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hub-4-hyperfixations · 2 years

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The Best VILLAINOUS FRIENDSHIPS, part 3

[in western animation]

1. Pinky & the Brain [Animaniacs and Pinky and the Brain]

Pinky obviously cares a lot about Brain, viewing him as a true friend. Brain often gets annoyed with Pinky and harms him, but despite this, he does in fact care about him. When Pinky sold his soul to get Brain the world in "A Pinky And The Brain Halloween", Brain rescued him because he missed him and ruling the world was no fun without him. In the Christmas episode, Brain tears up when he finds out that Pinky wrote a letter to Santa asking for Brain to be given more respect.

2. Mister Smarty Smarts & Octocat [Spliced]

Mister Smarty Smarts and his minion Octocat are often annoyed and frustrated by each other, but they're there for each other when it counts, as shown in the ending of "Octocataclysm".

3. HIM & Mojo Jojo [The Powerpuff Girls]

It's easy to see how the villains get along with each other, since Mojo Jojo is Affably Evil, HIM is soft-spoken, and all that. This goes to the point where they're seen discussing Even Evil Has Standards together, being willing to stand together when they think that even villains like themselves had enough, and even opened a Beatles-themed band with each other.

4. Almighty Tallest Red & Almighty Tallest Purple [Invader Zim]

The Almighty Tallest are co-rulers who both function as The Caligula and enjoy every minute of it. They often bicker but seem very close, joking around about ways to hurt Zim and their mutual love of junk food.

5. Drakken & Shego [Kim Possible]

They have a very complicated version of this. Although Shego is technically a mercenary hired by Drakken to act as his Number Two, their relationship is less boss and minion and more Psychopathic Manchild and snarky nanny. Drakken is rather incompetent at everything except creating mad-science gadgets, and relies on Shego for things like opening a pickle jar.

Shego gets annoyed with her boss's idiocy and is prone to snarking at and insulting Drakken despite him being her employer, and isn't afraid to harm him, likely because she knows he needs her and won't fire her. Drakken himself is not above mind controlling Shego or replacing her with another sidekick. Despite all of their hurdles however, they continue to work together, and they have shown care for each other.

The two have saved each other on several occasions, and Drakken has stated that he considers Shego part of his "evil family". Whenever Shego is replaced, she feels jealous. Drakken has shown that he can be a Benevolent Boss at times, even paying for Shegos hotel during her Christmas vacation.

6. Bebop & Rocksteady [Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1987)]

Whenever they are not doing work for the Shredder, they pass the time reading comics, watching cartoons, and playing video games together. They sometimes get along better than the turtles.

7. Wolfgang & Ludwig [Hey Arnold!]

Though they started off as enemies, "New Bully On the Block" ends with Wolfgang and Ludwig becoming friends with each other and bullying the fourth graders together.

8. Glowface & Lorenzo [The X's]

Glowface has a genuine friendship with his butler Lorenzo Suave. At the end of one episode, Glowface apologizes to Lorenzo for mistreating him earlier, and they share a touching moment.

#pinky and the brain #animaniacs #spliced #the powerpuff girls #invader zim #kim possible #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 1987 #hey arnold #the x's #villain friendship

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nerddface · 6 years

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A Hobby

Characters: Federico Auditore, female!reader, Easy-O

Warnings: None

Notes: This one is a bit messy, I think, but maybe that's me overanalyzing everything.

Marble two of three :)

Based off of this (or these): (x)

Word Count: 844

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“You really needn’t come with me, Federico.”

The Italian at her side snorted and hefted her shopping basket higher on his forearm. “Nonsense. It is my pleasure.”

The Saturday market was bustling, as always. Every weekend, there were twice as many vendors as usual, as everyone from the countryside made their way to the nearest town for Mass Sunday. The innkeepers pockets would be well-lined tonight, and come Sunday evening, everyone who could afford it would be eating well with fresh produce from across the region.

Y/N was here mostly for more paper and ink, and some fruit and fabric her mother requested.

