#LALO SALAMANCA. (MUSE)
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insanityofvaas · 2 years ago
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WIP what day is it?
Tagged by @josephseedismyfather and it took me a long ass time, sorry about that!
Tagging a bunch of you, no pressure ever: @chocopinda @jasonsnowwhitebrody @ignaurcio @ignaciosalamanca @themadknightuniverse @michaelmandog @coked-out-euro-trash @kidkubrick and anyone else that wants to do it!
I'll give you a little bit of one of my current WIPs. Calling it "Caught", but no idea if I'm keeping that title. Or if I'll finish it because, hey, writing has been fighting me every step of the way the last few weeks; tons of things started, zero finished!
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"I thought I'd fucking hate you, hermano." 
Vaas, with Lalo pinned against the wall, one of his hands holding a wrist captive above his head, leans in to sink his teeth into the man's neck. He can smell engine oil mixed with cologne and sweat. It's strangely intoxicating. 
"Because you had him first. Because I'd have to share." 
Vaas bites down harder and his other hand covers Lalo’s mouth. He knows him. Lalo is as much of a talker as he is. But, right now Vaas wants him to listen. 
"And I fucking hate sharing. What's mine is mine."  His. That’s how Vaas views Nacho, and he knows that Lalo does, too.
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And there you have it. Enjoy the glimpse!
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shepcdr · 5 days ago
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for a while, they tread forward in relative silence — watching, listening, vigilant ... waiting for something to happen. But the facility looks to be in complete lockdown. There's no one in sight, and power supply's been cut off to most areas. It proves more work than necessary to pry their ways through side doors and into sealed rooms, and the search for any resources mildly useful to their main cause is swiftly abandoned in favour of working their way further towards the centre of the base. They might as well get this done fast.
The quiet is broken when something pings on Shepard's omni-tool. He curses under his breath, lifting his arm to examine the thing when Garrus comes to a sudden stop behind him, mirroring his movement. And then Miranda ... wait, all of them?
Shepard turns back to Lawson and Garrus, who exchange several silent glances between themselves before Miranda ( who's best suited to decipher whatever this is — in the case that it was transmitted from somewhere within ) nods, pulling up her omni-tool. He watches her examine the information for a moment before she meets Shepard's gaze with a furrowed brow of her own.
" Someone's transmitted a program to all of our omni-tools. Looks like something meant to obscure our locations. I can't say for sure without activating it, but it was sent from within the base. " Aha. Their suspicions confirmed. " I can't pinpoint from where exactly, not without a few minutes to work at it. "
A program transmitted to them... to obscure their location? Shepard mulls over the revelation, and its implications, for just a moment. " Activate it. "
If she's at all alarmed by his command, she contains the reaction well. Still, her warnings carry the faintest hint of concern: " This could be a ploy by the enemy, Shepard. Do we really want to risk it? "
" If they've managed to patch that through, then they already know we're here. " What's the worst that could happen? Their omni-tools deactivated by some Trojan horse...? That doesn't matter; Shepard's got another means of extracting the data. Given what they've been asked to do here, he's come prepared for any technological sabotage. " Activate it. "
She does so without further protest. But there's no time to observe any unintended consequences as a tremour rocks the floor beneath them, accompanied by the sound of a not so distant blast powerful enough to leave a light ringing in his ears — Shepard stumbles, darting a hand out to brace himself against the wall. They recover quickly enough, turning their heads to peer down the hall they'd been crawling along.
" Sounded like a missile. " Not the most reassuring of thoughts, being trapped in narrow hallways in front of enemies armed with missile launchers. But Garrus is probably right.
" Move out! " M-8 held at the ready, he surges forward and towards the source of the tremour. It's easy enough to track from the yelling and the continuous barrage of gunfire that loudens as they approach. The operatives are scrambling, disorganised, and he can't make out what the hell is going on even as he flattens himself against a wall directly nearby, except that they're thoroughly preoccupied by whatever's in the hall with them — completely unaware that they're about to have company.
Shepard rounds the corner and opens fire.
