#patate draws

[la-grosse-patate]

"You know, when I said 'du-te naibii' you didn't have to take it literally."

my, my, it's been a while 👀 i told myself that this is the year i start creating more for my otp and i'm sooo happy to finally be out of the slump that was this winter 💖 i'm still struggling with lighting and perspective, but i'm proud of how this came out. i'm also proud of myself for sticking to it and not half-assing it like usual

oh and don't worry about roger. he's fine, he's just dramatic

tagging my dear @cassietrn as requested 😘

[la-grosse-patate]

His hand reached out on its own accord, fingertips carefully brushing the wet curls away as not to touch her throbbing cheek. The sight of deep crimson and faint plum greeted him mockingly, a fresh cut now adorning her face in a bizarre competition with her freckles. "Osti, Belle," he murmured, eyes intently scanning for signs of infection, "they got you good." In moments like these, he longed to offer any kind of comfort that he could. To protect her. But this wasn't the old world. Isabel was no damsel in distress, and he was no knight in shining armor. Still, the urge to wrap his arms around her was strong. Almost stronger than his self-preservation instinct. On any other night, he would've gladly risked losing an arm — or both — to be able to chase away the evening chill from between her shoulder blades, to inhale the scent of her freshly washed hair, to tell her that he was there for her... But not tonight. After Isabel's heated argument with Rush earlier that evening, Prosperity fell unusually quiet, unusually early. "Yeah," the captain sighed, hanging her head in shame. "But at least I still have a face."

Tagging some people if they don't mind 👉🏻👈🏻 (opt-in/out):

@socially-awkward-skeleton @elderglocks @gh0stysarts  @voidika @skulldoodles16

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[la-grosse-patate]

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫."

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@socially-awkward-skeleton @elderglocks @gh0stysarts  @voidika @skulldoodles16

@carlosoliveiraa @strangefable @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @ravenmind2001

@where-she-went @skoll-sun-eater @thepachy @whatwouldvalerydo @oq-der-na-telha

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[la-grosse-patate]

"𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤! 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭!" I've been thinking for a long time about how Isabel and Irwin (Lil' Fucker) team up and plot against the highwaymen together 😈 this one's right after a tag team match. Spoiler alert: they won.

I'm not 100% happy with how this came out, but in order to preserve my sanity I'm just gonna leave it like this. It's been sitting in my drafts since august last year 💀 but it feels good to pick up the pen and draw again 💖

[la-grosse-patate]

"𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞?? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬!"

Isabel did not dare look up at the crowd. Not yet. The loud cheering alone gave her a rough idea of just how many people came to witness the latest human sacrifice. Lowering into a split as deep as her flexibility allowed her, she embraced the subtle burn in her hips and thighs, welcoming it like an old friend. The vibrations of the arena traveled through and up her arms. An amalgamation of obnoxious music, stomping feet, indistinctive shouting and lust for blood. A strange roar that matched the disquiet in her veins.

Her blood boiled with something she could not exactly name. Something wild, like a beast lurking under murky waters, waiting for the right moment to strike. Patient like a house cat waiting for its prey to re-emerge from its hidey-hole. Certain like a pot of pasta threatening to boil over. Though Isabel did not wish to lower the heat. Oh no. She merely wanted to keep the lid on for as long as possible. "And remember what I told you, slick," shouted Irwin over the booming crowd. "I won't be able to save your ass everytime you fuck up so... at least try not to land on your neck in there, okay?" Glancing up at the mountain of a man that was Irwin "Lil' Fucker" Smalls, Isabel suppressed a grin. Chest puffed up and hands planted firmly on his hips in an attempt to seem bigger, more intimidating — not that he needed to —, the highwayman glared with the power of a thousand lasers. But Izzie knew his ire was not directed towards her, but towards his greatest enemy. Towards "fucking Frank" that stood across the ring with infuriating confidence. But Isabel could not see the appeal. Sure, the guy looked tough, but even Barnes could punch his ass flat with one well-placed fist. Why Irwin got so worked up over him all the time was beyond her. Right behind the warden stood a woman who couldn't have been older than Isabel herself. Her opponent, who always went out of her way to show her that she still had both her middle fingers. But that was something Isabel intended to change very soon. "Did you hear me, slick? Now don't die in there." Izzie couldn't wait to finally take the lid off the boiling pot. "Yeah, okay."

I was supposed to draw their opponents as well, but I am excited, and I am not patient when I am excited 😂 Did you guys catch on the telltale signs of Eden's Gift? 👀 yeaaahhh Frank and his sidekick are so cooked.

