#Warehouse Radio

[warehouseradio]

Warehouse Radio Season 4 Poster - 2023

by Frame Prints available HERE

[ghostmemory2002]

Unulifications: WORLD PREMIERE. Happening tonight at 8 PM PT / 10 PM Central on @warehouseradio's twitch. I hope we see you there.

[psygull]

annoying music guys nightmare blunt rotation

(cary of course belongs to @steampunkforever )

[dailyoyo]

Dailyoyo #❔ : UNAUTHORIZED FUCKING THING. This is. Uh. An …au? OC? Malevolent entity from a horrible dream i had that kept gaining more power in the waking world against my will. I did NOT originally plan to think of this thing past when i first had the dream but unluckily for me he breached into me and shinydecamark's mass crossover crack RP and gained WAY too much relevance. I don't like him but i think I'm stuck with him now D:

BRIEFLY summarized, this is an abandoned Rokkaku warehouse that came to life out of sheer hatred towards its owners, and (un)ambiguously killed everyone working there. It sat there for a while, before eventually Yoyo came across it - and, got. uh. assimilated.❔ It kind of stole his personality and puppets his corpse now. Im sorry man i dont know how else to put this

Now the Warehouses shtick is just "pull Yoyo's from other timelines in and force them to play shitty board games forever...under threat of death" because it can't leave and it's ❔lonely❔ bored asfuck. It hates the other GGs for "abandoning Yoyo" (read: Not wanting to be stuck in the warehouse that ate their friend for all eternity.) He is also (mostly) incapable of doing art, something of a sore spot for him.

There's more to things but this post is already long and alarming as is. Warehouse not svary

MORE IMAGES UNDER THE CUT (Long and there's some a lot blood + much more severe eyestrain)

Without glasses (Don't worry about it)

This hot pink bitch was named ""Yoyo""!!! (aka me drawing pretty much the same image thrice)

Dont worry the other yoyo* will be ok! Warehouse stores things for safekeeping :3

*this yoyo. for now

.....Event pulled directly from the original dream regarding an. Incident involving the board game mechanics. (DOES NOT FUCKING ELABORATE)

Okay thats all everyone. Forget i was ever born. Peace! (minecraft font)

[wr0ngwarp]

totally normal non-weird beat doodle that has no insane creepypasta joke au baggage (<- BLATANT LIE (WARNING FOR GORE/BODY HORROR IN LINK))

[defendglobe]

if david guetta takes the chorus of a fun 90s song and makes a shittier modern dance pop version of it ONE MORE TIME im going to strangle him with my bare hands

[ratnurse]

I'll be honest kittens mommy's about to kill herself

[honeydjarin]

Had a stress dream last night and accidentally invented new mermaid/selkie/nymph type lore

Tempted to either write a fic about it or just write it at it happened as an original story…

[phagodyke]

was really brave and asked one of the senior lab techs to help me use the stock software even tho shes shown me before but it was months ago so i forgot how..... so embarrassinggg 😭

[confetti-critter]

Coworker who made everyone sick is still unmasked coughing on everything btw

[warehouseradio]

Warehouse Radio - Season 5 Poster

Prints available here

[psygull]

Roz I want #3 with all the guys you can stand. I NEED it. Thanks.

OHOHOHO THANK YOU FRIEND

#3 What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Donovan Crane's is that he becomes obsessive over a single idea above all else. he gets so buried in his work that he starts forgoing sleep, food, social contact, etc to pursue it. he also has a bad habit of uprooting himself and disappearing when life is going badly for him. he is aware of both of these flaws, but does not feel he can do anything to prevent them

Astrid Lang is confident that she can fix people. she will get under their skins to figure out how they work and stick with bad relationships because she sees them as a project and a puzzle to be solved. she genuinely means well by this, but her methods are a bit invasive so they drive off a lot of people. she is not aware of this flaw

Paul Z. Bell is deeply afraid of commitment. he tries to smooth ruffled feathers as much as he can for fear of rejection and this leads to him vacillating on decisions all the time. making hard decisions for his own life and own benefit is not something he is inclined to do. he is very aware of this flaw

The Radio Ghost tends to form strong one-sided relationships with others who show them even the slightest amount of consideration extremely quickly. they are so starved for positive interaction they latch on and won't let go. i was going to say that they are not aware of this flaw but i believe deep down they are

Bruce Janacek is the kind of man who gets along with everyone but no one really knows him that well. he always has a smile or an anecdote for you but he keeps himself tucked away, hidden, making no connections. he is aware of this flaw

likewise, John "Shivers" Watson also refuses to let himself be known, just by making himself as abrasive as possible to drive others away. shivers is incredibly lonely, but this is to protect himself and to protect everyone else from getting too close and getting attached. he is aware of this flaw, and is doing it on purpose. he also has a massive ego lol

