what i mean by this is there 
should 
be an option to put multiple custom site backgrounds in this randomizer and everytime you go onsite one of those backgrounds is randomly chosen. so one second 
you have some wacky rainbow 
shit while browsing, other times its a screenshot of a hate comment, and so on
@Turkeyvann do u agree
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All those words won't bring daddy back.
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Sword does it.
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She looked down at the lifeless body of a familiar blue hue, her stomach twisting as she watched the similarly colored blood seep from the wound she had carved into the gut of the once close friend. Sword's grip on the handle trembled, adrenaline rushed through her veins, through her very core she felt incredibly exhilarated. She looked at the blue dripping from the tip of her blade, seeing the intricate splash the initial attack left on the shiny sharp edges of her sword. Sword had painted her chest and the armor atop it with the sickening hue. She had finally done what she'd threatened for years, even though he had tried to calm her down and help her.
Rocket never really understood the vulnerability his kindness gave him.
Even when her blade was plunged into his stomach, he still pleaded for her to help him. He was foolish. She felt her brain go numb; her body felt cold but tingly. Her senses suddenly came back, overhearing some chattering in the distance, making her flinch. What would happen if they found her like this? Drenched in her best friend's blood and watching him slowly die on the ground. She wasn't taking chances. Sword stared at her blade, tilting it slightly to catch glint from the sun in just the right way. She moved the sword in a position in which the point would face her, pressing into her own stomach, not cutting anything yet. She barely even moved a muscle when she heard someone gruffly call out from what sounded like a long distance behind her, "What the-!" But it was too late. Sword had already let her senses fall under a sleep like state, numb.
She pushed the blade into her own stomach, the sword cutting through her cloth, her skin, then her flesh. Sword felt like every muscle was burning, every sting and sharp pain in her stomach simply died down as she fell to her knees, then collapsing onto her side. Following the same fate as her friend, watching her blood pool next to his, her red and his blue coming together, almost blending into a purple, but still evading joining together completely, almost as if her blood was poison to the other's. She shut her eyes, preparing for the long night's sleep she'll get, ignoring the concerned and muffled yelling that attempted to call for help.
She didn't need help.
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Ok r-slur
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"Sword loves Rocket.
Even now, when Rocket is really mad at Sword, and is standing in front of the door and threatening to leave."
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Sword loves Rocket.
Even when she sat cuddled up against her lover, her everything, her Rocket. She hugged him with nothing but love, affection, and adoration seeping through her very core. She didn't mind the arms that didn't embrace her back.
Even when the two of them were sitting on a hill, staring up at the sunset. She placed her hand atop of Rocket's, not feeling her mood dim even slightly when Rocket pulled his hand away. Sword loves watching the sunset with Rocket.
Sword loves Rocket.
Even when Rocket got mad at Sword, and called her stupid, annoying, or disgusting. Sword always cried, but for some reason, she always felt better when Rocket seemed to care, even if he told her to clean herself up in a less than kind way, him caring at all felt amazing. It made her feel amazing. She always finds herself clung to Rocket's side after their fights, feeling nothing but happy and joyful feeling the hesitant arm wrapped around her.
Even now, when Rocket is really mad at Sword, and is standing in front of the door and threatening to leave, Sword begs him to stay. She offers him everything appealing that she can think of. She offers to love him more, to talk to nobody but him, to be more intimate with him, or to stop talking so much. All of these are things Sword has done for him. None of them changed the anger he has now. He says nothing, nothing but a simple, "I'm done." Before he walks out the door, slamming it behind him.
That was loud. Sword's head feels empty, but it feels so full. She couldn't believe it. He's not leaving, right? This is just another time that he goes out and sits on the porch, and she'd come out to comfort him and say sorry. She opens the door, looking down at the porch hopefully, but… But he's not there. He's not there, why is he not there? Sword looks up, seeing him walk off into the dark, like he was never there at all, like they never had anything together. Like he never cared.
Before she knows it, she's crying. She's crying like somebody just died. Silent tears. She's calling for him, but he never turns back. Sword stares into the dark. She stares for a long, long time. Sword loves when it's dark outside. Sword loves the empty space in their bed. Sword loves a lot of things. Nothing can quite compare to what Sword loves the most, though.
Sword loves Rocket.
not long enough hold on
As much as she doesn't believe it, eventually those two would get worried.
