I hereby officially open my aesthetic requests! (As you may have noticed by now, I also do personalized aesthetics.)
-> If you want to request an aesthetic for a character/house/ship, just name the character/house/ship.
-> If you want to request a personal aesthetic, please include:
1. Your Hogwarts house
2. Your mbti type
(You might have to take a test first)
3. Your zodiac sign
4. Your Patronus
5. Things you like, either objects or acts. (Stars, reading, flowers, etc.)
6. A short description of your appearance.
7. Something about your personality?
This is the first one, for my good friend; @felixfeliciswriter!
(If you like Harry Potter imagines, I’d highly recommend her blog!)
so, is there anyone special in your life??
handsome male character:
yes, someone very special. but it's not what you think....
oh my god, is it finally going to happen. he's gay, or bi. maybe ace?? maybe he's trans and it's a a partner who's been there for him through his transition!! i can feel it, this is gonna be great, we're finally gonna have some representation in this type of show, it's gonna be ama -
handsome male character:
my wife, Generic Female Name. she's dead now. she was brutally murdered (which you will now see in a flashback) in order to further my character arc and give me Deep Interesting Manpain™
ALSO. I HAVE FINALLY DECIDED ON A NAME. SINCE THIS IS APPARENTLY BECOMING A TREND, I HEREBY NICKNAME THIS TYPE OF HAIR ‘SECRET METAMORPHMAGUS HAIR’. or 'hidden metamorphmagus hair’, or something. i’m not very good with names.
Ever since I first tried DM’ing, I have jumped from one method to another of creating maps for my D&D games. Recently I was using a Google Doc spreadsheet for something and it occured to me that I could use these to make maps.
What it is
I basically set the spreadsheet to be a small squared grid and apply conditional formatting to the entire grid along with a key of what means what. So once it’s set up, if I type a letter ‘T’ in a square, that square turns dark green and now represents ‘Trees’, same as ‘M’ means mountains and turns grey, ‘V’ means village, ‘C’ means city and shows as orange, and so on.
On top of the basic auto-colour coding mentioned above, you can right click any of the squares and ‘insert notes’ which gives you a text box to include any notes you have about that map-space(like a town name and who lives there)
Why it’s awesome
Super simple, hassle free You can do it anywhere you like without needing any special software or apps (all browsers run google sheets i’m fairly sure). And it’s as easy as typing letters into a spreadsheet.
Can be shared easily You can share it with friends thanks to the great sharing functions of google, you could even work on it at the same time as someone else(if you’re brave enough to try co-DMing).
Customisable You can use the same method for world maps, town maps and dungeon maps. You could even make multiple pages of the documents for different levels of a dungeon.
I know not everyone is as into making spreadsheets as me, so below is a link to an example world map and city map (tabs down the bottom for different pages)
There are so many fascinating and clever things about this trailer. And I want to talk about them at length when I have more time… for now just throwing some thoughts out there.
The reversal of the film, starting with Even, who was a big fan favorite for S4, as a type of bait-and-switch (the same one they employed with Wilhelm during Isak’s S3 trailer) was clever. And by working their way through all the other main players of season 4 and ultimately landing on SANA, the fact it’s HER season becomes so impactful.
The choice of Song “Don’t let me be misunderstood” performed by Yusuf Islam (prev. Cat Stevens) who adopted the name after converting to Islam definitely feels significant. The lyrics allude to the struggles and prejudice she experiences, but I also thought the song in reverse sounded vaguely arabic, which I’m sure was also intended.
Furthermore I liked how the entire video was, as you realized in the end, basically an elaborate domino effect created by Sana. The way she looks in the camera almost makes it feel like she was aware of what was happening before putting her foot out to trip Noora. (and it feels like a subtle callback to Sana’s ‘magic hijab’ in a sense too).
I’m really curious to see how s4 will show us Sana’s vulnerable side, but it
feels like this trailer gave us a glimpse.. it’s not about needing to
compromise Sana’s strength or bringing her down to show it, because she
deals with the ‘shame’ and struggles (prejudice and racism) just by being herself. And even if she looks like she’s in control, there are aspects (other people) around her she simple can’t control.
These are just a couple of the things that stood out to me, I may add more later or write a better analysis. Feel free to reply or reblog with your own thoughts!
