#apocalyptixs

[mommabcar]

@apocalyptixs (atlas grimes)

Being at the Domus Spei for five years, it was easy to recognize new faces. As one of the nurses, she met all the newcomers for examinations. No bites or scratches & if they needed medical attention, she'd be there to assist them. Atlas had been one of the newcomers & she always felt responsible to make them feel welcomed. She remembered what it was like when she first entered, how on edge & scared she was. Especially over Hasen. She wanted nothing but safety for her only son & last child.

Aurora’s grandmother had taught her and her brothers how to make bread rolls. A recipe she had always remembered as well as many others. Sometimes she cooked for the entire group, other times she would make just Hasen’s meals because he was still picky and liked his food a certain way. This time, she was making the bread rolls for the newcomers. She started off by stopping at Atlas's door which she knocked on softly, Hasen standing next to her. "Hi Atlas," she greeted as he opened the door. "I wanted to welcome you to the community with some treats! I made you some rolls, I hope you like them."

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⸻⸻⸻ starter » closed, for santiago ( @apocalyptixs )

⸻⸻⸻ he sneak up behind santiago, wrapping arms around his waist and placing a soft kiss to the back of his neck. " hello there, handsome, " he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment and just... being here. for a moment all was quiet and peaceful, and ⸻ miguel couldn't stop thinking ' it could have been santiago. ', making him hugging a little closer to his husband. fuck accidents. " staying inside today? " he asked, the unsaid ' please, please do ' hover bewteen them.

[destructivenessembodied]

Silly Game Time: Are you a fan of the post-apocalyptic genre? If so, what's a post-apocalyptic story you really like, and why? (movie, show, book, game, etc.) (could also be blended with any other genre)

surprisingly, I am actually not. I like dystopia, but I've, or at least I can't remember off the top of my head, a post-apocalyptix work I've seen/read.

[bitehq]

@zombiebcit | Harlow Dixon & Miguel Silva & William 'Will' Grimes

@apocalyptixs | Atlas Grimes & Santiago Silva

@scnguinebite | Sasha Drake

@apocaliptyque | Sage Holloway

@thinkitswt | Candice Morales & Cecilia Barrett

@mommabcar | Aurora Elena Myranda

@apocafics | Shawn Betancourt

@lukaxxjones | Luka Jones

[thewillowtree3]

Ok 😭😭. Also, can we get any engineers in here too?

Korra Fitness Intro

Hello! I’m Sophie :) I first started working out a couple years ago after a LoK rewatch when I realized I wanted to Be Like Korra. Imagine my surprise and elation when I found an entire fitness community dedicated to that very goal! Korra’s strength, resilience, and kindness have always been an inspiration to me, and it was so important for me to find a fellow brown queer woman to look up to. Thank you @thewillowtree3 for your information and encouragement to join the movement! Thought I’d introduce myself a bit.   - I’m working out because I want to be stronger, and have more endurance for the other sports that I do. I love cosplaying and want to feel more confident in my body, especially to honor some of the amazing characters that have inspired me. Weightlifting also does wonders for battling my depression. I’m really pleased to see that Korra Fitness aims to prioritize mental as well as physical health. 

- I’m a Neuroscience and Philosophy double-major, which I’m having a lot of fun with. I really love metaphysics, and neurodegenerative disorders. 

- ‎I love martial arts and combat sports: I’ve been a fencer for nine years, done a lot of self-defense training, and recently picked up Naginata (a Japanese martial art using a polearm weapon). One day I hope to learn BJJ MMA.  

- ‎I used to be heavily involved in fandom but I just don’t have the time anymore :( My remaining passions are ATLA/LoK, Revolutionary Girl Utena, and Critical Role. I play a lot of video games too. 

- ‎D&D is my favorite thing! I love worldbuilding as a DM, and creating really fun and character-driven narratives. If you play too, I love hearing about other people’s characters! My art blog @swordsolution has a lot of my/my party’s PCs. Anyway, I can’t wait to get to know everyone, you’re all amazing and powerful people. Happy lifting! 

[xabji]

peddling AI APOCALYPTIX is essential in creating new markets for 'safe AI tech' so don't meme abt it kids👁️

[mommabcar]

@apocalyptixs ( santiago silva )

The one thing Aurora observed that was similar to pre-apocalypse hospitals, was the amount of spouses & significant others that visited their loved ones on their shifts. It made her heart twinge in pain; she constantly wondered if her husband, had he been alive, would've visited her during her shifts. If they'd laugh over cold-in-the-middle meatloaf in the break room & consider it another intimate moment. She wished that her family could all be in the Domus Spei together, but the world was now beyond cruel. It wouldn't even think about giving her what she wanted.

