I try to write when my motivation allows for it. I write for Top Gun, Marvel, am dabbling into Stranger Things, and l may branch out into other fandoms if I get the want and/or inspiration for that. If I write x readers, I also write primarily afab!readers as that's what I'm most familiar/comfortable with. And I always try for reader inclusivity.
This blog is 18+. A fair deal of my fics either have smut implications or actual smut and while I understand this is a website on the internet, I will end up blocking any minors I see interacting with my NSFW posts as it makes me uncomfortable as an adult.
As for fics relating to Stranger Things. Given that half of the main cast are minors, for said characters there will never be NSFW fics of them within the timeline of the show. They will always be post Epilogue of Season 5 if I ever decide to make NSFW fics of those characters.
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but the second a character shows signs of mental illness that aren't romanticized by the media they're suddenly 'poorly written' with 'bad development'
important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are
Not a scholar at first, but the guy who wrote Jaws hated that people used it to justify hating sharks so much he dedicated the rest of his life to shark research and advocacy.
(afaik- the woman who popularized gender reveals did so because she had a long history of miscarriages. The reveal was a celebration of the fact that one of her pregnancies had gotten far enough that there WAS a physical sex to reveal. It was never intended to be like... *gestures at modern gender reveals* all that. That same kid later came out as trans and yes, the family had a second gender reveal for that lol.)
L. David Mech, who popularised the idea that there were 'alpha' and 'beta' wolves in his 1970 book The Wolf, has spent the rest of his career trying to debunk this. (The original studies were done on captive wolves, and thus didn't simulate an accurate model of wolf pack dynamics.)
The idea that wolf packs are led by a merciless dictator, or alpha wolf, comes from old studies of captive wolves. In the wild, wolf packs a
In the wild, researchers have found that most wolf packs are simply families, led by a breeding pair, and bloody duels for supremacy are rare.
“What would be the value of calling a human father the alpha male?” says L. David Mech, a senior research scientist at the U.S. Geological Survey, who has studied wolf packs in the wild for decades. “He’s just the father of the family. And that’s exactly the way it is with wolves.”
Hopper: grumbles, but can’t really do anything about it since he’s technically an adult now
moves to Will’s room
Door: open exactly three inches
Hopper: narrows eyes. pushes it open slightly
Will and Mike: on the bed. Will tucked into Mike’s arms, sketchbook balanced on his knees. They’re definitely a little too close for Hopper’s comfort, but objectively harmless.
Hopper: low warning grumble
Mike: spots Hopper in the doorway and gives him a thumbs-up
Hopper: deepens frown. retreats.
moves on to Jane’s room
Door: closed
Hopper: face immediately turning red
Hopper: “Oh, hell no.”
storms in, prepared for the absolute worst
Dustin and Jane: lying on the floor, a very respectable distance apart, aggressively nerding out over a book about space
Dustin: “—and that’s why Saturn has—”
Dustin and Jane: *look up*
Hopper: short-circuits
Hopper: “Uh. Yeah. Fine. Just—keep the door open three inches!”
Jane: “Sure, Dad.”
Dustin: looks Hopper dead in the eye and gives him the most diabolical grin imaginable because he 100% closed the door on purpose
Summary- Since Holly was taken, Mike has been struggling with his internal thoughts and feelings. And he feels like he doesn't have a proper outlet.
Notes- I wrote this before Volume 2 of season 5 dropped because I wanted to explore Mike's character and how he was possible thinking in those first few episodes. And this was my first time writing for Stranger Things/Mike
Warnings- swearing, italics, there's Byler if you squint, Mike just doubting himself a lot, not proofread we die like Barb
Word Count- 2278
Everything was so loud yet completely silent all at once. Mike had just watched his mother be wheeled back for surgery. He’d had to hold Nancy back at one point so EMTs could get to her, so he had some of his mother's blood on his hands. His whole body felt like it was on pins and needles.
“-ike!” Lucas’ voice finally broke through his fog and he flinched, looking at his friend. Nancy had disappeared, likely to the bathroom. “What’s running through your mind right now, man?”
Mike swallowed, his tongue feeling heavy and his mouth feeling like it was full of cotton. What was he supposed to say? Everything was running through his head all at once, but no words were coming to mind about what he should even try to say. He couldn’t formulate a proper thought.