The Cerberus unit drop like flies. Within seconds, he, Garrus, and Lawson are all that's left upright. ( Maybe the soldier bodily rammed a foot deep into the wall by a blast of biotic power. Sure, they'll count him in. ) " Well. Don't know if that was the jammer at work, or if we're just that good... "
Shepard leaves Garrus to amuse himself with his comedy routine, stepping closer towards the bodies strewn across the floor: all Cerberus operatives, from the looks of it. Either there was some infighting that the Illusive Man hadn't thought to tip them off to, or there was someone else here. ( A third party? Was someone after the same data they'd been sent to retrieve? ) Shepard's eyes slide upwards to the wreckage of jagged metal and exposed ceiling beams where a stretch of ventilation ducts used to run, glancing back and forth between the expanses of galvanised steel on either end of the mess left behind by the missile. A smattering of bullets trailing down on one side, fired up into the underside of the vents, drew his gaze...
There's movement behind him, rifles readied and aimed up towards the ceiling. His squad have caught on. Shepard lifts a hand, motioning quickly for Garrus and Lawson to hold their fire before he calls out:
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" Doesn't look like that's working out so well for you. " He strains his ears, but he can't catch any sound from above. He's not even sure whether there's anyone still in there; but if there was, better to draw them out before moving on. " This is Commander Shepard. We're here to shut this place down ... we are armed, but I'm not interested in taking any unnecessary lives — come out, and we won't shoot. "
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An  unremarkable existence  has its perks; namely, this moment, the fact that Iris doesn’t think anybody is really going to be too concerned if she’s not among them. Two separate groups for lockdown protocol  ⸺  if anyone remembers her, they’re going to think she’s supposed to be with the others, that’s all. She’s a lab assistant, not the cell’s first line of defense.
Of course, she knows how to defend herself. Really, she’s probably better suited for this, than for taking notes and handling specimens, anyway. She’s alone in the ventilation systems, crawling on as quietly as she can, keeping a mental track of the blueprints of the base. All she had to do was to take a little longer gearing up. What her aim is... well, that’s to be determined. She doesn’t know who’s attacking. In all likelihood, they’ll blow the base up and she will be killed anyway. Honestly, that’s what she’s expecting. At the very least, though  ⸺  at the very least,  she’s not going down as one of them.
She would rather die alone in the vents than fighting for something she wants no part of.
Ever since they had kidnapped the salarian and begun experimenting on a live person, she had been trying to plot a way out. An escape, first and foremost; she thought it’d be delusions of grandeur level to think she could do anything to shut this down on her own, and it’s too dangerous to ask questions enough to determine whether anyone was having the same doubts she did. But at least to not have any part in it... Pushed further and further into what she would consider unethical territory, Iris probably should have come to that conclusion years ago, but it had taken seeing a person (the kidnapped salarian, now dead), brought to the labs for only the purpose of testing species-specific toxins as weapons, for her to open her eyes, for good.
All she had ever wanted was justice for her brother. Now she’s going down with a cell of a xenophobic terrorist organisation.
If she can escape, OK. But, Iris decides, crawling towards the labs in the vents, her omnitool obstructing Cerberus systems from tracking her location, since that can’t happen with her colleagues alive anyway, she’s going to take down as many as she can, herself. It’s not like she can hail a cab out of here; taking control of one of the shuttles is her only chance. She could fly one... in theory. Maybe. But this base needs to be destroyed for her to have that chance.
She positions herself with a visual from the vents towards the bulk of the guards blocking the entrace to the main labs and listens in on their communications, confident enough in her hacking skills that they can’t detect her on the line. Through the guards’ communications, she accesses their data of non-Cerberus entities on the premises. And, almost on a whim, sends the code she uses to obscure her own location through the guards to the systems they’re monitoring. Sure, the guards will notice the data transfer, but they won’t immediately know where it came from and what it’s for; it’s a long shot, but if whoever is attacking are smart enough... they now have access to the program she’s designed to make themselves untrackable.
Maybe it’s if they’re dumb, not if they’re smart, she’s not sure. She could be trying to send a virus.
Maybe it’s a security protocol she’s unaware of, but it takes the guards less time than she’d figured to pinpoint the source (that is, Iris), and she barely has the time to retreat from her position when the missile launcher is pointed directly at her.
