Alexander: this is my 6778765 cup of coffee with Red Bull, and I’m a political science major, and I never sleep. The chances of me cheating on you or being a pretentious obnoxious asshole in this fic is 600%. Don’t worry this fic is a foes to lovers and you’ll love me soon.
John: I’m (I like turtles) so (I like turtles) quirky (I like turtles) and (I like turtles) lovable. I’m also an art major, run your fingers through my curly locks and look into my hazel eyes. Me simply being here will cause a riot for fans who live and breathe to think I’m gay. Did I mention that I LIKE TURTLES? HERES A TURTLE THAT I BOUGHT FOR YOU AS A PET.
Lafayette: mon amor, mon amie, and that’s basically it. I’m basically the most romantic person here, and I’m pretty sure you only think this because I’m French.
Hercules: I’M BIG but so fragile inside. Throughout the course of this fic I will 89% beat up some asshole who broke your heart or physically abused you, and 100% make you a dress just because it was mentioned ONCE that I was a tailor.
So I was just rereading a novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo a couple of years back, trying to break it down into a working structure and then, y’know, fill that structure out until it’s a book and not a lot of frazzled writing.
And I found this:
Okay, fuck you, novel. You’re getting written even if I have to shit THROUGH MY FINGERS ONTO THE KEYBOARD WHICH WILL THEN TRANSMUTE THE SHIT TO MAGIC WORD PICTURES. YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME??? SPOILERS: YOU CANNOT. BECAUSE I AM A BADASS WRITER GODDESS WITH A FUCKING MACHETE. (Note to self: buy a machete.)
That, right there, is all you need to know about my writing process.
Oh my gosh. Oh, my goodness. How do I even answer this? Um, there are so many great Diego time periods to choose from, and I have so many favorites. Obviously, I love his current era. Who doesn’t, right?
I think, even though I wasn’t aware of him then, I am in love with his twink phase. Just oof.
No! No, no, no, anything from this era:
When he has this long, beautiful hair that I just want to run my fingers through. He’s my Tenoch aged up. He’s beautiful.