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Some harbinger game night hcs cuz why not??
Pierro- I just know this man would be a god at basic games like chess and checkers
Dottore seems like the type of person who would have an amazing poker face or would eat uno cards
Capitano is just happy to be there at this point
Arcleccino would throw hands 1000% when something doesn’t go her way
Columbia prob needs her beauty sleep
Pulchinella is there to make sure they don’t kill one another
Sandrone secretly messes with games so she wins
Scaramouche will do whatever it takes for him to win 100%
Pant alone is good at monopoly (I don’t make the rules)
Signora is done with all the harbingers
Genshin is quite fun, and I’m enjoying these designs a lot. 1st Nov, 2022
retired harbinger!capitano x florist!reader
capitano runs into you by chance. it's a cold day in snezhnaya, as it usually was. the snow fell slowly, the sun was hidden behind grayish-white clouds, and the soles of his winter boots crunched hard into the ground. he expected nothing from the day nor from the people he would run into.
until he saw you.
"sir! sir!"
you were out of breath when you had caught up to him, your breath heaving heavily as you took a hold of his sleeve.
"what is it?"
he didn't try to hide his disdain or the fact that you were bothering him, but that didn't deter you. not in the slightest.
and you smiled at him. breathless and bright-eyed before raising your other hand, in it was a flower.
"for you, sir. i hope you have a wonderful day!"
you were a florist. your little shop being something he casually passed by without a second glance.
he took the flower you offered to him, and bid you farewell, but this time with a softer tone than before.
and as you ran off back to the front of your shop to get more flowers for each passerby, he decided that maybe he would walk down this road again tomorrow.
Eponymous
Then, before Capitano can reach him to cut him down, the boy turns. He is Snezhnayan, by his pallid complexion and hollow cheeks, and a little bit older than Capitano saw by the back of him- but still a boy, and perhaps still too young even to be made a soldier. A shame, to throw one’s life away so young. Capitano takes in the firm set of his shoulders and the Vision at his hip and sees, for a moment, a past so far gone it should be lost completely, folded away and washed out to sea like so much sand. Righteous conviction, baseless ambition. A mirror.
capitano character study! i think about him a lot. and his struggles... oh man his struggles.... his suffering <3 his body horror entire existence <3 what a dreamboat am i right or am i right
I don't even play genshin, but I was somewhat inspired by tiktok
✦ A good nap is important. We will take care of you.
(I will not forget those who says he has no chance of returning or be playable. I'll remember this, you stay on that side.)
⚠️⚠️⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 5.3 NATLAN ARCHON QUEST⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
very very rough wip (ik all I do is post wips keke ⚰️)
Captain,,, my sweet moonchild,,,,,,,, ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
HELLO GENSHIN FANS
Here's some personal headcanons of my Capitaru designs! I drew this a while ago, but I wanted to post it here to Tumblr since I'm trying to move my art here
Tartaglia [He/It/ + neos] is roughly 6'4, covered in battlescars that he wears proudly with freckles scattered all over his body. He has longer hair with colours that are more resemblant to his beta design ♡ His eyes are also differently coloured as he is mostly blind in his left eye! He is stronger, faster, more trigger happy and unhinged. he uses the power of the abyss to his advantage
Capitano [He/It], on the other hand, is very headcanon based — going off of the hc that Capitano is some abyssal monster, he ranges in height but tends to sit at a steady 8'6ft. In this hc, he hails from the abyss and is a strong, capable harbinger. Large with a mysterious, thick aura of death, any room Capitano walks into turns cold.
Capitano and Tartaglia are comrades and good friends! Sometimes Capitano even becomes Tartaglia's impulse control when needed.
Capi will still not entertain Tartaglia with a spar, no matter how much Taru begs and pleads LOLL
Under the cut is the closeups of the doodles!
Gays
Artist: phenylshark ( Twitter)
“What use is the Gnosis in your hands?” “I don’t know what you mean, but it sounds like this is about more than the Tsaritsa.”
Everyone else: “Capitano has personal stakes in this?” “He is going against the Tsaritsa?” “What does he want?” etc etc
Me: Mavuika doesn’t know what a Gnosis is and/or doesn’t understand what they do?? Is she even the archon???
