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satoshy12 · 3 months
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Oracle Percy
Percy was born with the power to make predictions the future.
So Percy just was doing whimsical things as he tells people things that happen in the future to tease them or just plain lie about their fate. The only one who gets always the truth is his Mother Sally, who used it to Win the Lotto. And similiar. His prophecies are the easiest, but once he is bored, he won't tell you the full truth or anything.
Or just plain lie about them to prank you.
Annabeth refuses to listen to Percy after losing 10 Capture the Flags and then learns she never was supposed to win and he just made a joke! The rest all know about it, and just wanted to see how long it would take her!!
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whispersinthedawn · 1 year
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The Last of a Dying Breed (1)
“This is the Oracle of Delphi?” Bianca asked tremulously, staring at the girl whose face rang the sole bell of recognition in an otherwise unfamiliar world.
“Yes,” Annabeth said flatly, the twelve-year-old supremely unconcerned about sneaking into someone’s room while they were asleep.
“Should we come back when she's awake?” Bianca suggested hesitantly.
Annabeth snorted. “If you wish to wait forever. She's only been asleep for nearly fifty years. A modern-day Sleeping Beauty.”
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The door slammed open with a thunderous boom disproportionate to the force applied.
Bianca should have taken it as the death knell for their plans it was. Unfortunately, being afflicted by a criminal case of amnesia left one particularly unequipped to interpreting the vagaries of abrupt gusts of wind. All she knew was that Annabeth Chase didn’t bother knocking before she threw open the door and marched inside confidently.
Bianca scurried in after her, wondering if the daughter of Athena had an invitation to visit the Oracle whenever she wished. Either way, she hoped the Oracle would choose to disregard their discourtesy long enough to give them a prophecy.
On first glance, the attic appeared to be a pretty enough room, wallpapered in blue and yellow and boasting mementos from past demigod victories. Nothing frightening about it to send dark looks on the faces of every camper Bianca had broached the matter of approaching the Oracle to.
Probably why despite the knick-knacks, the room had an air of disuse to it.
Bianca had almost dismissed the chamber as an office when she caught her first sight of the Oracle.
A slender, pretty, dark-haired girl lay asleep on the bed near the window, undisturbed in spite of the loud noise that had heralded the entrance of the two demigods.
“This is the Oracle of Delphi?” Bianca asked tremulously, staring at the girl whose face rang the sole bell of recognition in an otherwise unfamiliar world.
“Yes,” Annabeth said flatly, the twelve-year-old supremely unconcerned about sneaking into someone’s room while they were asleep.
“Should we come back when she's awake?” Bianca suggested hesitantly.
Annabeth snorted. “If you wish to wait forever. She's only been asleep for nearly fifty years. A modern-day Sleeping Beauty.”
That resonated alarmingly.
Bianca looked at the older girl on the bed with horrified sympathy. Wrangling with the fact that Bianca’s memories were comprised solely of facts from a history book was terrible enough.
What would it be like to literally sleep away decades and wake up to find the world had left her behind?
What would it be like to never wake up at all?
“Is that what the Oracle does? Sleep and give prophecies?” Bianca whispered, dreading the answer.
Annabeth scoffed, something bitter in her eyes. “I doubt Percy Jackson knew what she was signing up for when she decided to become the Oracle.”
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Finally working on my Oracle Percy fic. Where Percy becomes the Oracle of Delphi in the middle of World War II. And Bianca wakes up with the grand ambition to recover her memories. And prevent World War III. Annabeth is pretty insistent on that.
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vala-dreams · 2 years
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GUYS I'VE EXPERIENCED A ✨THOUGHT✨
in the book "Percy Jackson And the Sea Of Monsters" it's mentioned that sirens lure people in by mesmerizing them with songs about their deepest desires. And I thought "oh that's a cool power, what if Percy had it?"
And then I remembered a fanfic I had read forever ago where Percy was an oracle?? (Idk I can't find it anymore)
And it kinda spiralled from there.
