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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Just Strangers, Prologue (Sashea) -Panic

Summary: Shea Coulee is supposed to be a fashion designer, NOT an assistant campaign manager, but when she finds herself out of school with no job, she’s forced to take a position working for Trinity Taylor– just in time for the election, with a cute boss, a lot of events to go to, and a secretary that won’t stop calling everybody “sis,” Shea realizes that maybe, just maybe, she’s exactly where she’s supposed to be. Warnings: (past) abusive relationship), homophobia in future chapters.

A/N: Alright, here we go! I’m back at it again with a new chaptered fic, and I’m super duper excited! In this, Sasha is a campaign manager for Trinity Taylor, who’s running for New York governor, Shea ends up being her assistant, and madness ensues.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to get out an update every week, but I wouldn’t swear to it.

Also, I am writing Sasha’s perspective of “To Be Alive” but it’s being very difficult, so that could still be awhile.

*This is also published on ao3 under the name “itwilleatyourbabies"

Without further ado, Enjoy!

-Panic

“The world works in mysterious ways, Shea-baby.” Shea’s mom would whisper to her at night, right before she went to bed, snuggled away in her pink sheets, the sounds of Chicago echoing outside her bedroom as her mom placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Even then, Shea had never believed her, she didn’t believe the world worked in a specific way, it just did, it just was. To Shea, the world didn’t exist for any single person, or idea, or event, the world just existed because it could.

But Shea still nodded along when her mother spoke. Wishing desperately that the world would just know what she needed, what she wanted, and would plop those things down right in front of her… fate. Sure, there were times when Shea thought that fate might be real. When she received her letter from the New School for Design in New York City, Shea’s heart felt like it was going to burst, her dream of designing clothes was inches away from her face and it felt right, it felt like this was where Shea was meant to be her whole life; it felt like… fate.

That is until it wasn’t anymore. It felt like fate until Shea was twenty-three and out of college, struggling to keep her Lower East Side apartment while she job hunted in the fashion industry. It felt like fate until she was buying value brand items at grocery stores and seldom touching her laundry because she couldn’t afford to do it. It felt like fate until the dream of New York City had turned into a nightmare.

She thought about going back to Chicago, spending more time at home, and planning her next move from there. Shea tried to convince herself that “her next move” was designing gowns until the right person picked her up, but she was quickly realizing that “her next move” was more along the lines of, what the fuck does one do with a fashion degree?

But Shea was fierce, Shea was strong, and Shea was not going to admit defeat to this magical city just because she hadn’t found her footing in fashion. So here she was, on a crowded subway at 8:30 am, on her way to Civic Center, to interview for an assistant campaign manager position for Trinity Taylor– a Democrat running for New York governor.

Although a job in politics was never Shea’s plan, she had considered herself quite an activist for many minority groups in her high school and college years, and after the election of The Orange Demon, in 2016, Shea concluded the politics were her only chance at making money from resistance. So she searched, she searched for any political job she could get her hands on, and for awhile, it seemed like nothing was there. Until she sat down and emailed Mrs. Taylor herself.

To Whom it may concern,

My name is Shea Coulee, and I am a twenty-three-year-old female who is looking for a job in the political field. I recently graduated from college and was wondering if you had positions that were available. I have attached my Cover Letter below if you are interested.

Thank you for your time.

Shea Coulee.

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If she was honest, Shea didn’t expect anything from it.

…

Two days later, nothing

…

One week later, nothing.

…

“Even just an email saying ‘no’ would have been better” Shea muttered.

…

Almost two weeks had passed, and Shea was starting to give up when an email came in. She checked it, almost with her eyes closed.

Ms. Coulee-

Mrs. Taylor would love if we could schedule an interview with you. We’re desperate for the help and have a few paying positions available. How does this coming Monday at 9:00 am work?

- Aja Storms, secretary to Mrs. Trinity Taylor

Shea was giddy! An interview had to be better than nothing, right?

