#find me a lalo

[ianmckellen]

Tony Dalton as Lalo Salamanca BETTER CALL SAUL | 5.10

[v7n5]

Just realized that my feeling towards Lalo Salamanca has always been gender envy. This is so humiliating.

Like i can't believe this man is real. He looks like he should be in gone with the wind or something. Handsome bastard.

[nativeboyfriend]

Been easing back into making art again by holding myself to doing 1 little sketch a day in an atypical style (for me) based in various quotes I like. Here’s 3/29 - 4/3 minus one day because my head was weird. Idk where the first quote comes from, second is from a tumblr post about canaries, third is from Survival by Adult Mom, and the last two are both from Jenny Holzer’s Plaque Series.

[el-michoacano]

gucci

You guys seem to enjoy when I write Aurelia hanging out with Lalo, so here you go! Enjoy! 🖤

Also tagging @rosayoro, @chordsykat, @seraphtrevs, @spice-curls, @lokisinsurrection, @sword-day and @chocopinda

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"Is that shirt Gucci?"

Lalo puffed up like a pleased peacock, grinning ear to ear. He said, "It is, yeah."

Aurelia rolled her eyes at him. How was it that she was the only member of the family who didn't go around looking like a clown? Even tio Hector dressed like a Scarface reject.

She and Lalo were sitting in the lobby of El Michoacáno, waiting patiently for Nacho. He was late, but Lalo didn't seem bothered. He was in an exceptionally good mood today. His shirt was exceptionally bright, too, sunny yellow with a noisy print of red and pink roses. It was a mess, and Aurelia cheerfully said, "I wouldn't put Gucci on my dog."

"You have a dog?" Lalo, naturally, was unbothered, sipping at his Modelo. She swiped it, took a swig, then wrinkled her nose in distaste before she slid it back toward him. He laughed at her for it. "Pegged you more for a cat person!"

She was, and she didn’t even have a dog, but she didn't say so. Instead, she said, matching his wide grin with a little smirk of her own, "Your shirt is blinding me."

"It's dazzling!" he replied, laughter in his voice. Outside, the Javelin pulled into the lot. He didn't seem to notice. "Admit it, Lia, you're dazzled." He caught sight of Nacho out in the parking lot, and his smile shifted to something knowing. Lalo had caught her watching him. "Oh," he said, "you are dazzled."

Aurelia didn't bother denying it.

Lalo was dazzled, too, she knew.

This was going to be a problem.

[grvntld]

here's how tahday's morning kisses from borg went 😆💓🐶

[otogariado]

i already knew that lalo and howard were gonna be buried under the superlab together, but man, is it super fucked up to see how it happened in full detail

[the-unofficial-village-idiot]

I have a concerning amount of dreams about delivering pizza

[gregmarriage]

this was gay sex, and on the better call saul bench and everything

[ladysophiebeckett]

despite lalo's carefree rich hippie appearance, he's actually worse than omar. lalo finds out about the embargo and about fernando dating lety for the company and he just decides not to tell anyone about anything. but insists that he's a person that sees the good in ppl. if he's a good person and emphasizes that lety is a person who wears her heart on her sleeve, then why are you not doing her a solid by telling her the truth? lalo can choke.

[allowcase]

drawing the most deranged pairings in the most mundane situations is so fun

[thekimspoblog]

I still think it's very silly. But this was at least a better explanation of why people like this.

I think a reason that makes laloward so compelling is that Lalo and Howard are characters LITERALLY never meant to collide. It's made pretty explicit in the show in the way that Howard is pretty much the last remnant of *Jimmy's* life getting destroyed by Lalo, the representation of *Saul's* criminal world. In the end, though, Jimmy/Saul serves as a bridge for Lalo and Howard.

You can't ignore that any kind of Howard/Lalo relationship could really only work under a certain set of conditions (if we want to adhere to the universe of the show) and none of the conditions are favorable, adding a new type of complexity to the whole thing- it all depends on how you interpret the conditions they're under. There's a lot of nuance once you start thinking about those conditions apart from their basic dynamic. Like yes it's crazy sociopathic cartel member × golden boy lawyer, that's the idea. But considering the actual mechanics of their relationship, are we thinking about them under the impression that Howard doesn't know Lalo is a drug lord? Or does he know and stays despite it for whatever reason? Either condition creates different routes the relationship could take and that's just so intriguing.