“I-” he cleared his throat at the way his voice trembled and cracked. “I don’t know.” At least that answer was genuine. He really didn't know what was running through his mind right now.
“Come on. Talk to me.” Lucas touched his shoulder and Mike actually flinched away.
“I just need a minute.” He quickly brushed past Lucas and headed towards the men’s room. He needed a moment to breathe.
He quickly shut the door behind him, locking it with shaking hands as he went to the sink. He couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror as he started scrubbing the blood from his hands.
You told her there was no such thing as monsters. He thought to himself as tears burned his eyes, scrubbing incessantly at his hands. And if it weren’t for this stupid crawl, you could’ve been there. You could’ve done something. Maybe Holly would be okay. Maybe mom wouldn’t be fighting for her life.
Tears streamed down his face as he rubbed his hands raw from trying to scrub the blood from them.
Mom could die. Holly’s missing. El’s in the Upside Down. Do you even know where Will is? Oh god, Will. Where is he? It didn’t go after him either, did it? Not again. You can’t even hold yourself together right now after mom and Holly. If Will is gone… Shit shit shit…
Mike just broke fully at that point. He stopped scrubbing at his hands and sank to his knees on the bathroom floor. He didn't care how gross it was. His legs couldn’t support him anymore and he just started sobbing. Quietly so no one would hear. He needed to be strong right now. He knew Nancy was older, but she also needed stability. Not to mention, he had to figure this out. Better to get everything out now and then shove it down until later.
After he was finished sobbing, he slowly lifted himself off the floor. And he finally forced himself to look into his own eyes. They were red from his tears and he looked tired. Exhausted. Because he was. But most importantly, he was looking at himself in a form of disgust. Even his dad had done something, and he rarely did anything. So what kind of man was he if even Ted Wheeler did more to protect them?
All he could think of was little Holly. How when she was first born, he wanted nothing to do with her. He was supposed to be the baby and suddenly she came into the picture. At some point, he’d learned to deal with her. Then as they both grew and he was forced to mature after everything he’d witnessed, he’d grown to care for his baby sister. He wanted to share the things that made him happy and see her safe and okay. And he’d failed.
And his mom. God, he’d been such a dick to her in the past. Constantly pushing her away when it was obvious she was the parent who loved him and wanted him to be happy. She always made it a point to be there for him, even when she had no clue what he was going through. She let him know he could open up to her, was patient when El had disappeared and he was a wreck, held him when the Byers had left for California and he didn’t know what to do with himself. And cradled him when he’d shown up from California when she’d been so worried. That was his mom and he’d failed her too.
The rest of the time at the hospital was a blur. He had a theory on Holly’s imaginary friend, Mr. Whatsit, and Nancy had devised a plan to get to their mom to speak to her about it.
And that’s when they learned that Mr. Whatsit was really Henry. Aka, Vecna. They knew it was time to reconvene with the others, to share what they knew and work on finding Holly and stopping what all was going on.
As Nancy turned to leave though, Mike hesitated. He moved further up the bed so he could quietly and more directly speak with his mom.
“Mom..?” He whispered, watching as his mom opened her eyes again to look at him. And despite her being dazed, upset, and in pain, she was able to flash a small smile. And seeing even a fraction of that smile of his mom’s filled his chest with a warmth he desperately needed right now.
“Hey. I’m…I’m so sorry, okay? I’m sorry I wasn’t there. Maybe, if I was, Holly wouldn’t be gone. And you wouldn't be hurt.” Karen shook her head a little, as if trying to say it wasn’t his fault. Or maybe that she wouldn't have wanted him there regardless, cause who knows what kind of injuries he could have sustained. “But I will fix this, okay? You focus on getting better. Nance, our friends, and me. We’ll get Holly back, I promise…” he leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting several tears slip down his face.
He was startled when he felt a slightly cold hand touch his cheek. He pulled away from his mom to find she’d used some of her minimal strength to reach up and touch her son’s face and wipe his tears. He closed his eyes and leaned into her hand, reaching up to hold her hand there. She gently pulled his head down since she couldn't move much and let her lips press to his forehead in return.
