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eemamminy-art · 1 year

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Happy pride, warriors of light! 🌈✨

(Particularly the miners, paladins, bards, culinarians, and summoners of the realm!)

#happy pride 🌈#ffxiv #adalberta sterne #mylla swordsong #mylla x adalberta #guydelot thildonnet #sanson smyth #guydesan #guydelot x sanson #carvallain de gorgagne #rhoswen leach #carvallain x rhoswen #y'mhitra rhul #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14

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ubejamjar · 26 days

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glimpse of the past // rhoswen

the problem wasn't that she was bad for me, it's that i was never good for her.

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sheepwithspecs · 5 months

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HE ACTUALLY NOTICED HER THIS TIME WE’VE MADE PROGRESS

happy crumbs day besties

Screenshots from here

#carvrhos #carv pepe crungo face ‘am I being targeted’ boy it’s not always about you!!! she likes holidays okay!!!!#I didn’t even see them tbh but I wasn’t looking bc it’s usually Heavensturn and Valentione’s holidays where they show up in winter #ffxiv #carvallain de gorgagne #rhoswen leach #something something forward movement PLEASE

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cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon · 5 months

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walking around event areas to find all the npcs and of course squeenix decided to come for eclaire personally (again)

(quest-irrelevant starlight event spoilers ahead)

*frustrated elf noises*

#starlight event 2023 #squeenix please #i can't do this anymore #girl help #gpose #eclaire yes like the dessert #rhoswen leach

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catboyazem · 2 years

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make it rain — [ 2022 ]

rhoswen leach & carvallain de gorgagne

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grahatini · 2 years

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Limsa Lominsa, in a nutshell

#carvallain de gorgagne #rhoswen leach #sicard #this is pirate culture

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aethericfist · 1 year

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the locals seem nice

and a little dense.

Having made landfall in Limsa Lominsa after a heavy bout of sea sickness, Fin attuned to the aetheryte right away.

However, on his way through town Fin had made the mistake of walking through the tavern and was roped into a friendly argument. Those two locals went through the trouble to introduce Fin to a bitter and hearty local beverage made of some type of fermented grain.

After talking to his new acquaintances for awhile, he excused himself since he felt like there was some rather positive tension that he didn't want to disrupt. When he had said his goodbyes, they did point him in the direction of someone who was handing out samples of a seamstress, who could outfit Fin with, well, with a traveling outfit.

The off onto the airship... and hoping his fear of heights doesn't raise the alarm.

#fin travels #le boi fin #ffxiv gpose #gpose #gposers #elezen #ffxiv elezen #yes this is his travel blog #failed prototype of the aetheric analyzer borrowed from the studium #yeah it only captures light and colours so completely useless to the Forum #tomestone #ffxiv #carvallain de gorgagne #rhoswen leach

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ffxivxd · 1 year

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36 year old Rhoswen Leach maintains the role as the third and current captain of the Sanguine Sirens as well as their second mother. However, she is attached to the old ways of pirates which created a feud between her and Captain Carvallain of the Krakens.

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxivxd #ff14 #ffxiv

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mimble-sparklepudding · 2 years

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Miss The Boat

Whilst out drinking with Rhoswen Leach,

I foolishly tried to beseech,

Her to go for a tryst,

Before that boat was missed,

But she pummeled my face with a screech.

Piratical silliness.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ff14 ffxiv #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 screenshot #mimble sparklepudding #ffxiv writing #ffxiv write 2022 #ffxiv writing challenge

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ffxivchibis · 2 years

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Rhoswen Leach

#rhoswen #rhoswen leach

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autumnslance · 3 years

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My favorite pirate duo still with the Unrequited Feelings.

They’re Idiots, Admiral.

Carvallain: What is this icy chill that goes down my spine? Has that icy fiend returned...?

Rhoswen: What is this flush I feel all of a sudden?

(as she is spying on Carvallain!)

#Final Fantasy XIV #Moonfire Faire 2021 #rhoswen leach #carvallain de gorgagne

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eemamminy-art · 2 years

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I'm back on my bullshit thinking about f!carvallain/rhoswen 😩 what if the reason carvallain rebuffs her advances is because she's keeping her identity a secret, not knowing that rhoswen is bi and would be interested in carvallain either way aaaaaa ✪ ω ✪

#text #carvallain de gorgagne #rhoswen leach #carvallain x rhoswen #genderbend #I know I have like one braincell and always want those like #'mistaking the butch for a guy and hilarity ensues' sort of scenarios #but I love it #it's delicious actually #and butch carvallain is a tall glass of water #just saying #lesbian au #the lesbian au agenda

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sheepwithspecs · 1 year

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Happy Valentine’s Day to the 2 most clueless 30-somethings in Limsa

#ffxiv #CarvRhos #carvallain de gorgagne #rhoswen leach

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cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon · 1 year

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due to recent seasonal events we're here (again)

please fam

she's experiencing physical pain

you dense mf

Eclaire @ Carvallain, at any given time In headcanon-verse she's been watching this soap opera for like... a decade. please just kiss and let her continous headache end.

