Tethered Down

Vlad isn’t used to being interrupted while working in his lab. Its walls are reinforced lead and its ceiling is buried twenty feet below basement level. The room is missing from the building plans, invisible to the code specs, and inaccessible to any snooping government agents. The Guys in White’s detection equipment has never found it. They would have better luck finding some hollowed out space by banging on the side of their own heads.

So when Vlad hears the clatter of tripped-over machine parts and light, breathy cursing from behind him, he knows no normal person has come to find him. This makes him crack a razor-fanged smile. Vlad lowers the welding torch he’d been using to stitch some metal parts together for a new portal hub. He raises the goggles from off his red eyes, and turns around in mock formality.

“Daniel you should have told me you were coming. I would have put some tea on for the both of us.”

Vlad is right—Danny is standing at the other end of the lab, but he doesn’t look how Vlad had pictured. No jumpsuit, no balled-up fists, no murderous green glinting eyes. Danny is entirely human, and he looks only a bit bothered, like he’s thinking too hard about what to say.

“Vlad,” Danny settles on.

Vlad’s smile doesn’t waver. He takes a few steps forward, boots clacking out hollow sonorous beats on the cavernous floor. Danny seeking him out is almost always a treat. It means he’s done something to annoy or frustrate or enrage Danny enough to be sought out without any effort on Vlad’s part. It’s already a victory of sorts for Vlad, and he’s eager to know what he’s done.

Vlad spreads his arms, as if to encompass the far wall of enormous floating monitors, the pink-swirling portal in the back left corner, the tables and shelves filled with cobbled-together metal gadgets. Vlad glances down. There are three empty toppled paint cans at Danny’s feet, clearly tripped over and just now settling.

“So, to what do I owe this delight? Have you come to hear about my specs for the new Maddie AI? Or maybe you’d like to hear about my recent cloning breakthroughs. Or—“ Vlad swoops in closer, circling Danny, delighting in the way Danny’s head whips about to follow his motions, “—is there something else even better you’d like to discuss?”

“Something else.”

Vlad frowns just slightly. There’s no passion in Danny’s voice, rare for a kid motivated almost entirely by his unstable emotions. There’s no fire in his eyes either. No accusation or quick remark lashing from his tongue. Danny’s eyes are calm, and his tone is simply flat.

“What, then?” Vlad asks, and he loses the traction of their banter.

“I went on a college visit yesterday.”

Vlad pauses. He’s half-stooped over Danny, expecting more to be said. Vlad finds himself with nothing to go on. “…Okay,” he says.

“I like the place a lot. And people with my grades get in there all the time. Especially if I keep them up for the rest of junior year I stand a good chance.”

“What place?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Then why are you telling me.” Vlad slides away from Danny. His hope of being cursed out is fading, and his brow furrows. His face brightens at a sudden thought, “Did you feel the urge to tell me because I’ve simply become a sort of father figure to you?”

“I want to go there. It’s three hours away by car. One and a half by the Fenton RV, but that’s with my dad driving.” Danny’s voice has become clinical, like the very words are tedious, like he’s talking to a customer service representative and he’s bored. “And it’s an hour away if I fly.”

“Get to the point Daniel. I’m a busy man.”

“No you’re not. You just have a lot of creepy pet projects.” Danny motions stiffly to the pod-like vats that once contained Danny’s old clones. “My point is I can’t keep super-heroing if I go there.”

“Ah,” Vlad brightens again. He leans in. “A crisis then? A conflict of character, of morality, and you’ve come to me for advice? You’re desperate to know if you can hang up your cape to chase a dream so banal as a normal college life?”

“God—no—shut up just a minute. Not everything’s that dramatic.” Danny leans away, sizing Vlad up. “My angsty teenage phase has been over for like a year. And what are you, like, 40? Chill out for like five minutes, for once.”

Vlad deflates a little, frowning.

Danny clears his throat to continue. “I’m not ‘hanging up my cape’. I’m not making any rash decisions. I’m just going to college, because that’s what I want to do, for me. And I’m doing it. I’ve still got my own life to live. But that means I’m not around Amity to help with the ghost patrol.”

“You’d willfully leave them unprotected, hmm?”

“Please. Mom and Dad are still kicking ghost ass in the meantime. And I’m not that irresponsible. I’m hiring a replacement.”

“Oh…who? Valerie?”

