#logan delos fanart

[alraedesigns]

Logan Delos

Colored pencil, 9"×12

I'm on a mission to finish all the WIPs I started back in the spring, so hopefully more fanart incoming? I've got some Mando, Sandman, Never Have I Ever..., and I think that's about it?

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Feel More Alive

Word Count: 1,503  Warnings: language & (gag) mention of William A/N: The second that I saw this piece of artwork, I heard I Can’t Stand It by VHS Collection in my head, so the title comes from that song. 

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Happy Friday everyone! I know it’s been a little while since I posted one of these, and since there has been so much amazing art lately, I thought I would get back to it. This one made me gasp aloud when I first saw it, even though I KNEW it would be incredible from the second I sent the request in. @pheedraws​ literally never disappoints and always delivers absolutely stunning portraits and drawings, and this one was no exception. 

Phoebe! How do you do it? How do you manage to get so much emotion and expression in your art? How do you fit so much detail and light and life into these pieces? You are an art enchantress... an ARTchantress, and I never cease to be amazed at the magic you create. 

So from me to you, THANK YOU so much for sharing your talent with all of us. You are fabulous, you are appreciated, you are a frickin gem. 

He should not be allowed to look that good in purple aubergine and yet... 

The wide expanse of the city spread out before him as he took his seat across from the solid plate glass wall. The hotel bar that he was in offered one of the most stunning views available of Singapore at night, and while he’d been to the city countless times before on business due to the island-nation’s favorable international tax rates, he couldn’t remember the last time he had visited purely for pleasure. When was the last trip I took where I wasn’t working? He couldn’t remember that either, only able to recall the various times he’d been in the room where he sat now. Outside, the lotus shaped structure of the ArtScience museum went from orange to violet as the lights changed, the reflections bouncing off the water below and coming through the window to tint Logan’s cheeks. Maybe one’a these days I’ll get down there, check it out. I bet- 

A server came by then to deliver two tall, slender champagne flutes, and Logan let his thoughts trail off as the woman smiled. “Is there anything else I can do for you right now, Mr. Delos?�� She tucked her small round tray beneath her arm, the fingers of her free hand skimming the bottom hem of her dress where it sat almost plastered to her thighs before trailing those same fingertips over the table top. Subtle. 

It wasn’t her fault. He knew that the staff here had been instructed to cater to whatever requests their high profile visitors might have. In the past he would have taken her up on her offer, but this trip, while still business related, was different for a few reasons. Logan returned her smile, undoing the button on his jacket and leaning back in his seat. “No, thank you, I’m all set for now.”   

She let her tongue slip out from between her lips before giving him another slowly spreading smile and bringing her hand up to innocently toy with one of her dangling earrings. “Well, if anything changes, I’d be happy to-” 

I’m sure you would. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.” He lifted his glass to her, cocking one eyebrow as he did, then brought it to his mouth and took a large gulp. The woman nodded and turned to head back to the bar, but Logan caught her throw one last glance over her shoulder at him as she did. 

I should talk to the manager, tell ‘em that they can stop tellin’ the staff to do that with me. He let his eyes scan the room then, flitting over the faces of the people at the other booths in search of one face in particular. He laughed to himself as he brought his glass back down to the table. They’d probably look at me like I had six fuckin’ heads.  

It had been a few years since he’d chosen this location as a meeting place for a business contact, mainly because of the way things had unfolded after his last meeting there. Last time I sat in this booth I… He looked down and to his right at the empty cushion beside him. On Logan’s last visit, that space had been occupied by an attractive young man with captivating eyes with whom he’d planned to leave the hotel bar, had the Argos Initiative representatives he was meeting-if I can really call them that now that I know- not shown. He ran his palm over the dark leather upholstery. Can’t remember his name. Maybe I never even… It wouldn’t have been the first time Logan had gone to bed with someone without knowing what to call them. But I didn’t, not that night, not with him anyway. He closed his eyes and drew his hand back to the table, pointer and middle finger running up and down the stem of his glass before turning his head to the left, an involuntary frown forming as his eyes landed in the spot where William had sat on that last trip. 

