#labels for handmade quilts

[mythosidhesdollhouse]

New day, new doll post! Or in this case several doll posts XD Was originally planning to marathon all this into one giant entry, but to preserve my sanity and make things more easily digestible for my dear Readers, we're going to break it down into smaller sections. Consider this Andrea Mail, Part 1 <3

(You know the deal--rambling monologue and more pix under the cut)

So. About a month ago @dollsahoy was casting around for someone to adopt this doll she made by combining donated vinyl parts (head/arms/legs) with a vintage Holly Hobbie stuffed doll pattern (you can read more about the project in her blog post here). I volunteered immediately, and we hashed out the shipping details. At some point in that process she said in addition to sending the doll in question "I want to sew something for your dolls," which I naturally agreed to because why would I not ???? At any rate, a few weeks went by, and this past Friday the box finally arrived, filled with SO MANY wonderful things! I can't wait to share them all with you. But first we have to talk about this girl, because I am genuinely delighted by her.

While it may not be greatly apparent from the current state of my collection (though you may have gleaned from the peek into my doll trunk and willingness to take on those crocheted Barbie gowns), I have a latent countrified streak a mile wide, born from many long vacations with my grandparents in Vermont, years of pouring over Victoria magazine, and a love of classic children's literature like Anne of Green Gables. My house is full of antique books, old photos, vintage porcelain, and an assortment of handmade needlecrafts and small patchwork quilts I've collected while visiting my family who still live in New England. I suppose nowadays this would all fall under the heading of 'Cottagecore', though I've never bothered assigning a label to it. It's all just things that make me happy.

All of which is to say, when I tell you this doll is my aesthetic--my earliest aesthetic--it is really, deeply true on a level that is difficult to convey without...posing her in front of one of my thrifted quilts, which coordinates with her dress perfectly ^_^ She is just sweet--starry eyes, questionable haircut and all*--and has an innocence that makes her feel like an old doll, though technically her current assemblage is new. Nostalgic in the best possible way. I think she'll inspire me with the push I need to get my porcelain dolls out of storage, because she absolutely needs to be displayed alongside them.

Now the only matter left to address is her lack of a name! It would be rather awkward to continue referring to her, as I have been, as 'the doll my friend Andrea made.' Given her origin story, I think I'll call her Holly ;p

Alright, on to Part 2, of...idk, we'll reach the end eventually XD

*Be it noted the questionable haircut is not Andrea's fault--the head came that way. I gave her the ribbon to soften the effect a bit, but...yeah, the factory was not kind to her.

[fairy25]

I love buying old quilts but also really anything handmade, old table runners, wall hangings, embroidery, cross-stitch. My aunt spent much of her life creating huge projects of all sorts, massive award-winning quilts and every flavor of other homemade items. They were gorgeous. She had a giant workroom just for all her crafts. I still remember how good it always smelled in there, how she had huge cabinets all labelled and organized. It was like a candy store. When she died, my uncle threw it all away. Didn’t donate it. Didn’t ask if we wanted it. Into the garbage. So every time I get a new piece with some woman’s name on it who was lost in time, I hope she knows I think it’s beautiful and I’m glad she poured her time and love into it. Idk it makes me sad but also happy. It’s like having a tangible representation of a woman’s love and dedication which was discarded as something meaningless and kitschy

[siderealmaven]

Love Letters To Your Zodiac Sign <3

Dear Aries,

Did you know that there is nothing wrong with being angry? It means you’re alive and attuned, sensitive and observant. You’re more intelligent than people give you credit for because the things you’ve seen and come to know are not something you can stay silent about. Your voice and actions have impact, a butterfly affect that spreads like wildfire, igniting the hearts of all who dare to get close to you.

Your anger is a sacred wild thing. It warms the body, it cradles the heart and motivates the mind to strive for something better. When you stop being ashamed of all they have labeled as aggressively too much, you’ll come to understand you need every untamable part of yourself to achieve your dreams. You will accept you could not be led because you were meant to lead and leaders must be able to defend and protect all they hold dear. Be proud of your strength. The world needs it.

Dear Taurus,

Did you know that it’s okay to invest in yourself? You don’t always have to put everyone else first. This body, this mind, this soul are yours and you are in charge of protecting and nurturing it. You cannot allow others to treat you like a plot of farmland to be tilled, sown and reaped until the soil is depleted. There is no smile worth that pain. Don’t even bother with those barbed wire fences, make sure you go for the iron and stone. This land is sacred land.

Don’t listen to the people who try to tell you what you should plant or how to make it grow. You were born for this and the plan must come from you. The vision and the work and the sweat must come from you. They will stand at your gates and beg to sit by your flowers and eat at your table after swearing that you would never harvest anything. Go ahead and let them see your smile as you say “This one is just for me.”

Dear Gemini,

Did you know that it’s okay for you to speak your mind, even before you’ve already made it up? The best ideas come mid-sentence and give you unexpected endings. It’s okay to delight in the excitement of seeing what your brain will divulge next, to feel curiosity towards your own subconscious without shame or reservation. You are like a magician and each time you cast a spell the result is different, a never ending kaleidoscope of brand new colors.

You have the heart of the inventor and the hands of a craftsman, you were built to create with wild abandon. Every time you allow yourself to wander and drift, to rebel against the rigid lines laid out for you, you follow the sound of your own inner voice. It doesn’t matter if anyone else is listening or if anyone else believes. The most important question to ask yourself is this; do you?