On a different note, season 6 Lalo and Howard are perfect doomed toxic old man yaoi material. Lalo is pissed and Howard is pissed + vulnerable. Lalo plays people like it's nothing and Howard is naive. Yes he's logical but his logic only goes to a certain point until he starts thinking with his feelings. Lalo has a lot of traits he doesn't, things he'd be left wanting given the state of his life in s6. All of this to say that Lalo would surely get a kick from influencing Saul's world by affecting Jimmy's world as a power play. And it wouldn't exactly be difficult to do it. Lalo gets a new toy to play with and Howard gets to buy into the little act Lalo puts on for him. Maybe that's them at the start and as time goes on things get more serious (i like to think), just depending on how you want to interpret it. But no matter which way you slice it, theyre not stable and things will end badly, like most things in the Gilliverse....

They're so different but you can still find common ground between- and a large part of that comes from Jimmy/Saul. Someone who's a pain in both Howard and Lalo's asses. Go figure.

[richeeduvie]

Birds of a Feather - PART ONE?

Darkish!Aaron Hotchner x Reader Sorry Lalo and Roman girlies I was on an Criminal Minds binge and I had to...and I also want to write more idkidk

It's moments he's remembering, from when you joined the team to when Aaron realized there was feelings in him for you. It all comes down to use for the justification of things he's done. He will do.

The person he's become for you. For you. That three letter word is easier on the tongue than the word because. It's less of an excuse that way.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

WARNING: Mentions of death, violence, things of a graphic nature. Criminal minds stuff. Jealous, possessive Hotchner. Entitled behavior. Toxic behavior and relationships. OC!Hotch sorta cause I don't think he'd turn into this crazy of a person, but reader's just that hot lol. More tags to come maybe cause Hotch is only going to get worse.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

Aaron never thought that the person that would change him would be the woman who smiled too much. He never thought this change would come harshly - all for you, the one who joined the BAU's team 6 months ago.

The one who currently has the whole team looking for their retainer case, including him.

He's almost silent when his head hits the bottom of the jet table. But Aaron hears your giggle and he's sure he hears Rossi's smile.

"I don't think it's right for you to have the leader of this team on the floor to help you and then for you to laugh at him."

"Oh, lighten up on the kid, Hotch."

Aaron stays under the table, Rossi's not able to catch the stern, even sterner way he looks there at the older man's words.

"And I'm not understanding why you - on how we have let Rossi off the hook when it comes to finding your retainer case."

Aaron's voice stays leveled talking to you, never rising in tone or going low. It's him as he always is, but under the table with you. It's not different.

It's not different. The way the blood in his cheeks come warm, it's not different. And it has to be that way for a multitude of reasons.

"We've silently agreed it's because he's old. Or, that's what I assume. And I assume I'm right."

It's Spencer coming out from the bathroom, his voice dragging out the word 'old' factually, casual. Not unkind, just the way Spencer is - and it makes the team smile and scoff. Or both. Unless you're the team's leader, then Spencer's words only bring a simple, slight curve to the corners of his mouth.

And what was barely there in humor drops at the sight of you smiling at Spencer. Spencer's words. Not at Spencer. It's all innocent.

What it is shouldn't matter anyway.

It drops, Aaron ignores the uneven, heavy feeling around his chest to the point he doesn't know why it's there when he can't anymore.

You smile too much.

"I'm old, and when you're old, you'll take the word as an insult when it is, and you'll use your age as an advantage when it benefits you. I think if my bad knees were going to ever be beneficial, it'd be now."

"I'll take your word for it, Dave."

"I think it's a great show of a leader to do this for one of their members of the team. To put in the work to find something very valuable to me."

"...It's a retainer case."

You smile at Aaron. He doesn't blink, but his eyes are never wide. There's nothing to smile about.

"And it wasn't in the bathroom."

"I don't think it's anywhere on this plane, my love."

Derek sits back in his seat, almost slumped when he does. "I know this seems dorkish, I think Reid being my plane seat partner recently has been affecting me, but I'm in the mood for a board game. Sorry, Reid."

You can see Reid turn to Derek Morgan to J.J across from them, then back to Reid.

"What's so dorkish about board games?"

"Come on, man. When you hear the word board games, do you think of the word cool, do you imagine a cool person who constantly plays board games?"

"I think of them as a way to cheaply and effectively spend time with loved ones and friends while igniting competition and entertainment. My favorite is Clue if we're going for a more simple conversation, but there are many, especially more modern ones that require more strategy, have deeper narratives, or are particularly just beautiful in design. I'd have to see a list."

Derek smiles with teeth at J.J. She leans her head back and smiles without.

"I feel like the point I was trying to make was proven there."

"What point?"

Your smile never lets up. It doesn't make Hotch smile, but it makes him unable to turn away.

