#capiscara

[ceylonmoon]

the tsaritsa’s bloodhound x moon-coded puppet. do you see the vision!!

lyrics from be nice to me by the front bottoms

#genshin impact #capitano #genshin fanart #wanderer #scaramouche #capiscara #scaratano #FUCKK THEYRE SO DOOMED YAOI-CORE… #never were together and would kill each other in a heartbeat for their allies but also were irrevocably changed by each other #does that make sense!!! #sorry im being delusional again

[fourandmoreeyes]

15 CHAPTERS, COMPLETE. VOIDWALKER (CAPISCARA). G-RATING.

[Scaramouche] stopped just short of Capitano and waited. A page was calmly flipped; another was poised on the curve of a clawed finger. It didn’t take long before the papers all fluttered back into place and Capitano lifted his head to regard Scaramouche. The pressure increased, climbing up Scaramouche’s back to rest atop his shoulders. The weight of the world slowly weighed upon his shoulders, and even though he didn’t need to breathe, he felt an inexplicable shuddering in his chest.

　　“Yes, Balladeer?”

The words rumbled in the air. Underneath that, Scaramouche heard a second bassy tone delayed by half a second. And beneath that, he heard barely there whispers that sent a ripple of unease up and down his arms. Unbelievable. Un-believable!! He had a question that he almost pondered to himself, but instead he said it out loud.

　　“What are you?”

#megane writings #fic writing #fan fiction #Genshin Impact #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #il capitano #capitano #fatui harbingers

[furrypowerurbandope]

"The Four Fates of Man: Death, Hell, Purgatory, Heaven" .

Attributed to Manuel Chile, nicknamed Capiscara (Ecuador, c. 1723 - Quito, Ecuador, 1796)

New York, Hispanic Society of America.

#art

[ceylonmoon]

CAPISCARA IN THE SAME FRAME??????

#genshin impact #capitano #wanderer #once again yelling into the void abt a rarepair #oh i am so normal about them #capiscara #scaratano #actually in tears i never thought the day would come #our second canon interaction!!!!!!

[ceylonmoon]

text: “I DON’T SEE THE APPEAL IN BEING CHAINED TO SOMEONE FOR CENTURIES, DO YOU, CAPTAIN?”

#genshin impact #capitano #genshin fanart #wanderer #capiscara #scaratano #sneak peek of my next wip hehe #5 days!!!

[ceylonmoon]

Oh! I just wanted to say I’m absolutely obsessed with your Capiscara content. I’ve found myself falling for this rare-pair, so I started seeking for content without much hope… and I was so surprised there are such talented people like you who also ship it! It feels like a blessing to read your works. Thank you so, so much for all you do ;-;

THIS IS SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! im incredibly happy to see more people in a community as small as capiscara ahh 💞 tbh they’re the main reason why i even started posting my work online because when i started shipping them there was a total of 1 fic and like 2 artworks haha 😭 to see that i’ve helped it spread even a little bit is so amazing 🥹 thank you again!!

#asks #capiscara #asks open

[ceylonmoon]

happy birthday @snapgar !!! i can’t believe you’re taking your first steps now 🥺

#genshin impact #capitano #genshin fanart #wanderer #capiscara #scaramouche #oh thank god i finally improved my colouring and scara no longer looks like a sheet of paper #you mean you don’t look at all your ex-coworkers like that??? #i nearly keeled over wnd cried after looking at wanderer i think ive offically peaked #they’re in love your honour (they haven’t interacted on screen)

[ceylonmoon]

wip of that one iconic leyendecker ad but capiscara except there’s about a 3 percent chance ill actually get back to it

#genshin impact #capitano #wanderer #genshin fanart #scaramouche #scaratano #capiscara #trying my best to ignore how scara looks like a ghost here #tbh i actually do like the sketch its just everything else is kiling me

[ceylonmoon]

obligatory capiscara yearning but not yearning hours.