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She backs off in the narrow space and rolls to cover her head, the spot where she was just lied on her stomach on now a burnt and warped metal hull; there’s smoke, and noises; she bends over herself to turn around, and moves, fast, trying to hold onto any sense of direction.
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slamminslamminmcgill · 6 months ago
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doing ket with lalo 🥰 lil drabble based on my last dick appointment teehee
warning: intox (ketamine, weed, and poppers. mentions of mushrooms and coke), rough sex, choking, anal
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Special K, Vitamin K, Indica cocaine, Horse tranquilizer; ketamine goes by a lot of names. It’s one of many substances that you knew about in the abstract, but you’d never been in the room with it. That is, until you started sleeping around with Lalo. Growing up as a prince in the Salamanca dynasty, he’d been around oodles of drugs his whole life, and he could get you anything you were curious about. You wanna trip every once in a while? He’ll get you a pound of shrooms to keep you sufficiently stocked for your travels. And Salamanca weed was BY FAR the best you’ve ever had, be it smoked or eaten in something delicious. Coke was still a bridge too far for you, but ketamine sounded like a relatively safe alternative. Like, it’s used to treat depression. That’s gotta be a good sign, right?
You brought it up to him, and the next time you saw him, he brought some over.
After a few bong rips and an introductory round of rough fucking, you were warmed up and ready to try it.
“So... what's it feel like?”
"Well, ketamine is a dissociative, so you'll feel slowed down. Your body will feel heavy, might stumble when you walk...” Lalo poured some white powder on a compact mirror, and cut them into neat lines using a metal credit card. “The only visual difference is things will have, like... a trail to them, kinda. Like, you can see the movement of things more clearly... I like it for sex 'cause it makes it feel like there's more of an impact to it, y'know? Everything hits harder."
"And it's safe, right? Like you can't overdose on it?"
"Oh, yeah, nah, you'll be fine. We only got half a gram here, anyway. If you take too much, you might go into what's called a k-hole. But if that happens, you just go to sleep. No big deal.” He tapped the credit card on the mirror to shake some excess powder off, then continued to cut the lines. “I've actually been to parties where everyone's on too much K and they're all zoned out. Kind of a bummer, actually."
Not wanting to overdo yourself and kill the vibe, you thought it best to start slow. "Give me the tiniest baby bitch line you can."
"You got it. Just tap me if you want more, okay, mijo?”
“Okay!” You replied with a cheery grin.
Lalo gave the credit card a few final taps, and pointed to the smaller of the two lines. "Take that one." He brought his straw to the bigger one. "You've snorted through a straw before, right?"
"Uh... no actually."
"It's intuitive. You'll get it." Lalo said before serving himself the thicker line. One deep sniff, and it was gone, up inside his nostril. He sniffled a few times, sucking in the trace amounts stuck to his nose hairs, and grimaced at the flavor. “God, I hate that taste. So nasty.” He reached over and grabbed one of the two soda bottles on the nightstand. The other was for you. He warned you about how gross and chemical-y ketamine tastes. After cracking the bottle open and taking a swig, he handed you the straw. “Go for it, chiquito.”
You followed his lead: inhaling the powder, cringing at the chemical taste, and taking a drink to wash it down. You sat still for a moment, allowing the drug to take effect. “Hmm… okay…” You mused, evaluating your altered senses. The first thing you noticed was a feeling of being weighed down. That must be the heaviness he mentioned. You waved your arm in front of your face, and you noticed individual frames of motion as it moved. A trail, just like he said. “Okay… I think I’m getting it.”
“Yeah, there you go!” Lalo smiled and wrapped his arms around you from behind, hugging your back to his chest and kissing the top of your head. You felt more pressure in his touch than usual. It felt deeper. “Now… where were we?”
Not long after, you found yourself on all fours, ass up, pressed into the corner of your bed. Lalo had you in a headlock, his arms crossed around your neck, choking you as he rammed his thick cock into your weakened body. Your fingers fumbled with the poppers you were holding, desperately trying to huff them and open up before he could rip your asshole apart. He growled feral filth in your ear the whole time.
