Last but not least, we have our graphics mod Sinz! If you've been eyeing all the graphics with a sense of awe and wonder, then you have this football fan to thank.
Want to know more about him? Take a peek behind the curtain by reading his bio below ⤵️⤵️⤵️
A retired anime/manga addict turned casual. Sinz is a nostalgic World Trigger die hard, working on his first zine to promote World Trigger and its fanbase. When not being addicted to football he is making graphics as a hobby. Warning: Asking for anime/manga recommendations may lead to nonstop talking.
Tell us a bit about yourself:
I'm Christina! I'm a queer lady from the southern US who is currently a retail worker (such joy). I've been active in some fandom or other since I was about 12 or so, way back on Yahoo! Groups to LiveJournal and now on Tumblr. I love chatting about head canons and crossovers and generally yelling about whatever I'm writing at that moment.
What brought you to The Old Guard fandom?
I'll be real honest, if Charlize Theron is in it? I'm there. Carte blanche. She's one of my favorite actresses and I especially love her action roles. I saw she had a new movie coming out and then saw some gifs and watched it. Once I watched it, I was GONE. I was so amazed by not only the physicality of it but also how I immediately believed that these people had been close for hundreds of years. I love it in the same way I IMMEDIATELY loved Pacific Rim.
What do you read and love?
I will read JUST about everything. I love reading about characters or situations I wouldn't have considered - be that in alternate universes or even universe alterations. I'm fascinated by tropes being turned on their head as well as all the different ways fandom comes together for a broader understanding of fic. I LOVE Nile-centric fics. As far as pairings I love, my favorites are Joe/Nicky, Andy/Quynh (/Nile and any combination therein), and I really enjoy Booker/Nile. I will read just about anything, if I'm being honest! I have a fondness for poly fics and explorations of relationships. I'm a sucker for a coffeeshop AU or a teacher AU (I.E. They're both teachers/professors). I will read it all, mostly!!
What won't you read?
I tend to stray away from dark!fic, but I will give it a shot, if the tags are mindful. I think that some dark fics are great ways to explore a dark past and what-not, and obviously, there are other things to consider within The Old Guard fandom and fic writing portion of fandom. I have some squicks - I don't really enjoy reading about Keane or Merrick (beyond their original villain roles, I mean) and I don't tend to enjoy A/B/O fics.
What's your favourite fic so far?
Don't want your lessons in love, I want to tear it all up by RocioWrites - I have read and reread this fic half a dozen times because it had such an impact on me. It's Nile-Centric and specifically, AROMANTIC Nile-Centric, which means a lot to this Aromantic lady! It's also full of team hijinks and bonding and feels like reading about a family.
I’m the more graphically inclined mod on this team and also the one always lacking sleep… I have experience with running several online stores and I table at conventions pretty often. I’ve been a contributor in 10+ zines and moderated the One Piece Feast zine plus the BNHA Side Quest zine.
I’ll do my best to make sure that we’re on top of the organisation behind the scenes and everything runs smoothly!
Through Asterisk Zines, I hope to practice my animation (Animation student hehe!), lvl up my graphic design, meet new people and have lots of fun. My goal is to make a high quality product in an organised manner and everything is communicated clearly.
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Hi! I like drawing and drinking tea~
I’m more on the financial side of the team and the one most likely re-bingeing an anime.
After participating in my first zine, I fell in love with the whole process. From meeting new people to seeing all the amazing creations! I’m always inspired by everyone’s passion. I’ve now been in over 10+ zines (And always on the search for more to join!) and moderated Feast: One Piece Food Zine (@opfoodzine). Besides my involvement in the zine community, I’ve had experience previously running my own online store and table regularly at conventions.
I aim to organise high quality zines in a timely manner. Bringing fans together, and a smile to their faces, I hope to celebrate our favorite series and the amazing community of creators they share.
