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"Some people have an alibi, I have a shadow self."

Ind. Buford Buzzard from the Ducktales franchise. Lit/Oc/Crossover friendly.

Follows back from @josecarioca Rules

Headcanons Mun

#promo #self promo

poryw

#musings

(@thelostexperiment)

Collin left a sealed envelope on Buford's desk, unsigned.

What an odd thing for someone to do? Who would even want to leave him a message in the first place? Also, what would they even need to tell him? He stared at the message in bewilderment for a few minutes before picking it up and reading over the contents.

@thelostexperiment

#thelostexperiment

Valentines

Buford Buzzard received a melted Mars Bar from their secret admirer.

“Well....it’s the thought that counts...I can always stick it in the freezer and solidify it again...it won’t taste the same but it shouldn’t go to waste.”

“I wonder who my secret admirer is!”

#dash games #buford...priorities pls

Buford Buzzard, your attractiveness is 43

“Someone finds me attractive? More so than the mold I was cast from?”

#dash games #he is in awe

Continued from X

Buford smiled. Any new life experience he could get, as limited as they often times were. He held the muffin in his hands for a moment, looking through his thick glasses as if he were analyzing it for a moment before he took a bite. The bittersweet taste filled his mouth and garnered a smile of satisfaction. “This is delicious. I should eat them more often.”

#running2redemption #lemon poppyseed are the best muffins #i rarely see them around here #but when i do

recaption

#musings

The single best face this man has ever made.

#ooc

Brycen handed his fellow clone a blueberry muffin, "They were having a buy-one-get-one-free muffin sale at the café. I wasn't sure what you liked, if you'd prefer the carrot cake one, let me know."

Come to think of it, he's never really had a blueberry muffin. Usually, when he went to the cafe' he got his usual lemon poppy muffin and called it a way. It became routine over time. "I'm not even sure if I like it." Buford said as he stared at the muffin in his hands. "I've never had blueberry before."

#running2redemption #brycen you are a gem

running2redemption:

Brycen had been occupied with looking at maps of F.O.W.L.’s layout, trying to memorize the place; he would have expected it to be less of a maze than S.H.U.S.H. since apparently he had a hand in it. Well, he sort of had a hand in it? Bradford had a hand in it… better not to think about that.

And then there was a voice and he jolted, head tilting up to look at the fellow clone. It took a moment for the words to seep into his distracted mind.

“If you want to be pedantic, I’m new everywhere. But, yes, I’m new here.”

The clone was approaching him, and he seemed to be studying some sort of piece of paper. Perhaps it was a map of some kind? Maybe it was something else important?

Buford wouldn't look too into it for now.

"That's true..." Buford scratched his head in thought for a moment before continuing. "Everything feels brand new at your stage, doesn't it?"

#running2redemption #i am back baby

little-green-rp-memes

Give my muse something (an animal, food, a weapon, anything!) and see their reaction!

#memes

big-chicken-man:

Though his body faced forward, Steelbeak’s head was halfway turned, frustration strewn across his facial features. From the way he was huffing through clenched teeth, this was yet another one of his angry spells that only Bradford and Black Heron were able to bring about lately. With heavy stomps, he stormed right past Buford a few paces before stopping and facing forward again. It seemed that he was getting ready to quickly calm down, only for him to spin right around and hunch over, copying the stereotypical stature of an old man. “Dang it, Steelbeak. I’m so angry that my glasses can’t help me see obvious flaws in a plan, so you know what? I’ll just blame you when you had practically nothing to do with it!” For a man with a city accent, it was a pretty okay Bradford impression.

“Hey, buzzard-head, why don’t ya actually look at what you’re doin’ next time, eh!? I got noooooo problem getting you laser eye surgery since ya can’t see squat.” He spat in his own voice. “Tch, walkin’ aspirin advertisement, I swear.” He motioned toward the door with an extended hand, shoulders raised. Upon taking a deep sigh and cracking his knuckles, he found his cool again and ran his palm through his comb. As anger no longer hindered his own eyesight, he finally noticed that he wasn’t the only occupant of the room, and so he stared down the other vulture.

“Whaddya lookin’ at, buddy?” His tone wasn’t exactly the most friendly, yet it didn’t exude offense, either. Frankly, Steelbeak didn’t know just what the power distance between himself and the other buzzards were, and he felt that asking Bradford would have to happen with good timing.

The clone watched as the rooster plodded into the room, right past him. Buford merely stood stock-still and turned his head as he continued to watch the chicken's escapades. He plodded around the room and mockingly imitated Bradford's posture.

He criticized Bradford and his inability to take criticism or listen to others at times, and Buford couldn't help but put a hand to his beak and snicker a little.

The situation shouldn't have been funny, but it was to him. For a moment, he could be something more than a yes-man, bobble head who simply went along with Bradford's plans loyally.

He felt a small sense of freedom.

The more Steelbeak ranted about his boss, the more Buford found himself snickering louder. He tried to keep as quiet as he could. If he started laughing, Steelbeak was going to probably take his anger out on him.

Just then, the rooster finally came out of his blind anger and noticed that he wasn't the only person in the room anymore. Buford blinked a little, looking like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

Talking wasn't his strong suit.