#oc icee

[kaydreamsart]

Happy Pride Month🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️!!

Here’s a banner of my rainbow of OCs! Two variations after the read more

[marsinthecorner]

I just had to draw Slurpee and Icee as this meme!🤣

[haii2u]

More of these hoes

[iceemoondemon]

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A 2024 look for my sona :3

Because it's muh birthday 🎉🎂🍭🍬🍨🍩🍪🍰🧁🍫🍮

Also some extras

YURI 🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊

And a doodle

[agressive-reject]

So, I guess I'm staying at camp all year

TW: Homophobia, Homophobic slur, Cursing, Parental neglect

Aster, please meet me in the parlor, we have much to discuss. Regards, Margaret Remington

Aster had always found it strange that her mother signed her texts with her full name. Or that she signed them at all.

She knew she was in trouble. She was always in trouble. She was scolded for not sitting like a lady, for not wearing the right color dress, for getting her septum pierced. But above all, her mother hated the scar on Aster's face.

It was a reminder that she wasn't truly a Remington. She was the product of an affair that was never to be spoken of. It was a reminder of the Titan War and the drakon that killed Silena Beauregard.

Aster remembered that day like it was yesterday. She could still hear the agonizing screams from her older sister Clarisse as Silena lay dying in her arms.

She descended the giant flight of stairs in the Remington mansion and sat on one of the leather couches. The room was big and dark. It was cold and uninviting. There were various catalogs on the mahogany coffee table. The one on top of the stack said in big bold letters,

"IF YOU'RE NOT SHOOTING A REMINGTON YOU'RE MISSING A LOT"

It was one of the older ones on the table, mid-century if Aster remembered correctly.

She didn't dare touch the antique catalogs with pages upon pages of guns and rifles.

Aster bounced her leg nervously, mindlessly twisting one of her braids in her hand. Completely absorbed in thought,

Just one more week until I can leave for camp

A tall stern woman entered the room. She wore a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt. Around her neck was a string of pearls.

She placed her briefcase on the other couch opposite the one Aster was sitting on. She opened it and pulled out a red notebook. She threw it down on the coffee table.

"Do you want to explain this, young lady?" Margaret Remington growled.

At the sight of the notebook Aster almost had a heart attack.

"WHAT THE FUCK MOM! YOU READ MY DIARY?!"

Margaret stepped closer and grabbed Aster by the collar of her shirt. Acrylic nails dug into her marbled skin as her mother pulled her up so they were face to face.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me. It's bad enough that you insist on going to that wretched camp, but now I learn that you're a dirty queer. You were supposed to take over the family business! Marry a rich man. But no. You had to be a selfish bitch and choose women. Do you know what this will do to the company?! How can you be heir to the Remington fortune if you're choosing to go fuck some random whore!"

Aster was shaking, she could feel the hot tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Mom I-"

"Save it. You'll break your father's heart when he hears how you let us all down!"

"He's not my dad," Aster said, trying to keep more tears from falling.

"You're right. He's not. You were a mistake. Product of one night with a god and a failed abortion. Get out."

"what?"

"I SAID GET OUT! PACK YOUR THINGS! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" her mother screamed at the top of her lungs. It echoed through the mansion.

"FINE! I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL YOU NASTY CUNT!" Aster screamed back as she grabbed her notebook and ran upstairs.

She grabbed as much of her stuff as she could fit into her bag and ran out the door, not looking back.

It seems she'd be getting to camp a week early.

[dawn-lovelace]

So, she's really gone?

Cw: cursing, angst, spoilers for the titans curse and for @sweetxloverxx 's RP

Even though it was summer, there was a chill in the air. The chill was all Dawn could feel as they stared into the flames.

Haven's hot pink burial shroud had a silver scythe embroidered on it, for her adoptive father. Now all that was left were the ashes floating up into the sky.

Dawn twisted the pink friendship bracelet tied around their wrist as they looked up; watching the ashes float up to the stars. Her eyes were red even though she hadn't cried. He tried her best to not break down in front of everyone. They needed them to be strong. Dawn was one of the oldest campers. People looked up to them. She wouldn't dare let them see her cry.

They left the bonfire and sat alone on half-blood hill. Gazing up at the stars. They began to laugh. A hollow laugh. One with no humor behind it.

"Even when I try to stay away from them, they still get hurt. Right, Zoe?" They said, their voice breaking as they stared at the constellation of the Huntress.