He closed his eyes and turned his attention back to the floor to ceiling windows before opening them again, the golden lights of the lounge’s chandeliers joining the countless others in his field of vision. He’s gone now, no use in… Though Logan had already run though every single second of his trip to the park with his former brother in law, chastizing himself for not taking control of the situation sooner- If I’d have just fuckin’ shot her, if I’d have dragged his ass home- he hadn’t gone back further than that in his “what ifs”. But now, sitting here where it all began, he couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened had William not called it a night so early, had he been in the room with Logan when just a twitch of Angela’s finger had frozen the entire assembly of Hosts. He’d had to have seen it then. They’re not real, they’re...they’re not alive, they�� With a sigh he trained his eyes on his glass as a string of tiny bubbles rose to the surface. If he’d have seen what I saw, felt what I felt, there’s no way he would have… I’d at least have seen it sooner, seen it before I brought him to the park and… 

Fuck. He hadn’t wanted to think about that time, or the initial meeting with Argos. This trip was different not only because of what Logan had gone through since the last time he’d set foot in Singapore, but because of who he had with him this time- you. He’d been hesitant to bring you with him on this trip, not because he wasn’t sure of how he felt about you or because he wanted to take the lounge’s servers up on their offers to take care of whatever he needed, but because he wasn’t sure what being back in that place would be like for him, what feelings it might bring up. While this was a business trip, and you were a contracted Delos employee, that’s not all that this trip was, and he didn’t want it to be shrouded in the pain of his past. You knew everything that had happened, so it wasn’t that he wanted to keep anything from you. I just don’t want her to have to deal with this now. She shouldn’t. She deserves...she makes me... 

His thoughts dropped off again as the face he’d been looking for finally emerged from the hall that led to the restrooms, and he felt his chest expand as he took a breath in through his nose, his mouth dropping open to let it back out. Damn. Teeth snapping back together as you moved toward him through the crowded room, Logan watched the amethyst and orange reflections from the city lights paint swatches of color across your white dress. The rush he got just from looking at you made him feel more alive than any Host could, no matter how lifelike they were, and your smile as you noticed him noticing you was enough to banish all thoughts of his last visit to the lounge.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to take so long there was,” you rolled your eyes. “Some poor girl was crying in the bathroom mirror so I,” you twirled your hand as you sunk into the seat next to him, your knee brushing his. “I talked to her for a minute and-” 

But Logan didn’t hear the rest of your sentence, instead swallowing it with a kiss as one arm wound behind your back to pull you even closer to him. “Don’t be sorry,” he spoke against your lips before pulling back to look into your eyes. “Just don’t go anywhere else.” 

Your cheeks lifted into another smile as you brought one hand up to rake your fingers through his thick hair. Damn that’s… “That can be arranged, Logan.” You leaned in then, biting down gently on his earlobe and making him suck in a breath. “Unless,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his skin and raising goosebumps, “unless you wanna come with me.” 

Oh she has no idea what she just… “Now there’s an idea.” He picked up his glass, emptying it down his throat as you winked and did the same, then grabbed for your hand. “C’mon.” He pulled you to your feet and then with another tug, dragged you into his side. “Lemme show you the rooftop. ‘F I’m gonna buy this place, I should at least give you a private tour.” 

You hummed, a spark igniting in your eye as you rose on your toes to kiss him sweet and slow, drawing it out and making his heart race like no one else ever could. As the two of you made your way out of the lounge and into the elevator, Logan realized that his past wouldn’t haunt him anymore; that there was no longer any reason for him to hold on to the ghosts when there was so much life right in front of him. 

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[jmurhop]

I posted this on Instagram and Ben shared it. So yeah, I'm currently posting this on Tumblr from beyond the grave 😵

[ohbenbarnes]

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[middimidoris]

Can’t help falling in love with Ben Barnes 💞 Had to sketch him today while waiting for my AC to come back on. Love his cover of this Elvis song 🥺

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Dear Logan Delos,

I wanna give you the world. 🖤

love,

Me.

tfw it’s 30 degrees outside and you’re pushing your crummy old laptop to its limits painting Logans 

[maevesdarling]

missing Logan on this fine tuesday evening 😪

[alraedesigns]

Uh… Hi… Sooooooo

I know I already sent in a request for your event- WHICH IM SO EXCITED ABOUT!!!- but I just looked over the color palettes again and High Fashion caught my eye and it screamed Logan Delos to me.