“You’re probably hungry, so please accept this peace offering!”
He wants me to eat that thing?
Okay so, this is a Shance au based heavily on an anime I saw in like 2013 called gargantia on the verdurous planet.
Basically: Shiro has been in space his entire life preparing to fight in a war that’s purpose is to save the human race
But during a battle gone wrong. Shiro and his ship (aka: black lion in mecha form lol) get thrown way off from the objective and become suspended in space, to save the pilots life Shiro falls into a period of cryo stastis and when he wakes up he finds himself on earth. A planet heard of only in legends, and (supposedly) where the humans first originated from.
Earth is now almost completely covered by water, and all the humans (including Lance Keith Hunk Pidge Coran Allura Alfor Shay ect.) live on big floating man made islands.
Now Shiro has to find a purpose for himself, something he’s never even imagined doing, while also adjusting to a peaceful life after years of war and hardships and barely anything enjoyable, luckily he meets a very kind person (ya boy LANCE) who’s more than willing to help him adjust.
It had been exactly six days, four hours, and forty-two minutes since you had spoken to Peter or Ned. You didn’t really know how to act like a normal human being without their obnoxious tactics ringing in your ears of every second of every day. Especially since your small crush on Peter was slightly creeping up on you as the days passed on. They were your best friends, always had been. But, this time, it wasn’t a delicate topic, apparently.
You had walked up to them at lunch almost a week ago, clutching your lunch tray with both hands, a smile plastered on your face as you were excited as all to tell them your news about the algebra test getting pushed back to Thursday. All three of you stayed up so late the night before studying for that test, and by the end of the night, none of you had any idea what was going on, which was odd. You usually nailed math within three seconds. But not this time. So, your excitement was very evident on your face.
You approached them, Peter’s back slightly turned around as Ned followed the position, their eyes fixate don something clearly much more important than lunch. Your eyebrows furrowed on confusion as you set down your backpack next to you and your lunch tray in front of you, taking a seat at the gray lunch. Your stare becomes more intent, neither of the boys turning around to notice presence.
“Uh, hello?” you questioned, knocking your knuckles against the hard surface. All of the sudden, their ears perk at the the sudden noise, both heads turning around completely.
Eyebrows raised, you make direct eye contact with Peter, his brown orbs widening at the sight of your presence, “Oh! H-Hey, Y/N.”
Ned’s hair falls in front of his eyes, a guilty yet seemingly confused smile rolls over his lips, shoulders slouching a little, “Heyyyy,” he said, rolling out the ‘y’.
Your arms fold across your chest, suspiciously giving them a stare down, eyes narrowing as they slide from Peter to Ned, and back to Peter, “What are doing back there?” Your tone serious yet skeptical.
Peter shot you a weak smile, “Nothing!” he blurted out suddenly, eyes still widen at your suspicious glare. “We were just checking our work from Mrs. Smith’s lab yesterday.”
“Uh, no,” you interjected, shaking your head, looking at them as if they thought you were stupid, “We turned in our labs yesterday. They’re already graded, Peter.”
His mouth popped open and closed numerous times, looking like a gaping fish out of water, knowing he’d been caught so easily. You scooted up further on the sat, placing your folded arms on the table, “What were you really doing, Peter?” you questioned, your tension rising for the last time.
Ned shot up, belting out before Peter could say anything, “It’s nothing! We can’t tell you, Y/N. Like we really, can’t tell you.”
Peter looked from you to Ned multiple times before shaking his head up and down, signalling his agreement with Ned, “We just can’t.”
What was he hiding?
You felt your tension rise, ruining your previous thoughts, “I would never keep a secret from you two, ever,” you let out sternly, cracking your knuckles.
Lies. You’re such a liar.
Peter and Ned both looked at each other quickly before shooting you a guilty look for what felt like the thousandth time in a matter of five minutes. Your Y/E/C eyes pierced through Ned’s quickly, then shooting toward Peter’s gaze. Y/E/C pierced into his sparkling brown gaze and you felt disconnected with your best friend for the first time in your life. You share everything with each other, why not this.
You felt excluded and betrayed. Picking up your backpack, you roll your eyes in their direction once more before muttering, “Whatever. Guess we’re not as close as I had thought,” the words dripped like venom off your lips, anger bubbling deep inside you. You whisk away quickly, not looking back at what you had thought, your best friends faces.
