#phreaks oc

[edens-sovereign]

Aranea and Giannis

Finally introducing my Ow Oc ive been brainstorming for days!!

She was initially mean to be apart of the Phreaks but I decided she'd be more of an ally and a lone wolf. A lone wolf spiderrr. You can obviously see her spider inspiration. her design is super rough and random but Im proud of the idea. Also they're greek because im biased and all my characters end up greek lmao. Also because i've been waiting for Overwatch to add a Greek character for forever

Backstory not super fleshed out yet, but she was a babysitter bot for Giannis Hatzimichalis, the son of a very rich and influential family. They were also extremely abusive towards Aranea and Giannis, She escaped one night with all the money in the house she could find, took a random flight, and ended up in Scotland. Over the course of a few weeks, she made her way to the doorstep of the Phreaks. She needed mods in order to look different and not be identifiable. She got a new face, new legs, a new voice modifier, and Giannis cut a sick cut. She became very close with the Phreaks over the course of the weeks she was there, but she decided to decline their invitation. She was still unsure how to be in a family, and she had convinced herself she ruined the Hatzimichalis family. She didn't want to ruin this one. She now remains an ally to the Phreaks.

(She gets the multiple arms later hehe)

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In my brain she is a very young adult in behavior and mental, 18-19. While in reality she's actually like 2 lol. She was made to care for Giannis. I imagine she encountered the Phreaks before Hazard? But we dont know how old he was when he joined them so I'm not sure. But I feel like he joined them very recently. So by the time Hazard joins the Phreaks I feel like she'd be 4 (20-21)

She is a very hot-headed, quick to jump to conclusions, abrasive, yet skittish omnic. She will always flee before she fights, mostly because of Giannis.

Shes still really scrappy and rough as a character but I take so long with fleshed out characters and I wanted to show her off because im excited about herr. Theres going to be a lot of her she is consuming my brain at the moment.

[septiathenerd]

Hazard and Ren cuddling each other in bed, watching anime, eating sushi on New Year's Eve leading into New Years...

[themmmefatale]

misc art dump

[jerijuno]

Woah…phreaks oc

[agentchimendez]

dunmeshi oc. her name is Minogue. her limbs are too long to live as a proper half-foot but she's too short to live normally as an elf. wants money, to dance, and a hot wolf boy to maim her so she can get normal sized prosthetics (she also just wants him)

[owiett]

that moment when u mourn ur future self who was turned into a dogboy or something idk man i just work here max - he/him drawn aug 26th 2024

[morningsharksworld]

Neon Lights PT.1

OW Hazard x PunkSinger! Reader

A/N: Did i make this because I had a song stuck in my head since last week? Yes, am I also making an oc out of this? Yes, have I slept? No

Summary: Hazard has been a big fan of your band (and you) for years and finds out that you were playing at one of the underground clubs that he and the gang frequent

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The venue was alive with energy, the kind of buzz that electrified the air and made your chest vibrate. The crowd was a sea of movement, hands in the air, voices raised as they shouted along to every word of your songs. On stage, you were in your element, pouring your heart into each lyric, each riff, each beat of the drum. Your punk rock band had worked hard to get here, and tonight, the packed underground club was proof of how far you'd come.

In the crowd, Hazard stood out—not just because of his stature or his prosthetics, but because of his undeniable presence. He leaned casually against the edge of the bar, his sharp eyes tracking your every move on stage. Hazard exuded confidence, but there was something about the way he watched you, completely captivated, that betrayed his usual cool composure. He wasn’t just another face in the crowd; he was a long-time fan. Your music had been a constant in his life, a soundtrack to moments of triumph and turmoil.

His gang, the Phreaks, had dragged him out for a night of fun. They were scattered across the venue, some at the bar, others mingling in the crowd. Hazard had come along reluctantly, more out of obligation to keep an eye on everyone. But when he realized who was on stage—you, the lead singer of one of his favorite bands—his reluctance turned to disbelief, and then to awe.

“You alright there, Haz?” one of his gang members, Boomslang, teased, nudging him. “You’re usually not this quiet.”

Hazard smirked, taking a sip of his drink. “Aye, I’m fine. Just… they’re somethin’ else, aren’t they? Been followin’ their music for years. Didn’t know they’d be here tonight.”

Boomslang raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t think this band would be your thing.”

Hazard let out a low chuckle, his confidence returning. “Shows what ye know. This? This is exactly my thing.”

Back on stage, you launched into the final song of the set. The crowd surged, their cheers deafening as you belted out the opening lines. Hazard’s smirk softened into a genuine smile as he watched you command the stage. He knew every word, every beat, and tonight, it felt like you were singing just for him.

When the set ended, the room erupted in applause. You thanked the crowd, your voice hoarse but happy, and disappeared backstage. Hazard lingered by the bar, torn between staying put and seeking you out. This wasn’t the first time he’d thought about meeting you, but now that the opportunity was here, his usual bravado wavered. What if you didn’t want to meet another starstruck fan?

“Ah, screw it” he muttered under his breath, setting down his drink and making his way toward the backstage door.

