Mod Experience
| Zine Name | Format | Role | Dates | Link | Status |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Women of the Archives: TMA/TMP Zine | Physical | Org/ Writing Mod | June 2024-July 2025 | Itch.io | Complete! |
| From Zood with Love: CloHo Zine | Digital | Head Mod | Nov 2025-present | Carrd | Creation Period |
| Memento Mori: Curse of Strahd Zine | Physical | Org. Mod | Nov 2025-present | Tumblr | Creation Period |
| Adventures in Okinawa: Yakuza 3 Zine | Digital | Org. Mod | Feb 2026-present | Carrd | Formatting Period |
| Across Endless Worlds: SPM 20th Ann. Zine | Tent. Physical | Org. Mod | Apr 2026-present | Carrd | Interest Period |
| Just Shapes: NITW 10th Ann. Zine | Physical | Head Mod | Oct 2026 | Carrd | Pre-Planning Period |
About Me!
| Name | Age | Pronouns |
|---|---|---|
| Andy (Or Endy) (Or Indy) (Or Ondy, Undy, Yndy) | 26 | it/she |
| Howdy! |
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| I'm Andy and I exist online. IRL I am a lawyer studying for the bar and radio DJ. Digitally I like to help moderate zines and I do a lotta roleplay. |
| DNI: |
| - Below 16 |
| - Use excessively crude or rude language |
| - "Blacklist Typical Stuff" (Bigot, Racist, Homophobe, Antisemite, Ableist, Xenophobe, Zionist) |
Writing Portfolio
Sky-Eyed 230 words
Dreamer: In a world where you can be anything (anyone) you want, you wanted to be a MacLeod. Not like your father but like your grandmother — wanderlust must skip a generation, you figure. It’s the most obvious answer, after all. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, you kept hope for twenty years. When hope came, you were ready. Bag already packed. Plans already in play.The world didn’t know it needed Olethra, but you needed the world. Goodbye, Pilby. Hello, Gath. Goodbye, Gath. Hello, Zood.There’s a certain privilege to being a MacLeod (one you took for granted, admittedly). Not everyone has a legacy. Most people, however, have a grandmother, which is not a privilege extended to you. On a technicality, yes, Comfrey is around somewhere, but she’s never been present. Like a spectre haunting the narrative, her impact is felt in every moment, but she is never truly there. You knew her not, but you know of your grandmother, and isn’t that wonderful in its own way? Aren’t the questions better than the answers?You know Comfrey loves adventure. By the transitive property, you must embark on the adventure she loves. In doing so, your grandmother will love you, too, hopefully. Surely. Probably. It’s never about the destination to wind riders like her, like us. It’s about the journey. It shouldn’t matter if she loves you, but it does. It matters incredibly.
1-Hit!
The Sweet Science 298 words
Content Warnings Go Here! || Mentions of Gore ||
Young Maxwell Gotch, there is blood in your veins just as there is blood on your knuckles – dripping down your fingers, dripping off their tips. Wrapped in fabric gauze like the tethers of society ‘round you, your scabbed and bruised hands tell stories where you do not feel you can speak. Marked and marred are you, a rowdy man, distinguished from the fine gentleman in your bloodline. Bloodline. Blood, bloodied, bruised are you.You aren’t like them, are you, young Maxwell Gotch? You’re a man of science. The sweet science. Knuckles cracking, fist flexing, you and them are not the same.Bare-chested and barren, bright lights shine down upon glistening skin, oiled and at the ready, fists held one-two like so, as you face your opponent, an unnamed everyman in the ring. Here you simply Max.The Max. No longer a dandy but a rowdy. No longer a boy but a man. No longer a man but a boxer, a pugilist, an athlete, not a brute. Never a brute. That you contest.Blood splatters your pants like paint. In this ring, you are an artist. Your opponent the canvas. Their face, jaw, torso, arms– like paper to be decorated with shades of red and purple and yellow and black. What would your brothers say if they saw you now? Would they applaud your work? Would they marvel at your masterpiece? Or rather, what can be said in the silence, back turned as the lot walks away, leaving the seventh Gotch son, master of his craft, behind.Wealwell’s solid. Samwell’s reasonable. Hatwell’s awful. The others are unremarkable. And then what are you? Rowdy. Ruffian. Murderer, if you listen to your crewmates. A man meant to stay on the ground, defying fate. An adventurer, maybe. A patron of adventurers, definitely.
2-Hits!
I am the air I breathe. 481 words
I am the air I breathe. A mantra that she hisses through bared teeth, sucked in through air that is hot with ozone. Air that no man should breathe, and yet she has spent every moment of her pathetic so-called life sucking in, as if a respirator gave out and she had no other choice.Oxygen tinted with smog that erupts from her metal-flesh, choking out the life from within. Of course Firefly was dying, tainted. She was never afforded the chance to be clean.Glamoth was nothing but burning ash, a bad memory from a fitless dream. The kind that left wakes you up at night in a cold sweat, struggling to remember what you were so afraid of. Historians hum and haw over what could have happened to the great Empress Titania, pontificating for no one but themselves in history books and lecture halls where few ever have the privilege to sit.Like the River Styx, her River of Death weaves through this galaxy, the one remnant of the mythic empire and its Iron Cavalry. It doesn't matter what happened to Glamoth. Glamoth is gone. Soon enough what became of Glamoth will become of you. Glamoth was meant to burn brightly, a flash in the night that delights momentarily, then forgotten as it comes and goes. Like fireflies, Glamoth and you both.Each player was given a script, lines meant only for them and them alone, recited independently, awaiting a response. There is no true soliloquy. Every monologue is, in fact, a conversation. The one who speaks. The one who listens. The one who writes. The one who reads. For you, the playwright intends three deaths.
You are not afraid. Maybe of the pain, but it is nothing you do not live with. I am the air I breathe. It isn’t a comforting thought in your ending days.Looking out from the Radiant Feldspar’s hull, you hear a cacophony of panic arise from the guests on the ship. One hundred miniature dolls, no, bombs sprinkled throughout, meant to cause the demise of passenger-captives in one stunning array of glitz. The doll in your hand feels so inconsequential, yet you know it to cause ruin if left unattended. If you’re going to go out, let it be dazzling at least.She looks wonderful this evening, grey hair and a lazy smile. She looks the same as she always does.You sigh. There is only one answer, sure as each breath you take.I am the air I breathe are the words last thought as the mask comes over your face and boosters kick into overdrive. I am the air I breathe is the phrase last known as you jettison upwards, upwards into the sky, then away from the fireworks as they fill the air. I am the air I breathe. I am the air I breathe. I am.I am.
3-Hit Combo!!
Poetry Portfolio
NAME OF PIECE 123 words
Content Warnings Go Here!
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