Danny snorts. “Hell no. She’s got a full ride to some college out in Michigan for field hockey. She’s getting the hell out like I am.” Danny’s face sobers. “No, I’m hiring you, Vlad. You’re going to pick up whatever slack I leave behind, got it?”

Vlad’s face splits into a grin, and he barks a laugh. Then he throws his head back and roars, teeth glinting, eyes deeply red and alight. He regains his composure with a few rolling chuckles, and fixes Danny with a condescending smirk. “Oh, adorable. You think you can make me do what you want.”

“Yeah, I can.”


“Can,” Danny answers firmly. “Because if you refuse, then I’m going back home, and the second I get through that front door, I’m doing this.” Danny straightens his shoulders just a fraction, and a glimmering white ring splits at his midsection, enveloping him, repainting him as something sallow and yet bright, cold and yet flickering hot, dead and so monstrously alive. And in some ways, he looks exactly the same. “I realized I don’t care about keeping my secret anymore, really. Mom and Dad accept Phantom as a helper way more often than they ever try to shoot at him, and they’d accept me. And I don’t think it would really change much anymore. I’m not 14 anymore. I could handle letting them know.”

Vlad’s jaw is tight. “…So?”

“So that’s where we’re different, V-man.” Danny flashes a condescending smile to match the one Vlad had worn. “You can’t dare to let them know. The Wisconsin Ghost? You? God, it would end you. My parents, and the town, and the government—they’d all be at your throat in an instant. You’d lose everything.” Danny rocks back on his heels. “And I’ll out you in a heartbeat if you give me a reason to. Because you don’t hold any leverage against me anymore, Vlad. I’ve grown up, and I’m over it.”

“You don’t…mean that,” Vlad answers slowly, dumbly.

“I do.” Another flash, and the rings sweep past Danny to reveal the simple body of a human once more.

“…Just for college?” Vlad doesn’t like the edge in his voice, the quiet anxiety. “Four years?”

Danny shrugs. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll come back home after college if it turns out ghost hunting is the thing I wanna do with my life. Maybe I won’t.” Danny steps forward, encroaching on Vlad, suddenly taller and surer than Vlad had ever seen him. “I’ll be home during breaks—I’m sure I’ll happily pick up the ghost hunting then. But maybe I’ll get an internship somewhere? Maybe I’ll take a term abroad, you know? Maybe I’ll stay a whole lot of years more and get my PhD in astrophysics. ‘Dr. Fenton’, like my mom. It’s got a nice ring to it.”

“You wouldn’t…” Vlad mutters. “Who says I’ll keep doing it that long, hmm?”

“Go ahead. Break your promise whenever. But the second you do, I’m giving your identity to everyone I know. And besides. You’re not going anywhere anyway.” Danny takes a few steps back, and motions around him. “This? Your whole secret lair down here? You’ve tethered yourself to this place. You’ve got no family anywhere, and you’ve got no ambitions in your life that don’t involve me or my mom. You’re 40 and you’re sad and you’ve made your bed here and I know you don’t intend to go anywhere else, even with all your money, because what purpose would you even have anywhere else, Vlad? You could do this for the rest of your life, picking up my slack. You just might.”

Danny flashes to ghost form again, and kicks off into the air, and hovers up to the ceiling from which he entered.

“Me, Vlad? I’m young, and I’ve got my life ahead of me, and I can still do something with it. I’m everything you’re not.”

Vlad says nothing. He only stares. He hears only static in his ears.

“See you later, or maybe never again, Fruit Loop.”

Legit’s Character Development Worksheet

There are lots of character development worksheets out there, but in my opinion nothing that really examines a character’s growth and development, which is what I’m aiming to do with mine. You can use this to better understand your character, spot “holes” in their development, or to build a character from scratch! 



  1. What is this character’s lineage? 
  2. Are there any genetic factors that may affect them? (Mental illness/disabilities that run in the family, magical lineage, etc.?)
  3. What is/was their parents’ social class? 
  4. What are their parents/caregivers like prior to their being born?
  5. If not raised by their parents, then by whom? Are their caretakers of a different social class than the character? How are they treated as a result?
  6. In the case of non-human characters, what is the status of their “kind” prior to their birth/construction/etc.? (E.g., are they the first generation of a new AI? Are they the first generation of vampires to live in the light?) 
  7. Are there changing social values between prior generations and their own that may affect them?