The next few days, you felt the build up of tension between you and Peter. Every time he would see you in the hallway, he would give you a stern look before slamming his locker shut, ignoring your distant presence, and go to class. You began to realize your slight crush on him was fading, fast. You couldn’t believe how your two friends could keep anything from you, and Peter couldn’t believe you would be mad at him for something as little as an untold secret. He knew you would never keep anything from him, but this was just too big of a matter.
Or so he thought.
“Call Mr. Stark, Jane” you told your suit, yanking your mask off, revealing your sweaty face in the mirror gazing back at you.
“Calling Tony Stark..” Jane, as you liked to call her, initiated the call to Mr. Stark. You slumped down onto your bed, lying back on your pillow in complete exhaustion from this weeks past events.
“Miss Y/N, what can I do for you today?” Tony’s voice now evident in your ear.
You sat up immediately, wrapping your arm around your bedpost, “Yes, Mr. Stark, I was wondering if you had anything for me to possibly do? I’m very… bored,“ you said hesitantly but confidently, yearning for Tony to give you something to do to take your mind off everything going on around in your ‘normal’ life.
Tony’s breath was steady in the earpiece for a few moments before sighing heavily, "Okay, Miss Y/L/N, I have something, well someone I want you to meet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but haven’t gotten around to it. Another… project.”
Your eyes lit up and your heart quickened at the thought of another superhero, “Yes, Mr. Stark! I would love to! Anything I need to know about this other… project?” you questioned, arms bending down to take off your blue and yellow suit, preparing for the mission.
“Yes, actually. They’re around your age, kind of annoying. Rather… talkative,” he said with slight annoyance in his voice.
You chuckled lightly, “Bye, Mr. Stark see you soon!” you yelled a little too excitedly before ending the call as you quickly shoved your suit into your bag. As soon as your foot hit the door mat, your mind instantly began to wonder into thoughts of this other super-human.
What were they like? Were their powers similar to yours? Not many people can teleport and or telepathically communicate with one another. Were they a guy? Oh god, what if he’s hot? Well, may be nice to have some eye candy your age on missions. What if I know them? Oh, c'mon, that’s almost impossible.Th chances of that happening are like a billion to one.
When you arrived at Stark Tower, Tony leading you to your so called 'mission’, your excitement ran up and down your veins. Your stomach did somersaults ever second as your feet kept a steady pace behind Tony.
Interrupting your thoughts, Tony, turned around to speak to you, still walking, “So, Miss Y/L/N, I have had this in mind for quite some time now. I just thought with being the only two teenagers on the team, if you met someone similar to you, you’d feel more comfortable,” he continued, typing in a pass-code on a tablet as you approached a huge gray door.
“But, you know of Spider-Man, right?” he questioned, eyebrows raised at your nervous gaze. Your eyes widened as the name rolled off his tongue.
“O-Of course, I mean he’s a new legend here,” you attempted to let out calmly as Tony still looked at you. “I had no idea he was so young.”
“Oh yes, he’s your age. That’s who I wanted you to meet today, but not 'Spider-Man’. The character behind the mask.”
Your stomach’s somersaults picked up. Oh my god, Spider-Man is a legend. You were a new trainee, so you looked in awe at this young yet legendary person behind the red mask.
Tony opened one last door, turning to you and stopping once you were inside, “Okay, I’ll send him out here. You stay here,” he smiled slightly at you as your head nodded vigorously in his direction. He walked behind yet another large door to retrieve your new colleague.
Okay, act cool. He’s just someone who’s just like you. Tony may even send you on missions with these boy, so you got this. When he walks in, just stick your hand out politely and say to him, “Hello, I’m-”
Your ears instantly heard the familiar sounding voice echo into your ears like something so delicate it would hurt if you didn’t understand what was standing right in front of you. The scratchiness of the tone hit you like a bus, interrupting your thoughts. Slowly yet threateningly, you turned around, glistening brown was what hit you first as your best friend Peter Parker stood in front of you, holding the unrecognizable blue and red suit by his side.
“Oh my god. You’re a superhero?,” you let out, eyes widening at the boy standing in front of you.
Peter blinked rapidly, his mouth barely able to let out any words at your figure holding the blue and yellow suit, “I-I don’t even know what to say.”