#genshin impact #capitano #wanderer #genshin fanart #capiscara #scaratano #my blorbos…one day you’ll get your recognition…. #or my characterization will be destroyed by natlan who knows

[ceylonmoon]

heartless

heart·less

/ˈhärtləs/ adj.

displaying a complete lack of feeling; merciless; inhuman

Capitano gets injured, and Scaramouche helps. Kind of.

Word Count: 615

Tags: Mild Blood and Injury, Pre-Relationship, Abyssal Horror Capitano

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51825085

Fic Continued Below 👇

Scaramouche seriously needs to reconsider his definition of sane, he thinks in the back of his mind, ripping apart their little remaining bandages, because Capitano’s stupid sense of heroism definitely did not fall into that category like he had previously thought. Granted, perhaps he was the naive one for thinking any of the Harbingers were sane.

“You are a fool,” Scaramouche snarls, pressing his entire weight onto the wound, sickly dark bitumen spilling out from underneath his fingers. “I was under the impression you had more brains than Tartaglia at least, but it seems I was mistaken.” The bleeding sputters, restarts with a vengeance again, burbling like the half-frozen creek next to them. He is all too aware of how that is the only thing he can feel.

No pulse.

No heart.

Capitano inhales, rattling through his ribcage. “Leave me be, Balladeer.”

“If only,” he mutters. “Pierro would have my head if I returned without his favourite.” He attempts to tighten the soaked bandages around Capitano’s sternum to little success and staunchly ignores some of the tension slipping out of his shoulders for whatever reason. Focuses instead on the strange way Capitano’s blood pools like molten silver and trickles up his arm, eerily life-like. As if some sort of creature has stolen the place of his plasma, has eaten away the remaining mortality left in the Captain.

“You should reconsider calling yourself human,” he mocks. “I don’t know many who have this running through their body.”

“Scaramouche.” The retort dies in his throat as he sees the glare of two…four…however many eyes, ominous blue fog drifting from his mask. “Stay out of it. This is not your place.”

A laugh tears itself out of his chest and Scaramouche only presses down harder, faintly hopes Capitano feels the ache of the laceration. Of course he’d strike right at the core of the thing they’d been skirting around. “If you had wanted me to stay out of it,” Scaramouche hisses, “then you shouldn’t have taken that hit for me.”

Capitano is silent. Stares into the sky. Scaramouche takes advantage of the time to wash out the wound with the creek’s waters, though none of his blood seems inclined to peel away from its host.

Scaramouche cuts away the excess fabric around the laceration and is tempted to swear for a moment. It still doesn’t look clean or close to closing up. The only way to solve this for the time being is to cauterise it.

And it isn’t as if Capitano has a pyro Delusion. Scaramouche takes a glance at him, still steadfastly looking up at the stars, hands straight against his sides. Almost—

Like he’s already dead.

Oh.

It’s hilarious really, when he thinks about it. No heartbeat, no chatter, no breaths. Capitano is essentially a walking corpse under normal conditions.

Damn him. Scaramouche’s fists tighten in the remains of Capitano’s shirt, doesn’t relent in his pressure on the slowly dribbling injury. Like hell he’s going to let him die before Scaramouche can shake some answers out of him and kill Capitano himself.

Hesitation isn’t something that Scaramouche is accustomed to. But he’s hardly unused to gore either, and he has to admit, this is his first time trying to heal with his electro rather than slaughter.

Scaramouche shuts his eyes. Takes a breath.

Capitano finally decides to speak, with the impending conviction of a prophet, hand grasping his wrist for just a second before dropping away. “It matters not,” he says, turns his head to face him, “I cannot die.”

“You aren’t special, Captain,” Scaramouche whispers, lets his hands fill with crackling lightning. “You’re not the only one here that can’t die.”

Release.