Hi! Killua is the bestest best boi and I think about him 24/7 ;-; If there’s one anime that I’d recommend to anyone it’d have to be HxH (2011), it’s a masterpiece!! I listen to all the endings and openings (yes all 6 versions) on repeat. I’ve contributed to 10+ zines and moderated the OP Feast zine and the BNHA Side Quest zine. I’ve previously tabled at several local conventions and running an online store at the moment. My goal is to meet the hxh community, produce a really high quality product and run this zine in an organised manner! If anyone has seen Killua please tell him to come home I miss him!! <3
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Yo! HxH is one of my favourite series and through this zine I hope to create a high quality product that captures all the fun, adventure and feels Hunter x Hunter brought us! //criesinYuzu//
I’ve previously moderated the OP Feast Zine, contributed to 10+ zines, tabled at multiple local conventions and ran my own online store. You can find me normally lurking in the zine community, and when I’m not drawing for one I’m probably buying one ahah //looksatmyhugestackofzines//
Can’t wait to embark on this adventure together!
Hiya, nice to meet you all! I’m always ready to eat! Feel free to dm me with any questions about the zine. Or to cry over Law’s existence
Previous modded Zine: BNHA Side Quest @sidequest-abnhazine
Favs: Monster trio (tbh all the straw hats)+Law
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Hi! I’m the mod who runs the tumblr~ Join me for a karaoke session featuring all 21 ops! I live for Chopper and Law interactions, and pretty much any Law interactions with the crew! Feel free to send me a message anytime if you have any questions~
Favs: ASL + Law + Zoro + The crew (aha I couldn’t choose)
Please reblog and share this zine to all your nakama and fellow One Piece fan friends who you think would be interested in joining!
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Hello! I’m Anna, a new temporary mod. Glad to meet you all! I’ll sign my posts as Bee.
I’m 22, from Italy. I’m a med student in my third year (out of six). I identify as agender, and female pronouns are fine - as are male ones. Your pick! I’m on the ace spectrum (not sex repulsed, mostly just not interested).
I’ve suffered from a specific phobia - once called hypochondria - for about ten years. Same goes a general anxiety disorder. My phobia was invalidating, which is why I decided to start seeing a psychologist when I was 13 years old. I’ve changed therapists twice since then, and I’m optimistic I’ve finally found the right match.
I’m dyscalculic but I was diagnosed only last year, making my relationship with math very complex and anxiety-inducing. My dad jokes that my LD is the first diagnosis I made, since I’d suspected I could have been dys for years.
I dissociate, have trouble with emotional regulation, stim often, and have sensory processing disorder.
Last year I’ve also fallen into depression, and are currently taking medication for it.
I have a bunch of medical conditions and suffer from chronic pain and are in the middle of trying to understand why with the help of a wonderful rheumatologist.
I’m happy to start this journey and hope I’ll be of help!
He didn’t know what he was expecting besides finding an utterly ruined building, but for some reason he had still come here.
St. Paul’s Hospital
Well, he had nowhere else to go...
Alex shaped his right hand into a claw (which looked a lot smaller than he was used to) and tore away the thick tendrils blocking the entrance. Once inside he found even more biomass spreading over the remains of the entrance’s information desk. And pretty much everything else. Hacking and slashing away at the viral vines, Alex made his way to the staircase and down to the dark morgue. A pathologist named Professor Bradley Ragland had worked here. Once, he had saved Alex’s life from a cancer that had been devouring him and helped locate his sister’s infected kidnapper. He’d been incredibly thankful that someone was willing to help him, considering most people either ran away from him screaming or wanted to end his life. But now he wasn’t sure whether Ragland was still alive either. Which made him realize that going to the morgue may have been a pointless endeavour.
Alex shoved the left-over half of the morgue’s double-door to the side with a little bit too much force, sending it flying off its rusty hinges. It smashed into the room’s far-right corner, splintering loudly. Alex flinched; he’d probably get unwanted attention from equally unwanted guests.
