#anyways ranpo is having a Crisis✌🏻

[that-was-anticlimactic]

hiii beloved <333 how about take me where my soul can run for the wip ask game? 💓🫶🏻

hiiiiiiiii beloved <333 tehe ranpo trauma time? ranpo trauma time <3

Shouldn’t she know? Would he know if he wasn't real?

The thought made bile slide down his throat, and he gagged, hacking into his pillow. Ranpo pinched the skin on his hand between his fingers. He squeezed and squeezed until it broke and blood trickled out.

That felt real—the pain was real pain (what is “real” pain?), the blood smelled like real blood.

“I’m… real…” he uttered, pinching harder still. “I’m not… I’m not fake.”

this is after ranpo tells naomi that she's not real and she flips out <333 tehe silly fun times everyone is having such a Great Time in this fic uiygtfrdfyguiuygtf