The Legend of Capitano
The evening mist rolled through the quiet village of Liyue like a whispered secret, shrouding the cobblestone streets and thatched roofs in a spectral embrace. Lanterns flickered dimly, casting shadows that danced along the walls as villagers hurried home, eager to escape the encroaching darkness. Tales of a fearsome figure had spread through the town like wildfire—an enigmatic warrior known as Capitano, one of the dreaded Harbingers of the Fatui. The stories spoke of his martial prowess, of battles won and enemies vanquished, but more than that, there were whispers of something supernatural, something that sent chills down the spines of even the bravest souls.
You had come to Liyue seeking peace, a place far removed from the conflicts that plagued the rest of Teyvat. Yet, as the tales of Capitano reached your ears, it became clear that even this tranquil village was not immune to fear. The villagers spoke of shadows lurking in the woods, of a great figure clad in dark armor, and of an unseen terror that stalked the night.
It was on one such misty night that you found yourself wandering the outskirts of the village, drawn by a strange compulsion. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the moon hung high above, illuminating the path ahead with an otherworldly glow. You had always been captivated by the unknown, by the tales that stirred the imagination, and now you found yourself drawn into the very heart of one such legend.
As you ventured deeper into the woods, a sudden rustling caught your attention. Your heart raced as you turned, expecting to see a mere animal, but instead, you found yourself face-to-face with a figure draped in shadow. The imposing silhouette loomed before you, armor glinting in the moonlight, a dark helm obscuring his face. It was Capitano.
“Lost, are we?” His voice was deep, resonant, and sent a thrill of both fear and intrigue through you. There was an authority in his presence, a strength that made your pulse quicken.
You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. “I was... curious.”
“Curious?” He stepped closer, the light catching the edges of his armor, revealing a fierce expression beneath the shadows. “Curiosity can lead to peril, especially in these woods. Many have wandered too far and have never returned.”
There was something almost hypnotic about him, a magnetic pull that drew you in despite the warnings echoing in your mind. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your curiosity piqued even more.
He tilted his head, a glimmer of something—perhaps amusement—flashing in his eyes. “I am the guardian of these woods, or perhaps a specter, depending on who you ask. The villagers fear me, as they fear the unknown. But fear is a double-edged sword. It can protect or consume.”
His words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. You sensed a depth to him that transcended mere martial prowess—a complexity that made him both fearsome and fascinating. “Why do you stay here, then? If they fear you so?”
“Because I am bound to it,” he replied, his gaze piercing through the veil of night. “These woods have secrets that must be guarded. My duty is to ensure that those secrets remain hidden. There are forces at play that even I cannot fully comprehend.”
The tension in the air thickened, and a chill ran down your spine. You wanted to ask him what he meant, but something in his demeanor warned you to tread carefully. “But what about the villagers?” you ventured, your heart pounding. “Don’t you wish to show them you mean no harm?”
A shadow passed over his features, a flicker of sorrow mixed with determination. “They would not understand. To them, I am a monster. They see only the surface—the armor, the darkness. They do not see the burden I carry. To break that perception would require more than mere words.”
You stepped closer, feeling an inexplicable connection forming between you. “What if I could help?” you offered, your voice steadying. “What if I could show them that you’re not a monster?”
Capitano studied you for a long moment, as if weighing your resolve against the shadows that cloaked him. “It would not be easy. Fear runs deep, and once instilled, it is not easily erased. But should you choose to tread this path, you must understand the risks.”
You nodded, a surge of determination coursing through you. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Perhaps you should be,” he replied, a hint of a smile breaking through the darkness. “But bravery often lies in the face of fear, does it not?”
Over the next few days, you returned to the village, emboldened by your encounters with Capitano. Each night, you would meet him in the woods, sharing stories, learning of his past and the weight of his role as protector of the secrets hidden within. As you grew closer, you realized that beneath his fearsome exterior lay a soul burdened by duty and loneliness.
With each passing night, you formulated a plan—a way to bridge the gap between him and the villagers. You spoke of Capitano’s virtues, of his bravery, and the purpose he served, hoping to dispel the darkness that surrounded him in their eyes. But skepticism ran rampant. The villagers were too entrenched in their fears, too quick to dismiss your words as folly.
“You’re risking everything for a man you barely know,” one villager admonished. “He is nothing but a specter, a harbinger of death.”
