#capitán salazar

[fanficsbysenneres]

I like writing two characters bickering.

I like them jabbing at one another (but actually secretly enjoying each other's company).

I like them coming to a place of wanting to protect one another and save one another even though they started out annoying the living hell out of one another.

Doesn't actually matter if I'm writing it or reading it, I just eat that stuff up. Give me enemies to best friends.

#favourite tropes #enemies to friends #potc 5 #dead men tell no tales #fanfic #writing #pirates of the caribbean #Capitán Salazar #henry turner

[intricatecaprice]

Hi there, sorry that it's been a while but I wanted to let you know that your new chapters for your fics have been absolutely wonderful, and if it's alright to ask but have you ever thought of the Spirit/Curse of the Devil's Triangle actually physically manifesting and going after our favorite group? I always pictured something really terrifying looking.

I'm so sorry it took so long to answer! I've been away too long!

Thank you for your kind words about the latest chapters ❤️.

So now to the curse manifesting - as in, manifesting in a corporeal body? It'd be interesting to think about.

I've described a spiritual shadowy body for the curse of the Devil's Triangle (like the one I've described in Bella Muerte), but for a physical one... I'd have to give it some thought.

A physical body means it's also a killable body. I think how you write the curse's physicality would depend how you headcanon the curse began.

I've always wondered if it began with a person (or because this is the potc universe, perhaps a witch, a supernatural being, a god?)

Most curses in potc seem to begin with blood, or are resolved by blood, and so I'd have to also wonder what kind of blood or blood-filled action would bring a curse to life in a corporeal body?

So much to think about... this is a great ask! 😊

#answered asks #pirates of the carribean: dead men tell no tales #capitán salazar #potc 5 #my fanfic

[tache-noire]

WHILE SHE LOOKS SO SAD IN PHOTOGRAPHS

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER

WHEN SHE SMIIIIIIIIIIIIILES

#im literally watching only the parts hes in right now #im skipping absolutely everything else #and im injecting screencaps directly into my veins #dmtnt #potc 5 #potc dmtnt #armando salazar #captain salazar #capitán salazar #i want to make an 'in my lane and flourishing' joke #but that would require him to also be Unbothered and Moisturized and my god he is SO bothered and SO dry

[bellamuertefanfic]

Hey honey I wasn't sure if my thing was bugged but did you delete Bella muerte on Ao3? It's sososos good and I wasn't sure if I kept scrolling past it or if I got the wording right haha ❤️🫂

Hello! Thank you, and no it hasn't been deleted I promise - due to a couple of 'guest' comments recently I've had to make it that only users who are logged in can view it. It makes me pretty sad to have to do that, but all my fics are now only available to logged in Ao3 users.

Let me know if you still can't see it after logging in :)

#bella muerte fanfic #pirates of the carribean: dead men tell no tales #capitán armando salazar #salazar x oc

[clove-pinks]

In other important movie-watching news, I finally got around to watching a film that I have wanted to see since at least 2020, and I am being very unwell about it which is umm. since the film in question is the fifth Pirates of the Caribbean movie, Dead Men Tell No Tales/Salazar's Revenge. Literally for years I have wanted to see this, but I am exceptionally bad at consuming media (which does not help my popularity on tumblr dot com.)

You might think I would watch a lot more Boat Media but I am (weirdly) not into the popular shows; however I do enjoy the PotC franchise even though I have only watched and owned the first three movies, up until now. I got into it in the early 2000s and it's very interesting revisiting it now that I'm in my Marryat Era and all nautical media hits different.

I don't care if DMTNT has Jack Sparrow phoning it in or whatever it is that people complain about, I watched this movie for Capitán Salazar and I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR. It's two in the morning and I'm wondering what was fictional character Armando Salazar doing in the War of the Spanish Succession?? And what would his educational background be since it's before the Academia de Guardias Marinas omfg I have to learn about the Habsburgs I am being very normal and definitely have not read 250k words of fanfiction

#armando salazar #dead men tell no tales #potc #i am five years too late for this fandom rest in pieces #i will take this unhinged behaviour to a sideblog don't worry i just wanted to get this out of my system #going full jstor on this movie #i owe a few people fanfic comments (lots of them) #oaaahh owww ouggh just want to give captain salazar a hug ('totally worth it' i say while dying)

[ha1taniwh0re]

Hi!After the chat on Discord I came up with a request about Salazar who managed to defeat Sparrow and became human again and returns to Spain, there he meets a storyteller who tells the children the stories of the Silent Mary and Salazar is infatuated by her stories, in the end he falls in love with her.

This plot has been tormenting me for some time, if you don't accept don't worry <3

Ah hello love!! I love idea but this block is giving me permission only to write short so yeah sorry that is short T^T I hope you will like it

Somewhere in Caribbean sea

Salazar POV

Finally, my revenge is completed. I killed Sparrow and took trident to Spain. No pirate will be able to have this thing. My crew and me were tht most popular topic in Spain now. While I was walking down the street I saw some kids sitting around young woman. I wanted to see what are they doing so I walked a little further to them

"A story begins somewhere far from Spain, Somewhere in Caribbean sea. Our Capitàn Salazar and his ship The Silent Mary. Capitàn hates pirates they killed his family, so he decided to hunt every pirate that lives. One day he met a silly young pirate called Jack Sparrow"....