And so she was here, walking up to an oddly shaped building, sort of like an L, there’s a small picnic area out front, and the gate was propped open by a rock, pushing into the gate, Shea approached a locked door. praying that she would be able to land any sort of job. Straightening her dress she rang the bell and admired her appearance in the glass. Her shiny black hair was slicked straight back, and she had gone with a simple pink, off the shoulder sweater dress that reached about mid thigh. She paired it with a chunky belt and strappy gold heels. At first, she considered it being “too much” but upon looking through her closet, she realized it was decked out for a fashion designer– not a politician, and this was the best she was able to do.

A nasal cough shook Shea out of her thoughts. She glanced around to find out where the sound was coming from before realizing that a cough had come from a small box placed slightly above the door bell.

“State your name and business.” The box spoke again.

“Shea Coulee. I’m here for an interview?” Her voice was shaking, why was she nervous? She would kill this interview, she knew that much for sure.

The box never replied Shea’s only response was the clicking of a door. Grabbing the door, Shea pulled and entered and was immediately faced with a desk. The woman sitting at it was paying very little attention to Shea, which gave her a moment to check out her appearance. Her hair was a light lavender color and was curled in gentle waves around her face, it landed right on her shoulders and her pastel blue blazer that she wore, barely covering the gages that sat in her ears. Upon noticing Shea, she flipped her chair around to face her.

“You must be Shea, right?” She started. Shea noticed immediately that she had to be from Brooklyn, the accent gave it away, it was clear as day. Shea nodded.

“Alright sis, I’m Aja, we’ve emailed, I’m just going to walk you to Mrs. Taylor’s assistant and she’ll go ahead interview you, kay?” Once again, Shea nodded. Aja stood up, and Shea immediately noticed her impossibly high heels. Aja leads her into a large, exposed brick room filled to the brim with mismatched couches and chairs of yellow, gray, orange, and black. A few tables cluttered with empty doughnut boxes and messy paperwork. The room was unnecessarily warm and filled with people, laptops propped on laps, somewhere laughing, some were chewing. And some were dead silent. Aja zig-zagged Shea through the maze of the chairs and papers. Finally taking her by a desk, where a small blonde woman was squealing over her ridiculous piles of paper, muttering to herself. “Why did we spend this much on shirts? Why in the fuck did we spend this much on shirts?” Turning into a separate hallway, Shea noticed four doors, two on the left, one door closed, the other propped slightly open. On the left, another door was closed, but a large window showed that the room inside was a conference room. A final door was at the end of the hallway, a sparkling nameplate read “Trinity Taylor” right on the front. Aja lead Shea to the propped open door on the left, even though it was open, Aja still left a few short knocks before pushing her head in. “Hey, Pep? I have that girl you’re interviewing.” Aja whispered across the door.

“Bring her in.” replied a voice on the other side of the door. Aja moved aside so Shea could enter.

“Sorry Mrs. Taylor couldn’t interview you– she’s busy, but her assistant will know what she looking for, so… uh… break a leg, sis.” Shea nodded, pushing her way into the office.

It was light. A big window was opposite Shea and the multiple lamps around the desk and floor lightened up the room. On one side of the room, another door (this one, Shea noted, was closed and appeared to be locked) next to it was a shelf full of banker boxes, all tagged with things like “social media management- 2012, 2013,2014,2015” “Pride documents.” “Juneteenth documents.” Right in front of the window was a desk chair and desk, situated so that the woman working was facing the door. Upon noticing Shea’s entrance, the woman stood to shake Shea’s hand. Her black hair fell in large curls to her shoulders, brushing against her clean white blazer. Shea grabbed her hand and was shocked by the large diamonds that decorated her fingers and wrist.

“Hello,” her voice was light, soft, almost… motherly? Shea thought to herself as she shook the woman’s hand, “I’m peppermint, the assistant to Mrs. Trinity Taylor, and you are…?” She sat down, and Shea did so as well, finding herself in a very uncomfortable plastic chair, white– like her surroundings.

“I’m Shea, uhm, Shea Coulee, and I’m, int-interested in a job here?” Shea cursed herself for sounding so uncertain. Peppermint laughed.

