#petals of a rose zine

[shen-mu]

And here's my two works that i made for @hideduofanzine !! <3 Im so happy and proud working with such an amazing writers \ artists \beta-readers I worked with @iridescentpull and Basil on the first one and aynee wrote the cutest fic !!! With second one i worked with @vex-glitch and Bio !! check this amazing fic !!!

[saltyyetbland]

I have just posted my fic that I wrote for the Petals of a Rose fanzine on AO3. You can find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57670000

I have a lot of thoughts about this fic, the zine and the qsmp in general so I'm just going to write it all under the Keep Reading line cause this ramble might be as long as my fic lmao.

When I saw that applications were open for this zine, I initially didn't even consider joining. I liked hideduo but I was definitely out of the fandom by then. I haven't even written anything hideduo specific (I only had like 2 QSMP related fics on AO3 and they were more trauma than romance lmao) so in my head I thought that even if I applied, I wouldn't get selected.

And I guess that mentality ironically is what made me decide to impulse apply during my Marketing class at like 8pm.

And somehow I got accepted.

You can imagine my surprise when I get an email with a discord link saying that I got accepted to be apart of this zine. I joined and then I see a bunch of cool artists and writers that I recognize and my brain immediately goes "oh shit, i should not be here wtf" but thankfully I decided to not be impulsive this time and actually stick with this zine.

And then prompt creation starts and then artists and writer match-ups and then it fully dawned on me that art is going to be created out of my fic. And that was such a complex thought to swallow as I struggled with imposter syndrome yet again (it is what it is lol) and just me trying to grapple with the concept of fan creation as a product of inspiration while being a source of inspiration as well (the fan studies/media nerd in me is jumping out).

And then the sketches and conversations from Kye and Bio started and I was just in awe by their skill and effort that it motivated me to try and write better too.

And then after months of me struggling to write the fic, it was done. I had multiple people look over it including my irl writing group as well as a beta reader (shoutout to skelepen) and I then submitted it to the final submission google form.

There is a clear memory I have in which I am simply working and I just check over at the discord and I see a photo in general chat. It is a snippet of my fic and it is Aynee saying that "damn... this fic got hands" and like 4 other comments from other members of the discord basically saying the same thing. When I tell you that this has almost made me cry at work, I'm not joking cause this was the moment when I truly felt like I contributed enough to the zine.

And now the zine is published and it is 500 pages of pure effort and I feel satisfied with myself but I also feel the looming sense of closure that I know stems from the knowledge that this is the end of my qsmp era.

I've been aware of the qsmp since its inception but I only really got into it during the ice prison event where creators like tubbo, mouse and tina joined. And though i only really lurked in this fandom and occasionally posted, i can still see its effects on me today. I have discovered my ever-growing interest of community building in media and cross-cultural communications and translations. I am currently on a 300+ day streak on Duolingo for Portuguese. I was able to revitalize some of my previous knowledge of French and Korean and actually find joy in learning languages, something that I seriously struggled with when I was younger.

And for that, even though my relationship with the QSMP is now a bit more complicated, I am grateful for it opening my eyes and for allowing me to be a part of it, even in my small amount.

All in all, I am proud that this fic has been created. I am proud of this community that I have been apart of. And even though I am closing this era, it won't be on a bittersweet note like my previous fandoms.

So, thank you.

Thanks to Kye and Bio for creating amazing pieces for my fic, skelepen for beta reading my work, Aynee for creating the zine itself, the POAR discord for being such a cool and fun place and to the larger QSMP community as a whole for being a part of my life.

[twoheadedtulip]

Here is my second fic for @hideduofanzine!! (Link to zine download: https://petalsofarose.carrd.co/)

I collaborated with two amazing artists for this fic, that being @/JotaEmy on twitter (Art on page 110 of the zine, and link to the art post here: JotaEmy), and @barb-png (Art on page 124 of the zine, and link to the art post here: Barb-Png)!! Their art is super awesome!! Pls check them out :D

I hope you enjoy the fic!!

