#sylleblossom

[husterikos]

[kyungmallow]

Sylleblossom 💙

[ravusnightblossom]

(@sylleblosscm Moved to new post because legacy/beta format: X)

It is decidedly not what she expected to hear, and briefly, Luna is dumbfounded at this uncharacteristic suggestion. Her brother is nothing if not a pragmatist, and Luna wasn’t aware he had any fondness for such things.   But the prospect of sharing in such frivolity with him is too happy a one to pass up, and a smile that has long since been lost finds its way into her eyes. ❝Oh! You mean the one that used to make us salads in the shape of faces when we were little? Can we also stay in that bed-and-breakfast near the water? As I recall, if you stand on the balcony at high tide, you will almost certainly be splashed.❞   Setting her cup down, Luna rises to her feet. She had dressed for training today; thus, her attire is all wrong for such a thing. ❝Give me a few moments to be ready. I shall meet you back here shortly.❞  Luna takes the familiar path back to her room with a new bounce in her step. Returning a good 45 minutes later with a heavy overnight bag, a pale blue sundress and a matching ribbon around her wicker hat; her Oracle whites relegated to the shoes she shall surely kick off the minute they find sand. ❝Do not just stand there, let us go, or all the good tables during lunch shall be taken!❞

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟     For some reason, that particular reaction was not the one Ravus expected from Lunafreya. As her excitement seemed to flourish in front of his very eyes, the realization of what he had suggested settled in. Oh. Did... he remember how to properly portray himself as an older brother, rather than a jailkeeper anymore?

Yes, the balcony. Frankly, he had no recollection of these face-shaped salads she spoke of either, but her growing happiness pleased him all the same. With a quiet sigh, he excused himself to his own room to gather some belongings of his own.

Not wanting to keep her waiting, he neatly placed a few garments and a few specific items in a bag, then made way back toward the foyer. His intent took less than ten minutes of preparation, so he settled onto one of the benches while he waited. He was reminded of times in his youth where he had carried bags and waited outside shops for his mother and sister. Would this be similar to that, he wondered? Not that he had any objection to the thought. There was a pleasant nostalgia behind the idea.

The familiar sound of her approach finally echoed along the marble walls and Ravus rose to stand, setting the strap of his bag over his shoulder while he reached for Lunafreya's to carry. "How do you know which tables are the good ones?" he asked genuinely, opening the front doors for them. "Do you visit there often...?"

[royalarms]

what specifically named color are you?

pavo ⸻ you're not one to be tied down to the rest of the world. you move from place to place with a natural grace and practiced ease. the world may want you to slow down and settle down, but you have too many things to do, too many people to meet, too many places to see. the world is your oyster, and you intend to crack that bad boy open. but the world is a dangerous place, and i'm sure you learned that the hard way in your travels. the world does not care about you as much as you don't care about it, and it has led to you becoming more jaded and distant from the people who truly love you. your world is much smaller these days, than you remember the vastness being when you were younger. how strange it is to realize too late that you didn't need everything - you just wanted truly anything at all.

tagged by : @violevin ( im barking )

tagging : anyone who wants to do this >:)c feel free to tag me in ur post , i love to look !!!

[prynacle]

Today's daydream: Opera Omnia Minwu (FFII) and Lunafreya bonding over their white mage badassery 😌

[dbphantom]

Thinking very hard about a ffxv version of the xam'd lost memories opening and crying because i will never have the skills to make it reality

[seaeyri]

Amongst the Sylleblossoms <3

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Expensive Tastes: Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Lingerie, teasing, dirty talk

Some foreplay and teasing in this one uwu

He could feel the bruises forming silently all over his body, he could feel his muscles slowly tightening from overworking himself during training. Gladio had made it very clear in training today how easy it was to fling the young prince everywhere as if he were a dog’s toy. The number of times he had to warp to avoid colliding with the walls or the floors had run him exhausted and sore. He was utterly drained, left to trudge to his chambers as he dreamed of his bed.

