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They/Them??? Major Prongs kinnie <3 Have a wonderful day!!!!

[skaigedasleng]

How do you pronounce trigedasleng?

If you’re into linguistics and happen to know IPA, the pronunciation would be written as [ˈtɹiː.ɡɛ.ɾǝ.ˌsleŋ].

Since most people don’t know IPA, I will break the word down for you:tri is just pronounced like the English word “tree”.

geda is pronounced with a hard “g” sound (a “g” is never pronounced like a “j” in Trigedasleng). The e is pronounced like the “e” in the word “bet”, the d is pronounced like in “dog”, and the a like in the word “sofa”.

sleng is pronounced like the English word “slang”, but again with the “e” in “bet”. 

The lexical stress goes on the first syllable: TRI-ge-da-sleng

You can also hear David Peterson say “Trigedasleng” around 1:00 in this video.

Let me know if any of that was unclear! And if anyone ever needs help writing their name in Peterson’s romanization system, feel free to send us an ask. 

Thanks for the question! :)

– Sammy

[kerryweaverlesbian]

When Eileen or whoever Sam's blurry wife is in a throw away line in a fic is pregnant to show that Sam's happy and doing good it kinda revolts me not gonna lie. We're really putting 2.5 kids on whatever woman shaped object is in Sam's love life? And on Sam for that matter? Who, by the end of the show, expressed zero interest in having a little baby and said he felt fulfilled by hunting, despite its downsides.

One of the reasons Sam and Eileen work well together is that they're both hunters and feel able to lean on each other in that regard, and yet pregnancy or motherhood is often the only thing we hear about Eileen in these cases. She's made into an incubator. Is the only vision of happiness she's allowed becoming Mary from the first minute of the Pilot?

[jamespotterbbg]

i should have been a cheerleader

[my-castles-crumbling]

crazy - Jegulus - November 10th - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 358

It drove James crazy, sometimes. Not knowing what was going on in Regulus's head.

He could always tell when something was bothering him. The little signs, his small movements and expressions. When he began biting at his lip or picking at a loose thread in his clothing. When he twirled an errant curl around his finger or gripped James's shirt extra tightly as they curled next to each other in a single armchair. He knew when something was bothering Regulus.

But getting him to say it? That was another beast entirely. Because Regulus was like a fortress, and every time James tried to break through his walls, he found ten more built up behind them.

So this time, as they lay in Regulus's small bed, the younger boy half on top of James's chest, Regulus griping James's shirt like a lifeline with one hand and nervously biting the cuticles of the other, James chose to whisper, "I know somethings wrong. And whatever it is, I'm here to talk, when you're ready."

But Regulus just scoffed, not moving his head. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just...contemplating."

"Contemplating?"

"How to say something important," Regulus unhelpfully explained, still chewing at his thumb.

Trying not to panic himself, James nodded. "Well whatever it is, I'm here to listen."

"Well, I'm not exactly sure how to tell you I love you without completely freaking out or embarrassing myself, so forgive me if it takes me a few moments to figure out what to say," Regulus murmured, still not looking at him.

James froze for only half a second, taking in the words, before gently moving one hand to tangle it into Regulus's curls. "Well..." he mumbled, "whenever you do, I'm completely sure I'll tell you that I love you more. And that I've been in love with you for an embarrassing amount of time. And I don't plan on ever not loving you."

He felt the boy on top of him relax slightly, his fidgeting subsiding. After a minute of silence, Regulus whispered, "I love you, James."

"I love you so much, baby," James replied, delirious with happiness, pulling Regulus toward him for a kiss.

[angel-daydreams]

still thinking about my western jegulus "i can fix him (no really i can)" wanted criminal gunslinging cowboy-on-the-run regulus & james who's pining after this cold and beautiful dangerous mysterious man and james reads every newspaper about him, saved all the wanted posters and pines. chases after regulus without knowing his name. and he doesn't want to fix him but every time someone gives him a weird look for getting heart eyes over this murder suspect he has to convince them all he wants to fix him because of course he doesn't want him to be a murderer. and james who catches up to regulus breathless and hazy eyed and opens his mouth wider for regulus' gun and he thinks yeah. maybe i don't want to fix. maybe i can't. and he would chase after him anyway.