Dear Cancer,

Did you know that it is okay to be soft? The walls around your heart shine like armor in the moonlight; a warning to stay back, a lure to come closer. A call to animals with sharp teeth. You don’t have to apologize for the way that you are made or the way that it makes others feel. But you do have a duty to protect and preserve these precious parts of yourself, to treat your body like a shrine to your own life. Putting up walls to do so does not make you a bad person.

In a world that is cold and cruel more often than not, the softness of Cancer is like a warm fireplace, setting the living room aglow. It’s the warm stew in your favorite bowl and the handmade quilt laid over your lap. Without Cancer’s softness there would be no comfort, no nurturing hand, and no growth. There would be no safe places to land. So go head and hang up your artwork and light the scented candle. These small touches are what makes your house into a home and home is what the world needs, more than anything.

Dear Leo,

Did you know that it’s okay to want to be alone sometimes? You were born in the spotlight and I know you love the way it enhances your natural shimmer. There is nobody that can steal the stage and captivate the crowd quite like you can. However I know there are times when you wish you could just sit quietly and observe things, let your sparkly clothes rest and your cheeks recover from flashing that mega watt smile. So why do you keep pushing yourself to do more than is humanly possible?

The ooohs and aaaahs are certainly not worth the burn out. Your best work will be born in those quiet moments of solitude, when you allow yourself to reflect on your own thoughts and feelings without another person’s input. These are good times to ask yourself if your own needs are being met. It’s all too easy to get lost in the sauce when you’re constantly surrounded by others. Today, give yourself a break and ask yourself the real question. What makes you feel like a million bucks even when no one is looking at all?

Dear Virgo,

Did you know that it is okay to not always have the answers? There is a delicate element of beauty to uncertainty and it deserves your attention. There is a softness in the waiting and something like the relief in letting go of the need to know. Your value isn’t dependent upon your ability fix things and provide for others, much less in your ability to spout off information when someone asks for it. Who are you trying to save with your knowledge?

The most important answers are found within the quiet stillness, where thoughts can run free without expectation. Hit pause on your routine, forget about your schedule and step outside of your comfort zone. Leave the mess exactly like it is. Wander outside and let your mind contemplate the shapes in the clouds. Imagine the butterfly floating by has something important to share with you. This is how you save yourself.

Dear Libra,

Do you know that it’s okay to say No? You don’t have to be everything to everybody all of the time. There are pieces of you that were only ever meant to be yours and you have to guard them as fiercely as any treasure. There are times to be graceful and kind, and there are times to growl and roar like the animal we all are at the end of the day. When is the last time that you let your inner beast out to play? Let it scream with wild abandon?

The thing about rules is that we made them up. We can deconstruct and discard them, build them back up in a new image. There are society’s rules and then there are your rules for yourself. Does your personal code of honor actually serve you and your goals, or is it designed to keep you safe on someone else’s chessboard? If you’re tired of playing this game, then take off your helmet. You’re free to create your own rules and your own game, whenever you choose.

Dear Scorpio,

Did you know that it’s okay to let your guard down every once in a while? I know the world is full of terrifying monsters, but you were born with a knife in your hands and that is pretty scary too. Besides, there is more to life than just defending yourself. Like community, friends and family, who are on the other side of these mile high walls. I know you have every reason to be scared of vulnerability but we all know it’s what you crave the most.

Believe it or not, the things about you that make you different than everyone else are the most alluring thing about you. You don’t have to share yourself with everybody, but don’t make people who are jumping through hoops wait outside your door forever. Pay attention to who shows you curiosity and sees your authenticity as the gift it really is. The world has a lot to learn from your emotional strength and resilience.

Dear Sagittarius,

Did you know that it is okay for you to change your mind? That it the beauty of life; it is ever changing and so are you. You don’t have to hang on to your old selves, perspectives, beliefs or desires and carve them into stone. You don’t have to be who you were yesterday. I know that some people will call you flighty or uncommitted, but you were made to explore, discover, and evolve with the times. Stagnation is a disservice to your growth.

Growth is the ultimate commitment and the most difficult to keep, but you’re devoted like no other. You’re allowed to focus on yourself and prioritize your own perspective. The greatest teacher is not someone you must find and follow, but the organ beating inside your chest. Quiet down and listen to its whispers. What truth is pumping through your veins? Are you brave enough to acknowledge it? You’re the only one who can.

Dear Capricorn,

Did you know that you’re allowed to have nice things? There is no point to Life if you don’t let yourself enjoy it. And I don’t mean the expensive cars and designer bags, I mean the homemade muffins fresh from the oven, just like your grandmother use to make. I’m talking about the fresh sheets on the bed sprayed with your favorite scent and letting yourself sleep in a little longer than you’re supposed to. I mean that hug that you really need, but won’t let yourself ask for.

It’s okay to ask for things, to need things, and to want them. Comfort isn’t inherently evil because it is temporary and you are not inherently undeserving because you’ve previously found it out of reach. And my love, don’t you know? You don’t have to work for it all either. The best things in life are free, arriving in the worn palms of a dear friend who’s been wondering where you’ve been. Won’t you open the door?

Dear Aquarius,

Did you know that it’s okay to let yourself been seen? You’re not going to burst into flames the second you allow someone to get to know you. But you certainly will start to slowly decay if you never allow anyone in, just saying. Sure there will be people who don’t understand and even people who purposely misunderstand, but you are free to ignore them the way they are ignoring the best parts of you. You shouldn’t ignore yourself just because they did it first. Who wins in that scenario?