So now I have this hc in which Percy has the power of siren song AND prophecy, but with a ✨twist✨
The twist is, the powers blend into each other. Like, 50% of the time it's a regular siren song, the other 50% it's an actual prophecy. And Percy of course, is totally unaware of any of this happening. For context I think that he cannot control any of these powers and they only activate on instinct and he is totally out of it when that happens. (Also nobody can ever tell if it's a song or a prophecy cause it's phrased really cryptic)
And since it's a 50/50 chance of getting a siren song or getting a prophecy, there would definitely be situations like:
Percy: passed out, humming incoherently
Random camper: yo are u ok
Percy: * softly humming the Bill Wurtz song* Mt Saint helens is about to blow up
Camper: AYO WHA-
And other situations like:
Percy: falls asleep on Annabeth
Annabeth: also about to doze off
Percy: *sits up like he's in a horror movie, ominously singing* IT HAPPENS TOMORROW
Annabeth: crying, 🅱️lease Percy this is the sixth time let me sleep
And some situations like:
Percy: in the club, singing
Everyone else: OH HADES OH MY GAWD HE BE DOIN IT AGAIN SOMEONE CALL CHIRON
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leah-jeffries · 4 months
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mo-mode · 3 months
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I don’t think anybody’s made this comparison yet but someone just DM’d me about how riptides are known for sweeping up, grabbing someone, and pulling them underneath the current by surprise, and then there’s Percy holding up riptide to grab Annabeth and pull her down into the stairwell by surprise. Hello???? The parallels are PARALLELING
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demigods-posts · 2 months
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missed opportunity to grant rachel the ability to experience history in all of it's glory. give me rachel who can detail the night the titanic sunk as if she was there. give me rachel who can tell you when and where you'll be buried. give me rachel who can recite every prophecy ever told because they belong to her now.
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renaissanceousia · 4 months
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"careful, i think you're abt to call me a friend" and percy fell to his knees boy get UP omg
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bookwormofmanyfandoms · 4 months
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the oracle when percy and annabeth were finally bonding
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And the fact that percy dropped directly after was crazy
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theflikchic · 4 months
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The Ares/Waterland section of the book has been my favourite part for a long time. Not only did this episode do justice to it as an adaptation, it improved upon it in SO many ways.
Ares becoming likeable (which is SCARY) and being the one to set Percy against Gabe, Hephaestus and Annabeth's connection, the visuals of the Love Ride, Grover's plan (whatever the hell THAT is, I am INVESTED), the use of "What is Love?" (second best use of it since Black Panther), the theme of family and found family seriously being delved into...
I love how Percy and Annabeth being in the tunnel actually gained real romantic will-they-won't-they tension due to the hug, which Percy says could be platonic but those who haven't read the books won't know for sure! Plus, it's not just an "ew boy and girl on love trip ew" joke which was always so lame to me in that book.
And again, Show!Ares being likeable and funny is SO much more engaging than his book counterpart (who, imo, is just kind of a War from Good Omens clone). Because I got so sucked into that performance and his dialogue that I forgot who he was and then he got SUPER scary REALLY fast. That's really really good acting and writing.
Maybe it's just because I'm a huge Psych fan and seeing Timothy Omundson alone got me but truly, I almost cried a little?!? This episode was major improvement from the book and I cannot wait for more.
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miseria-fortes-viros · 4 months
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already sick of yall posting “can’t believe they forgot x in pjo tv” its been 2 episodes. u don’t know. can u give it a fucking minute
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jackyfaber23 · 10 days
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I finished the first book of The Trials of Apollo AND I HAD TO DOODLE LESTER/APOLLO
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He’s so goofy and pathetic… I love him
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whispersinthedawn · 1 year
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The Last of a Dying Breed (3)
“Will I be allowed to live now?” Percy asked dispassionately.
Body in an informal slouch, facial muscles relaxed into the calm that accompanied a true lack of care, and eyes the blue of ice-capped glacial seas, Percy Jackson was the picture of a casual observer inquiring about someone else’s fate.
Apollo wanted to sweep her into his arms and hide her from the indifferent gazes pinning her down like a butterfly on a corkboard.
Apollo wanted to rip off that face of hers for daring to conceal her thoughts and fears from him.
He blinked. That was all the reaction he could permit himself.
“Your death, Pythia, has never been our goal,” Athena informed the demigod.
No, Apollo thought sardonically, just a happy coincidence.
The first hint of animation entered Percy’s face. Her eyes flashed.
Athena continued on, unaware. “While I would encourage caution, especially given our increasingly perilous circumstances, I have already been overruled. No, a return to your previous state of statis could be argued for.”
“No.”
For a second, Apollo didn't recognise his own voice.
Didn't recognise anything but the barely leashed panic in mute eyes looking so entreatingly into his.
“My daughter will not die here,” Poseidon growled out.
Rainbows.
An iridescent light shone in Percy's eyes, like sunlight reflecting off oil poured on the ocean surface to calm the waves.
Please.