[percyweasleyapologist]

Remus: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Remus, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

[iheartgirlzn-deactivated2025062]

leo “i could do college maths at 8 years old” valdez x jason “dyscalculia” grace

[theprongspotter]

Blue: James

Gray: Regulus

[poppitron360]

You can tell how much Odysseus wants to go back and be a father to Telemachus when he tells the cyclops “I’m so glad we see eye to eye.”

Like dude’s been practicing his dad jokes he is READY-

[my-castles-crumbling]

proof - November 4 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 249

"He's cheating," Regulus said vehemently, slamming the door to Sirius's flat behind him, ignoring the disgusting plunger-like noise as his brother detached himself from Remus, both of their shirts strewn across the room.

"I-what?" Sirius stammered, looking quite annoyed.

"He's cheating. Your best friend. James. Look, proof!" Regulus fumed, brandishing a velvet box for both men to look at.

Remus, who had up until that point stayed quiet, grabbed the box from his hand and opened it. Inside lay what was unmistakably an engagement ring.

"I'm confused," Sirius whispered, eyebrows pinching. "But that's-"

"You're an idiot," Regulus spat. "He's obviously bought this for someone! He's- he's seeing someone else!"

"Regulus," Remus said calmly, a smile playing on his features, "he's not seeing someone else."

"Don't lie to me," he snapped, tears starting to fall. "It was only a matter of time. I- I'm too much. He-"

"This is for you, Reg!" Sirius yelled, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

"What?" he asked, blinking. "No, it's not.

"He's proposing," his brother nodded. "He told me. I swear. I helped pick the damn ring. Check, it's bloody engraved."

Gingerly lifting the ring from the box, Regulus gazed down only to see small letters etched into the silver band:

RAB+JFP

"Oh," Regulus muttered, turning bright red. "Oh, that's-"

"Yeah," Sirius grinned. "Idiot. Now get the fuck out, I'd like to let Moony continue where he left off."

Not even bothering to admonish his brother for being rude, Regulus left the flat beaming.

[my-castles-crumbling]

prank - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 497

It's dark. The room James has been shoved into is small, and he can sense another person in the cramped space. Silently, he curses Sirius and everyone he loves, because for an extremely smart person, this prank is decidedly uncreative and inconvenient. But this is what James gets for letting Sirius take the fall for their prank last week so he could still go to Quidditch practice.

"Who's there?" he sighs, resigned to the fact that he's stuck there for a bit.

"Potter?"

"Regulus?"

There's a scoff. "Of course he'd lock me in here with you."

And James is a bit put off by that, because what's wrong with him in particular? "What's wrong with me?" he asks, frowning.

"You annoy me," Regulus retorts simply.

Rolling his eyes, James snorts. It makes him uncomfortable, to know how much Regulus dislikes him. It's been even more obvious than usual lately, and he hates it. "Probably why he put us both in here. Did you piss him off?"

There's silence, but it speaks volumes.

"Well. He's mad at me, too. Figures," James sighs.

They stand awkwardly for a moment before a thought pops into James's mind, so ridiculous that he laughs out loud.

"What, Potter?" Regulus asks, voice dripping with annoyance.

"Nothing! Nothing, it's just....wouldn't he be pissed if he came here to let us out and found the whole thing had backfired," James chuckles, knowing he's probably just making Regulus more angry, but picturing his friend's face.

Regulus makes a noise of confusion. "Backfired?"

"You know...like he finds us...dunno, snogging, or something!" James says it because it's a silly idea. Because it would never happen. Because he doesn't think before he speaks.

But as he does, the air suddenly thickens and Regulus doesn't laugh.

