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The most precious jewels you'll ever have around your neck are the arms of your children.Sally Jackson / WIP / Canon Divergent / Sideblogprotected by Lilah

[bcjeweled]

Independent and selective Sally Jackson of the Riordan Verse. Written by Lilah (she/her, 10+ years of rp experience), heavy WIP and heavy Canon Divergent.

Most interactions are currently based after season one of Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

This blog is not spoiler free and general roleplay etiquette applies. Sideblog, so all following back will happen through @sturmvcgel

Easy interactions: memes ; Starter Call ; Plotting Call ; Open Starters

[ximerose]

The mug gets a hearty sniff before he takes it. Warm in his hands, sweet steam rising to his nose. It smells amazing.

Tanner's eyes flick between drink, Sally, and the house. She looks just like Percy - or Percy looks just like her. A clear family resemblance that he envies somewhat. His fingers tighten their grip to stem any trembling. Cocoa stings his tongue but at least it doesn't taste like cold ashes. Maybe his taste buds are finally getting used to real food.

He nods and the cup is suddenly empty. Tanner blinks, licking his lips, sure he'd drunk the whole thing and it hadn't just vanished though he doesn't remember taking more than a few sips. Time keeps being slippery, disappearing on him without warning. It's terrifying.

Gold feathers ruffle as he stretches wings carefully to avoid knocking anything over. Flying all the way back to camp isn't feasible yet (he wonders how long it takes birds to learn to fly, if they could teach him) nor is walking if he wanted to make it back before dark. "Yeah-yeah...if you don't mind? I'm not even sure I know the way."

[bcjeweled]

She watches him drink, he seems so displaced on her couch, even more than the others. And once again Sally's heart aches for all these children, demi-gods used as pawns in their parent's games. She will never understand these gods, not from the point of view of a parent. Humanity is a gift Sally Jackson remains thankful for. Especially, as she sees Tanner and his wings, caged between her flower pots and that ugly lamp she simply cannot make herself get rid of.

"Would you like another one?", she mentions to the now empty cup in his hands, wondering how he managed to drink the hot liquid so fast, "Or would you prefer something to eat instead?"

Sally smiles, leaning back on the stool she is sitting on, trying to give him space. "I don't mind at all, it is no problem. I have some things for Percy I need to drop off anyway." That is not entirely the truth, but she is eager for any chance to see her son, so surely she can find something he will need. "And I know the way by heart now. We can make some space for you in the guest-room, if you wish?"

[bellumestpax]

closed starter for @bcjeweled || lyric starter call. || taste - s.c.

"guess who he learned that from?" she jokingly shoves the arm of the mother of percy jackson - snickering she points to herself while mouthing 'me.'

[bcjeweled]

"You are quite proud of that move, hu?", Sally slowly shakes her head as she looks at the girl beside her, her features showing a smile. "I have to admit it seems to be quite the useful trick."

[filmtvtoday]

#he really said we cope through humor

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[bcjeweled]

It is not even 8am and yet here I am, drowning in feels about the fact that Sally wasn't even present when Percy and Poseidon talked for the first time. Her face when she asked Poseidon if he wished to talk to his son, to hear his voice. Poseidon's one day, and then she isn't even there for it? She longed for a family so hard, she sacrificed so much. And then she wasn't even there to see that moment.

[counterpoiise]

Ethan resisted a frown. Wasn’t she proud of what Percy had done? He’d achieved some serious kleos, enough to earn him a non-literal badge of honor, and enough to get him on Luke’s radar faster than Ethan had– hence why he was here to take another stab at swaying the son of Poseidon to their side. 

“I guess so. I wouldn’t really know, though. My mom’s the godly one, so… the rules are different.” He shrugged. 

“Anway, of course we talk! Not many of us get the opportunity to go on quests, much less ones that important. It’s amazing what he did– and sure, some of the Ares kids are a little wounded, but even though they might be mad, they can’t deny honor in a fight. Ares lost fair and square, so they can hold a grudge as much as they want– and they probably will– but they wouldn’t dare insult their dad by fighting his battle for him. At least, I think.” His face scrunched in doubt that he couldn’t cover up. To be honest, he respected the Hades out of the Ares kids, but he didn’t really know them– they were an insular bunch, more than other cabins, so an unclaimed kid wasn’t really a candidate for being their best pal. 

“They can be a little intense… but Chiron does a good job reminding them what’s important, y’know?”