With a rush of pleasure that Apollo would deny if anyone were to ever ask, he realised that Percy’s calm was merely a façade. She hadn't changed from the wild, panicked, miserable wretch of those terrible months. Hadn’t passed these interminable years learning self-sufficiency. Hadn't overcome her dependency on him.
Percy might have painstakingly soldered metal plates around herself, but her shell was hollow. She'd built her house from slivers of rusty iron, and now her fortifications trembled.
“And my Pythia will not sleep,” Apollo countered silkily. “Or do you require another reminder of the consequences?”
“You cannot enforce another culling,” Ares sneered, even as his muscles bunched in preparation of an attack.
“I don't need to,” Apollo returned calmly, gaze firmly affixed on the thawing cold of Percy’s irises. “Your daughter would be the first to elucidate you on the dangers of camp.”
Ares snorted, no doubt taking it as yet another comment on the bullying tendencies of his progeny, but Apollo didn't care.
He'd warned them. For the sake of the children, he'd warned them. If they chose to disregard the dangers of the labyrinth, chose to welcome his wrath, then the consequences would be on their own heads.
“The solution is quite simple,” Zeus broke in with a scoff. “It is an insult to my son for him to be saddled with a defective Oracle. But neither do we kill defenceless children who have done nothing but work for the preservation of Olympus.”
Yes, they did. That was all they ever did. They just pretended otherwise.
Occasionally.
“Strip the Oracle from her and put her back to sleep,” Zeus ordered, before smiling with cruel humour. “I’d recommend Artemis’s Hunters, but that would require a maiden.”
Apollo sucked in a breath at the insult. At the sheer disrespect hidden in that statement.
“I am the Pythia,” Percy snarled. “I have not broken any of my vows.”
Zeus shrugged. “Servicing your patron is your duty, not dereliction. Clearly, my son cannot bother to enforce your vows when it comes to his own desires. But I would not insult my daughter by asking her to accept her brother’s leavings.” 
“I would take her anyway,” Artemis uttered at the same time as Poseidon warned, “You go too far, brother.”
“My Pythia must be chaste, father,” Apollo broke in indolently.
The insinuations did not bother him particularly. He knew his own lines and that sleeping with his priestess was one he would never cross.
(Not again. Not as long as he still smelled spoiled blood and rotting flesh whenever underground, not as long as her hopeless voice still echoed in his head.
Then what good are you?)
“A doll on a pedestal I can watch, but no one may touch,” Apollo continued.
That was an insult too. An insult to Percy, an insult to the tender emotions blossomed under the curved ceiling of a planetarium.
But the illusion of stars reflecting off eyes that gazed only at him – how could he possibly risk it?
He'd rather insult her than watch her suffer under his father's care.
(There was a reason he'd watched over her days the way Artemis had her nights. A reason no one without his express permission had ever been allowed inside his sleeping Oracle’s room.)
As long as Percy was Apollo’s doll to keep intact, others would keep away. The weak for fear of his retribution … and the strong because they’d misinterpret his cruelty for lack of care.
He just wished he could wipe out the hurt blooming on her face.
“It is not a terrible idea, though,” Hermes interceded. “Take away the Oracle from her while awake, and everything goes back to normal.”
For a moment, Apollo contemplated letting the god down gently. Pondered the benefits of telling him that no matter what happened, May Castellan was forever damaged. That whatever her intentions years ago, she was in no fit state to consent now. Apollo wouldn’t accept vows she was incapable of making.
But Hermes had voted against letting Percy live.
Poseidon, Demeter, and Apollo himself. The only ones who’d spoken for his Pythia.
Apollo let it lie.
Let his silence lie.
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karmesean · 9 months
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needa sleep so bad BUT here's a little something about the more... malicious side of the ghosts being able to talk through/possess TSC.
Orchid edition! 🥀
⚠️ SLIGHT CW: fictional body horror, possession ⚠️
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Gold (King Mango's Kid), The Dark Lord
link to masterpost
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guardianspirits13 · 4 months
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Ok, everyone who was upset about Gabe delivering the prophecy and just completely forgot the original text, raise your hand 🖐️
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pickafilm · 3 months
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It’s so crazy to think how Percy could have ended up like Luke - their situations are so eerily similar, only a few years seperate them and it makes you wonder. What if Sally had been the one in May’s place?
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bluefirewrites · 4 months
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I'm sorry but how they were laughing and goofing and smiling then percy immediately collapsing into annabeth's arms because of the poison has got me squealing like YES
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