With you, he's beginning to have moments where he doesn't understand why he does the things that he does. It goes against everything he's ever learned. But, he's not about to profile himself to see if he can fix that. Not yet, anyway.

Maybe he'll be able to look away, and you'll stop being someone whose smile and eyes and tilt of the head makes him warm and nearly angry. You don't deserve that anger even if you don't know it's there.

"I think going up against Spencer in a boardgame is a losing game. But I kinda want to, now."

"...Let's get up."

You listen to him, taking his hand when he helps you rise on your feet.

"I think I'll take to the corner, do a cognitive interview on myself to see if I can remember where I put the fuc...damn thing."

"I've told you to watch your language."

You have a problem with swearing. You have the skill of making it sound bright, charming. It's unprofessional. Hotch doesn't know or care to see the way his group softens their banter to look at you and him.

"I just did, I feel proud of myself. But sorry."

He doesn't say anything, but he watches your throat bob.

"And it may be a retainer case with my retainer, but not just just, Mr. Hotchner. Mr. Hotchner, Sir. Mr-"

"Don't hurt yourself, kid."

Your smile turns to Rossi, Hotch tilts his head - moves his body into your line of sight a bit more.

You're talking to him right now, it's unprofessional to suddenly shift the conversation, especially when it's one you were having with your boss. An explanation, but you don't have to smile at him the way you do. Aaron will take what he can get.

"But it'll probably be less than a week and a half before my teeth start to shift. That's thousands of dollars down the drain, all those wire tightening appointments poor seven year old me had to go through will have been in vain."

"She's right. No matter how rigorous the medical process is to literally break the gums so your teeth can shift into a more aesthetically pleasing position, it's almost as if your mouth has memory to shift them back-"

"No need for the ortho lesson, Spence." Emily takes a sip of her coffee, it clearing down her throat. "I can say with experience and visual evidence that if you don't wear those little plastic molds of your teeth for the rest of your life, they'll punish you by moving back."

The black-haired agent bares her bottom teeth and its slight crookedness. J.J leans in, Spencer tilts his head.

"It looks nice, still."

"Did you start to wear them after you noticed them shifting?"

Emily takes another sip. "Hell no."

You and Hotch turn away from that conversation as you sit in your corner. Settling. He watches you settle.

"Or I could just get braces again. I don't know how many people would take a twenty-six year old with braces seriously in this field but...we'll see."

The silence settles with you for a bit, no one expects Hotch to say anything. Hotch doesn't expect himself to say anything.

"I've been thinking about getting Jack braces."

They certainly don't expect it's something so personal. Personal for him, suddenly personal. And they - Reid, Morgan, J.J, Prentiss, Rossi, they've seen how the stern, small-eyed stare of Aaron Hotchner gets even more...silently harsh at the sight of you. Garcia would agree if she was here. So for that personal comment to be brought upon you, the charming, all-too-bright newbie? They can't help but stare.

But Rossi, Dave - he's a step ahead, he could question a thing or two about what it could mean.

You look at Aaron. He doesn't look away. He can't. He wants to.

He wants to look away. He doesn't know if he does.

"Oh. Well, tell the little man it's worth it in the end...and that the ortho-guy is lying, you can eat as many chips and nuts as you want."

Aaron doesn't nod, but his eyes are enough. "I'll be sure to tell him."

He turns to go back to seat before he can catch another smile, not yours, anyway.

"What?"

Rossi takes to looking out the window, Aaron looks at...files, he'll focus on the lines and catch-up work. There's nothing to turn away from when you're behind him.

"I think she did really well on this case."

"You'd be right." There's a pause. "Is there anything else?"

"I think that'd be you to decide."

His eyes flicker up to the older man. It's that type of comment, that insinuation that would get anyone else reprimanded, whether or not they're in front of the rest of the team. But David Rossi is David Rossi, there's a reason why he's so bold now, fixing that reason is not anywhere near Hotch's list of priorities. He's too tired now, at least.

And yet, he's always the last to fall asleep on the plane ride home. He turns behind him just to check. In your time here, they've learned you're second to last.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

Out of the line-up to pick someone new, readily skilled and able to fit in with the BAU, Aaron knew it would be you. From a completely platonic and professional perspective, you were it. You had to be, it's something he can admit. Your name didn't reach him by a resume or interview, but the moment he met you, Aaron knew you would be an asset to the team.

And maybe, from a more personalized perspective, he thought Reid would do well with someone younger with them for the work.