“No need to sound nervous, doll– I’ll be honest with you, we’re so desperate for help around here, this interview is almost entirely for formality sake, it’ll be fine.” Her words reassured Shea, whether it was her actual speech or her calming voice Shea didn’t know, probably some combination thereof, before she could speak, Peppermint continued, “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your background in?”

“Fashion design. I just finished school this last May.” Peppermint smiled and clicked her pen a few times before writing Shea’s words down a notepad.

“Alright, Ms. Coulee, what started your interest in politics?” Shea held back rueful laughter.

“I was always interested in the social change aspect of politics throughout high school and college, but if I’m completely honest- I’m in desperate need of a job and this seemed like a good option.” Peppermint nodded.

“I don’t think many people choose to go into politics, politics really chooses the people who are going to to be in it.” If Shea was honestly, she had little to no clue what Peppermint meant, but she nodded along anyway, partially to be polite, and partially because she really needed this fucking job.

The interview continued like many do, Peppermint questioned her past work experience (she didn’t have much). Her five-year plan (she didn’t have one). How she would describe herself (strong, passionate, determined… she ignored the voice in her brain whispering “lonely” and “desperate”). Peppermint asked her weaknesses (sometimes she speaks without thinking, she’s quick to love or hate, she’s terrified of rats). Her strengths (She’s resilient, brave, and loyal).

“Okay, okay, the last question,” Peppermint smiled, flashing rows of bright white teeth at Shea, “When can you start?”

Shea let out a breath that she didn’t know she had been holding.

“As soon as I can.” Peppermint nodded, and ripped a sticky note off of a pile, jotting down a couple of things.

“Alright, we’re in desperate need of an assistant campaign manager– ours does so much I’m constantly worried she’ll implode from stress, and I’m sure an assistant would really help her out.” Once again, Shea nodded, not entirely sure what a campaign manager did… or even what a campaign manager was.

“You can start tomorrow, you’ll spend your first week following her around, learning the ropes of what the job entails, and then you can get to work. The work day starts at around eight am, and ends at about five pm, in theory, it’s only Monday through Friday but we often spend weekends and nights doing events, parades, and things of that sort. Sound good?”

“Sounds like information overload.” Shea let out a nervous laugh and Peppermint joined her, her laughter booming across the office. She smiled, at Shea and took her hand.

“It’s not easy, but it’s rewarding. I have a feeling that you’re going to do great. And don’t worry, your boss is the best,” Peppermint walked to the door, and held it open so Shea could exit, “actually… do you want to go ahead a meet her before you go?” Shea nodded. She didn’t know what to expect, but to have even an inkling of an idea of the people around her would be nice.

Peppermint scooted past Shea and walked into the hallway before motioning for Shea to join her. Together, they walked to the closed door next to Pepper’s. Peppermint raised her fist to the door to knock before stopping not even an inch from the dark wood of the surface.

“Just a warning,” Peppermint whispered, lowering her hand, “She really is great, but it’s pride season and Juneteenth season and if I’m honest… she’s super stressed out right now so please, just be kind.”

“Of course!” Shea whispered back, smiling at Peppermint, who seemed relieved at her words. Peppermint, like Aja, only knocked on the door a few times, and the opened it without a response.

“Sasha?” Pepper spoke slow, like she was trying not to startle a young child, “We just hired your assistant, and I’m assuming you’d like to meet?” She heard another girl respond; and, the scuffling of papers, but from her place behind Peppermint, Shea couldn’t quite make out the words. Peppermint nodded and stepped slightly inside the office, leaving room for Shea to enter as well.

This office was the exact opposite of Peppermint’s. The walls had been painted a pastel yellow color, filled with art prints that Shea had never seen before, as well as large pieces of poster paper that were filled with names and dates. A calendar hung loosely on the wall next to the desk, at least eight different colors decorated the days with writing. Succulents sat on a dust coated window sill, a small, but empty picture frame in the middle of it all. The right wall was entirely made up of bookcases, they held large, heavy looking textbooks, dark black bindings with multiple editions that looked straight-up terrifying. Binders sat on another shelf and Shea could make out the neat cursive tags that read “finances” “Juneteenth” “Pride” “Support Cards” “Support Info” “Possible Debate Topics” “Maps” “Supported Areas” “Data Entry.”

