send me a character name and i’ll tell you three things i have in common with them and three things i don’t
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Ohhh, this’ll be fun.
3 Things I have in common w/ Vergil:
(*cough* power-hungry husbando *cough)
1.Sassy As Fuck.
The man is the King of Sass, Lord of Salt and of course the Prince of Resting-Bitch-Face (his royal bitch-face). Pretty sure he’s at least 75% of said salt; second to that of the dead sea, much like yours truly. No one can tell me otherwise.That is all.
2. Sibling Issues.
Much like how Vergil and Dante generally don’t get along with one another unless united by some kind of goal, my brother and I are typically at each other’s throats….Well okay, maybe not that far all the time, but it’s basically border line of that. Mostly filled with cutting banter before one of us has to be restrained in some kind of way from beating the ever living snot out of the other. Fortunately for my dumbass of a younger brother’s sake, I know how to maintain composure…
Though, again, despite whatever issues we have, once in a blue moon or so, we’ll still manage to pull off some good between us.
3. A drive for power/perfection.
(-__-) Okay, but as if this wasn’t going to be on here??? Like…Hold on…Now where did I put that–??
Ahhhh, there we go, that’s better.
So yeah, much like with Vergil’s strive and hunger for power, in a way, I have my own kind of strive similar to that involving the want and borderline need to be stronger and one obtain at least some level of perfection. Getting deeper into this, part of the reason why I’ve always been so fond of this power-hungry lil half-devil shit is because, oddly enough, over the years, I’ve found myself identifying with him more and more. While Vergil strives to become stronger, even now, I’ve always felt as though I’m not good enough, that I’m too weak or pathetic and need to become stronger if I’m ever going to get anywhere or become anyone or anything in my life. In a way, much like with Vergil, I find myself using this as something to keep me going, to give my life meaning and value; a purpose of sorts. And without it, without that strive to keep me going…A part of me just gets this idea of ‘What’s the point in going on when there’s nothing to keep you going on in the first place???”
While Vergil’s obsession over power may stem from having lost his mother at a young age and feeling guilty for not being strong enough to protect her, I feel like if I’m not constantly pushing myself to become stronger and more perfect in some way, then I have no value or purpose. Of course, I’ve learned by now that’s mostly just the insecurity, self-loathing, anxiety and depression all talking, but you get my point.
3 Things I don’t have in common with Vergil (*cough* the prettiest prince of darkness *cough*):
1. Being Fab as Fuck. (<—I literally dubbed him the ‘Overlord of Fab,’ callback post eeeyyyy what else did you expect from me???)
The man is fab as fuck. I am anything a living personified trashcan/part time potato in a dark blue hoodie, who hasn’t got a decent night’s sleep in god knows how long and instead spends ungodly hours fangirling over said man. Need I say more?
2. Being a half-demon/cambion.
If this one also wasn’t fucking obvious then idek. I wish I was, but sadly such is not the case ;( (which is fucking bullshit, but okay)
3. Dead parents.
Yup.
The title speaks for itself, folks.
While fortunately mine are alive and well at the moment, with how they’ve been acting recently I’ve been wishing otherwise a lil more and more, but then I’d be living on the streets, if not end up living with my even more conservative relatives for some time, so yeah…I’ll take what I can get until I can manage my on own.
And thus concludes this weeks dosage of Spade’s Unholy Fangirling. Stay tuned to see what other unholy fangirling hell demons I might just summon when given the opportunity.
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