#rhoswen leach

[ubejamjar]

glimpse of the past // rhoswen

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

[eemamminy-art]

Happy pride, warriors of light! 🌈✨

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

[sheepwithspecs]

carvrhos dot mp4

(the dialogue is in reference to this short story)

[minti-tales]

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

:3

Carvallain de Gorgagne, fair pirate of Limsa Lominsa, was a man not to be matched on the dancing stones of the plaza, when thoroughly soused.

The same could be said for Rhoswen Leach, herself a pirate of Limsa Lominsa.

She yelled, getting close: "Oi, beanstalk! This here's for my jig! Piss off!"

He said, getting even closer: "You happen to be on my favorite stone. Take your leave."

She sneered, grabbing his waist: "Make me."

He replied, taking a hand into his and a buttock with the other: "I shall, with more grace than all of your crew put together."

[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

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*

[aethericfist]

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.

[ffxivxd]

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.

[catboyazem]

make it rain — [ 2022 ] 

rhoswen leach & carvallain de gorgagne

[grahatini]

Limsa Lominsa, in a nutshell

[ffxivchibis]

Rhoswen Leach

[autumnslance]

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!)

[eemamminy-art]

butch/femme Carvallain/Rhoswen 🏴‍☠️💕

[sheepwithspecs]

HE ACTUALLY NOTICED HER THIS TIME WE’VE MADE PROGRESS

happy crumbs day besties

Screenshots from here

[mimble-sparklepudding]

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.

[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

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.

[vermilionwinds]

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.