mycloneismywaifu

[mycloneismywaifu]

//Sorry I’ve not been active/making replies recently, I’ve been really busy doing some work and going out, Tomorrow I’ll try and do some answers to asks and some replies to large rps. love you guys lots, shaco does to...I think.

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I love how fresh and funny your Shaco is!! Love him! Love you qwq ^^

Aww that's adorbs. Careful you're doctor might get jealous lmao

Same to youuu! Amazing swain rp :D

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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✂

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours.

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"Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” she says shakily. It’s partially a scream, partially a plea. Her voice is erratic. So is her breathing. The large blade vibrates from how badly the hands around it tremble. There’s tears stinging her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. Her arms are entirely outstretched, keeping the demon at length by the tip of her knife. 

“I have to do this.”

Suddenly, her arms reel back. She swings like it’s a bat, stepping forward to put all of her weight into it. The knife strikes his head, cutting cleanly through. He slices too easy. It’s just as she thought. Nothing but frosting and cake. 

[mycloneismywaifu]

If the average male ejaculates 3ml of semen; if about half the males on Earth are of a suitable age; & if they masturbate/copulate approx. once a day, 6,000,000 liters of semen are ejaculated every day, more than 2 Olympic-sized swimming pools.

[mycloneismywaifu]

Ionia makes gentle alcohol.

Noxus makes crude booze.

Freljord makes the strong stuff.

Bilgewater imports everything.

Shurima’s is supposed to be drunk slowly to get the best experience.

But Demacia makes the BEST.

[mycloneismywaifu]

That one Shaco’s back. Oh god.

I’m Back, used to be around a long while ago, I also pretty much caused a pandemic involving [REDACTED], DM if you want to know more, I’m not starting it again. ———————————————————————————————————– -12+ Years Rp experience -Returning after 3 year hiatus (Oof) -Fucking idiot -Loves plot and surprises during the RP -Open for chats, questions, asks and whatnot in the inbox/Chat -Wants to be YOUR friend. (Don’t tell anyone else ok?) -Dark themes in rp, not that into smut for this character unless it makes sense. -Can be sunshine and rainbows if you want though, fuck it. -Also swears a lot. -MTG nerd -Lactose free.

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Like for a random quote in your Ask box to start and RP Reblog to share and make me smile c: Comment your favorite meme/vine or whatever and I’ll love you forever

[mycloneismywaifu]

Shadow Isles has...

...what the fuck IS that?!

Ionia makes gentle alcohol.

Noxus makes crude booze.

Freljord makes the strong stuff.

Bilgewater imports everything.

Shurima’s is supposed to be drunk slowly to get the best experience.

But Demacia makes the BEST.

[mycloneismywaifu]

//I’ve written quite a lot for now, so I’ll be replying to the rest of the kill asks later on. I need a drink and a quiet time to thing. I just did a lot of death. My mind’s so weird. holy shit.

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✂ ~?

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. -(NO LONGER ACCEPTING)

“...We could have had it all, Emilia...You and I, we would have ruled Runeterra....But you had to go and try to get me killed...”

He walked around the room, Leblanc tied to a sort of wheel, only wearing her undergarments, legs and arms splayed out. Shaco was tired, only because there was a Null Magic Crystal beside them, to prevent Leblanc from casting any sort of magic to confuse him.

“...You were just too selfish. I could imagine an infinite different possibilities where we would have done everything to make you queen...nae, an empress.”

He turned to look at her, grin wider than ever...

“...But now, with you gone, I can secretly rule the black rose in your stead...infact, this is so..so much better.”

He laughed to himself, picking up one of many knives beside him on a small table...

“BOYS, LET’S PLAY A GAME~!”

A couple of clones stood next to the wheel and started to turn it slowly. the blood would rush to her head and back down again as her body turned over and over again.

“Welcome to the amazing Shaco Show~ Shit name, I know but it get’s better...This! Is my lovely assistant, Emilia Leblanc!”

A couple of other clones would clap from a distance, as if they were an audiance...

“Of course SHE get’s an applause...anyway. Watch, as she magestically dodges my knives!”

One by one, knives would fly at her, being thrown by Shaco, very very near misses, especially by her head, cutting her hair and a slight slice next to her ear...

“Amazing! Absolutely amazing!! Now, I will be needing a volunteer!”

A clone put his hand up and shaco chose him, walking over and giving him the knife and blindfolding him...

“okay, you have one shot...no pressure...”

The clones beside her stopped turning the wheel, she was left right side up. her head now dizzy from the movement.

“...ready? 1....2....3!”

He threw the knife and completely missed, hitting one of the clones square between the eyes.

“you bumbling idiot! Do you have any idea how much they cost to make?!”

He kicked the blindfolded clone across the room, flying into a large dresser. Shaco readjusted his bowtie and his hat, regaining his composure...

“...Now...where were we...ah yes...”

He picked up one last knife and winked at Leblanc.

“...Good evening, ladies and gentlemen...This is our final call...”

He threw the knife right at Leblanc, landing right between her eyes, just as the clone’s had. Magestic, and magnificent...

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//Holy shit so many people want Shaco to kill them

you guys are kinky.

[mycloneismywaifu]

✂ (dismantle my boy)

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. -(NO LONGER ACCEPTING)

(I have no Project Shaco verse written yet but this may be the start of it! I apologise that I don’t have much of a visual aspect for him at this time but I’ll deffo get round to it at some point!!)

