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#METHEMPIRE: an information, characterization, and aesthetic sideblog for brbabcs. as written by koi, dni.
michael ehrmantraut. (he/him, cis man, straight.) also known as mike. age ranges from early to late sixty's to be written in. written both pre-better call saul era, in better call saul era, as well as within breaking bad era.
overview: mike is a high activity muse that i have a lot of thoughts on, but most of them come down to the fact that he is doomed to choose half-measures. he is an incredibly tortured man, internally, and more than anything, he's tired. he's trying to leave the world a better place for his granddaughter, but doesn't know how to achieve that in any other way than what he's always done. it has to be said that i very, very, very seldom will ever write in his cop years. i prefer to write him outside of that, but i do have a few verses in which i've done it for backstory purposes, so therefore it is listed above.
fast facts.
grumpy old man who will kick your ass.
he's a veteran and also was a cop for years (although, a very corrupt one), and prefers not to speak on either of those sectors of his life, even if they are somewhat relevant at times.
mourns the loss of his son every single day, and certainly blames himself for it.
wants to be better than he is, but not consciously. more of a subconscious desire than anything else, and hence the half-measures decisions that occur.
more tba.
maximino arciniega. (he/him, trans man, gay.) also known as max. age ranges from early to late twenties to be written in [unless in aus]. fluent in spanish and, later on, english. born in santiago, chile, and in later days resides in mexico. written exclusively in pre-better call saul era and occasionally in max-lives scenarios.
overview: max is basically my oc. i've done a lot of work with him, and written him extensively (and mainly privately) for the last 3 or so years. i have a pretty concrete picture of him and gus' relationship in my mind, as well as a meta that i've written on him — which can be found here — and i generally jump at any opportunity to write him. with that said, there is no max without gus. his story arc and everywhere he ends up is dependent on them meeting, so any aus will be held with that in mind.
fast facts / brief timeline.
born in the slums of santiago and raised primarily by his older brother, matĂas, after his parents' death.
raised in an extremely poverty stricken environment, where his family was squatting on 'stolen' land due to the lack of funds and resources.
in his adolescence, max relies on pickpocketing and scams to get him by, as well as his brother's crime. he makeshifts hrt by the time he is fifteen.
max's brother dies in max's early adult years, after getting in too deep with local crime. he disappears, and whilst max tries to look for him, his body is never found.
max continues on his own after that, becoming more of a rabid-dog archetype in order to achieve his own survival.
max and gus meet, and gus offers to pay for his education. hesitant and paranoid that this comes at a cost, max and gus continuously have dinner and become closer and closer.
eventually, max accepts his offer, and gus and max get together around the same time. shortly thereafter, max gets top surgery (with gus' funds, of course).
max attends university, gets his degree, and lives happily for an extended amount of time. he's given everything he could ever want, and in return he cooks gus dinner, makes their house a home, and allows a place of safety for gus to be more human.
max's death occurs. horrifically, suddenly, and awfully. it is an injustice that will haunt the narrative for years.
authors note. i do write max-lives au's, but they're primarily set within a universe built between tal's portrayal of gustavo fring (whom is no longer active, r.i.p) and therefore built on an already developed canon.
full biography.
part one.
your mama keeps telling you that you are becoming unmanageable.Â
she says it while tugging at a stray curl, shaking her head, and breathing a chuckle into the kiss she places on your forehead. the air around the two of you is sticky, and warm, smelling nearly a bit burnt, but you don’t mind. because you press your forehead into the crook of your mother’s elbow and all she smells like is home.Â
so, she says you are becoming unmanageable, and you know she is talking about your hair, or your grin, or maybe that sneaky little laugh you hide behind the palm of your hand, but you shake your head no anyway.Â
you tell her you are the most well behaved kid on the block.Â
you tell her there isn’t a thing in the world that could stop you but her.Â
you tell her that you’re growing up but not away, and soon, when you are bigger, and stronger, and can run your hand along the very edge of the sky with the tips of your fingers, you’ll always come back down to earth to talk to her. unmanageable is a word for children without mamas like mine, you say. she rolls her eyes, tugs at your stray curl again, and tells you she’ll remember that when you’re fifteen and feeling rebellious.
the day after, you take all your sneaky-laugh habits and that unmanageable grin, and try to find her some proof. you collect all the lemons on a neighbor’s tree, borrow too much sugar from someone down the block, and try to make something sweet from all that sour, to return all those years she’d done the same for you.
