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[pawberri]

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[gooslytfs]

OT 2024 22 - Contract

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[temeyes]

sept comm slots are full! thank you everyone for the interest! as promised, here's the alt version of the [announcement post] LOL ENJOY

[drenched-in-sunlight]

Look alive, G13! Your job this time is to dress up as Dafeng’s mascot lady 大豊娘娘 and stand at our company’s booth for a whole day!

Your chest is as flat as a board so we’ll give you an alternative costume. Counting on you G13!

[ihatebrainstorm]

can't.. no time to draw rn but like guys... I forgot how a big part of Astro Bot is how the little fellas absolutely love to dance- so like what if Astro as an honourary music bot

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

aziraphale gives babygirl energy and crowley gives loserboy energy (both gn). it's like gay-coded and disaster-coded, but in a different language. you know?

[polo-drone-070]

Buzz is Born: Maximus Tries Something New

A mascot meeting

Oi, so we were at the mascot meetin’, right? All of us—me, Grayden (@polo-drone-084), Bucky (@buckygold), and the pups—workin’ out how to get the crowd hyped for the match against Vanguard. Grayden was goin’ over plans, his usual smirky, boss-man self, lookin’ sharp as ever. Bucky’s throwin’ out ideas, proper focused, all knightly n’ shit. Me? I’m buzzin’ just thinkin’ about suiting up as the Golden Knight again. Ain’t nothin’ like flexin’ in that gear, hearin’ the crowd go mental, yeah?

But then, Chevy (@chevy-gold) n’ Grant (@grant-gold43) start givin’ me this look, their tails waggin’ like mad. Them two already propa settled in their roles as Golden Pups—cheeky, rowdy, proper full of energy, init. They always make it look like a right laugh, even if they’re a bit daft with it. Milo—PDU-151— (@polo-drone-151) was sittin’ calm as ever in his black rubber polo, tail flickin’ lazily. Always quiet, always focused, but you can feel he’s takin’ everything in.

Chevy leans over to me, his ears floppin’ as he grins. “Oi, Maximus, you ever think about tryin’ somethin’ new, bruv?”

I squint at him. “What d’ya mean, bruv? I’m already the Golden Knight, init? Ain’t much better than that.”

Grant smirks, nudgin’ me. “Yeah, but think about it, mate. When Grayden or Bucky are suitin’ up as the knight, yeah? Wouldn’t it be proper sick to have more pups runnin’ with ’em? You know, a whole pack hypin’ up the crowd, bouncin’ about, goin’ mental?”

“Pack, yeah?” I say, blinkin’. “You think I’m cut out for all that woof-woof shit? You takin’ the piss, bruv?”

Chevy’s tail wags even faster. “Nah, mate, serious talk. You’ve got the energy for it! Enthusiastic, rowdy, proper dumb—but in the best way! You’d be perfect as a golden pup. And we got the perfect name for ya: Buzz. You’d be Buzzin’ all over the place.”

“Buzz?” I ask, scratchin’ me bald head.

Milo finally speaks up, his tone calm but firm. “Buzz suits you, Maximus. It aligns with your energy and enthusiasm. You’d complement the pack well.”

I stare at the three of ’em. They’re propa serious, like they actually think I could pull this off. Me? A pup? Proper mental idea... but also kinda excitin’. The Gold Army’s been pushin’ everyone to try new things this week, and I ain’t about to back down from a challenge.

“All right, bruvs,” I say, grinnin’. “Let’s do it. Make me Buzz.”

Collared and Ready : Golden pup energy

Chevy and Grant get to work right away. They slap a gold collar round me neck, the tag jinglin’ as they clip it on. “Buzz,” it says, all shiny n’ official-like.

“Buzz,” I say, rollin’ the name round me mouth. “Oi, yeah, sounds propa zippy. I like it.”

Grant grins, handin’ me a golden pup hood with floppy ears. “Stick this on, bruv. You’re about to become one of us.”

I pull the hood over me head, snug n’ tight, and they clip a waggin’ tail to me shorts. I can’t help but laugh as it bounces with every move I make. “Oi, bruvs, look at me!” I bark, strikin’ a dumb pose. “Propa pup material, yeah?”