“Mmm, you know what’s the best part about ketamine? It’s that you get so relaxed… So pliable… So stupid… It’s so easy for me to just… mix your fucking guts around… Use you however I want… And you can’t do anything to stop it... Only thing you can do is just. Fucking. Take it.”
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feninina · 1 year ago
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𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙗𝙗𝙜𝙨 ༉‧₊˚.⁀➷
my muses
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༘⋆@. ꒱ kendall roy.
༘⋆@. ꒱ roman roy.
༘⋆@. ꒱ one direction boys.
༘⋆@. ꒱ shiv roy.
༘⋆@. ꒱ thimothée chalamet: laurie, lee, nic, kyle.
༘⋆@. ꒱ cillian murphy: himself, tommy shelby, raymond leon, neil lewis, jonathan crane, jackson rippner, j. robert oppenheimer, robert fischer, emmett, tom buckley, kitty braden.
༘⋆@. ꒱ five seconds of summer.
༘⋆@. ꒱ jesse pinkman.
༘⋆@. ꒱ lalo salamanca.
༘⋆@. ꒱ nacho varga.
༘⋆@. ꒱ saul goodman / jimmy mcgill.
༘⋆@. ꒱ anakin skywalker.
༘⋆@. ꒱ adam stanheight-faulkner.
༘⋆@. ꒱ peter strahm.
༘⋆@. ꒱ mark hoffman.
༘⋆@. ꒱ amanda young.
༘⋆@. ꒱ klaus hargreeves.
༘⋆@. ꒱ evan peters: himself, tate langdon, kit walker, kai anderson, jimmy darling.
༘⋆@. ꒱ society of the snow cast. (mostly enzo)
༘⋆@. ꒱ stray kids. (mostly hyunjin)
༘⋆@. ꒱ tom hardy: himself, alphie solomons, eames, reggie kray, tommy colton, eddie brock.
༘⋆@. ꒱ brad pitt: tyler durden, cliff booth, joe black, benjamin button, achilles, jack conrad, david mills.
༘⋆@. ꒱ jacob elordi: himself, nate jacobs, felix catton, him as elvis.
༘⋆@. ꒱ barry keoghan: himself, oliver quick.
༘⋆@. ꒱ reneé rapp: herself, regina george, leighton murray.
(it’s a long list i’m so sorry)
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𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧
・῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ i am comfortable writing fluff, nsfw, age gaps, dark themes, violence and i think that for the dark themes it’ll depend on the character, but i will put warnings anyways. however i won’t use slurs, i won’t write about dd/lg and some specific kinks.
・῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ estoy cómoda escribiendo fluff, nsfw, age gaps, temas turbios, violencia y creo q para los temas turbios obviamente dependerá del personaje, pero pondré advertencias de todos modos. de cualquier forma, no usaré slurs, no escribiré dd/lg y algunos fetiches en específico.
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roleplaying-lawyer1999 · 6 months ago
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Roleplay call!!
Looking for people who share my slightly outdated obsession
I do mostly cc x cc, both romantic and platonic. Also I’m both open to Canon compliant, slight AUs and complete AUs.
I’m currently most interested in
-Better call Saul (myself as either Lalo Salamanca or Nacho Varga)
-Far Cry 3 (as Vaas Montenegro)
If that’s your thing, do interact or send me a message to discuss and plot, I’m pretty open in regards to your preferred muses.
Minors do not interact, I’m looking for someone 18+, ideally 21+ since I’m in my twenties.
Considering the nature of the source material, it’ll have some dark tones, but let me know if you have any triggers or limits I can avoid.
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tacticalvalor · 2 years ago
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for: @unrclypirxte muse: lalo salamanca; charming cartel head and master chef extraordinaire. continued from a prior interaction, linked in source!
There was a lot of curiosity to be had with this new arrival, but it was out of his hands. The higher ups said they'd found interest in some South African dealer who was… where was he again? Rook Islands? The locale escaped Lalo. But, the group seemed trustworthy enough if Eladio's reactions were anything to go by. He was enthusiastic; almost scarily so. 'Anything to get an edge on the Chicken Man', he'd said. Most of the gaggle that'd been sent mainland weren't too much to look at. Typical mercenary types who liked to amp up the 'big and tough' act. It was amusing in a weird way, and had it not been for the recent nature of their allianceship, Lalo would have absolutely tried poking the bear and seeing where the cards fell.