Circumstances at Birth

  1. What is their parental status at birth? (Single mother, both parents, etc.)
  2. What social class is your character born into?
  3. What is expected of your character based on the social class that they are born into? By their parents/caregivers? By the society they live in?
  4. How are they advantaged/disadvantaged at birth? Disability? Poverty? Etc.
  5. Are there any circumstances surrounding their birth that may affect their early childhood? (For example, they were unwanted by their parents/caregivers, they were the long-awaited heir to a kingdom, or they were born (assigned as) a girl when the parents were hoping for a boy?)



  1. If they lose a parent/are orphaned/adopted/parents divorce, etc., at what age does this happen? a.) How does the age at which this happened affect them? Do they remember this change? Are they affected by the change?
  2. Does their social status/class change at any point during childhood? Why?
  3. What is their relationship with their parents/caregivers like? How do these interactions affect them in later life? (For example, a perfectionist character may have only received approval from their parents for big achievements.)
  4. Do they have siblings or other close relationships with family members of a similar age? (Do bear in mind that early relationships with siblings can play a strong role in the way that people approach friendships in later years.)
  5. If they have siblings, what is their birth order, and how does this affect them?
  6. What are some of the most impactful moments from their childhood? How do these moments affect them? What do they learn from these experiences? (E.g., “authority figures aren’t to be trusted).
  7. Was their childhood a happy one? If not, how do they see their childhood as an adult? Does this make them angry, do they try to ignore it, or have they moved on?
  8. What are their typical social interactions like as children? Do they have a lot of friends, are they shy, etc.?
  9. Do they exhibit expected behaviors or have difficulty conforming? (Conforming to gender roles or not, for example.)
  10. What are their primary interests as a child?



  1. Is there a turning point that moves your characters from childhood and into a more “mature” perspective? (For example, the death of a loved one.) 
  2. Does their social status/class change at any point during adolescence? Why?
  3. How does their relationship with their parents develop from childhood to adolescence?
  4. Do any major changes occur in their life during adolescence? How do these changes affect them?
  5. In the case of MOGAI characters, at what point does your character realize they are “different” than the expected social norm? What are the circumstances surrounding that?
  6. What is your character’s attitude toward sex and sexuality? How does their interaction with their parents/caregivers affect them?
  7. How much independence is your character granted as an adolescent?
  8. Does your character have more/less responsibility than the typical adolescent? In what ways? (For example, having to take care of a younger sibling.
  9. How does their social life change (or not change) from childhood to adolescence?
  10. How are they prepared for adulthood as an adolescent?
  11. When in their society are they expected to become an “adult”?
  12. How do their interests evolve from childhood to adolescence?
  13. Is there a defining moment that transitions them from adolescence into adulthood? (Joining the military, moving out, etc.) 



  1. What is their primary attitude towards life based on their experiences in childhood and adolescence?
  2. What kinds of events would be necessary to change these attitudes? 
  3. Does their social status/class change as they reach adulthood, or at any point after? Why?
  4. Are they generally independent as an adult? Why/why not?
  5. Do they retain their relationship with their family on reaching adulthood?
  6. Do they retain their social group from adolescence?
  7. How/where do they meet new friends/love interests?
  8. What is their attitude toward romance/love/family? What are their main goals regarding this as they enter adulthood?
  9. What is their main goal as an adult? (A high-paying career, romance, family, to have fun, to survive, etc.) 
  10. How do their goals change over time? As they meet old goals and set new ones?
  11. How do their interests mature from adolescence to adulthood? (For example, an interest in writing as a teen may lead them to a career in publishing.)


Older Age

  1. Do they accomplish their goals as set out in earlier adulthood? How do they feel if these goals are not met?
  2. As they approach older age, what is their social class?
  3. Do they build a family in their adulthood? What is this family like?
  4. If they become a parent, how is their relationship with their children affected by the relationship they had with their own parents?
  5. What do they want to “leave behind” in the world?
  6. Do they become a mentor/teacher to others?
  7. As they grow older, how do they feel about the concepts of aging? Weakening? Death?

Think outside the box as you answer these. Remember that if you bend and stretch them enough, these questions can fit into virtually any world. 

Okay lets talk about Karen


So i saw spiderman homecoming on the 8th. And somthing just hit me, the way Karen is. If you havent see Spiderman Homecoming you need to but Karen is the AI inside his suite.