And he could understand so many words in that simple contact, even though she wasn’t talking right now. Be safe. Don’t be reckless. Look after your sister. Find Holly. You’re so brave. I’m so proud of who you’ve become. I love you.
He squeezed her hand gently before slowly pulling away. “Get some rest, mom. I…” Even with his family, it was hard to say. Mainly because they typically didn't say it to one another. But he took a deep breath and squeezed her hand again. “I love you, mom.”
She smiled again as he gently rested her hand back down and quickly followed Nancy out of the hospital room. She didn’t say anything. And even though they were acting like a candy striper and a patient, her hand on his back was a comforting thing nonetheless. Nancy always did remind him of mom.
— — — — —
When he, Nancy, and Lucas showed back up at the Squawk, he initially was worried about Dustin, given that he looked like hell. “Bike crash” was what he said. But Mike wasn’t stupid. That wasn’t any normal bike crash, yet he didn’t pry. Dustin obviously didn’t want to talk about it. Not to mention, Mike’s mind was still foggy and elsewhere. With his mom in that hospital room. And when Robin called everyone inside, and he saw Will…
Oh god, Will. He was there and he was safe. But at the moment, they were listening to Will talk about his connection to Vecna. And what they were planning to do to keep this next victim safe. In the chaos, it wasn’t until just before they set the Turnbow trap into place when they finally got to talk.
Mike was helping to pack some things, lost in thought again after contributing and helping to fill in any holes Will’s base had. When he jumped at the hand on his shoulder. He whipped around to find Will’s wide eyes just looking into his. Filled with too many emotions to count or decipher.
“Can we talk..? In private?” His voice was quiet and filled to the brim with worry. Mike nodded and followed Will upstairs and outside of the Squawk. And then to the roof where he’d reassured El just the afternoon prior.
They sat down near the edge and looked into the darkening sky, quiet for a while as they just sat in silence. It reminded Mike of the days early on, when Will had been almost completely nonverbal, save for a few hums of agreement or whines of disapproval. They’d never really needed words. Mike could read Will like a book when he tried.
“So.” Mike cleared his throat at the way it almost cracked. He and Will hadn’t had a one on one moment in a while. Not really since…god, Hopper’s cabin after they came back from Lenora. Ever since, they’ve been at school or focused on a crawl. Or with Mike’s family. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”
Will finally looked at him. God, why couldn’t he just smile? He’d been smiling so much recently and it warmed his chest to see the light in his best friend’s eyes again. The joy. But now, his eyebrows were furrowed. His wide eyes looked at Mike with worry. And his lips were pressed in a thin line like he was trying to formulate his words. And as Mike often had to do when with the other young man, he forced himself to look in Will’s eyes.
“How are you holding up?” He asked quietly.
“Fine.” Mike responded, almost too fast. Will gave him a look and scooted closer to him.
“Mike.” His voice was low and warm. And Mike wanted to fall into him. But he’d always been the one to keep himself together, no matter what. It was when Will’s hand rested over his that the dam cracked. “You don’t have to be strong right now. Not with me.”
And the dam broke. Mike broke down again, covering his eyes with his free hand. He heard Will sigh and felt him come closer. And when Will’s hand rested on the back of his head, he didn’t resist as he was pulled into him. He hid in his shoulder and clung to his jacket, sobbing so hard it was hard to breathe. And Will didn’t falter. One hand still rested over Mike’s while the other stroked through his curls.
“I wasn’t there, Will. This is my fault, I should have been there.” He choked.
“You can’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.” Will said quietly.
“But it is!” Mike snapped, immediately feeling guilty when he felt Will tense but not move away. “I’m sorry I just…Nancy was right. We should have told them the truth…”
Will was quiet, letting Mike just get it all out and continuing to stroke his hair.
“So many thoughts have been racing through my head since you warned Nancy. But one of the ones that stood out was…” Mike clung tighter to him. “I was scared for you…”
Will was quiet for a moment, his hand pausing in Mike’s hair. “Me? Why me?”
Mike pulled away, his face stained with tears as he looked into Will’s eyes. “Lucas phrased it in a more coherent way than my brain could awhile after we got to the hospital. But all I could think about was that night. I let you go home in the dark alone and I thought I lost you.”