So IF you want to do another one?? I would love to see it ����

You are so astonishingly talented, Alex, and it makes me smile every single time you post your work. Thanks for sharing and making this place more beautiful 🖤

Thank you so much!!

I was so happy to get a Logan request!! It's been a while since I've drawn him, and this palette?? Ugh Alyssa this SCREAMED Logan!

I cheated a bit and added black in to create a deeper contrast 🖤

Logan Delos - colored pencil, 6"×8"

[the-blind-assassin-12]

This Time Around

Word Count: 2,942  Warnings: anxiety/panic, implied drug use and addiction, death/illness  A/N: The title for this one comes from the song Io by Helen Stellar. I strongly suggest listening to it as an accompanying piece to this. This piece is connected to the Core Drive AU and directly correlates to another one shot for that series. It takes place a little bit ahead of the current storyline, and will come into play in a bigger way soon enough ;) (so sorry for the angsty vibes on SUCH  a stunning piece of art! but it will all make sense i promise) 

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Oh hi there. It’s 1am EST and I figured now is as good a time as any to gush over @valkblue​ ‘s extraordinary talent. I was lucky enough to commission Angie during her Trick-or-Treat fanart event, and I knew that giving her free-reign to decide what to draw was the right call because literally everything this artist creates is absolute magic. From the color choices to the movement, the little details like the bracelets and Juliet’s Superman shirt and the way that you can hear the laughter coming from this picture... I’m seriously speechless. Real talk? I teared up when I saw it for the first time, not going to lie. 

So Angie, I hope you enjoy this (and I hope you can forgive me for putting a little bit of an angsty twist on this beautiful memory). Thank you so SO much for creating it for me and for sharing your incredible work with all of us. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- You are a stunningly talented gem and you are appreciated!!  

Look how sweet and innocent and gleeful they were are!! 

What did I just read? 

She let out an uneven breath as she lifted one shaking hand up to fix a curl that had fallen loose over her eyes. Two pearl bracelets knocked together on her wrist, clicking softly as she dropped her arm back to her side. Her fingertips swept over the sweaty center of her palms . 

What did I just read? It sounded like… 

Clamping her eyes shut tightly, she swallowed and released another burst of air. 

If this is true it means… It means he was… 

“Good afternoon, Ms. Delos.” 

She gasped and looked up from the marble floor, blinking rapidly to realign her features into a more neutral expression. Managing a tight-lipped smile, she nodded at the member of the estate staff who had greeted her, and the woman went back to work situating a vase filled with peonies in full bloom. The groundskeeper always supplied fresh cuttings to be displayed throughout the house, and the recent change in the weather meant that the garden was bursting with color. 

Juliet’s eyes lingered on the fluffy blossoms as the woman twisted the vase and stepped away from the credenza. “Is there anything I can get for you, ma’am?” She clasped her hands in front of her, waiting for a reply. 

“N-” she cleared her throat with a small cough. “No, thank you, I’m fine.” 

That’s a lie. 

But whether it was because she was paid not to ask questions, or because she believed what Juliet said, the woman didn’t hesitate before nodding with a smile. “Well then, have a lovely day, Ms. Delos.” 

With that the young woman hurried off to complete the next task on her agenda, and Juliet released the tension she was holding in her shoulders, chest rising and falling as she tried again to take steady breaths. But the buzzing in her ears came rushing back as soon as she was alone again, and one hand flew out to help her catch her balance as she turned the corner into the back hall. Her footsteps slowed and faltered slightly as she made her way down to the last room, as though the air was so thick and full of memories that it was like trying to run under water. 

The simple, white wooden door was closed, like it always was these days. She hadn’t been able to set foot inside the room in close to a decade, and since Logan had moved out only the housekeepers entered it. Preferring not to feel the things she was feeling now, she’d put her mother’s sitting room out of her mind by putting it out of her sight. But now I… she swallowed, hard. 

“Don’t let him ruin you, Juliet…” 

The last words her mother spoke to her echoed in her mind, as clearly as they had the day that the woman held her daughter’s face between her palms, begging her to remain true to herself. Her heart stalled then, and a chill filled her chest, spreading out into her limbs, into her mind. She sucked in a breath as the rest of her mother’s words came back to her. 