[traumxrei-archive]

【 the perfect debutante 】

summary: yuu, the young heir to Night Raven Duchy, has their debutante coming up ! with the help of their maids, will they be able to plan the perfect debutante ? (or the 2nd years are yuu’s maids, what shenanigans will they be up to ?)

note: here’s my piece from “Maid in Wonderland”, the maid zine i was in. it features some beautiful spot arts from the wonderful dumple (check her art out on insta !) and has a chapter dedicated to each of the 2nd years ^^ i hope you guys enjoy :D

[ or read it on ao3 (coming soon) ]

↳ prologue. rumor has it

↳ i. guest list dilemma; azul

↳ ii. rose-petal wounds; riddle

↳ iii. picture-perfect shopping; floyd

↳ iv. the taste of flowers; ruggie

↳ v. plated perfection; kalim

↳ vi. sun-soaked laundry; silver

↳ vii. beholder of beauty; jamil

↳ viii. accidental midnight rendezvous; jade

↳ epilogue. promises shared along the way

thank you for reading ! if you’d like to read more of my works, head over to my masterlist or my ao3 ^^

[iridescentpull]

Guess we're doing this again :)

Interest form for a NEW fitpac zine is up!! Please fill in the form below vv

Thank you!! Reblogs appreciated!!

[hideduofanzine]

Mark your calendars! Set the date!

The Petals of a Rose: a hideduo zine will be published on...

Wednesday, July 24!

Hope you are all excited as we are to see what the team has been working on for the past five months!

art by @/lutraviolet

[pamela-lntt]

ZINE ART REVEAL !!

This is the drawing I did for the Petals of a Rose Zine !!

I had so much fun working with so many talented people I was star-struck the whole time TT

Special shoutout to @artfulstar for their gorgeous fic that made me giggle and quick my feet by just reading the general idea (i read it while in class and omg i couldn't stop smiling for the rest of it lol) and @/TotoThePoyoArt for being my art partner for the fic and powering through the two drawings she did for the zine !! I remember seeing the wips and knowing they'd be amazing !

Like my art? Consider buying me a coffee (kofi) !

[annimator]

Guys I cannot stress this enough but the new fitpac zine (Petals of a Rose) is SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE I KEEP READING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN WITH THE BIGGEST FUCKING SMILE ON MY FACE OVER SEEING A BUNCH OF ARTISTS THAT I RECOGNIZE FROM QSMPBLR

YALL ARE SO FUCKING TALENTED FR

[also shoutout to my moots @lilliancdoodles, @shinxchill , and @godsleastfavouritewhiteboy! They all participated in the zine as artists and their drawings are rlly cool! Extra shoutout to my moot @hepbaestus for being one of the zine’s beta readers!]

[leunfer]

Miss Plinius & Miss Lester 

1. Piece for Violet Petals (IDV f/f zine)

2. Based on “A Thorn Amidst the Roses” by James Sant

[potionbarrel]

we can share our pieces for the @frenreyzine now! i'm so happy i got to work on this with so many other rad, skilled people, and i met new friends through it that mean a lot to me! everyone's work for this zine turned out fantastic, i couldn't be happier with how it all came together! and hey, if you didn't get the chance to preorder it, overstock sales open up on the 15th! :-D [ID: Benrey and Gordon are sitting next to each other on a picnic blanket lined with a charcuterie board and wine glasses, embracing and kissing. They're both wearing wedding bands, glinting in the light of a setting sun. Blooming magnolia trees hang overhead and full red rose bushes line the bottom of the scene. A picnic basket sits behind Benrey, a bouquet and a wine bottle peeking out of the top. A few stray petals and stems are scattered on the blanket, two of the flowers from the bouquet tucked in Gordon's hair. /End ID.]

[jaimeski]

any moots got in the petal of a rose zine 🙏?

[twoheadedtulip]

Here is my first (and longest) fic for @hideduofanzine!! (Link to zine download: https://petalsofarose.carrd.co/)

I collaborated with two amazing artists for this fic, that being @/Nathiyyyyy on twitter (Art on page 78 of the zine), and @lutraviolet (Art on page 109 of the zine, and link to the art post here: Lutraviolet)!! Both of their art is super amazing and you should definitely check them out!!! :3

Anyway I hope you enjoy the fic!! Warning that it's super angsty tho LMAO.

[pearlsephoni]

To Paint a (Still) Life

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Gen

Characters: Tomomi Masaoka, Nobuchika Ginoza, Akane Tsunemori

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In a world that grows bleaker with every passing year, Masaoka does what he can to immortalize the little joys.

A/N: This was written for In Time: A Psycho-Pass 10th Anniversary Tribute zine. It was such an honor to be included amongst so many incredible creators in this tribute to an incredible series! Thank you to the mods @/temporarilyunstable and @/shikkokans for organizing everything! The zine site went live on November 12, 2022, and this fic was originally published on AO3 on June 26th, 2023. Further author's notes can be found on AO3.