“In any case, we should start somewhat on one end and work our way to the other, I think.”

“Agreed. Did you have any particular list in mind?”

She thought about it, and raked her eyes across the crowd, searching for a slow stall that would get her in and out quickly. She’d likely have to wait for fruit, but ink was usually-- and something made her pause. The minstrel beside one of the trees looked awfully familiar. Federico noticed something almost at the same time, and began to pull her in his direction, crossing parallel to the familiar man. She peered at the man a moment longer, watching sunlight patch across his face, and as he turned towards her fully in pursuit of a pretty girl passing by him, her heart stumbled over a beat.

“Is that... Ezio?”

Federico halted, and turned in the direction she was looking.

“Di dio, Y/N, I think it is.”

Y/N wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry for the boy. He had a feathered cap pulled across his forehead, and had exchanged his usual dark velvet for a slitted yellow tunic. Federico was silent beside her after his last comment, and she turned her head from the disaster across the square to see him.

His mouth was turned up softly, but his eyes glittered something fierce in the morning sun, and the look he gave her when he met her gaze dropped a heavy stone to the pit of her stomach. “Oh, no. Whatever you’re thinking, no.”

“Venire, amica. It is only a bit of fun between brothers.”

She curled her arm around his bicep and attempted to tug him in the opposite direction, but he held fast. “No, it’s fun between Federico and Federico. Your brother doesn’t-- Federico!”

She wasn’t sure when he had stopped listening to her, but he pulled his arm and strode briskly towards Ezio, dragging Y/N with him. The blonde who had caught Ezio’s interest was giggling as she walked past, catching Ezio’s suave wink.

“Buon pomeriggio, messere,” Federico greeted his younger brother, and Ezio played along with a broad grin, seemingly content to leave the woman for now.

“A song for the lovely couple?” he shot Y/N a wink, and she choked on her breath, her cheeks flushed.

“On the contrary, I am searching for a talented artist to play at a supper in the coming days.” His shit-eating grin had yet to fade, and Ezio had yet to notice, but as soon as he realized what his brother was implying, her dropped the act.

“Federico, you don't mean to say you want me to attend Lorenzo di Medici.”

Federico, however, apparently had no plans to stop. “Ah, but amico, the lady here was quite enjoying your music. She has insisted I employ you.”

Ezio looked to her, and she shrugged and shook her head hopelessly.

“You would not disappoint such a beautiful woman, would you, signore?”

Indignance sparked in Ezio’s eyes. “Of course not. Non ti preoccupare, madonna mia, I will be there. When and where do you need me?”

“Friday eve, dusk, at the Palazzo Auditore.”

Ezio flashed her a grin reminiscent of one she saw far too often in his older brother and bowed sweepingly to the both of them. “Arrivederci for now, signore, signora. I must excuse myself to rehearse. Such an opportunity!”

He shot Federico a sharp glare, lasting only half.a moment, before turning on his heel and walking off. Y/N watched him disappear into an alley. “Are you actually going to make him play?”

Federico hummed short laughter. “Of course not. Father hired a lutist last week. You know he likes to be prepared.”

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, pressing a hand to her chest. “Thank God for that. I would fear your father would lose a client.”

Her companion’s smile escalated into a laugh. “It will be amusing to watch him over the coming days.”

Y/N looked down at her still very light basket, and thought how her mother would react to her returning empty-handed.

“It will certainly be amusing to watch how my mother tears you apart after learning your antics were the reason I come home with the last picks of the market.”

Federico paled, and steered her back towards the stalls. “Ohh, that is something I do not want to see. Come, we can finish in no time.”

#federico auditore #federico x reader #federico auditore x reader #ac fanfic

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hunterartemis · 7 years

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Confessions (Frank Castle X Reader)

We lay on our bed, sweaty and basking under the post-coital glow. I looked at Frank and he looked at me, and we giggled like five year old, nuzzling into each other’s body: our laughs muted and harmonized in the same tune.