“He’ll do anything for power... Don’t trust him, Jules.”  

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It had been the last day of an unexpected visit home before leaving for a semester abroad, and Juliet had been sitting with her mother while the woman recounted what was clearly one of her strongest memories. Although she hadn’t worn her hair in braids since she was eight years old, she relaxed against her mother’s bent knees, closing her eyes as the woman raked her fingernails through her wavy, dark brown locks. Separating it into pieces, she began weaving the strands over and under, hands remembering the motions so her mind wouldn’t have to. 

“Do you remember when you and your brother crash landed in the lilac bush?” Her tone was tinged with an air of mischief, the question finishing with a laugh that had made Juliet smile. 

Of course I do. Her eyes had opened then, flicking across the sitting room to the table by the window seat, where a silver frame held a photo of the very moment that her mother was reminiscing about. In it, a tiny version of herself held the ropes of a swing tightly between clenched fists, her legs extended out in front of herself, shoes just seconds away from becoming projectiles and launching from her feet. Logan stood on the swing’s seat, one brightly colored sneaker planted on either side of her, his own small hands wrapped tightly around the ropes as he swayed his weight to send them swinging higher. 

“You wanted to fly to the moon.” Another little chuckle tumbled from her mother’s lips as she secured an elastic around the bottom of one pigtail. I remember. Juliet wasn’t sure if that was a fact she recalled from the memory itself, or from the many times it had been retold, but it didn’t matter. She remembers. She remembers this. Maybe she… Maybe Logan’s wrong. Maybe she’s getting better. She smiled as her mother started working on the other side of her parted hair. It was a wishful thought and she knew it, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be true. “You always wanted to go higher. My fearless little girl.” 

Juliet closed her eyes again to let the story play out in her head and she could hear her own delighted squeals as she begged her brother to swing them higher and faster, his response nearly drowned out by his gleeful laughter. “Okay, Jules, hold on tight!”  

No one would know it now if they hadn’t grown up with her, but Juliet Delos had been an adventurous, rough and tumble child, always covered head to toe in scrapes and bruises she’d gotten from trying to jump and  climb and do everything that Logan did. He was older, bigger, stronger and quicker, but that never stopped him from including his sister, nor did it hold her back one bit. They were almost inseparable, Juliet idolizing him and Logan seemingly loving every moment of it. Though they’d grown up and grown apart somewhat as teenaged siblings sometimes do, Juliet still looked up to Logan. I’m just not wearing his hand-me-downs anymore. She blinked over at the photo once more, smirking at the grass-stained Superman shirt she was wearing, recalling her absolute disinterest when her parents had told her that she could have a pink Supergirl one instead if she wanted. “Logan’s is Superman,” she’d stubbornly pointed out. “I want to be like Logan.” 

Juliet grinned, looking out the window and into the yard then, where the ropes of the swing still hung from the enormous tree. “We almost got to the moon, mom,” she said, handing her mother a second elastic when she’d tapped her on the shoulder. “Our calculations just didn’t account for your lilacs.” 

The sound of her mother’s laughter then felt like a balm to her heart, smoothing over all the little cracks put there from the times when the woman couldn’t remember things, or worse, when she remembered them incorrectly. She’s still there, she told herself, allowing that thought to put her at ease about leaving the country in the morning. She’ll still be here when I get home.The assurance was all she needed to let herself get lost in the rest of the memory. 

“Okay Jules, ready?” Logan asked confidently as he angled himself to gain more velocity on the swing.

Juliet tilted her head back to look up at him as her pigtails trailed behind in the breeze, small forehead furrowed and chapped bottom lip between her teeth. “Y-yeah…” 

She gave herself away with her nervous laughter though, and Logan didn’t miss it. “C’mon, jump with me, I won’t let you fall.”

The laughter came back but this time it was from excitement. “Okay!” More laughter as their mother snapped a picture from where she and their father were sitting on the veranda. “Okay, Logan!”  