You may not want to hear it, but the best parts of you are the ones you’re afraid to be open about. But that fear isn’t necessarily something that should stop you. The truth is that you are not as alone as you might think. There are lots of people out there who are hiding these same thoughts, feelings and sides of themselves too. When you take the leap and let yourself be authentic, it gives them permission to come out of hiding. So raise your flag high and ignore the haters. The friends and family you’ve been waiting for are making their way towards it.

Dear Pisces,

Did you know that you don’t have to believe everyone? Your heart is big and receptive, so it’s natural for you to want to give everyone the same empathy and benefit of the doubt that you wish was afforded to you. However, not every story is true and not every story is told with good intent. It’s important that you learn to discern the difference between people who have earned your affection and understanding, versus those who are just looking to take advantage of it.

The same way you don’t have to believe everything others say, you don’t have to reject your own story just because someone else has. Sensitive, intuitive people are going to pick up on things that others don’t and their inability to do so is not a reflection of you, your validity, or your worth. Make sure you prioritize relationships with people who believe you the first time, see your sensitivity as a strength, and encourage you to believe in yourself. Your story after all, is worth telling too.

Originally published on @siderealmaven's Patreon Page.

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Sustainable Embroidered Clothing: The Artisanal Journey of Label Saasha

In the heart of India's vibrant textile industry, Label Saasha emerges as a beacon of sustainable fashion, intertwining the threads of traditional craftsmanship with the ethos of environmental consciousness. As a leading manufacturer and exporter of embroidered clothing, Label Saasha has carved a niche in the global fashion landscape, offering a collection that speaks volumes of romantic colors, nomadic expressions, and timeless craftsmanship.

Label Saasha's journey is a testament to the power of sustainable practices in the fashion industry. With a commitment to the Triple Bottom Line approach, focusing on People, Planet, and Profit, Label Saasha stands out not just for its aesthetic appeal but also for its ethical manufacturing processes. The brand's dedication to sustainability is evident in every stitch and pattern, as it employs organic and recycled materials, empowering local artisans and minimizing environmental impact.

The brand's collection is a celebration of modern India, with subtle yet striking stories woven into each garment. From the Snow White Subtle Moods to the Feminine Essence Resort Wildness, Label Saasha's pieces are energetically infused with the love of artisans and kissed by the elements of nature. The use of lush fabrics and handmade embroidery makes each piece a wearable work of art, reflecting the brand's passion for handcrafted excellence.

Label Saasha's commitment to ethical sourcing is a cornerstone of its operations. By prioritizing natural fabrics and traditional production methods, the brand effectively reduces water usage, chemical pollution, and energy consumption. This not only supports the artisanal skills in producing these fabrics but also aligns with the global shift towards eco-friendly fashion.

Fair labor practices are at the core of Label Saasha's values. The brand ensures the well-being of its artisans, providing fair wages and fostering a culture of respect and dignity. This positive production process translates into the high-quality and soulful clothing that Label Saasha is known for.

Innovation and transparency in production processes set Label Saasha apart. The brand promotes traditional artisanal skills such as block printing, hand embroidery work, and hand stitching, which not only revive age-old techniques but also conserve energy and reduce water usage. With state-of-the-art facilities and quality control measures, Label Saasha minimizes waste and maximizes efficiency, demonstrating a holistic approach to sustainability.

As a clothing manufacturer for women and kids, Label Saasha offers a diverse range of products, including printed fabric, embroidered clothing, dresses, baby clothes, and quilted jackets. Each piece is a reflection of Label Saasha's journey to becoming the best Indian embroidered clothing manufacturer, catering to clients worldwide with meticulous attention to detail and a commitment to sustainability and comfort.

Label Saasha's global shipping and secure payment options make it accessible to a worldwide audience, ensuring that sustainable fashion is not just a privilege but a choice available to all. As the brand continues to grow, it remains a symbol of how fashion can be both beautiful and responsible, leading the way in pioneering sustainable clothing manufacturing in India.

For those who seek to embrace fashion that tells a story, supports the environment, and honors the artisans, Label Saasha is more than a brand; it's a movement. A movement towards a future where fashion and sustainability coexist harmoniously, creating a world that's as vibrant and enduring as the garments it produces.

Explore the collections and become a part of the sustainable fashion journey with Label Saasha.

[cozypixelfluff]

🌟Exciting News for Etsy Sellers (and customers)!🌟

Etsy is clarifying some details about how goods are made by introducing new creativity standards to ensure all items showcase human imagination and involvement. These changes mean you'll now see labels like "Made by," "Designed by," "Sourced by," and "Handpicked by" on listings, highlighting the unique touch of each seller.

Etsy is also rolling out new tools to help artists and makers share their creative process and improve listing visibility. The new changes include a refreshed homepage, new marketing campaign, and upcoming events like Etsy Up and the Etsy Design Awards.

As a seller on Etsy, I’m curious to find out how these changes will affect my art business – especially in terms of how shoppers will be able to easily find the specific handcrafted goods they are looking for.  Aside from discoverability, I’m glad the new categories will help distinguish between handcrafted items made in a traditional way, vs. products that are designed or made with AI tools.  As an artist, I strive to produce designs and handmade goods that have a personal touch, but are also of high quality, so when customers are more informed about the choices they’re making as well as the process that goes into making a product, I feel like everyone wins.    

