#obvidalous

Thank you so much for sending this! These ones are always nice to be contemplative about things to be grateful for. I hope you're doing well.

1) The way my younger son always asks for 100 hugs before bed.

2) With the heat we've been having, iced coffee or some good boba.

3) When my dog comes over to me for cuddles.

4) A good video game to veg out to.

1. Smelling the rain

2.Feeling the sun on my skin

3. seeing my friends on my dashboard

4. Strawberries

Right back at you! 

Thank you for asking friend!!

5. Which of your fics do you wish was more successful?

I wish My Worst Low did have more feedback. It's a personal story for me but I'm thankful for the kudos I got.

7. What’s your favourite piece of description or narration?

I'm not really good at description. I don't have a favourite piece of writing but I'll share this. It also have dialogue but not much:

She placed her hand on the console and she only knew the door opened when someone pushed her through.

The shuttle wasn't far from the vault but it felt like she wasn't ever going to be able to get there. With the help of her two teammates she got into the shuttle 

She sat down and pulled her gloves from her boiling hands. Her hands felt like they never hurt like this before. Like they would boil up to nothing. 

She squeezed her eyes shut and wanted to get medi-gel out to soothe the pain but the pain froze her. 

"Stars Ryder," the Angara said and it forced her to open her eyes. She didn't know how it was possible but the pain increased. "Your hands."

"Human hands are not supposed to look like that."

Ulrike didn't know anything. She couldn't say anything. Couldn't think anything. She was only aware of her pain that increased more and more. 

With the help of both her teammates they placed some medi-gel on them. For a second it stopped burning but there was no relief after that. She groaned and frowned as she was overwhelmed with nausea and dizziness. 

Her vision was getting worse and worse.

Jafre was on her omni-tool demanding medical personal to meet them there but her words only floated around them.  

"We're almost there Ryder." It was the turian if she was correct. But she couldn't be sure.

Before she responded she puked in the shuttle, emptying whatever was in her stomach. 

"She's looking worse," Jafre said. She was speaking like Ulrike wasn't there. Maybe she wasn't properly. 

Her vision only got worse and worse. The shuttle opened and instead of the fresh air welcoming, she felt like she couldn't properly breathe. 

Before her vision got completely dark she saw people barking orders. She remembered nothing after that. 

Hi - how are you? It’s so good to see you back!

3: slowburn or established relationship?

Either. Both. Sometimes depends on mood. Many times, the storytelling pulls me in whether I want to or not and all bets are off. :D

4: has a fic ever made you cry?

Also answered here.

20: what something that immediately makes you exit out of a fic?

Also answered here.

PF Reyes Vidal