But to be twenty-six, that's three years between now and your graduation with a public college in New York - and in those three years, you did quite a lot. Impressive work for someone so young. Nothing of titles or accreditation, but when his team is called out to find the killer of three women and your profile is at the center of it, it calls into question as to whether or not Aaron should make use of your talents, to let that go unappreciated would've been a mistake. He remembers how the team agreed.

Girl Sherlock. Silly. Silly girl. He doesn't care when anyone is named, killer or hero - but you deserve a better one.

It was a killer with no name in Virginia, so they didn't have to go far for the investigation, but you did. You came in the day they did, papers and files in your hand. A coat too big for you to wear. You look like you couldn't handle the cold, even though he wouldn't agree that it was cold at all that day.

"H-hi. Hello. I never thought I would have the chance to bother the FBI, but I...fuck."

He remembers Morgan's brow rising, his was already raised.

"Sorry, I didn't think this would be nerve-wracki...."

You trailed off when your eyes caught Aaron. A nervous, young woman who obviously wasn't from Virginia. Someone who possibly has a problem with authority, you wouldn't have stuttered and stumbled as much as you did around him if that was the case.

Though, you've built familiarity between the both of you. He's allowed you to. So, if he looks back on it, not someone who has fear of authority, you wouldn't be so open to asking him to get on the floor of a jet if that was the case. You were just nervous the first time.

"I have reason to believe that whoever took the lives of these women in the past week is the Northwind Killer. And the Wyoming Skinner. And the Akron Phantom."

You, this nervous, young woman with scrambles of writings, news clippings. At first, you appeared like an obsessive fan of true crime, someone they would turn away with pity and second-hand embarrassment. But then, the way you spoke, the way you profiled. It was professional, investigative. You knew what you were doing and you've been doing it for a while.

It didn't help that you were beautiful. But he doesn't remember thinking that the first time he met you. Aaron thinks he's only realized it over time, or...now it's personalized - the way you look on his chest, it's no longer just a fact of your face.

It didn't help that the coat looked too big on you.

"You're Girl Sherlock."

Aaron saw the way you cringed at Reid's reveal.

"I never not feel like I'm twelve years old when someone calls me that. I've just turned twenty-six. But yeah, that's me." 

Prentiss’s head leaned up, then she nodded with her mouth parted. 

“Well, nice to meet you, Girl Sherlock. But considering that makes me feel like I’m twelve, I assume you want to be called your actual name? I’m Emily Prentiss. This is Spencer Reid, don’t be surprised he somehow knows you.” 

You smiled before you gave your name. 

He doesn’t know what to think of how much he likes your name, he would’ve named Jack that if he was born a girl. 

But, maybe Aaron never thought that, maybe he’s making himself into a fool. Aaron wouldn’t know why he’d do that when he doesn’t want anything to do with you outside of a professional matter. Where he can care for you professionally, maybe even to the point where you become close to him on the team, as he is with everyone else. 

Not someone to resent when he dreams about you instead of Haley at night. You wouldn’t deserve that, but Aaron Hotchner would hope he’s done some good enough in his life where you could leave him alone in his own head, where there would be a part of him that doesn’t allow this to turn into anything. 

But he should know by now, what he’s seen in his line of work - the dangers of what happens when you keep yourself convinced. But this wouldn’t be dangerous, it’d be right. This isn’t an unsub convincing himself that thoughts, fantasies of murder and wrongdoing are justified or something he’s entitled to, this is him convincing himself and rightly so that there’s nothing different about you. There is no bodily or mental reaction when it comes to you. Not then, not now. 

Aaron tilted his head at the smile growing brighter. The smile was warranted then. He couldn’t profile just how much you think it’s needed to smile and make others smile then. Aaron was too busy with the fact three women were dead and you were there to turn the case upside down. 

That and your four-pointed star earrings. Gold, old. Your neck held no jewelry. 

“How do you know her?”

“She’s a private investigator. She’s made a name for herself internet wise, although her work in criminal investigation is just��I think this is one of those moments where I am self-aware enough to stop myself from making a socially-inept mistake. It would be an odd experience for you if a stranger began to delineate your life story and career progression, wouldn’t it?” 

“On the nose, Spencer. But thanks for the introduction.” 

There was silence between you all until Rossi chimed in, because of course he would. “Well, Girl Sherlock?” 

There was no trailing off at the sight of Rossi, no. It was eyes widened. Hotch shared a look with Morgan, then Prentiss. 

“You’re David Rossi.” 

“You know me?” 

“It’s a fan club.” 