your hands are sticky, and warm, while you walk into your home to smell something more than just a little bit burnt. like smoke, rising from the mouths of men you have seen, but never see you, and maybe don’t even see you now.
you can barely run your hand along the edge of your papa’s forth button on his shirt, but you tug at it anyway, trying to hide him behind you. you open your mouth to say something brave, or stupid, or unmanageable, and your brother is shaking his head, but you say it anyway.
you plant your feet like a tree that just won’t move, and you defend your home in all those too-young too-brave kinds of ways that those too-big too-strong men laugh at. because you may not be fifteen and rebellious, but you are unmanageable just like your mama said, and you may tremble like a child but you speak like an adult.
or, at least, you try.
you try, and you try, and you try, but it doesn’t matter.
because for every unmanageable tendency you have, are twice of those absent-mama-men you don’t know how to face, and soon, you are just the very same.
staring down at a spillage of sour-sweet-lemonade.
mingling with the sight of blood.Â
remembering how your mama said stop, and you stopped.
because nothing in the world could stop you, but her.
part two.
you are running like the pavement is on fire, and your brother is the smoke alarm that won’t stop chirping.
his feet fall behind yours in a pace that he taught you well in, with your grin becoming all mischief, and bad decisions — wrapped up in a victory that he taught you, just the very same. he says maximino, and you whip your head around your shoulder to flash all your pearly whites his way. you think you can see him shake his head: as if he’s tired, or disappointed, or maybe even annoyed. but you know better. you see the quirk of his lip, even as your vision shakes with every haphazard step you take.Â
you know he’s proud, even if he won’t say it.
he catches up to you when you’re halfway through counting stolen bills, a brand new watch wrapped around your palm, and he smacks you on the back of the head.
not hard, but enough to make you laugh.
he scolds you. tells you you’re getting cocky. that all that confidence doesn’t mean anything if you get caught while you do it. but you keep counting, and he keeps lecturing, and eventually, he sighs and mimics his action from earlier.Â
just a shake of his head, and a quirk of his lip. you laugh again.
this time, he laughs too.
part three.
your brother stops coming home, so you start calling it a house.
because there is no home without a family to live in it, and there’s no family left, so why would you pretend?
you search for him for a while, hunting through back streets and dark-damp alleys, but you find nothing. you become a scavenger for any trace of your brother, desperate to find a hiding spot, or a secret door that, perhaps, he’s escaped through:  desperate to believe in an ending, other than the one you know well.
but you’re not interested in pretending, and your desperation doesn’t change that.
so you stop looking, and faintly wonder if it’s because you know you won’t find anything, or because of the fear in what you’ll find if you do.
sometimes, you think it’s a little bit of both.
part four.
he asks you for directions, and you fight the urge to tell him you’re just as lost as he is.
because you know his kind of lost, isn’t your kind of lost, so instead, you point your finger in the right direction and walk in tandem beside him.
you play all that charm and charisma to whatever tune you feel like singing, but this time, it feels different.
because he smiles, and you don’t see all that empty-tourist, pitiful-politeness that makes you bitter.Â
he smiles, and you feel like the sun has turned up the goddamn heat, directing it right onto your cheeks: all pink, and flushed, and crawling up your neck in an effort to expose every bit of that warmth he spreads in your chest.
you don’t even know his name, but you don’t have to ask. he gives it to you: freely, willingly, and effortlessly. like you should never have had to ask to begin with. like you’ll never have to ask for anything again.
(at the time, you didn’t know how true this would end up being.)
part five.
the name gustavo becomes a turning point. a cornerstone. a testament to an ending that you know you deserve.
he becomes every bright-eyed, sun-soaked fantasy you never knew you wanted, or would have the chance to get. he gives you everything, he asks for nothing, and you don’t know what you would do without him. but, it isn’t the offer of education, or the brutality-bitter-business, or even the perfectly-polite-practice he engages in that makes him special.Â
it’s the little things.