They looked down at their shaking hands as their vision started to blur. The tears began to fall, there was no stopping them now. Her mascara ran down her face as her freckles began to glow.

They looked like a firefly caught in a rainstorm.

Their breathing was ragged, just gasping for air between sobs.

"I tried so hard. I tried to keep her safe. I got too close like I always do. And when she needed me most, I wasn't there." Her voice was small and weak, like a leaf trembling in a hurricane.

"I'm sorry, fuck, I'm so sorry! Haven..I" She looked up, he could see the smoke from Haven's fire from here. Swirling and dancing in the starlight.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, Zoe. I'm sorry for all the things I said. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." his words quickly became sobs as she gazed at Zoe's constellation.

A red handprint formed on Zoe's face as Dawn looked at her with fire in their eyes.

"How dare you! Rebecca what is the matter with you!"

"THAT'S NOT MY NAME!" Dawn roared at the girl who used to be their best friend.

"Fine! Dawn, I did not know that you had become so unreasonable! I simply asked if you wanted your jacket back." Zoe said while rubbing the bruise on her cheek.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK BITCH! WHY WOULD I WANT THAT?!" Dawn gestured to the silver hoodie that was covered in dried blood.

"It belongs to you. You should have it back. I no longer want it to remind me of the incident." Zoe said 'incident' like it was a vile, disgusting word.

Dawn snatched the hoodie out of Zoe's hands, "FINE! I'LL TAKE IT!! HAVE FUN ON YOUR STUPID QUEST TO SAVE LADY ARTEMIS!"

"I doubt it will be fun, but thank you for the well wishes," Zoe said with venom behind each word.

"They were anything but well wishes. I hope you don't come back from this quest at all!" Dawn said.

The memory of their last interaction hit Dawn like a truck. She could feel the anger and regret flowing through their veins. Haven's death had made the old memories resurface again.

"I'm so sorry, Zoe. I-I didn't mean it. I'm sorry" They pulled their knees into their chest and wept.

"Haven, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I'm so so sorry." Their tears fell onto the pink friendship bracelet, now the only thing they had left of Haven.

@likeapriceless-wine @dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues @that-theaterkid

[creepa-b0t-inc]

Brandal C belongs to TheJoker Snow-E belongs to Lemonemy Rock-E belongs to Creepa-Bot Inc. (me!!!)

[raintailed]

Super Chilly’s only overseers!!! Note: Chilly was never intended to be an iterator and as such originally didn’t have any overseers at all. These overseers help Chilly out when they need their digital version to be projected onto walls n stuff

the first is Slushy (it/its, he/him), who was custom-made by a friend of Super Chilly. He tends to get a bit too close to danger and also likes to ride on the backs of large creatures.

the 2nd and 3rd images are of Icee (it/its, she/her); the 2nd image is her original appearance, and the 3rd is what she looks like now. Originally Icee belonged to No Dark Opposite, but SC killed it and then got the overseer eye repaired. Icee is very confused bc “huh??? I was made for NDO but now I belong to SC???? am very confuseded”

AND for a lil bit of context, I think that overseers are autonomous and have personalities of their own, although they aren’t very smart or super self-aware. for the most part they know to do the following: watch unusual things, listen to their iterator’s instructions, and avoid danger. Still, that leaves room for individual personality stuff and I think that’s fun :]

[totally-not-a-mermaid]

Fish Out of Water (Part One)

Tw: Cursing, Vivid Descriptions of Gore

Four years. It had been four years since that day when Cordelia's life changed forever.

Cordi sat on the same beach where she was found as an infant. She was shaking; her knees tucked into her chest as she stared out at the crystal blue waters of Honolulu. She was looking at her hands.

How did I do that? She thought, remembering all the bottles and faucets exploding in her foster mom's rental property.

Tears welled up in Cordelis's eyes, "I-I didn't mean to-" she said in a quiet shakey voice.

When it happened, she grabbed her bag and ran. She had no idea where she was running but always seemed to find herself at that same beach. She could still hear the police sirens in the distance.

Her face still stung from where her foster mom slapped her; her throat was still sore from screaming.

I didn't mean to hurt her, I just got so mad

Just an hour ago her foster mother had yelled at her for some reason, honestly, Cordi couldn't remember.

What happened next would live in her nightmares for the rest of her life.

"I didn't mean to kill her," Cordi whispered to herself, letting the tears fall.

