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⁃ Captain Armando Salazar

I think it has been a long time since the last time I drew Captain Salazar on digital…

This fanart has to be my new favorite drawing so far… Not only I love how it loo, But I also think I finally found an art style I love !

And of course there’s a little animation with it :3

Creepy yet badass, that’s what I love xD !

Anyways, time to be inactive again 🫡

Have a Good night / good day !

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

DMTNT: "You have a........ghost??...friend?? In me???- Ending

@acidyellowlava Sometimes, rambling became true

Here's my hot take on Pirates of the Caribbean DMTNT movie: It was all a bad nightmare caused by too many amounts of nutmeg added in the soup. A collective error. Sometimes happens.

The real ending was that no OP artifact got found, and the Cursed had to cope with their eternal state of undead(ess). After a while everyone came to terms with their personal situation. Someone proposed therapy group sessions and somehow- cursed and the living rejoiced toghether…! Waoh unbelivable...! Also Carina after her first denying reaction about ghosts, she quickly became so enthralled by them, to later becoming a full time paranormal researcher! Yes she's always invited on the Silent Mary to tango and salsa's nights.

Of curse course the undead would dance Henry Belafonte's hits song Of course Lieutenant and Captain are enjoying some ghostly drinks made of ghostly fruits' juice. They got a tiny orchard on the ship now. Also, you know? They even brew beer in there. They're retired now, it's matter of time before they'll start behaving like some old gramps.

[tockamybeloved]

Campeón sin Corona Summary: After strong winds take some of the crew off course during what was supposed to be a simple excursion, they will need to work together if they want to return to their beloved La María Silenciosa. But Lesaro and Cortez have some unfinished business.

HERE.

Cleaned off another fic and posted to the Seasons Skirmish 2024 writing challenge.

I felt a sweep of nostalgia writing this. The good and refreshing kind. Open ended. I might add another chapter on how they return to ship.

[fanficsbysenneres]

The other night, I had a dream about Lieutenant Lesaro. I was standing on a slope. In front of me was a field of wheat, unripened and still very pale green. To my right was an old farm, the kind of farm that has been lived in since the 1700s, the cracks in the walls visibly plastered over even from a distance. Gui was standing next to me, in black jeans and a black leather jacket.

The sun was setting.

He turned towards me, his hands reached for mine and held them between his. I remember in the dream actually feeling the warmth of his hands. The sun cast his skin gold, his eyes were illuminated warm and clear, like syrup. He didn't say anything but I had the strongest sense he was telling me he would wait. For as long as it took.

[its-night-again]

Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

- Salazar to Lesaro at some point.

[intricatecaprice]

Capitán Armando Salazar's Spain:

(circa War of Spanish Succession)

One of the things I didn't know when I first started writing fanfic for Capitán Salazar was that technically, Spain wasn't really a single unified country in his lifetime.

If you had asked them where they were from, the men of La María Silenciosa would have been more likely to tell you they were 'Castilian', or 'Aragonese', or any number of the smaller regions across the country.

To give a brief history, from the 700s-1500s AD, Spain was called Al-Andalus, and was under the control of Muslim states. You can still see a great deal of architecture from this time period especially in the South of Spain, the most famous being Alhambra palace (Granada):

But Christianity started to spread rapidly from the 1400s onwards, and by 1502 all Muslims were ordered to either convert or leave (this royal edict is still criticised today, with many debating if the edict was largely responsible for the eventual decline of Spain's economy and population).

Over the centuries, the cultures of each Spanish region became so significantly different from one another that it is not unlikely to have caused tension aboard Salazar's ship.

Southern regions retained strong Moorish influences due to their geographical proximity to Morocco, but this kept them divided culturally and politically from their Northern neighbours.

Catalonia and Aragon (North East) hated the taxes they'd been forced to pay to the new king Philip V in the early years of the war of Spanish Succession. They fought against their neighbours when the King attempted to send Castilian soldiers through their territory. The King punished those who rebelled by taking their homes and lands away - leaving them with nothing.