#genshin impact #capiscara #capitano #scaramouche #my fic #once again yelling into the void abt a rarepair

[ceylonmoon]

let me spread my propaganda for canonical capiscara for a sec because im being once again insane over a completely made up dynamic:

quick leak warning!! i personally don’t think they’re going to be that important to the progression of the story, if they are real, but feel free to skip:

if the capitano leaks are true (the ones about him being just. a regular human.) you can pry the idea of him being human originally and over the centuries spiraling into a monster out of my cold dead hands. i’m talking to the point he maybe doesn’t even remember what it’s like to be human in the first place. to the point where he’s trying desperately to cling onto those last remnants of mortality since they’re the only things left keeping him chained to his sense of justice. dunno, maybe that’s why he wants to tear down celestia, why he’s still referred to as “human” despite it all, because he doesn’t know who he is if not the purveyor of justice on the behalf of humanity.

besides the fact its just me pushing my abyssal Capitano it would work so WELL as a foil for scara. he’s a puppet that wanted so badly to be a human, only to be betrayed. scara is willing, hell he actively seeks to sever his ties to humanity. but as the wanderer he’s finally able to reconcile with his inherent desire for companionship. for being human. he’s starting to make his peace between his divinity and emotions, and capitano would be able to similarly come to terms with no longer being human.

just…something about the intimacy of being inhuman together. something about slowly teaching each other how to be human in spite of the fact neither of you are. something about how eternity suddenly doesn’t seem so bad anymore, as long as you’re there.

ofc this is just my thoughts on how capiscara could work in canon, though i. personally portray them very differently lol. what can i say, the stoic bastard x asshole dynamic where the other is the only one they’re soft for has me in a chokehold.

#genshin impact #capitano #scaramouche #wanderer #capiscara #why do i always get invested in the rarepairs istg

[ceylonmoon]

hii!! first tumblr post haha and ofc its for my insane ramblings about a rarepair. always happy to spread the word about my blorbos tho and hope you guys enjoy!!!

Relationship: Capitano/Scaramouche

Tags: Post-3.3 update, Angst, Relationship Study

Summary: capitano remembers the traces of a ghost.

#genshin impact #capitano #scaramouche #wanderer #capiscara

[ceylonmoon]

a quiet sliver of time

G | Genshin Impact | Capitano/Scaramouche

Word Count: 1,069

Tags: Plotless, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Rain, Cuddling, Established Relationship

ao3 link:

Fic Continued Below:

The torrent doesn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.

It paints translucent little rivers against the window-panes, pittering down from the roiling grey mist swirling above. A faint tapping trickles in from the branches of stray trees knocking on the walls and mortar; by the next cycle of the sun, one or more of them was certain to be uprooted. The wanderer faintly wonders about what could have upset his mother this time.

“Any chance that we won’t need to delay our grocery trip for the fifth time?”

Beside him, Capitano stirs. “The tempest will not quiet until tomorrow,” he murmurs after a moment. As usual, he doesn’t bother taking a glance out of the window, the knowledge inherent from within somewhere the wanderer hasn’t puzzled out yet.

So effectively, the wanderer thinks as he stares out the window next to their bed, monsoon season has yet again gotten the best of mortal forethought. He and Capitano would scarcely mind going out in such weather— even Sumeru’s most temperamental rainstorms still couldn’t hope to match up to one of the Tsaritsa’s milder frenzies— and Nahida would probably revel in the rain more likely than not. God of Dendro idiosyncrasies, he supposes. But the vendors had hardly appreciated their stock being waterlogged before the customers could even have a chance of bartering, and so the majority of them had packed away their goods for another day. The more weather-wary ones hadn’t bothered to come at all. So it would have bore no fruit to trek out to the bazaar in this state, even on the off chance there were still merchants at their stalls.

The benefit, at least, was that he would get to spend his break indoors. Though he could certainly tolerate the rain, it wasn’t as if he actively enjoyed feeling like a drenched cat every time he stepped outside.

Hm. Speaking of cats.

In a deviation from the usual routine, he finds his lap occupied with both the normal manila folder of assignments to tear apart and the less common undulating oil-slick of Capitano’s hair as he lays— not quite asleep, but in whatever purgatory he found himself in whenever the urge or need struck.