In the middle of the room sat a large, L-shaped desk, the side that sat up against the wall was covered in neatly organized piles, binder clipped together, with similar tags as sat on the binders on the opposite wall. The shelves above had boxes of granola bars and nut packets, as well as a few coffee cups and water bottles. The desk that was facing Shea, however, was a little more hectic. A few roughly organized piles of paper sat scattered around, a half empty coffee cup sitting on top of one of them. A laptop sat on another pile, and a couple of gray T-shirts were folded next to a pile of cards that said “I Trust Trinity Taylor” on the back. At the center of all this madness, sat a woman at a desktop computer, typing frantically until she had heard Shea enter the room.

She looked up from her work and stood up from her desk chair as she reached out the shake Shea’s outstretched hand.

“Sasha Velour.” She introduced herself, she sounded out of breath.

“Shea Coulee,” Shea responded taking in the sights of her new boss. She stood, probably just a few inches shorter than Shea. Her hair was a bright blonde color cut like a bob, and ended at her chin. She greeted Shea with large blue eyes, rimmed with thick, round, cherry red glasses, as she motioned for her to sit in one of the chairs that faced the desk. As Sasha worked her way around to sit next to her, Shea was able to get a better look at her appearance, she wore a knee-length black pencil skirt and red pumps with a stark black turtleneck. She flashed a bright smile at Shea through her ruby red lips, and in the moment, Shea swore she could feel her heartbeat in her throat. Entranced by her soon to be boss’s lips, she didn’t even notice as Peppermint quietly excuse herself from the room.

“I know you probably just went through a crazy interrogation with Pepper, but I’ve got to ask– what inspired you to go into politics?” Her voice was deep, inviting, almost… comforting?

“I’ve always been really interested in social change, I guess, and my planned career path wasn’t working out so here I am.” Sasha laughed and nodded.

“Understandable. I came here to become an artist,” Sasha gestured vaguely to the art around the walls as she spoke, “but, making a career in the art world didn’t seem too likely after a while. Thank god I got my degree in political science.” Now it was Shea’s turn to laugh and nod.

“Wish I had been that smart, my degree is in fashion design, I have no idea what to do with that.” Sasha gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Well, working for Trinity is honestly amazing, and I’m super excited for your help! June is such a stressful month.”

“Totally! If I’m honest, I have no idea what campaign managers do, but I’m excited to find out.” Shea chuckled.

“There are days where I have no idea what campaign managers do, but mostly I work on data entry, making sure we know who’s donating, keeping track of volunteers, planning events, making sure Trinity knows when she goes to events and handling social media and press. Some parts are more fun the others.” Shea nodded, at a loss for any sort of words.

“That’s… a lot.” She finally said. Sasha laughed as she stood up.

“Yeah, well, it’s basically whatever needs to be done in order to be prepared,” She offered her hand to Shea, “but anyways, I’ll walk you out? It’ll be a busy day tomorrow.” Shea nodded gratefully and took Sasha’s outstretched hand.

They made a little more small talk as they exited the building, only stopping so Sasha could say a few words to Aja.

Sasha, Shea concluded, was definitely going to be an interesting boss. She wasn’t much older the Shea, only twenty-five, and up until recently, she had been living with her (now ex) fiance. Shea told her a few things about herself too, about how she was from Chicago but didn’t really want to move back home. Sasha understood that and told her how she was originally from Urbana. Once they had made it outside, Sasha shook Shea’s hand again and reminded her that work started around eight am, but if she was later, nobody would really be angry (“we all know the traffic fucking sucks, here.” She had told Shea with a laugh). As Shea departed, she knew one thing was for sure:

She had no idea what the hell she had gotten herself into.

#rpdr fanfiction #sasha velour #shea coulee #trinity taylor #peppermint #eureka o'hara #aja #farrah moan #kimora blac #valentina #panic #just strangers #lesbian au #tw cursing #tw past abusive relationship #tw mild homophobia

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thefinerpoint · 7 years

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Experimenting with Brush Lettering

This year one of my stationery resolutions was to learn brush lettering. I really like the style of brush lettered pages, journals and greetings cards and decided I would try and emulate this myself.