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You were toweling off the sweat and sipping on a bottle of water when there was a knock on the door. One of the staff peeked in. “Hey, there’s someone out here asking to see you. Big guy, tech all over him, and says he’s a fan.”

You laughed, curiosity piqued. “Sure, send him in.”

The door opened, and there he was. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a presence that seemed to fill the room. His blonde hair was slightly tousled, and there was a mischievous spark in his striking yellow eyes as he stepped inside.

“Hiya” you greeted, setting the water bottle down. “I take it you’re the big guy that my security is scared of?”

He chuckled, his voice smooth and warm. “Guilty as charged. Name’s Hazard. And… well, I just wanted tae say that was fuckin’ brilliant out there.”

“Thanks” you replied while chuckling, genuinely touched. “Means a lot coming from someone who looked like they were feeling it.”

“Aye, ye caught me” he said with a grin, his Scottish lilt deepening. “Been feelin’ it for years. Yer music’s gotten me through more than I can count. Tonight? Just confirmed ye’re even better live.”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, a flush rising to your cheeks. “Wow, that’s… really nice to hear. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if what we’re doing out there really matters.”

“Matters more than ye know” he said, his tone soft but earnest. “Yer lyrics, yer voice… it’s like ye’re speakin’ straight tae my soul.”

You laughed, the sound easing the tension in the room. “Careful, Hazard. You keep talking like that, and I might start believing you.”

“Oh, ye should” he said smoothly, leaning slightly against the doorframe. “I don’t dish out compliments lightly.”

The two of you fell into an easy conversation, the initial nerves fading as you found yourself drawn to his wit and charm. He told you about how he discovered your music, sharing stories of late nights and road trips where your songs had been his constant companions. You shared tales from the road, the highs and lows of being in a band, and the moments that made it all worthwhile.

Hours passed without either of you noticing. The club had emptied out, and the staff were beginning to clean up around you. Hazard glanced at his watch and sighed. “Looks like I’ve kept ye long enough. Should probably let ye get some rest.”

You smiled, standing and extending a hand. “Thanks for coming back here to say hi. Most people don’t even have the guts. It was… nice.”

He took your hand, his grip firm but gentle. “No, thank you. For the music. And for… well, this.”

As he turned to leave, you called after him. “Hazard!”

He stopped, looking over his shoulder. “Aye?”

“You should come to the next show. Bring your friends. Drinks are on me.”

His smile widened, and for the first time all night, you saw the full force of his charisma. “Careful, love. Ye might make a habit of me.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t mind that…” you said, your tone teasing.

With a final grin, he tipped an imaginary hat and disappeared out the door. You stood there for a moment, your heart still racing. Something told you this wasn’t the last you’d see of him. And for the first time in a long while, the idea of letting someone new into your world didn’t feel so daunting.

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Hazard strolled into the Phreaks’ usual hangout spot, a smug grin plastered across his face. The gang immediately pounced on him.

“Haz, where the hell were you the other night?” Boomslang asked, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. “You missed out on the drinks.”

Hazard shrugged, casually dropping into a seat. “Ah, ye know, got caught up in somethin’… or someone.”

The room erupted with whistles and laughter. “Someone?” one of the gang members repeated. “Don’t tell us that someone finally caught your eye”

Boomslang narrowed her eyes. “Wait a minute. Wasn’t that the night of that punk concert? Don’t tell me…”

Hazard’s grin widened, and he pulled a couple of crumpled pieces of paper from his pocket—free tickets to your next show, signed with your name and a cheeky little message. The gang lost it.

“No way!” Boomslang crowed. “The lead singer? You managed that?”

Hazard leaned back, arms crossed, his expression the picture of smug satisfaction. “What can I say? I’m a man of taste.”

“More like dumb luck” one of them joked, earning a round of laughs.

Another gang member chimed in, shaking their head in disbelief. “C’mon, Haz. You’re tellin’ us the lead singer of that band not only talked to you but gave you free tickets? Pull the other one.”

“Jealousy doesn’t suit ye, mate” Hazard quipped, his grin never faltering. “Maybe if ye had my charm, ye’d be as lucky.”

“Charm?” Boomslang said with a laugh. “I’m betting it was the prosthetics. Maybe they thought you were part of the stage setup.”

The room roared with laughter, and Hazard rolled his eyes, still grinning. “Laugh it up, but we’ll see who’s laughin’ when I’m backstage next time.”

“Backstage now, is it?” someone teased. “Careful, Haz. Next thing, you’ll be tellin’ us you’re on first-name basis.”

Hazard smirked, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Maybe I am. And maybe there’s a little more tae the story than I’m tellin’.”

The gang exploded again, some slapping him on the back in congratulations, others still shaking their heads in disbelief. Hazard soaked it all in, his stupid grin never leaving his face.