Strangely enough, the urge has been striking Capitano more frequently lately, judging by how the wanderer found his side more accompanied the past few weeks. His running theory is that this sudden onslaught of clinginess likely has to do with the rain and the natural dendro aura of the landscape; something about the inherent concentrated energy soothing over the leylines just enough that it trickled into the abyss, consequently turning Capitano into the equivalent of a cat that indulged in too much cream. The thought nearly causes a smile to spread across his lips because Capitano would absolutely abhor that description, had he known.

Well. He isn’t complaining— in the depths of spring and the emerging traces of summer, the glacial temperatures that Capitano emanated were more than welcome, especially in Sumeru’s heat waves.

Idle, the wanderer wraps a particularly unruly lock of Capitano’s hair around his index. The tendril burbles slightly at him before smoothing down again into its almost-usual form.

“Your hair is getting wavy,” the wanderer notes, absent. “I was under the impression it disliked straying from your usual style.”

One of Capitano’s eyes blinks open. He’s been also forgoing the helmet more often than not as of late, so the void of his face and the innumerable eyes marring it are on display. The wanderer is nearly alarmed by how much more…emotive he is, though he doubts anyone else would be able to tell, the stoic bastard.

“The humidity,” Capitano explains, peering up at the wanderer. Then, with decidedly more amusement in his voice, “It is not that it dislikes new forms. Rather it is simply a matter of…retaining propriety.”

“Hm. So you don’t bother being proper around me? How disrespectful,” the wanderer taunts.

As if faced with a terrible affront, Capitano’s hair tightens around his finger, ripples, and begins straightening at the ends to prove a point.

“You would find it more insulting if I were to act with propriety towards you,” Capitano says, underpinned with something resembling teasing accusation.

The wanderer snickers. “Perhaps I would.” Mollified, Capitano’s hair begins curling into the spaces between his fingers, attempting to draw ever closer.

“The revered Captain,” the wanderer murmurs, brushing a strand of hair out of the abyss that composed Capitano’s face, “Look how far you have fallen. Clinging onto a divine being like this.”

His eye has almost fully shut again at this point, blinking slow and languid. “If you constitute a divine being, then perhaps I may ascend to Celestia yet,” Capitano responds mildly.

“...Maybe you had a point,” the wanderer concedes, abruptly, horribly filled with something like fondness, godforbid. In the back of his mind, he notes that his cheeks are starting to ache. “You’d be much less entertaining if you were dignified.”

Capitano graces them with a breath that could be interpreted as laughter, settling back into something strangely placid. Content, even. “Do you view me as something akin to a circus animal?”

“You were the first of the fools for a reason, I’d assume.”

“I surrender the issue.” Capitano lets out one of his half-breath, half-laughs as his eye shuts fully, dissipating and melding back into the twilight.

“Coward,” the wanderer says, half-hearted, “you just want to go back to sleep.”

No answer this time around, save for a pull at his wrist down towards the bed.

Hm. He has been done for a while anyways. The wanderer sets the envelope aside on the nightstand and extinguishes the lantern with a flick of his wrist. In the meantime, Capitano holds the covers open as an offering, insistently waiting for him to finish up.

“Hah. You really are getting clingy,” the wanderer tells him as he slips underneath the blankets. Behind Capitano, a glancing strike of lightning illuminates the room in a flash, reflecting silver off of his helm sitting faithfully on his side and the infinitesimal constellations spiralling within the chasm and threading through the gloss of his hair. Maybe the blame goes to both of them then, when their limbs end up intertwined immediately, a gravitational tug into orbit.

The wanderer shuts his eyes. He has time to kill.

The torrent doesn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon, after all.

#genshin impact #capitano #wanderer #my fic #capiscara #scaratano #once again yelling into the void abt a rarepair #oh they are SO in love im sobbing #not that they would admit it ofc