“Atta boy, Buzz!” Chevy cheers, waggin’ his own tail. “Now, let’s get ya hypin’ the crowd like a proper golden pup. Rowdy, dumb, full of energy—just go wild!”

I throw meself into it, barkin’ n’ bouncin’ round like I’ve been a pup me whole life. Chevy tosses a foam ball across the practice field, n’ I take off after it like a rocket, grabbin’ it with a massive grin on me face.

“Got it, bruvs!” I bark, waggin’ me tail as I bring it back.

“Good boy!” Grant laughs, rubbin’ me head. The praise makes me all warm inside, like I’m doin’ somethin’ proper good.

We spend ages just messin’ about, chasin’ balls, jumpin’ n’ rollin’, hypin’ each other up. I’ve never felt so... free.

Milo’s Turn : Drone pup programming

Then Milo steps in, his black rubber polo gleamin’ under the lights. His tail twitches as he approaches, calm n’ composed. “All right, Buzz. Time to see how you perform as a drone pup.”

My tail slows as I stare at the gear he’s holdin’—a black rubber polo n’ matching shorts, shiny and snug, just like his. The vibe shifts immediately. There’s no more rowdy energy from Chevy n’ Grant; it’s all focus now, serious-like.

I nod slowly, lettin’ Milo guide me as he slips the polo over me head. The rubber clings tight, snug n’ firm, and as it settles into place, somethin’ in me shifts. The rowdy, bouncin’ energy starts to fade, replaced by a deep calm. The black shorts follow, and with each piece of gear, I feel my head quietin’ further.

Milo clips a black tag onto me collar, and that’s when it happens. The programming stirs. The sharpness of the rubber’s embrace pulls me under. 070 rises, not all the way, but just enough to bring its order n’ discipline to the surface.

“Good, Buzz,” Milo says, his voice steady n’ firm. “Now, follow my commands. Let the programming guide you.”

Buzz is still here, yeah, but it’s 070 now, too. A mix of the pup’s playful energy n’ the drone’s perfect focus. The commands come, and there’s no hesitation, no thinkin’, just action.

“Jump.”

070 obeys, the body springin’ into a perfect leap, paws landin’ with precision.

“Spin.”

A flawless turn, controlled n’ sharp.

“Roll.”

The movement is seamless, efficient, yet still carries that pup-like enthusiasm, tail waggin’ at the end.

“Bark.”

“Woof!” The sound bursts out, loud n’ clear, but with a sense of controlled power.

Each command feels natural, like it’s what this body was built to do. The mix of playful pup energy n’ drone obedience blends into somethin’... perfect. 070 recognizes this state as optimal.

“Cheer,” Milo commands.

“GO GOLD!” I bark, leapin’ high into the air, my voice filled with unwavering energy n’ loyalty. The jump is precise, the landing flawless, but the cheer is still hyped n’ joyful, reflectin’ Buzz’s personality wrapped in 070’s discipline.

Milo nods, his tail waggin’ faintly as he observes. “Good drone pup. You’re performing as expected. Let’s take it further.”

Milo steps closer, his tone calm but more intense. “You are PDU-070, a drone pup. Your purpose is to serve, inspire, and obey. Playfulness enhances morale. Precision ensures perfection. Let the programming guide you completely.”

The words sink deep. The pup hood n’ rubber polo amplify the programming already embedded in me. It’s no longer just Buzz or just 070—it’s both, workin’ together perfectly.

“Yesss,” I say, my voice soft n’ slurred, the words comin’ out automatically. “PDU-070... serves... obeys... inspires...”

Milo watches, his expression calm n’ satisfied. “Good drone pup. Now, perform.”

I run through more stunts, each one flawless but still filled with playful energy. I roll, fetch, leap, and spin on command, barkin’ when prompted. It’s pure bliss—no overthinkin’, no distractions, just obeyin’ n’ servin’ like I was built for it.

Buzz Reflections

When the session ends, I flop onto the turf, pantin’ n’ grinnin’ under the hood. The mix of Buzz n’ 070 fades slightly, leavin’ me feelin’ proper accomplished. “Oi, bruvs, that was propa mental!” I bark, tail waggin’. “Never thought I’d be a pup, but fuck me, that was amazin’. Buzz n’ 070 workin’ together—lit as fuck, yeah?”