The featured piece in the photo above is a Marigold barn quilt that I made from start to finish. If you're interested in purchasing this first and only, one-of-a-kind original artwork, then check out the Etsy ink in my bio! Thanks so much!

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[textileslut]

i can't stop thinking about sheets.

when i moved last year from oakland, i sold off so many beautiful vintage and antique blankets collected compulsively over my 8 years in california. some of them i slept in, some of them i purchased because i simply couldn't bear the thought of someone else sleeping in them, or worse––cutting them up. i sold the jacquard woven baby blanket, the handmade flannel-backed cowboy quilt, a few quilts from my own studio... it was painful, but it was cathartic (not to mention i made a few much-needed bucks on the ordeal).

what i kept were only the most precious. there's the 1980s mass-produced green and pink sears quilt that i keep on my bed, the antique kimono-cloth indigo crib quilt that hangs on my wall, the tattered 1900s beauty i swore i'd repair which lives deep in a plastic bag in my closet. it's a sparse but meaningful handful of cloths.

i couldn't bear to bring any of the sheets. first of all, the bed i shared with my ex was a king-sized monstrosity which we found on craigslist in an attempt to make more room for ourselves between two dogs, which only served to give the dogs more room to stretch out between us, confining us to small patches of mattress miles away from one another, dooming us to a relationship devoid of fucking.

since i couldn't see myself ever wanting such a large bed or sharing another partnership separated by a canyonlike stretch ever again, the sheets weren't practical, however precious they'd been to be at one time or another.

the thing about sheets, for me, is that the thrill of a good set never wears off. somehow in my searching for an affordable (read: CHEAP) 100% linen sheet set, i found one that would fit the enormous bed for $35 from a brand that sells them new for upwards of $600. i snapped them up fast, and though they were a color i never intended to sleep in, each sleep felt like a gift.

there was the set i bought new (very unlike me!) at nordstrom rack––the thread count was low, but high enough to keep me from rolling around trying to find a spot that felt less abrasive on my skin. they were pink and blue, and purchased out of necessity while trout was being house trained. within minutes of struggling to snap them onto the behemoth, there was a fresh piss stain. i loved them for that, the trout sheets.

i did take a sheet from the lilac colored percale set. the lilac, my favorite color and flower, was luminous and warm. these were the sheets in which frankie and i would split forever, and i bought them only a few weeks before it happened, almost knowing that they would be the sheets of an empty king sized bed––sheets for a newfound freedom soft enough to comfort me in the difficult moments of an inevitable heartbreak. i slept in them exclusively after the breakup, counting down months and weeks and days to my departure from the house we shared. when i left, i took the top sheet, knotting it in the corners to use as a makeshift fitted sheet on my brand new queen sized mattress.

now i'm moving into a new (all to myself) apartment and i can't stop thinking about sheets. it seems that everyone has caught onto linen at this point, though the prices reflect a certain milennial-luxury lifestyle i'm totally unwilling to abide, as ever i guess. a brand called piglet-in-bed boasts yarn-dyed sheets in colors saturated enough to make you swoon for the low low price of $457 before tax and shipping. they do, however, offer a massive 10% off for joining their email list––to enter the site without sharing your information, you must allege "no, i do not want 10% off".

similar brands feel equally scammy. "100% organic linen" and "fair trade" labels are plastered all over minimalist sans-serif websites with no country-of-origin sources to match. these are not the sheets you are looking for!

i'm still feeling called to lilac. it's the color i saw the first time i ever kissed my current person, the one who sleeps on top of the lilac new-life sheet with me, all the way back in 2010. it's the color of my favorite flower, favorite feeling. maybe i'll find the perfect set, but i know that in moments when my body needs comfort, safety, a place to lay down, i can't stop thinking about sheets and how they truly never get old for me.

[radiatorchains]

He's in his deity form curled up asleep on the other side of that bathroom door. Too many nightmares lead him to this point of seeking some form of comfort while trying not to disturb Jain.

If Julian woke up before the other in the morning, he'd make sure to leave the handmade quilt and whetstone on the hyenas bed in case they wouldn't be able to see each other on Christmas.

He wouldn't come out to check on the noises, or even stir from his spot in the los bathtub of the bathroom. He was too tired, unsure of the sensations of someone in his home could be trusted, or any of his senses be trusted. Jaim himself had a gift for Julian, wrapped up awkwardly and labelled, set by the front door with the full intention of going to drop it off. A large flat coffee table book of various types of surf boards from different artists, surfboard wax and a new black dress shirt.

He knew he would need to drop it off, but wasn't even entirely sure what day it was, or how close to the gifting holiday it was.