You nodded your head in agreement, slowly walking towards him. Your heart rate sped up and your face turned a bright red, due to the fact Peter knew your secret and you know knew his. Your eyes captivated his in a gaze for what felt like years, your breaths now mingling at your close proximity.
You were surprised by your next set of actions. Lifting a hand towards his face, you set it on his face softly, your hands laying on top of his muscular jaw bone, your voice in awe, “I just can’t believe it’s you.”
He smiledsoftly at your actions, his eyes scanning your face, looking for some kind of explanation. You then realized you now knew what kept you two from talking for a week. Your lips curled into a sly smile, “So, this must have been one big lab Mrs. Smith had to grade.”
His expression switched to a joyful one, reaching forward to wrap his arms around you. You followed him, your arms enveloping him in a bone crushing hug as he muttered in your ear, “You have no idea.”
• pairing: kim seokjin x reader • genre/warnings: smut, dom! Jin, dare I say fluff…? followed by an ‘oh shit’ moment • words: 12,051 → summary: you’ve been lusting after your
brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party,
flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was
months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual
tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
Summary: Len is scared to lose any more people. based on the song i found by amber run
Prompt: bones imagine based on the song I Found by Amber Run? - @uhura-ny
Warnings: language, lil angsty
A/N: lil less than 2k words. one of my favorite people requested this piece. i was so happy when i finished writing it that i sent her 8 messages screaming about it. it’s a good piece, not exactly what was wanted, but i’m pretty satisfied with it! i obv had to add some jim to hold myself over. ENJOY and tell me what you think!
A novice in the art of ignoring those on his mind, Leonard found it difficult to keep his mouth shut and in his most neutral scowl— especially when you were the one in question.
His palms were growing tired of his fingernails just as his teeth grew tired of being constantly gritted and he thought maybe his eyebrows would be stuck in a permanent furrow while his jaw would never come unclenched. He couldn’t stop, though.
He couldn’t just not dig his nails into his skin with enough force to draw blood— it kept him from reaching for you. It was compulsory that his teeth remained gritted with such strength— there was no chance any words meant for you could leave his lips that way. He absolutely needed to furrow his eyebrows, knit and screwed together— it prevented his eyes from softening for you. And he knew there was no way he could ever unclench his aching jaw— it made sure to keep intact the slipping tension he so desperately needed to keep from sinking into you.
He didn’t dare forget about you, either. While he did his best to choke back the feelings that awoke for you just by the smell of your shampoo or the sound of your voice, he couldn’t afford to forget those feelings ever existed. They were a warning for him— a cautionary tale that laid before him the outcome of ever feeling that way again, the outcome of ever falling so hard again.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried. He’d actually tried so hard. He kept himself locked in the medbay, tied to his desk, drowned in a bottle of cheap bourbon. But that made it all worse— quitting you cold turkey just wasn’t an option.
He then resorted to limiting his exposure to you. Just lunch every afternoon! Sometimes dinner, usually breakfast. A little pop-in to see how you were fairing in the bowels of the Enterprise as Scotty’s favorite engineer beside himself. But that was it. No more than that.
He was rethinking things as he sat before you now, though. With the way your finger-mussed hair brushed against your cheekbones and your eyes sat widened in amusement, he needed to rethink things.
“— so they keep injuring themselves! Out of spite!” you said loudly as you laughed, waving your hand around so your water came dangerously close to sloshing over the rim of your glass. “Can you imagine having such little regard for your superior officer that you’re willing to risk knocking your teeth out?”
No, I’m not talking about true, genuine relationship-y type things.
I’m talking straight up abusive and obsessive, namely Lotor being obsessed with Lance.
I want Lotor to attack the paladins, see Lance, and throw the plan out the window because holy fuck he needs that boy now.
Please consider this:
Lance gets captured (or traded for a cease fire [the team opposed but Lance went anyways]) and taken onto a Galra ship where he gets a room with a nice bed and everything, but there’s no windows, no unlocked door. The air vents have bars in front like a jail cell. His room may be luxurious, but Lance has never fell more imprisoned.
Lotor drops by constantly, forcing Lance to do things in exchange for his life. The Galran prince will dress up our paladin in various outfits, ranging from showy to modest. He makes him dance (I headcanon blue paladins having a history of being exceptional dancers) and, as soon as he learned Lance could, sing.
