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Yamato Maya—An Appreciation Post
First up, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAYA ILYSM AND ALWAYS WILL <333
Maya is technically my best Pasupare girl if not tying with Eve and Aya, and she is LEGIT one of the most underrated characters, like idk if it's just me but she needs more love ok??
I kinda get why some people find her laugh (which, ISN'T) annoying, but think of it this way: If she was way more similar to the other Pasupare members, she'd be more blended in and we wouldn't be seeing her quirky self which is really what makes Maya, Maya! I mean she WAS just an average person until her whole life changed and suddenly is an aidoru with an uncountable number of fans :3
Like look at her:
She's so happy and it warms my heart to see her that way
Also, I can relate to Maya a lot. I can sometimes feel insecure and wonder if I really belong to a group, and when it comes to stuff I love, I'll be rambling about it till the end of time.
Finally, an honourable mention to this card:
Once again, Happy Birthday Maya!! I drew something for you but I'm not gonna post it until it's your birthday in my timezone (im so sorry)
Tsubame
Aaand this too. This is from a. very angsty fic actually. I will post the relevant excerpt with no context whatsoever. Do with it what you will
Imgur what on earth did you do to the second image
The items are mostly returned to their original places when she drops a folding fan, mutters a curse and bends down to pick it up. Unfortunately Yukina has the same idea. Their foreheads collide and Arisa yelps and slides backwards across the floor like a fish flopping on land.
“I am so sorry!”
“No, I—”
There’s a beat, and then Yukina chuckles softly. Arisa groans.
“You’d think working at a shrine would’ve made us better at this.”
“Well …” Yukina primly dusts herself off while Arisa slots the fan in its rack and resists the urge to knock over the display and knock herself out in the process. “We managed somehow. And that is what we’ll continue to do, no?”
There’s no room for doubt. Her tone makes that clear. She’s not even talking about anything more profound than trying to avoid accidentally bashing your skull against someone else’s in public, but Arisa finds herself slipping again, into believing—even after it shot her down and still couldn’t quash her foolishness once and for all.
“And Ichigaya-san?”
She pulls herself out of the thought. “Yes?”
“Thank you. For—For everything you did.”