But you couldn’t give up. You felt a connection to him that you couldn’t explain, a shared understanding of the burdens that came with their respective paths. “He is not a monster! He is protecting us from the true dangers that lurk beyond our perception!”
On the night of the harvest festival, you finally devised a plan to reveal Capitano’s true self to the villagers. You invited them to the woods, promising a spectacle that would dispel their fears once and for all. You hoped that, if they saw him not as a shadow but as a man, their perceptions might change.
As the villagers gathered, whispers of doubt filled the air. You stood before them, heart pounding in your chest. “Please, trust me! Capitano will show himself.”
With a wave of your hand, you called out to him. The silence thickened, the air electric with anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, he emerged from the shadows, his armor gleaming under the moonlight.
Gasps echoed through the crowd. Fear was palpable, yet there was also intrigue. Capitano stood tall, imposing and formidable, yet there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at you, urging you forward.
“Fear not,” he called, his voice steady. “I am not here to bring harm. I am bound to these woods, to protect that which is sacred.”
But the villagers remained wary, their fear outweighing your efforts. “You’re a monster!” one shouted. “We know what you are!”
At that moment, you felt the weight of their fear pressing down on you, but you refused to falter. “He is not a monster! He has protected us, hidden us from true danger! You cannot let fear dictate your lives!”
Capitano stepped closer, lowering his head as if to bring his presence to their level. “Listen to your hearts,” he implored, his voice echoing in the silence. “I am but a guardian, tasked with a purpose you do not yet understand. Embrace the truth, and you shall find peace.”
Slowly, the atmosphere began to shift. Some villagers took tentative steps forward, curiosity igniting where once there had only been fear. But others remained entrenched in their distrust, their eyes darting between you and Capitano.
“Who will stand against me?” he challenged, his voice rising above the murmurs. “Who will join me in the fight against the darkness that threatens to consume us all?”
In that moment, you felt a flicker of hope. One brave villager stepped forward, heart pounding yet resolute. “I will,” they declared. “If he truly protects us, then I will stand with him.”
With that, others began to follow suit, stepping out of the shadows of their own fear. And as the realization spread through the crowd, Capitano’s presence shifted—no longer just a figure of dread, but a symbol of hope.
As the night wore on, you watched the villagers engage with Capitano, their laughter mingling with the whispers of the night. The fear that had once held them captive began to dissolve, replaced by an understanding that had once felt so distant.
In that moment, standing beside Capitano, you felt a warmth blossoming within you. Together, you had shattered the chains of fear that bound the villagers, transforming dread into camaraderie.
Yet, as you looked at him, a thought nagged at the edges of your mind. You knew that even now, the specter of fear was not entirely vanquished. But perhaps, together, you could face whatever lay ahead—whether it be darkness or light.
Capitano met your gaze, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. In that moment, you understood that legends could evolve, that they were not merely stories of fear, but of the courage it took to confront it.
And perhaps, just perhaps, the legend of Capitano would transform from one of dread into one of resilience, a tale of a guardian who stood steadfast against the night, with a heart that beat fiercely beneath the armor.
I've been eating my words . . . 🥲
I will fucking riot if they kill this man... Don't do it, hoyo.
What Kind of Engagement Ring Would Capitano Propose to You With?
I'm really feeling—
–this one, for some reason. I feel like it just fits. You know, color scheme and all that.
Feel free to reblog to share your own ideas though. :D
Siri, play "Monster," by Lady Gaga.
I will fucking riot if they kill this man... Don't do it, hoyo.
..What that hand do though? 😏 (I'M SO SORRY FOR MY BEHAVIOR)
OMG HE'S HERE!! THE CAPTAIN!!!
OMG OMG OMG, I MISSED THE DROP, BUT HOLY HELL—
HE'S HERE! At long last, Capitano is here!!
My husband has arrived!! 😍
Don't worry, he'll come home. Trust! 🙏
guys i'm not okay
i need to write a capitano fanfic fo ease my soul😭😭😭😭
Been thinking about the Traveler being reminded of Inazumas War during Natlan, and an Open Arms Reprise I saw/Heard that sparked an idea about Teppei and Vichamas deaths, so i’m about to make it everyone else’s problem.
Spoilers, obviously
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With every scrape of blood off the sole of her once gleaming white boots, the sound of every solider and innocent lost being counted in the rest area, she was reminded of flashing lightning.