Santiago had been a somewhat familiar face. He'd be around to see his husband & the two occasionally engaged in small talk. This was another one of those instances. "Hello Santiago," Aurora greeted. She spotted him instantly when she walked into the room. "How are you doing today? Considering...everything going on."

[zombiebcit]

⸻⸻⸻ starter » closed, for atlas ( @apocalyptixs )

⸻⸻⸻ ' you have a new roommate ' was not what will wanted to hear after doing back to back to back shifts. with all the mess happening, everyone were so busy, pulling doubles where they could just in case. opening the doors, he at last tried to clean off his boots before coming inside. " so i heard you and i gonna be buddies⸻ " he stopped talking, taking in the person before him. they... was this... but how... will moved before he could even think of it. " atlas, " he said, voice full of pain and relief at the same time, hands moving to reach their shoulders, wanting to pull them in for a hug and never take his eyes of them again. " fuck, you are alive, kiddo, fuck. " he knew his eyes filled slightly with tears, all the emotion he was pushing down for years moving up and up and up. there was no way he would not recognize their face, even after twelve long years.

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⸻⸻⸻ starter » closed from ask, for atlas. ( @apocalyptixs ) ( tw: drugs. )

“But, man… you can’t deny that view.”

⸻⸻⸻ they took a deep breath, letting the smoke slowly make its way down down down. back supported by wall, legs crossed in ankles, sun gently warming their face ― it was nice. harlow looked at the view, their spot on the roof letting them see above the walls. the green and brown of trees, the blue-orange-pink of sky. " pretty, " they said, a small smile ghosting on their lips, smoke slowly leaving their mouth. they lazly moved their hand, giving atlas the joint kept loosly between their fingers. it wasn't often they had a chance to smoke something else than cigarette, maybe two times before, a quick there and here, behind their parent back. ( though, now that they think about it, they probably knew anyway. ) " i can't remember the last time i stopped to just... " they gestured with free hand a little. " ... look. fuck. don't really have time for that much now, huh? " they let their head tilt right, settling gently against atlas' shoulder. they were not used to calmness, to letting their guards down. there was always something, the need to keep their eyes open, fingers on gun or knife, the playing themselves down to a stupid young thing so the hit would come out of nowhere. sure, there were still kind people out there, but that kindness was always conditional and harlow wasn't always up for what was the price of it. but here, in this moment, it was calm. go figure. " so... do we dig the grave or nah? " they asked in soft, playfull voice, lifting their face a little to look at them.

[mommabcar]

"I love to bake things, so if you're ever looking for something, just let me know," she offered. All it required was her asking the scouts to pick something up if they didn't have it in the pantry. It wasn't often, but most basic things were there.

Aurora looked back at Hasen, letting him cast a vote on entering Atlas' home. The boy smiled softly & nodded before following his mother into Atlas's apartment. They both looked around, taking in the space. "Hope it didn't feel like I was forcing you," she said. "I really hope you enjoy the bread though!"

"I mean..." It wasn't as if Atlas could argue that fact - it had been quite a while since they'd had anything homemade, unless you counted meat cooked over a flame. Atlas never would have pictured themselves much of a hunter when they were young. But times had certainly changed. So they sort of just held out their hands in something of a gesture of agreement, accepting what she was offering. "Thanks."

At the mention of coming inside Atlas realized they'd probably been rude not to extend the offer in the first place. They hadn't had a place that was considered 'theirs' in forever, or been around people who waited to be invited into it, at least. "It's hardly my place, but you can do as you like, if you wanna come in."

[mommabcar]

Aurora let out a small laugh and shrugged. Head turning to glance down at the floor. "I can only hope that he'll change his mind," she said softly. She let out a sigh and glanced back at the door, down the hallway that lead to Heather. If Hasen went through half of what the group had gone through, she wouldn't be able to handle it. So much had already happened to him. She hated to think it could be something more.

"Why do you do it?" She asked, looking up at him. "I mean, maybe you can talk to him...Help him make a decision."

They had all lived in this world long enough to have some sense of what was out beyond those walls. It was true that some of them were fortunate to have been in the Domus Spei long enough to start shaking those memories from their every day minds, letting dust settle and grow upon them like old books shelved for hopefully the rest of their lives. Santiago had made a decision to join the hunters because despite his aversion to being out there, he knew how to protect their home. But the years had added weight to his shoulders, stress on his joints. He wasn't old by any means, but he was older. And things that had once been easy weren't quite as easy anymore.

"They are important roles," Santiago says, "it sounds as if he wishes to have something concrete to do that will support the community." Wasn't that the same reason Santiago had made his own choices? "Perhaps he would be safer, staying inside the walls. But sometimes safer isn't always better. Or maybe he just doesn't know what he wants, yet. Perhaps tomorrow he'll wish to become a painter and help beautify our little town."