He started counting down from three then, his voice downright giddy with the prospect of flying from the swing. When he got to one he yelled out the word “Jump!”, and on command Juliet flung herself from the seat of the swing, Logan springing off of it right behind her as it hit the height of its trajectory. It took no time at all for the pair of them to realize that they were headed straight into and not over their mother’s precious lilac bush and though Logan tried to wrap his scrawny arms around his sister in midair, hoping to somehow protect her from the impact, they both ended up tangled in the twiggy, broken branches of the massive purple shrub. 

“How’d we walk out of that one scot free? No broken bones?” Juliet mused, laughing as she recalled pulling petals from her hair late into the evening that night. 

“No broken bones.” Her mother confirmed, smoothing back any stray strands that she missed in the braids. Juliet sighed at the feeling of her nails combing over her scalp, relishing the moment. She hasn’t done that in…  “But do you remember how mad your father got?” Her hands dropped down then, landing on Juliet’s back and causing her to turn around to face her mother. 

Furrowing her brow, she cocked her head to one side. “Dad didn’t get mad… he…” she pursed her lips and thought hard, searching her memory for her father’s wrath and coming up short. “Did he?” 

“He did.” Her mother nodded, a solemn look overtaking her face as she picked up one of Juliet’s braids to examine her handiwork. “He screamed at your brother, told him he should have known better; that it was his job to protect you and not to put you in danger.” She sighed and let the braid fall, the tail end of it landing on Juliet’s shoulder. 

He did? Logan never told me that… She was about to ask her mother if she was sure when the woman’s expression changed, the furrows smoothing out and a smile returning to her cheeks. But not her eyes… Juliet frowned, a sudden sense of dread setting in. Maybe she’s not getting better after all…  “Juliet, do you remember the stories I used to tell you and your brother? When we’d sit in the garden? Oh,” she giggled, the sound seeming much smaller and less lifelike than the genuine laughter the two of them had shared only moments before. “The myths! You always wanted to hear the myths.” Her unfocused eyes stuck to the woven strands of her daughter’s hair. “Io and Hermes, Pan, Syrinx and Argos...those were your favorites, do you remember?” 

Juliet took a shuddering breath then, feeling her eyes prick with tears at the way her mother seemed to have slipped into another moment without warning. “Y-yeah, mom… I remember.” She sniffed, swiping her tears with her pointer finger before her mother could notice them. “Pan chased Syrinx into the forest, where she turned into a flower? Or...a bush-” 

“A lilac bush, my Jul,” her mother corrected her. 

“A lilac..? Really? Mom?” Juliet couldn’t remember that part of the story, and she couldn’t tell if it was just something that her mother was adding now. I’ll have to ask Logan if he-

“And Hermes? Do you remember?” Her mother prompted her, reaching down and squeezing her hands. 

“H-Hermes?” Juliet sniffed as her mother nodded. “Yeah...he...rescued Io, right? Tricked Argos into shutting his eyes and...and stole her away?” 

“That’s right,” she gave her daughter a proud smile. “You remembered.” 

Of course I did, those… you loved those stories as much as we did. “Mom, I-” 

But another sudden switch occurred then, and Juliet was silenced as her mother’s thin arms wound tightly around her. “Don’t let him ruin you, Juliet. Stay you, my sweet girl.” 

“Who, mom? Who are you…” She hugged her mother back, turning her head to rest it on the woman’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of her hair. “Who are you afraid of?” 

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She hadn’t gotten an answer from her then, but now, placing a shaking hand on the intricate doorknob, Juliet thought she knew who her mother was referring to.

If what I read was… she meant… Oh, mom… 

Opening the door, she stepped inside and turned slowly as her eyes raked over the contents of the room- the full bookshelf, the empty easel, the chaise lounge with the paisley patterned pillows. But it was the small, silver frame on the side table near the window seat and the photo in it that made the tears that she’d been holding back came spilling out. A few steps brought her close enough to reach out, fingertips brushing the bunch of tiny purple flowers before making contact with the cool metal of the picture frame. A sob broke free of her lungs as she picked up the picture, tracing the edge of the frame with the pointer finger of her free hand. 

He was always trying to protect me. 