[chloeunitfive]

Maison ARTC, Morocco

Maison Artc is the five-year-old creation of Israeli-Moroccan designer Artsi Ifrach, who works as sustainably as he can from his Marrakesh workshop, combining his huge collection of vintage garments with local materials like handmade blankets from the Atlas Mountains. The phrase "as he can" is critical here: "Sustainability and industry, production, fast fashion - none of these are sustainable, unless you do haute couture," explains Ifrach. His approach is to create collectible one-of-a-kind artefacts that preserve the past alive in the present. - Mr. Mark Holgate

Marine Serre, France

"The regenerating process is complex, unique, and meticulous," explains Marine Serre, whose company is based on reusing historic materials to create new outfits. Serre made the outfit seen here out of scarves purchased in French markets, creating a classic shape out of unusual materials. Using the old to produce new is difficult, especially on her scale. "We had to rework the whole chain of production," she said. "Eco-futurism is about a way of living, acting, and being inspired." "We'd like things to make sense." Yotka, Steff

Chopova Lowena, Britain

Working between Bulgaria and the United Kingdom benefits Emma Chopova and Laura Lowena. During lockdowns, the couple discovered old tablecloths and tartan taffetas in both nations, which they used as the foundation for their eccentric dresses and skirts. "This look is made from deadstock taffeta, which is then printed and flocked by us," she explains. Working with the environment is a "huge drive" for the designers. "We collect certain textiles," she explains, "and then make limited-edition pieces when they fit into the themes of the season - or when we figure out how to best show them off." - SY

Yuima Nakazato, Japan

Responsible sourcing of textiles is as important as silhouette for couturier Yuima Nakazato's Tokyo workshop. Nakazato celebrated the 10th anniversary of his label in autumn 2021 with a collection that included pieces made from upcycled leathers, organic cottons, laces, and linens hand-dyed with natural Japanese indigo (a process known as aizome), as well as others that combined nishijin-ori - a traditional kimono textile - with a plant-based synthetic inspired by spider silk. "To make this world a better place through garments," says Nakazato. - MM

Bode, America

When Emily Adams Bode debuted her recycled quilted jackets on the menswear market in 2017, the boyish style and homage to workmanship quickly resonated, but her love for the items and tales of the past also carried through with quilts, garments, linens, tablecloths, and blankets. She's since opened a tailoring store on Hester Street in New York, where customers can send clothes to be fixed, or "preserved," as Bode puts it. "We're teaching our community how clothing can last for generations." - EF

Lagos Space Programme, Nigeria

Adeju Thompson's work for the Lagos Space Programme bridges the gap between the past and the present, and it is mission-driven: fashion is the vehicle via which the designer, who studied in Wales and England, examines their non-binary identity as well as their Yoruba background. "We are aware of our responsibility as inhabitants of the planet," says Thompson, who frequently works with precolonial shapes and collaborates with experienced craftsmen who use indigenous craft processes like natural indigo dyeing. "My ancestors left so much behind," they explain. "I believe they expected us to continue telling these stories and building up on what they left." - LB-P

Duran Lantink, Netherlands

Some designers use moodboards to get ideas. Duran Lantink, an Amsterdam-based designer, instead produces some of his ideas after scouring the city on Tuesday nights, when individuals leave items out on the street for others to steal. "I never understood using new materials when there are so many beautiful things around me," says Lantink, who began creating as a youngster, ripping up Gaultier and Margiela that his mother no longer wore. For his label, he has lately used a vintage Balmain dress, a '60s fur coat, and a regiment's worth of army jumpers. "You get a pile of clothes and start digging in," Lantink jokes. - MH

By Walid, Britain

Walid al Damirji organised his company. Walid built his business on a simple tenet: no waste. "It would be disrespectful otherwise," the designer says of the historic textiles he converts into romantic blouses, jackets, and even homewares like cushions and blankets, such as curtains, old garments, and tapestries. "I leave no stone unturned - auctions, vintage fairs, car boot sales - you name it!" says al Damirji when it comes to locating these materials. Because of his genuine concern, he was among the first in the luxury fashion business to take upcycling and sustainability seriously. - SY

Reference:

Vogue. (2022). 15 Global Brands Bringing Fashion And Sustainability Together. [Online]. British Vogue. Last Updated: 25 January 2022. Available at: https://www.vogue.co.uk/fashion/article/global-sustainable-fashion-brands [Accessed 6 November 2023].

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Best Laid Plans (Part 2/8: A Surprise Trip) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships:  Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Virgil & Roman, Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Virgil, Roman

Appear: Logan, Patton

Mentioned: Remy, Emile, Janus, Remus

Summary:

Virgil (now) Sanders was once a villain vigilante kid down on his luck. After being injured helping the superhero Bluebird, he ended up being adopted by him and his husband. Logan and Patton Sanders helped Virgil in ways he didn’t even know he needed. Since then, he’s put away his persona of Shadow Caster, the strange, hard to label, super who haunted the city for a few years. Instead he’s opted for being a normal teenager and university student.

But while Logan and Patton often forgot in the midst of ice cream and movie nights and arguments about silly little things who he had been, he never had. And when worst comes to worst, Virgil will be willing to reach for a mask once again despite his fathers’ wishes and expectations.

Sometimes even the best laid plans fail.

Part 1

Virgil hated his roommate. He had this thought while breathing his own air under his bedspread, squinting in the dark at his phone and with only one earbud in because he wanted to lay on his side instead of his front. At least at this point, he’d washed his bedcovers enough that they no longer smelled of plastic as they had even after the first couple of washes. He still wished he could use his sheets from home, but the dorm beds all required twin XL sheets. They claimed this was so the beds were long enough for all students. Virgil just thought it was so they could sell more sheets in their little catalog they sent out before the semester.

Patton and Logan had fallen for their tricks and lies like suckers and had forced Virgil to pick out a set of bedsheets instead of letting him take a hamper full of mismatched blankets to make a nest on top of his lofted bed. Currently, the only non matching blanket was the quilt Patton had handmade him.

It was probably good, actually, that he didn’t have to shuffle around too many extra blankets right now, because everything felt too hot with his head under the bedspread, and it was all because of his stupid roommate.