Then, there was Hoyt's right hand.
Lalo hummed at the compliment she'd tossed. Admirable. He'd be lying if he said the thought didn't swell his pride, at least a little bit. But he was more curious in her curiosity. Curious of how she casually waltzed over and looked over the array before him. A warm snicker escaped at her pun, eyes squinting with a hint of playfulness as he'd shot a faux disappointed look at the cheesiness of the joke.
"Carne asada steak tacos—Family recipe." He grinned, proud of that fact. "I'll make sure to save you a plate when it's done."
It wouldn't be too long, by the looks of it. The meat was turning a nice, rich color thanks to the added marinade. After that, it was just a matter of tossing everything together and folding it up real nice. So, at least for now, he would indulge the small talk. It would be useful to gain a bit more information about things, after all.
"Ah… Sometimes. Most people here know better than to make assumptions like that, but every now and again," he laughed, shaking his head, "it can get pretty interesting. But hey, better to catch people off guard, no?"
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seraphtrevs · 2 years ago
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Just a few musings - I know you’ve mentioned the headcanon (supported by Tony Dalton himself) that Lalo was expected to be the educated Salamanca and went to university in the States, but how do you think he felt about it? While he’s clearly a very intelligent man he doesn’t strike me as the conventionally academic sort and I can see him spending all his college years socialises at the expense of his studies. I especially like the idea that as part of his well rounded education he was expected to learn multiple languages but with the exception of English (since as you mentioned his mum might have been American) he never picked up one. But he probably still breaks into nonsense French or Latin any time he wants to sound smart.
You can definitely argue that - this is one of those issues that's really on the outside of canon because we don't know enough about Lalo to know how he would feel about school. It's possible he didn't take it seriously - I mean, he doesn't seem to take anything that seriously, not even getting shot in the throat. I hadn't considered the idea that he was chosen by the family to be the one who got an education, which I really like - there's a lot of potential there.
But my highly personal head canon (to be taken with a grain of salt!) is that he did well in school. I also think he wanted to go and went to school in spite of the Salamancas. Salamancas don't seem big on strategy - it's all brute force with them, "Salamanca muscle." I'm not sure if they'd value a college education, particularly since it would involve Lalo being away for several years when he could be learning the drug trade. (But again, I could definitely be talked into the idea that the family realized that by some miracle, they somehow got a Smart kid, and decided to make the most of it by sending him to get some book learnin'.)
So I think he wanted to go, either for himself or to please his gringa mother who wanted him to have some connection with the US. And maybe it was a mildly rebellious thing for him to do - like, if you're from a family of criminals, doing something respectable is the way you'd thumb your nose at your family.
As for partying, while Lalo doesn't shy away from it, he really seems happiest when he has something to puzzle over. He's charming at Eladio's party, but that's wheeling and dealing more than him enjoying himself. He plays poker with his underlings, but that seemed more like a way to get to know who he was working with (like how he christens Ocho Loco - it was more interesting for him to learn about the kind of guy Domingo was than it was for him to win). He also loves to drive fast cars, like when he has Nacho take him to the track, but I get the sense that the real fun for him is tinkering around with the engine, which is more about fixing a problem than an adrenaline rush.
The moments he really seems to be enjoying himself, to me, are when he's doing his detective work. Look at the whole "Werner Ziiiieegler" scene in 5x01 - his whole "what's he up to, man? What's he doing?" doesn't seem frustrated to me - he's got a big smile on his face, excited the game is afoot. This doesn't necessarily mean that he'd like school, but to me it shows that he's more of a brainy guy than a party boy like Tuco.