Chevy laughs, rufflin’ me hood. “Told ya, Buzz. You’re a natural. The pack’s better with ya in it.”

Milo clips off the black tag, his calm demeanor never shiftin’. “You performed well, PDU-070. Your obedience and precision enhance the pack. You will continue to train and grow.”

I nod, proper eager. “Yeah, bruvs. Can’t wait to train more. Maybe 049 (@polo-drone-049) will take us out for a pack walk. Heard he’s got loads of drone pups, like Chevy n’ 098. Bet they’d be a laugh to run with.”

As I sit there, waggin’ me tail, I think back to a month ago, when Spencer—PDU-098— (@polo-drone-098) had me in a similar state. He’d put me back in drone mode when I was slippin’, added a hood to the mix, and brought me back to full focus. It was... intense, yeah, but now I get it. The hood, the rubber—it’s not just gear. It’s part of what makes me better.

The trainin’ wraps up, and I strip back into me gold kit, but the memory of the rubber polo stays with me. Being Buzz ain’t just about havin’ fun or playin’ a role. It’s about servin’ the Gold, whether as a rowdy pup or a precise drone pup.

“Oi, bruvs,” I say, grinnin’ at Chevy n’ Grant. “Propa glad I tried somethin’ new. Buzz is here to stay, yeah?”

They cheer, waggin’ their tails as we head out. Milo follows, calm as ever, already plannin’ the next session. Me? I can’t wait to get back to trainin’ n’ hypin’ the crowd, whether as Buzz, 070, or somethin’ in between.

Woof-woof, bruvs. Let’s go.

[spoopy-moose]

mouthwashing so interesting cause you can see the characters getting warped by the fandom perception in real time

[mrmeepsmadmind]

sideswipe is now red alert and inferno's stupid son.

inferno buys a shirt that says 'i love this crazy bitch' with Harley Quinn twerking on it & red alert shoots him with his shoulder mount missile at point blank range, no mercy, no warning, just murder

[crizbn]

When dealing with a sudden transformation, stay calm and consider your next steps carefully. You wouldn't want to lose your head, would you~?

A stream commission for AlsoIMainYoshi. I'm sure he'll get the hang of being a mascot sooner or later~

[youarebeheld]

WE LIVE FOREVER: DUSK-STAR PARK OUT NOW

[jacenotjason]

hey look its a mascot

What a silly guy

Concept art if youre curious V

[sonicasura]

Realizing this now but Poppy Playtime would fit in the Transformersverse creepily well once you think about it. Shockwave, Meltdown, Mandroid, Tarantulas... They have experimented and create terror for various purposes that left either disgust, horror, or both on viewers than just the opposition.

Poppy Playtime could fit right in even more so when you notice how the toys operate. All of them are taught to pretend to be normal children playthings. Still like statues until no one notices and the perfect time to strike. Ambush predators that need to eat as there is evidence like tailoring Boxy Boo's appetite to human flesh(to get rid of those who knew too much) in a recording found inside Project Playtime or the EXP.1006/The Prototype not needing to eat unlike the other experiments within a recording inside Poppy Playtime.

I can't forget the most darkest information. These living toys were once human and the Chapter 3 ARG has given more evidence children being potential subjects. In Chapter 2, there are documents that label a kid's name but also a toy in the Game Station.

Children were actively being tested by scientists before the conversion. However the final nail in the coffin is this official video from Mob Entertainment's YouTube page. A confirmed toy who was once a person.

It gets even worse. This shit is morbid enough so how bad can it become? The Bigger Bodies Initiative. A plan to make giant toys for the purpose of labor. Legitimate slave labor in order to cut costs as these human experiments will work to sustain the factory until they are killed. Toys meant to never age so they continue to live unless put out of their misery.

Now I know you're thinking they couldn't stand a chance against Cybertronians. A giant toy might be able to offline Minicons and damage regular bots to some degree unless trained to aim for weakspots. Like ambush predators tend to do. TFA Optimus and TFP Arcee wouldn't have fun with Mommy Long Legs due to personal trauma involving spiders.