Stacey Brown firmly believes in the power of Niceness and Decency to conquer all. some of this may be naivete, or a willingness to cover over unpleasantness to maintain appearances, or just sheer teeth-gritting hope, but it's very important to her. she is not aware of this flaw yet

Eats Spiders When No One's Looking literally died when he poked his nose into somewhere he shouldn't have, so i'd say that's the most perfect definition of a fatal flaw there is. intense curiosity, combined with poor judgement, rashness, and inexperience is a bad combination. he is now aware of this flaw, but will he need to be reminded in the future?

for this ask game

[martinmynster]

i offer you without any context

a look inside my brain ✨

[soapcloth]

Statue!Ghost x reader - pt 2

CW: 18+ MDNI, noncon/dubcon elements, size kink, horror aspects, scopophobia, temporary loss of movement, derealization(?), large insertion, reader gets fingered by a statue pt 1 - not edited - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

It’s been getting worse. 

Ever since you became fearful of a giant marble statue prowling around your place of work, the duration of your shifts would stretch out- mangled and twisted by his presence. No one would pass through the warehouse, causing the towering labyrinth of stock to feel more like an ancient crypt than a museum's storage. 

In light of the phrase 'Out of sight, out of mind.' you had employed the company of a radio that hadn't seen daylight since the nineties to chase away the dread laving across your spine. It helped at first, finally letting you plug away at work, but it was shortlived- only lasting a moment before all sounds started to slowly wither away, leaving only you, your thoughts, and the distant scraping echo.

You couldn't decide which you disliked more; when you’d look away only to find him contorted into a new position, or when you actually saw it happen. Things that big, things with no fibrous muscle or supporting bone to speak of should not be able to move.

The hulking figure was fond of defying nature. 

He had begun to do something much worse than the previous two options, though. The first time you experienced it, there was a quiet rolling noise, distant and unfamiliar. Your base instincts screamed at you not to look, and yet.

He was in a new pose this time, playfully holding his skull-shaped death mask against his face. That itself would not have been too bad if not for the two gaping black pits where his unblinking gaze had resided Two eyes, wet as your own and boasting irritated veins peered at you from the hollow holes through blown, pitch black irises. Following you. 

Slowly, accompanied by the low hum of moving stone, the mask lowered to reveal his usual carved visage. Nothing was stated out loud but you could tell that against your will, something had shifted. 

He approached, agonizingly slowly, but directly and with thundering footfall. He knelt down before you, head swiveling as he got closer inorganically. You could hear laboured breath whistling through the notch in his still lips, examining it at this angle revealed a small hole that hadn't been there before. This alerted you to a fact that gave you pause- below thick stone skin there was a cavity with room to accommodate something you couldn’t possibly begin to fathom rattling around inside him. The thought sat at your eyes, too difficult to be transmitted through their receptors into your brain beyond a surface level acknowledgment. 

Up close, you could see that his motions were not as smooth as you had initially assumed; every inch moved labourous, awkward, and accompanied by the incremental jerk. 

He would get closer until his lips, though much larger, were level with your own. 

The contact came contradictorily, both expected- welcomed, and unheralded, an ice water shock to your system.

Something in your mind that had rationalized him as a thing had told you he was of flesh like you, but the kiss was chilled and unmoving. Stone fingers digging into the cement floor told you he was expecting reciprocity, leaving you with no other options but to accomodate embarassingly and press warm lips to stone. 

His marble head nudged to the side softly, leading you like a lamb to the notch. Your lips slowed as you were hit with the nausea that accompanied peering into a hollow otherside, too dark to see anything in there- and there was something in there.

All at once, you were accosted by visions of a man, a victor- every glimpse lasting only microseconds and each one incredibly overwhelming. 

Dizzy. 

You fell back with a crawling sense of paralysis taking over your body, and with a freezing touch, more gentle and reverent than you could have ever expected- he cradled you, dragging his big body back to his ornate podium to pet and nudge at you, head uncannily tilting with curiousity for each sound he managed to pull from you. 

Pulseless fingers prodded at you as you looked up at him and for a passing moment, he was man, both of the earth and grounded as a large finger slipped under your shirt, soft grit tracing at your belly. For a passing moment, expressionless monochromatic eyes were those of man too, incredibly melancholic and lonely before the emotion vanished, gone all to soon. 

Your monolith breathed as his finger curled downwards, dipping into your undergarments, playing with the hidden flesh, absorbing your warmth for himself. 