Giving the deserted morgue a quick look revealed a clear lack of bodies, and when Alex took a closer look at the floor and the tables (which were still in place and mostly untouched by the creeping biomass, to his surprise) he found no documents or notes. The blackboard next to the computer was also wiped clean, save for a fine layer of dust.
Alex stood in the room, completely lost. Now what? He glanced at the monitor on the table. If he was lucky for once, the computer might still work and he could check the date. Certain that the power was off, he took a look around for the circuitry box. The moment the electricity returned, lights flickered on in the morgue. With that, the place looked a lot more familiar already. Only one thing missing: The Doc himself.
“Where the hell did you go, Ragland?”, Alex thought out loud.
Now that the computer was hopefully operable again, Alex pushed the tower’s power button. He sighed with relief when the lights winked on and the screen flickered to life. For what felt like the first time in his so short life, things were going well for him (Excluding the cryo-stasis and waking up to a Manhattan from the end-times). The computer had finally reached the login screen, into which Alex entered Ragland’s password and ID. He’d given it to him before he left to find the first contact location with the “insider”, who had actually been Cross. Remembering him made Alex pause for a moment. Admittedly, he felt remorseful, in particular because they never really got to know each other. Despite their hostile introduction, Alex had developed a strange soft spot for that hardass of a captain.
He shook his head and cleared his thoughts, returning to the computer. It was taking its sweet time, and Alex was about to give the tower a gentle tap with his foot, when the home screen finally showed up. In the lower right-hand corner was the time and date, reading 09:29 pm, 05/16/2010. Alex blinked in disbelief. 19 months since he was born on the floor of Penn Station, the 1st November 2008. He’d been gone for a long time.
“19 months...” shaken, Alex buried his face in his numb, trembling hands. His skin crawled with agitated tendrils as his mind came up with all manners of scenarios, none of them comforting. What had been his last memories before the vault? He remembered again; being captured by Blackwatch shortly after having reformed himself from the biomass puddle, what was left of him after the nuke. Since then about 19 months had flown by and god knows what happened in between. It certainly wasn’t good, taking New York’s look into consideration. He didn’t know where to start, so much was going on in his head.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!” His voice echoed in the empty hallway. It was obvious, wasn’t it? Same thing as before. The only thing he’s ever known.. Hunt, kill, consume, and become even more of a monster. What’s gonna be left of me by the end of this?
He didn’t want to admit it, but it was inevitable. It was foolish to think he could be anything other than what he was made to be. A senseless killing-machine. The misery he caused himself and others wasn’t going to end anytime soon...
He sat still for a few minutes, trying but failing to blot out the tormented voices and screams in his head, which had swelled to a cacophonous choir. A knot was forming in his chest, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. The metal table beneath his fingers began to bend with each harrowing moment. Alex had to get out of the hospital. He was going to snap. Just when he got to his feet and turned, the barrel of a large handgun greeted him, poised to put a bullet between his eyes. The Blacklight entity snarled. Aggravated, Alex’ eyes traced along the shooter’s arm to look at their face. Even with a gas mask on, he would recognize those alert eyes anywhere. But now there was also a cold, calculating fury in them.
“Ragland?” Alex’ brow furrowed. Why was the Doc pointing a gun at him? ”What the hell are you doing? It’s me, Alex!”
“I know damn well who you are and what you’ve done, Mercer.” Ragland spat Alex’ name with undisguised reproach. Alex bared his inhumanly-sharp teeth at the accusation. What did he do?
“What are you talking about? I’ve been in some sort of Gentek freezer for 19 months, what the hell am I supposed to have done?”
“Don’t you dare play tricks on me. You’re not getting out of this alive, not with the bullets that are in this gun,” Ragland’s voice dropped to a threatening whisper “They should cure you.”
Alex was genuinely concerned for his well-being.
“Look, Ragland, whoever you think I am, whoever did that out there,” Alex clenched his jaw in frustration,
“It wasn’t me.”