(his soft chuckle, as you press a kiss behind his ear and trail your lips downward. his clockwork timed compliments, all devout truth and not a hint of overt persuasion in sight. his hand, tracing along the outline of your hip bone, pressing into just the right spot that he’s learned in his dedication to memorizing your body. the brief shake of his head, and affection laced smile, dipping into that barely-drowsy state you know he’s fighting off, all to keep his eyes trained on you for one second longer. his ever-stable but always-surprising humor, tucking your laugh into the crook of his neck as if he’s the only safe place to store that kind of happiness.)
on a morning that’s too early and too bright, with his arm tugging your body against his, you look up at him.Â
your finger trails along his collarbone, dancing up towards his jawline, and swipes along his cheekbones. like you’re reading braille, and every nook and cranny of his features has become the only language of love that matters.
in these moments, you know the truth. just like he knows the truth. and how most people don’t know anything of it at all.
because you know, like he knows, that he could’ve given you nothing but his name, and you still would’ve ended up here.
soaking in that bright-eyed, sun-soaked fantasy. tracing your finger along his collarbone, and memorizing every minute of this moment you can.
just like you did yesterday. just like you’re doing today. just like you’ll do every day after.
finding that ending you know you deserve, in every last second.
eduardo salamanca. (he/him, cis male, straight.) also known as lalo. born in mexico [i will figure out specifically where later, i promise], and currently has multiple residences that he lingers around, depending on timeline. fluent in both spanish and english. written pre-better call saul or within better call saul era.
overview: honestly, this guy is kind of just vibes to me. lalo's brain is a bit over my head, but in general he's sort of the worst. not inherently evil, but he definitely chooses to be. extremely loyal to his family, perhaps to his own detriment, and also somehow the favorite. i'm still figuring him out, but as a note— i do not ship lacho.
fast facts.
tba.
kim wexler. (she/her, cis woman, straight.) age ranges from mid thirties to late forty's to be written in. written pre-better call saul or within better call saul era.
overview: kim wexler has so many issues, and frankly, my portrayal of her will be the normal-presenting but internally-crazy version of her that deserves to be on main. i adore her. i also don't have a huge grasp on her dialogue, so she's kind of low activity. sorry.
fast facts.
tba.
jimmy mcgill. (he/him, cis man, straight.) also known as saul goodman, and later on known as gene takavic. age ranges from early forty's to mid fifty's to be written in. written anywhere from better call saul era, all the way to late breaking bad era.
overview: i hate this guy. no, seriously, he's a clown and i really have a love-hate relationship with his character as a whole. with that said, jimmy's sort of a funny muse that i weirdly can capture his dialogue very well but stepping into the depths of his incredibly unwell mind isn't something i do every day. more of a low activity muse for that reason, but i do have fun writing him.
fast facts.
i don't know how to describe this man other than the faint sound of circus music
more tba.
jane margolis. (she/her, cis woman, bisexual.) written in her mid-twenties and below. written either pre-breaking bad or amidst breaking bad canon.
overview: my portrayal of jane is something that's very near and dear to my heart, but i have some controversial takes. she's not perfect, she wasn't in love with jesse, and her death is incredibly important to her character as a whole. jane is someone who, to me, is a realistic portrayal of an addict. which means she's prone to making mistakes. which means she's prone to acts of selfish behavior, and that doesn't condemn nor vilify her. she deserved better, and i wholly believe that given time, she could've achieved it. but i have no plans on glossing over her flaws, and i will portray her in a light that is as honest as i believe it should be. in the same breath, she's also a character that's a bit heavy for me to take on, so i don't write her very often. she's low activity, and will remain that way.
fast facts.
long time addict, from a very very early age, and it caused immense strain between her and her family.
tattoo artist, currently, but also an artist in general. has been doing art for a very long time and held a prolonged interest in it.
more tba.
ignacio varga. (he/him, cis man, bisexual — although he'd never admit that outrightly.) also known as nacho. age ranges from early to mid thirties to be written in. fluent in both spanish and english. born in michoacán, mexico, and moved to albuquerque, new mexico in his early childhood. written primarily pre-better call saul era and sometimes mid-better call saul era. hesitantly written in nacho-lives au's, sometimes.
overview: my portrayal of ignacio is very based on early seasons of better call saul. the later the seasons go on, the more quiet and reserved he is because of his circumstances, but the reality of ignacio's personality is much different. he's smart, he's sarcastic, he's got an attitude and he knows what he wants. i prefer to write him in earlier seasons or pre-better call saul because his circumstances aren't as trapped, per say, but i'm also open to adapting him into completely separate aus.
fast facts.
born in michoacán, and lost his mother at a young age. was raised as a favored only child, and got away with far too much.
close with his father, although they go through distanced periods due to ignacio's life choices and lifestyle.
works with his father at the automobile upholstery shop a-z fine upholstery.
close with domingo molina and his family.