I was listening to her beautiful voice saying my story. Unfortunately I had to go somewhere else, I took one kid and gave him coins to put in girl's mug. While I was working I couldn't stop thinking about that girl. She looked like she wasn't really doing it for money, but if she can get money with what she loves to do why not. I wanted to get one drink so I went to a bar. People were having fun, music was good but I won't be here much so Im alright with atmosphere. I sat and got my drink but than I saw that storyteller dancing. She had that beautiful black and red dress. Red flower in her hair. She noticed me and started walking towards me.

"Buenas noches, Capitán. How can I help you?" she said and sat on chair opposite of me.

"Help me?"

"When a man looks at women he wants something, so what do you want Capitàn?"

I smiled at her sentence.

"Well if you want me to be honest, I was admiring you dear"

She blushed a little because of nickname.

"Tell me do you tell stories for money or your pleasure?" I asked.

"Both. It started because of pleasure but people started to pay me for that. Oh and also here I need to give you this back" she said and gave me money that I gave her back.

"Noo, it's yours. I liked your story I payed" I said.

"You payed too much" she said and gave me bag of coins back.

"Than let me take you on a date and pay you like that for telling my story"

"But Im from poor family Capitàn. Why would you go on date with me?"

"You don't need money, I will give you the world so you can tell beautiful stories, my dear" I said and kissed her hand.

She smiled at me.

"Than take me to Caribbean sea, Capitàn" she said and left my table, leaving me without any information about her.

"You never told me something about you" I yelled

She turned around.

"Find me!!"

"At least give me your name, love" I yelled.

"It's (name)" and she disappeared.

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Reblogs likes comments are appreciated 💓

#potc x reader #potc fandom #potc fic #pirates of the caribbean x reader #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the carribean x reader #potc salazar #potc salazar x reader #salazar x reader #armando salazar #armando salazar x reader

[abyssalmuses]

psa; shuffling my muses!

Primary:

Doc Ock (Marvel)

Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Secondary:

Namor (Marvel)

Testing:

Raphael (Baldur's Gate 3; iconless for now)

Severus Snape (Harr.y Po.tter; iconless for now)

Loki (Marvel; iconless for now)

Dropping:

Victor Strange (Marvel; now Discord only)

Capitán Armando Salazar (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Ardyn Izunia (Final Fantasy XV)

Silco (Arcane)

#─〔❨ psa ❩〕─

[flyingflosser09]

Cursed / Armando Salazar x OC / Chapter 16

Chapter 15: https://at.tumblr.com/flyingflosser09/cursed-armando-salazar-x-oc-chapter-15/c40kl19rd8c6

Warning: Mild spice coming up. Marked with *** where it begins and ends.

Armando’s thoughts burdened him well into the late hours of day – or was it night? Sometimes, regardless of how long they’ve been here, even he loses track of time. The bottom of the ship is so dark, it might as well be eternal night there.

Lesaro left to join the crew on the deck hours ago, leaving the Capitán to his thinking. If it was three weeks ago, Armando’s thoughts would be filled with every outcome of Jack Sparrow’s death, the several ways he can kill the pirate to end his eternal demise.

But in the Lieutenant’s absence, the Capitán found his head running wild with images of Samira. And in a moment of weakness, he allowed himself to indulge in his fantasies some more.

He thinks of the future outside the Triangle. There is an estate atop a hill overlooking the vast waters of Spain. Samira awaits him at the entrance, dressed in sapphire blue and hair moving in the breeze. She smiles at him and invites him into her arms.

The fantasy escalates and they are on a ship, a version of the Silent Mary before the curse. She commands the wind to fill their sails and the current to steer them towards the horizon. He’s unable to tear his eyes off her. She is in her element, glowing in the mid-morning sun and from the saltwater spray sticking to her cheeks. In a moment of weakness, he has her in his arms and carries her to the great cabin, fully intended to worship her in the privacy of their bedroom.

When he blinks, he is back at their estate, sitting at a desk and writing letters. The door opens and Samira waltzes in. Armando is shocked when two little boys follow her in, chasing each other with wooden swords and using her skirt to hide behind. And when he regards her again, he finds her belly swollen, on the verge of bursting at any given time. He did not know it was possible for her to glow even more, but there she is, outshining the candles and sunlight leaking through the curtains.

Armando is shaken back to reality and frantically looks about, deeply disappointed to find he’s back in the carcass of the Mary, dead, and cursed. If his heart was alive, it’d ache at the absence of the dream and, to be honest, he swears he feels it weighing down in his chest.

No, he decides determinedly, he must not lose hope. He can have everything he desires and more as soon as he rids them all of this curse. He can provide Samira with the life she deserves, a life filled with luxury and safety. She will never run from guards ever again; he’ll make sure of that. She would have everything her heart desires, even the stars if she wished. He will give her everything and more until the end of his days.

