#cosmonucleic

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you’re up, @cosmonucleic​​ !

Cosmonucleic has completely and utterly made it impossible to look at deoxys without thinking of Yuri. Pigeon’s a wonderful mun who i’m delighted to be friends with, with fantastic art and fantastic writing to boot!

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@cosmonucleic​ | tee-bee-fly-ee starter

“Oh. It’s you.” Blah. A face he actually recognized...

[akuromic]

That tingle of familiarity was back — and laying eyes upon the individual who seemed to have a very strong vendetta against a scrap of paper hanging on the bulletin board made him remember that he’d seen the other before. Where? When? A helpful wisp of a memory associated that face with that of his cousin’s. Yes... that was right. They were friends, weren’t they? Akuroma was sure that a name would do more for his recollection  ( after all — they’d only crossed paths once or twice, while Kris rambled about him during each and every one of her visits. )

He strode up beside Yuri, adjusting his umbrella so that it would cover the both of them  ( what better way to make a good first impression, if the phenomenon of ‘remembering, but not quite’ was mutual? )  before he spoke.     “ Oh, dear. Has something offended you? ”  // @cosmonucleic

[pxgtails]

It felt like she’d been awake for nearly a whole day  ( and that was all she had to go on, really — the constant rain meant that there was no sun-cycle to make a more educated guess. )  Kris had certainly seen better days; she was drenched from head to toe, the sides of her hands were dirtied from the markers she’d used to make her posters, she was still without gum, and she was shivering so badly that her teeth chattered. She looked tired, and she looked sore. Even her pigtails were drooping, heavy with water-weight, and it did nothing to make her appear as bright and high-energy as she usually did. Really — for the first time since she was eleven — she was contemplating just going to bed.

But that was when she saw him — at first glance a rando, standing in front of one of her posters and looking intrigued. She was prepared to give him the same spiel she’d given at least a few dozen people by this point  ( ‘I’s Kris Clarity, Capturer Extraordinaire, I’s looking for my best friend Yuri Leonov, have you seen him?’ )  when the rando changed the way he stood just slightly. And something about the new angle she saw his profile at flooded her with familiarity  ( she idly wondered: had she ever seen him in anything other than his standard outfit? )  and————

————and her feet were carrying her in a heartbeat, splashing through puddles of rainwater and mud and not caring.     “ Yuri!! YURI!! ”     she called to him as she went. And as soon as she was remotely close to him she kicked off the ground and launched at him. Because he was okay. It only sunk in just how worried she’d been all day — how panicked and frazzled and nervous she’d been — now that she could finally breathe again. She’d spent this whole time assuming that she was mildly concerned, but... well, she’d been wrong.

          “ YURI——!! ”

She didn’t stop to inform him about her impending crash-landing, arms wrapping around his middle and face buried into his shoulder. She didn’t tell him in advance that she was going to assault him. She just did it, without warning — the way Kris Clarity does a lot of things. She hugged him, unabashed and unapologetic, and mumbled into his shirt:

          “ D...don’t die! F’you eva’ die, I’ll kill ya...! ”  // @cosmonucleic

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cosmonucleic replied to your post:

What about my hand Kris :T

“ ———!!!!!           Yuri!! You’s gotta hold both’a my hands so ‘dat           no one else can!! Like — like, platonically!!           Platonically protect my hands from ‘dis depravity!!  ”

[lionfangeda]

cosmonucleic replied to your post: random question of the day: what muses would you...

me crying in the club like ANY BOXDEV…. LITERALLY ANY HECKING BOXDEV….. BLEASE……… GIVE ME A BILL/LANETTE/BRIGETTE/BEBE/HAYLEY/AMANITA/CASSIUS/MOLAYNE THAT STICKS AROUND………………

fun fact: i ALMOST considered molayne almost

... but alas, he doesn’t fit my beefy aesthetic