To get started I bought a few different brush pens online. I went for brands I knew but didn’t really consider everything aspect in depth. I kind of just bought on a whim which meant I made some errors.

Kuretake Zig Clean Color Real Brush pen

Despite the (lengthy) name of this pen I didn’t realise that this pen would have a real brush tip. I know ridiculous as it says it right there in the name and on the pen. Anyway after giving the pen a try I was put me off. Before venturing into brush pens I had attempted to brush letter using a paintbrush and found it really hard to control the brush. This pen just reminded me of that, which could be a good thing, but for a beginner with my preferences it put me off.

The Zig Clean Color holds a water based ink. This was another research error on my part as it meant that it wouldn’t be suitable to letter envelopes if I wanted to post to actually arrive at its destination. Ideally I would have liked a waterproof ink so that I could use this for any purpose. Being water based this slightly limits to way I can use this pen.

There are a couple of small downsides with the actual pen itself. I would like the ink to be a darker black. The ink isn’t a pure deep black and thats a bit of a shame for me. As this is a real brush tip I have to be careful with the pressure I apply when writing with it. My heavy hand could really damage the brush tip and ruin the pen completely.

Despite these few initial set backs, most of which are all completely down to my lack of research, it turns out I am enjoying this brush pen. After trying out a few different pens it has the one I have reached for the most because of the great brush tip it has. I just needed to practice with this pen a little to get used to it.

Sakura Koi Coloring Brush Pen

The second pen I chose was from Sakura. Again this is a water based ink, another error. The tip on this pen is what I had been expecting from a brush pen. It’s a bit firmer than an actual paint brush and means that I am able to apply a little more pressure with use.

The black colour ink in this pen is really nice, its quite dark and looks really nice on crisp white paper. So far I have found it hard to get good line variation with this pen, but that is probably down to a lack of practice on my part. I am sure with time I should be able to improve my brush lettering skills using this pen.

Bimoji Brush Pen

This may not be the official name of this pen but it’s the only one I can make out from the packaging. I found this brush pen on a recent visit to JP Books. This was a second phase brush lettering purchase after my initial haul. I really liked the traditional style of this pen, it just screams Japanese culture to me.

The pen comes with a moulded grip section adding comfort when you use this pen. I really like this feature. It suggests that lettering should be a task you take time over, not rush. It’s looking to provide you with comfort when using it.

There is a small loop on the end of the pen which I can only presume is to secure the pen to something when not in use.

The clear cap makes it easy to make sure you’re capping and uncapping the pen without damaging the brush tip, very useful!

Zig Cocoiro Brush Pen

I have had this pen for quite some time and had cast it aside feeling that it wasn’t really a true brush pen. The tip is really quite fine and you have to work hard at getting line width variation. I think it could be useful if I need to do smaller, more detailed lettering.

The Zig Cocoiro is the only coloured ink I have gone for when testing out brush pens. It’s not a firm favourite of mine, but I could see this being more useful the more I experiment with brush lettering, so I am not writing it off just yet.

Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pen in B

Ok so I bought the wrong pen. Somehow when they turned up this wasn’t the brush tip I was expecting, but rather the Pitt Artist pen’s bold. The one happy accident of this purchase is this pen is waterproof.

Despite buying the wrong tip I still played around a little with it and because of the tip you can get some line width variation when writing. It’s not a real brush pen, but you can get it to mimic brush lettering with some effort. I have actually been using this more in my sketchbook to date the pages and add a header in here and there. I actually really like the Pitt Artist pens so at some point I will rectify my mistake and buy the brush tip I was actually looking for.

Initial thoughts on my brush pens

My brush pen resolution is just getting started. So far I am only playing around with these pens and trying to get used to holding them the right way and playing with the line variation when writing. Normally I have such a heavy hand when writing so using these brush pens is taking some time to adjust.