A soft hum radiated from his chest, pale lips flicking up into a very slight blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile. Soft, clean silky sheets that smelled of lavender and a hint of sylleblossom the maids had just laid down on his oversized bed. Overstuffed pillows made of the finest materials sitting, waiting, fluffed up waiting for him to rest his head and slip into the realm of unconsciousness. He wanted to feel your presence next to him, feel your weight pushed up against him, hands balled up in his shirt, your warmth mixing with his under the soft covers.

Only, when he opened up the large doors to his bedroom, he didn’t see you sitting on the bed waiting for him. You normally did when he had training. You were always there waiting, almost as if you knew it would’ve been hell, like you knew Gladio would throw him around like it was nothing or Ignis outsmarting him at every turn. It was even worse whenever he would need to train with Cor (or even worse, the two times he had to train with Clarus). You would always be there at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to come in and start ranting about training, sometimes with a book in your hands from the grand library or sometimes with your phone idly waiting.

But you weren’t there. Not at the foot of the bed, not looking out the window to watch the city from so high up or watching the rain clouds pass by, not in the chairs off to the wall.

Instead, he saw the door to his bathroom closed, the gap under the door light up with the pale yellow lights from inside.

Upon closer inspection of the room, he noticed something by the side of the bed; Your clothes, all pooled and kicked to the side with your shoes. Noctis swallowed, glancing to the bathroom door where he realized there was music playing softly from behind the door.

Noctis stepped inside the room and made sure to close and lock the door behind him. He slowly stepped forward, closer to the bed, keeping his eyes glued to the bathroom door.

It was almost like you hear him in the bedroom as you opened the bathroom door. Light spilled into the dim bedroom. Noctis stood there light a deer in the headlights, eyes suddenly glued to the feminine form standing in the doorway.

He felt his pale cheeks heat up once more, but it wasn’t from exhaustion.

In the doorway to the bathroom stood you.

You had a black silken robe held closed by one hand, long expensive silk draping down your legs and stopping by your ankles. Your hand only protected your chest and stomach from being exposed, it hung open slightly, just enough to create a slit and expose one of your legs.

And boy was it a treat to him.

Your exposed leg was wrapped in skin-tight black lace. You were wearing knee-high stockings, and the hem was frilly and flowery. Black lace against your skin was an art to him, to hell with the paintings and portraits lining the hallways of the Citadel. You had makeup on, eyelids painted dark and lips glossy. He wanted to mess up that gloss.

“I heard training today was rough,” you acknowledged. No doubt you could see the bruises on his hands. You leaned against the doorframe and eyed him from under painted eyes, eyelashes fluttering. “I thought I’d do something to cheer you up.”

Noctis stood there, just staring at your one exposed leg wrapped in expensive Altissian lace, lips ever so slightly parted and his pale cheeks set ablaze.

“And what- how would you do that?” he stumbled over his tongue.

It was as if time had played in slow motion. He saw you let go of the front of the silken night robe hiding the rest of your body from his wanting eyes. The Silk fell back, and with a soft roll of your shoulders, the silk had suddenly found itself pooled to the floor like the rest of your clothing from earlier. Noctis felt his starlit blue eyes widen, felt his jaw unhinged just a bit more, he felt his heart suddenly start sprinting like the time he and Prompto pranked a raging Gladio.

The expensive black Altissian lace didn’t just stop at pricey stockings, you were wrapped in it so elegantly, he would have thought you were a present sent from the Astrals themselves. A present he almost didn’t want to open, you were wrapped too perfectly.

But he couldn’t let such a present go unopened.

Your bra was solid black, lace frilling underneath the cups. The straps were lace and thick and wrapped up behind your neck. In between the cups laid the littlest bow, a shiny stone weaved into the knot. Noctis briefly wondered if he could undo that little bow with his teeth to free your breasts. He wanted to massage them, kiss them, squeeze them; Worship them like one would an Astral.

You wore a pair of hipster panties. The middle was solid material, a shiny black. The sides were lace and hung high on your hips, hugging your hips and showing all of your curves. And just like your bra, the hemlines were lacey and there was a matching bow that sat right below your belly button, same glittering stone and all.

