#birdford

[thelostexperiment]

There is not enough art of Birdford and I'm going to fix that!

Along with the new ones I present the now colored version of Booster-seat-Brad.

[starshapedspider]

you. do you know what you’ve done? you dragged me into the bottomless pit. i desperately need more of birdford fordperson NOW. and what do i do with this, huh? i need food.

i am seeing this rather late but good. GOOD. STAY IN THAT PIT. IM GLAD TO HAVE DUG IT.

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Buzzard Reunion

The imposing wooden fortress, that was once Magica DeSpell’s old tree hovel, magically grown, entangled with other trees around it that had curled and twisted into turrets with branches sprouting into steeples covered with foliage, loomed large as the landmark of the swamp, as ghastly as it was garish. 

Against the pouring rain and the cracks of thunder, the faintest of mermering can be heard from outside one of the gothic style knothole windows at the second floor. From the outside looking in, flashes of purple lights could be seen through the opaque glass accompanied by some screams and muffled shouting. The ruckus only grew more chaotic inside the tree-castle with the sounds of smashing glass, metal clanging, and various collisions as red light started flashing against the purple. The pandemonium inside crescendoed with a tremendous “CRASH" which ended the light show. 

For a tenuous moment it seemed like everything was finally still inside. That moment shattered just like the  window when a chair was hurled through it and a muted rainbow colored mist started seeping out of the gaping hole as a low rumbling started to grow.

The Black Buzzard with a squirming, squawking sack over his shoulder hopped onto the windowsill, frantically shouting, “HURRY-UP! GO-GO-GO!!"

His assistant, clad in a hooded cloak, suddenly glomped onto his waist, toppling him over the edge and both fell screaming out of the window into a brief freefall. Fortunately the Buzzard’s umbrella-copter saved them from hitting the ground and carried them away turbulently while they struggled to keep hold of each other and to avoid crashing into the surrounding trees.

Meanwhile the rumbling from the tree-castle erupted as enormous red and blue spotted testicles with crustacean claws a the tips and eyes for suction-cups burst out of all the windows, and a giant chicken food busted open the front door. Garbling rowers and snarls drowned out the noise of the storm and couldn't still be heard long after the lair of Magica DeSpell was out of view… that's someone else's problem now.

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Once back at the Discord Duo’s home base, an old mansion with a copper roof so new that the scaffolding hadn't yet been taken down, Collin’s elation could no longer be contained.

They did it! Finally! After all the special training, the scheming, the preparations, the risks taken, it all paid off!

He hummed merrily during his clothing change, and made a little bouncing skip across his room as he pulled on his evening jacket. He approached a washstand while smirking at his reflection in its mirror for the first time, dipped his hands in the basin of water and rubbed the cool liquid into his face multiple times until his youth had washed away to the age he was originally made to be. 

There was a knock at the door as he dried off with a hand towel. He could hear Susan's voice through the door telling him that she got everything ready for him.

With everything he needed with him, he left his room and made his way down to the hall in stride until he reached the door his new “inhabitant" was behind. 

The room was dimly lit as he requested. The greater light that beamed through the now open door acted as a spotlight, casting Collin’s shadow across the pet-pad laden floor. At the very end of the room, just outside the light’s reach was a wheeled stool that was reupholstered with synthetic lawn and tethered to that stool by his new leather anklets & jesses with bungee cord, was the currently feral vulture, wearing a falconer’s hood. 

Seeing his former creator like this gave the clone a rush of superiority and malicious pleasure, his lips curled into a crooked smile. He closed the door behind him as he approached the bird, reached into his coat and pulled out the fully repaired intelliray gun. He stopped a few paces away from his target as he set the dial to “intelligent”, aimed point blank and… fired. 

Once he was certain it worked, he delicately slipped the hood off the bird’s face and with a malevolent grin he said in a silky tone, “Hello Bradford…”

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"Birdford" appreciation post

[thelostexperiment]

Collin: Please be sure your Birdford is safely buckled during all car rides.

(This was such a dumb doodle but I love it.)

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