…

Okay, so, Jeremy wasn’t actually stupid, and Virgil didn’t actually hate him. At least, he didn’t hate him as a person. In fact, he reminded Virgil of Logan in a way. He was pretty sure if he went back in time and tried to be Logan’s college roommate, it would be pretty much the same. Jeremy was exactly what Virgil imagined a young Logan to be like, and Virgil loved Logan. There was a certain charm to his preoccupation with being organized, his inability to be anything but punctual unless someone was actually trying to kill him, and his filing system that rivaled the International Library of Unity.

Virgil also was well aware he’d never want to share the same room with his dad, let alone a dorm sized room with no escape. The no escape part was the biggest problem with Jeremy.

The problems Virgil had with his roommate mostly came down to Jeremy’s sleep schedule.

…

Okay, so, one could argue that Virgil’s sleep schedule was the problem, but they were in college, man! Who keeps a 10pm-6am sleep schedule in college?! The answer certainly was not Virgil. He simply physically could not get himself to go to sleep or wake up at anywhere near a similar time to Jeremy. So, Virgil ended up trapped in their shared room with nothing to do for hours every night.

Of course, logically, Virgil could just leave when Jeremy went to bed and go to the lounge to study or hang out on his phone, but… ew, people. People after 9pm. Absolutely not.

Yet, he also wasn’t going to be that asshole who turned on lights or listened to music loudly while someone was trying to sleep. Jeremy was nice enough not to do anything like that to Virgil at 7am, so Virgil had no excuse to do it to him at 11pm.

This was how Virgil had ended up here. He was curled up under his comforter with only his stuffed raccoon, Shadow, for company. It was uncomfortably hot laying under his blankets like he was a teenager trying to hide that he was still awake from his parents. This was an experience he had never had as Patton and Logan didn’t barge into his room without permission and before them, he’d been much more likely to leave a decoy under his blankets in an effort to escape whatever house he was living in rather than stay under them.

He was about to click on the next suggested YouTube Video: ‘Top 15 Times Bluebird Smacked a Villain with an Umbrella Instead of Listening to Their Monologuing,’ when there was a knock at the door.

Jeremy made an unhappy noise, still half asleep, as Virgil pulled his earbud out. “I’ve got it,” he whispered.

Jeremy hmphed in what seemed to be a thankful tone.

Virgil threw off the blanket and slid down his bed, his feet hitting the top of his desk (because who needed a ladder) before he hopped down onto the rug. He unlocked the door and swung it open expecting some confused drunk kid on the wrong floor or a panicking neighbor whose laptop had stopped working when they had a paper due at midnight, but instead he was met with Patton.

“Dad?” he asked, confused.

“Hey, honey,” Patton said, his voice a weird sort of calm. “Could you grab your keys, your phone, and your coat, and come with me?”

Virgil hesitated, unsettled by how Patton was acting and that he was here at this time and without texting him first. “You’re acting weird…”

“Blueberry flowers,” he said instantly and that only served to unsettle Virgil even more. It was one of Logan’s many, many codewords, though one that made more sense to have than code words for time travel and robot invasions. This code was one to confirm Patton was Patton in case of things like a shapeshifter impersonating him or other similar things. Virgil and Logan each had one as well that were different from Patton’s. Virgil’s was ‘tangerine hay bales.’

“T-that’s not what I meant, but okay,” Virgil said. He was already holding his phone, so he reached over to grab his keys from the hook near the door as well as his coat and shoes. He stepped into the hallway and turned to lock the door behind him.

Patton turned to lead him towards the elevator, still acting very, very weird.

“Is everything okay?” Virgil hedged as he followed him.

Patton paused for a moment, and Virgil could see him debating with himself if he should lie or not. Virgil’s anxiety skyrocketed as he watched him. Finally, he settled on, “No, but I’m dealing with it.”

That did nothing to ease Virgil’s confusion or anxiety, but at least he didn’t have to add Patton lying to him outright to his list of stressors. He reached over to grab Patton’s hand. Patton glanced over at him and the weird calm and serious expression he’d been wearing since Virgil opened his dorm room door cracked slightly. He gave Virgil a soft smile and squeezed his hand.

They made it to the elevator and only had to wait a couple of moments for it to arrive.

“I’m going to need you to email all of your professors that you’re sick and then turn off your phone before we leave the building.”

“W-” he paused and then thought better of it. “I’m going to wait to ask you what’s happening until we get in the car.”

Patton nodded. “Thank you.”

Virgil tried to keep calm by focusing on sending out vague emails to all of his professors that he was ill and was going to have to take a couple of days off. It didn’t really work, but at least he managed to do something productive. He shut his phone off as they walked through the lobby.

Patton’s car was parked illegally in the drop off zone right outside of the dorm door, not that it mattered too much this late at night. There weren’t many cars out and about at this hour. Virgil climbed into the passenger seat while Patton got into the driver’s seat. A soft woof greeted him from the back as Patton started the car, and Virgil turned slightly to pat Missy on the head even though her presence only made him more worried.

He turned to face forward as the car pulled onto the street. “What’s going on?” he asked.

Patton paused for a moment. “Logan’s missing,” he said.

“What?”