A present sent from the Astrals indeed.

“Wow,” was all Noctis could say, but it was just a mere whisper.

You slowly strolled towards him, swaying those hips of your, your eyes pinned on him. Your pupils were blown wide with lust. Noctis backed up with every step you took towards him, the music from the bathroom suddenly raging in his ears like it were a dream. With every step you took forwards towards him, he backed up one until his knees hit the mattress and he lost his balance, falling back onto the bed. You were standing there before him not too long after, watching him as he sat up on the bed. He was suddenly no longer exhausted from training all afternoon anymore.

“I could use some of that cheering up,” Noctis murmured under his breath, chest heaving at the sight of you standing above him.

Without a second thought you had reached up to behind your neck and unclasped the strap, letting the expensive bra you were wearing fall to the floor like it was some cheap thing.

Your breasts were free and out there on show to him, but something of his wasn’t. He could feel the electric shocks running all through his body, and he could definitely feel his pants getting slowly tighter in the crotch.

You had suddenly caged him. You propped one knee up next to his hip on the mattress, then the next. You placed one hand on Noctis’ chest and pushed him down, trailing a finger along his collarbones and down his chest. He really hoped you couldn’t feel his heart pounding against his ribcage as you stroked him through his shirt (but he really hoped you felt the tent in his pants).

You leaned down slightly and smiled at him. Noctis was sure by now that his face was beet red and he wasn’t sure he could keep a hold of constant eye contact with you. All he could think to do was to grab ahold of you, to steady you for whatever you were planning in that devious head of yours. He loved sinking his fingers into your hips, he wrapped his fingertips around the waistband of your panties.

He couldn’t handle it anymore; The teasing, the soft music still radiating from the bathroom, how the lighting just hit your body just right, how perfect you looked in black lace and silk.

He couldn’t handle the strain and tenting going on in his boxers and why is it so hot in here?

He was suffocating sitting there, looking at you, watching as you coyly smiled, looping your arms loosely around his neck, feeling you move around on his lap. His fingertips dug dangerously deep into your thighs and hips, nails biting into the material.

It was when he felt you grind against his erection did he finally snap.

He didn’t know he could move that fast, all of that training with Gladio and Ignis (and he shuddered as the brief thought of Cor stabbing at his feet with his sword) helped his reflexes, he had suddenly pinned you to the bed by the shoulders, a short gasp escaping your glossy lips.

Noctis’ fingers wrapped even tighter around the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your legs.

You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.

Without a second thought, Noctis’ sweatpants dropped to the floor, the young prince quickly kicking them out of the way.

“You drive me crazy,” Noctis growled above you, hands snatching at your bare hips.

Your eyes held a sly shine to them, lips cheshire, loosely locking your stocking ankles behind his lower back.

“I’m just catering to your expensive tastes.”

[fire-of-the-sun]

Thinking about the Dawn of the Future ending and imagining Noctis and Luna getting to share a tender moment in the light of the new dawn soon after she is awakened in his arms after so many years apart, utterly relieved to be alive and together again with an entire future before them...

Also, would have loved an epilogue where we see them in a field of sylleblossoms years later, happier than they've ever been, laughing together as they once did as children as they're surrounded by their own with Regis' final words wishing them happiness finally coming to fruition...

[primamchorus]

FFXV: Reimagined :: Table of Contents

"To crown the King of Light is the calling of the Crystal. Only the True King anointed by the Crystal can purge our star from its scourge."

-Young Lunafreya to Noctis

The star teeters on the brink of being under the iron grasp of the Niflheim Empire's conquest. Since the rise of the Niflheim forces, so too has the rise of the daemon threat when night falls grown. Such a prophecy is known and held close to those who wish to see it fulfilled, and to that end, the prophecy must come to fruition lest Eos succumbs to a night everlasting.