Somehow, she made her foster mom's blood boil. Literally. She remembered how fast she started to sweat. How fast her skin turned red, like a freshly steamed lobster. Cordelia will never be able to get the image of her foster mom's head exploding out of her mind. She wanted to throw up. She tried to run away, but she was on an island.

She thought about swimming but where to? She was a strong swimmer but not strong enough to cross the Pacific. She put her head in her hands and cried.

This is it. I'm going to spend the rest of my life in prison for an accident.

All of a sudden, she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up and was treated by a middle-aged man wearing a fishing hat. He sat down beside her.

"Been a long day?' He asked, he seemed so familiar but Cordi couldn't place it.

"Yeah, long day"

"It will get better, Cordelia." He said with a warm smile.

"How did you-" Cordelia was cut off by the strange and familiar man.

"Cordelia. Beautiful name. Daughter of the Sea. It's fairly fitting, wouldn't you agree?" He said as he gazed out at the crashing waves.

Cordi remained silent.

"I have a task for you, Cordelia." He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a necklace and an envelope.

"I need you to take this to my son, Percy Jackson, in Manhattan." He handed her the envelope. It was sealed with deep blue wax stamped with a trident. "This will lead you to him. It will glow the closer you are." He also handed her the necklace. It was a sliver chain with a blue crystal.

"Manhattan?! That's like 5,000 miles away?! How am I supposed to get there?" Cordi asked.

The strange man continued, "There's a boat leaving for Los Angeles in 4 hours. Get on it. Once you're there, you will take a bus. Do not fly. The skies aren't kind. Stay near the water, if you need help, it will come to your aid. Percy will answer all of your questions."

The police sirens intensified. "What about the cops? Won't they come for me?" She asked, not sure why she trusted this man, but she did. There was something about him that made her believe that she had to go on this cross-country mission.

"Oh don't worry about them. I will take care of it." He handed her some cash that just happened to appear in his vest pocket.

"Don't forget. Find Percy, tell him that his father sent you. Good luck child." He got up without a second word and walked into the waves.

@sweetxloverxx @likeapriceless-wine @dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine @that-theaterkid

[moonstonexgallery]

Just a funny doodle of muhself lol XD

[kaydreamsart]

some color pallete stuff with my characters!

[marsinthecorner]

Wanted to capture Icee's Rodeo Clown background, I really needed to incorporate a more Western look to her wardrobe anyway. She's killing it!🤡🌵

[flybreakerstimz]

"I will not be doing that... dirty work, sweetie."

Lumiel - OC

Love my cocky angel son <333 With themes of Wings, Eyes, and his colors.

[x/x/x - x/x/x - x/x/x]

[iceemoondemon]

I wanted to draw my sona in a random outfit i found on Pinterest lmao

Anyways, mee!~ ✨🌙🌠💀

Hope ya enjoy besties~ /pos

NON VHS VERSION

[agressive-reject]

Journey back home, my real home.

Cw: violence, cursing, gun mention

The journey north was a lot harder than Aster thought it would be without a car. She would never know why she originally thought the nearly 600-mile trip from her mother's mansion in Maddison North Carolina to Long Island Sound would be easy.

She had thought about stealing a car, she knew how, but she didn't want to deal with being caught. Aster had some money for food and a bus ticket but not much.

Aster signed in the isle of a random gas station in Kentucky as she looked at her credit card in her wallet.

yep, that's not gonna work. She thought. She's probably already cut them off by now.

She glanced over at the two teenage girls giggling in the corner. They wore cheerleading outfits and had full faces of make up. They kept looking at Aster and laughing.

They're just teenage girls, no use in engaging.

Aster couldn't tell exactly what they were laughing about. Maybe it was her torn and muddy jeans or her twists that had grown out since she had them done. Aster had already promised herself that she would ask one of the Aphrodite kids to help her redo her hair when she eventually got to camp.

Aster pulled her hood up over her head and walked over to the counter with her granola bars and water.

"Just these please," Aster said to the middle-aged man behind the counter. She wanted to get away from the South as soon as possible. She didn't quite feel comfortable with the confederate flag behind the cashier next to a wall of every type of cigarette there was.

"$10.79," the guy said in a very tired-sounding voice.

Aster handed him $11 cash and put the change in the little jar that said "TIPS." She quickly said thank you and walked out of the store.

About 10 minutes into her walk to the bus station, Aster noticed the cheerleaders had been following her.