Will’s eyes softened as he watched Mike try and breathe. “Hey.” He spoke quietly, squeezing Mike’s hand gently. “I’m okay. I hit my head when I fell. And I was uneasy and upset. But I’m safe, Mike. That night…it wasn’t your fault. Back then, we were kids. Kids who had no idea what could happen. You couldn’t have known that I would disappear. But with your help? Mom and Hop got me back. And it’s been you who’s helped every time. Even when we fight, even we struggle. You’ve always been there. And we are going to get Holly back. Your plan-”
“It’s your plan…” Mike shakily spoke and Will laughed and finally smiled. God, Mike loved his smile.
“Fine. Our plan. It’s going to work. We’re going to save Holly and the rest of the kids. And we’re gonna do it together.” They looked into each other's eyes and Mike nodded.
“Okay…” Mike choked out as he tried to wipe his tears. Will pulled his sleeve over his hand and helped.
“And hey. I know you’re supposed to be Mike the Brave and all? But crying and letting your emotions go around someone isn’t cowardice. In fact, I think it’s a very brave thing to do. And you’ll always have a safe space with me, you hear me?” Will smiled and Mike finally smiled back, nodding.
“I hear you.” His voice trembled and cracked and he just leaned into Will again, hugging him. Will held him close, rubbing his back and stroking his hair. Mike’s heart rate returned to normal. And his breathing evened out. And his eyes burned from the shed tears. But he was okay. He was going to be okay. They were going to save Holly and fix this. And Will was going to be at his side.
Future fandoms and characters may be added in the future
TOP GUN
JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN:
۶ৎ Bless the Broken Road (oneshot) ❤︎ - After moving to Fightertown, USA, you decide to go to The Hard Deck for a drink. It was the most highly recommended bar in town, so why not? And you run into a bit of a familiar face. Is there still a spark there? Or are you just going to end up with your heartbroken?
ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD:
۶ৎ Heart Flutters (oneshot) ❤︎ - You’re one of the assigned pilots for the Uranium mission. You’re good at what you do, even if you can be a “little much” towards other people. Little do you know, a certain speckled WSO has already taken a liking to you.
۶ৎ Just Say Yes Masterlist (Series) ❤︎ - coming soon
BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW:
۶ৎ Coming soon
MARVEL
ROBERT REYNOLDS
۶ৎ Coming soon
JOAQUIN TORRES
۶ৎ Coming soon
STRANGER THINGS
STEVE HARRINGTON
۶ৎ Coming soon
JONATHAN BYERS
۶ৎ Coming soon
NANCY WHEELER
۶ৎ Coming soon
EDDIE MUNSON
۶ৎ Coming soon
ROBIN BUCKLEY
۶ৎ Coming soon
SHIPS/MISC.
۶ৎ Mike Wheeler: Emotions ❤︎- Since Holly was taken, Mike has been struggling with his internal thoughts and feelings. And he feels like he doesn't have a proper outlet.
I wonder if, in superhero universes, the villains ever get contacted by those “Make a Wish Foundation” and similar people.
I mean, the heroes do, of course they do, kids who want to meet Spiderman or Superman or get to be carried by the Flash as he runs through Central City for just thirty seconds.
But surely there are also the kids, who - because they are kids and sometimes kids are just weird - decide that what they really, really want is to meet a supervillain. Because he’s scary or she’s awesome or that freeze ray is just really, really cool, you know?
Oh, man, that would absolutely be a thing. The heroes would be so weirded out by it. The villains with codes of ethics would totally band together to force the villains without one (should they be the one requested) to do their part for the cause.
But imagine the person who has to track down the villains and organise everything?
Like, the first time it happens, no one actually thinks it’s possible, but one of the newbies volunteers to at least try. They get lucky, the kid wants to meet one of the villains who is well known to have a personal code of ethics (eg one of the rogues), and it takes them weeks to track the villain down to this one bar they’ve been seen at a few times, plus a week of staking out said bar, but they finally find them.
So they approach the villain, very politely introduce themselves and explain the situation, finishing with an assurance that, should the villain agree, no law enforcement or heroes will be informed of the meeting.
The villain, assuming it’s a joke, laughs in their face.
At this point, the poor volunteer, who has giving up weeks of their time and no small amount of effort to track down this villain, all so a sweet little girl can meet the person who somehow inspired them, well, at this point the employee sees red.