Sleepless Nobility :: Introduction to the Nobles

In Good Hands || Ignis Scientia || tumblr // Ao3

Eye of the Beholder || Mollis Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

Ever Beating Heart || Ros Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

Arms Interlocked || Primam & Tandem Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Tempering the Shield || Gladiolus Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

A Word in the Ear || The Vox Siblings || tumblr // Ao3

Burning Valor || Cor Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

Prologue :: Tales of Loss

When the Rain Falls || tumblr // Ao3

Sendoff || tumblr // Ao3

Sylva || tumblr // Ao3

"You Can Call Me Luna" || tumblr // Ao3

Sylleblossom || tumblr // Ao3

Garden of Fire || tumblr // Ao3

Enemies at the Wall || tumblr // Ao3

The Bonds of Brotherhood :: The Start of a Journey

Good Morning || tumblr // Ao3

Impatience || tumblr // Ao3

Broken Glaives || tumblr // Ao3

Cleaning Party || tumblr // Ao3

Departure || tumblr // Ao3

The Pauper Prince || tumblr // Ao3

Teach Them Boys a Lesson || tumblr // Ao3

Lock and Quay || tumblr // Ao3

A Sky of Ruin Foretold :: The Fall of Insomnia

For Hearth and Home || tumblr // Ao3

Noblesse Oblige || tumblr // Ao3

Bird and Blossom || tumblr // Ao3

Pleasantries || tumblr // Ao3

The Peace Treaty || tumblr // Ao3

Like a Phoenix || tumblr // Ao3

Traitorous || tumblr // Ao3

Succession in Blood || tumblr // Ao3

Night has Come || tumblr // Ao3

The Might of Kings || tumblr // Ao3

Hero || tumblr // Ao3

Light at Dawn || tumblr // Ao3

Power of Kings :: The Road to Becoming the True King

Morning After || tumblr // Ao3

The Weight of Duty || tumblr // Ao3

Declaration of War || tumblr // Ao3

Weary Arms || tumblr // Ao3

Burden of Expectation || tumblr // Ao3

Waking the Landforger || tumblr // Ao3

Sword in the Waterfall || tumblr // Ao3

Tumble and Fall || tumblr // Ao3

The Way of Gods and Kings || tumblr // Ao3

Road to the Fulgarian || tumblr // Ao3

Bend the Knee || tumblr // Ao3

Blessing of the Hexatheon || tumblr // Ao3

The Sky That We Look Upon || tumblr // Ao3

Imperial Infiltration || tumblr // Ao3

Red Like Roses || tumblr // Ao3

The Shield of the King || tumblr // Ao3

A Precious Source of Power || tumblr // Ao3

Preparations || tumblr // Ao3

Brave New World || tumblr // Ao3

Into the Fray || tumblr // Ao3

Crumble Into the Sea || tumblr // Ao3

The Hand of the King || tumblr // Ao3

Fading Lights :: The Trail Into Gralea

Laughable Reunion || tumblr // Ao3

Off the Rails || tumblr // Ao3

Express Train for Trouble || tumblr // Ao3

Forever Fall || tumblr // Ao3

The Arm of the King || tumblr // Ao3

[TBP / WIP]

World Without a King :: The World of Ruin

[TBP / WIP]

Ten Years of Darkness :: Fate of the Star

[TBP / WIP]

Stories from Eos :: Mini Stories

First Day of School || tumblr // Ao3

Rubies and Embers || tumblr // Ao3

A Journey in Secret || tumblr // Ao3

Empty Seat || tumblr // Ao3

Shadows on the Wall || tumblr // Ao3

Rose Garden || tumblr // Ao3

Aero-dynamic || tumblr // Ao3

Moogle Magic || tumblr // Ao3

Slingshot || tumblr // Ao3

Baked Goods || tumblr // Ao3

Dogged Runner || tumblr // Ao3

Cold Snap || tumblr // Ao3

Out of Earshot || tumblr // Ao3

Spoiled Brat || tumblr // Ao3

Lands of Ice || tumblr // Ao3

By Another Name || tumblr // Ao3

Sing Me a Song || tumblr // Ao3

A New Direction || tumblr // Ao3

Welcome to Your Life || tumblr // Ao3

Flower Arrangement || tumblr // Ao3

Dark Chocolate || tumblr // Ao3

Ascension || tumblr // Ao3

"I Want to be Friends!" || tumblr // Ao3

The Blacksmith's Song || tumblr // Ao3

Charms || tumblr // Ao3

Nothing is Secret || tumblr // Ao3

Princely Conduct || tumblr // Ao3

Rooftop || tumblr // Ao3

Dossiers :: Information Closely Kept

The Royal Lucian Family || tumblr // Ao3

House Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

House Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

House Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

House Scientia || tumblr // Ao3

House Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

House Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

House Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Regis Lucis Caelum || tumblr // Ao3

