#(gen three)

[kaiifolio]

rest and respite

[slytherinshalo]

Wait yall hear me out

Her as Tyla Potter she’s so pretty

[micromera]

I FUCKING LOVE ZIGZAGOON

[whimstria]

emery has an eventful first day of high school between getting her schedule, attending classes, making friends, being a troublemaker, and joining the football team

[barmy-owl]

The urge the replay Pokemon Emerald for umpteenth time is always there. At the back of your mind. It never leaves ya.

[fawnsblogs]

[androsartstuff]

Slight redesign of these two, I just needed to get the design out of my system

Edit: Still undecided about the headband pattern, might change it

[starscream-is-my-wife]

They won’t unleash Ratchet at his full party animal potential because with the simps he would acquire, he would be too powerful

[foxcrafts2025]

'Wise generals' they said

[makeriia]

HELLO STONERS (haha get it cause Dr.Stone yeah I’ll see myself out)

[houseofmarcella]

dear god Albus Potter do you utterly haunt my thoughts

Just… Albus in the cursed child, for as mixed as people seem to be on it… Albus as the certified middle child who doesn’t have the cloak, doesn’t have the map, who doesn’t even have a family name?

Can you imagine little Al (not yet Albus because that’s a name he truly goes by once he has Scorpius) tucking himself into the cracks of the door as he hears his parents talking, hears his dad say it would have been better to know they were having two boys so they could have just called him Sirius

Al, getting teased by his invisible brother, yet seeing so distinctly that his father chose James over him for their family legacy

Al, who grew up on the filtered advice of a distant, out of reach mentor who he could never live up to. Not like James with his fun, his humor, or Lily with her love and her girlhood.

(Albus, who will hear Cedric called the spare and understand far too well what it’s like to be of secondary importance)

Al, who out of all his siblings looks the most like his father, a reflection to every family friend of what harry went through and an eternal reminder to himself and the world that he will always be his father’s legacy (he will look in the mirror for most of his adult life and see his father before he sees himself)

Al, age 11, seeking comfort on the train platform as everything changes around him and getting another lecture about bravery that he doesn’t feel he has

Al becoming Albus on that train, when the boy who would become the most important person in his life actually asks him, asks him what he wants to be called

Albus, under the sorting hat, struggling but thinking about who he wants to be outside of his family’s legacy and getting put in Slytherin for it

Albus, who grew up on war stories and hogwarts hyjinks staying up half his first night because he’s afraid of his peers, but doesn’t want them to know that because he so desperately and conflictingly wants to both fit in and stand out

Albus, who is bad at flying, humiliating himself in front of his peers, because he isn’t harry but isn’t Quidditch player Ginny either… Albus, who all the adults see as Harry’s extension; Albus, who struggles with charms like Lily never will, who can barely make his matchstick silver under the blue eyed portrait in the room, who struggles to parse through the moving and unequal words of wizarding textbooks, who attracts bullies like flies and doesn’t yet have his mother’s hexes to fight back

Albus, struggling to write that first letter home, to tell his parents and little sister that he’s different from them; Albus who doesn’t even get to tell them because James tells them first

Albus, who doesn’t get a green scarf and hat until after the first snow, unable to parse if it’s the color, the fact that he’s the second born, or maybe just that it’s him that made it come later than James’ had

Albus, who goes back home for Christmas and faces his father’s disapproval for befriending a Malfoy, his father’s distrust and attempts to assure his morality for befriending someone harry assumes cruel and antagonistic

Albus, having to hold awkward conversation with Rose and Ron and Hermione, because neither of the kids want their parents to know they’re not talking (they find out eventually, and though they’re nice about it, Albus knows they’ll always put Rose’s feelings first)

Albus, who is suddenly assumed more malicious and problem causing than he ever was before, who suddenly is seen as a prime person to scot the blame off to when things go wrong

Albus, who gets chosen after his sister (“just like her mother!”) during the family quidditch match; who gets meaningful looks from his Uncle Percy; whose Christmas sweaters are no longer red but never green; who suddenly cant seem to talk to his uncle ron anymore, someone who used to understand what it was like to be James’ brother

Albus potter who stradles the line of too Potter for Slytherin and too Slytherin for his family.

Albus Potter, who’s ambition has been squashed out by bullies and disregard and distrust, struggling to find his identity in a house and world that is still in the midst of undoing decades as an indoctrination machine…

[favevostagepoll]

[slytherinshalo]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Still not done yet but um yea

[gothamite-rambler]

Damian (curious): Genuine question, what was it like to be a kid back in your day? I want to learn.

Damian blinked, remaining silent and ready for a genuine answer. Dick took a sip from his tea cup then cleared his throat.

Dick: Um, when I wasn't patrolling with Bruce, I’d just spend hours outside, most time until the streetlights came on.

Damian: What? Why?