Unexpectedly, Armando is struck with the sudden urge to see her. He hasn’t checked in on her yet today, neither yesterday as he was too consumed with his fantasies, he feared he would mistake her for what he sees in his daydreams. But now, he desperately needs to feel whatever effect she has on him.

Deciding what he must do, he begins his trek to the main deck, limping faster than usual. The main deck is mostly deserted as he climbs the steps to the great cabin before entering the room…only to stop in front of the door. The last time he entered without invitation, he saw her ankles. Although not opposed to seeing them again, he instead lifts his hand and deliver four knocks to the wood.

He hardly finished knocking when the door swung open. There stands Samira, hair neatly draped over one shoulder, and hand holding the bodice of her dress to her chest. She looks radiant in the ocean blue that matches her eyes so splendidly.

“Armando,” she greets him with a bashful tint to her cheeks, “I thought it was you.”

“Have I become that predictable?” he quirks a brow, curious about her intuition.

“I heard the thumping of your sword,” she confesses simply and smiles, “And the crew usually knocks thrice, you knocked four times.”

He wants to comment on her observance but doesn’t. “Have I come at a bad time?” She must have been getting dressed, hence her clutching the dress to her chest.

“Your timing is perfect.” Before he knew it, she pulled him into the cabin and closes the door. Samira moves toward the light of the lanterns and turn her back, saying, “Can you please tie me up? I must admit, I’ve grown spoiled with your help, Capitán.”

If only she knew that he wouldn’t have it any other way. Feeling his dead heart spike at the invitation, Armando steps forward and takes the dainty strings between his fingers. He holds his breath in a very un-ghostly manner and gives the first slow and gentle pull.

However, he is displeased to see the first pair of eyelets meet in the middle, concealing a part of her lower back from view. This needs to last longer, he needs to move slower. And that’s exactly what he does.

Armando shamelessly allows his gaze to roam the exposed skin on her back. Such flawless skin, such a delicate arch and, despite not having the luxury of a bath with oils, she smells of the ocean in the early morning hours. Perhaps, he can allow himself a fracture more…

…

I gasp when feeling his cold fingers brushing against the skin of my back. The brief contact sent shivers down my spine but at the same time, I want to lean back so he can do it again.

“Forgive me, senorita,” his voice sounds behind me, “The strings, they are –”

“Oh, no, it’s alright,” I quickly say before he gets the wrong idea. Quick, think of something that will make him do it again… ah, I know! “Perhaps tug a bit slower? I wasn’t aware this corset is so sensitive.”

“…if you insist.”

The next tug is slower and gentler I thought he was capable of. I have no control over my body as my back arch ever so slightly, my skin coming alive when I feel his cool fingers brush against me once more. It takes every ounce, every fracture of self-control not to utter a sigh or to let my head fall back in ardent bliss.

But, to my disappointment, it ends too soon. Armando steps back after tying the strings and I’m forced to accept the absence of his skin on mine.

“Thank you,” I tell him kindly, hoping he doesn’t notice the blush in my cheeks. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit? Am I in trouble yet again?”

Armando huffs but a ghost of a smile graces his features. Was it my imagination, or was his eyes lingering on my lips a second too long? “The only trouble you are in, senorita, is not forcing Magda to admit defeat. I have never seen him outsmarted in a fight before.”

“I discovered a person’s true intentions are evident in their eyes,” I confess my winning strategy, recalling how I determined Magda’s next move by his gaze. At the mention of that, his eyes lock with mine, and I hope he can read every emotion swimming in my gaze.

To my dismay, he looks down and clears his throat. The black goo is slowly starting to build up at his lips, something I’ve learned happens while in the presence of the living. Although, by now, I can’t be bothered by it anymore.

“I just wanted to see if you’re doing well,” he says, suddenly in a hurry. “I will leave you to it, then –”

“Wait.” Armando stops at my command. Honestly, it was a desperate attempt to keep him here a bit longer.

After learning from Moss that the Capitán enjoyed dancing back in the living days, fixing that music box has become my soul purpose. And only this morning, I won the battle and bested the tiny gears and mechanisms. I fixed a music box. If any man saw it, they would certainly accuse me of being a witch.

Realizing he is waiting for me to speak; I quickly retrieve the music box from the desk to show it to him. “I fixed it this morning. Perhaps this small victory was what fueled my confidence and drove me to beat Magda.”

Opening the lid, the atmosphere instantly lights up as a delicate melody fills the silence. Placing the box on the table, I brace myself for what comes next.

Without asking, I take his hand and place my other one on his shoulder.

Armando takes an abrupt step back. “What are you doing?”

“I happen to fancy a dance, and you, Capitán, happen to be here.”

“No,” he tries retreating again but his feet are rooted to the wooden floor. Instead, he counters with, “It would be no good.”

Following his gaze to his sword acting as a cane, I realize he’s referring to his limp. That damn limp.

But I’m not taking no for an answer.

“I’m not asking you to do a salsa, Armando,” I jest calmly and take a cautious step towards him, “All I want is for you to indulge me any way you can.”

