tw:isaac

Hello there, you! 
These were the first models I painted for my WIP Lizardmen army. I entered them into Games Workshop Stockholm’s annual painting competition and took home third place. I’m especially happy with these as they in a way represent a mark where I managed to step my painting up quite a bit. 

//Isaac

Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more.’ ‘Seventeen,’ Gus corrected. 'I’m assuming you’ve got some time, you interupting bastard. 'I’m telling you,’ Isaac continued, 'Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness. 'But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
—  Isaac’s eulogy
Jealous At Lacrosse Pt. Two (Isaac)

I was asked to extend the Jealous At Lacrosse imagine so here it is!

For the whole weekend following the game you were thinking about Isaac and the looks he had given you that night. The team had won and you had ended up going out with Johnson and his few and his mates for a late night Macca’s run but the whole time you were distracted. You paid no attention to Johnson at all, despite him trying to capture your attention and actually flirt with you. It was something you would have been extremely excited about only hours before. But now you had Isaac on your mind and for some reason you just couldn’t get him out. When school came back round on Monday you had decided you were going to talk to Isaac about it and ask just what the hell was going on. You were at your locker, trying to work out how you could ask Isaac, when Johnson appeared by your side and gave you his charming grin. “Hey.” He said. “Hey Johnson.” You murmured the greeting and glanced back at Isaac. He was on the other side of the hallway at his own locker, glancing over at the two of you with that jealous look again. “Did you get my text?” He asked. Your eyes flicked back to your locker. “Hmm?” You asked, his words not getting through to you as you glanced back at Isaac once again. “I said did you get my text?” “Oh. Yeah. Sorry I didn’t reply. I’ve been really distracted.” You looked at him and forced a smile. For some reason he just didn’t seem as attractive as he was just a few days ago. “You seem to be distracted a lot recently.” He grumbled. “Hah, yeah. I guess so. I’ve just been thinking about a lot of things.” You said. Johnson grunted and watched you as you glanced at Isaac again. “Isaac is definitely a lot of things. But he’s not worth your time.” At that you froze. You moved your gaze to Johnson, jaw clenched. “What do you mean?” You asked. Johnson rolled his eyes. “It’s Isaac Lahey. Not only is he weird but he has no parents and no friends and hey, have you looked at me recently? I’m smoking hot. Isaac? He’s just scrawny.” You slammed your locker shut and squeezed your bag strap. “Well maybe scrawny is just my type.” You said before pushing past him and bee-lining for Isaac. You linked arms with him and began pulling him down the hallway. “Hey! Whoa! Is everything okay?” He asked. When you didn’t respond he halted the two of you to a stop and turned you around so that you were facing him. “Is everything okay?” He asked again. Your eyes flicked to his and you stared into them for a few moments. You quickly pressed your lips onto his and then pulled away, looking at him to gauge his reaction. His cheeks were pink and a smile was curling onto his lips. You nodded your head and smiled. “Yeah, everything’s okay.”