All of this would definitely have played heavily into the personal identity of each of the men aboard La María Silenciosa: not all of them would necessarily have shared the same language, manners, or way of looking at themselves and the world around them.

It's interesting to me, therefore, that the colour the men of La María Silenciosa wore was grey.

Not the yellow and red stripes of the Catalonian flag. Not the blue and gold coat of arms of King Philip V. No, the colour is deliberately neutral. As if by donning the grey, every man aboard La María Silenciosa is acknowledging that no matter their differences, under Capitán Salazar's command they are one.

[rvros]

I like that a lot of what we do in the shadows is just Guillermo looking at the camera like he's on the office

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@blukoffee

Officer Miguel Magda

Five Fun Headcanons about life pre-Dead Men Tell No Tales, and a Sad One

1. Officer Miguel Magda likes to play chess, and is also a very good cardplayer. Sometimes, Officer Moss thinks he has to be cheating, because he wins a lot. But the truth is Miguel is just that good. Also, he is far too proud to cheat.

2. You can’t pull pranks on La María Silenciosa. You just can’t. You would be punished in front of the entire crew if you were caught. And if Capitán Salazar even suspected that someone was pranking him, he would line up every man and personally whip each one of them, until someone broke down and confessed. “A Strict Ship is a Safe Ship”, he affirms. So, if you were going to pull off a prank… you would have to be really, really, really subtle.

3. To this day, no one knows what caused Capitán Salazar’s cabin door to jam shut for half a day. Poor Lieutenant Lesaro went to great pains to do everything possible to make sure the door was well-oiled forever afterwards, to make sure it didn’t happen again. Officer Magda stopped by, in between his duties, to see what was happening. “Are you sure you want to put that much oil on the hinges?” Officer Magda asked the Lieutenant. “Sí sí sí!” Capitán Salazar interrupted in a growl. “Put all the oil on!”

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When Lesaro meets pretty girl)

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Nights in Cádiz - Armando Salazar x Reader (Chapter 3)

I know I should be ashamed to come back and write another chapter as if nothing happened BUT at least I'm back so yay.

The dress I picture [Y/N] wearing here is this one. Also, because it's mentioned, here's a guide on the language of fans in the 18th century.

As breakfast progressed, with stolen glances and smirks from your part, Armando felt his face flush. It was highly, highly inappropriate for a lady, specially this young, this joyful, to behave like this. He was her father's friend, he left for his last trip when her mom was pregnant. [Y/N] had her whole life ahead and shouldn't be giving her attention to him.

He looked at Lesaro for help but he only shot him knowing glances back and it made him frown. No, this would not do it. He excused himself and stood up, going for a walk outside the house. Fresh air, instead of the suffocating atmosphere inside.

Lesaro found him soon after.

"¿Dónde vás?", his voice made him pause. It was too easy to forget he was a commanding officer too.

"I need fresh air, Gui."

"I can see that. You're troubled today, Armando, and your face is showing it to everyone. ¿Qué pasa?"

Armando turned around then, a loud sigh leaving him. "It's the señorita, Gui. I...Diós."

Guillermo chuckled, approaching him with slow steps. He knew his friend too well, the same good old Armando from the Academy days in front of him now.

He remembers how Armando was, how he always has been. Passionate, intense, a handsome man who always let insecurities get the best of him on these matters. When they were young sailors, it would brew down to him thinking no respectable woman should be with him because of his father's actions. Then, as they rose ranks practically together, it extended to his capabilities, to him being away for too long and not wanting to hold a woman "hostage to his work", as he said.

Armando never planned on being a captain until Guillermo himself vouched for him. He would be a good one, and time proved him right at every possible instance, but at the cost of his own captaincy offer. Guillermo was a man of the crew, Armando was a man of command and it was the way it was supposed to be.