#heavensturn 2023 #please squeenix #limsa lominsa's most notorious pirate ship #please give this ship a can(n)on i can't take it anymore #ffxiv screenshots #gpose #bothering the npcs again #heavensturn 2023 spoilers #(vaguely)#carvallain de gorgagne #rhoswen leach #eclaire yes like the dessert #elezen

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vermilionwinds · 3 years

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14. Commend

"I was just about ta ask on both counts. Seemed a sensible enough place ta store me axe. Ta be honest, the thing is probably worth ten o' me, so I'm a little protective."

“No selling yourself short. I’m sure it’s a nice axe. But you’re a really nice you, too.”

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Remeraux runs into a tall leg on a warm night in Ishgard, while she was pretending she was a dragon running away from the gallant Ser Rosamonde. The leg kicks her aside, and she yelps as she’s knocked into the cobblestone. “Watch where you’re going, you brat!” She hears a rough voice bark, and she rubs her eyes and watches the man adjust his cravat. “Tch. Of course a whore’s daughter would want for manners.”

As her mom rushed out to look at her skinned knee, she asks her mom what the man’s words mean.

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She struggles and she kicks and she tries to bite, but the Temple Knights on either side of her wrench her arms backwards and drag her through the crowds of the Jeweled Crozier, and force her to her knees in front of a man dressed in blue velvet. Her father throws himself on his knees of his own volition. “Please, milord, have mercy… She’s just a child, she don’t know no better… It won’ happen again, I’ll make sure of it, so please.” He was begging. He was begging. The man above them all huffed, and smoothed his red mustache. “You better watch that wretch of yours, or before you know it she’ll be taking a long walk off the Witchdrop.” Her father starts to blubber, and kisses the man’s boots. Remeraux knows just enough to be disgusted.

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Remeraux can feel the knife pressed against her cheek begin to saw against her skin from the rock of the waves. It didn’t help that the pale hand holding it was trembling. “You will grant me safe passage, or I swear I will send this wretch to your Twelve.” The man sneers the words and punctuates the word Twelve by pulling his blade across, opening her flesh like an envelope. As Remeraux bites down hard on her tongue as blood begins to pour down her face, a shot rings out in the captain’s quarters. The hand at her face drops the knife, and the man crumples over. Xavier Folchambres blows the smoke from the barrel of his pistol, and turns his ice cold stare on Remeraux as she clutches her face and howls. “What were you thinking, you damn fool girl?!” He growls, and Remeraux can’t find an answer worth telling.

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Remeraux couldn’t explain why her hands went slack and let go of the rope. The wind pulled hard rope burns into her palms as the storm wrenched the mast away, and her fellow Sirens groaned in frustration. They didn’t sting as bad as the sight of Rhoswen Leach storming towards her, eyes like fire. “That’s the bleedin’ fifth time you’ve fucked up big on my ship!” The woman barked, and despite Remeraux nearly seven malms of height she felt so small. “An’ you said you were Squallbreaker… I’ve got no time for girls who can’t pull their weight. If we can even make it back to port, you’re gonna fuckin’ stay there.” The captain spat on the deck. “Girls! Say yer bleedin’ goodbyes to miss Rem, here.” As Captain Leach stormed off, Remeraux was just thankful it was raining.

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“Please, Tadi.” Remeraux is tapping her foot as she swallows her own tongue before the lalafellin man sat across from her. “Ya gotta have some kinda job I can do.”

“And why should I. To supply you with more drinking money, hm? Do you need a new blouse?” The man balked, and if Remeraux wasn’t truly desperate she would have clocked him right in those gold teeth.

“Nald teaches not to spend above your means. Or above your station. And yet you come to me again like a beggar, for the second time this moon.” “I ain’ too proud ta work…” Remeraux bows her head before him, clenching her gloved fists, swallowing down those last dregs of pride. “I’ll do anyfin honest….”

“I don’t work with wash-ups or burn-outs, dear. Let your growling stomach remind you how to manage your coin.”

Remeraux watches him go, and hates that it’s a debate in her head on whether to spend her last bent gil on food or drink that night.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “No selling yourself short. I’m sure it’s a nice axe. But you’re a really nice you, too.”

With a last perky grin Severine gives a little wave and turns to let herself out of the office. “Meet you out there!”

As she closes the door behind her, Remeraux just stands there in silence for a second, processing those words. They make her so giddy that she doesn’t find it in herself just then to argue.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #RemerauxWrites #severine #mentions #also because xiaohu mentioned on hers I also felt like it was relevant to mention #remeraux and me both are pro-sex work #but as you can imagine this is not the majority opinion in Ishgard and not many of her mom's Johns had any kind of respect for her #or Rem for that matter

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sheepwithspecs · 1 year

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March CarvRhos Ficlet: Blind Date

|| FFXIV || Rated G || (3/??) ||

Prompt List Here!

Today is technically day four, but I wanted to use this day to catch up and write the idea I had for day two.

Gerald and A’brohka found dead in Limsa Lominsa, cause unknown.

Never in her life has she felt so godsdamned foolish.