If Lance refused a request, he’d get hurt. He put up with it for a while, but soon got too annoyed. He didn’t care anymore. So what if he got hurt? It’s not like his friends were coming (casually throws in some Langst for ya [dont worry, I promise Voltron is doing all they can]).
Eventually, Lotor learned that physical pain wasn’t working anymore, so he switch to psychological. He visited less and less. He let Lance go crazy from lack of social interaction. He’d show up again weeks later, and lo and behold the blue paladin was willing to do just about anything.
Lance thrived on attention.
Lotor used it against him.
The Prince repeated the process. As time went on, Lance became more and more dependent on Lotor’s attention. The more disinterested he seemed, the greater the lengths the paladin was willing to go to.
Mental abuse turned to sexual harassment turned to reluctant - almost fearful - consent. The Prince wanted everything Lance had to offer, and he was going to take it using whatever means necessary. Out of fear of being abandoned, the paladin went with whatever Lotor demanded.
By the time Voltron rescued him, Lance could barely function without the structure Lotor gave him. He forgot how to act around so many people, far to used to being in solitude, or in the abusive presence of the prince.
Lance was never quite the same.
Last night we watched the interview of Laurence Fishburne on The Daily Show. He never said the name of the current President. He just kept saying 45.
I really like that.
I have this UPG that 45 is an evil magic user and every time his name is said it gives him power. He just strikes me as an abusive ass who lives, not just believes, lives that all press is good press. Like, he’s got bins somewhere that fill up when you say or type his name.
I can’t say it. It leaves a terrible unsettling feeling in me. Ian B and I have been struggling with ideas for resistance buttons at Portland Button Works. We dont want to use his image or his name so I really enjoyed Laurence Fishburne using 45.
45 is now. 45 is one in a series of Presidents. 45 is one in a series of numbers. There will be a 46. I am just going to say 45 from now on.
I can’t answer asks or work on commissions right now, but I can do this.
Ratchet has terrible handwriting, cybertronian or otherwise. It’s just really fast chicken scratch and most people can’t read it.
Bumblebee learned sign language from Raf because it seemed like fun.
Smokescreen was very clumsy as a sparkling and that can still be found now. Such as tripping over his own pedes when he’s walking or running into things around the base, does not translate into his fighting.
Optimus really loves learning the languages of Earth, without downloading them. So far is fluent in Spanish, French, and German and conversational in Japanese, Korean, and Russian.
Bulkhead is afraid of picking up a brush and being artistic due to… Events.
Arcee might have been a dancer on Cybertron, specifically gypsy type dancing(please correct me I know this has a name I just don’t know it).
Ultra Magnus spends a lot of ‘free time’ after being told they’re a family watching family movies to understand.
Wheeljack really loves country music, specifically stuff with a fiddle in it. Absolutely wants to learn how to play the fiddle.
Knockout does a sort of vent that sounds like a snort when he laughs too hard, hates it and will be embarrassed for the next millennia.
Starscream watches model shows, like America’s Next Top Model and the like, even shows about making clothing. It’s the one thing he thinks humans are actually good at. Definitely where he learned to strut his stuff.
Breakdown really likes animals, all kinds. He knows he shouldn’t, but they’re so cute and small he can’t help it. Used to try and bring home random animals. Knockout had to stop him.
Soundwave, obviously, likes dubstep, but he secretly likes heavy metal like Black Sabbath. It’s a guilty pleasure. Would kill someone if they found out.
Megatron has the same interest in language as Optimus, but only learns to read them and comprehend speech. He has no interest in learning Earth languages.
Dreadwing likes Disney movies, especially Moana, strong warrior with strong loyalty to her people. If anyone found out he will kill them
Shockwave watches Bill Nye, not just the Science Guy show, but all the other stuff he puts out. Gets notified anytime something new appears from him and listens to it while working.
