#Warehouse Radio

[warehouseradio]

Warehouse Radio Season 4 Poster - 2023

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[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 ✨

[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."

[hoe4hotchner]

Clung to you | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader CW: Hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries, emotional vulnerability WC: 1.4k

This is part of #Teddy-ber hosted by @angellsell

           The world was chaos, a blur of flashing lights, shouting voices, and gunshots ringing in the distance, but all Hotch could focus on was getting to you. His heart pounded as he sprinted through the darkened warehouse, barking orders into his radio. Still, his thoughts were singular: Find you. Get to you.

           You had gone in alone - forced to act when the unsub took a hostage and disappeared into the depths of the abandoned building. The team had split up, and Hotch had ordered backup to sweep the perimeter, but when the radio went silent for too long, that icy feeling of dread crept up his spine.

           He turned a corner and froze at the sight in front of him. There you were, slumped against the cold concrete wall, your hands bound and blood staining your shirt. His stomach twisted violently at the sight of you, but he couldn’t let the panic take over. You were still alive - he could see the shallow rise and fall of your chest - and that was all that mattered.

           His voice was urgent as he called out your name, he dropped to his knees beside you. His hands were shaking, but he forced himself to stay calm, to focus on freeing you from the restraints.

           Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, and a weak breath escaped your lips as you registered his presence. “Hotch…” Your voice was barely a whisper, strained with pain, but the relief in your eyes was unmistakable.

           Hotch’s heart broke at the sight of you - so fragile, so vulnerable - but he kept his focus on the task at hand. He pulled out his pocketknife, carefully cutting through the ropes that bound your wrists before gently lowering you into his arms.

           “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

           The words felt hollow in the face of what you’d just endured, but Hotch needed you to hear them, to believe them. You were trembling in his arms, your body shaking from shock and pain, but you clung to him like he was your lifeline.

           You could feel his hands, gentle but firm, as he pulled you closer to him. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the cold concrete floor you had been lying on for what felt like hours. You were barely aware of the team arriving, their worries being voiced, of the shouting in the background, because all you could focus on was the way Hotch held you. His strong arms around you, his heartbeat against your ear - it was the only thing that felt real in the haze of fear and pain that clouded your mind.

           “I thought-” You couldn’t finish the sentence, your voice cracking as tears welled up in your eyes. You thought you wouldn’t make it, that you’d never see him again, never feel the safety of his presence. But he was here. He found you. He always did.

           “Shh,” Hotch hushed you softly, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Don’t talk. You’re going to be okay.”

           You buried your face into his chest, clinging to him as though letting go would mean reliving the nightmare all over again. Hotch could feel your hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, and his heart ached for you. He wished he could take all the pain away, and erase every terrible memory of what had happened, but all he could do was hold you.

           The paramedics arrived moments later, trying to assess your injuries, but every time they attempted to move you from Hotch’s arms, your grip tightened. You couldn’t let go - not yet, not until the terror had fully passed.

           “Let me take her,” Hotch said quietly to the paramedics, and though they hesitated, they nodded. He knew how much you needed him right now, how the fear still clung to you like a shadow, and he wasn’t going to leave your side.

           He carried you out of the warehouse, cradling you close to his chest, and you leaned into him, your body weak but your mind still racing with the remnants of fear and adrenaline. He murmured reassurances into your ear, telling you that you were safe, that it was over. You were alive.

           When you finally made it to the ambulance, Hotch gently lowered you onto the stretcher. But as soon as your body touched the cold metal surface, panic surged through you, and your hand shot out to grab his wrist.

           “Don’t leave me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but the desperation in your eyes was enough to make Hotch’s chest tighten.

           “I’m not going anywhere,” he said firmly, his hand closing over yours. He climbed into the ambulance with you, settling beside you as the paramedics began working. You never let go of his hand, not even for a second.

           Back at his apartment, after hours of hospital checks and team debriefs, Hotch finally got you settled onto his couch, wrapped in a blanket, you were too scared to stay at your own place. Your injuries weren’t severe - bruises, a few cuts, and a concussion - but the emotional scars ran far deeper than anything physical.

           You hadn’t said much since leaving the hospital, but Hotch could see the fear in your eyes, the way your body still trembled when you thought no one was looking. You were trying to be strong, but Hotch knew you too well. He could see right through the brave face you were putting on.

           You sat quietly on the couch, your eyes fixed on the floor as Hotch brought over a cup of tea. He sat down beside you, close enough that your shoulders were touching, and you immediately leaned into him, seeking out the comfort of his presence.

           For a few minutes, there was nothing but silence. You sipped the tea slowly, but your grip on the mug was tense, and Hotch could feel the weight of everything you weren’t saying, everything you were trying to keep hidden.

           “I’m sorry,” you finally whispered, your voice small, fragile. “I know I should be stronger than this.”

           Hotch frowned, turning to look at you. “You don’t have to apologize,” he said softly. “You went through something traumatic. You’re allowed to feel whatever you’re feeling.”

           You bit your lip, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. “I just - I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t shake the fear.”

           Hotch’s heart ached as he watched you struggle with your emotions. He reached out, gently taking the mug from your hands and setting it aside before pulling you into his arms.

           “You don’t have to go through this alone,” he murmured, his hand stroking your hair softly. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. Everyone on the team is there too.”

           You clung to him, burying your face into his chest as the tears finally broke free. The sobs wracked your body, and Hotch held you tighter, letting you cry, letting you release all the fear and pain you had been holding inside. His fingers traced soothing patterns along your back, and he whispered words of comfort, his voice low and steady.

           When the sobs finally subsided, you stayed in his arms, your face still pressed against his chest as you breathed in his familiar scent. The warmth of his embrace, the sound of his heartbeat - it was the only thing that made you feel safe, the only thing that kept the fear at bay.

           “I’m sorry,” you said again, your voice barely above a whisper.

           “Stop apologizing,” Hotch said gently, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re allowed to need someone.”

           You nodded, but the guilt still gnawed at you. You had always prided yourself on being strong, on handling things on your own, but now you couldn’t even let go of him long enough to breathe without the fear creeping back in.

           “I’m here for as long as you need me,” Hotch said quietly, sensing the turmoil in your mind. “You don’t have to do this alone, but you should try and get some sleep.”

           You looked up at him, your eyes red from crying. You nodded, your hand still gripping his shirt, and Hotch smiled softly, gently helping you down in a laying position before pulling the blanket tighter around you.

[defendglobe]

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