They explode, yelling at this villain about the little girl who, for some unknown reason, absolutely loved them, had a hand-made stuffed toy of them and was inspired by their struggle to keeping fighting her own and wasn’t the villain supposed to have ethics? The entire bar is witness to this big bad villain getting scolded by some bookish nobody a foot shorter than them.
When the volunteer is done, the villain calmly knocks back their drink, grips the volunteers shoulder and drags them outside. The bar’s patrons assume that person will never be seen again, the volunteer included. But once they’re outside, the villain apologises for their assumption, asks for the kid’s details so they can drop by in the near future, not saying when for obvious reasons. They also give the very relieved volunteer a phone number to call if someone asks for them again.
A week later, the little girl’s room is covered in villain merchandise, several expensive and clearly stolen gifts and she is happily clutching a stack of signed polaroids of her and the villain.
The next time a kid asks to meet a villain, guess who gets that assignment?
Turns out, the first villain was quite touched by the experience of meeting their little fan, and word has gotten around. The second villain happily agrees when they realise it’s the same volunteer who asked the other guy. Unfortunately, one of the heroes sees the villain entering the kid’s hospital and obviously assumes the worst. They rush in, ready to drag the villain out, but the volunteer stands in their way. The hero spends five minutes getting scolded for trying to stop the villain from actually doing a good thing and almost ruining the kid’s wish. The volunteer gets a reputation among villains as someone who can not only be trusted with personal contact numbers but who will do everything they can to keep law enforcement away during their visits.
The volunteer has a phonebook written in cypher of all the villain’s phone numbers, with asterixes next to the ones to call if any other villains give them trouble.
Around the office, they gain the unofficial job title of The Villain Wrangler.
The heroes are genuinely flabbergasted by The Villain Wrangler. At first, some of the heroes try to reason with them.
Heroes: “Can’t you, just, give us their contact details? They’ll never even have to know it was you.”
The Villain Wrangler: “Yeah sure, <rollseyes> because all these evil geniuses could never possibly figure out that it’s me who happens to be the common thread in the sudden mass arrests. Look man, even if it wouldn’t get me killed, it would disappoint the kids. You wouldn’t want to disappoint the kids would you?”
Heroes: “… no~ but…”
The Villain Wrangler: “Exactly.”
Eventually, one of the anti-hero types gets frustrated, and decides to take a stand. They kidnap the Villain Wrangler and demand that they give up the contents of the little black book of Villains, or suffer the consequences. It’s For the Greater Good, the anti-hero insists as they tie the Villain Wrangler to a pillar.
The Villain Wrangler: “You complete idiot, put me back before someone figures out that I’m missing.”
Anti-hero: “…excuse me?”
The Villain Wrangler: “Ugh, do I have to spell this out for you? Do you actually want your secret base to be wiped off the map? With us in it? Sugarsticks, how long has it been? If they get suspicious, they check in, and then if I miss a check-in, they tend to come barging into wherever I am just to prove that they can, even if they figure out that they’re not being threatened by proxy. Suffice to say, Auntie Muriel really regretted throwing my phone into the pool when she strenuously objected to me answering it during family time. If they think for even one moment that I’ve given them up, they won’t hesitate to obliterate both of us from their potential misery. You do know some of the people in my book have like missiles and djinni and elemental forces at their disposal, right?”
Anti-hero: “Wait, what? I thought they trusted you?!”
The Villain Wrangler: “Trust is such a strong word!”
Villain: “Indeed.”
Anti-hero: “Wait, wha-” <slumps over, dart sticking out of neck>
The Villain Wrangler: “Thanks. I thought they were going to hurt me.”
Villain: “You did well. You kept them distracted, and gave us time to follow your signal.” <cuts Villain Wrangler free>
The Villain Wrangler: <rubbing circulation back into limbs> “Yeah well, you know me, I do whatever I have to. So I’ll see you Wednesday at four at St Martha’s? I’ve got an 8yo burns unit patient recovering from her latest batch of skin grafts who could really use a pep talk.”
Villain: “… of course. Yes… I… yes.”
The Villain Wrangler: “I just think you could really reach her, you know?”