She took the frame and crossed the room to sink into the chaise, leaning back into the pillows with the picture in her hands. “I’m sorry, Logan...I’m so…” a sob cut her quiet apology short and she forced her eyes shut, tears slipping from under the closed lids. The stories she told us… When she blinked her eyes open again, she turned her head to look out at where the lilac bush had grown back just as strong and full after the two of them had nearly demolished it with their small bodies and flailing limbs. They were about her and… and Dad and...and me and Logan. She was… another sob wracked her chest. She was trying to warn me. 

“Just like Logan was,” she whispered to the empty room that she’d avoided for so long. 

Setting the frame aside, she glanced over at the door to make sure that it was still closed and that no one had followed her before pulling her phone from her pocket and opening her email. Scrolling through, she found the one that she’d happened upon by accident in her father’s study; one she was certain that he nor her husband wanted her to see, so she had forwarded it to herself to give herself more time to process what it said. What it meant. 

We’ll make it look like a preventative move- come out strong and say that the new QA procedures are being put in place to assure guests that the kinds of things Logan was accusing me of couldn’t happen in our parks. Face it, Jim, neither of us thought he’d pull through from that last bender, but he did and we need to get on the right side of it while the iron is hot. 

She read through the excerpt that had shattered her world, each word that she read making her cringe more than the last. Why are you so hell bent on how you look if you haven’t done anything wrong, William? And… The second question only made her head swim even more. And if Dad...if he knows… then he knows that Logan wasn’t… I need to find out more information. I need to… I- 

She took a deep breath then, and thought of the letter she’d received a few weeks back from her brother, of the way that the elongated letters of his handwriting pleaded with her to reach out to him when she was ready to talk again. He apologized in more words than she could ever recall him using to express how sorry he was for how things fell apart. He asked her to please consider that what he’d told her was the truth. He promised that he’d never stop trying to protect her, even if she couldn’t understand what he meant. He told her that he’d earn her trust again, and that he’d work hard to keep it this time. 

Swallowing the rest of the tears she felt building, Juliet licked at her bottom lip, tasting salt. She looked down at the picture that her mother had cherished for all those years, and picked it up again, deciding then that it shouldn’t stay down here, locked away and out of sight. She decided to make her own promise to Logan- that she’d find a way to prove that her father and William were covering something up- something big, possibly bigger than what had happened to her brother in the park.

 I know I messed up, Logan. 

She wiped at her eyes and turned the frame over to undo the fastenings and pop the picture out. The photo paper was slightly yellowed at the edges, a sign of how much time had passed since things were carefree- for me. They were carefree for me, but he… Dad was always hard on him, wasn’t he? Tucking the photo into her pocket with her phone, Juliet stood and crossed the room to set the empty frame back on the table, next to the fresh cut lilacs that the staff had always brought into their mother’s room. 

That was him too, wasn’t it? Juliet couldn’t be sure, but she knew that she hadn’t said anything to the staff about their mother’s affinity for the soft purple blossoms, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it hadn’t been her father. He always… He always put us first, Mom and I. I...I see that now, and I’ll… I promise, Logan, I’ll find a way to fix this. 

“This time around, Logan, I’ll find a way to help you.”

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Thank you a million times to all you fabulous artists! If you are an artist in the Ben Barnes fandom, or if you want to surprise an artist with a quick drabble, send me a message or link me to the piece of artwork that you would like me to write about. Let’s show these talented folks how much we appreciate them and the things that they create!

And if you would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please feel free to drop a line!

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[alraedesigns]

"Don't you get it yet? There is no such thing as heroes or villains."

Confederado Logan is my favorite Logan 💓

[alraedesigns]

Logan Delos with Blackberry Crumble #7 :3

Thank you for the request! One Delos in blackberry crumble coming right up! This color palette was made for him! 😍

I've only got one request left, so feel free to send some in! Video games, comics. TV shows, it doesn't have to just be Ben Barnes related 😀

[the-blind-assassin-12]

C’est La Guerre

Word Count: 840 Warnings: some language.  Character: Logan Delos A/N: “C’est La Guerre” is French and roughly translates to “That’s war.” 

(ARTIST APPRECIATION SUBMISSION)  

Howdy folks! Ready to appreciate some amazing art?! I was so thrilled when I got this submission from @something-tofightfor​ who wanted to surprise @valkblue​ , because I absolutely ADORED this piece when it was first posted, and to be entirely honest, it was one of the pieces of art that I knew that I wanted to write about for this event. It just brought so much fun and lightheartedness to Logan, which I just love. He’s so much fun when he’s allowed to be, and this extremely talented artist showed that side of him so perfectly here.

