#ultimafleur

[iruludavare]

          «Remarkable... It appears as though the list of that cursed, false king’s victims seems to be ever-growing...»

         «A despicable example of life, indeed.»

[floaroanemoia]

The little fae's flower twirled in front of the her, as if to hide and the approach.

( ultimafleur )

@ultimafleur

     This creature is no pokemon found in Hisui—or, at least, not anymore; not for a long time. The latter,  piece of information that alludes Sarana, yet the sentiment is all the same. This tiny being, holding in her grasp a flower larger than herself, has come all this way. Traversed the seas, avoided danger, just to visit this land. Moreover, here she is, twirling about before the medium’s own eyes, attempting to hide behind the twirl of that plucked piece of flora. Surely, it must know that it is an attempt in vain. Could it be some playful? The way that all of this species greet other beings? Or is she perhaps a shy sort, creating a barrier so that the pokemon might feel a little more at east with the idea of interacting with a human?

     Whatever the reason, a hand covered in floral lace moves to cradle the woman’s chin, one finger tapping against the flesh of her cheek in a rhythmic fashion.

          “My, I wonder what this very inconspicuously spinning flower could be hiding…”

     Sarana muses, voice rising and falling in a melodious, if not playful tone. There would be no point in demanding the pokemon to show herself, nor convince her to drop the flower and do so. No, if it wishes to interact with her properly, it must be by the creature’s own volition. Her own choice, made without external stresses or pressure.

          “But what a beautiful one it is, indeed. Hardly anything like I have seen. I am certain what is concealing themselves must be equally as remarkable, don’t you think?”

[skullkxd]

@ultimafleur said:

Floette twirled around Ree, smiling all the while, a skip to her steps across the air.

— oh! They know this Pokémon. It’s the evolution of Flabebe. The child reaches out a hand, offering a palm for her to rest in.

“you’re a long way from the flowers … are you tired? You gotta be. D’ya need sugar water, or…?”

[picavecalyx]

also here are the sideblogs that survived the move to this new blog :)

fleurladari - GOT REMADE

dreamdisk - same blog

ultimafleur - GOT REMADE

diangelique - same blog but i'm tempted to remake it too

yvelgr - same blog

nullcreate - same blog

giirafariig - same blog

unraveledgem - same blog

[platanc]

@ultimafleur

"Mega Evolution is my area of expertise! Did you have questions?"

Augustine felt- considerably dwarfed, rendered even smaller in comparison than he'd been to Lysandre. He had to wonder if the height was genetic- that was more than likely, but an even more curious part of him wondered if it had anything at all to do with the radiation from- ah, no. He wouldn't bring that up here.

Anyone who loved Pokémon as much as AZ clearly did was worth talking to. He was willing to afford anyone that.

"I mean, I'm... a Pokémon Professor in the Kalos region. We- well, we've technically met, and you sounded interested in Mega Evolution, and that's exactly what I study!"

Right, damn. He was forgetting something, wasn't he? He'd chalk it up to being a bit intimidated.

"My name is Augustine Sycamore. I- should have led with that. Sorry."

He put out his hand for a proper handshake.

What was he supposed to call this man, anyway? Mssr. AZ? Your highness?

"Did you have any questions in particular?"

He musters s bright smile. At least he can manage that.

[pyroaress]

malva: go on tiny gnat, tell me your worst, Ive heard it all 

az’s floette: you are worthy of forgiveness and you deserve a life full of the love you deserve

malva: fuc --

[kahosin]

every time i pass near his cell i spray him with deodorant and yet somehow he still smells the same sacrebleu

[lysxandre-archived]

☕️ - :) ultimafleur

@ultimafleur

"Are you positive this is coffee, and not simply dirt? It has the smell and consistency of dirt."

[iruludavare]

The little fae giggled then pointed her flower towards the air, a glistening glow emitting from it's center then spreading across the air like stars amidst the blackened sky.

( ultimfleur )

@ultimafleur

     It is nights like these that Serena tries to commit to memory. The stillness of air embraced by a veil of darkness, stars faintly shimmering off in the distance as though throwing back their smiles not unlike how a parent might from behind polished glass, giggles of her own and trills from the fairy-type echoing into the distance despite the sounds being meant for none other than themselves. A common language need not be determined; not between two beings of similar fates, separated by thousands of years in instance. They are living proof of a cycle—of humankind’s mistakes; the result of desperation and greed; given so much only after everything was just as forcefully taken away. To say that Serena adores these quiet nights in Floette’s presence would be an understatement. And perhaps, in the depths of her mind, wisps of comfort form from hazy memories of joining the fae in the meadow of her hometown—the familiarity of time spent with a previously mysterious figure now made known and dear to the heroine’s heart.

     When the fairy-type takes to the skies, glowing and wonderful, to put on the tiniest of shows, the light itself is one Serena can pinpoint without question. The sort seen radiating from her own form on its own, when in the presence of stones cursed with similar energy. Soft and glittering, as though the stars themselves had formed the light and was, in its natural state, part of all beings—living or dead. Beautiful but burdened with melancholy. The energy of Xerneas and Yveltal both—is that not its origin? A mixture of deities with domain over such a cycle, but exposed to latter’s gift against all parties’ wills. And as it lifts into the sky, she can see it returning to the cosmos, pinkish hues barely noticeable amongst pristine whites and glacial cyan.

     They fit among the stars, the constellations. Of her ancestors and ancient heroes, immortalised in the night sky for all to see. And she recalls tales passed down through generations of origins that were given their name from the heavens and skies above. Her blood celestial, and Floette’s primordial, but both blessed by the Gods above. She wonders, would their stories be accepted by those who placed others, humans and pokemon alike, in the night sky? Has their suffering been strong enough; their will befitting that of ancient stories? Or would both be rejected, for living and dying by the hands of those who tried to play god, serving a purpose in the present, on the earth, than in the heavens?