Aulea Viridis Caelum || tumblr // Ao3

Noctis Lucis Caelum || tumblr // Ao3

Clarus Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

Florere Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

Gladiolus Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

Iris Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

Gratia Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Atticus Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Primam Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Tandem Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Cor Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

Cera Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

Aura Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

Silex Scientia || tumblr // Ao3

Ignis Scientia || tumblr // Ao3

Ater Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

Rosea Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

Mollis Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

Aurae Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

Arbor Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

Ros Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

Pax Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Nympha Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Aestus Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Cordia Luti Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Vera Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Lyra Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Nebula Vox || tumblr // Ao3

The Royal Tenebraen Family || tumblr // Ao3

Sylva Via Fleuret || tumblr // Ao3

Ravus Nox Fleuret || tumblr // Ao3

Stella Nox Fleuret || tumblr // Ao3

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret || tumblr // Ao3

Ardyn Izunia || tumblr // Ao3

Ideolas Aldercapt || tumblr // Ao3

Solara Aldercapt || tumblr // Ao3

Verstael Besithia || tumblr // Ao3

Aranea Highwind || tumblr // Ao3

Biggs Callux || tumblr // Ao3

Wedge Kincaid || tumblr // Ao3

Titus Drautos || tumblr // Ao3

Nyx Ulric || tumblr // Ao3

Libertus Ostium || tumblr // Ao3

Crowe Altius || tumblr // Ao3

Luche Lazarus || tumblr // Ao3

Tredd Furia || tumblr // Ao3

Pelna Khara || tumblr // Ao3

Axis Arra || tumblr // Ao3

Quicksilver Dancers :: Prompto x Primam Drabbles

What I Want? || tumblr // Ao3

Smitten || tumblr // Ao3

The Choice is Yours || tumblr // Ao3 [Preliminary writing]

Cordial Triangle || tumblr // Ao3

Shackle Wrought in Ink || tumblr // Ao3

Lucky Shot || tumblr // Ao3 [Alternate Timeline]

Meal Etiquette || tumblr // Ao3

Concerns || tumblr

[savage-rhi]

Weird request but could you write a prompto/Noctis drabble based on those emojis? ❤️🫴🫶💐🍝🧋💍

It had been five years since Noctis gave his life to the world.

It had been five years since the monarchy ended, and a new government had risen from the ashes.

It had been five years since the boys had been on a road trip, and it had been five years since Prompto and Noctis celebrated their anniversary—the day they became friends in high school.

Prompto quietly gazed out his apartment window, overlooking the world of Insomnia below him. His eyes admired the endless lights that kept the darkness at bay. He felt proud of himself for how far he, Gladio, and Ignis had come in the restoration effort. Patching up a broken city was no easy task, much less helping the new government find its feet.

Surrounding Prompto and the coffee table in his living room was a plate of burnt spaghetti, wilted flowers, cheap boba, and a plastic ring—its color chipping off over the years. These items were irrelevant to most, but to Prompto, each was priceless.

Prompto purposefully overcooked the spaghetti noodles, just as Noctis did the night he first came to the prince's apartment. Their ideal gaming weekend was ruined as both became sick to their stomachs. That didn't stop the teasing or the laughs that lasted into the early hours, by which point Noctis thought he would die and called Ignis. The man was so angry that he had to run to several markets to get medicine. It was also the first time Prompto met Iggy; he was confident it would be the last. After all, who would throw their lot in with a young cackling teenager who couldn't help the royal prince with food poisoning? Prompto was shocked that Ignis pulled him aside after putting Noct to bed, shook his hand, and told him to keep coming over as Noctis never had company--and, of course, Ignis gently pointed out he needed a break from the prince's shenanigans.