A moment of fruitful pause passed, as we shyly looked at each other like teenagers in crush, while the other moment we goofily grinned at each other as if we knew each other for years: the lust in his eyes was overlapping with his love and adoration and it made me crazy.

‘How do you do that?‘ I asked, pulling the sheet up on my chest.

‘Do what?‘ he leaned on his side, with his chest exposed, glistening with sweat which only accentuated his chest.

‘pull off that... rugged charm suave!‘ I pouted and he pulled me closer.

‘hey Frank...‘ I ran my hands over his chest and looked up at him, ‘wanna play a game?‘

‘If it’s gonna be who’s laughing first while getting tickled I ain’t gonna be a part o’that shit...‘ He smiled and pinched my nose in an affectionate way.’No... not that! It’s a different kinda game. It’s called ten questions. You get to ask me ten, I get to ask you ten.‘ I said and looked at him.

He paused and froze for a second, his smile vanished, and I could feel his muscle tensing up, for him... this could go anywhere. I was terribly scared, perhaps I was going to the landmine zone, ‘It’s okay, if you don’t wanna play... we can just have round two?’

‘No.. it’s okay, I don’t mind.‘ He shot up straight and sat up on our bed and made me do the same, ‘it would be like the good ol’ Sundays back in the days.‘

I nervously breathed it in and started to giggle madly as I was making him thorough with the rules and played ‘rock-paper-scissors’ to decide the first one to ask the questions, after drawing the same thing for about five times, My paper won over his rock.

‘Okay... since there is no need to tell me your name, tell me about your childhood in a few expressions‘ I asked in a mock business-like manner, to which the big bad Punisher joined me.

‘Ladies and gentlemen o’the jury, I am Francis Castle, I was born and raised in Queens by a housewife mother named and a father who worked in NYPD, I am a high school graduate. My old man died when I was sixteen and therefore, to provide for my family, I joined the USMC.‘ before he could finish, I broke out laughing, to which he didn’t quite settled ‘what’s so funny?’

‘You have a pompous-ass name for a vigilante warlord “Francis”...‘ I pronounced his name with a fake British accents while gathering one of my lock over my lips ‘all you need is a monocle!!!‘

He looked at me with a quizzical expression and said ‘ya know, I could be way classier than I lead you on kid! It’s you now, shoot’, I told him what I was and how I handled this far.

‘Okay, next question: what is the strangest, most unpredictable thing about you that will shock the world?‘ I asked, and boy was I wrong about how the surprised will stop after the ‘Francis‘ bomb.

‘My real name is not Francis Castle--‘

‘Frank, I think you’re missing the point of ten questions, I did not ask to ten ways to troll your girlfriend--‘

‘My real name is Fra-‘

‘Francesca?‘ I snorted and he affectionately slapped my thigh, and answered ‘no... Francis Louis Mario Lorenzo Castiglione. I am Italian-American and was studying to be a Catholic priest, which didn’t set well with me, and you know why.‘

I was completely silent, and looked at him with gaped mouth while he enjoyed my expressions and smugly winked, ‘guess Francesca just got owned... not sure if I will get the same with yours kid.’

‘Well Frank, I am proud to tell you that...‘ I huffed and looked at him exasperatedly ‘I wish my life was as exciting as yours.‘

‘C’mon kid, there’s gotta be somethin’‘ Frank gave me a mischievous smile, ‘like that one time you was found in the’ and he dived in to tickle the hell out of me to a point where I finally confessed. ‘okay, okay... I was found in the bushes during the field trip, masturbating to my really hot, Shakespeare expert English teacher, by the English teacher in person’ I huffed, laughing, tickled, slightly embarrassed-- not because I verbally said it out to Frank, but the fact, he knew about that before I told him. ‘But how the hell you guessed it?’

‘Sweetheart... I know how to know things... next question.‘ Frank was now killing the game, in my opinion, and I was half-hearted to stop the game immediately and smacking myself how wrong I was to think that he was anxious about the game.