Spoken through gritted teeth, his statement did nothing to dissuade the pathologist. Ragland eyed him suspiciously, but still not lowering the firearm. Alex was out of options. He couldn’t slap the pistol out of Ragland’s hand; he’d been wise enough to put distance between them. And if Alex made a move he’d have a quite possibly lethal bullet somewhere. He knew Ragland had studied him more than anybody else still alive, so it was no mistake to assume he had the means to create something lethal to the Virus. Which begged the question: how much had Gentek been able to study him? Alex was pulled out of his stupor when Ragland’s radio crackled.
“All units in the vicinity, Hades is engaging Zeus on the rooftop of Penn Station. Rendezvous for coordinated attack.”
So there is another me, Alex thought, confused at how this could have happened.
The look on Ragland’s face confirmed that he was equally bewildered by the announcement. Gradually, the situation became clear to the pathologist, and he curtly lowered the gun and switched the safety on.
Both men stood in the room, stunned. Save for the rasp of Ragland’s gas mask, it was pin-drop quiet. Until he took off his mask and finally spoke up.
“Well…This is the last thing I expected...” he trailed off, but quickly realising what Alex had said before. “You were in cryogenic storage? For 19 months?”
The Virus sighed with relief. “Yeah, I slept through whatever hell’s broken loose. I found out right before you came in,” Alex gestured at the computer behind him. “So, the fuck’s happened?”
Ragland shook his head slightly, baffled at the mess unfolding before his very eyes, “It had been a few weeks since the military completely pulled out of Manhattan, in January, when that other you came back, and...” Ragland trailed off, his voice going faint, “Alex, he infected New York. I don’t know why, but since then things have gone downhill, badly. Blackwatch and Gentek are worse than ever; Brooklyn’s become the Yellow Zone, Staten Island is Green, and...well, you can probably guess what Manhattan is...”
“Red.” Alex concluded. Great, the entirety of NY’s become a traffic light of scientific malpractices and shady government bioweapon programs. And apparently it was because of some imposter.
“So, what are you going to do?”
“Hm,” Alex mulled over his options; go face that bastard who had his name and meet this Hades person (no doubt another infected similar to him), or try to find Dana— “Wait, how’s Dana?” Ragland blinked, thrown off by the sudden change of topic. “She woke up a month after Blackwatch pulled out of Manhattan. She’s still in the red zone, hacking into Blackwatch and Gentek networks under the moniker ‘Athena’. I don’t think—Alex, are you alright?”
Alex huffed out a breath as he tried to suppress a grin. His sister was alive. Maybe not safe (who would be, in this city?), but alive and well. For a moment it occurred to him how odd it was to hide his emotions behind his jacket sleeve, and what elicited this human behaviour, but he quickly brushed the thought away. “Doc, you have no idea how good it is to hear that..”, Alex muttered, before looking up at the other. “Thank you.”
A rarity, Alex Mercer of all people being sincerely thankful, which Ragland grasped. “Glad I could help. I guess, at the bare bones, we’re all still fighting the same fight: put a stop to Gentek before one of their goddamn experiments puts a stop to the world as we know it.”
Alex couldn’t agree more. Which left one issue, that of the FAKE BITCHASS ZEUS malevolent copy. “Alright, I’ll see if i can’t go and join the rooftop-party at Penn Station and meet Hades.”
“Well then I suggest you change your appearance, because last time I checked, you two look identical.”
Alex frowned, almost pouting (he should be the one to keep this outfit, not that imposter), before his body melted apart into a sea of writhing tendrils. Even with limited biomass, he formed himself a tattered, faded-red trench coat over a beige sweater, with a new pair of boots instead of loafers. And lastly, with a heavy heart, he ditched the hood.
“Looking good, I’d say,” Ragland gave him a once-over, before nodding his approval. He patted Alex’s shoulder. “Now go kick his butt.”
Alex gave a raspy laugh. “With pleasure…”
With that, Mercer went on his way and left the wrecked hospital behind.