———

Every good still life must first have a subject.

The flowers on the bedside table were starting to wilt, the edges of their petals turning brown and brittle despite the still-vibrant colors clinging to the rest of the satiny surface. Masaoka let his fingers brush the dry edges, a wry smile curving his lips.

“I’ll have to remember to bring you new ones next time, hm?” he asked.

He received no response, nor did he expect one. These visits usually found him speaking into the air, his words falling on unhearing ears.

But still, he came. There was no fixing their family now, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do…something to ease the damage. And he wasn’t the only one.

“I wonder where Nobuchika found these tulips,” he mused, his fingers wandering back to the red petals. “They’re awfully pretty. I’m glad he still appreciates beauty in the little things.”

A soft sigh came from the wheelchair parked at the large window. The sound drew Masaoka to its side, where he took a look at his wife’s—former wife’s, he corrected himself sullenly—blank features. To his surprise, there was an almost-imperceptible upward curve to the very edges of her lips. The small difference was enough to bring some light to her face, and for a single bittersweet moment, she looked like the vibrant woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“You always did love red flowers,” he murmured, unable to resist the urge to brush a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear. “I never would’ve expected him to remember. Our son is more thoughtful than he likes to let on.”

Another soft sigh, and the feeling of her leaning just the slightest bit into his gentle fingers. “He got that from you, Sae.” There was a hitch to his voice, almost imperceptible to his own ears, but the sight of her thumb tracing a small curve along the back of her clasped hands told him she’d heard.

His eyes wandered from her gentle features back to the flowers, the source of her quiet joy. Perhaps he should immortalize them somehow.

———

Draw your chosen objects onto a canvas, taking care to get their shapes accurate.

“Ah, Ginoza.” Masaoka tried and failed to keep his surprise out of his voice. He had more success in biting back the smile that nearly rose to his lips at the sight of Ginoza’s mouth twisting. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“No honor, just news.” Ginoza’s green eyes flickered over his shoulder before snapping back to him. “Well? Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

That was more like it. Masaoka never knew what to do with the brief glimpses he caught of his son’s deep-buried insecurity, and the quiet manners it brought out. This, though, this show of superiority and power that he’d put on ever since he entered the PSB as an Inspector, was something Masaoka was much more familiar with. “Of course. Come in.”

He didn’t wait for Ginoza to step in, simply left the door open behind him as he made his way back to the windows, where he’d set up a new canvas and his sketching pencils in front of a chair. He sat just as he heard the door clicking shut and Ginoza following him. “Well then,” he said as he took his pencil back up, “what is this important news?”

Silence fell where he’d expected a curt answer. He looked over his shoulder, and found Ginoza staring at the photo of Sae’s flowers that Masaoka had taken and was now projecting from his communicator. “…Ginoza?”

“Ah.” Ginoza blinked as though he’d been dragged out of a dream. Masaoka could easily read the way he shoved his glasses back up his nose, knew that it was a way to stall, but he didn’t say anything. He simply turned back to his canvas, and sketched.

“…Our division has been issued a new Inspector,” Ginoza finally announced. “She will be starting in a month, after she has completed her pre-work training.”

“I see.” Masaoka finished sketching out the petals of the second tulip. “And have the other enforcers received this news?”

“That’s none of your concern.” Ginoza’s voice sounded tight, and Masaoka almost felt bad about his gentle teasing. “What matters is that you will all know when she gets here, and you will all treat her with the respect that a superior deserves. I’ll have enough on my hands showing her the ropes as the only other Inspector. I don’t need to worry about your basic manners.”

With his face safely turned to his canvas, Masaoka finally let a small grin pull at his lips. “Understood, Inspector.”

“…Good.” Another beat of silence, then the sound of business shoes clicking back to the door.

“I’m sure she’ll be an excellent Inspector,” Masaoka suddenly spoke up, just before Ginoza reached the door, “especially under your instruction. You don’t have anything to worry about, Nobuchika.”

“I don’t need an Enforcer to tell me how to feel about this,” Ginoza bit out, “I know I’m capable of doing my job.”

That was about the response Masaoka expected to get. What he didn’t expect was the soft, “…I’ll see you Tuesday,” that came right before his door opened and closed.

His small grin broadened into a smile as he sketched out the smaller branches of leaves. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

———

Paint in the base colors, working from the darkest colors to the palest.