His touch heated, and you could hear distant cheers of a battle hard won and a band- no, a single instrument, perhaps a lyre? It sounded far off and intimate, but it was there; it's dulcet tones swimming around your head.

A big, warm hand fussed with your pussy, pumping in and out with an unspoken worship.

Too focused on the feeling, you could only barely make out his deep voice murmuring as he talked you through his touches, the blurred looming silhouette of your giant somehow bigger made mortal than he ever seemed in his effigy. 

With heavy lids you blinked, and then through your bleary gaze you caught sight of those crystal clear bloodshot eyes set over a black void on his undefined face. You gasped, pulling away as he examined you, invasive and unwelcome gaze the only thing you could make out of his vague form. Like you had been scorched by fire, suddenly all you could feel was the hot freeze of a stone finger dug inside your folds, pumping you full. he continued to nudge around inside you experimentally, stretching you out far beyond anything you were accustomed to. he kept the same deep and agonizingly deliberate pace as you writhed beneath his bulk, squinting as humid, laboured Shallow breath fanned your face, painting you in a wet sheen. You clenched around the solid intrusion; crying out as you came on the numbingly cold marble that met your skin.

You panted, sprawled across stone with swelling lungs as you gazed upwards at the silent image of a man. Coming to, you blinked as sunlight bled in through the raised skylights, soaking the back of his head in a white glow. He stared back through unmoving spheres as you gave a shaky, torturous heave, pulling yourself off him. Ache scorched your inner muscles as you staggered through the warehouse and to the stairwell doors. As with all things relating to him, the sting only got worse the more you acknowledged it. Pushing the pain to the back of your mind, you stumbled towards your waypoint, everything around you becoming more tangible as ambient sounds flooded and warmed your ears. You didn’t look back at the carved idol, but that was fine- watchful eyes would find you through troubled dreams.

[roses-and-revolutions]

DC x DP Prompt

To the delight of Gotham's citizens, and the dismay of her criminal underbelly, the GCPD has a new specialized unit that ACTUALLY apprehends criminals and brings them to justice!

It's a relatively small squad of mostly young adults, who looked fresh out of their teens. But age didn't matter once they got the work done. And they did, as they've already got criminals like Penguin, Riddler, and Bane behind bars for what looks to be 'for good'.

No one besides Commissioner Gordan knows anything about the squad as they operate as a mostly separate entity from GCPD. It was rare to see any of them, and any photos taken were unusually blurry. They are also extremely secretive; if you exclude their social media which are usually just shit posts, memes, and thirst edits of the Wayne family.

They were a total mystery. Almost as mysterious as Batman.

But those who have seen/worked with the squad before all had the same thing to say about them. They were cool. They had an unusually effective method. And their leader is a menace. With his sharp teeth and pointed smile. And bright blue eyes that spoke to your soul. It was a pleasure to see/ work with him, it really was. But they weren't planning on doing so again for a long time.

That being said, Gotham had been quiet for a while. A bit too quiet if you ask anyone, especially the Bats. Strangely, it didn't feel like the usual calm before the shit storm. The instinctual pit in their guts that usually formed just wasn't there. This was different. This wasn't the calm before the storm. This was the ocean receding. But no one seemed to realize it yet.

Not until the tsunami came crashing down on them.

The GCPD special unit accounts that had been inactive for the last three months suddenly pinged to life. Everyone who followed them clicked the notification almost immediately. With this unnerving calm surrounding them, who the hell didn't want to see what batshit crazy statement they would make after three months of radio silence.

What they didn't expect, was to see a crystal-clear picture of justice finally being served.

The picture was a selfie, taken in an abandoned warehouse. In the middle of the dirty floor was the Joker. He was tied up and his head hung low. You could see how beaten he was, his clothes torn and bloody. His face paint was also coming off, revealing pale blotchy skin. Reminding everyone that, he was still human, just like the rest of them.

Behind him, all lined up with smiles on their faces, was Team Phantom. They were a bit bloody and bruised as well but overall in much better condition. They weren't wearing the normal GCPD navy blue uniform, but black and white ones. All stylized to fit the wearers taste. They all looked so young, but their eyes looked like old tired eyes, finally getting some relief.

From in the corner was their leader. Only part of his face was in the picture. One glowing blue eye, and part of his Cheshire smile. His hand making a peace sign next to the Joker. Even with only part of his being shown, everyone could tell he was relived as well.

And while the picture itself was shocking, the caption was what really got them. The top was what you would usually expect from the team. A big bold 'GOT EM' ' at the top. But at the bottom in small, almost unnoticeable text was:

"He will face his punishment. We will get our retribution. May we finally rest in peace."

[defendglobe]

a band i like came out with a new song and these are the realest lyrics i’ve ever heard