Prompto's eyes then stared at the wilted flowers, remembering when he made Noctis a flower crown during the spring festival—plopping it upon his head in front of a group of ladies who had been ogling him and sprinkling sylleblossom petals at his feet while skipping around. Prompto teased Noct to the point where the ladies he was trying to woo ended up laughing and leaving since it seemed Noct was "already taken." He gave Noct so much shit that night that Prompto was surprised that he never sought vengeance.

Prompto looked at the empty container of boba, remembering the nights both Noctis and himself would go to the corner market past midnight, too restless to sleep. How they tried to cram in as much studying, only to end with playing video games and sharing personal stories. Prompto wished he knew then why Noctis didn't like talking about the future because, deep down, Noct knew he wouldn't live long enough to see it through.

I was such a foolish boy--such a damned foolish kid...

Prompto let out a breath, making a fist against his knee. He forced his gaze to the plastic ring. It was one of the last gifts Noctis ever gave him, a prize he got from a cereal box.

"You need the opal one to complete the King's Knight set, right? There's no point in buying crates of Cactaur Flakes when I can give it to you. Also, happy friendiversary! Marry me while you're at it? Haha!"

Prompto sniffled, wiping away the tears that flowed down his cheeks. His heart beat so fast as he remembered those words. He picked up the plastic toy and gazed upon its cracks. It had seen better days and no doubt would be obsolete in the coming decade, but the piece of plastic was the closest thing Prompto had to hugging Noctis again as he placed it over his chest and took a deep breath.

He wished he had done it that night before the final battle, offering Noctis his hand and telling him every unspoken word. Every feeling he had placed upon that shitty cereal box ring the moment Noctis jokingly asked for his hand in marriage. Alas, it wasn't meant to be, just as Noctis wasn't meant to see the new world Prompto and the boys had built.

Prompto didn't know which truth made him sadder.

He missed him so much.

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[nosydogsoaps]

MOON (lunafreya) - FFXV Inspired Soap

Dewy blue petals and mist.  Gentle rain.  Sweet freesia.  Standing waist-high in a field of sylleblossoms, filled with memory and promise. For coronations, divine reunions, those hard days when you have to seize power by both hands, no matter the cost.

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look, my girl luna got SO shafted in the game, i'm still mad about it 7 years later lmao

[oveliagirlhaditright]

I saw an article about how one of the things Final Fantasy XVI had in common with some other FFs--to make it a FF (which is still a silly argument that we even need to have to me, but whatev)--is flower importance in the story. And that's certainly true. So I decided to make a post about that... And prepare for the longest post in the history of the world, because I may have gone overboard in screenshotting some of these. I also decided to include Kingdom Hearts here, since it's a Disney and Final Fantasy crossover (with its own story, of course).

We'll never know how similar or not Final Fantasy Versus XIII and Final Fantasy XV's stories are or were to each other (after Tetsuya Nomura, director of Versus XIII, got kicked off the project and the game got a new director and became FFXV, and the story did at least slightly change)--even with Nomura now putting some of his Versus XIII ideas into Kingdom Hearts. It seems here, though, that even when it was Versus and Noctis and Stella, instead of Noctis and Luna, there was at least one flower scene with them. Perhaps this is the aforementioned Noctis and Luna flower crown scene (maybe originally it happened with Noctis and Stella, and that was then repurposed for Noctis and Luna). Like, for whatever reason, something upset Noctis' childhood friend here (the responsibilities her mother had to endure, perhaps, if this part of the story was still very much like XV's. Mayhap that hurt Stella to think about), and Noctis comforted her with the sylleblossom, and then we got the flower crown scene Luna alluded to in XV... or maybe it was something totally different from that with Noctis and Stella. Maybe sylleblossoms didn't even exist in Versus. Like I said, we might never know. But here, at least, was another couple (again: how similar they were to the later Noctis and Luna: who knows?) where flowers were at least important to them for a hot second.

