Not Even 20 Minutes Into Rays Dead Rising 3 Stream And Nick’s Made 4 Puppy Dog Eyes…. I’m In Love…………………..

Unhealed Wounds Your Character Pretends Are Just “Personality Traits”

These are the things your character claims are just “how they are” but really, they’re bleeding all over everyone and calling it a vibe.

╰ They say they're "independent." Translation: They don’t trust anyone to stay. They learned early that needing people = disappointment. So now they call it “being self-sufficient” like it’s some shiny badge of honor. (Mostly to cover up how lonely they are.)

╰ They say they're "laid-back." Translation: They stopped believing their wants mattered. They'll eat anywhere. Do anything. Agree with everyone. Not because they're chill, but because the fight got beaten out of them a long time ago.

╰ They say they're "a perfectionist." Translation: They believe mistakes make them unlovable. Every typo. Every bad hair day. Every misstep feels like proof that they’re worthless. So they polish and polish and polish... until there’s nothing real left.

╰ They say they're "private." Translation: They’re terrified of being judged—or worse, pitied. Walls on walls on walls. They joke about being “mysterious” while desperately hoping no one gets close enough to see the mess behind the curtain.

╰ They say they're "ambitious." Translation: They think achieving enough will finally make the emptiness go away. If they can just get the promotion, the award, the validation—then maybe they’ll finally outrun the feeling that they’re fundamentally broken. (It never works.)

╰ They say they're "good at moving on." Translation: They’re world-class at repression. They’ll cut people out. Bury heartbreak. Pretend it never happened. And then wonder why they wake up at 3 a.m. feeling like they're suffocating.

╰ They say they're "logical." Translation: They’re terrified of their own feelings. Emotions? Messy. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. So they intellectualize everything to avoid feeling anything real. They call it rationality. (It's fear.)

╰ They say they're "loyal to a fault." Translation: They mistake abandonment for loyalty. They stay too long. Forgive too much. Invest in people who treat them like an afterthought, because they think walking away makes them "just as bad."

╰ They say they're "resilient." Translation: They don't know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden. They wear every bruise like a trophy. They survive things they should never have had to survive. And they call it strength. (But really? It's exhaustion wearing a cape.)

SOME HEART-"BUFF GUY"-STORY 02

Some "buff guy/heart" - thingie. A quick, little something. What's included? A buff hunk training. What more could you want? 😉

The stud was training all night long, flexing and lifting, groaning and yelling in the gym. Muscles tightened and got bigger with each rep. At the end, his pecs and arms were filled with blood. Pumped to the limit. Right now, he felt like the biggest guy in the world. His third leg agreed.

He looked on in awe and pride as he flexed his arm. A mountain of hard, dense muscle formed. With his other hand, he traced the thick rivers he called "veins". So hot. His dick grew at the thought of getting even bigger.

Next, he started to grope his pecs. Big, round, rock-hard. Flexing them under his hands made his third leg slap against his abs. So much meat. So many striations.

Throb, throb, throb.

His third leg twitched up and down, but he tried to ignore it. Fuck, his legs could be tree trunks. Beef exploding out of every sinew. Quads looking massive. And the calves bulged out like two big hearts.

His heart was running a mile when he grabbed his dick and stroked it.

THUD-THUD-THUD!

Veins throbbed on every corner and the hard mass under his fingers made him even harder.

THUD-THUD-THUD!

Pecs bunch up, arms flex hard, abs tighten. When he stared into the mirrors, his heart skipped a beat. Here was a guy that could pull chicks AND hunks. More veins ran down his sweaty body.

THUD-THUD-THUD!

He grabbed his left nipple, fiddled with it. His pulse went into overdrive. Slamming like a boxer against his ribs. His fingers spread over the thick left pec, trying to catch each beat.

He couldn't hold back.

"BIGGER!", he thought.

He erupted.

And as the stud blew his load, his muscles grew bigger and harder and hotter.

Hair crept over his pecs and abs.

Even his heart became more muscular.

Nick as a Hunter, Frank the Palico and Chuck the Seikret. Don't judge me.

The most beautiful victory...

This shit goes HARD! Amazing work

Thank you for 1000 hits on Sweet Heat Lightnin!

I know it’s not much, but for me, it means a lot. To celebrate, here’s a comic I made from the latest chapter. Enjoy and thanks again :)

Jules and her new favorite toy, feat. Cricket. She’s 18. 🤣

Proof the earth is round

Taomon