Aster felt inside her jacket to make sure her revolver was still there. Most demigods she knew used swords, bows, and daggers. Aster used a gun. She is-was the heir to the fortune of the Remington Arms fortune after all, she had always been around guns. Last year she had Leo make her some Celestial Bronze bullets for her. Those were what her gun was loaded with right now.

Aster knew that the Celestial Bronze bullets wouldn't hurt the mortal cheerleaders, but just showing someone that you were carrying was normally enough to scare them off.

Aster kept walking, pulling the strap of her bag up more on her shoulder, her other hand resting on her gun.

She had finally made it to the bus station and bought a ticket for the next bus that was going to Long Island. She sat in the far back of the bus and was surprised to see the cheerleaders also boarding the bus.

That's strange but probably nothing Aster thought, anxiously as the bus started to leave the station.

She couldn't see. There were so many different sounds of death and destruction all around her. Aster tried to open her eyes, but only one worked.

She was back. Lying, bleeding on 5th Avenue. Bested by a horrific beast. The searing pain from the Drakon's talons was worse than anything she had ever felt. Aster was almost certain that she would never be able to see out of her left eye again.

She tried to stand but fell. Aster braced for the impact of the asphalt, but it never came.

"It's ok! It's going to be ok! I got you!" said a voice whom Aster assumed belonged to the muscular pair of arms holding her up. She recognized the voice but was far too dazed to place it.

Aster awoke abruptly as the bus stopped. She hadn't even noticed that she had fallen asleep, just thought that her dream was another flashback to The Battle of Manhattan.

She ran her fingers over the long jagged scar across her left eye. It stung a bit, but that's nothing new. It always started to burn a little when she thought about the Drakon. Dawn once told Aster that "magic wounds leave magic scars" and they weren't joking. It started to itch even when Manhattan was only mentioned in passing.

When Aster got off the bus she noticed how dark it had gotten.

Man, how long was I asleep?? Aster thought while yawning.

She didn't have much money left for a taxi or Uber, so Aster walked from the bus station to Half-Blood Hill. It was about an hour's walk. As always, Aster kept a hand on her revolver and constantly checked her surroundings. But she soon got lost in thought while she walked. Her beat-up old Converse kicked rocks and pinecones when they crossed into her path.

Aster's head shot up when she heard a stick break. She pulled her gun as she whirled around.

"Freeze!" She yelled, expecting a threat.

She lowered her weapon. The squirrel scampered away into the night.

Aster let out a sigh, "Oh Gods that scared the shit out of me!"

Out of curiosity, Aster checked to see how many bullets she had left. She had gotten into a few fights since the previous summer and the bullets Leo made for her were almost gone.

"Fuck" Aster said while looking down at the two bronze bullets in the cylinder.

Another stick snapped. It was not a squirrel.

Aster tried to turn around but was kicked in the back. She fell to her knees and looked up.

"Awww! I really wanted you to put up more of a fight!" Said one of the two cheerleaders now standing in front of her.

"I know right! It's no fun when they go down in one hit!" The other girl said while making an over-exaggerated pouty face.

"What do you want? I'm just trying to take a nice leisurely stroll!" Aster said as she got to her feet.

Aster could see Thalia's Pine tree behind the cheerleaders. Running would make her a coward, there were only 2 of them. But then again, she only had 2 bullets.

"Ugh! What? You don't recognize us?! Typical Ares kid! You don't even remember who you've killed!" She said as her long ponytail turned into flames.

Their bodies contorted as the Mist cleared. They grew fangs and long claws. Their legs changed. One metal. One of a donkey. Their eyes glowed red with hate.

Aster did remember. During the battle of Manhattan, she was attacked by these 2.

Aster pointed her gun at them, "You came all this way from Tarturus just for me to kill you again? Wow, that's kinda sad."

Before they could react Aster shot one of them, right between the eyes. She evaporated into dust.

One bullet left.

"Would you like to go back to Tarturus too?" She said pointing her revolver at the second Empusa.

Aster was tired, she knew that the second Empusa would go down as easily as her counterpart. Luckily, she had been itching for a fight since her mom kicked her out. She pushed her fatigue aside and took her anger out on the Empusa.

Much to her surprise, the cheerleader ran towards Thalia's tree before Aster could even land a hit on her.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I THOUGHT YOU WANTED A FIGHT?" Aster yelled as she ran after her.

The Empusa stopped and turned around to face Aster.