The table is beautiful, all things considered. White linen tablecloth, crystal wineglasses, a decanter of Lohmani red. Silver cloches cover the dishes, and a basket of freshly baked bread is seated to the right of an elegant floral centerpiece. Candles flicker in their sconces—beeswax, not tallow—and in the corner the orchestrion is playing a soft concerto. It’s the sort of luxury that she’d once had to convince herself she would hate, in those long-ago days when such things were so far out of reach as to belong in the realm of imagination.

If nothing else, the lavish setting makes her feel more confident in her decision to dress up for the occasion. After all, it wasn’t every day that she was propositioned for a blind date, courtesy of A’brohka. She’d been reluctant to accept at first, unwilling to even humor such a ridiculous request, but the other Sirens had managed to wear her down. The girls had been delighted to “assist” her with her wardrobe, treating their surly captain as though she were a child’s paper lady. They’d taken great pains in lining her eyes, softening her features and talking her into a dab of rouge on her cheekbones. She was even wearing jewelry to mark the occasion: a pair of ruby earrings, gifted by the previous captain on the day of her succession.

What a shame. Sighing inwardly, she glares at her so-called date from across the table. Carvallain returns the expression tenfold, mouth pursed in disapproval at his current circumstances. The only thing worse than seeing him at the table was his clear shock in seeing her upon entering the private dining room. She was accused of entrapment, he of libel; insults were hurled and fingers pointed on both sides.

Eventually they’d calmed down enough to work out the truth: they’d been double-crossed by a pair of traitorous first mates. Funnily enough, both Gerald and A’brohka had been suspiciously absent during the day’s preparations, with neither crew being able to pinpoint their exact whereabouts. Clearly the two had foreseen their captains’ anger and made good their escape.

“Damn that conspiring little—” Carvallain had bitten off his insult, jaw clenched and fingers tapping a furious rhythm on the table. He’d cleaned up as well, with neatly trimmed hair tucked behind his long ears and his silk shirt traded for a waistcoat of shimmering blue brocade. Despite her hatred of the man, the idea that he’d also wasted his time preparing for a date made her feel only marginally better.

Now they both found themselves stuck in limbo, unable to salvage the remains of the night and yet unwilling to leave. A damn shame, she repeats to herself, n’ a waste o’ good food. She grabs a piece of sourdough from the breadbasket, crunching down on its thick crust and chewing morosely. What am I even doing here? she wonders, staring blankly at the covered dishes. What did I possibly think would happen?

The answer is glaringly obvious, whether or not she wants to admit it. She would rather die than face that sort of embarrassment, even in introspection. I ain’t lonely, she argues with the sardonic little voice in her head, finishing off the sourdough and reaching blindly for another piece. I’m just….

The heat rises to her cheeks as she remembers the way A’brohka regaled them all with fanciful descriptions of the gentleman who’d all but begged on bended knee for a private audience with the Siren captain. Tall, handsome, fashionable, but clearly not afraid to get his hands dirty when the need arose. Piercing eyes and a lithe frame, a sailor’s body with a nobleman’s heart. A well-traveled man with a love of the sea. I’m such a fool; I should’ve known. Who else in Limsa would fit such a description? She wants to bury her face in her hands, crawl to the nearest ledge, and roll into the ocean. Perhaps the Navigator would show more mercy than her own thrice-damned crew.

She glances at him infrequently from beneath her painted lashes, wondering what stories the Krakens must have fed him in order for him to agree to this. Had they been forced to lie outright, or had they simply embellished the truth the same way as A’brohka? Deep down, she hopes it’s the latter. That something in the way they described her piqued his interest, at least enough to—

Foolish.

Once again she reaches for the basket, only to find her fingers brushing against something warm and solid and soft, but definitely not bread. Startled, she looks up in time to see him quickly choose a piece of rye, fingers clumsily grabbing for his napkin. Their eyes meet and it is he who looks away first, clearing his throat with an awkward cough.

“It would be a shame to let the meal to go to waste,” he states, directing his words to the wall sconce.

“My thoughts exactly.” She takes the cloche from her still-warm plate, breathing in the heavenly scent of minced garlic and herbs, tender meat and roasted popotoes in their skins.

“Reservations at the Bismarck are hard to come by, after all, and there’s no real reason to give up the table now—that is, we might as well—it’s not as though you… what I mean to say is….” He lapses into uncomfortable silence, knotting the napkin in his long fingers. She stares at them, her own hands tingling with the thought of touching them again, this time on purpose.

Why did ye come? Four simple words, and yet for once she can’t bring herself to open her big mouth. Why do ye stay? Somehow, the lack of a proper answer would be far worse than the never-knowing. Besides, it’s easy enough to guess.

“Oi.” She waits to catch his eye again, offering a crooked smirk that’s more genuine than any look she’s given him so far tonight.

“Shut up n’ eat.”

#ffxiv #Final Fantasy 14 #Final Fantasy XIV #CarvRhos #my writing #Carvallain de Gorgagne #Rhoswen Leach #spiderman pointing meme but this time they though they'd been tricked for the bit #I just really love the idea that they both dressed up for it too like... secretly they're both kind of Yearning for something #their first mates are /showleft /showright at their captains and it's not working they don't see it their glasses are off

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