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Thinking about trans nacho varga…….

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I found this in my camera roll

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The inherent tragedy of being both pretty and smart in a prequel : (

He would have hated Walter white…. But he’d have loved when lalo shot Walt in the face and went to prison for decades.

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It is raining and there is a dog lying in the gutter and the gutter is filling with water because the sewer is clogged.

If the dog were alive he would be drowning but as it is, the water is simply stroking his fur.

(Seeing a Dog in the Rain, Lara Gilpin)

I killed a dog. I put him down, I watched him go. I was looking him straight in the eyes. He didn't know what was happening, he didn't know why. He was just scared

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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

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Thank you!!! I’m so glad you like it :)

I like basing my edits around quotes and concepts I vibe with. Your stories go to some interesting places.

Also eye fetish? You GET me.

WOOOAOAAHAHAHGHGHGH THE SUBMISSION I JUST GOT I'm so fucking happy wowowowowow this is amazing I LOVE when people do stuff like that for my works!! I'm so flattered! @dawnisawound thank you I owe you my life

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This is just a larger image of my current pfp.

It’s martyr Nacho! All praise martyr Nacho!

Patron saint of criminals, snitches, and those who didn’t quite become survivors.

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I made this to send to my friends as an “experiencing technical difficulties! Please be patient” image. Feel free to use it.

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AU where Nacho becomes an Albuquerque folk hero

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Niccolò Machiavelli’s The Prince

Lalo and Nacho’s romance is a horror thriller because whenever something horrific happens I am thrilled.

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Ten of Swords: the Lord of Ruin

Complete disruption and failure. Undisciplined warring force. Ruin of all plans and projects. Disdain. Insolence and impertinence, yet mirth and jolliness therein. Loving to overthrow the happiness of others.

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What does the world mean to you if you can’t trust it to go on shining when you’re not there?

“Sometimes in late summer I won’t touch anything, not

the flowers, not the blackberries

brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink

from the pond; I won’t name the birds or the trees;

I won’t whisper my own name.

One morning

the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident,

and didn’t see me—and I thought:

so this is the world.

I’m not in it.

It is beautiful.”

From October by Mary Oliver

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“To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.”

- Edvard Munch

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It is raining and there is a dog lying in the gutter and the gutter is filling with water because the sewer is clogged.

If the dog were alive he would be drowning but as it is, the water is simply stroking his fur

-Lara Gilpin, Seeing a Dog in the Rain

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I love you Nacho Varga