It’s something he almost whispered, nothing sarcastic or demeaning in voice, but it was a quip at the fact this was happening during a case. A bit humorous, because Aaron can admit it was, but mostly and barely frustrated. You were interesting, he wouldn’t blame the team for their attention shifting onto you. 

“And you’re Aaron Hotchner.” 

He blinked at that, he rolls his shoulders leaning forward remembering the way you said his name. 

“I’ve read a few articles about you.” 

Your mouth parted and Aaron knew what would’ve come out. 

I’m sorry about your wife. 

It wasn’t any question of what articles you read and it wasn’t any question that the team knew what they were too. The most recent ones would be the obvious answer. Haley, George Foyet. SSA Widower Aaron Hotchner, a man who was already closed off trying to break the walls down, for the sake of his team. His friendships - his son. 

“Yeah, hi. Again,” And again, you said your name. “I’m twenty-six. I live and work out of San Diego usually. I used to work at a private investigation agency, it was mostly figuring out if someone’s husband or wife was fuc…fooling around on them and I wanted more so I marketed myself…more. It got me more work, robberies with leads that went cold, missing persons - which were usually twenty-somethings running away from their families. But one day, almost three years ago, the mother of a boy who went missing seven years ago paid me money I did not deserve to help her. I tried my best.” 

“You found a boy who was missing for nearly a decade in a week, I would say your best is more than subpar.” 

The team looked from Reid to you. Aaron couldn’t believe it. 

He didn’t want to be cruel, to say it was luck - and he didn’t, which was good. He was proven wrong nearly after. 

“Did she choose you for a specific reason?” 

J.J crossed her arms. You shook your head. “She was a mother looking for anyone to help her when everyone else turned her away. I was there. After that, I got more cases. More serious cases. I almost went on Alprazolam which is so…not like me, I think? Sorry, but yeah. Murder cases, most of them older and unsolved ones.” 

“And most you solved.” 

You looked to the floor. “It was usually just things the police overlooked, missteps I could go back over. I don’t want to give myself credit where it’s not due but…yeah, I did nicely for a bit and that got around - got around enough to get some news articles thrown on me and the name Girl Sherlock.” 

“It was the New Yorker who honored her with that one. I would agree, there’s a better name somewhere.” 

“The New Yorker?” 

Emily’s brows curved. 

“It’s recent, for the most part. I was building rapport and promotion and it was alright until people were bringing me recent cases. These were family members and loved ones of victims or missing persons who were not waiting for the police to do their jobs, cases rejected by the FBI…sorry.” 

“I don’t think there’s any offense taken.” 

Morgan took a seat, crossed his arms too. You smiled at him, at Reid, Prentiss - J.J, you went down the line. 

All for your mouth and eyes to soften at him when you reach him. 

“There were these murders in Montana, which I’m sure Boy Wiki could tell you about.” 

Morgan nearly snorted, as well as Rossi. Reid blinked, head pulled back. There was that natural banter you had with them already, good-natured raillery that he accepts now. Aaron accepts it. He doesn’t resent the way you laugh with them. He doesn’t, because that'd make you different. 

That would mean he’s becoming worse of a person because of it. 

Maybe it’d be easier to accept what’s happening to him if what was happening to him at the sight and sound of you were things that were more conventional. Nothing like what he feels when he takes listening in on Reid or Morgan when he swears he can hear you laughing all the way outside of his office. Nothing like him wanting you to stay behind on every other case because it means you’d have to do your job like the rest of them, putting yourself in danger. 

Nothing like him thinking the person he hired only six months ago is incapable of doing this job, because then it means you’re helpless. You’re safe, as small as you are in a winter coat worn in the fall. 

It’s all happening too fast, and it needs to stop quickly. 

“Two pairs of parents from the same killer, that wasn’t my conclusion. Police knew it had to be the same man. I was investigating and another murder came, then another. They named him the Northwind Killer. This was a year ago. I was on it and then they stopped. Out of nowhere, I was trying to stay on it. Most of the murders I solved weren’t serial. I was lucky to get hired by someone whose daughter was the victim of the Wyoming Skinner.” You turned, Hotch watched the grip on your bag. “I shouldn’t say lucky, but it was in the sense that I knew this man was the same guy who committed the Northwind killings.” 

“Each victim had their back skinned. Not post-mortem.” 

“He didn’t do that in Montana, but I knew it was him.” 

“How so?” 

