.|| iβve been on and off, and i wasnβt planning to make this public, but after seeing this person on my feed, i feel like something needs to be said. thereβs an account, @/liyuediva, that is using a 17-year-old as the face claim for their 27-year-old oc.
itβs no different from aging up the 17-year-old, which is already problematic. what makes this even worse is that theyβve subjected this character to revenge torture as a consequence of an attempted assassination on their pantalone muse.
Gorou adjusted the damp letter in his palm, his brows furrowed as he read the messy scrawl one last time.
It was barely legible, but the message was clear enough: someone wanted to meet. Someone who claimed they could help. -
attention at some point.
so, making his way up and down the beach's shore, he waves his arms high above his head.
β β πππππππππ, πππππ ππππππΌπ, πΎπππ πππ, πΎπππ πππ ππππππππ πππ πΌππβΌοΈ β
The fog blurred their features, but if he focused just enoughβ¦ No, that definitely wasnβt a normal traveler.
Pressing his palms against the rough surface of a nearby boulder, he took a breath. Hesitation gripped him, but he forced it down. -
β -γ The waves rise high out in the open seas. I, too, must reach new heights of strength. γβ§.*ΰΌ
KAEDEHARA KAZUHA.
#GIRP#GENSHINRP#GENSHINIMPACTRP#MVRP
Rain drummed against Gorouβs skin in an unrelenting rhythm, cold seeping into his bones as he sat on the cliffside, his head resting in his palm.
His tail lay still behind him, weighed down by the damp, the usual flicker of movement lost to exhaustion. -
But retreat wasnβt just about movingβspreading their forces too thin with what little units they had left could be just as dangerous.
If they lost control of these high grounds, reclaiming them would cost them more than they could afford. -