Patton’s hands tightened on the wheel, but his voice was strangely level, like he was giving a report. “Logan is missing,” he repeated. “He went out as Bluebird earlier in the night and he hasn’t come home. He has a system in his suit so that if he doesn’t punch in a code every 30 minutes while active, it sends out an alert to me. I tried calling him both on his personal phone and on the comms in his suit, and I haven’t gotten any response. The tracker in his suit is currently down too.”

Virgil’s mind had not quite processed what he’d just said or the implications, but it was clear he was finished, so Virgil had to say something. “What,” he asked, “does that mean?”

“We can’t be sure,” Patton said, and it sounded like how a doctor who was sure you had terminal cancer would say he didn’t know what was wrong with you before the brain scans came back. “At this point, we have to assume his identity is compromised and take appropriate action. That’s why I came to get you.”

Of course. Of course, that would be what he did. There was a plan in place for this because, of course, Logan had a plan for everything especially when it involved him being a superhero and possible dangers to his family. Everyone who was close enough to know Bluebird’s real identity was aware of the plan. Apparently, he’d even managed to communicate the disaster scenario plans to Remy before telling him he was Bluebird. How he had done that was still a mystery to Virgil, but Remy always made fun of him for it whenever it was brought up.

“But, what happened?” He knew he was basically repeating himself, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say. His brain didn’t get it.

“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out. For now, we need to get to the safehouse.” He was still surprisingly calm in a way that made Virgil shiver. He didn’t look like Virgil’s dad now when he glanced at him. Virgil looked away out of his window, starting to pick at his pant legs anxiously. He was still in his pajamas, he remembered idly.

It wasn’t a long drive, not at night at least. He was thankful that it was the closest safe house. Logan had three safe houses set up and Virgil had been to each. One was a bit out of the city, and one had been a 4-hour drive. This one was only on the opposite side of the college campus in a neighborhood that was mostly inhabited by newly married people who didn’t have kids to take up space or young professors who wanted to be close to campus and to downtown but did not want to be in party central or run into any students at the corner store on the weekends.

It was a nice area. The house was fine. It had only one bedroom, but also had a pullout couch. There was cable, but no Wi-Fi. Virgil wouldn’t mind living in it for real honestly. It was nice, which made sense because Logan had designed it in case anything ever went wrong.

It would be fully stocked with nonperishable food, enough that they wouldn’t have to go out for a good long while if something was wrong. There would be extra clothes for everyone in the family in case they were to be dragged out of bed in the middle of the night. Which… There were even supplies for Missy because they would of course take her if there was a problem large enough for them to need this place and…

And there was a problem large enough for them to need this place.

Patton pulled into the garage of the safehouse, and the door automatically closed behind them. “Can you get Missy?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed. He climbed out of the front and opened the backseat. Missy had a leash already attached to her collar, but he decided to pick her up instead of using that. She yapped at him as he squeezed her. He glanced over to see Patton typing something on a cellphone. It wasn’t his normal one with the personalized case Logan had got him that had a cute picture of Missy on it.

Virgil opened the door to the safehouse and unclipped Missy’s leash to let her into the house’s kitchen. Patton finished up whatever he was doing after a couple of moments and the two of them headed inside after her.

Patton typed a code Virgil didn’t see into the alarm system to arm it. Then he turned to Virgil. “Do you want something to eat?” he asked.

“No thanks,” Virgil replied. “I’m good.”

Patton paused for a long moment. “I’m… going to make something anyway,” he said.

“…Yeah, okay, Dad,” Virgil said. “I’m sure I’ll be hungry in a bit.”

A smile ghosted across Patton’s lips and then he turned to the cabinets. Unsure what to do with himself, Virgil sat down at the kitchen table. Missy was currently running around getting used to her new environment, oblivious to what was going on. Though, if Virgil was being honest, he hadn’t quite fully absorbed that himself.

It was silent for a good long while. “So,” Virgil eventually said. “Like, what’s the plan?”

Patton didn’t look at him, busy messing with cans of food. “For the moment,” he said, “the plan is for us just to lay low.”

“What?” Virgil asked.

He watched as Patton’s shoulder went up and down briefly as he sighed. “Virgil…”

“No, no,” Virgil cut him off. “That’s not a plan. That’s fucking hiding.”

“Sometimes, hiding is the plan,” Patton said, still facing the cabinet, though his hands had paused, hovering over a can of pinto beans.

“No, it’s not!” Virgil said. “Your plan can’t be to just sit here and do nothing! What if something really bad is happening. We have to do something.”

“I’m not doing nothing,” Patton said calmly, too calmly. It was honestly starting to get on Virgil’s nerves. “I’m following Logan’s procedure.”

“And his procedure is to just do nothing at all and let whatever is happening happen? Bullshit.”

“That’s not.” There was a slight crack in his voice, but then Patton took a calming breath. He picked up the can of beans and set it on the counter before speaking again. “I have contacted Deceit as well as certain government officials, though at this step, since we don’t know anything, it’s best to not to get too many people involved.”

“Deceit the vigilante?” Virgil asked, though really, who else could it be? Deceit had been a presence in the city since before Bluebird was a thing. Shadow Caster had seen him exactly once from across the street. “He and Logan hate each other.”

“They have their differences,” Patton acknowledged, “but they are old allies despite that. Deceit will do what’s best for the city.”

“And what about what’s best for Dad?”

Patton paused. He looked down at his can of beans. “Logan decided what was best for himself in this exact situation long ago. That is what we are doing.”

“What? You’re just going to do whatever he said? Newsflash, he’s not all knowing. We don’t have to do what he says.”