This time, he allows me to take his hand once again. The conflicting temperatures of our skins send a frenzy of shivers through my arm as I place my other hand on his shoulder. It’s like a once dormant instinct coming alive inside him. My heart forgets to beat when his free hand settles on my waist, however, I feel there is still too much space between us.

A final act of boldness drives me to press myself against him, our faces inches apart, so close I can feel his floating hair tickle my cheeks.

Perfect.

I start swaying slowly to the tune coming from the music box and he stiffly follows. Of course, it has been twenty-five years since he danced with anyone, let alone having a woman stand so close to him. It fills me with so many questions – has he been loved before? Was he in love before the curse? Has he ever been…intimate with a woman?

Not that I would know anything about intimacy but given the heavy beathing of my heart and the knot forming in my stomach at the thought of him sharing that with me, I believe my body would know what to do when that time comes. The waves know to crash at the shore just as the ocean knows the tide is high at night.

“Can I ask you a question?” I whisper above the soft music.

Armando nods, “Anything, senorita.”

“Have you been…were you courted before the curse?”

A short silence follows as if he needs to remember before answering, “No, I was not.”

“So, you have never been…” I blush, unable to finish that sentence in fear of how it might sound.

“What is it, Samira?”

My cheeks are ablaze by now, but I gather my courage to say, “Have you ever been with a woman? Before the curse, I mean.”

Instantly, he stops moving and I look up to meet his eyes. He looks at me with emotions I can’t read, although, I believe one of them might be shock.

“I think I should go.” His words fill me with panic, and I grab him before he can pull away. “Whatever it is you are planning, I advise you to forget it. Nothing good can come from any of it.”

“Why?” I challenge him.

“Look at me, Samira. Do you not see what the curse has done? Do you not see the cracks and the filth that leaks from them? Do not tell me you are not repelled by the mere sight of me!”

“I am not.” He tries pulling away again but this time, I grab his hands and guide them to cup my face, holding them there in fear of seeing him walk away. This stuns him enough to pause, giving me less than seconds to convince him of my true feelings. “Armando, I am not repelled by you. I don’t see the cracks or anything you consider revolting; all I see is the curse and what it’s done to you. You are not vile, you are not evil, and you are most certainly not unworthy of love.”

“It’s no good…” he mutters, tracing his thumbs over the apples of my cheeks. “It’s no good…”

Black liquid builds up at his lips and I quickly use the dress’ sleeve to wipe it off. And while my hand is close to his face, my fingers find their way to his jaw, tracing the cracks more gentle than a mother would hold her baby.

He weakens at my touch and leans his head into my hand, “It’s no good…”

I feel a force pulling me closer to him. I’ve never been in such a situation before; but I listen to the instinct and hoist myself up on my toes. With both hands now holding his face, I press my lips to the corner of his, avoiding the black goo as much as possible.

Armando stills like a statue, not daring to move but rather choking on a breath. His hands drop to my waist to hold me there, clutching my hips like he would to his hope to be mortal once more.

After a few seconds, I pull back. However, I’m overwhelmed by emotions and whims urging me to go even further. Like a tidal wave, they build and build until, finally, crashing down on each other and drowning me in wild passion.

Looking up, I meet his eyes, swirling with specs of gold and desire. As I told him before, a person’s true intention is visible in their gaze. And his is enough to set me ablaze with fiery passion. That moment I knew, we both want the same thing.

“To hell with it,” I say before this time, planting my lips fully on his.

The suddenness of the kiss is all he needs to completely fall victim to years of unsatisfied urges resurfacing. The rapier hits the floor with a thud as his hands seize every inch of me they can find, gripping, touching, and holding in fervent desperation. Guiding him to the table without breaking the kiss, I hoist myself up so he can step between my legs. The music box continues its delicate tune, muffled by the ringing in my ears and my labored breaths.

With the last of my self-control lost to the storm within, I reach back to undo the lacing at my back…only for his hand to stop me.

Breaking the kiss, Armando steps back just enough to study my face, thumb lightly tracing my swollen, stained lips before coming to a gentle rest on my cheek.

“We must stop while we still can,” he breathes, hardly as out of breath as I am, being a ghost and all.

“Or we can continue?” I smile and pull him back.

“Dead men can’t act on bodily desires, Samira.”

“You believe that?” My question catches him by surprise, and he stills, hands shaking lightly where they hold my face. He lets go of me gently to observe this new effect, turning his hands over as a frown etch between his dark brows. I know what he’s thinking: does he truly believe himself incapable of desire? Taking that a cautious sign to continue, I say softly, “Now, should I undo my own lacings, or are you going to help me out of this dress, Capitán?”

…

Armando has never been so confused and conflicted in his life – and death. Here she is, an outrageously beautiful woman with perfectly living features and a sharp mind, giving him, a cursed man with skin littered with cracks and scars, permission to act on his desires with her.

And he wants to, he really, really wants to. Since when did he allow himself to feel anything but rage and pain?

