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Автор | Author: is unknown, sorry

[kyraghosty]

{~} Death {~}

« W-What are you ?! »

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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 !

[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.

[its-night-again]

Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

- Salazar to Lesaro at some point.

[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

[esgiletheblack]

When Lesaro meets pretty girl)

[kathaariawrites]

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 🥰

[compassfreed]

New Muses to interact with as I get this blog changed over and a muse page made which wont happen until Monday due to me NOT having access to my laptop.

1. Lieutenant Guillermo Lesaro

2. Officer Nico Cortez

3. Officer Emilio Santos

4. Capítan Armando Salazar (Main Muse)

[thundersongfury]

Lesaro: I love you, my captain!

Salazar: Scandalous! Lesaro, our Lord forbades two men from loving each other in THAT way!

Lesaro: But I thought... Our Lord also teaches us to give sinners, even such ones as pirates, a chance at repentance... And you, my captain, seem to always... you know... so I thought...

Salazar: ... ...!

aw Lesaro really said gay rights 🥰

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Автор | Author: Caillou the Corgi

[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.

[phoenixduelist]

Based on a conversation with @mvrtogg

I present the idea of Izzy-Marcell-Lesaro First Mate/Second in command solidarity with insane captains.

[esgiletheblack]

Chibi Lesaro and Hooligan mood

New coloured version of old scetch)

[hampop]

Some dmtnt doodles plus my version of the nun from the fic!