Akane Tsunemori proved to be a little bundle of contradictions. Where Masaoka had expected a no-nonsense Inspector, he saw the walking embodiment of nerves and an eagerness to please. Where he anticipated her to crumble under the pressure of having such a gruesome first case, she instead stuck to her morals and shot down their most intimidating Enforcer. And where he expected her to flee the PSB after a hellish first day, she instead dug her heels in and worked to adapt. And she did so remarkably well. He just wished that didn’t include her stubborn attempts to understand one Shinya Kogami.

It was unnerving how much she reminded him of both Kogami and Ginoza when they first began working as Inspectors. She was determined to make a difference, wanted her work to be for the greater good, and not just the preservation of Sibyl. And just like before, Masaoka could already see the signs of their work hardening Akane’s skin like armor.

But there was something else. She wasn’t becoming tough to the core. Somehow, she still held on to her sense of justice, still wanted to believe in the inherent good of both the people and the system she worked to protect. Her determined optimism was achingly familiar to Masaoka—he remembered seeing it light up his son’s eyes when he was first assigned to the PSB, remembered seeing it flicker behind Kogami’s smile back when he was still an Inspector…remembered feeling it burn hot in his own chest when he was still a detective with a happy wife and a newborn son.

It never lasted long, not in this line of work, and especially not with Sibyl breathing down their necks. He knew it was only a matter of time before it faded from Akane as well. And yet…he still found himself wanting to protect it—protect her—for as long as he possibly could. If that meant discouraging her from lingering too long on her fascination with Kogami, then so be it. He’d seen first-hand the way Kogami’s dangerous mix of charisma, intelligence, and focus could tempt those around him into the same destructive habits.

“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you,” he told her, only to earn furrowed brows and a small frown in response. Ah, he realized, she really is cut from the same cloth. It didn’t matter what he said to her—she’d already made up her mind. Her wide eyes and gentle voice couldn’t hide her fierce curiosity and immoveable stubbornness.

Well…if he couldn’t convince her to protect herself, maybe he could find some way to keep her safe himself.

———

Add details to the foreground and background, deepen the shadows to add more depth. This will help your subject stand out.

The door shut behind him with a soft click. Just like that, he was alone, isolated in his own home—or, cell…he really couldn’t tell the difference anymore—and left with no distractions from the mess he’d just made.

He’d thought he was so much older and wiser, thought that he had left behind the wide-eyed idyllicism that had drawn him to this god-forsaken career. But here he was, down one pistol and one set of keys to his safe house. He had just sent Kogami on what was essentially a suicide mission, and now he would have to face Tsunemori and Nobuchika and all the others, and watch them figure out what he’d done.

He knew giving Kogami a gun and refuge was a mistake. He knew it. And yet…he couldn’t find it in himself to feel any regret. The fool was always going to pursue Makishima, no matter the personal cost. At least Masaoka could tell himself he’d done what he could to lessen that cost, just a bit.

His eyes burned with exhaustion and his stomach burned with bourbon, but he didn’t move towards his bedroom. He instead found himself wandering into the moonlit living room, flicking on a lamp on his journey to the easel that was still set up by the windows. There was no way he was going to sleep. He might as well get some other work done while he could.

———

At last, you can add the final details to your piece, such as brighter highlights. But be careful—less is more.

“Thank you for helping me with this.”

“Of course, Ginoza-san.” Akane was growing used to the grief that had settled in her chest like a rock. It felt like her days were a never-ending parade of sorting through the things her loved ones had left behind—Kagari’s vintage tech collection, Kogami’s books, and now, whatever secret interest Masaoka had stashed away.

And yet, for all that she was getting “used to” the process, she still felt her eyes sting when she stepped into Masaoka’s old living quarters and breathed in the familiar scent of bourbon and paints. She could see the effects of being surrounded by his father’s presence weighing on Ginoza, and no amount of wry grins could keep her from noticing his curved-in shoulders.

“No need to use ‘-san’ with me,” he chuckled as he led her further into the salon. “You’re the superior, now.”

“I still learned everything about this job from you.”

“Not just me.”

The quiet words pulled her eyes from wandering around the room back to Ginoza. He was standing by a covered easel near the window, holding up one edge of the fabric to peer at the painting underneath with a small, sad smile. “He never finished.”

“Finished what?”

“This.” It was surprising, seeing how carefully Ginoza unveiled the painting, but not as surprising as what awaited underneath. Akane’s breath caught in her throat—she...she knew that painting. She could distantly remember watching Masaoka lay down the base colors so many months ago.