Of Gorou returning from unsuccessful search and rescues. Of Kokomis deep eye bags, Of….him. He who never got to try on his uniform.
A dash of moonlight reflected on Paimons hair, now drained from all the tears she had shed, wrapped in the blondes scarf.
She had really been with her through everything. The one constant Lumine could always count on.
“Captain?”
The once familiar voice had the outlander turning immediately.
“Teppei?”
Smiling in his Watasumi uniform, the apparition waved happily . As if he had never died. The friendship bracelet made from his first broken dummy still tied neatly as he stood by a crackling blaze.
“Thats me! It’s been awhile, huh? You look pretty tired, you can rest here by my fire, if you want.”
As if in a haze, she moved forward, an in a foolish leap of faith, jumped to hug her fallen friend, silent tears staining his uniform as he returned the embrace.
When she pulled back, the reality came in.
“You’re dead.”
“Yup.”
“Then how..?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, the former soldier looked off to the side.
“Night…uh…Kingdom stuff? I won’t be here for long, but I met this guy in the afterlife, and he mentioned you made it here, so I wanted to check on you! He helped me out.”
“He?”
Another figure fizzled into view. One she had seen only days ago. But this form was mutilated, ripped apart. He couldn’t have….not after..
“Vichama….?”
He didn’t meet her eyes.
“Rifthounds are the worst, aren’t they?”
Prodding the small flame with a stick, the fallen sighed.
“Once this flame goes out, we’ll be gone for good. You can have my stuff if it’s not too destroyed when….if…you get back. I doubt anyone else will want it.”
“The Captain of Swordfish || will definitely make it out! You haven’t seen what she can do! She’s amazing!”
“You’re weirdly positive for someone who died a long and agonizing death, y’know.”
Eyes of gold welled, the onyx haired patting the log next to him.
“You can let it all out while we wait, Captain. The dead tell no tales, right?”
———
And so, Lumine did just that. Told him everything. Sumeru, Fontaine, and what had happened so far in Natlan. Desperately, she didn’t wish for this moment to end. If only she had obtained Pyro from the Statue, she would have made Vichamas Fire burn eternally.
As it began to fade, Teppei rose from his seat, holding out his hand toward her.
“It’s time to keep moving on Captain.”
“…How Teppei?”
Wind was his only response as she took it all in. He was right, and she knew it. As she took his hand, Vichama cut in.
“I….I know you’re probably tired of all this war and bloodshed, but you’ve got the chance to have a life to live. Someone once told me to Keep them in their heart to bring them home.”
“He’s right! And give all the kindness you can, well, if you can.”
Carefully handing Paimon into her arms, the Inazumian smiled weakly.
“Remember how even during the war, our friendship still made us both feel happy and warm? Don’t give up on making friends like me again.”
The Verdette now stood, his ripped canopy outfit getting stuck on a twig for a moment before he was able to respond.
“And I know from..you know..that you probably might feel like we like we blame you for not being able to save us, but we don’t. Atleast I don’t.”
He faded away first, tossing her a dog-tag necklace with a key attached, leaving just Lumine and Teppei, who admired the mountain view, even in the pitch darkness.
“Y’know, life really is amazing. Everyone takes it for granted until they lose it, so…”
Slipping off his identification tag from around his neck, the deceased pressed it into her hand.
“Even after all this, try to greet the world with Open arms, ok? It’s going to be hard, but I think you’re capable of anything, I really do.”
Just like Vichamas, his visage began to fade, ruffling her hair as he disappeared.
“Thanks for everything, Traveler. I couldn’t have asked for a better Captain, or a better friend.”
One final time, he smiled.
“Goodbye, my friend.”
The fire flickered to nothingness as he vanished.
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Paimon stirred, yawning as she shifted around in the swaddle Lumine had made with scarf as the outlander began to prepare the hot air balloon.
“Paimon had this dream about Teppei and Vichama, and a huge war in….”
As she floated to oversee the region from above, the cheeriness in her voice all but faded.
“Oh…Guess Paimon wasn’t dreaming about the war then…is…is it really not over?”
“Not yet Paimon. Soon. Open arms.”
“Open arms? Whats that supposed to mean?”
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Link to the Open Arms Reprise that gave me this idea!:
Yea thats it.
Enjoy.