Cupping her face once more, his thumbs explore the contours of her skin, brushing over the apples of her cheeks, tracing her lips, and spiraling her hair around his fingers as he wished to do so many times. She doesn’t pull away and holds his gaze, fully accepting of anything he decides upon.

“I am not the man I once were, Samira,” he finally says, desperately trying to suppress the rising heat within him despite wanting it to consume him. “I fear you might not like what you will see.”

If his face is as horrific as it is, he’d rather not behold her expression when she sees what lies underneath his uniform.

Yet, to his bafflement, she says again, “Should I undo my own lacings, or are you going to help me out of this dress?”

The last of Armando’s self-control crumbles and he gives in to his wants. As if reading his decision in his eyes, Samira slides off the table and turn her back on him, looking at him from over her shoulder. There is a slight upturn in her mouth corners, and he slowly pulls the lacing he’s done minutes ago, loose.

The more of her skin he sees, the more it clouds his head, making her the object of his desire. There is no Jack Sparrow, there is no Devil’s Triangle, and there is no curse. There is only her.

Her dress is now fully open at the back, and he allows his fingers to glide down her spine, dipping at her arch, and nearly driving him wild with desire. She is so soft and warm…

She slips the boddice over her shoulders and pull her arms from the sleeves. His once beating heart spikes wildly as she folds down the remaining boddice to reveal the full extent of her back, now bare and open for his eyes to explore.

Before she could turn around, Armando’s hands are running down her sides and around her waist, settling on her stomach and staying there. His entire being is alive with desire by now and a dormant instinct has awakened within him, guiding him to lean down and brush his lips against the crook of her neck.

The soft hitch of her breath stirs something primal in his chest as he drags his lips up her neck to whisper in her ear, “Have you been with a man before, pequeño?” She shakes her head and arch her back against his chest. “Then we do this my way, understand?”

Samira nods, too dazed to speak.

“I will not take your purity today, but I will give you the release you want. But you will have to be quiet. Don’t want one of the crew rushing in while I’m indulging you now, do we?”

To test that, his places a feathered kiss underneath her ear, smirking as her breath hitches but no sound escapes her.

“Good girl.”

***

The breathless whimper she makes at the praise give him to confidence to begin his ministrations. Armando’s hands begin their trek upwards, ever to gently, as he goes back to kissing the crook of her neck. Samira squirms under his touch when he stops just below the curve of her breasts – he yet has to behold their magnificence. A part of him is greedy to look, another part wishes to postpone that pleasure for when he’s mortal and can indulge her properly.

Samira worms in his grip, attempting to get him to take her into his hands. At last, he does.

Armando’s eyes fall close at the feeling of her soft and warm breasts in his cold hands, perked and hard with desire that he brings her. He gives them a gentle roll before lightly running his thumbs over her peaks. Samira’s hands come up to grasp his, arching her back when he gives each a soft tug.

Knowing she has never been with a man and experienced any of this before, makes it all the more rewarding to observe her every reaction. He wonders how fast he can leave her panting and whimpering…

Feeling it’s time to put that thought to the test, his hands let go of her breasts to lift her onto the table. With her back still pressed against him, he takes one of her mounds in his hand while trailing the other down her stomach and underneath her dress.

Samira gasps before biting down her fist, remembering she needs to be quiet. His hand is exploring places hers has never ventured for pleasure.

“Shh, shh,” he whispers against her cheek as her breathing becomes labored and quicken the pace of his fingers, reveling in how ready for him she is. How he wishes he was mortal now.

Samira just about swallows any sound that dares escape her lips by now, clawing at his forearm with her free hand. Realizing she is close to her peak, he curls his fingers at the same time his lips return to the crook of her neck, this time with the intention of leaving a mark...

The Mary jolts as a wave crash against the waterline the moment she finds her release. Samira slumps back against him, chest heaving, skin glistening, and utterly spent and satisfied.

***

At last, she can stop biting down her fist and he gently holds her hand to his face, noticing the slightly bloody teeth marks she left behind. “I take it it was good then?”

Breathlessly, she nods and a smile of fatigue graces her face. “It was perfect.”

His chest swells with pride as he lifts her up and carries her to the bed. Somehow, they settle in a comfortable position with her pressed up against his side, hand resting above his heart.

“I half-hoped you’d allow me to return the favor,” Samira rests her chin on his chest and looks up at him with eyes he wants to drown in. “We could’ve shared this moment together.”

Yes, they could have, but there is a reason why he chose to wait. Slipping a charred, black as coal ring from his finger, he lifts her hand and slide it over her ring finger. Clearly, it’s too big for her, but it’ll do for now.

She stares at the ring wide-eyed until he speaks. “The only time I will indulge all your desires, Samira, is once I’m mortal and have courted you properly – if you’ll have me.”

She looks between him and the ring in stunned surprise.

Feeling worry stir within him, he adds, “I promise I shall buy you a better one once we step foot in Spain, if that is what y—”

She kisses him before he could finish that sentence. Armando welcomes her lips greedily, tangling his fingers in her hair and allowing her to climb atop of him. Her hands on his cracked cheeks leave burning trails in their wake, setting him ablaze with passion and emotions he once thought was dead.