‘whom would you identify with the most before you became a Punisher: Fuckboy or Nerdy Virgin?‘ I do think that I got him now. But being Frank, he was all cool, ‘I would say, that I pretended to be a fuckboy so that nobody would guess I was a nerdy virgin who was studying to be a priest... which would be the rudest fucking surprise to all the concerned... what about you?‘

‘Don’t mock me now Francis... ‘ I slumped my shoulder, ‘my status, until few hours ago was Nerdy Virgin.‘

‘Right you are sweetheart... choose the next one carefully.‘ he smirked mischievously, oh I will Francesca, I will.

‘Okay... what is the most embarrassing story of your life?‘ I laughed while asking it, because Frank cannot return that to me because I got it when he answered the fourth question, and I was enjoying the hell out of it when I got Frank gaping and tilting his head in the most ‘Frank-like‘ manner.

‘It’s a long story now kid, I dunno if--‘

‘If you don’t answer you don’t get to kiss me all week.‘ I played along.

‘You’re evil... alright‘ he huffed, ‘it happened in the Marines...in the Military Ball when i was dancing with the Colonel’s daughter and I suddenly stepped on ‘er dress and the shit got ripped from the waist. got ma’self tangled in all o’er it and wors’ o’all... her boobs o’ma face, in front of my seniors and... ‘

‘And?‘ i asked.

‘That’s it... end of the story... I handed ma ass t’ya. Next?‘ he smiled, and I thought I should have mercy on him, I can’t stand him getting all embarrassed: it doesn’t suit him--he should be fearless and bold. This time I hold his hands ‘what is the most favorite moment of you with her?‘

Frank’s embarrassed smile got replaced with a nostalgic silence, his dark eyes glinted with the ghosts of his past and I almost got teary when he spoke, ‘ya’ know that one time, when we were newly married-- she was already with the child an’ all round and squishy. There was--there was’ he flayed his tall fingers in a way that he was already afraid that the memories will fade ‘there was a--a myrtle tree under which she sat, because she was all beat with the baby shoppin’ and suddenly she asked me to--to put the flowers on her head, it’s like “Frank, how will they look on me, will they be good” and boy, she looked like a potbelly fairy princess with all the pretty flowers in ‘er head-- I kissed her, and by god and I got my heart broke into pieces with the pretty little smile o’her.’ he ended with a sniffle and looked at me, while I was a hot mess, with tears running down my face, before he could say anything, I hugged him and kissed his temple tenderly.

‘I think we are done with the game?’ he tried to smile from what I guessed from his voice, while I rose from his shoulder and cupped his face in my hand ‘I must have saved a country in the past, for being here with you now... and I have no idea why... why of all bad people you-you should have the worst fate in the world--’

His big, calloused finger tapped over my relatively tiny lips and hushed me softly. I was a hot mess of tears and emotions as his big thumb caressed my tears away and looks down at me with affection.

‘Sweetheart, you are sitting on my lap, buck ass naked, oozin’ a world worth of love and sweetness that would give me diabetes. Trust me, I am not the one whose fate is the worst‘ he tucked one of my hair behind my ears and shook my chin ‘I think the worst fate award goes to every person about to be shot by me, and the douchbags who rejected you.‘

#Frank Castle Imagines #frank castle trash #jon bernthal #fangirling #Shakespeare referances

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jackedspicer · 7 years

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ive become the alex jones of this damn site im sitting over here at my infowars desk hollering MR X IS NOT TRUMAN'S REAL FATHER! WE HAVE THE FACTS RIGHT HERE, PEOPLE, LORENZO SUAVE AND MRS X MET UP AT, YOURE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS BUT THEY MET UP AT POPULAR BAR LOCATION "THE CUCK SHACK", WEVE BEEN LIED TO ALL ALONG AND ITS ALL BY DESIGN, ITS QHAT THE GLOBALISTS WANT..... im cursed with knowlefge...*has a mental breakdown live in front of every follower*

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nerddface-has-moved · 7 years