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I refuse to stop liking this anime. hunterchan
When is your destiny to be possed by a vengeful spirit, does it really matter if you're dammed to Hell?
Mephisto : hum....weird...fujimoto's clothes are more comfortable than mine...cool😁
Me : ohh you are cute with his clothes....😍
Mephisto : oh....thank..😶
Me: wait...you just blushed?!
Mephisto : Whatt no......
Has anyone ever thought that Marvel’s entire mission with the tv shows was to mislead and surprise the entire fandom?
Wandavision: We thought there was going to be Mephisto, but there was no Mephisto (not to mention the whole Ralph Boner thing).
FATWS: We thought Torres was going to be the new falcon, but SURPRISE BITCH Sam Wilson is the best of both worlds. They even had Torres get the broken falcon wings to confuse us!
Loki: Is the variant going to be Lady Loki or Sylvie the Enchantress? SURPRISE AGAIN, it’s BOTH!
Not to mention there’s so many theories of how the last episodes of Loki are going to go, there’s no telling which ones if any are right.
Congratulations Marvel, you’ve succeeded.
It’s the devil puppet.
He is stronger than most people think.
part 2 of lads bot shinanigans
continued from this post on my other blog
Mephisto and MC always being at each other’s throats is one of the best things ever
Corvid Coeducation
Pairing: Sylus x MC (implied) Rating: G Tags: drabble, crack, fluff, humor, mc as a teacher, third person, 3rd person, painting, playful fighting Summary: MC teaches Mephisto how to paint. Loosely inspired by this image (I know it's a raven in the photo not a crow but it gave me inspo all the same♥). Word Count: ~500
“What are you doing?”
The girl doesn’t look up from the crow she’s currently giving careful instructions to. A small easel meant for a toddler or a small child was set up in Sylus’s bedroom, and a large old towel lay underneath it so paint didn’t stain the floor.
“I'm teaching Mephisto how to paint.”
Sylus sounds amused. “Do you know how to paint?”
“I'll have you know I'm good friends with a…“ Maybe she shouldn’t bring up Rafayel here, but was too late and Sylus latches onto her hesitance.
“With a what, kitten?” A different face came to mind and she was quick to offer Thomas up without hesitating. “...art curator.” she said quickly, busying herself with helping Mephisto dip his paint brush again. “So that’s a no.” Sylus sounded skeptical and his words dripped with disbelief and disappointment.
She ignores him.
“Yeah! so I know how to paint–kind of.” She grumbles, before directing the unruly crow back to canvas. Sylus allows the little white lie, a slight smirk playing on his lips. She was getting better at this kind of game, clumsy as she still was at it. He should reward her for that. He crouches next to her, far too close, enjoying the way she fidgeted nervously at his proximity. They both watched as the crow attempted to make a masterful stroke, but all that came of it was a splotchy red blotch instead.
“Remarkable job. Perhaps I should take lessons from Miss, too.” Sylus comments dryly. The girl shoves at him and they get into a tussle, the painting session forgotten while they grapple. She doesn’t play fair and manages to smudge Sylus’s face with a streak of red paint, her expression momentarily triumphant before he grabs her wrist and jerks her close. The tension is palpable in the air, heavy with anticipation. Sylus leans in, his trembling lips hovering above her own, but is startled by the sudden interruption of an angrily squawking Mephisto from behind him.
He pulls back with a wry smile, admiring how disheveled and flushed the girl looked. His voice is a little rough when he speaks and he clears his throat softly. “Mephisto says we are ruining his creative process.” She can only nod and Sylus crosses his legs in front of the tiny easel meant for a child, tucking her into his lap before she can protest. His hand reaches out to take the brush from the crow, who obediently hops over to offer it.
“You’re putting too much paint on the brush,” Sylus murmured gently, removing some paint with a towel until only a thin layer remained on the tip. “Like this, see?” His breath flutters next to her ear and she struggles to focus on his instruction. “It will help him control the brush better if it’s not so weighed down with paint.”
He angles the brush between Mephisto’s beak and watches as the crow hops back to the canvas, his strokes more dramatically effective this time. For a while, the process repeats and the girl is content to sit in Sylus’s lap, their co-education producing a fine painting in the end.
Sylus holds it out, admiring it with the critically trained eye of a collector. “I’ll hang it in the hall where guests can see it.”
The girl can’t bring herself to tease him about it, but she swore Sylus oddly looked like a proud papa.
So in the 1960 movie adaptation of Goethe’s play “Faust”, they chose to give the devil Mephistopheles a very different look than how he’s usually portrayed.
Here are a few images of what Mephisto is usually shown as looking like:
so just your very average looking devil/demon figure with a hat, you know?
But here’s what Mephisto looked like in the 1960 version:
I can’t describe how much I love this
Author’s Note: As you have notice the blog had kind of been in a slumber mode since summer. The blog is still around the mod is in her senior year on animation. A post or two might drop, but it’s unlikely till graduation film is finished. I love you all for the continued reblogs, likes and follows! Please have this silly old thing and have a splendid day!
which person of ur otp furiously does push-ups while the other sits on their back and reads a magazine