I've said before that I think of him as a Classics major, because I think he would identify with the larger-than-life figures and bloody history, but also the philosophy. Because I think philosophy would also be a good major for him (and uh, it's actually going to come up later in my current Lacho WIP 👀). I like this idea because you can work Tony's yin-yang tattoo into Lalo's character if he has an interest in philosophical traditions. (I think I'll make a separate post about Lalo and philosophy because this is already so long, as usual lol)
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familyromantic · 4 months ago
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not per say selfcest but also in a way indeed selfcest but... I do have an OC who is heavily based on myself for Better Call Saul, who is Lalo Salamanca's sister and also in a incestuous relationship with him. Besides that, I personally headcanon the Salamancas to at least have weird incestuous vibes amongst each other (in the similar vein of "only a Borgia can love another Borgia", they have the motto that "la familia es todo", so family is everything, including outsiders they let into their family) and at most to be uniquely romantic devoted to each other.
I actually did begin writing a fic for these two that chronicles their relationship a bit from their teenage days to now when they're middle-aged, and even include some fucky scenarios with their cousins, but alas, the muse has not kissed me again to continue on that beyond their first shared kill and that time they got caught by their uncle :(
Gotta love the weird families. Wish you inspiration for your fic, anon ^^
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thexandersonxbunch · 6 months ago
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LAVENDER: You inspire me
8: The mun’s favorite fictional character.
♧: what fandom do you really want to join in the rp community?
☠: Who is a muse you would want to play?
Tysm honestly same 💜💜💜💜
I love too many tbh lol but probably rn it’s Lalo Salamanca
Nothing rn tbh but I do with the Fbawtft community could be back despite everything that’s gone down
Tbh I’m contemplating bringing back Lyle/giving Shiloh a brother lol
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loadednachosao3 · 6 months ago
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Thinking about how Gus & Hector beef could exist in the dadmaxxing au and what if Hector was either Gus’ boss before he and Max could get Pollos up and running or somehow involved in their immigration (or adoption??) process??
Hector is not only homophobic AF, but he’s also prejudiced against Gus for being South American. And most likely super racist towards him for being black too. So in any of those scenarios he would absolutely abuse his power and make life as difficult and miserable foras possible Gusmax, but *especially* Gus, as possible…
ooh yeah, I was musing on it a little more and was thinking that maybe it might relate to Max getting hurt via homophobic hate crime by Hector long before Nacho was in the picture
and while Max just wants to live and let live (even if he almost died), we all know how Gus holds onto grudges...
perhaps it happened while they were all in Mexico, and Hector only moved to ABQ (with his groomer nephew) recently... so there's nothing Gus can do about it legally, he can just seethe and hope Hector slips up while also locking Nacho away like a princess in a tower
this would also mean he'd be super shocked to hear Hector is in the same city, and it'd be why Nacho hasn't heard horror stories/cautionary tales about the Salamancas before. they just wanted to move on and never tell their kid about that, but now here they are, chased by the ghosts of their pasts, and have to sit Nacho down and tell him why the Salamancas are bad news...
only to get "you're lying! you just don't want me to be around Lalo! and if anything did happen, it couldn't have been that bad! and if it was, Lalo isn't his uncle anyway! and and and" and it just breaks his dads' hearts
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promshub · 1 year ago
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#promshub — a 18+ plus, low-activity, independent , selective and mutuals only multi-muse roleplay blog for muses from various media (but mostly video games). all muses are canon complaint and headcanon influenced, but i mostly do whatever i want. this blog is for in character writing and ooc thoughts, each muse has a side-blog for aesthetics and headcanons. read rules before following.
RULES // INTEREST TRACKER // MEMES // PSD CREDIT // FREE PALESTINE
lunafreya nox fleuret: @oracula viktor: @hexclaws john "soap" mactavish: @bravo71s alejandro vargas: @a1ejandro farah karim: @kiloactual ada wong: @blacktailac lalo salamanca: @axegrind jamie "phoneix" adeyemi: @hotbling
bold = highest muse at the moment
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insanityofvaas · 2 years ago
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Here's a little Vaaa/Lalo for you all. It was one of the ways I was going to work on that other piece of mine called "Caught." But since that has a new life, I decided that this can be a standalone mini piece. No title, alas.
Heavily inspired by all of my wonderful talks with @chocopinda and my own crazy mind and a piece I commissioned recently.
