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5 months later and your playlist is still badass
[ Mighty nice of you to say so uwu ]
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There are a few ways to neutralize a threat.
C A N ’ T T T
kill it. R R
C A N ’ T I O E
trap it. C R A
K T
Still a useful tool.
There is a difference between being clever and being bright.
No better scape goat.
Than one that wants to be blamed.
ask-shacothejester
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Number Generated: 47
Having heard footsteps behind her, Jinx pauses in the middle of a graffiti masterpiece to look at the jester. "Fuck the police!" she claims loudly.
Nightmare
Prompt: Leave “nightmare” in my inbox and I’ll write a nightmare my muse has about yours.
"Going so soon?"
He could see the psychotic little grin everywhere. Everywhere. Tucked in the corner of his sight, above, behind and below. Unchanging, like the facial muscles on a stiffened corpse. His seemingly convulsed giggling was far, far worse than the sound of execution bells. The iris-less, wide-eyed stare was fixated on him again. There was a faint glint of a blade— no, several blades. Fuck.
And then he should’ve really expected it.
The Explorer sharply inhaled as he watched the blades sink into his body, one in each thigh, one in each arm and one in each palm. He was pinned down like some helpless framed insect to Shaco’s idea of amusement. Cold sweat mixed with the efflorescing scarlet that soaked through his clothing. Another dagger stabbed into the wooden surface next to his neck, and he never thought that the Cheshire grin could ever grow any wider than it already was.
The blade moved slowly in the direction of his neck. Little by little, it was cutting and grinding through his neck at an agonisingly slow pace. The only thing he was able to do was writhe in desperation. He choked and screamed in vain as he violently shook. The giggling didn’t stop.
Nor did the blade.
"GUESS WHO?"
He shuddered slightly, "Er, I ain't too sure, but yer voice is definitely somethin' I'm used to hearin'. Shaco?"
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☄ // HI
☄ - My opinion of you.i think you're hilarious. as far as roleplaying goes, you've got a really great list of headcanons and everything, and you've got a solid grip on your character. ovo
☄ // WHAT IS UP HOMIE
//OOooooOOoOoOOOoh boi. I love reading your writing. It's developed, it establishes setting, it gives voices, it shows personality, there's action, and I admire it all. I like the crazy Shaco can bring about (as a fan of the Batman comics and how nutty the Joker can get, this comes as no surprise) and you portray it very well while adding in origins and events that aren't provided in Riot lore.