“Yes,” she breathes against his lips and smiles radiantly, “Yes to courtship, yes to the ring, yes to everything.”

Armando can hardly believe her excitement. It has to be another cursed trick the Triangle played on his mind, so he had to make twice certain. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

A curse-free life flashes before him, a life outside the Triangle, an eternity with Samira and whatever they wish to achieve together. It’s enough to make his dead heart beat to life.

“Promise you will wait for me? Promise you will be patient until the curse is broken.”

“I promise.” Unable to contain her happiness any longer, she kisses him once more and somewhere in the distance, even the ocean shares in her content.

Samira makes herself comfortable atop of him and, after a minute, he hears her steady breaths, telling him she fell asleep. Armando silently enjoys watching her peaceful features while playing with her hair, careful not to wake her. Overcome by what can only be love for this woman in his arms, he closes his eyes, relishing in her warmth and everything she makes him feel…

…until he opens them as realization hits.

Not once during their intimacy did he leak black liquid from his mouth.  

#armando salazar #armando #salazar #pirates of the caribbean: dead men tell no tales #pirates of the caribbean #potc dmtnt #potc #dmtnt #jack sparrow #henry turner

[manartu]

¿Cómo se realizó la fundación de Lima según Sebastián Salazar Bondy?

El escritor peruano Sebastián Salazar Bondy, autor de Lima la horrible, le dedicó diversas páginas a la capital peruana, a través de artículos periodísticos, cuentos y ensayos. En el siguiente artículo, el también poeta, dramaturgo y periodista, le dedica unas palabras a la fundación de Lima.   Fundación[1] Escribe: Sebastián Salazar Bondy   Un 6 de enero, cargado con los hierros del capitán…

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#fundación de lima #Lima #sebastián salazar bondy

[lowelll]

el Patriarca Víctor Canul posee doble nacionalidad, su madre Michelle Muse, mejor conocida como Super Sumisa, es Canadiense, sin embargo su padre era un hombre Mexicano conocido como Salazar Canul.

Michelle estaba en Mexico trabajando como mesera en un crucero de lujo, ahí conoció a Salazar, quien era un maquinista del barco, ambos se fueron conociendo y Michelle quedo perdidamente enamorada de el hasta el punto en que se casaron.

Según Michelle, mucho del sadismo machista que caracteriza al Capitán Patriarcado fue heredado de su padre, quien, según sus propias palabras, era el hombre mas sádica que había conocido en su vida (hasta que nació Víctor).

Lo normal en cualquier parte del mundo era que los hombres tuvieran varias mujeres, sin embargo Salazar tomo a Michelle como su única esposa para "poder centrar todo su sadismo en ella".

Ambos vivieron juntos en Mexico durante muchos años hasta el fatídico azote del Misandrite, Salazar fue asesinado por villanas feministas y Michelle, embarazada, tuvo que huir a Ciudad Patriarcado, el resto de la historia ya se la saben.

[gonzalo-obes]

IMAGENES Y DATOS INTERESANTES DEL DIA 22 DE ENERO DE 2024

Día Internacional del Comunity Manager, Semana Europea de Prevención del Cáncer de Cuello Uterino, Año Internacional de los Camélidos.

San Anastasio, Santa Blesila y San Vicente.

Tal día como hoy en el año 2006

En Bolivia, tras ganar en las elecciones del 18 de diciembre de 2005, rompiendo todos los pronósticos, Evo Morales accede a la presidencia de la República, convirtiéndose en el primer presidente indígena del país. Ganará la presidencia de nuevo en 2009 y 2014. (Hace 18 años)

1961

Henrique Galvao, capitán luso, al mando de un grupo armado, secuestra el trasatlántico portugués Santa María, para protestar contra las dos dictaduras existentes en la Península Ibérica: la de Franco y la de Salazar. Finalmente desembarcará a los pasajeros en Brasil y aceptará el asilo político que le ofrecerá el gobierno brasileño para él y sus hombres, visto que la Armada portuguesa pretende hundir el buque. (Hace 63 años)

1941

En el marco de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, tropas coaligadas de ingleses y australianos toman el control de la guarnición italiana de Tobruk y su puerto (Libia) y, para el 8 de febrero, capturarán las localidades de Mersa el Brega y El Agheila. (Hace 83 años)

1936

Tiene lugar la solemne coronación de Eduardo VIII de Inglaterra tras la muerte de su padre, Jorge V, dos días antes. (Hace 88 años)

1926

De La Rábida (España) despega el hidroavión Dornier Wal, bautizado como "Plus Ultra" con los aviadores Franco, Ruiz de Alda, Durán y Rada, con destino a Buenos Aires (Argentina). Recorrerán 10.270 km en 59 horas y 39 minutos de vuelo en varias etapas y llegarán al río de la Plata el 10 de febrero cumpliendo el sueño de unir por aire Europa con Latinoamérica. Las escalas realizadas serán en Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Praia (Cabo Verde), Fernando de Noronha (Pernambuco, Brasil), Recife (Pernambuco, Brasil), Río de Janeiro y Montevideo (Uruguay). (Hace 98 años)