Today I unlocked the tragic backstory of my Sharpedo
I got Omega Ruby right when it came out, and about midway through the game got a Sharpedo via Wonder Trade with a name in Japanese. It was level 40 and filled a gap in my typing so I stuck it right in the party with a couple HMs. As I’m typing this it’s nearly 2 years old, level 100, a permanent party member and a many-time Pokemon League champion
It’s named いらないよ (Iranaiyo), which I just learned means “I don’t want/need this”
I’M ABOUT TO CRY I CAN JUST IMAGINE THE POOR SHARPEDO BEING CAUGHT AND SO EXCITED TO BE WITH A TRAINER BUT THEN NAMED THAT AND TOSSED AWAY AND THEN I CAME ALONG AND DIDN’T KNOW AT ALL UNTIL NOW HE’S GONNA HAVE SUCH A GOOD TIME IN POKEMON AMIE TODAY
Huffing loudly, you threw your phone to the other side of your bed and wrapped your arms around your legs, head leaning on your knees.
When will this harassment end? When will your pain come to an end? Will you suffer your life long? Will you ever going to be happy in your life?
You were sick of thinking about these questions whenever you were alone. It felt like they were hunting you no matter what you were doing.
Why are there people who enjoy to ruin the lives of other people? What do they get from it?
You lifted your head up the moment you felt two strong arms around your body. “Everything okay, Jagiya?”
Smiling softly at him, you nodded as you leaned your head on his chest. “Mhm.. everything’s alright..”
Wrapping your arms around his body, you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck. “Yeah..”
You felt how he took a deep breath and placed a little kiss on your head. “Y/N, I know that you’re still getting those messages.”
You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. The hot tears were already forming in your eyes.
“Y/N, look at me.”
Shaking your head, you nuzzled further into the crook oh his neck. “Hoseok-ah, I can’t do this anymore..”
Your best friend leaned back a little bit and held your head in his soft and warm hands. “Then tell him, Y/N. Stop hiding it from him. I saw the way he looked at you when you told him that I’m your boyfriend. He looked really hurt, Y/N-ah..”
“How, Hoseok, how? How can I tell him that we were pretending last night, that you’re my best friend? How can I tell him I’m still in love with him? How can I tell him that I am getting threatened with the life of my son just so I can’t see his father, the love of my life?”
Looking down, you started fiddling with your fingers, the tears already rolling down your face. “I can’t do that, Hoseok-ah.. He would blame himself for everything and I don’t want that..”
“He’s already blaming himself for everything, Y/N.”
Your head shot up at your best friends words.
Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, Hoseok caressed your face while he looked into your eyes. “Look, Y/N. I don’t know what kind of a person Jimin is. But when I saw him yesterday, sitting at the ground while he looked so broken and hurt, I knew that he loves you more than anything in this world. You both deserve to be happy. Think about Jihyun. Okay, he thinks I’m your boyfriend but he knows that I’m not his father. You shouldn’t take him away from his father. That would be unfair for him and for Jimin..”
You leaned your forehead against his chest and mumbled in between your sobs. “I miss him so much, Hobi.. My heart broke into million pieces when I saw him like that yesterday.. The way he looked at his own son, the way he walked out of the apartment when I said that you were my boyfriend.. I don’t think I can stand this anymore, Hoseok-ah..”
You heard a little chuckle from your best friend. “Then tell him everything, pabo. You both shouldn’t be suffering because of someone stupid who is threatening you through messages. We both know that the person can’t do anything, I will not allow it!”
Wrapping your arms around his neck as tightly as you could, you placed multiple kisses on his cheek. “Thank you so much, Hobi! I’m so glad that I have you in my life!”
Pushing you away jokingly, he scrunched his face. “Eww, stop kissing my precious face like that!”
Now smiling at you softly, he nodded his towards your phone once. “Call him.”
Nodding hesitantly, you reached out for your phone and typed Jimin’s name in your contact list.
Intertwining your hand with your best friend’s, you waited until you heard the voice you longed for so long.
The minute you heard his voice, your grip around Hoseok’s hand tightened and you closed your eyes. “H-Hello, Jimin.”
“Y-Y/N? What’s wrong? Did something happen to Jihy-”
“No! No, don’t worry, everything is okay. I.. I just wanted to hear your voice..”
“Yesterday, when I told you the reason why I left three years ago, I didn’t tell you everything, Jimin. There is still something that I need to tell you..”
“What do you mean, Y/N?”
“The main reason why I left isn’t because of my heart problem, Jimin. It’s because of your ex-wife…”
“W-What? Y/N, I don’t understand what your trying to say-”
“Hara threatened me with the life of our son, Jimin. That’s the main reason why I left..”