Hello. It's me. (Summa-Awilum, I mean.)

it's summa-awilum, take two. i also go by "gooseberry" on ao3 and dreamwidth. i read ancient languages and cry over video games. sometimes i write fanfics.

[enki2]

[deadpowol]

[alwaystiredshark]

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[cassolotl]

UK petition: Maximum working temperature

UK work guidance has a minimum safe temperature for employees at work, but not a maximum one.

Click here to sign a petition to get the UK Health and Safety Executive to implement a maximum safe working temperature.

[frenchkey]

Here's the link to the official UK government petition. You can only sign if you are a UK resident or a British citizen, but if it gets enough signatures, it's required to be heard.

SIGN BOTH!!!

It's quick and easy and could save a life. My office reached 31 Celsius today. It was not the hottest office in the building. We do not have any fans for electrical safety reasons. There was an emergency ice pops run at lunch, which sounds funny but we were genuinely concerned our pregnant colleague was approaching heatstroke and the official guidance is to 'open a window'. Heat kills! Outdoor and manual jobs have it even worse right now too. I know I'm lucky to be able to be sitting down with free access to water during this!

[llagerstatte]

Fic: Damage Like This (FFXII, Balthier & Fran)

A gift for ridorana for the whump exchange!

Fran passes out in Balthier's arms, so he places her down where the floor is still solid and walls still standing and gently presses a phoenix down to her chest until the shaft snaps. She wakes as it burns up, dragging herself to her feet as the Bahamut judders and dies around them, and they make it perhaps thirty more seconds down the hall before the floor drops from beneath them.

Balthier has a horrifying moment of slipping, animal panic sending his arms outflung, fingers like claws on the walls, the thin air—he falls, and falls—then pain across his ankles, legs as they buckle, shoulder and head as it smacks into something hard—the pain sharpens to agony, cutting through him, tearing the breath from him—

He blacks out.

[tierciel]

so episode ignis was pretty good and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since release 

[itssummaawilum]

fic: A Place of Greater Safety (FFXV, Ignis/Noct)

Noct is cold and wet and still—as cold and wet and still as the world around them. Ignis doesn’t know when the change occurred, when the chaos of the Niflheimar attack gave way to this silence. The order of events is growing muddled in his mind, the roles of players confused: the Tidemother, the Chancellor. Ravus.

His knees hit the stone as he crumples up, bending over Noct. He says Noct’s name again, his mouth moving against the wet fabric of Noct’s shirt. His voice must be ruined, because he can’t hear himself. No matter. He turns his head, resting his cheek in the space between Noct’s shoulder blades, and feels the rise and fall of Noct’s breathing.

His body is too broken to take Noct from here. It feels like fire has raced through his bones, has burnt his core to ashes. If he tries to lift Noct—if he tries to lift himself—he knows his body will shatter.

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Everything changes after Altissia.

A WhumpEx2026 gift for @llagerstatte, with Episode Ignis canon divergence, permanent injury, disability, emotional and physical whump, and a good helping of hurt with only temporary comfort….

[itssummaawilum]

Tagged by @victoriousscarf for a last line written challenge:

The thought—the embarrassment—of joining them, of standing beside them while his mind is looping on Ignis’s scar, is too much for him.

Tagging @llagerstatte @marmolita @egelantier and anyone else who wants to join in!

[worldformula]

have you seen him?

[willgrahamscock]

when a tv show doesn't shy away from portraying fucked up themes, and there's love in the violence and the characters are doomed and codependent and there's a power imbalance and the cycle keeps repeating and they're miserable with and without each other and also they’re gay

[nullphysics]

Various ignoct draws

[luna-azzurra]

The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.

[itssummaawilum]

fic update: Positive Conduct, Chapter 6 (FFXV, Noct/Ignis, Prompto&Noct, Prompto&Ignis)

“It was a training accident, just something stupid. I don’t know, they were fooling around, and then Ignis—” Gladio leaves the rest unsaid, and it raises more questions than it really answered, but there’s one question that rushes up and out of Prompto’s mouth faster than the rest, that feels like the lynchpin to finally understanding Noct and Ignis.

“Was Noct there?”

“Kid,” Gladio says, his leg jostling and his face gone grim again, “he was the only one there.”

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It takes about four months for Prompto and Ignis to really become friends; it’s another three months before Prompto starts to actually get him.

AO3: Chapter 1 (Prologue - August 752 ME) Chapter 2 (January 752 ME) Chapter 3 (Early February 752 ME) Chapter 4 (Late February 752 ME) Chapter 5 (Early March 752 ME) Chapter 6 (Late March 752 ME)

[trucyisright]

my mother is playing pikmin and yelling at them in the exact tone of voice she uses for me and my siblings so we go into fight or flight every time. we thought initially that this meant she regarded the pikmin as akin to her children, but I now fear she’s always viewed us as pikmin

[goldensunset]

hi your post reads like a poem to me

[segamascott]

[brawlite]

honestly sometimes there's no better feeling than rereading a fic you've written and coming out of it going, "yeah that actually this DOES slap. exactly what i wanted to read. fucking nailed it."