[bcjeweled]

"Oh", Sally did her best to keep her features in check. She had seen what a toll it had taken on Percy, growing up without a father, always moving schools, always on the run. And she had heard stories about other demigods who had gone through even worse. As a mother herself, as an orphan herself, she knew how hard it was to grow up with a parent missing. "I am sure she must be quite proud of you, goddess or not. Even immortal mothers aren't immune to that."

Once again that familiar wish for Percy to simply have a normal childhood rose up in her chest, but she forced it back down - none of them had a choice in the matter and Sally herself would not change a single step on her path.

"So that's the dream, isn't it? To go on a quest one day? I am glad to hear that there aren't any fights at Camp itself, it kind of defeats the purpose of a safe haven, does it not?", she fidgeted with the menu in her hands, once again trying to hide the disdain she felt for Poseidon's family. "I cannot say I see much honor in the god of war fighting a child, no matter how much glory Percy gained in it. But I find myself often unable to understand the gods."

Sally nodded at his last sentence. Chiron, yes, finally the name of someone she trusted. "So do you enjoy staying at camp? Learning from Chiron and being with the others? I imagine it's no place for being lonely."

[volansvir-deactivated20251125]

Jason blinks in surprise, before something shy and sheepish arises in his chest. He rubs at the back of his neck, unsure of how to respond. "Oh, uh. I dunno, to be honest. Flying is fun, I guess, when I don't have to use it for... y'know..." If he mentions danger, will it upset her? "Tense situations. But it's hard to tell if that's any indication."

[bcjeweled]

The smile on her face is warm, kind, and most of all unwavering. Even when he speaks of these tense situations Sally does not show the small burst of desperation she feels. She has gotten used to it now, watching them endanger themselves without being able to help. "Then you should try it. I mean, what could go wrong? You try it and it turns out you don't like it? Just stop again. But maybe you will love it, maybe it will be fun. The world's full of possibilities, Jason, you should give yourself the time to look for some of them."

[okeancs]

                    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓     𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒     𝐓𝐎     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐒𝐄𝐀     𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋                           𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒     𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍     𝐓𝐎     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐒𝐄𝐀

[okeancs]

The moment she heard the tone of his voice her heart dropped into her stomach as worry flooded all her senses. Like a tidal wave. Sally immediately knew that something was not right. On the contrary, something was very, very wrong. "Percy!", she called his name one more time, the half-folded items of laundry falling from her hands. She did not pay any attention to see where they landed, for Sally was already out of the door, rushing into the hallway. Later she'd not be able to say what she registered first. The look in his eyes or that stark red color spreading over his clothes. Blood. There was so much blood. A few rushed steps and she was at his side, kneeling in front of her son, arms already outstretched as her thoughts raced through her mind. Was he injured? Was he dying? "Percy, Percy what happened?", her hands began to wander as she was feverishly trying to figure out where the blood was coming from. She could taste it on her tongue already, that damned iron. "Is this yours? We need to call an ambulance. We need to stop the bleeding", words tumbled from her mouth as fast as that dreadful heart that dared to almost beat right out of her chest. "Show me where it hurts, honey, tell me what happened." And then another thought broke through the fire in her mind, cold and sharp as an icicle. Was he being followed? "Who did this, Percy?"

            𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓     𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄     𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓,     𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝟖     𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍,     𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒     𝐈𝐍     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄     𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃     𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘.     The     only     difference     this     time     was     he     was     painted     in     shades     of     crimson.     〝    Mom..    〞      Tears     brimmed     in     his     eyes,     spilling     over     at     the     sight     of     her     kneeling     beside     him.,     〝    I'm     so     sorry...    〞      The     words     tumbled     out     in     a     broken     loop.     Sorry     for     getting     blood     on     the     carpet,     sorry     for     DISAPPEARING     on     her,     sorry     for     making     life     difficult.     The     apologies     piled     on,     endless     and     DESPERATE.