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Kitty scratches.
Zebra stripes.
It litters her body.
It litters her mind.
At this rate, she'll be hitting bones.
At this rate, she'll have lost it completely.
She doesn't really care, though.
There's no reason she should care in the first place.
Medkit's not here.
Rocket's not even awake, not at this time of night.
She could disappear in the night, and nobody would notice.
Her in complete comfort and solitude in the afterlife no longer dwelled with worries.
It sounds so appealing.
But, she couldn't.
As much as she doesn't believe it, eventually those two would get worried. Rocket would adventure into her house to find her like that, for God knows how long.
He'd blame himself.
Then he'd be next.
Sword can't have that.
Rocket's too good.
Medkit would call the police to check on her, only to get the confirming message that she's passed and is gone for good. He'd drown himself in his work.
Then he'd be next.
And Sword can't have that.
Not to Medkit.
Medkit means too much.
Medkit is her savior.
Medkit sacrificed everything to keep her safe.
She'll stick to stripes.
still not long enough
Sword felt sick looking in the mirror.
Really, really sick.
She looks so much more different than what her friends say.
She doesn't look like a girl at all.
She feels like a poorly hidden spy.
Sword feels...
Really. Really unattractive.
She couldn't understand why, though. She hears otherwise all the time. Medkit very often says that she's pretty, and very often praising and giving her affections. Rocket's always there for her when she's down, of course, telling her that she's the most girly-girlier-girliest-girl ever. He was funny. Sword really couldn't help herself from feeling this way, though. She didn't. She couldn't. Sword rarely bathed now, the unbearable sight between her legs plaguing her mind. Amongst other thoughts. She often just lay in bed, or on the floor, or just in her bathtub, letting her mind drift to places Medkit advised not to. Like why they haven't been intimate, or why when they are she doesn't get to get her pleasure. She thinks it's because she's ugly, and unwanted. Sword talks about her disgusting fantasies of the exact scenario all the time, the reality of how torturous it really was had swung her into a bit of a depression. Sword didn't want to think that was really why she was upset. Because of s*x? Really? She feels disgusting. She feels really gross.
Sword is having these exact train of thoughts as she lies in her bed, absolutely humiliated that her mental state was just because of her stupid disorder. Barely. She's probably just disgusting. She wouldn't even dare tell Medkit that's why, she would absolutely hate to guilt him into pleasuring her. She would feel disgusting. It wouldn't feel good if he was pressured to do it. Sword let out a shaky sigh, not even daring to taste the idea of garnering pleasure from another person. Not even Rocket. She would never betray Medkit like that, no matter how he treats her. Sword wouldn't do that. She's a good person. Sword wouldn't tell Medkit these thoughts. She's a good person. She's a good person. She's a good person. She's a good person. I'm a good person. I'm a good person. I'm a good person. I'm a good person.
Sword's a good person.
still not long enough
GOD banhammer is so fricking perfect, i've been staring at a picture of him in some way shape or form for probably like fifteen hours out of the last three days. he is just so very mwah i wanna bite his armor it looks so fricking cool bro. and his teeth, good LIRD his fricking teeth those chompers are driving me insane. i wanna put my hand in his mouth and i don't think i'd even be upset if he bit me for that, heck i want him to bite me. he could step on me too and pick me up and throw me down the stairs and i wouldn't even be mad. did i mention how fricking tall he is? mans is like 6 foot 11 inches, thats bonkers, he could punt me into the sun and i'd let him. his hands are probably huge as frick too. i want him to hold me but i'd settle for being manhandled into a jail cell. he probably patrols the cells on occasion since he's just built different and i'd stand in my 'pathetic homosexual loser' cage and give him a gay little wave as he walks past. blow him a kiss and all that. he might not even notice because he's blindfolded which would be saddening but hey maybe i'll get to feel his touch when he drags me off to be executed or whatever. does he even execute his prisoners at all? if he doesn't i guess i will just rot in that cell until he sees fit to release me. bummer. or perhaps i could seduce him into letting me work as an assistant/maid/etc for him instead. he seems like he'd get off on having someone to order around directly, and i wouldn't mind obeying his every command. anyways as much as i'd enjoy letting him order me around it would probably get boring eventually. he'd probably melt immediately if i gave off even a whiff of dominance. mans still listens to his mom for fricks sake, he'll
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Not one single person is gonna read all that
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