#randy1 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ccndlehced · 11 months

Text

"What, you don't have time for me anymore?" ( @fluggedup )

“Awww, of course, I have time for you!” Candice quickly replied at the sight of the pout on his face. In the back of her mind, she was aware that he liked to do that whenever he wanted to tease her, and also because he knew how quickly swayed she would be whenever anyone pouted at her. But even as aware of it as she was, Candice couldn’t help but pout back in return before she threw her arms out and laid them against his shoulders. “I’m sorry if it looked like I didn’t want to hang out with you, Randy— I was just trying to let you and Tiff have your alone and couplely time together, you know?” They were at a masquerade ball after all, and with how gussied up her bestie looked plus how excited for this they both were leading up to this ball, Candice figured that Tiffany and Randy would want some alone time while here. But then her bestie had gone off with some of the other racers, and so that left her alone with her bestie’s bf. Giving Randy a quick squeeze, the girl pulled back and smiled. “We can spend some time together now if you want! Until Tiff comes back!”

#( candlehead is a riot who's able to laugh at herself ~ even when she's the butt of the joke : visage )#( c: randy )#randy1

2 notes · View notes

deweydewdrop · 1 year

Text

Freaky Friday — a self para

featuring @deweydewdrop & @fluggedup

There was a sort-of-secretive hatred between Dewey Duck and Randy Fluggerbutter that neither of the boys had been able to address just yet. Well, Dewey's distaste for Tiffany's boyfriend wasn't exactly a secret, especially when talking to his best friend about him. Randy, on the other hand, didn't have a reason to hate Dewey just yet. At least, not directly. In fact, he didn't know Dewey and Tiffany were close at all.

Although Dewey assumed that Randy knew he and Tiffany were friends (since nothing was really going on between them, there was nothing to hide, right?), the truth was that Randy always thought Tiffany was hanging out with Candice instead of Dewey. At least, that was what she'd told him, leaving him no reason to be suspicious of anything different. There was a lingering feeling though, noticing the subtleties of Tiffany being on her phone more, being distant and generally disinterested in Randy lately. Still, he had nothing otherwise to make him think that something else could be going on, while Dewey remained oblivious that Tiffany was hiding him from her boyfriend.

It was a night after Dewey and Tiffany hung out where the middle triplet found himself roaming the manor, something he and Webby had done countless times while researching Della Duck, yet there was always more to discover. His mother wasn't what was on his mind though, instead thinking about where his life was at in the moment. Specifically, his love life. Ever since what happened between him, Huey and Tink, he'd steered his focus on Tiffany instead, but at what cost? Louie was telling him it was a bad idea, Huey was helping Tiffany and Randy with housing renovations .. the odds weren't exactly in his favor. However, a strange sensation fell over him as he went past the garage, as if there were something in there calling to him. Weird. He followed his instincts as he entered the stuffy garage, noticing a faint green glow coming from one of the boxes shoved in the corner.

The closer he got to whatever it was, opening the box and digging around carefully, the less he felt concerned about the Tiffany situation ... Instead, it suddenly felt like everything was falling right into place as he gazed upon a beautiful, green amulet buried in the box of junk. Dewey's eyes widened with interest, carefully picking it up and caressing it in his grasp. It practically shined in the dim lighting of the garage, the amulet holding an aura that he couldn't even begin to describe. He already knew Louie would be all over this if he caught sight of it.

The triplet smiled, unknowing the significance of such an artifact — and its power to give him a day in the life of someone he envied. His growing jealousy of Randy and Tiffany manifested the envious green color, the amulet's power strong enough to lead Dewey right to its hiding place. Without a second thought, Dewey put the amulet around his neck and let it rest subtly underneath his shirt, heading back inside as if nothing strange had happened.

In just a few hours, Dewey asleep in his bed with the amulet and Randy drunkenly asleep beside Tiffany, the boys would wake up in each other's places. Dewey would be living his dream for a day, thanks to the amulet, while Randy .. well, confusion was an understatement, waking up in a completely unfamiliar room and not yet realizing that his body was no longer his own.

Where the fuck am I?