Dick: I had to make it back home to be Robin. Bruce said I could stay out until the streetlights came on, at least.

Damian (shocked): What?!

Jason: Is it about that time for gen alpha to find out adults like us had unsupervised childhoods?

Tim: Yep, I've been waiting for this.

Bruce (regret in his voice): I should've read the paper in the cave. Something was telling me to and I didn't listen.

Damian: Everybody silence, except Grayson. You… you had the choice to stay out late until the street lights came on?

Dick (wistful tone): Yep, I used to drink hose water sometimes because I didn't want to pay for water at the bodega.

Damian (more shock): Father, you didn't give him a water bottle?

Bruce: To be fair... they didn't have the ones we have today. I'm sticking to that defense.

Damian: Wow. Well, Grayson, what did you do?

Dick (shrugging): Stuff.

Damian (needing to know): What kind of stuff?

Dick: Went to the store, the library. One time, I even took a bus ride around town. Bruce was so mad when I made it back late. Good times.

Dick chuckled, stirring his tea. Bruce tried to sneak away, but Damian yanked him back.

Damian (furrowing his brow in anger): What, specifically, was he mad about? Please elaborate.

Dick: That I was late for patrol, but really, he was worried about my safety. There was this kidnapper in Gotham at the time. We all called him Kenny Kid Snatcher, he would snatch kids and hold them for ransom. Never killed them, that was another guy. Bruce, who was that guy?

Bruce pretended to read the lower page of the newspaper. Dick sensing the tension, looked around confused.

Dick: Did I say something wrong?

Damian (shouting, angry): That’s not fair! I have to ask permission to go out unless it’s for patrols, and I didn’t get to do anything alone in town!

Dick: To be fair, Gotham’s more dangerous nowadays.

Damian: YOU HAD A CHILD KIDNAPPER AND A CHILD KILLER! TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE HARMING CHILDREN, AND THAT’S IGNORING THE OTHER CRIMINALS YOU DEALT WITH!

Dick: Well, no, it’s not like it was that bad for safety. Bruce always told me not to talk to strangers. That didn’t stop me sometimes. Honestly, that old lady who saved me from a crack dealer kidnapping me was really nice.

Bruce (shaking his head with his eyes closed): Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking.

Damian glared at his father, tapping his foot in frustration. He poked Bruce on the head.

Damian: This is unfair. I’m a trained former assassin, I should be allowed to go out alone! Grayson, you wouldn't let me go out and have the fun you had either! What gives? You lived it!

Dick: Yes, and I wasn't going to let you emulate me. No matter what you say the world isn't safe today. It wasn't back then, but it's less safe now.

Damian: You're lucky you speak in a way where that made sense.

Bruce: I just want to state my parents died so if anyone understands how unsafe the world is, it's me.

Damian: Father.

Bruce: I stand by that defense.

Damian (hands on his hips): What were Jason and Tim doing, huh?

Tim: My parents, may they rest in paradise, pretty much made me a latchkey kid. It wasn’t terrible.

Damian: You became Robin because you were bored, right?

Tim: Yeah, but I was an adventurous kid.

Damian: That’s… fair. I respect that. Jason, what do you have to say for this?

Jason (reminiscing): My life was hard. Stepmom was a drug addict, Dad was a criminal, and that bitch egg donor was a backstabbing rat. Catherine wasn’t a terrible mom, though, she just had a drug problem. I wouldn’t want to live that life again. Honestly, I wish I could’ve saved Cathy from it, too - Anyway, yeah, most of the time, parents like Bruce sucked at parenting.

Damian: I agree.

Dick: Yeah, it was the '80s and '90s and they were the children of suckier parents. Not that Martha and Thomas were bad people Bruce, so relax.

Bruce huffed, refusing to respond.

Tim: I’m pretty sure I was at home for two days when my parents went on a trip to see the Statue of Liberty. That was such a great weekend.

Damian shook his head and headed off to his room without another word.

Bruce: It wasn’t me - they put a warning on the TV! As long as the streetlights weren’t on, they were safe… Alfred taught me the same thing!

Alfred: I’m as old as hell, don’t drag me into this. Where I grew up, we had Jack the Ripper copycats, but we could fight back. Unlike you Americans.

Bruce: I’m Batman! That means something here!

Alfred: You weren’t bloody then! Don’t make me bring up your thumb sucking phase.

Bruce dropped his shoulders and grumbled, returning to reading his newspaper. Damian came back with his backpack filled with art supplies, his kid debit card and Nintendo switch.

Damian (making an annoucment): I’m off to the bus station! I’ll see you before the streetlights turn on tomorrow.

Damian ran off, followed by Dick and Jason, attempting to stop him. Bruce remained seated, Tim raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

Bruce: I’m on a break, and his other dads will punish him.

[whimstria]

emery is growing up!!

[girlwith1braincell]

she’s literally just a baby, how could anyone be mean to her…