My mooties: Destory that baby
Me: For you, my kin, anything
Heh heh I almost used Aussie slang in this lacho fic. I want you to picture with me Nacho saying the word ‘bikie’ lololololol
Man it’s come to the end of the long weekend and I’ve done so much art and yet I just want to do so much more. I have all these ideas and I just want to do them and not work??? 😅
Lalo was slumped against the wall of his room surrounded by a halo of destruction. Shattered furniture, glass and art littered the carpet. Blood smears painted the walls and bedsheets. Nacho approached, stepping around the debris eyeing Lalo carefully. If Lalo noticed his presence he betrayed no hint of doing so staring unblinkingly and expressionless into the room. There was a degree of blankness Nacho had become accustomed to seeing in Lalos eyes. A void dancing with dark delight but as he was now he seemed closer to catatonic, long hair splattered with blood and ash.
I didn’t want to write another fic and I make no promises but I’ve got the outline for most of this fic now: Nacho saves Lalo from a rival gang/bikers after they have held him captive for months.
Image description: closely aligned to the previous copy this digital art shows Lalo from the chest up wearing a filthy oversized shirt, hair overgrown and unkempt, staring blankly into the room.
After the betrayal Lalo gets a snake tattoo so he would never forget to not listen to the traitorous snake ever again.
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