Enjoy!
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Pinned against a wall, hands above his head with one held captive, steadily becoming more and more breathless as hungry kisses steal the air from his lungs. 
This is a scenario that Lalo is familiar with. He's usually the one doing the pinning and the initiating, save for those rare times where he works Nacho up, and even then he wrests back control within a matter of minutes. 
This isn't that. This is him strictly on the receiving end, held in place by a body bulkier and more powerful than his own. 
Not Nacho. 
Vaas.
Vaas, who doesn't relent like Nacho would. Vaas, who shuts down every attempt Lalo makes to free himself by pinning him in tighter or slamming his wrist more forcefully back into place against the wall. It's a night and day difference between him and Nacho. 
Lalo must be the luckiest man in the world to have both. 
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devilishcro · 2 years ago
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Writer known as #DevilishCro. Bisexual. They/She. Canadian. EST timezone.
Loves: Lacho, Better Call Saul, Breaking Bad, The Sopranos, Daredevil, Sons of Anarchy. Lalo Salamanca & Ignacio Varga Enthusiast. Kim Coates. Theo Rossi. Tony Dalton. Michael Mando. Bob Odenkirk. Patrick Fabian. Rhea Seehorn. Muse list below.
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viktorgf · 8 months ago
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hi. wet beast time
tagging everyone again sorry hehe @red-nightskies @scalpelsister @benwishaw @lxmbert @shellibisshe @ghostfvcker @oc-musings @rosayoro @a-treides @loriane-elmuerto @rosayoro @pavus @jacobseed @kyberinfinitygems @pitchmoss @thedeadthree @confidentandgood
POLL PROMPT 🫵🏻🫶🏻
tagged by my angel @leviiackrman to post a poll w 5 of ur faves and let people pick their favorite 🫶🏻🫶🏻
i’m gonna start w the women and then follow up with the wet beast men version if u even care skdnksnd
tagging— @bloodofvalyria @benwishaw @scalpelsister @lxmbert @teamhawkeye @shellibisshe @ghostfvcker @oc-musings @florbelles @rosayoro @bearsgrove @a-treides @loriane-elmuerto @pavus @jacobseed @kyberinfinitygems @unholymilf @pinkfey @pitchmoss @wlwaerith @lavampira @bethesdas and you!
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nombreux · 3 years ago
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eduardo salamanca was a man of many demeanors, he molded to each situation which he was faced to deal with. he could go from being the most exuberant character that anyone had ever met--funny, charismatic----------------------------------dangerously charming, to being the feared man for which his name lived up to. the thing about lalo, is that no matter which face he was wearing, he was always thinking, always plotting-------------------method to his madness. 
he had been standing there, just starting at her, praying that she wouldn’t try to come up with some excuse. i screwed up. i know and just like that his entire demeanors shifts. there’s a smile on his features, but that smile-------------------------------------it wasn’t to be trusted. 
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‘ para que lo admitas, @nenarabia​ ‘ ( so you admit it ) he says, his smile shifting a little bit, features more serious, almost remorseful. he walks up closer to her, filling the distance between them. his hand reaches up and grabs her face, lightly at first, and then his thumb presses into the hollow of her cheek, index mimicking the same motion, guiding her gaze  up at him. ‘ ¿qué vamos a hacer con esto, mi amor ? ’ ( what are we going to do about this, my love? ) he shakes his head, lets out a sigh. ‘ you’ve made quite a mess. ’ he says, switching to english. 
* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS | ACCEPTING !
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tiomuerte · 4 years ago
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NONVERBAL STARTERS! - ACCEPTING
palm - smack them upside the head.
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Oh, oh, oh! Did Charley just - ? A RANDOM crippled man, smacking him upside the head? Him? LALO SALAMANCA? Cartel member? Did he not know, or was he just BLINDLY stupid?
Even Beth didn't dare, and he saw that dark look in her eye. Mental note for later to ask his cousins about her, mainly Marco.
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"Dios mío," He breathed firstly, disbelief consuming his tone without so much as an attempt to hide it. Lips curled into a small smile, head tilting forwards, "An apology would be nice, gringo."
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