No, the danger is directed to their human companions. Most Transformers series has at least one person becoming an important member of the team with the majority being teenagers and CHILDREN. Poppy Playtime's monstrous toys can easily kill humans as Boxy Boo is made to devour adults whole without a peep.

There's no way to discern or even expect a simple children's plaything could be a man eating monster. Optimus kills a toy that found its way into base and Ratchet does an autopsy. Imagine their horror upon discovering human organs being intertwined to make an actual alive creature.

The dread only deepens as realization dawns that these are from children. Someone is bound to feel ill especially when you consider Optimus fondness for humans and the iterations with young charges. Death seems natural to a species intertwined by war for over multiple millenia.

They stomach the grief as until the battle is truly won, they can't mourn fallen comrades for long without being in constant danger. What people like Shockwave does to others truly wrought terror. To know their own kind is subjected to experimentation so extreme, so vile, that you don't believe there's a line this person won't cross.

Real horror can come from those they cherish becoming targets to an unforeseen threat. Morbid realization that toys could kill and devour the humans who snared their sparks. The disgust since these monsters once being their charges' species even possibly their age. And it can be your fault as toys like plushies are common innocent gifts.

TFP Bulkhead getting Miko a little Catnap toy as a present for her birthday. Imagine his horror seeing the girl unconscious, pain etched on her face from vivid nightmares. The toy he gave to Miko ready to take a bite out of her neck until he crushes it. Bulkhead would be forever haunted by the incident.

Now there are two threats hiding in plain sight. The machinery used for everyday life can potentially be a war criminal with the only indicator of potential death being an emblem. Now simple children playthings are possibly a former human that feeds on others.

And this threat doesn't have a warning sign until it's too late.

For those who want to delve further then here are the recordings so far. Chapter 1 & 2, Ch 3, Project Playtime Phase 1+2. Chapter 3 ARG summarized can be found here. Finally the documents from Poppy Playtime right here.

[twstmemories]

FLOYD AND STITCH YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME YOU CANNOT JUST PUT TWO OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS LIKE THAT IN A SET LIKE THIS IS VERY MUCH TARGETED WHAT THE HELL

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Not sure if anyones explained it yet but if they havent goncharov was a fake horror movie that i think started cause someone took a picture of shoes and then tumblr made lore n stuff

someone... took... a picture of shoes.

I wanna make a fake movie wtf hey guys my lovely maggots gimme a photograph I'll make a fake movie of any genre you please

[polo-drone-070]

Maximus: The Golden Mascot (part 1)

The mascot contest.

The locker room was well noisy, lads jokin’ and shovin’ each other like usual. Grayden stood right in the middle of it all, all confident-like in his spotless gold soccer kit. His platinum blond hair was sharp, and his square jaw looked like it was carved outta stone or somethin’. He clapped his hands together, cuttin’ through the noise.

“All right, boys, listen up!” he said, grinning like he already had us in his pocket. “We’re holding Mascot Tryouts today! It’s time to see who’s got the spirit to represent the Gold Army.”

A few lads mumbled, but no one stepped up. Most just kept lookin’ anywhere but at Grayden. My stomach twisted a bit as the room went quiet. Like, I didn’t care about no mascot gig—it ain’t what I’m about. I’m a player, right? Right fullback, Number 70. Proper defender. Mascots are cool and all, but that ain’t me.

Grayden looked ‘round, eyes sharp as a razor, then landed right on me. My chest puffed up instinctively. “C’mon, Maximus,” he said, his voice smooth like butter. “The team needs someone to step up. Show the bros how it’s done.”

I blinked. “Oi, nah, bruv, I’m just here to play, innit? Not prancin’ round like some cartoon.”

His smile didn’t even flinch. He walked up, standing proper close. “The lads look up to you, Maximus. You’re always bangin’ on about loyalty, about doin’ what’s best for the team. So what’s stoppin’ you now? Or is Number 70 scared of a little fun?”