And then, time completely standing still, a cool hand touches his shoulder. "What if he did?" Regulus asks, his voice full of an emotion James cannot place.

"Well," James clears his throat, his brain suddenly foggy. "He'd...he'd be really...confused, I guess. He'd..."

"Hmmm....we'd turn the tables on him," Regulus murmurs, and James can feel breath fanning over his cheek.

But honestly, Sirius is now the furthest thing from James's mind. He's decidedly distracted. "Yeah..." he mumbles. "it'd be..."

Lips claim his, and his world completely tilts on it's axis. He's completely consumed by the way Regulus kisses him- with passion fiery enough to light the dark room they're trapped in. He chokes out between kisses, "-t-thought you hated me."

"I do. I think. Maybe," Regulus hisses into his mouth.

He stops thinking. Presses the other boy against the wall and loses all track of time. Hands and lips roam and his mind melts to the feeling of Regulus, the sounds of the younger boy groaning in his mouth.

Until the door opens, causing light to spill into the room.

"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK?" Sirius cries, seeing the two of them intertwined.

But James doesn't even care. "Hey, Pads," he says, giving a shit-eating grin.

[my-castles-crumbling]

slide - November 5 - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 283

"Don't panic."

The words, of course, immediately send Regulus into a tailspin. "What happened?" he grits out, stomach turning to lead.

"We're at the hospital," Sirius explains over the phone, sounding a bit harried. "We're almost done so don't bother coming, but there was an incident with the slide at the park. It's-"

But Regulus is already running out the door.

He's not what you would call overprotective. It's just that, having been raised by the shittiest parents known to man, he's made it his personal mission to make sure Harry has the best childhood he possibly can have. That he feels loved, safe, and accepted. That when he looks back on his younger years, he remembers happiness and as many good things as possible.

Going to the hospital for a slide incident is not on Regulus's list of memories he wants for his son.

So maybe he speeds a bit to get to the hospital, but when he gets there, he's in one piece.

He's also very confused. Because there, in the waiting room, is Sirius.

And Harry.

"Pa!" Harry yells, walking towards Regulus with a giant smile, looking completely fine.

Grinning, relief flooding through him, Regulus picks up his son and kisses him on the head. "Hey, love. Sirius, I thought you said-?"

But he's interrupted by his husband, who is walking toward him with a bright pick cast around his arm.

"Hey, baby," James says sheepishly. "I tried to go down the tube slide."

And all Regulus can think to say is, "I can see that," before sitting in a nearby chair and sighing deeply, ignoring James as he asks the person at the front desk to sign his cast.

[my-castles-crumbling]

friend - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 272

"Who's that?"

Regulus and Barty are sitting in two chairs, laying by the pool at Andromeda's house as they slowly bake in the summer sun. Regulus has already halfway finished his book for the day, and is so engrossed that he hardly looks up. But when he does, he sees who Barty is looking and immediately frowns, jealousy coursing through his body. "That's James Potter. Sirius's friend from University."

Barty lowers his sunglasses, leering at the man who is standing by the house, laughing with Sirius as they both take off their shirts and apply suntan lotion. "He's bloody fit."

'He's mine,' Regulus wants to say immediately. Except he can't, because he's not. Regulus's, that is. Whatever they have going on between them is hardly exclusive and he's not even sure is James has told Sirius yet. So he just shrugs, looking back at his book, his entire body hot and tense. "He's alright."

But Barty knows him too well. "Oh," he says after a moment, his voice full of implication.

"Oh?" Regulus repeats, never completely meeting his eyes, but his pulse is thrumming.

"Never mind, Reggie," Barty grins, putting his hands up in mock-surrender. "I'll back off of your man."

Regulus almost corrects him. Tells him James isn't his. But at that exact moment, James looks over to him from far away and sends him such an adoring, breathtaking smile that Regulus can only let out a soft whoosh of air from his lungs. "Good," he murmurs after he catches his breath.

