#hes really fun to draw helmets on bc his face is really flat but hes got those tusks that kinda need accommodating

[get-more-bald]

for 3 and 3 variant I took some inspo from the color of kaleesh war masks made from skulls (mumuu I believe)

this (+ classic mando with left din djarin) is also the general vibe I'm going for with him

helmet colors for a kaleeshi mandalorian :)

please reblog so I get more opinions :P and tell me your thoughts in the tags!

[iishmael]

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg  Warnings: none, just fluff! :) (also this got a little away from me? XD I dunno what this is lol but I hope it’s cute!) Prompt: @thunder-f1: teenaged brocedes going skiing and getting stuck in a lift

Lewis almost hit a woman in the face when he turned around, his skiis tucked over his shoulder and the ends drawing a circle in the air and making the poor woman jump back. 

“Lewis!”, Nico yelled and tugged at his arm. “Put your goddamn skiis down! You’ll behead someone!!” 

“But,” Lewis objected with a confused frown, “don’t the ski jumpers carry their skiis like that as well?” 

Nico rolled his eyes and motioned for Lewis to slip into his skiis and to fasten them properly around his shoes. “You are not a ski jumper, though, are you?” 

“Well excuse me for not knowing how to do this,” Lewis complained. “You know very well that I’ve never been skiing before!” 

Nico patted Lewis’ shoulder under the thick anorac he was wearing and grinned at his boyfriend. “Yes, you’re such a pitiful creature, there is truly no excitement in your life at all. Driving in circles day for day is horribly lame in comparision to sliding down a mountain.” 

Lewis made a huffing noise and slowly skied over to the lift, ignoring Nico’s snickering noises. “Can we now please go up there or are you going to make fun of me all day long?” 

They both waited for the next free chair at the lift, Nico slang his arm over Lewis’ shoulders. “Aw, baby, it’s my job to make fun of you. Nobody else is going to laugh at you when you fall flat on your arse as soon as we’re up on the mountain!” Nico made a wide gesture with his hand as if he was talking to an audience. Lewis just rammed his elbow into his side - hopefully hard enough that Nico felt it through all the layers they were wearing - and then scrambled to sit down on the approaching chair with Nico right next to him. 

“Sometimes I really hate you, you asshole.” Lewis tightly held onto the banister in front of them and carefully looked down, but he still managed to throw a murder gaze over to Nico who was still smiling like he was having the time of his life. The asshole. 

Continuing to pout for the next few minutes even though he was holding Nico’s hand, Lewis looked down at the ski run. The people skiing there were tiny from so far above and Lewis felt the familiar rush of adrenaline in his body. He was about to enjoy the feeling when the lift suddenly stopped.

They were in the middle of the ropeway so there was no way for them to get down and the open two-seat chair didn’t have much space for them to turn around to check on the other chairs. 

“What’s happening?”, Lewis asked, a tiny note of panic in his voice and he grabbed the banister tighter with one hand, his left one wrapping around Nico’s until Nico could feel the press of his fingers trough their gloves. 

“Probably just a malfunction, happens all the time”, Nico reassured him. “Nothing to worry about.” 

They both looked down and at the people in the chair in front of them who seemed to try to see what was happening as well. “I don’t want to freeze up here!” Lewis scrambled to pull his helmet a little further into his forehead. “What if I never get to ski down the big slope bc we’ll die up here?” 

Nico just snorted. “Stop being a drama queen!” He turned as much as possible so he could look properly at Lewis. “I didn’t know you’re afraid of heights.” 

“I’m not!”, Lewis immediately objected and looked down again. “I just don’t like dangeling on a thin metal rope above a mountain.” 

Nico, who was actually a little afraid of heights himself and had avoided to look down as much as possible, started to pull the glove off his right hand. “What are you doing?”, Lewis asked in an alarmed voice. 

“Touching you”, Nico replied and raised his now bare hand, caressing Lewis’ cheek. Lewis stopped his fretting and looked at Nico with big eyes. “Oh”, he whispered, when Nico trailed his fingers over his jaw until he could grab his chin and pull him in for a soft kiss. 

When Nico pulled back, Lewis still had his eyes closed and a soft smile was on his face. “I was planning on doing that before I let you ski down the mountain as a little motivation but I guess it’ll work now as well.” 

Lewis opened his eyes. “You’ll always be there for me”, he said in an amazed voice. It was the realisation of a fact and not a question. Nodding, Nico curled his fingers around Lewis’ gloved hand again. “I’d climb this entire stupid mountain by foot just for you.”~

[redbrickisaac]

Request? Isaac crushing on a bad girl and the pack knowing about it. Half of them encourage Isaac to ask her out (Scott) but the other half make fun of him bc she's too hardcore for him (Stiles). Make her bestie Danny bc I miss him :(((

Musical Inspiration: “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry

Pairing: Isaac x Female Reader

Isaac slams his locker shut and turns to head to class whenhe sees you walking down the hallway toward him. Well, past him.

He sighs as he watches you go by laughing with Danny as thetwo of you make fun of Jackson for doing something stupid over the weekend.

A hand on his shoulder draws his attention away and he turnsto glance at Scott. He’d already known it was his best friend. Scott’s the onlyone that gets it, wanting someone noone else thinks you belong with. Anyone else would have been laughing atIsaac’s crush right now and throwing it in his face how different the two ofyou are. Well, except maybe Erica but he’s pretty sure she’s just rooting forhim because she thinks he’d be hilariously awkward about asking you out.

“Hey,” Isaac tells his friend somberly, glancing back at youone more time as you walk away from him.

“Dude, you should just do it already,” Scott says giving hisshoulder a comforting squeeze as he follows Isaac’s gaze. “Just ask her out.”