Kairi likes to pick flowers, as we see here and in a scene in the BbS credits (that I'd show, but picture limit is keeping from doing it [I'd show a lot more pictures for a lot of these girls, if it weren't for picture limit)].

She also has a flowery Keyblade, of course, surely because of her love for flowers:

And I guess part of her Keyblade's design is that a king chess piece--which Sora's chess piece was the king one in KHIII, of course--is attached to a red string. And we all know about the red string of fate (I bring that up, because another common theme in all of this, is that all these gals with the flowers are part of a star-crossed lover pairing).

Kairi's heart is also in the shape of a flower in Re:Mind and Melody of Memory?

Yep.

Edit: Oops. I forgot Squall and Rinoa: Squall's promise to Rinoa that if she comes to Edea's orphanage--that is full of flowers outside, giving us our flower connection--that he'll be waiting for her, so she'll find him.

Also, I think Yeul gave Noel a flower in Lightning Returns for some reason? Though I don't remember why. I've only played Lightning Returns once--and only watched the cutscnenes once, in said playthrough--many years ago at this point. I really need to replay Lightning Returns again, as I actually love the Lightning Trilogy and found the gameplay in Lightning Returns very enjoyable. I also know that one of the Yeuls in FFXIII-2 loved flowers.

[ffxvreversebang2024]

Unwind with a rare pair romance inspired by @rhapscdos' artwork. Read "Sylleblossom Recollections" by BeanWritesStuff in our event's AO3 collection HERE.

[summersunsetball]

As the colors of evening begin to stretch across the sky, the moment everyone has been anticipating finally arrives: the gates to the Citadel open.

A line of guests streams inside, with security working to ensure those coming in are not a danger to other guests. A QR code linked to a map of the event is posted at the entrance. Upon entering, the large, expansive lobby has been extensively decorated with lavish blue and black drapery, adorned with golden accents. Along one table, a spread of appetizers and samplers. On another, a stack of pamphlets detailing the schedule for the evening, right down to the order in which the songs will be played. Floral arrangements with sylleblossoms adorn every surface.

A sign is posted with the same map linked on the website ( for the technologically impaired ). Different hallways lead to different rooms, some of which are roped off until the optional tours begin. Immediately accessible are the room where dinner is to be served, the garden, and of course, the ballroom — the site of the main event. The lobby is also free to roam, with seating provided as a space to mingle outside of the dining hall and the ballroom.

According to the schedule, dinner is to be served first. Hopefully, you've come prepared for a meal!

[bookworm-faolanne]

Cloud upturned the soil like his mama showed him the other day. She had been teaching him about his family history!

“Cloudy!” Claudia calls entreatingly. Cloud perked up, wondering why his momma was calling for him. He knew that most times when she used that tone, she had something new to show or tell him. Last time, it was an old bloodstained behemoth horn that dated at least 310 years before the arrival of the Calamity. She held up a curious pale blue blossom for him to see, which caused Cloud to scarper over curiously. 

The delicate flower had an overall layered conical shape, and when looked at from directly above it looked similar to a rose. “This flower is one of the only plants that don’t rely on the ‘stream, for the species predates well before the lifestream was introduced in its first form over four millennia ago. While there used to be fields of the blossoms, now there are only the ones we Strifes grow personally and have managed to preserve.” she informs him quietly, sadly.

“Wha�� they’re called, Momma?” Cloud inquires curiously, staring enraptured. The blossom was very familiar to the golden-haired child, but exactly why playfully avoided his mind. He knew not to push it, because last time he tried (last time was the stained behemoth horn), his head hurt bad, and he didn’t like his head hurting like that. 

Claudia Strauss smiled at her little boy somberly. “We call them a multitude of names, among them Shiva’s tears and Cursed One’s blood-blossom, for they have long been a flower of mourning and death and sadness and healing.”

“The flowers however, especially around 2.3 millennia ago, had started disappearing while the land was in turmoil and the nations that existed during that time had both been falling apart further and could only just start healing from a bad event. But that was not what you were asking, were you?” His mother continued, a little sadly.

“Well, they were known as sylleblossoms.”