[ilona-art]

Tried to doodle my OW OC... who's still a WIP, I'm not sure if I want her to be like a civilian, or have some weaponry. If yes I'm not sure what. Either small robots, or perhaps something with poison... or both. Even don't have a name for her yet... I feel kinda ashamed tbh that I made her (perhaps) a partner for Haz, I know this clearly goes against the lore. But I can't help it ;-; I just love the big dog a little bit too much. Kinda has become one of my comfort character these days. >///< (But Susie and the other Phreaks are cool too!) EDIT: Nickname is prob gonna be Millenial Bug and I'll prob give her some bug/Y2K-inspired clothing

[cannibl-canine]

goodenvin guys gals n' nonbinary pals I'm heavily sleep deprived but have a wip Phighting oc !! ;^

heres just a basic idea,, he's a Darkheart decedent (basically if Darkheart gave up his gear to the funny fountain) and this creatur came out heheh he's based off of a monochrome battle axe i stumbled upon 💥💥

the axe in question ^^^

nownow, I'll do my best to get out a full ref sheet but it might take a bit cause HS PHREAKING FINALS ARE COMING UP WOOHOO/NEG

and to. add on, I feel horrendously nauseous from over - workin' myself so . I'msosorry Tumblr ily.

[starrygalazy]

This is amazing, I love the Phreaks so much

I really wanna draw something with Hazard and my own OC now

But like, this is amazing. I can't believe I never really fully considered the idea of a found family human-omnic gang before

And yeah maybe they don't do the best shit ever, but can you blame them? A lot of the world is bent on keeping humans and omnics separate, or not open to Omnics existing whatsoever due to the Crisis

But

God, these people say 'to hell with it' and make a safe space for humans and omnics alike

Live laugh love Phreaks

[draculaflow3]

i made a phreaking artfight. i dont make humanoid ocs so i have exactly one the rest are ponies or furries

[edens-sovereign]

GUYS I GENUINELY THINK IM COOKING WITH MY OW OC IM NGLLL 😭😭 id share but the sketches are so loose and crazy but ugghhhh

[septiathenerd]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1P6VlnyqayjaVJ5wL3wL6i3Ye2NI5vPeRRbe8LLC-Fq0/edit?tab=t.0

So uh... I think I'm done with the general lore and design of my character for Overwatch. And I feel confident enough (ish) to share him with you all! Overwatch community, Ren Autumnhoney... Ren Autumnhoney, Overwatch community...

[sewer-sermon]

erm what the phreak......it's like some kind of phighting oc post in here!! yeah i have four of these guys n they're all a big beautiful found family. Smiles

Enphoso's gear is based off the joyful periastron epsilon, albeit VERY heavily modified- she's the Crossroads' very own slasher, and also the adoptive mother of these three doofuses! Despite being a serial killer she loves her babies very much and keeps regular contact with them. Somehow. We're not.... Entirely sure how that's working out- but hey, it is! She never shows any skin and uses a voice changer while speaking- no one's really sure what she looks or sounds like. She's in her early 60s, so she's pretty damn adept at keeping herself alive.

Zombiestaff's gear is xeir namesake- xey wanted to be a Phighter, but unfortunately Dom & Valk have filed a restraining order on them due to xeir.... Unorthodox methods, putting it politely. Besides xeir tendency to Literally Just Bite People, xeir Phinisher quite literally entails mind controlling any Phighters within a certain radius, briefly turning them into hapless zombies to serve Zombiestaff's bidding! After some brief discussing and one-too many matches swept, the move was agreed to be illegal and Zombiestaff was banned from using xeir gear in matches. This doesn't stop xem from sneaking into the ring every so often, of course! Xey are the youngest sibling, jobless and currently living in the sewers of the Crossroads. C:

Bloxy Cola is god's least favorite service worker! Similar to Zombiestaff (despite what xey might insist), her dreams of being a Phighter also fell through, though mostly due to his own anxieties and feelings that her gear was "worthless" for combat. He works painfully long shifts at a gas station in the middle of buttfuck nowhere instead, selling cheap junk food and gasoline to people who are probably, generally having more fun than her for a living! He's tired, man. She's very tired. He's the middlest sibling.

Alien Parasite is a rather interesting case. Oldest sibling, and the only actual successful Phighter of the phamily- she used to reside in Playground with the rest of her family, until a particular Sword event and a bad run-in rendered it partially zombified! She still has a relative amount of her personality and free will intact, which is exactly why Blackrock took such a strong interest in it. She was "politely made" an "offer" of free housing within Blackrock, in exchange for completely signing away its human rights to scientific study- and really, how could a guy refuse??? Her siblings don't hear from it much anymore, but any correspondence they do get out of her sounds cheerful enough, so surely it's doing fine! Right? Right??

.....Bloxy and Zombie don't like to think about it all that much.

under the cut is some bonus doodles, concepts n little snippets of them interacting C:

+ hey man who's that

[ouuma]

oc art because i am PHREAKING out inside slash neg but not really anymore

also kinda lazy because theyre just messy doodles and its 11pm on a school night i should be sleeping

[thehyperrequiem]

And now, a Cookie Run Incorrect Quote

Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Welcome to MacDawnalds. Do you want a phreaking beesechurger?

(My OC) Cracker Jack Cookie, Tied Up and is about to have a breakdown: P-please...I just wanna see my friends and niece again...

Twizzly Gummy Cookie: C H I N K E N  N U N G E T .