Isaac sighs. He wants to. God, does he want to. But he’dalmost rather spend the rest of his life pining than risk a rejection from you.Anyone else he could recover from but not you. “Maybe,” he answers grudgingly. “I’mprobably not her type.”

“Who’re we talking about?” Stiles asks as he saunters up.

Scott’s already rolling his eyes because he knows what’scoming, just as well as Isaac does.

“No one,” Isaac says, trying to avoid what he knows iscoming.

“Oh,” Stiles hums. “So, Isaac when (y/n) sees him?” He’salready laughing before he’s even gotten the quip out.

Isaac gives him a flat look and walks away but he can hearScott smack Stiles upside the head.

“Ouch,” Stiles complains. “What was that for?”

“We’re his friends, we should be encouraging him,” Scottscolds.

“To ask out a girl he has no chance with?” Stiles asksincredulously. “(Y/n) is way too hardcore for him. She’s not just the bad girlthat skips class and sneaks out to see her boyfriends. She totally beat theshit out of that guy from Dalton that wouldn’t take no for an answer at Danny’sparty last summer.”

Isaac strains his ears extra hard to hear Scott’s reply tothat. “Doesn’t matter. Maybe Isaac is exactly her type, we don’t know. And neitherwill he if he never tries.”

Isaac bites his lip and continues walking, letting hisfriends’ chatter fade into the background.

*

So, he’s decided. He’s gonna do it. He’s gonna ask you out.

He looks for you after school, trying to get it over withbefore he loses his nerve. He finds Danny and Jackson sitting on the frontsteps but you’re not with them.

“Uh, Danny, hey,” Isaac approaches, shoulders hunched up tohis ears, hands buried in his pockets. “Do you know where (y/n) is?”

Jackson snorts. “OH my god,” he scoffs like he knows exactlywhere this is going, and he finds it hilarious.

Danny elbows Jackson in the side. “Be nice,” he scolds witha little smile, because when is Danny notsmiling a little. He turns his gaze to Isaac. “She had to skip out early today,”he informs. “Do you want me to tell her you’re looking for her?”

“Yeah,” Isaac says but then shakes his head. “Wait, no. Um.Just—“

“Yeah. No. Wait. Um…”Jackson mocks him, before fixing him with a glare. “Doesn’t matter what youwant, loser. I’m gonna tell her anyway, so get lost.”

Isaac shakes his head at Jackson’s behavior but listens andwalks away. He doesn’t see how you or Danny can hang out with that jerk.

Well, it seems he’ll know soon if he really is a nobody inyour eyes.

*

He’s on his way to Stiles’ jeep the next day when someonecalls out behind him.

“Hey, Isaac!”

He turns and there you are, looking all bad-ass andgorgeous. “Hi,” he breathes.

“I heard you were looking for me.”

“Oh, yeah, I—“ He stops speaking, looking around the parkinglot. He feels the weight of all of his friends’ stares from every corner of thelot. Suddenly, he feels a lot less sure he can do this. “I just— wanted to ask,um,” his eyes search frantically for some clue to a question he can ask and hisgaze rests on the helmet in your hands. “I wanted to ask where you got your bike.”

“Oh,” you seem surprised by that question. “Dante’s over onNinth.”

“Oh, cool,” Isaac nods like he’s actually heard of theplace.

“You thinking of getting one?” You ask, seeming interestedin his existence for once.

“Uh, yeah. Maybe.”

“Well, my Agusta handles reallywell,” you tell him, licking your lips and glancing over at it across the lot. “Itotally recommend it. Do you… wanna go for a ride?”

He feels his eyes widen and his mouth fall open a bit. “Y-Yeah.Yeah, sure.”

He follows you over to your motorbike and watches you straddleit with confident ease. He stumbles trying to get on behind you and hopes youhaven’t noticed as he settles himself up against your back.

“Hey, Joey,” you call out to one of your other friends. Heappears to be about to get in a truck with someone else but he pulls himselfback out to see what you want. “Since your bike is in the shop, can we borrow your helmet?”

He sighs heavily and gets out of the truck to walk over helmet in hand,eyeing Isaac the whole time. “Yeah, sure.” He doesn’t actually sound all thatsure, but hands over the helmet anyway.

“Thanks, man,” you say, slapping him on the arm as you passit back.

Isaac puts the helmet on, making sure it feels snug and thenwraps his arms around your waist as you bring the beast to life.

He clings to you the whole ride and it’s quite possibly thebest experience of his entire life. The freedom of feeling like he’s flyingcoupled with the girl he’s crazy about. It’s enough to give him a little of thecourage he was lacking earlier.

When you pull back into the school parking lot, he climbsoff the bike and takes off the helmet. “That was… really great.”

“I know, right?” You pop off your helmet too, hanging it onyour handle bars and grin, patting your bike, “I love this thing.”

“Hey, um, do you wanna go out sometime?” Isaac blurts, andthen feels awkward about it. Here he’s been squished up against your back forthe past twenty minutes and now he’s asking you out. That’s gotta be kindaweird.

You study him for a second and a knowing grin takes overyour face. “You’re not planning on getting a bike, are you?”

“N-no. Not really,” he admits, handing over your friend’shelmet. “I just… kinda panicked at the last second and latched onto whatever Isaw first. Which. Was your helmet.” He gestures to your own helmet. “Which leadto asking about your bike.”

You take the extra helmet from him, holding it in your lap asyou stare at him with a grin that’s making him a little nervous. “Yeah, okay,”you say abruptly.

“Yeah, okay I’m a huge dork or?”

“Yeah, okay I’ll go out with you,” you laugh. “Although. Youare a bit of a dork.”

He could be embarrassed about it but you wink at him whenyou say it. Still, he ducks his head with a nervous laugh. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you assure him. “Dorks happen to be my type.”

Take that,Stilinski. Who’s laughing now??