(also shout out to @pheedraws​ for inadvertently tipping the dominoes that made this happen.)  

So, from Rachael (and I) to you, you talented beast: THANK YOU FOR GIFTING US WITH THIS MASTERPIECE. YOU ARE TALENTED. YOU ARE APPRECIATED. YOU ARE A TRUE GEM. Keep shinin’, darlin’. 

(Ugh. I just want to start trouble with him, don’t you?!)  

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“I just… don’t get it, Logan.” 

Juliet slapped her neck, swatting at a fly that had landed there. One side of her face was scrunched, little creases forming around her eye where her cheek had pushed up into it. She groaned, having missed the fly only managing to smack her sweat slicked and sunburned skin.  The sleeves of her blouse were rolled as high as they could go in an attempt to stay cool under the desert sun but it did little to help, the thick homespun cotton of her ankle length prairie skirt sealing in the heat. It had to be this park, didn’t it? And it had to be in the summer. Juliet liked Westworld enough the first few times that she had experienced it as a guest, but unlike Logan, there were others that she enjoyed more. No one likes this place as much as he does.  

She stepped out of the way of the makeup artist that had just finished spritzing some kind of setting spray over the prosthetic slash wound on Logan’s face, moving closer to her brother but still out of the way of the production crew. Why do I have to stay in costume when none of them are? Why can’t I just change for my part? A young man in a tank top and shorts bustled past her, shouting to someone across the makeshift set. The park’s closed while we do this, and they- she shot a glance to her left, where a small cluster of Hosts in Confederate Army attire sat quietly awaiting instruction- won’t remember any of this anyway. She sighed and used both hands to lift her curls off of her neck, turning back to face Logan again. How is he not melting? 

Logan shifted his shoulders and tilted his head to the side, a teasing and mischievous grin playing on his face. He hadn’t spared a single layer, sporting a long sleeve button down under a blue-gray vest with silver fastenings and topped off with a period appropriate officer’s coat that hung halfway down his thigh. Even though she was less than pleased with the entire project, especially Logan’s insistence that she take part in it, she felt herself smile inwardly at the accessories that she knew he had chosen for himself- the brooch, the belt. He always goes all in, I’ll give him that. 

“What about this don’t you understand, Jules?” 

He sat up a little straighter, widening his legs so that the stamped lettering on the crate he sat atop could be read. DANGER NITRO. Except there was a large red X emblazoned over the second word, replacing it with the word NOT. He looked down at the crate, then back up at her, his long hair flopping over the artificial dirt smudges the makeup team had seen fit to smear across his forehead. A production assistant appeared at Logan’s side and handed him a sterling silver goblet and a glass bottle of Coca-Cola before touching their earpiece and hurrying off in the direction of the cameras. All of it? 

“I mean,” She began, gesturing at the props he held, the wooden box he was perched on, and the swarm of “Confederados” that was being led over to act as extras behind Logan. “How does any of this make sense? Coke wasn’t even a company until at least thirty years after the Civil War, for one, and...I don’t know, since when does Delos Destinations cross promote like this? Isn’t it...beneath us?”

“All’s fair in marketing,” he answered with a shrug, raising the bottle so that another assistant could come by and pop the aluminum cap off. He made sure to scoop it up from the ground before jogging back behind the cameras so that no wayward Host found it in a decade and spiraled into an existential crisis. “And those shitbrains at Pepsi decided to team up with fucking Hilton over us, even after I pitched the whole tie in with their dumbass new Nitro product line, so,” he took a sip of the ice-cold beverage and grinned through an exaggerated ah. “C’est la guerre!”    

Juliet rolled her eyes but gave in to the humor of the situation with a small exhale through her nose in the form of a laugh. At least he’s happy. I’m gonna kill him for making me do this, but- she smacked at another fly, aim true this time. Someone showed up at her elbow to escort her out of the shot until it was her turn to hop in, someone else shouting for quiet on the commercial set. She watched Logan put on his game face, the serious little folds in his brow that she knew were there were hidden by his mussed hair, but under the concentration she saw that little spark in his dark eyes, the one he got when he was closing in on a big deal or delivering the final blow to the competition with a brilliant ad campaign. But at least he’s happy.