I wanted to draw Isabel and Irwin together as a tag team, MK style. They're posing like Jade and Sub-Zero. And I wanted to draw Isabel's gear again because I feel like the last time I didn't do it justice. Also, I wanted Irwin to get his revenge. Poor guy's always mumbling to himself and punching the air. Let him end Frank so he can finally sleep at night 😂

[la-grosse-patate]

Summary: After one successful expedition, Roger and Isabel land in a safe spot to asses the damage, refuel and admire... the... sunset ☀ Wordcount: 875

If Isabel had any more coherent thoughts left in her brain, they died on that damned aircraft carrier. Either squashed under dozens of pairs of motocross boots and beefed up cars, or pulverized by highwaymen bullets and rockets. And despite the tranquility of their hidden safe spot, the constant sizzling of her abused eardrums only seemed to get worse

With one shaky hand placed atop her still racing heart, she was glad to see that Timber was in much better shape than her.

“A few bullet holes here and there,” Roger’s voice echoed from behind her, where he knelt next to his beloved helicopter, “but nothing La Grosse Patate can’t handle.”

It was good news, right? Sure, she could walk away with permanent hearing loss, but they all made it through. Timber was alright, Roger was alright, La Grosse Patate... Had new ventilation holes, but by the grace of God, they were all fine.

Right?

A light chuckle escaped her throat, though it carried no amusement.

Rush would scold her, give her the ‘I told you so’ speech. Tell her that the risk wasn’t worth the reward. And even though the last few minutes of her mission were a blur, fragments of what had transpired at the lighthouse during her and Timber’s frantic escape were slowly starting to come back to her.

The captain didn’t expect shit to go south so quickly. One minute she was sneaking around, playing deadly ninja, the next she was running for her life with that stupid fucking package. And waiting for Roger to come pick her up felt like the longest two minutes of her life.

Maybe Rush was right, after all.

Still in flight mode, still high on adrenaline, she felt as wild as the sky looked.

Hues of pink and orange graced her tired eyes, and she felt the corners of her lips turn upwards. Happy to see that mother nature still did her thing. It was like she knew just what Isabel needed in that moment.

But as she stood there, admiring the show of colors, stars and clouds, she failed to notice Roger slowly making his way towards her.

“Enjoying the view, captain?”

Her dumb smile dropped from her face faster than Nana’s victims.

Come on, girl.

Scrambling to find two brain cells to rub together, “Yeah, it’s... nice,” was all she could muster before bowing her head in shame and defeat.

As the pilot came to stand in front of her, she felt her neck getting warmer. How he managed to turn her brain to mush in a matter of seconds was beyond her. She was pathetic.

“You did great back there, chérie.”

Suddenly, the sand beneath her feet became absolutely enthralling.

“You should have seen Timber,” she deflected, trying her damned hardest not to let the blush creep higher than the scarf around her neck. “He tore their asses to shreds. Shreds, I’m telling you.”

Proud of herself for finally forming a somewhat proper sentence, she lifted her gaze to look for her canine companion. For a distraction.

But instead of keeping her mouth shut, she opened it again to ramble some more.

“It was a total massacre. Timber went for their faces everytime,” she beamed like a proud mother. “Couple guys even threw themselves into the water to run from him, but I’m pretty sure they met an even worse fate,” she nodded to herself, staring at the ground. “Sharks, y’know?” she elaborated, meeting the man’s eyes to make sure he understood what she meant. “There- there are sharks in the water there and...”

When the puzzled look on his face turned to mirth, and his boisterous laugh filled her still buzzing ears, she felt as if the weight of a thousand aircraft carriers lifted from her chest.

“Besides,” she ventured with renewed confidence, “you did all the hard work. Flying us all the way here, I mean... that’s a lot of unslept hours, and stress, and...”

Roger shook his head, and she shut right up.

“Seeing you kick ass gives me all the strength I need, Isabelle,” he assured her. A gentle smile still tugged at his lips. “And when that truck exploded, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Fuzzy memories replayed in her mind, rewinding to the exact moment she discovered those crates of fireworks and rigged the highwaymen truck that carried them. That was, in fact, a genius move on her part. Funny how she totally forgot she did that.

“En fait, the second most beautiful thing,” he corrected.

Isabel made a face. How dare he downplay her work, her craft and her tactics, when she’d just infiltrated the enemy stronghold, outsmarted the most dominant faction in the region and stole their most precious resources gosh dang it he was smiling, he was smiling at her, why was he smiling at her?

Once her face started flushing, there was no stopping it. And when she felt her ears burn, she prayed with every fiber of her being that the deeper orange shades in the sky did a great job at concealing the color in her cheeks.

Come on girl.

“You know what, I agree. This... sunset,” she scoffed, gesturing towards the view in front of them. “You don’t see this everyday. God really said ‘bless this day in particular’.”

Decided to draw the most simple thing ever to try and get myself back into shape. I haven't touched my graphic tablet in a very long time and my skills have gotten a bit rusty. As for my writing, well... English is not my first language.

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