Because whether or not they've said it out loud yet, he and James really do belong to each other.

[summerrrlover]

james when lily

[justicewasserved]

tma is a show which spends the first 100 episodes going "look at these monsters. aren't they fucked up. yeah and they're all so happy being monsters who hurt people monstrously" and then the protagonist who you've spent hours listening to at this point becomes one of those fucked up monsters, forcing you to either dismiss him as evil or you have to fully change how you view all the previous monsters. and then they spend the next 100 episodes dealing with that

[vinylfoxbooks]

Im actually obsessed with TMA, like I've lived with my poor roommate for a month and a half, and one talked her ear off about it, and I haven't even scratched the surface. I've gone on for hours on just the basics of this fucked up little podcast to anyone in my life who will listen

[ptaara]

As you should

[minitherin]

🕊 (1/3) no sabía si subir los dibujos juntos o separados, pero supongo que será separados, eso pan con queso.

I didn't know whether to upload the drawings together or separately, but I guess they will be separate.

[queenjunothegreat]

She's soooooooo cuuuuuuuttttteeeee!!!!! I LOVE the way you draw noses, it's beyond charming

[demigod-shenanigans]

Jason, Piper and Leo trying to play one of these elementary school jump rope games on the Argo 2

I was trying to figure out how to write this as a snippet however it’s been ages since I myself have last done a jump rope game and it turns out I have no idea what I’m doing so I hope it’s okay in headcanon/summary form instead! The good news is that way it’s gonna be a bit longer which I hope will be nice :)

-This is most definitely happening on the way from Camp Half-Blood to New Rome. Everyone’s got a lot of nervous energy and there is so much riding on all this and also Leo and Piper are about to meet Jason’s first family/former friends for the first time and everyone is stressed about it!

-Piper initially suggests it as a way for them to distract themselves and get some excess energy out. Leo is immediately down. Jason is just confused because he’s never done jump rope games before and asks if it’s a training exercise. Piper and Leo just stare at him

-Alternatively, if Jason is just pacing/wanting to be alone for a bit pre getting to New Rome, maybe Leo and Piper are doing it on their own at first (potentially like a Buddy Jumping thing where they both hold one end of the rope and try to jump synchronized. They’re very bad at it) and Jason eventually walks in on this and just stands there being all ????

-I think they have children’s games in New Rome to be clear I just don’t think jump rope is that common (also even if it was, Jason probably wouldn’t remember it due to the whole wiped memories incident combined with him being a child soldier/terminal workaholic)

-Either way, Leo promptly declares it’s his and Piper’s Sacred Duty to teach Jason jump rope games until they get to New Rome to help distract him

-Also for the record they’re not using an actual jump rope. Someone would have had to pack that and no one did. They’re using whatever kind of workshop rope Leo’s tool belt gave them when prompted.

-Piper and Leo swing for a bit and at first they’re really baffled that Jason seems to be way too good at this for someone who’s never done it before, until one of them is like hang on and suddenly notices Jason is just. Floating slightly above the ground so that’s why he has no trouble avoiding the swinging rope

-Jason does not understand what he’s doing wrong since he thought the point was just to avoid the rope. They explain it again and Jason is like “oh okay so it’s like a leg exercise thing I get it now” Leo has his head in his hands going “it’s not a training exercise dude it’s just for fun!”

-Jason is way worse now and also comments at least once that actually this isn’t even fun but he does kind of enjoy it and also just appreciates the distraction (he does totally still think of it as a sort of training exercise but honestly that probably just means he enjoys it more for that reason. Not that he’ll admit that to Leo and Piper tho)

-When Piper and Jason swing the rope for Leo, Leo keeps insisting that Jason use the winds to make the rope go faster because he’s good at this and wants to show off. It does not end well. Piper actually does better than Leo and he is very grumpy about it

-By the end of this whole thing they’re all in a heap on the floor tangled in the rope but they’re also laughing so that was totally worth it