Aster fired at her but was hit in the chest at the same time.

She missed.

Out of bullets. Fuck.

She put her gun back into her jacket and swung. The cheerleader was fast. Too fast. Aster had underestimated how tired she was.

She screamed as she felt claws slash at her torso. She tried to fight back but the pain was too great.

This is it. She thought. I'm going to die on Half-Blood Hill.

She fell. In an instant the Empusa had her pinned.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," The Empusa said, baring her fangs.

Aster thought a silent prayer to any God who was listening and prepared for the final blow. But it never came.

At first, she thought she was hallucinating from blood loss, but the creature above her dissolved into dust shortly after a tiny streak of silver shot through the air.

All she could hear was the crunching of twigs. All she could see were the stars above her in the night sky.

Then she felt it. A very familiar pair of strong arms around her. Someone was carrying her.

A very familiar voice said, "It's ok! It's going to be ok! I got you!"

She closed her eyes and passed out.

@sweetxloverxx @likeapriceless-wine @dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine @that-theaterkid

[dawn-lovelace]

Empathy fucking sucks

CW: Description of sensory overload, slight gore Also Dawn uses all pronouns <3

"WAS IT YOU!? WERE YOU THE ONE THAT STARTED THIS!?" Dawn heard Marjorie yell at Claire.

Dawn had no idea what exactly they were arguing about, but that didn't matter. The damage had already been done.

Marjorie stormed off with her brother CJ close behind. Dawn didn't want to get involved. They had overheard something about the second Titan war, and that was never a good topic of discussion around camp.

There was no winning in that argument. No way to fix what had been said. And the thought of it made their chest hurt. They played it off though, thinking the tight pain was just because they had worn their binder too long.

It wasn't their binder.

They had made their way back to cabin 7 to change into something more comfortable. The pain persisted, no, increased. It was like they were hit with a tidal wave of guilt.

Guilt flooded their senses. Their heart beat hard against their ribs. They could feel everything. Every fiber in their clothing. Every hair on their body. The weight of their eyelids. The roaring of blood in their ears was deafening. Even their own breathing was too loud.

They sat on their bed, trying to find some solace from the sensory nightmare that they were in. But nothing helped. They had absorbed Marjoire's anguish and now had to deal with it.

Dawn closed her eyes as thousands of thoughts rushed through his head.

Should I go after her?

I should have done more to help.

I can't take this.

Fuck! Why couldn't I have just stopped the war before it even happened

Fuck Dawn You're so selfish for not fixing everyone's problems!

I'm so pathetic! Fucking taken down by someone else's emotions!

They felt tears running down their face as they sat in the darkness under the blanket. The darkness slowly faded as their freckles and scars started to glow.

Great They thought.

Dawn was drowning in emotion. Some hers, some not. When it gets to this point, it's hard to tell the difference between her emotions and someone else's. They all just blend together. Muddled like looking at a Monet up close; only able to make out the different shapes from afar.

But as it stands now, it was impossible for Dawn to look at the whole painting. They were forced to stare at each paint stroke. Trying to differentiate between the array of colors and feelings.

They stood. His hands were shaking. Anger and guilt flowed through her veins like electricity. It crackled and buzzed under their skin, waiting to be released.

Dawn walked over to the bathroom of the Apollo cabin. Their shaking hands grasped the sink like a lifeline. She was definitely crying now. Full-blown sobs and tears ran down his face.

She looked up at the face staring at her in the mirror. It wasn't them. They saw a small child staring back at them, long brown hair braided with silver. Tears ran down her freckled face, and a giant gash across her neck. Her silver jacket was stained crimson with blood. Her luminous green eyes filled with fear and sadness.

Dawn hit her.

The mirror shattered and glass went everywhere. Dawn looked down at the blood dripping in the sink. It was only then that they realized that they were bleeding. There were small bits of glass sticking out of her red and bloody knuckles.

They turned on the faucet and quickly dressed their wound, and sighed.

Dawn knew that hitting stuff wasn't the best way to deal with emotions, but gods was it effective.

I'll think of a better way to deal with this later. They thought.

Their head quickly turned as they heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Dawn? Are you in there? You're gonna miss dinner" Dawn's brother Will said.

"Yeah! Sorry, be right there!" She hollered back.

She ran their unbandaged hand through their hair, wiped away their tears, and joined their brother for dinner.

@cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues @likeapriceless-wine @dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine