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Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God. (x)

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“Don’t forget to tell your mom how much you love her today.” Percy Jackson and the Olympians - S01E08

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"I should have died about a thousand times. At the very least five hundred," Percy said. Perhaps four hundred and ninety-seven, but the details didn't matter. Perci didn't know that - he'd never given much of the impression that he wanted to know. He swallowed and looked down for a moment. "I never said I loved them."

He shook his head. "There's nothing to be pissed off about. What do I have to be mad at?"

“Right, everyone you loved and cared about dying was just a bright sunshine day. Definitely not an atrocity.” Perci rolled his eyes as he spoke, trying to tone down his usual snark just a bit.

“News flash, you don't have to be anything. You can be pissed off about it, I was definitely pissed off when I found out what Mom kept from me.” It didn't mean he didn't love her, it didn't mean he didn't miss her everyday, it didn't mean that he didn't wish he was with her instead of Percy taking his place.

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for secret unknown alien verse

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for my weird verse

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This is the guy who will ask THE GOD OF WAR if he’s scared to fight him, hold up the sky, fall into Tartarus, save Olympus AND defeat the monsters it takes the other hero’s years to defeat

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"You can't protect everyone."

I have to try.

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"That's fair, but I'm sort of hard to kill, from experience."

"If I wanted you dead, you would already be dead."

OPEN STARTER

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@volucerrubidus asked:

Red Robin blinks hard against the... weird stuff this guy's weapon is doing. One moment, it's a sword, the next, it's a gun; the next, it's a bat. He doesn't even apologize for openly staring. It becomes a prop from Party City. "Uh, hey, man." The vigilante flags down the kid. It becomes a hammer like Harley Quinn's. "Sorry to bug ya, but..." It becomes a water pistol. He points at it. "What's that?"

Percy frowned, not quite sure what to do. People like Rachel and his mom were incredibly, incredibly rare, so it couldn't be that. Right? Plus, if he could see through the Mist, then he'd just see Riptide as it was. So, he wasn't seeing a sword.

Maybe the guy was just crazy. Percy wasn't known for over thinking, or thinking much at all - but stranger things could happen! He glanced at his sword once more, before flicking his eyes back to Red Robin and shrugged. "It's a pen?"

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PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare

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Little 12yo Warrior Percy.

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"I heard vampires don't like garlic. There's an Italian restaurant not too far away, we should be good to go," Percy quipped.

He nodded and extended his right hand out to her. No cards, he guessed, not that he knew much of the difference. Maybe cards just gave something for a phony to build on, images to inspire creative lies. He didn't think the folds of the skin would do much of the same anyway. "Hard to imagine a whole life in the literal palm of my hands. I mean that's quite a few days there."

He let her take a look and gave her a few moments, the time to take her time.

Lilia raised an eyebrow, wondering what it was he expected her to say in response to that. To dismiss him? Chase him out? Be horrified? Or ask more questions? She deliberately chose none of the above.

"Well it's better company than a vampire," she told him as she took the money in her hands, slipping it into a hidden pocket of her dress.

"You only need a question for the cards. Because it needs a focus. An intent," she explained. "But your whole life is written in your hands; your experiences, your character, your past and future. And it's always changing," she added. "What's written in your hands now might not be there in ten years, or even one." Lilia sometime studied the lines on her own hands, seeing the things that had changed, lines that were once so deep and clear becoming broken, faded by experiences.

"Please, may I have your right palm?" She held out her own hand expectantly.

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"Hi, Biscuit! Can you come here?" Percy asked, though it didn't seem he needed to. As much as animals always obeyed him on this planet, it seemed this one had already been on its way. "Good job, Biscuit."

"You're fine. I think there was a bit of shrapnel," He said, looking around at the mess. It hit him, then, too. He could see the beams then of the ship falling apart, the way kids ran past him, no one knowing which way was safe, screaming in his native tongue begging for moms and dads who weren't on board and - "Everything is fine."

He shivered, checking his shoulder where a bit of shrapnel had cut between his shoulder and upper arm. He shook his head, shaking off images of his own crash. "Can you stand? I can help you up."

the explosion had thrown her back, thrown her agents backwards too. for a moment, she takes a deep breath, struggling against the memory that threatened to surface, heart racing in her chest. she briefly, out of the corner of her eye, saw them moving towards them, knew they'd be rushing her off after a moment. her head was spinning, her hearing aids blown out of her ear, broken a few feet from her.

She barely hears what the young boy says, voice muffled as she reaches for the extra pair in her pocket. "Biscuit. My dog." the dog in question is a few feet further than her, already making her way towards Tamsin with her leash in her mouth.

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@frstwomn said, sure, percy can be a weird, supposedly kidnapped but actually just an imposter alien dumbass

"You okay?" He asked carefully, tilting his head to make sure she was fine. "Don't worry, your ears will stop ringing soon enough. Not my first crash. Do you need help getting up? Where's Service..? I thought they were supposed to keep you away from exploding cars."

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does anyone want secret alien percy verse cause he is here, with me, being stupid

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"I can handle a hell hound. I've played fetch with Cerberus." Percy grumbled, trying not to roll his eyes. Well, Annabeth played fetch with Cerberus - but it totally counted. "I can't handle Clarisse trying to throw a newbie at the Lava Wall."

"Well, she is a daughter of Ares." It didn't EXCUSE it but it helped to explain it. As a daughter of Athena, Tamsin had an EASIER go than Percy, but it was still difficult and she couldn't count the number of times she'd ran into monsters in her life. "I suppose I'd rather have you getting into a fight with Clarisse over a hellhound."

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"Oh, yeah. She's a creepy skeleton slash mummy in the attic," Percy smiled. He figured she'd eventually realize what he told pretty much everyone, even Annabeth when he tried to warn her off. He was a liar of the highest order.

He shrugged, and pulled out a few bills, counting up to about nine, before fishing out some quarters among the drachmas he carried. "I suppose. I've never met an animal that didn't like me."

He did wonder what would happen. Was his real mother promising to see him again, when really letting soldiers drag him onto a ship, never to speak again written in his palms? Or crashing here three years ago, five hundred children dead, scratched into his skin? Being told to pretend to be someone else for the rest of his life, mute until he learned their speech, was that something she could see? "They love finding a bad guy. People love completing stories."

Or, most likely, was she a fraud working for spare change? He smiled, and held his hand out across the table. "Do I ask a question first or am I a book?"

"You've met another?" She asked, eyebrows raised, and wondering if this was the little something extra she could sense in him, the way when she looked into his eyes, it was as if she wasn't seeing the complete image. Or the full story. "A different Oracle?"

Resisting the urge to push a little with her gifts, to read the boy before he'd even had an actual reading, Lilia listened to what he was saying, pleased by what seemed to be an early sense of justice.

"Generally speaking, animals are nice until you give them reason not to be," Lilia told him sagely, aware that it was a fact some people continued to struggle with.

Pleasantly surprised by his summation, Lilia gave him a nod of approving acknowledgement. "Don't they do just that," she said in agreement.

"Now, it's ten dollars to read your palm," she told him, smiling politely in expectation. As nice as the conversation was, and as interesting a character as he seemed, she still needed to pay her bills.