1924

En el Reino Unido, por primera vez, el laborista Ramsay MacDonald alcanza el poder y se convierte en Primer Ministro. (Hace 100 años)

1905

En San Petersburgo (Rusia) tiene lugar el denominado "Domingo Sangriento" al morir cientos de trabajadores y sus familias en una marcha pacífica para entregar al Zar una petición de mejoras laborales, que no responde a ninguna consigna política. La marcha es salvajemente reprimida por soldados de infantería y tropas cosacas. El zar ha abandonado previamente la ciudad temiendo por su seguridad. La sangrienta represión provocará una oleada de protestas en toda Rusia: el divorcio definitivo entre el Zar y la masa de campesinos y obreros se habrá consumado. (Hace 119 años)

1879

En la batalla de Isandhlwana (África del Sur), el rey zulú Cetshwayo derrota a los ingleses. Ésta es la primera derrota que sufren los británicos en el continente africano. Los guerreros zulúes no hacen prisioneros y de los 1.000 soldados británicos y 800 nativos sólo se salvan 50 militares y 300 nativos que han logrado huir. Los zulúes, a su vez, sufren 3.000 muertes de un ejército compuesto inicialmente por 22.000 hombres. (Hace 145 años)

1826

Después de que hace cuatro días se firmara la capitulación mediante el tratado de Tantauco, que incorporó definitivamente el archipiélago de Chiloé a la República de Chile, hoy se pone fin al Imperio español en Sudamérica al perder, la corona española, la Fortaleza del Real Felipe, que protege el puerto de Callao en Perú, cuando el brigadier español José Ramón Rodil y Campillo, que nunca reconoció la capitulación, y ante la falta de apoyo por parte de España, entrega el castillo. Ahora se inicia el proceso de creación de estados-nación por toda América del Sur. (Hace 198 años)

1820

En la batalla de Tacuarembó, en Uruguay, el general Artigas resulta derrotado tras una guerra de tres años y medio contra portugueses y brasileños. Este fuerte revés, tras librar más de 500 combates, significará la derrota definitiva de Artigas y el fin de la resistencia a la invasión luso-portuguesa de 1816. (Hace 204 años)

1655

En Inglaterra, Oliver Cromwell, convertido ya en Lord Protector, mediante un discurso en la Cámara Pintada del palacio de Westminster, disuelve el Parlamento por oponerse a las reformas que de esta institución están saliendo. (Hace 369 años)

[fanficsbysenneres]

Chapter 20: Leaving St Martin

Armando stood at the prow, facing into the strong wind as the Dying Gull sped over the choppy waves, unhappy at their progress.

“I miss La María Silenciosa,” Armando muttered. “We would’ve been there by now if I had her -"

But Henry wouldn't let him be so pessimistic. 

What are you talking about, he cut in cheerfully. Look how much faster we’re going!

“A donkey could outswim us at this speed.”

Yes, well, remind me to buy you a donkey as soon as we get free, Henry mentally rolled his eyes. You can put it in the sea and paddle off to Spain with it.

“Very funny.” Armando’s scowl deepened. "But I’ve seen better bathtubs than this old bucket.”

Oh, stop. Henry was exasperated. We’re doing fine.

“Not fast enough.”

Armando cast another worried glance behind him in the pre-dawn light.

They had been followed by two ships ever since they'd left St Martin's bay. One of them was obviously a pirate ship, its black flag pugnaciously displaying a skull with a golden crown at the top of its main mast; but the other was a fully equipped British navy warship, with no less than 90 cannons by his count.

If he'd still had La María Silenciosa under him, he'd have had no hesitation in turning about and facing them; and he'd have felt a great deal of satisfaction in punishing them for their arrogance.

But he did not have his magnificent Spanish ship, he had a sub-par tub.

To him, there was no question: both ships behind them were to be avoided at all costs – but at present it was an unnerving race, and he feared to see either catching up to the Dying Gull before they reached their destination.

#potc fanfiction #dead men tell no tales #capitán salazar #henry turner #potc 5

[intricatecaprice]

Hi, I just wanted to say that I loved your fanfiction about Captain Salazar. And I look forward to more updates.

Thank you :)  I appreciate that, I’ve been struggling to write. P.S. I’m sorry if you sent this a while ago - I’ve been offline for a long time, dealing with some personal stuff - but I’m working on the next chapter now, and I hope to be able to complete all my Capitán Salazar stories before the end of the year.

#capitán salazar #armando salazar #potc 5 fanfic #pirates of the carribean: dead men tell no tales

[juarezesdeporte]

DESCARRILA LA LOCOMOTORA EN MIAMI

El Paso, Texas., domingo 6 de agosto de 2023.-El Paso Locomotive FC (West-6, 9-8-5, 32 puntos) cayó 4-0 en su primer encuentro con Miami FC el sábado por la noche en el FIU Stadium

El Paso concedería el primer gol del partido en el minuto 13, posteriormente Miami duplicaría  su ventaja justo antes del final de la primera mitad a través de un tiro penal. El entrenador en jefe y director técnico, Brian Clarhaut, también sería expulsado antes de concluir la primera parte del encuentro.