The part where Peter is stuck in the wepons vault and cant get out he starts talking to her. He gives her a name. That is the thing that gets me.

Karen this AI was made by Tony stark. And when he is uploading a new AI system into his suite for the end battle of AOU you see different AI names. He has all these AI’s that he made and he has named this.

So why didnt he name Peter suite. I mean he could have but when peter gave her her name she didnt say “i already have one” she gose with it. I feel as if Tony made this AI for peter. Like i know he made it for his suite but i dont think this is one that had already be made. He made This AI for peter and because he made it for him he let him name it.

To back that up though out the whole moive Karen is telling Peter that he is doing a great job and is being very supportive. Tony made her more like that. Not like in how Jarvis was made and he was snarky. Tony made this AI to help peter to be there for him when he isnt there to be there for him

(Sorry almost done)

And in the beginning of the boat part he called peter telling him what a good job he was doing and start saying that his dad was never really there for him. So i feel that Tony made Karen so that even when he wasnt there he was still getting support.


I didn’t rip the rookie outta halo canon just to let him and his odst buddies die in destiny au

for halo 3: odst destiny au: destiny 2: fireteam helljumper- *breathes in*

it’s basically halo 3 odst except after the city falls you wake up and find helljumper’s drained? ghosts scattered across the city and eventually reunite them with your fireteam. you playback the ghosts’ memories and fight as helljumper in the initial assault.

vergil the friendly golden age new mombasa ai/shank accompanies you :3

Storms (Post CACW ThunderIron)

Welcome to the story! Grab some tissues! God the angst in this fic is going to be killer guys, there’s your warning.

If you’d like to be tagged in additional chapters, drop me a like or a reblog!


Seriously though, tissues!

Thor was excited to be home, excited to be back at the compound with all his friends. He had been gone for so long, dealing with Asgard and everything had gone so wrong so suddenly…

Well anyway, he was relieved to be away from Asgard. He was ready for Tony’s ridiculous movie nights, and Clint’s haphazard breakfast creations, and sparring with Captain, and trading war stories with Natasha. He was looking forward to spending time with Bruce, the quiet scientist with a wicked sense of humour that was matched only by Tony’s cutting wit.

He was even looking forward to the mission debriefings, where Tony and Steve inevitably fought and bickered, and Tony usually ended up storming off in some grand fashion, the color high in his cheeks, dark eyes sparking dangerously.

The genius was beautiful in something of a delicate way, and Thor had always had a hard time keeping himself from staring. Tony was not a large man by any means, but his passion for whichever cause he was engaged in was unparalleled. Thor loved to sit and watch him talk, to watch him work, to watch him—

Thor just liked to watch Tony, period. And if he were honest, it took most of his self control to only watch, because Thor would love to see Tony flushed and passionate spread out across a large bed and bathed in firelight. In fact, he was sure Tony would look more beautiful like that than any other way. Of course, they had never had any time to discuss or explore any of those things, but now that Thor was back again, perhaps in between missions he and the soft haired genius could spend real time together, and Thor would get the chance to tell him how he felt.

So when Thor landed in front of the Avengers compound with a crack of lightning and a ground shaking boom of thunder, burning the pattern of the bifrost into the lawn, he was caught up in his thoughts and didn’t notice that the grass was brown and dead, that there were no vehicles parked in the driveway.

Too intent on seeing Tony, on giving the man a hug, on hearing that light hearted laugh, it wasn’t even until he was striding through the halls towards the common area, holding Mjolnir lightly in one hand, and calling for the team that he realized that most of the lights weren’t even on. The rooms were locked up, the windows dirty, the few plants wilted from neglect.

The compound was…silent, and Thor stopped uneasily at the door to the common room, noting that even though the room had been repaired since the fight with Ultron, it looked like it hadn’t been touched in months.

“Hello?” he called, and his deep voice echoed through the empty building. “Hello?”


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rosefyrefyre  asked:

Tony has to stay awake for a very long time for some reason, and when he finally is allowed to rest, he physically can't, so the rest of the Avengers (but especially Steve) take care of him until he can.