“I came in on the third victim each time, just like now. But I think it’s five. It’s always five victims in the end before he moves off to another state. Almost always, I may have not been FBI or of no legal authority but my presence in Wyoming brought enough attention that I think he was scared. Also…the police were doing their job well enough. He stopped at the fourth and didn’t kill for two months. On the dot, same in Montana. He started up again in Akron, Ohio. All of these are brunette women who end up lying face down, he kills five and moves on to a Northern state within two months. I know the signature is different every time, but I think that’s the point with him. Each state, he gets to try something new. Wyoming was skinning, Akron was decapitation. I just don’t know what it means.” 

You put your bag down. 

“Nobody called me for the Akron Phantom, I forced my way in. Same with here, but I think there are things with what I found in the other states that could help you here, maybe before they give him another stupid-ass name too.” 

“It’s not money you’re looking for? Cause we don’t have it.” 

It was the Police Chief you shook your head at. “No, Sir. Honestly? I’m too deep into this now. I know I have no legal jurisdiction or right to this case, I didn’t with Akron. I barely have time when people pay me, but I know I can help. I know this will help the families who’ve put their trust in me.” 

Aaron knew to say yes. There was nothing but things to benefit from if he said yes. You were legitimate according to the words of Reid. You sounded genuine. There was no reason to turn you away. 

“You’ll give a run-down on what you have for each killer?” 

“Yes, Sir. Mr. Hotchner. I can get everything laid out. It’ll take a second, I think I lost my hair clip on my way in. I don’t know how that happened.”

Aaron’s decided not to realize he wouldn’t have turned you away if there was every reason to.

[cassowariess]

I'm sure it's been written to death at some point in this fandom, but I'm new, so I'm thinking of all the ways Nacho Varga's ghost haunts Breaking Bad.

The most obvious one- Hector in the chair.

Tuco screaming: "You never, NEVER trust the ones you love!!!" When he thinks Gonzo has betrayed him. (Also, side note- We all know Tuco's aggression gets worse on drugs, but I bet Nacho's betrayal made him even more paranoid).

Fring's "I don't find fear to be a very effective motivator" said word for word to him by Mike when he's trying to argue Varga's corner.

Also the reason Fring takes Jesse in.

I think the main reason Gus killed Victor was he got himself seen at the crime scene in BB but I think BCS probably added an additional layer because Gus was probably pissed Victor shot a hole in Nacho's stomach. I know he ordered them to shoot him in the shoulder, but I find it difficult to believe someone as careful as Gus would order something as risky as a stomach wound which would kill his valuable mole. Victor getting caught at Gale's apartment was probably the Final Straw.

Jimmy yelling: "It wasn't me, it was Ignacio!" at Walt and Jesse when they kidnap him. (Yeah, I know this one is backwards because Nacho and Lalo's characters were born from this line, but I'm still including it).

Mike's reluctant attachment to Jesse, even though he initially tries to be aloof towards him. But then Jesse starts stomping around in his leather jacket with his shaved head and acting very bitchy and Mike is like 🙃 🥲

Mike getting shot in the side, in a car, just like Nacho was.

The one instance everyone quotes that I don't think is about Nacho, even retroactively: Mike's "I had a guy" line. I think Mike is just pissed because Victor was a more efficient/ patient coworker than Jesse.

On a lighter note, I find it funny that during the whole tragic Nacho arc, Walt was probably at home eating meatloaf.

[scolothanatos]

My edit for the nightmare Lalo AU!

The background pic is from Misery, the story of an obsessive fan who tortures the man she has trapped in her home.

I added killer car movie posters because Nacho’s childhood is being warped into a nightmare. What once may have represented joy now represents destruction.

the red barbed wire crown in the bottom right represents martyrdom, and a royalty that brings nothing. Nacho as a martyr comes up a lot in my Nacho-musing. In the Bible, the crown of thorn was put on Jesus’ head to mock him, as well as the INRI said to have been written above him. The existence of a barbed wire fence implies something secure that must be protected. The existence of a predator implies a prey.

The collar on the bottom left is a torture device. It goes around the neck, impaling the flesh with spikes. The spikes continue to the outside- if someone helps, they will hurt too.

You give a collar to a dog so if they run away, someone will bring them back again.

There’s also a popular style of BDSM collar with spikes on the inside, though those spikes are much smaller and less sharp.

I chose those quotes because it encapsulates the intimate horror between them. Lalo will show him the heights of pain and pleasure. Nacho will wear his collar of thorns and prick his fingers trying to escape it.

The two are already entwined, not only by fear but by design. The intimacy of blood, of pain, of sex, of surgery, is the intimacy of Lalo’s love.

This is based on your fic “still here”!

Hopefully you don’t mind me making an edit. I got inspired! Sorry it kind of sucks. Reading chapter 3 put me in the “dark fairytale” mindset.