Villain: <unconsciously runs fingers over mask> “I… yes, but, what should I say?”
The Villain Wrangler: “Whatever advice you think you could have used the most just after.”
Villain: <hoists Anti-hero over shoulder almost absently> “….yes.”
The Villain Wrangler wasn’t lying to the Anti-hero. They know that the more ruthless villains would not hesitate if they thought for one second that the Anti-hero would betray them.
But this is not the first time the Villain Wrangler has gone to extreme lengths to protect their identities.
Trust is a strong word. The Villain Wrangler earned it, and is terrified by what it could mean.
Okay but this whole concept actually makes a lot of sense, because villains are a lot more likely to be disfigured/disabled/use adaptive devices (bc ableist tropes), so of course, say, a child amputee is going to be more interested in the villain with a robot arm who almost destroyed New York than the heroes that took him down.
Also, imagine one of the kids gets better, and a few years down the line becomes a villain themself, except their crimes are things like smuggling chemo drugs across the border for families that can’t afford treatment, or stealing from corrupt businessmen to make donations to underfunded hospitals (idk this turned into a Leverage AU or something) and every time the heroes encounter her, they’re like “oh no. she’s getting away. curses. welp, nothing we can do.” Though it isn’t that she can’t take them on; bc of course once the villain from way back when found out what she was up to, he started helping/training her.
“I thought they just hired someone to dress up and pretend to be you,” she says, amazed, when he reveals himself. “I didn’t think they actually got the real you!”
Every year the Villain Wrangler gets a very expensive gift basket from the pair.
and for the kids who don’t get better the villains are there too, they show up to every funeral, they bear too small coffins on their shoulders and the heroes stand aside
they are fierce with grieving families assuring them that their child will not be forgotten, and they don’t balk at negative emotions, they don’t tell people to be strong or “celebrate their child’s life,” because these parents have every right to their grief and anger
and the lost children are never forgotten. flowers appear on graves during birthdays and anniversaries, heroes find pictures of those kids and they carefully take them down and ensure they’re delivered to the villain’s cell, and a few villains can be seen with friendship bracelets wrapped around their wrists the cops have learned not to try and take them off
And then one day, one of the evil geniuses who happens to specialise in inducing bizarre genetic mutations meets a young fan who was born with a rare genetic disorder that is slowly killing them, and realises that they can help.
Another, who created their own exosuit, talks to a young fan and suddenly understands how much the technology that they have built for themselves could revolutionise quality of life for people with muscular dystrophy, or paraplegia, or other disorders that confine people to wheelchairs with little mobility.
A third thinks of a way that their nanobots could be used to detect and remove cancer cells when their fan, who had been in remission, writes to say that the doctors have found a new metastasizing tumour.
Then shortly after, an evil genius specialising in cloning is contacted by an old colleague asking if a suitable heart couldn’t be grown for their young fan with a congenital heart condition who needs a donor.
Suddenly, a pattern of villains offering (and marketing) their insights and resources to improve medical science starts to arise. Many who had previously been operating on society’s fringes are shocked to receive public accolades, research grants and job offers from major companies because of their work.
A grassroots movement arises advocating for imprisoned villains with appropriate qualifications and/or experience to have access to resources to conduct research for the public good. The Second Chance Rehabilitation Project launches.
(It is an open secret that only people who have been vetted by the Villain Wrangler are allowed to join, because the Villain Wrangler has by now a meticulously set up method and intelligence network to run background checks and character references through ensure that none of the children wishing to meet their role models get hurt.)
Being able to say that one is involved with the Project begins to look really good in parole hearings. The Villains involved perform their own quality checks on one another, because if one of their kids got hurt, then all of their kids could potentially lose out, and the ones that are serious about the Project are not having that. (Also, the ability to collaborate with other geniuses is the most interesting thing to happen to most of them since losing to various heroes, and most consider the intellectual stimulation to be worth putting up with the ridiculous egoes and inevitable personality clashes that arise.)
Reformed Villains come out of the woodwork to advocate about better mental healthcare, and support systems. Savvy universities and private labs quietly take their advice, setting up better mental health supports and laboratory safety standards to prevent the Brain Drain caused by losing their less stable scientists to the Costumes.
The Villain Wrangler watches all of this develop with a smile.
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