Being on so many different ships together, the deaths, La Maria and the curse, had brought them impossibly close together. They confided everything to each other. The young Armando who relucted in seeking comfort with brothel women in their stops was in front of him again, insecurity and fear shining in his deep eyes and Guillermo almost laughed at how unfitting it seemed to see this man, strong and stubborn, like this.

"What about her, amigo? You seem to be enjoying each other's company enough."

Armando blushed and Lesaro's eyebrows shot up as he said, "She showed up in my dream last night. We talked, Gui. She held my hand, not even flinching at my cursed face."

"Impossible. She never saw us cursed, never even been on La Maria. Armando, are you sure you simply didn't dream her being there?"

He shook his head, "No, ella estaba conmigo. She mentioned it today before breakfast, when I met her at the hall. No sé que hacer."

To say Lesaro was more amused than he should was an understatement, "Perhaps it is a sign, amigo."

Salazar squinted at him, "No te atrevas..."

"A sign your affections are mutual and you need to stop this nonsense and ask Hugo for her hand."

"¡Guillermo Lesaro!", Armando said, eyes going wide and face red. "¡No, absolutamente no!"

"Armando, we got another shot at life to make things right and be happy. If it lies with her, allow yourself to feel it."

"¡No, Guillermo! La señorita is young, I'm an old, seasoned sailor. It is highly inappropriate and wrong to even suggest such a thing."

"A lot of things changed in these years we have been gone, amigo."

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of someone approaching. One look at her and Armando's eyes softened immediately and she gave them a curtsy before looking up at him again. The dress, green skirt and floral overcoat, the hat on top of her head, the way she looked up with the fan in her left hand, open, the message conveyed so elegantly.

"Am I interrupting, ¿almirantes?"

"No, señorita! I was just telling Armando I have something to attend to at the Armada headquarters so if you will excuse me.", Lesaro bowed to them and walked away, a smile on his face at the playful betrayal.

Armando, on the other hand, held her right hand and planted a kiss on it in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Walk with me, Armando?", she said, smiling. And Armando would not, could not refuse. He offered her his arm, smiling as she took it and they walked towards the gardens.

Spanish translations:

¿Dónde vás? = Where are you going?

¿Qué pasa? = What's going on?

Diós = God

No, ella estaba conmigo = No, she was with me

No sé que hacer = I don't know what to do

Amigo = Friend

No te atrevas... = Don't you dare...

¡No, absolutamente no! = No, absolutely not!

Almirantes = Admirals

Señorita = miss

[wellhellod0lly]

Thank you to @teniente-lesaro for this incredible and adorable gift 🥰

[fanficsbysenneres]

Cádiz

“Gui!” Salazar chuckled, leaning drunkenly over the table. “Gui! Where have you been!” 

Lesaro’s mouth turned down as he stood there staring. 

Salazar was completely dishevelled. He’d lost his blue coat and waistcoat at some point, his shirt-sleeve had a tear running up the length of it, and tell-tale flecks of blood on the front of his shirt confirmed to Lesaro that he’d been in some kind of altercation that same evening. A violent one.

Lesaro was still in the starch-pressed uniform he’d been wearing since they'd docked.

To find him now, in good spirits, in what was undoubtedly one of the worst taverns of Cádiz, made him grind his teeth. 

And Salazar’s welcoming grin did nothing for Lesaro’s mood. 

“Sit down, sit down!” He elbowed everyone around him. “Make room for him! This is my very, very good friend! My oldest friend!” 

“Mando,” he ignored the calculating looks his friend’s drinking companions gave him, “Have you forgotten what tomorrow is?” 

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[its-night-again]

Rewatching specific scenes from Dead Men Tell no Tales and I forgot just how absolutely done with Armando's temper Lesaro looks like when he says "there's no mercy" and nods towards the pirates.

As soon as he turns around and walks away, humming, Lesaro looks like an 18th century version of the exhausted Ben Affleck meme.

My headcanon is that he tried to tell Armando so many times that this endless revenge, this obsessive pursuit would be their doom and this scene happened so many times throughout the years that he can barely contain himself at times like these.