And the strangest thing was, it looked finished to her. The vase looked almost real from how detailed the reflections were, and the flowers looked like they could bloom straight from the canvas. “It looks done to me.”

“It’s not. The flowers, they…they look too alive. They were starting to go brown at the edges when he started painting them.”

“How do you—?”

“I gave these flowers to my mother. He must have taken a photo of them and painted them to let her enjoy them forever.” Something around his eyes hardened, and his fingers tightened in the fabric he was still holding. “He…he had plans and projects and now—”

His voice broke. The next thing Akane knew, the fabric was fluttering to the ground as Ginoza pressed his hands to his eyes, shoulders drawn up tight around his ears.

Akane had never seen anyone in the PSB cry. In fact, the last person she’d seen cry was Kaori at Yuki’s funeral. So she did what she’d done for Kaori: she stepped up to Ginoza, gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and didn’t let go, not even when she felt him stiffen. “Don’t,” she murmured firmly, “don’t apologize. We have to grieve for him. We have to remember him. We’re the only ones who can, Ginoza-san.”

He was frozen for a moment, his only movements coming from his shaking sobs. Then, like a drifting boat in search of a mooring, his hands fell from his eyes and clutched at the back of her shirt as his forehead came to a rest on her shoulder. “...Thank you, Tsunemori,” he whispered, his voice rough from his tears.

“Of course.”

Ginoza gave himself a few more breaths before he pulled away, granting Akane a look at his reddened eyes. “Um,” he murmured, rubbing at the lingering tear tracks on his cheeks, “would you…be willing to help me take this to my mother? I don’t know how well she remembers him, but…I think he was painting this for her in the first place. She should be the one to have it.”

“Give me the time and place,” Akane agreed with a smile. “I’ll be there.”

[viktornovgorod]

Recording of some event called “Repeat Performance”. September 2023.

A beige wolf cub comes onto the stage, straightening the sleeves of a green sweater with his paw with papers clutched between his fingers. Between his short horns, similar to those of a dragon, a dark brown swallow sits and examines the motley strangers in the small noisy hall. The wolf cub's notes and drawings smoothly rose into the air as he carefully took the bird from the top of his head. From his horns, or rather from the pattern carved on them, light began to leak out of the same color as the light yellow glow around the papers.

Then the wolf cub clears his throat and the noise around him gradually subsides, turning the attention of everyone sitting to him.

— “Hello, dear residents and just arrived, as they say on this server, kittens. My nickname is Viktor Novgorod, and the swallow in my hands is called Yantarka (Amber)”.

From afar, the creaking, staccato sound of another bird was suddenly heard, quickly landing on Victor's head and forcing him to regain his balance from the unexpectedly strong impulse before he pointed at it.

— “And this slightly impudent seagull’s name is Makovka. And for some reason its rightful place is always on my head.”

The response to the owner’s comment from the little seagull was only a confident squeak. At this moment, following the movement of the wolf's paw, the drawings are lined up for everyone to see.

— “Here are examples of my creativity. Here is also my catsona, created for the zine.”

After the drawings were examined by those present in the hall, the papers were again collected in a pile and dropped into the artist’s paws while the swallow sat down on one of the wolf cub’s horns. The light yellow glow near the papers and on the horns went out at that moment.

– “If you want to see more works, then come to my office. You can teleport using cards. I'll give it to you now.”

Everyone in the room received a turquoise card with a symbol that looked like a clover in circles, with one prominent petal on top. The person filming also showed the link stamp on the back.

After that, the wolf cub bowed and left the stage amid applause, leaving room for the next speaker...

[hideduofanzine]

Meet the wonderful mods running Petals of a Rose, a fitpac/hideduo zine!!

reminder sign-ups close this friday!! head to out blog for the link and for more information!!

[ravenatural]

LKJSBDFSAFDJHVASFJVSDF HELLO???!! i didnt know it was you oh my gosh a fellow gda-er in 2023 and we;re in the same project this is unbelievable and also just really really funny. respectfully scrolling through your halvah art now thank you so much for this revelation (this is tea btw!!)

TEA HEWWO!!! What’s even more unbelievable and funny is that this is actually the second time this has happened to me, I was briefly in a pandora hearts zine project with Shannon ( Rosie/rose petal cake mun ) before I had to drop but there was just this whole moment of “hey wait a minute—“

always makes my day to recognize a fellow gda-er!! even if it takes a few months of being in the same server gneiclalcpzp