“It’s not just him,” Patton said. “We had a long discussion. The safehouses and the procedures were his design, but we agreed on the main points, and on the purpose.”

“What does that mean? Why would you choose not to be out there helping him?”

“I would have been once,” Patton said, “but there are things in this life that are worth more than surviving.That goes for him as well as I, though we acknowledged that his life being in danger was far more likely given his superhero status. When we began the adoption process, we had a discussion and made an agreement.”

“What type of agreement?” Virgil asked suspiciously.

“We agreed that you are the priority.”

“What?!” Virgil asked, taken aback, but then his fists clenched on the table-top as the words sunk in. ”No! Fuck that!”

“Logan’s identity being compromised puts you at risk if you are anywhere you can be seen,” Patton said to the still open cabinet. “Someone being in the city who can take down Bluebird and who may know his identity and by extension who you are puts you at risk. Logan and I, fully knowing the possible risks, both agreed that if attempting to save each other put you at any risk, it was unacceptable.”

“No, that’s unacceptable,” Virgil replied.

“It’s not your choice to make. It’s Logan’s life on the line and he knew it would hurt him far more if you got hurt trying to help him.”

“It would hurt him more than dying?!” Virgil spat.

“Yes,” Patton said, his voice raising just a bit for the first time during this discussion.

There was a long moment of silence.

“I am an adult, Patton,” Virgil hissed.

“No, Virgil,” he said. Finally, he turned around. They met eyes. 

“If you think I’m going to sit here and do nothing, you are very mistaken,” Virgil said.

“You are not going out there,” Patton said, faux-patient, but his hands white knuckled on the counter behind him exposed the truth. “Maybe once we figure out what is going on and have our bearings, I can speak with Deceit and ask if you can help him in some way, but you are not throwing yourself blindly into danger.”

“I am perfectly capable of going now,” Virgil argued. “I should be out there looking.”

“No, you shouldn’t be,” Patton said. “You’re barely 18. This is not your job, but it is my job to keep you safe. As your father, I am telling you that you are staying here for now.”

“What, so I’m a prisoner now?” Virgil asked.

“That’s not what I said,” Patton said.

“It’s what you meant,” Virgil said darkly.

“Just,” Patton said before taking a breath. “Let me finish cooking and we’ll talk more, alright.”

“Whatever,” Virgil scoffed. He got to his feet and turned away, storming off to the bedroom.

“Virgil…” Patton said.

“And I don’t want your shitty food, so eat it yourself.”

He slammed the door behind him. His conscience immediately tried to poke at him and remind him that cooking was Patton’s coping mechanism, and he was probably actually falling apart inside, and all Virgil had done was yell at him. He resolutely shoved down any and all guilt and sympathy.

Fuck this.

Fuck Logan and his stupid plans and fuck Patton for agreeing. Virgil was an adult, and he couldn’t just sit here. No way in hell.

Honestly, he was almost surprised Patton and Logan had thought it’d be possible to keep him here when they were making their little plans. Though on the other hand he wasn’t surprised at all, because the fact of the matter was, Logan and Patton often forgot in the midst of ice cream and movie nights and arguments about silly little things that their child was not all that Virgil was.

Even though they knew everything about him, it was easy for them to look at him and see only a normal teenager who should stay away and let them handle shit. Usually, Virgil was content to live up to their expectations. Not tonight.

Had they forgotten how they’d met him? He’d been willing to get shot for a man whose face he’d never seen. Did they think there was any way he’d sit quietly when he had seen his face? No. He’d been willing to follow their rules and instructions all these years because they’d always been fair and well explained, but he was not unwilling to break them. Thinking for even a moment this was not the case was their mistake.

He felt the shadows at the edge of the room begin to twist as they moved towards him. This particular trick wasn’t something he’d done in years. There had never been a need for it with Logan and Patton. He’d rarely snuck out of their house and the few times he had, there had been a part of him wanting them to notice and come find him, to bring him home.

But before then?

Oh, he’d known how to sneak out of places. 

He took a step towards the bed and grabbed the covers, pulling them up. The shadows around him grew solid and went to fill the space that he’d made. When he let go, they were enough to keep the sheets afloat. He watched them settle into the shape of a body; they shifted up and down every few moments like breathing. He even spun some wispy ones to look like his hair sticking out of the sheets slightly and made some thick and dark to look like the sleeves of the hoodie he was wearing.

Virgil had no doubts that Patton would pull back the sheets and try to talk to him eventually. Yet, the farce would work much longer than stuffing a pillow under the sheets. He knew from experience he could keep these shadows up from anywhere in the city.

That finished, he turned and tiptoed over to the dresser he knew held some extra clothing. The dark hoodie he was wearing would do for now, and he picked out one of the black plain masks kept there and a pair of jeans so he could change out of his sweatpants. He carefully stuffed the sweatpants back in the drawer so Patton wouldn’t see them and wonder why he’d taken his pants off randomly.

There were alarms on the windows of course, fully engaged. Perhaps Patton thought they would notify him immediately if Virgil tried to leave, but he far underestimated him. He knew trying to cut the wires would immediately set it off, so instead he studied it for a moment, feeling it out with a shadow. He thought briefly of accidental table fires and marshmallows cooked to perfection. He fried the alarm trigger from the inside out with a wisp of smoke. Everything else would still be connected to the alarm system and it would still be engaged, but the window popped open without issue. He slipped out silently and didn’t look back.

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