                Her     voice     broke     through     his     rambling,     firm     and     unwavering,     pulling     him     from     the     cycle     of     apologises.     His     grip     lessen,     his     arm     faltering     as     it     fell     limply     to     his     side,     too     drained     to     hold     its     weight.     The     folds     of     his     coat     shifted,     revealing     the     cold,     glinting     steel     of     a     blade     sunk     deep     into     his     abdomen.     He     knew     better     than     to     pull     the     blade     out     himself,     to     risk     bleeding     out.     〝    I…     I     was…    〞      He     struggled     to     piece     the     FRAGMENTS     of     memory     together,     his     voice     unsteady.     〝    I     was     out     with     friends…     walking     home…    〞      The     words     felt     distant,     as     though     pulled     from     a     fog,     like     they     weren't     happening     to     him.     〝    And…     and     some     guy     ran     up     on     me…?    〞      The     words     stumbled     out,     uncertain     and     halting.     Saying     it     aloud     cracked     open     a     door,     letting     doubt     creep     in.     Was     it     really     just     some     guy?     He’d     been     drinking    —     could     the     MIST     have     fooled     his     eyes?

                Looking     down     at     the     pool     of     blood     collecting     made     his     vision     blurry,     his     stomach     churning.     The     sharp     tang     of     rust     filled     his     nose,     the     metallic     taste     of     iron     seemed     to     coat     his     tongue,     overwhelming     his     senses.     It     was     suffocating,     threatening     to     drag     him     under     like     a     RELENTLESS     tide.     But     the     son     of     the     sea     refused     to     sink.     Summoning     what     strength     he     had     left,     he     forced     his     body     into     motion.     His     trembling     hand     reached     for     the     blade,     fingers     brushing     against     the     slick,     blood    -    coated     metal     as     he     wiped     at     the     visible     metal,     desperate     to     put     his     doubt     to     rest     〝    BRONZE...?    〞     

[bcjeweled]

"No, no, don't be sorry", one hand firmly placed on his cheek she tried to hold him, to give him comfort, while her own heart was breaking, "I am here. I got you, Percy. Slow and steady, breathe."

Her eyes flickered to the sword, going wide for a heartbeat, before Sally could reign in her expression. She tried so hard to hide her own panic, her own desperation. It would not help him, only cause the blood to flow stronger. Out of him, out of her son, her only heart. Tears fell from her eyes as she tried to hold it all together, rib cage almost breaking from the effort. Why was this happening? What could she do? "Percy..."

She listened to his ragged breathing, the words tumbling from his mouth slowly but surely. "We need to call someone, anyone." Poseidon? - water that healed? - Camp? - Annabeth? - a thousand thoughts rushed through her mind as she tried to make the right decision, to act before time ran out. Her son was dying and Sally did not know who could be here fast enough, who could help him. "Stay right there", she got up to her feet, breaking free from him hurting almost as much as seeing him like this.

Yes, the weapon was made from bronze. Yes, this was the other world trying to take him once again. But Sally did not know who to call out for, so she decided to do this her way, the way of her world. Rushing to the bathroom she grabbed her phone off of the counter, dialing 911 as she stepped back to Percy, fresh towels in hand. "I know this hurts darling, but we need to do something."

Sally sat down in front of him again, trying to shift his clothes far enough away so that she could press the towel on his wound without moving the sword, without hurting him more. "Your friends, who was with you? Where are they now?" Her phone finally connected the call and as soon as Sally heard another voice on the other end of it she blurted out "This is Sally Jackson, we need an ambulance for a stab wound. No, no, not a knife." She looked down onto Percy, a silent apology on her lips before she said: "Think more of a sword."

She did not care about the mist, about the mortals, about the rules. The only thing that counted in this moment was her precious son, her Percy. And the blood pooling between them. "All will be fine, Percy. You will get through this. You survived worse, remember?"

[telugxrl13]

sally and percy ~ for twelve years. mother and son. the greatest friendship. the prettiest lady and the bravest boy. the best days had together. his caretaker, protector, and guide. her hero, love, and pride. the only one he needs. just the two of them in the whole wide world <3

― the only job harder than being a demigod is being a demigod's mom.

[volansvir-deactivated20251125]

“Do you guys think I’d be good at aerial silks, or am I kind of cheating because I can control wind?”

[bcjeweled]

"I think it doesn't always matter whether or not you are good at something. It's enough if it is fun. So that's the more interesting question, isn't it? Would you enjoy it?"

[apurekindness]

A son of Poseidon. Her face paled; what danger was she putting herself into, going against the Gods? But she could not leave the poor woman and child on the doorstep and, swallowing down the wave of fear that flooded through her, she nodded. "I see. Come in, come in, please," she insisted, carefully glancing down the street before closing the door behind them.

"This way. I have an examination bed in my office," she explained, leading the way down the corridor to a room at the end. "How old is your son?" she queried, as she opened the door and quickly moved to the sink to wash her hands. "Put him down on the bed, please," she requested. "How long has he been unwell for?"

