#genshin capitano

[capitanoidyll]

You frequently find yourself shying away from the conversation of a past life lover. Your friends, ever so chatty, liked to talk about how moles on your body represent the places your past lover kissed you the most.

But ... you didn't have any moles nor birthmarks.

When you told your friends this, they teased you. Said that maybe you didn't have a lover at all in a past life.

It was embarrassing to say the least and how Capitano found out about the conversation? You weren't sure, but you did know that he probably went looking for the answer since you've been sad lately.

"What- what are you doing?"

Your voice was shaky when your husband got you laid out on the bed before him. His body covering you as his fingers gently moved the strap of your nightgown down.

His mask was off, his hair hung loosely down, but it didn't stop him from leaning into you to press a soft kiss to your collarbone.

"I think here would be good, but where else would you want one?"

"H- huh?"

He tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes shining in the dim light of your shared bedroom.

"I want to show people how you were loved in this life in the next."

Ah-

You looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze.

"Then kiss me everywhere."

You hoped you would meet him in the next life too.

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#133 Out of Commission Cap'n

Capitano: Ancestors Hear my plea send me a muscle mommy that is 10 foot three...

Quetzal!Y/n*Beside him Towering him,tail wraps around his waist lifting him and hugging him like a princess*

Capitano*Is man-handled by you as you take him into your chambers with ...you not so discreetly gripping his bottom*So that she can crush my balls-

Part 5 of:

[m1d-45]

post-mortem

summary: war was not a gentle affair; not to the land, the civilians, the soldiers, or their captain.

word count: 1.1k

-> warnings: major spoilers for natlan aq, very very brief mention of canon-typical violence

-> gn reader (you/yours) and unspecified traveller

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harbingers were not meant to be kind. they were meant to carry out the tsaritsa’s will, and while they were allowed some level of leniency within their methods of doing so, their goal remained firm: fetch the gnosis. if they could manage that, then it was to return home in more or less one piece.

capitano was not in natlan for fun. he had a mission to complete. anything that stopped him was an obstacle to be immediately removed. anything that slowed him was to be brushed off and cut away. for hundreds of years, he had had no problem with this goal, and no problem for what would come after it.

he stationed himself just within natlan’s borders, gathering as much information on the ley lines as he could without stepping on too many toes. he had bided his time patiently, tending to his mechanical heart and the souls within, his plan ready to go as soon as the traveller arrived. carefully reviewed and edited millions of times, paperwork he no longer needed to read to remember the words of. it was the pinnacle of his years on teyvat, his will and testament to the nation he once served.

he held no reservations. he had no doubt, no fear for what was to come. il capitano did not linger.

the captain sat behind his desk, the plain wood empty and unoffensive. there was neither pen nor paper across its surface, all reports having been reviewed just as midnight struck. the only light in the cramped tent was from a lamp in the corner, the flame’s light flickering over the walls and everything held within. outside, the wind whined through the stone of tezcatepetonco range, keeping all words far from listening ears. had he wanted to, he would feel comfortable even listing out his plan to someone he trusted enough to tell it to.

that had been his plan, initially. his tent was nestled deep within the heart of the camp, and he doubted neither his soldiers’ fealty nor their ability to alert him should something go wrong. in the wilds of the land of war, he had forged a sliver of true privacy. any day now, he would receive word that the traveller had finally left fontaine, and his plan would fall into place. every possible failure and fault had long been accounted for; all that was left was to secure that his affairs would be in order after he died.

and with that, you had been called into his office, the summons delivered by an agent with a deep red mask and a voice permanently roughened by illness.

you had been hired young by the fatui, like so many others in their ranks. you were a remarkably ordinary person, in fact; at least by snezhnayan standards. you were born, you starved, you joined the cause. and because the captain made a point of caring after those put under his banner, he let you try to forget the things that happened in between. you came when called and struck when commanded, carrying the same loyalty that marked the rest of his division. you were entirely unassuming, if not for the fact that for some inexplicable reason, it was you that he had called.

there were soldiers with more experience than you. there were soldiers with a more precise control over the elements than you, with a higher kill count, with a broader stature or quicker strikes. you were perhaps not average, but assuredly not him, nor someone fit to manage every loose string.

the only thing you were, for certain, was slumped over his desk, leaning rather uncomfortably on your arm in a way that you’d certainly regret in the morning. normally, he’d never allow such disrespect—this was his tent, after all—but given that you were the one he’d chosen to step alongside him for the past few days, he supposed he could cut you some slack. regular people needed sleep, after all, and the captain was in the habit of protecting those under his banner. as a reward for trekking with him across the country and back and dealing with the combat in between, he would allow you to rest with him as your guard for one more night.