With InCoWriMo coming up I am planning on lettering envelopes and trying to be a bit more creative with what I send out to people. I am also using the brush pens in my personal journal and in my Hobonichi Techo to letter certain events. I am pleased with how I have started with this resolution and hopefully as the year goes on my brush lettering technique will improve and my knowledge on these pens will grow.

#brush lettering #Sakura #Faber-Castell #Bimoji #Kuretake Zig Cocoiro #Kurutake Zig

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hershelashmore-blog · 6 years

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desperatehousewifecraft · 7 years

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I’m not a “cute” type of person. I preferred climbing trees when I was younger instead of playing with dolls, although I did love those paper dolls you dressed up by changing the paper dresses that stayed on when you folded the tabs…remember those? I don’t remember fawning over cute animal images and I had posters of footballers on my wall instead of cute Japanese/Asian pop stars. I do admit to maybe having a poster of Barry Manilow on my wall but I don’t think anyone would consider that as cute! Lol!

Anyway, with age, I’ve gone a little soft I guess and I’m starting to appreciate cute animals, cute babies… and cute critter cards! Problem is, I’m not very comfortable with making them. Unlike water colouring flowers which I just threw myself into and now feel very at ease with, I’m still struggling with making cute cards, but I refuse to give up! Why, you ask, do I persist then? Only because I LOVE a challenge! Speaking of which, I made this card for the Aubergine colour challenge going on at Imagine until the end of October.

So, here’s what’s supposedly a cute critter card… except its not exactly oozing with cuteness, is it… but I think its cute in a not terribly cute kind of way! ;))

Anyway, here’s how I made the card. I first cut out a scallop on one of my scraps (i.e failed 1st attempt to make this card…) using a Sizzix scallop die, and used it to mask the rest of my card. I then sponged in Versafine’s Imperial Purple into the scallop circle.

Side note: I used Clairefontaine 250gm multi technique paper as my card stock. I ALWAYS use this paper when I want to blend watercolours or inks with water as its the best ratio quality price I’ve tested. Using the right paper is VITAL if you want your inks to blend well.

I spritzed some water onto it and used my Spectrum Noir clear sparkle pen to blend the ink and give it that extra shimmer! I could have just sprayed glimmer mist but I didn’t have one the right colour.

Once it was dry, I stamped in the trees from Inkadinkado using Versafine black Onyx ink. To create the shadows of the trees, I first inked up my stamp, stamped it on the card and without re-inking, stamped it again on my card behind the first row of trees. Its called 2nd generation stamping and is a great way to create interesting effects.

I added the wrong ink in my photo above but I wanted to use it anyway to show you the shine created with the Spectrum noir sparkle pen! Now onto the little fox from Create A Smile’s “Clear Friends in the Woods” stamp set, which I first stamped with Versafine Onyx ink on a piece of scrap, and coloured him in with my Zigs clean color real Brushes. I gave him a nice reddish colour so he would blend with my Aubergine sky.

I fussy cut a snow hill, placed it on my sponged panel, and die cut the whole panel with Sue Wilson’s rectangle stitched die, so that the stitching would be on the feet of the hills too. I added my little fox on a “hill”, and added a little grey shadow around his feet to add some dimension to him. I stamped in the sentiment from Stamplorations using Momento’s Rose Bud dew drop ink, as I felt the card was a little on the “dark” side as opposed to being cute so I wanted to lighten it a little. I carded up my panel onto a light salmon card base and my card was done!

I hope you liked the card and enjoyed my post. I’m curious to know if you think this card is cute or not!

I’m sharing this card over at:

CASology – Odd. I think my little fox is kinda odd just sitting there looking at us! LoL!

Aurora Wings Challenge – Clean and Simple

Create and Makes – Anything Goes

Allsorts challenge – Trees & leaves

Cute critter card I'm not a "cute" type of person. I preferred climbing trees when I was younger instead of playing with dolls, although I did love those paper dolls you dressed up by changing the paper dresses that stayed on when you folded the tabs...remember those?

#create a smile #cute critter card #spectrum noir #Stamplorations #sue wilson stitched die #versafine #Zig clean color real brush

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