[bcjeweled]

Help. She had looked for it so long, it had seemed like something unreachable. And now it was truly offered. Sally could not believe her luck and for only a heartbeat she closed her eyes, relief flooding through her chest. But it was too early for that yet, and time was of the essence. So she hurried into the house behind her new host, thankful to finally get out of the rain - even if it meant to leave her lover behind. For now, she needed to think of Percy and only Percy.

Sally followed where the woman was leading her, feeling the weight of her son in her arms. It was straining to carry him like this, he was becoming way too big for it. Yet the worry that tainted her heart left her no choice, allowed her tired muscles to do whatever was needed to be done.

"Percy's about to turn six", she answered the question as she gently put him down, almost unwilling to let him go again. She gently swept a strand of his blonde hair out of his face. "And he has been like this for two days now. It started slowly, at first I did not even realise something was off. He does not get sick often, but he gets glimpses into the other world every now and then. And I fear this time something might have looked back." She turned around to face the woman once more. Had she truly come to the right place? Was this what hope felt like? "You can help him, right? You can do something? I don't care about the price. I am willing to do what it takes."

[bcjeweled]

@essentiamortis sent: “ are you sure? ” (always accepting)

Sure? Sally Jackson hasn't been sure in a long time. If truth be told, there aren't many things in her life to be sure of. She was once sure of love, and then it disappeared on her. She is always sure of Percy though, her dear Percy who is so much stronger than she could ever be. And all he gets is more dangers.

"I will be honest with you.", her hand reaches upward to stroke a stubborn strand of her brown hair out of her eyes. "I am not sure. But I have no choice. And I have learned to trust my gut above all other things. And its telling me that we need to leave here. Now or never."

A sigh, as she contemplates her next words. "I might not be able to offer these kids the same protection as Camp Halfblood, but we have to do something. And splitting up, leaving them behind, it goes against everything I believe. If we hurry we might be closer to Camp, might get some help." She is aware that there are a lot of maybes and mights in her plan. But she has nothing else to offer, so she offers this. "I know it feels like running away. But you know what they say, pick your battles."

[nosestealer]

"All tea is good tea, Mrs Jackson."

Which is true. Give her a good Earl Grey with some honey in it and she's golden. Or fruity tea. She's been known to drink that, too. But before she can ruminate on that some more, Mrs Jackson - Sally - asks if she's eaten.

"Are you certain? The last thing I want to do is to eat you out of hearth and home. I can survive on a few cups of tea. I've survived on less."

[bcjeweled]

While the water begins to slowly boil Sally steps back towards the living room, leaning in the doorframe as she motions for Eleusine to get comfortable. Her arms crossed in front of her chest Sally tries to give the girl one swift but thorough look. She knows that the demi-gods get into real fights, bruises are easy to hide but the wounds from a sword are not. And the last thing she wants is for someone to bleed out on her couch, simply because they do not wish to be a bother.

"Nonsense", she replies to the girl, "It is no problem at all. I would not have offered it to you, were it otherwise." Sally's face lights up with a smile, one that she hopes is reassuring. "I mean, how long has it been since you left Camp?"

Truth be told Sally will never understand why the Gods are so eager to send their own children on quests. Honor be damned, it is too dangerous. And she is a mother first and foremost. She hates to see them suffer, even if only one of them is her own. "I have to warn you though, it's vegetarian and I might have gone a bit overboard with the seasoning this week. I was trying something new, something spicy." Laughter leaves her lips before she turns around to get the tea. "And one hot mug coming right up."

[bcjeweled]

Plotting Call!

I am off to a hopefully chill day at work, so give this post a small heart and I shall come to you for some plots! Or reply and I will throw a tiny starter at you tonight.

[bcjeweled]

@ximerose starter call.

"Here you go, kid." Sally hands Tanner a red mug, steam slowly rising into the air, "The cocoa is still hot though, so be careful."

This isn't the first time a young demi-god has looked for shelter in her house and with everything that Percy is doing out there she is quite sure it will not be the last either. For a moment she considers asking questions, digging into why this boy looks so ruffled and half-frozen. But she knows better than to pry. If he wishes to talk, he will.

"Tanner was it, right? Do you need a ride back to camp tomorrow morning?" She shouldn't meddle, she knows. It is dangerous. But who is she to turn away someone in need?