From the moment he opened his eyes, Randy knew he was not in his own bed. Sure, he got fucked up the night before .. but he swore he remembered crawling into bed with Tiffany after taking an uber home. He also didn't feel all that tired, no lingering hangover like he expected to wake up to. Sitting up and running his fingers through his hair, everything was unfamiliar to him, between the bedroom he woke up in and, well, himself. His hair felt different. His hands weren't quite his... Whose clothes were these?

Eyes scanning the room, Randy strangely recognized a few things on the walls. The photos. Was that Louie and his brothers? But this wasn't Louie's room... a momentary sigh of relief came out, as if the gamer had cracked the case. He must have passed out drunk at Louie's, probably in a guest bedroom or brother's room. He still didn't feel like himself, but maybe he was just still fucked up.

Continuing to look around, he couldn't help but notice a familiar bracelet resting on the nearby dresser. Tiffany's bracelet. Silver with her zodiac charm, one he'd seen a million times at home and on her wrist. So had he fallen asleep with her here? Where was she now?

Before Randy could think too hard on it, the mirror beside the dresser caught his attention, finally meeting his own gaze and .... It wasn't. At first, he thought it was Louie, but a second thought told him it wasn't. He finally stood up from the bed, immediately feeling as if he'd grown a few inches taller. Was this a dream? It had to be, staring into the familiar reflection that wasn't his own. Well, if it was Louie's face he was staring at and supposedly Louie's place, he was the one to talk to. Exiting the bedroom, he sure enough recognized the hallway from the manor, remembering that Louie's room was somewhere close by. Randy, as Dewey, found his friend's room and knocked a few times, calling to him and hearing Dewey's voice as his own for the first time, "Louie! Wake up, I need your help!"

#🦆 that's how you dewey it // self para #🦆 freaky friday // featuring randy #happy friday the 13th hehe #randy1

2 notes · View notes

prillaq · 1 year

Text

@fluggedup (continued from here)

The last person Randy expected to see today was Prilla. He'd gone to the gym at a different time than he normally does, actually being up early for once and feeling good enough to get a head start. At least, that was before the storm began. He'd noticed the rain from the windows about halfway into his workout, and by the time he was done and showered, the rain had turned into a full-blown storm, enough to where staff members were advising that everyone wait until the crazy weather died out before leaving.

Randy had considered pretending he didn't see Prilla, knowing how things went before between them, but what was he supposed to do now that he was stuck here? The thought that Tiffany might not be happy about him talking to her hardly crossed his mind as he went over to Prilla, sheepishly saying hi as if he were embarrassed from their last encounter. Sure, getting hit in the face by some guy who liked her was embarrassing, but he was quick to get over it. It was never that deep for him, anyway. He'd always put on an innocent act around Prilla, and that didn't exactly change. He had no reason to continue the act, but it was fun and it was easy. "Yeah, we're gonna be stuck here awhile," he agreed as he looked out the window again. "How uh, everything been? You still talking with that one guy?"

If the rain had remained light enough, Prilla would have gone ahead and taken her chances venturing outside in it. The weather always made her think of her best friend Rani, and whether she was enjoying a dance outside in the spring showers or not. By the time Prilla finished her workout and looked outside, the answer presented itself as a definite “no.” It would be unwise to go out in these conditions, and Prilla herself liable to be blown away in such a storm, so she figured she just had to settle in and wait it out. She wouldn’t have minded this terribly if she had a friend to sit and talk with, her favorite gym buddy in particular, but rather than him she was met with someone she hadn’t seen in quite a while.

She only hesitated for a moment before greeting him with a smile. While she hadn’t exactly missed him after how their former connection had ended with him getting back with his ex-girlfriend and leaving her high and dry, and then her friend paying him a visit to pay him back for leading her on, surely enough time had passed that they could put it all behind them. Randy mentioning Cubby himself was just as well, because they were both bound to be thinking of him now. “Colin—yes. We’re both good.” There was no reason to blush over this, so she made her best effort at keeping her face un-flushed. “I’m sorry about…Back then, when he…I didn’t put him up to that, you know.” Whether she’d been honored by Colin’s willingness to defend her aside, Prilla couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty that it had come down to violence for her sake.

#ic #randy #randy1

2 notes · View notes