Your fics are amazing, thank you so much for your creativity.

- @scolothanatos

[tokischaaaaa]

baking video with hamzah + enemies to lovers trope

(ty for ending the drought!!!)

ok heres a baking video one, ill do the enemies to lovers laterrr

cocinando con el necesitado; cooking with the needy one

!hamzah x !latina reader

warning! : cockwarming, cursing, fluff + smut <3

word count!: 

“hi slushies! today you may notice martins not here, unfortunately he's sick but i have his replacement!” hamzah exclaims, and signals for you to appear in front of the camera.

“hi!” you say waving your hand to the camera.

“so what are we doing today y/n,” hamzah asks you

“Well I have a family event coming up real soon, so we gotta make some food to bring there!” you exclaim.

hamzah nods and goes behind the camera to zoom in on you getting started on cooking. You can't help but take a quick glimpse on the camera and see it zoom in on your ass.

“hamzah! get your ass here and help!” you groan. Before Hamzah comes to help you he positions the camera so the viewers can only see the left side of yalls body. 

as hamzah rushes to help, you begin cutting the lamb and stop as soon as you feel a familiar thing slip inside of you. hamzah quickly whispers in your ear, “we’re mic'd up, keep quiet and i'll help you cook babe,” 

you take a deep breath, and continue cooking. “so y/n what are you cutting?” he asks in a deep tone. “i'm just cutting the cordero asado, which means grilled lamb. normally you’d make it with pork but since hamzah can't we had to change the recipe.” you smile looking at hamzah who's laying his head on your shoulder and has his arms wrapped around your waist.

you feel butterflies all in your stomach but want to avoid showing hamzah and finish cooking before getting involved with him, 

After cutting and grilling the lamb, you start getting ready to cook the rice before Hamzah excuses himself to the bathroom. you nod, and start to oil into the rice cooker, and tell the alexa, 

‘play ven devorame otra vez’, she plays the song moments later and as you turn the dial on the rice cooker you let the music take you in. 

you sway your hips and use the small amount of space you have to dance to your advantage, you start clapping your hands together when the beat drops. completely ignoring the camera recording you, you put your hands on your hip to help you move your hips imagining your hands were hamzah instead.

almost like clock work, your hands were replaced with hamzahs, “now babe where’d you learn how to dance like that?” he smirks, letting your hips guide his hands.

“back in (your home country), i'm surprised you haven't picked up anymoves since living with me or the amount of salsa i blast in this house,” you say putting one of your hands to the back of his neck getting a light feel of his soft curly hair. 

he kisses your neck deeply in response, once again, he slips himself into you as you continue to move your hips in a circular motion. you're so wet already, you feel a knot in your stomach.

“papi you better stop before I become a stuffed turkey,” you laugh into his ear. 

“Who said that’d be a bad idea?” he smirks, getting closer to you.

he pulls out gently, you get a quick glimpse and see him already dripping of pre-cum. Next thing you know he turns you around and lifts you to place your legs around his waist. He brings you to the kitchen island and gently lays you down, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from both of you. you try to keep your breaths steady, you quickly notice the camera blinking a red light.

“hamzah, we’re still on camera,” you murmur

he grins, his eyes dark with desire. “I know, but I can’t help myself,” he whispers back, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

your hands find their way to his hair, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss. The intensity of the moment makes you forget about everything else. His hands roam your body, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his manhood pressing against you, making you even more eager.

“we should finish cooking,” you manage to say between kisses, but you know that you don't want to stop the intimacy between you and hamzah.

Hamzah chuckles softly. —“we’ll finish, I promise,” he says, trailing kisses down your neck.

he positions himself, sliding back inside you with a slowness that makes you gasp. The sensation is overwhelming, and you clutch the edge of the island for support. 

“Just keep quiet, okay mami?” he murmurs, his voice a mixture of command and plea.

you nod, biting your lip to hide any sounds. Hamzah begins to move, his rhythm slow and steady, allowing you both to savor every moment. The tension builds, and you struggle to keep silent, your breaths coming in jumbled gasps.

the kitchen, the cooking, and the camera all fade into the background as you lose yourself in the sensation of Hamzah moving inside you. his hands grip your hips, guiding you with a precision that drives you wild. 