[mommabcar]

Hasen nodded in understanding. For a kid born only twelve years ago, in a world like this, he had good manners. With his loss & what he had seen, he was kind. Aurora made sure to raise him so but also ensured that he would be strong & brave. He couldn't afford to be scared in a world like this; not like his mother was. She was proud of him. But she missed her daughters. What would they be like? What could she teach them? "I'm sure it's been a minute since you've had fresh bread," the woman joked. She handed it over to him. "You don't have to let us in, but please...take it. If you need butter, jam, or jelly, I have some. And know where to get some," she offered.

Atlas was mostly skeptical of strangers, for plenty of good reason. There had been times when they'd put their faith in others and had been proven wrong for it. There were times when they'd double crossed others, they were somewhat ashamed to admit. This world made people do things they probably never would've dreamed of doing in the old world. So receiving a gift from a stranger...they couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about it. Resources were meager and handouts weren't exactly common place.

"Ah - we can stick with Atlas," they remark, though it's delivered with a soft smile towards the little boy. Damn, he couldn't be much older than ten, eleven, twelve? Atlas still struggled to think of what kids born in this world thought, how it would shape them differently than the rest of them. "Though it seems maybe you already knew that." This their eyes shift back towards Aurora, nodding to her introduction as well. "Yeah it's uh...been a minute since I last had a 'neighbor.'"

[mommabcar]

Aurora smiled softly at him. She was glad he was well, but wondered...it didn't matter. They were acquaintances at best, over the years exchanging some words but not many to consider him close enough for her to press on or get the truth. "He's doing alright." She avoided the question about herself because she didn't know how to answer. She was scared & saddened. Scared for Natalia & Darrel. Saddened by the loss of Garrett. She didn't know him well but Hasen did more. And what in the hell was the helicopter?

"He really wants to be part of the militia or the hunters," she started with a shake of her head. "I don't disapprove but ," Aurora looked through the door leading to the hallway, wondering where Natalia was. "When you all come back like this. I couldn't handle it if he was," she admitted in a mumble.

It was perhaps a little insensitive to the situation, but Santiago was admittedly relieved when this whole ordeal put at least a bit of a hold on further hunting and militia ventures beyond the walls. There was a little bit of breathing room introduced, even if it was only temporary. Time to grieve Garrett. Time to hope for fast recoveries for Darrell and Natalia. Time to reassess.

But if he was given a choice on how he wanted to spend his time, it would almost always naturally revolve around Miguel. And Miguel was not off duty. So he had made his way over to the infirmary, as a supportive husband would. Not at all because he needed a simple reminder that Miguel was still there with him. Plus, maybe he could get a word in with Natalia, even if she was persisting up until now about keeping to herself...

He encountered Aurora first and gave her a smile in return to her greeting. "Hello, Aurora. I'm...well, all things considered." Because it could've been him, couldn't it? It was a thought that had crossed his mind on more than one occasion, but he often tried to chase it away. "What about yourself? And how is Hasen holding up?"

[mommabcar]

Aurora could read the confusion & somewhat surprise on their face. But she wouldn't judge & simply understood where they were coming from. She offered them a small smile and a nod. "I did!" She beamed. "Think of it was a welcome to the--" she paused and looked behind her, trying to see how to describe & welcome someone to the Domus Spei. "neighborhood," she settled on. She turned to Hasen and nodded her head towards Atlas, hinting for the boy to speak. "Hi," he started with a wave. "I'm Hasen. Nice to meet you, sir." Aurora turned back to Atlas. "I'm Aurora. Hasen is my son. I think we're neighbors?" It was meant to somewhat be a joke if they were neighbors. In this sense, everyone was neighbors with each other.

Atlas had been debating, ever since arriving to the safe haven and discovering that Will Grimes was a resident, if choosing to move in with Will was the right choice. They felt like they were tiptoeing around him, trying to figure out where they fit in the picture - if they did at all at this point. Yeah, they were family, father and child. It made sense, in almost all ways. Except the fact that they were also, in essence, complete strangers now.

But beyond that, the whole living in a house situation still felt strange. It had been years since Atlas had felt safe within the walls of a house, not on constant alert for strangers that could approach at any moment. Let alone someone calmly knocking on the door as if they were living back in a normal neighborhood in a normal lifetime again.

"Uh, hi," Atlas greeted the woman standing on the doorstep, feeling slightly at a loss for the fact that she clearly knew who they were and they had no clue who she was. But hey, free food was free food - and there had been plenty of nights where Atlas's stomach had been rumbling wishing for something like this to fill the empty spaces. "You made these? For me? That's...unexpected."