not an addict, doesn't do drugs, but occasionally will drink.
not necessarily in denial about his sexuality, but doesn't have any intention of admitting his bisexual tendencies nor being open in any regard.
more tba.
gustavo fring. (he/him, cis man, gay.) mid-forty's to early fifties. fluent in both english and spanish. born in [redacted], and currently resides in albuquerque, new mexico. written anywhere from better call saul era to breaking bad era.
overview: gus' background is mainly a mystery and i like to keep it that way. he's a little freak that we know very little about besides the fact that he's a master manipulator, a liar, and also gay icon of the century. he is that bitch, and that's that. in a more serious capacity, though, i don't write gus that often, and i don't have an entirely good grasp on his character the way i'd like to. therefore, if things seem a bit underdeveloped— it's because they are.
fast facts.
co-founder of los pollos hermanos.
fantastic manipulator and liar.
plays any given side at any given time, so as long as it fits within the long game he's playing.
max arciniega's wife. no, seriously: shipping is firmly off the table.
emilio koyama. (he/him, cis man, straight.) written within his early twenties, occasionally / rarely i may write him within teen years. fluent in japanese, spanish, and english. born in albuquerque, new mexico, and currently resides there. written primarily pre-breaking bad with an ability to be adapted to better call saul era.
overview: my portrayal of emilio is extremely centric around the overcompensating performance of masculinity, as well as the resentment + rebellion of the model minority myth (to the point of detriment). i portray his and jesse's friendship as something that was once extremely close and near to his heart, but though the years of high school and the experiences in feeling 'whitewashed' / yearning for white approval, became a point of abandonment in favor of gaining closeness and (in his mind) understanding from domingo.
fast facts.
grew up split between a less affluent household (with his mother) and a more affluent household (with his father).
felt torn between a 'model minority' / 'whitewashed' identity within the realm of his social circles at his father's house, and the community of color he had within his mother's neighborhood.
connected with jesse pinkman at a young age and was best friends with him until around eighth to ninth grade, when he felt he needed to compensate for being 'less masculine,' and then leaned into his dynamic with domingo much more.
as far as emilio's ethnicity goes, he is japanese from both sides, but his mother remarried — hence, domingo being his cousin.
grew up leaning more towards seeking 'white approval,' but then transitioned toward resentment and projected that onto jesse and his friendship.
not very close with his father and sort of has shunned that part of his life away.
very close with his mother, despite the tension between them due to his life choices.
very much glamorizes his addiction, lifestyle, and, to an extent, his own struggle / poverty.
overcompensates greatly for feeling not 'tough' enough. is well known as someone who fights dirty and isn't afraid to throw a punch.
chosen drug of choice is meth, but will do other stimulants and sometimes the occasional downers.
domingo molina. (he/him, cis man, straight.) primarily known as krazy-8 around breaking bad era. age ranges from early twenties to early thirties to be written in. fluent in both spanish and english. born in albuquerque, new mexico and currently resides there. written anywhere from better call saul era to early breaking bad era.
overview: i have yet to write a full background for domingo, but most of his characterization is a blend of what we see from him in better call saul (timid, eager to please, just starting out), and the developments in breaking bad (colder, harder, much more in line with postured masculinity). i don't abide by the fact that domingo 'left' the cartel, as i think that's unrealistic, so by breaking bad era i go with the canon that he's still distantly affiliated, but trusted to run his own small circle.
fast facts.
kind of an asshole to anyone but those higher up on the ladder than him, with the exception of emilio.
bouncing off of that, he has a soft spot for emilio, even if he doesn't really show it. felt extraordinarily bad for ratting on him (in breaking bad era) but, hey. you do what you have to do.
not really an addict as much as he passively does drugs.
more tba.
brandon mayhew. (he/him, cis man, bi-curious — although would never admit that.) primarily known as badger to his friend group and social circles. age ranges from early twenties and upward to be written in. born and raised in albuquerque, new mexico and currently resides there. can be written pre-breaking bad, but is mainly written within the breaking bad era.
overview: i play it fast and loose with badger. i go off of vibes, really. he's a more silly character for me to mess around with, but i'm also happy to develop more serious storylines for him.
fast facts.
has a tumblr and livejournal account. religiously writes star trek fanfic disguised as 'scripts.'
big, big stoner. probably to his own detriment.
long time addict, but sees very little issue with it.
doesn't have a drug of choice necessarily, but does lean towards whatever his friends are doing at the given time.
more tba.