The AI Assassin known as S.H.X.C.O. had been a very tough adversary, his camoflage tecnology worked different than any other’s, not having been updated in Jhin’s database. This and the vast amount of different units, it caused a very big problem. Jhin was just completely swarmed, the units taking his weapons from him with ease, his arms and legs being deactivated with a simple cut in the right place...

...but they left the sensory system intact. 

The S.H.X.C.O. Units had done their research and done it very well. They knew of the spider unit inside Jhin’s brain that was the actual main unit. So during the main fight, they had fused together the head, rendering the mask sort of flap unable to open, leaving the unit inside and connected completely.

Now they fun could begin...

The main S.H.X.C.O unit stood above Jhin with a large, wide smile, fixated, unable to change. The limbs of Jhin where tied down, just incase his clones were flawed, and left a connection. 

“...have a good sleep...”

He pulled something out of the back of Jhins head and turned off his visual display, his face going black. He screamed, in a horrible audble screech. 

“...That’s too much...you’ll wake the neighbours...”

He yanked out another cable, the audio unit now rendered useless.

All that was left was the sensory unit and his head being able to move. The main unit looked around to his clones and nodded, all holding drills, hammers, angle grinders...anything they could get their hands on. S.H.X.C.O reached behind Jhin’s head one last time and turned a dial, turning the sensory unit to it’s full setting. He gave Jhin’s face a small little flick on the glass, and it looked like Jhin’s head would fly off with the amount of agony he seemed to be in...

“...perfect...Boys, go have some fun...”

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✂ - the-storm-chaser

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. -(ACCEPTING)

Shaco had some trouble with this one, putting up a good fight, but one of the clones had got in her blindspot and knocked her out clean. She would be in a sort of tall metal container, sort of like a highschool locker only with multiple blade sized holes on the sides in different positions, only wearing her undergarments. Her clothes, weapons and belongings locked away somewhere unknown.

The jester would wake her up by banging on the side of the container with the hilt of his own dagger. The noise would be horribly loud, especially after just waking up from her slumber, his laughing and cackling could be heard echoing around her..

“...Helpless....you’re so...helpless right now...”

He would peer into one of the holes and see her, arms locked behind her back with cuff and chain, feet fixed to the floor.

“...Oh the fun you’re going to have in the next few moments...oh yes...”

He would take a long blade, position it at one of the holes far down the box, and lunge it in quickly, luckily, this one didn’t hit anything at all...

“...Tadaa!!”

He pulled it back out again and grunted disappointedly...

“...Nothing..? Well...LET’S TRY AGAIN!!”

Again, lunging the blade inside, this time hitting her leg just a little bit, a large cut on the back of her leg and ankle...This would go on for at least 30 minutes, maybe even an hour...

“...How’s it goin’ squirt! I think you’re pretty...lucky...to have made it this far!”

She would have cuts, wounds and pieces of flesh peeling off of her body...

“God, you stink in there! I think it’s time for a very nice...long...bath...”

He would pice up the container with some sort of pully system, hanging it over a large pool of water, slowly dipping it in.

“Now...I think you’ll have some fun splish splashing around for a bit, but do remember...you need to breath...”

As the container was put more and more into the pool, it would fill up through the little holes on the sides, filling up in no time...to her waist, to her shoulders, then to her nose. She would have to stretch all the way to make sure she could breath. This would cause her wounds and cuts stretch even more open.

“...Right, I’ll leave you to it! Have a lovely evening, been an absolute pleasure...Toodlooo~!”

She would be left there for as long as needed, trying to breath, coughing, spluttering as she accidentally breathed in the water, the water filling her wounds, causing excruciating pain...until her last moment where she’d drown in the red water, full of her blood...

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✂ i mean kill yi but what if you killed wukong in front of yi 🤔🤔🤔

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. -(ACCEPTING)

Shaco had everything planned out, it was a cold, dark dungeon, seemed like it was part of a wushu clan. Yi, hanging upside down, tied up in rope, dangling, utterly useless...

“...you care for this...thing...do you...?”

he casually pointed to the monkey on the floor, the famous wukong. He was knocked out cold with his hands tied behind his back. Shaco and his clones were too much for the both of them, too many targets, too many that were fakes..

“...You care for him so much yet, you couldn’t do anything to save him...look at you...Master yi...That’s what he called you...you couldn’t even stop little old me!”

He laughed to himself and stepped over the body, kicking him a little to make sure he really was out of it.

“...Thing is, I’d really love to chat some more...but I’ve got places to be...I think I’ll leave you hanging there and...just let you watch this guy...perish...”

He knelt down and with a swift slice, opened wukong’s throat all the way, blood gurgling out as he tried to breath...

“...you two really...really...disappoint me...”

He laughed to himself and left, the only sounds coming from Yi, and the gurgling on the floor...

[mycloneismywaifu]

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

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He peeks around searching, flipping the card around in his hands. ”I believe this is the right place..” he says to himself quietly

The property that the doctor would have arrived at would look like a very run down office block, no one inside or outside, full of dust, dead plants and a very strange scent of garlic.

deep inside on one of the top floors there would be one difference to all the broken doors, one of them would look pretty brand new, a brown door with a large frosted piece of glass in the middle, with a deformed clown and jester hat imprinted on it.

Shaco would be sat at his large mahogany desk, a small tune playing in the background, probably one of the clones playing an instrument down below. He looked up and saw the figure standing on the other side of the door through the glass, calling out to him...

“...come in! It’s open~!