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I laughed my butt off writing this, almost as much as I did when the original artwork was posted. I hope you had as much fun reading as I had writing. Thank you a million times to all you fabulous artists! If you are an artist in the Ben Barnes fandom, or if you want to surprise an artist with a quick drabble/ poem/ whatever comes out, send me a message or link me to the piece of artwork that you would like me to write about. Let’s show these talented folks how much we appreciate them and the things that they create!  

[alraedesigns]

I've been making my way through the Here Comes the Sun masterlist by @something-tofightfor again. Anyways, I couldn't get disheveled looking Bahamas Logan off the brain, so this one is for you!

Reference is from S2E02, pencil, 6"x8"

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Artist Appreciation Masterlist

ONGOING EVENT - details here. 

I will continue to write these as long as you continue to send them!! 

Ryan Brenner

Elida in Winter - requested by @suchatinyinfinity for artwork done by @pheedraws

Lonely Stranger - requested by @something-tofightfor for artwork done by @gollyderek

Logan Delos

C’est La Guerre - requested by @something-tofightfor for artwork done by @valkblue 

Feel More Alive - dedicated by @the-blind-assassin-12 for artwork done by @pheedraws 

This Time Around - dedicated by @the-blind-assassin-12 for artwork done by @valkblue

Caspian X 

A Better King Than Those That Came Before - requested by @pheedraws for artwork done by @alraedesigns

Billy Russo 

Ambush - requested by @fific7 for artwork done by @pheedraws

Samuel Adams 

Pygmalion- requested by anonymous for artwork done by@its-my-little-dumpster-fire

John Whittaker 

Mad About the Boy - requested by @alraedesigns for artwork done by @pheedraws

[alraedesigns]

Here's a quick, scribbly Logan to kick off the new sketchbook.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

HEY HEY HEY!!!

I have two more wonderful works of art that were sent my way by secret admirers (one’s a real doozy!) and they’ll both be up in the next few days, but I wanted to remind everyone that this will be an ongoing event like bottomless mimosas at brunch so please keep sending me brilliant art to write about!!

And artists! Not one of you sent me your own work! I’m gonna need y’all to love on yourselves a little here. Tell me what your favorite drawing/sketch/painting/sculpture/WHATEVER is or pick the creation you’re proudest of. You are all so talented and I wanna see you say it.

Calling all Ben Barnes Fandom Artists!

Lately I have just been FLOORED by the artwork that you all have been putting out. (no really, I end up on the floor more often than not due to the overwhelming talent that you all possess.) And as such, I wanted to do something for you to thank you for sharing your incredible sketches, paintings, digital art and other stunning creations.

But an artist I am not. I deal solely in words.

So I came up with an i d e a over the weekend while I was scrolling and repeatedly picking my jaw up from off the floor where it had dropped. Many times I’ve seen artists create something inspired by a fic that they read, or that someone else read and requested artwork for and I think that's one of the coolest things. Like, really and for true, that's just so grand.

But I haven't seen (and this doesn't mean it hasn't happened) a writer do the same for an artist. SO my i d e a was this:

If you are an artist in the BB fandom, send me your favorite piece in a message or submission, and I will write something short inspired by it.

It could be a poem, a snippet of dialogue, narration... Idk I haven't seen what you're sending me yet!

I'll post both your artwork and what I've written.

I want to do as many of these as possible because you guys are amazing and deserve it. You are welcome to send me more than one piece of artwork, however I want to spread the attention to any/all the artists who submit so it might take me a little while to get to your second (or third or twelfth) submission.

There's no time limit on this, I'll do it for as long as I get submissions and I'll try to post at least one of them a week if not more frequently.

NON ARTISTS CAN SUBMIT THEIR FAVORITE WORK BY AN ARTIST TO SURPRISE THEM TOO! I'll clear it with the artist before I post it but this could be a really fun way to surprise someone!

So there you have it. Thoughts? Artists weigh in, is this something you'd like? I just appreciate the heck out of you and want you all to know it.