A pesar de jugar una segunda mitad más fuerte, El Paso no pudo encontrar un avance y les volvieron a anotar dos veces más en los últimos minutos del partido. 

El Locomotive ahora emprenderá el viaje por carretera rumbo a Phoenix para enfrentar el sábado al Rising FC.

NOTAS DEL EQUIPO

El mediocampista Luis "Lalito" Moreno, de 17 años, registró su primera titularidad con el Locomotora, convirtiéndose en el segundo jugador más joven en la historia del club en iniciar un partido.

El defensor y capitán del club, Yuma, hizo su tan esperado regreso desde que se lesionó la rodilla el 5 de mayo en Colorado Springs Switchbacks FC.

El mediocampista Liam Rose regresó a la cancha desde que se lesionó el tobillo en casa contra Oakland Roots el 22 de julio.

GOLES

MIA 1 - Joaquín Rivas (Christian Sorto) 13'

MIA 2 - Joaquín Rivas (Penalti) 45+4'

MIA 3 - Nick Hinds (gol en propia puerta) 90+1'

MIA 4 - Gabriel Cabral (Mark Segbers) 90+4'

ALINEACIONES

ELP – (4-2-3-1) Benny Diaz, Erik McCue, Jose Carrillo (Yuma), Eder Borelli – C (Nick Hinds), Marc Navarro (Miles Lyons), Eric Calvillo, Luis Moreno (Liam Rose), Petar Petrovic, Denys Kostyshyn, Aaron Gomez (Ricardo Zacarias), Luis Solignac

Suplentes no utilizados: Javier García, Louis Herrera

MIA – (4-3-3) Adrián Zendejas, Aedan Stanley, Ben Ofeimu, Paco Craig – C, Mark Segbers, Ryan Telfar (Ben Mines), Boluwatife Akinyode, Gabriel Cabral, Joaquín Rivas, Michael Salazar (Kyle Murphy), Christian Sorto (Claudio Repetto)

Suplentes no utilizados: Jake McGuire, Dennis Dowouna, Curtis Thorn, Gustavo Rissi

RESUMEN DE MALA CONDUCTA

ELP – Aaron Gomez (Amarillo) 45+1', Brian Clarhaut (Rojo) 45+3', Marc Navarro (Amarillo) 49', Erik McCue (Amarillo) 50'

MIA – Ben Ofeimu (Amarillo) 62'

ESTADÍSTICAS DEL PARTIDO: ELP | desaparecido en combate

GOLES: 0|4

ASISTENCIAS: 0|2

POS. %: 50|50

TIROS: 9|16

TIROS A PORTERÍA: 3|5

SALVADOS: 2|3

FALTAS: 13|7

FUERA DE JUEGO: 0|3

ESQUINAS: 5|8

Próximo juego: sábado 12 de agosto en Phoenix Rising FC. Inicio a las 9:00 PM tiempo de la montaña en el Phoenix Rising Stadium.

#local #Youtube

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What is your relationship with Armando Salazar and Davy Jones?

I've never had the ..pleasure.. of meeting Capitán Salazar, though I am aware that like most of us, he and Sparrow have a past.

As for Jones, I would consider myself a glorified babysitter, for Lord Beckett's benefit.

#v: admiral #anon ask

[clove-pinks]

tagged by @theancientvaleofsoulmaking, thank you my friend!

Favourite colour: all shades of purple

Last song: MacDonnell on the Heights by Stan Rogers. 😭 (Someday... someday I will visit Brock's Monument and Lieutenant Colonel John Macdonell's grave.)

Last movie: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales. Very underrated potc movie, Javier Bardem put his whole pussy into Capitán Salazar and deserved more screen time and a better ending,

Currently watching: Putting the Flint in Flintlocks. A really interesting short instructional video about sourcing and using flints for blackpowder/flintlock gun enthusiasts; practical tips and tricks and shows how the flint is set in the gun. How all your blorbos from c. late 17th century to the 19th century prepared their gun locks and maintained them. (You can get 50 shots from a flint in good conditions!)

Other stuff I watched this year: Les Mis the stage musical, in Chicago (A++ peak experience)

Shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: idk, I always have quite the to-watch list going on.

Currently reading: endless academic papers, mostly

Currently listening to: PLÜM – To Stay

Currently working on: Finishing a project about the role of the Royal Canadian Navy in the Battle of the Atlantic

Current obsession: Haunted by thoughts of Fort Meigs and (perhaps relatedly) how much I would love a pair of Napoleonic-era boot gaiters.

tagging @maudeboggins, @cadmusfly, @fleur-de-paris, @agnetaseafoam, @victoriansecret, @mooseofthesea, @sanguinarysanguinity, @kaxen, @rowzien, @meerawrites, @apurpledust, @linguisticparadox, @artgirlfunkel, @nebylitsa, @iamthemaestro, @suddenly-frankenstein and @suburbanbeatnik if you feel like doing it!

#tag game #procrastination station