Ranfrenfanfic Stories

Randal Ivory's house is not a home. It's a mausoleum of laughter that's gone rotten - filled with bloodstains that never wash out, whispers that sound too familiar, and a brother whose smile hides something sharp. Luther Von Ivory doesn't talk about what he does in the basement. Nyon, the cat who walks like a man, doesn't sleep - but he watches. And Randal? He's losing track of which thoughts are his own. Every day feels like déjà vu. Every night bleeds into the next. And when the walls start breathing, Randal can't tell if it's the house coming alive... or if he's finally falling apart. Lucid 113 loading... Madness has a family name - and it's Ivory.

VOLUME 2 OF 🩶BLOW🩷MY💚BRAINS🖤OUT🤍‼️ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🌈 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ In the realm of daydreaming, the mind can construct elaborate, personalized paradises. These internal landscapes may be rich with fantastical elements-a world where one is a hero, a visionary, or simply at peace. Within these imagined scenarios, individuals can explore endless possibilities, from reimagining past events to crafting future aspirations. The creative freedom inherent in daydreaming allows one to design environments and experiences that might be unattainable in the physical world. With knowing this, we can take a closer look at the past experience of the tales of Randal and Y/n before life came crumbling into devastating consequences.