no one person could handle every consequence of the power vacuum that would be left in his stead, and he was not stupid enough to think so. he had informed both the jester and her majesty, but their business was not with inter-platoon affairs. while he may not have to worry about anyone striking when they thought the harbingers were weak, he did have to worry about who would upkeep all of his contacts, monitor the ley and those that resided within them, who would coordinate his troops while they either filtered to the other harbingers or were reassigned to whomever would take his place. it was for this reason that he had spent his tentatively “free” time developing and editing a second plan for when news of his death reached fatui ears. it sat in his pocket, a thin weight he was never meant to hold on to.

he was meant to give it to you. ordinary you, as plain as the uniform over your shoulders, tasked with filling his shoes until the storm passed. you, who he should not be fond of because captains did not have time for such childish things as favorites, and yet your name had refused to leave his mind. no, he was not forced to give command to you in particular, and neither was he made to leave it at all. but war was cruel, and a soldier without a cause was as good as a cart without wheels. he was to reduce his people’s suffering, not impart more upon others. you just happened to be better suited for the job, and he had happened to tell you more about natlan’s ley lines than anyone else. it only made sense that he kept calling on you rather than anyone else, as he could handle any combat anyway. informing you would make your transition to stand-in all the more easier, that was all. there was no place for “kindness” in his crowded heart. “kindness” implied a level of sympathy he did not show, not to any of his troops and assuredly not to you. it was not “kind” to mark you with his death.

he waited until the sun crept above the horizon to move, letting you sleep uninterrupted. you would need a much of it as you could get. he let his chair slide against the floor as he stood, letting that wake you instead of his gauntlets on your shoulders. you snapped to sitting up, but just as fast winced at the knot in your shoulder. “get moving,” he ordered, and you hurriedly apologized, thanked him, and turned to comply. as the wind swept in behind you, he watched you shiver at the sudden drop in temperature, hunching your shoulders high and walking quickly.

for just a moment, his mind briefly drew the idea of giving you his coat. he discarded the idea as soon as it came, pushing his chair back into place and following you out, running through today’s agenda.

his last wishes would be dealt with another day.

[capitano-arts]

My Capitano artwork❄️❤️

[dagnyart]

I will leave you without answers,but it is what it is! Some of our OTPs we can't describe with common sense. Anyway.. more Genshin and HSR art in my blog and I also hope that someday I'll show you more <33

[glasgalahad]

Tʜᴇ Sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ Fᴀᴛᴇ.

"Then, bear witness to my resolve and hatred. Your curse is now the tool with which I will overturn the oppression of the gods- this is my challenge to you."

↠ It's finally complete.

I don't normally insist that you listen to the music inspirations I share for specific pieces, but this is an exception: I think this particular track beautifully encapsulates the tragedy, stoicism, grief, and bitterness The Captain embodies- far better than I could ever attempt to chronicle.

I'm hopeful that my illustration is able to portray these themes, at least to some degree- be sure to let me know. I'd be very grateful.

I really hope he's able to return, somehow...

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The track that served as inspiration for this piece is:

Disar (Single) / Forndom

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Progress images + brush info

Be sure to check out my previous Genshin Impact illustrations!

If you want to find me in-game, my handle is Coldbone - UID 673569349

GʟᴀsGᴀʟᴀʜᴀᴅ 2025 | Mᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ/ʀᴇᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴᴛ.

[specialdoll11]

Capitano contemplating the beauty of the sky

Fun fact : background I pick it roof of the house

[thetruemek]

Reblogging this because I miss my wife Tails

Thank you Capitano Genshin for saving my artistic motivation..

(I got a new car and it needed a new sticker q.q)

[motilyochek]

[its-malarkey]

Day 13 of drawing Capitano every day until he’s playable!

[ink-ami]

Sleep well, Thrain.

5.3 broke me to the point I've spoiled my entire weekend drawing instead of working on reports... But it's all worth it :')

Can't say I didn't see it coming tho... Also I made some sketches (of Mavuika too, but it'll wait) so I might as well share them

[riceppang]

Capitano deserves some headpat too 🥲

[phenylshark]

I'm surprised the jojo meme hasn't been done with these too yet

[su-rodriguez]

is just a lil guy

[capitano-arts]

❄️𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞❄️ welcome to my blog where I'll be posting my own Capitano artworks and reblogs of artworks on him. I hope you'll enjoy what I will be creating!

My main blog is: @dailycapitano where I post daily on Capitano and everything about him until he becomes playable, my discord server for him is also in my pinned post there.

I am very slow at drawing so please forgive me if I do take a while to make a post but I hope you'll enjoy your stay❄️

[vantax-art]

"No hero should have to wander alone." 🦋