“hamzah,” you whisper, your voice trembling with need.

he looks into your eyes, his own filled with a fierce intensity. —“I know, mami. I know.”

the pace quickens, and you can feel yourself nearing the edge. Hamzah’s breaths are heavy, his movements more urgent. you’re both on the brink, and it’s taking all your control to stay quiet.

finally, the tension snaps, and you shudder around him, your release taking you by surprise. Hamzah follows shortly after, a low groan escaping his lips as he spills inside you. The feeling of completeness washes over you both, leaving you breathless and sated.

he stays still for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as you both catch your breath. Slowly, he pulls out and helps you sit up, giving you a tender kiss on the lips.

you break from the kiss and scrunch your nose, “do you smell that?” you ask.

it takes hamzah a few moments for Hamzah but he smells it too, “yeah is something burning?” he asks.

“shit! the rice!” you groan,

you run to the rice cooker, take the rice out with oven mitts and dump it in the garbage. hamzah's right behind you, ready to take in the funky smell outside.

when he comes back you elbow him lightly, “that's for distracting me from the rice,” you smirk.

“but you, the music, it was all you, and your hips.” Hamzah sighs looking at you. 

you wave him off and  the rest of the cooking process goes smoothly, with Hamzah playfully teasing you and you returning the banter.

“Thanks for keeping company rather than helping,” you grin as you pack the food.

“anytime, babe,” he replies, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

you glance at the camera, remembering the audience that’s been watching the entire time. With a mischievous smile, you wave at the lens.

“hope you enjoyed today’s video, slushies! See you next time!” hamzah exclaims.

you join in, waving as well. —“and don’t forget to like and subscribe!”

with that, Hamzah ends the recording, knowing that he’ll have to do some excessive editing tomorrow. 

“so when are you gonna teach me how to dance like that?” hamzah asks as a yawn escapes his mouth

“another day mi amor, another day.” you smile, kissing his cheek lightly.

tokischaaaa speaks: reminder KEEP SENDING REQUESTS, THE DROUGHT AINT OVER AND I STILL GOT WRITING TO GIVE

love yall, stay safe and always remeber

okay ciao chicas <3

[lucaanis]

what if i made a silly little dao-style gift guide/list for lleyth like they were an actual da companion haha. just kidding. unless... 😳

💛 LOVES gifts (Lleyth approves +10)

"Oh wow, this is... for me? Really? Oh! I... I don't even know what to say. It's lovely. I love it. Thank you."

9:44 Rialto Bay Reserve A luxury Antivan mulled wine, highly desired for it's silky texture and unusually high alcohol content. Finely aged with hints of orange peel & cloves.

Raven Feather Hairpin A handcrafted silverite hairpin fashioned in the shape of a feather.

Sea Dragon Emerald Tea A velvet pouch of dried assorted herbs and spices, this Rivaini loose-leaf tea blend is popular for it's unique aromatic taste and stress-relieving qualities. Often sold at market stalls in Llomerryn.

Artisan Journal Set An expertly crafted journal made from aged Antivan leather. Adorned with an intricate embroidered pattern and a gemstone latch. Comes with an engraved crow-feather fountain pen & purple satin bookmark.

💛 LIKES gifts (Lleyth approves +5)

"Interesting. This is for me? How thoughtful of you, thank you. I'll have to find a good place for this..."

It Was An Accident: The Auspicious Art of Botany, Bombs & Botulism An absurdly large book with resources on various alchemy recipes, ingredients, tinkering blueprints, and various "hypothetical" ways to "accidentally" kill people. Banned from the shelves of most respectable retailers.

Thing-On-A-String Well, it's certainly a thing— and on a string, no less. Some might say it resembles some kind of fuzzy worm, but any practical value it may hold is unclear.

Sketchy Charcoal Set A standard set of tools found in the repertoire of many artists. There's something a little shady about this one, though.

Preserved Snake Head The skeletal remains of a an adder snake bearing its fangs, cast in resin to prevent damage to the delicate structure. Kinda creepy.

🖤 PRANK gifts (Lleyth disapproves -5)

"Oh. That's... nice. Thanks, I suppose."

You're Not Alone: A Beginner's Guide to Sobriety A self-help book found on the shelf of a Chantry archive. For when an intervention requires a more subtle approach.

The Fifth Talon in Oil by Lalo Amicci, 9:46 An unsettlingly accurate oil painting of the Fifth Talon of the Antivan Crows. It's judgmental eyes and perpetually annoyed scowl seem to follow the viewer around the room...

💔 HATES gifts (Lleyth disapproves -10)

I... and you're giving me this because...? ...No, nevermind. Forget I said anything. I think it looks better with you, honestly. Keep it. I insist.

Halla Statue A small figurine of a Halla sculpted from Sylvanwood. There are intricate runic patterns carved into it.

Toy Aravel A simplistic miniature aravel made of wood and cloth. A children's toy commonly found among the Dalish.