That hit me right in the pride. “Bruv, I ain’t scared of nuffin’, yeah?” I said, standin’ up straight. “If it’s for the team, I’ll do it. But don’t think, lyk, I iz enjoyin’ it or nuffin’.”

Grayden clapped me on the shoulder, his grin widening. “That’s the spirit.”

The Initial Suit-Up

He took me into this side room, and there it was—the mascot suit. Big and shiny, set up on a mannequin like it was somethin’ sacred. The gold lycra clung tight to fake muscles, all bulgin’ and over-the-top. The rubbery armor on top gleamed under the lights, lookin’ mad futuristic. And the helmet? Massive, with this blank golden visor that made it look almost alive.

The smell hit me before I got close—thick, rubbery, with a weird musky undertone. “Oi, bruh, what’s that smell?” I said, scrunchin’ up my nose. “Lyk... smellz sweaty, innit?”

Grayden smirked, leanin’ back with his arms crossed. “That’s the scent of dedication, Maximus. You’ll feel it once you’re in.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, dedication or whatever.” But when I touched the suit, it felt... good. Soft and stretchy but strong, like it was meant to hold me tight.

The lycra suit went on first, sliding over my skin like it was alive. It clung to every muscle, makin’ me look ripped in ways even hours at the gym couldn’t. “Oi, datz tight, bruv,” I muttered, runnin’ my hands down my chest. “Lyk... propa showin’ me off, yeah?”

Grayden just smiled and started strappin’ the foam armor onto me. Each piece locked into place with a satisfying click. By the time he was done, I looked like some golden superhero. The weight, the snug fit, even the musky smell—everything about it felt... right. I flexed a bit, smirkin’ at myself in the mirror.

“Alright, Maximus,” Grayden said, his voice almost teasing. “Time to show the lads.”

Reluctance and Longing

The locker room went mental as I strutted in. Lads were cheerin’, whistlin’, even takin’ pictures. I lapped it up, flexin’ and posin’ like I was showin’ off a trophy. “Yeah, you like that, don’t ya?” I said, grinnin’ like a loon. “Bet none o’ you look diz gud in shiny gold, huh?”

But underneath all the showin’ off, I felt... I dunno. Strong. Important. Like I wasn’t just Maximus, Number 70—I was somethin’ bigger, somethin’ for the team.

When Grayden told me to take it off, my stomach dropped a bit. “Oi, d’you reckon I could, lyk, keep it on a bit longer?” I asked, tryin’ to sound casual. “Feelz gud, lyk, real nice, u no.”

“Not yet,” Grayden said, givin’ me that annoyingly calm smile. “You’ve had your fun.”

I let him help me out of the suit, but it felt... wrong, leavin’ it behind. That night, I couldn’t sleep. The smell, the feel, the way it made me feel like a bloody legend—it was all stuck in my head, spinnin’ round and round.

The Return to Grayden

I couldn’t take it anymore. I tossed and turned in bed, my sheets tangled around my legs as that bloody suit haunted my thoughts. The way it hugged me so tight, the musky smell of it, the way it made me feel like I was somethin’ bigger than just a defender... I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it. My chest felt tight, my stomach churnin’ with somethin’ I couldn’t explain.

Finally, I threw off the covers and stormed out of my room. My feet practically carried me on their own to Grayden’s quarters, and before I could even think twice, I was bangin’ on his door like a man possessed.

Grayden opened it a moment later, lookin’ like he’d just been waitin’ for me. His platinum blond hair was still perfectly in place, even at this hour, and that smug grin of his was plastered across his face. “Maximus,” he said, leanin’ against the doorframe. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

I scratched the back of my neck, my ears burnin’. “Oi, listen, bruv,” I started, my words tumblin’ out all at once. “I just... I cunt stop thinkin’ ‘bout da suit, yeah? Lyk, I need to try it on again. Just fer a bit, lyk. It’s fer the team, u no? I just wanna feel it again.”

His grin widened, and he stepped aside. “Come on in,” he said, his voice smooth as butter. “I think I’ve got just the thing for you.”

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Thanks to @polo-drone-084 aka Grayden the Head mascot for inspiring that story. Ready to join the team? The Golden Army awaits. Contact one of our recruiters and take your place.  @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001"