     Oh, but has Xerneas not said before that they are both as beautiful as those stars she envies?

     A smile tugs on the corners of her lips, gentle and joyed. How easily entertained they are, by seeing one another turn their curses into fleeting moments of happiness. Truly, if one were to say their roles now have shifted to guiding others to the light—to healing, to bettering the world, to preventing future tragedy by embodying hope—, those also privy to the scene would not object. Maybe that is why the starlight she feels upon her skin feel akin to warm, reassuring hands supporting her form, as opposed to sharpened strings forcing the young woman to stay standing. Slate blue eyes flicker from Floette to the night sky once more. Would they be entertained by the display, too? Feeling triumph in how they refuse to succumb to despair?

     Regardless, one thought gnaws at the back of her mind—a single, troublesome statement capable of sowing the seeds of dread in the young woman’s heart:

     Even if it did, they will never be part of it.

[kalosinflames]

“...” - ultimafleur

"What is there to say that cannot be inferred? That one so old does not know?" Fleur muses. "Without your work, we could not have done ours. Without your weapon, we would not have a new world with which to shape."

The Delphox clasps her hands together.

"Adam has great respect for you, and all you have allowed him to do - whether in grief or in rage."

[skullkxd]

☕ - ultimafleur

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes. (Accepting)

@ultimafleur

The drink looks inviting, and the liquid warms your hands through the cup, heat seeping into your fingers pads.

but the first sip is startlingly bitter. You continue to drink despite it, and the bitterness does quickly fade, but the hint of that first swallow rests on your tongue. Strong emotions are elicited from this cup. You finish the drink and hold it in your grip.

all in all, this drink is good for you… you think.

[lysxandre-archived]

Open your eyes. - ultimafleur

@ultimafleur

"Monsieur, my eyes are just as metaphorically open as yours, if not more so.

If you could see what I see, and if you could know what I know, you would realize that this world isn't at all what it used to be. That wars are not just between opposing parties anymore, but are started by the wealthy elite for profit, that people have invented even newer and more cruel ways to hurt and kill one another, and that Pokémon are continually used and abused worse than you could ever imagine. It isn't as simple as it once was.

You see so much - but what do you really know? My fine fellow, you stand in the way of progress, and your obstinance is unbecoming.

Now, I'll be taking that key."

[iruludavare]

“Rules”: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

tagged by: @arvend {thank you!!} tagging: @ultimafleur , @unovasaved , @visionairio , @pixylate , @cruentu-s , @distortsverity , @adagaium , @analuein , @battlelyn , @catadioptrics , @hesperio , and anyone else who wants to do this!

B A S I C S

Name: Serena-Aurelia Nikolayevna Letova Age: 23 (post-x/scvi), 18 (during X) Birthdate: December 30th Species: Human Gender: Cis female Orientation: Biromantic demisexual Profession: Étoile in the Lumiose Opera Ballet, Champion of Kalos

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Honey/golden blonde. Naturally curly, starting with 2A at the top to 3A towards the ends, inheriting them from her mother, however gives more the appearance of 2A-2C curls as Serena brushes them out. Thick strands, medium porosity. Eyes: Slate blue. Appears a dark grey from a distance, but becomes a dull grey blue the closer one gets due to blue flecks. Skin: pale skin, neutral cool undertones Height: 170 cm / 5'7" Weight: Underweight, 47 kg / 103 lbs, but her usual range is from 45 - 49 kg.

F A M I L Y

Siblings: Emma (16, adoptive sister) Parents: Looker/John ( @/turnecoat; father), Grace (mother) Grandparents: Aurélie (maternal grandmother), Jaques (maternal grandfather, adoptive) Other Relatives: Sarana ( @/floaroanemoia; ancestor / ?th-great-grandmother), Julian (maternal uncle, adoptive), Volo ( @/volot; ancestor / ?th-great-grandfather), paternal grandparents, Cynthia (distant cousin) Any Pets? Her pokemon! Excluding Xerneas, of course

S K I L L S

Pokemon training, mega evolution, classical ballet, gardening, floriography

T R A I T S

STRENGTHS. selfless, honest, generous, dedicated, sensitive, understanding, resourceful, gentle, loving, idealistic, modest, open-minded, creative, attentive, initiative taking WEAKNESSES. Pessimistic, stubborn, confrontation avoidant, tends to withdraw, bottles up emotions, self-critical, inability to say no, too detail-focused, perfectionist, passive, deflated self-worth, shy, prone to stress, reluctant to seek help, sensitive

L I K E S

Colors: Verdant green, off white, pinks, scarlet red Smells: Rain, flowers, gracidea, old wooden flooring, ground coffee beans, floral teas Textures: satin, silk, healthy leaves, bark, flower petals, running water, soft fur Drinks: teas (literally any kind), long macchiato, berry juice, mocktails

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes?: No Drugs: No Driver License: No-- she's never really needed to drive, and her hometown, Floaroma Town, has no roads for obvious reasons. Ever Been Arrested?: Not unless being called in for interviews by the International Police counts-

[skullkxd]

@ultimafleur said: AZ will offer Ree a basket of bread

“… oh.”

It’s … bread? And he definitely didn’t cheap out on it, this is bougie bread. Not the hot dog rolls you can buy in bulk or the wonder white bread. Ree holds the loaf, as if unsure what to do with it…

“Uhm … thank you? But … why?”