With two hours to deadline, Tony finally managed to unsnag the last line of code and send it through. A new smart AI bot, one designed for searching and detonating IEDs so soldiers wouldn’t have to, whirred to life and aimed its tiny periscope cam at him inquisitively, awaiting input. The right mix of AI–not so sophisticated that army programmers could turn it into an offensive weapon, but not so improbably slow that it failed to do its job. Three iterations ago it’d tried to bring the dummy bomb to Tony, and that was clearly a no go, so he’d started the code from the bottom up and programmed until the edges of his vision went blurry. It needed testing. Testing.

“Find,” Tony grunted and the bot happily rolled off to the mock test range. “Not perfect,” Tony murmured, slumping down against the table to watch. “Just functional. Just need you to do your job. Can tweak later.” It’s little treads bumbled across sand and rocks, grinding a little in a way that, just for a moment, sent Tony back five years in time. His fingers clenched compulsively at the table before he forced himself to let go.

In the sandbox, the little bot scanned back and forth with infrared and ground-penetrating sonar and blessedly, beautifully, it located the payload. The shovel arm activated and started digging. Tony nearly wept.

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Ai Weiwei, “Good Fences Make Good Neighbors.”

“The fence has always been a tool in the vocabulary of political landscaping and evokes associations with words like ‘border,’ ‘security,’ and ‘neighbor,’ which are connected to the current global political environment,” 

“But what’s important to remember is that while barriers have been used to divide us, as humans we are all the same. Some are more privileged than others, but with that privilege comes a responsibility to do more,”

New York Public Art Fund  40th Anniversary Celebrations.

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors will be on view October 12, 2017 – February 11, 2018 at sites throughout New York City.

Words, you say, young girls in a circle, holding hands,
and beginning to rise heavenward
in their confirmation dresses,
like white helium balloons,
the wreaths of flowers on their heads spinning,
and above all that,
that’s where I’m floating,
and that’s what it’s like
only ten times clearer,
ten times more horrible.
Could anyone alive survive it?
—  Ai, from “Conversation,” Vice: New and Selected Poems
Google’s AI Invents Sounds Humans Have Never Heard Before
Using math to create thousands of new musical instruments.

“This is not like playing the two at the same time. The machine and its software aren’t layering the sounds of a clavichord atop those of a Hammond. They’re producing entirely new sounds using the mathematical characteristics of the notes that emerge from the two.”

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biivory69  asked:

I saw the Brock and Tony prompt request and I'm all for rare pairs! Non Powered AU where Tony is oblivious to Brock being a 'bad guy' (monster, serial killer, assassin you pick) But Brock is this really scary guy but he's super sweet on Tony and protective of him. Pretty Please :))

A little darker than the last one. Enjoy :) Also tagging @darkly-stark and @susieeslei for obvious reasons.

Brock stares at the name the HYDRA has given him. Keeps his face expressionless. Ignores his pounding heart. Burns the name.



The HYDRA does what no computerised algorithm ever could. The HYDRA gives them names. Names of variables. Names of inaccuracies. Names of problems.

It is the strikers’ mission to eliminate the problems.


Brock Rumlow joins the strikers straight out of high school. Because he believes in the cause.


“Do you mind if I sit here?” The kid peers down at Brock over his monstrous sunglasses. “You look lonely.”

Brock shrugs. Eyes never leaving the blonde two tables down.

“Her name is Alicia,” the kid rambles. Sits down. Chair scratching over the ground. “She’s about to break up with her boyfriend, thank god. I can introduce you if you want?”

“I know the name,” Brock mutters. Freezes because he did not mean to say that.

The kid just grins. “’Course you do. Look, not like I know much about girls or anything, but I think they prefer guys who talk to them. Instead of, you know, stalking them to their favourite coffee shop every day and staring at them for two hours straight.”

Brock turns around, finally really looks at the kid. It’s an attentive one. And not as young as he first thought.

“Is that so?” He humours the kid. Tries to calculate whether it has seen too much, has become a problem. Comes to a decision. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Brock stands up.

“My name is Tony!” the kid yells after him. No subtlety whatsoever. Would make for a terrible striker.


The name dies two days later.

“Was there a problem?” his commander asks.

A faint memory of shades in the most atrocious shade of green flash through Brock’s mind. His face remains blank.

“Just a name,” he replies without inflection. As always.

The commander smirks. Clears him for another name.


“Alicia doesn’t work here anymore,” are the words that greet Brock when he takes a seat at his usual, currently occupied table.

He bites back the I know just in time.

“I don’t like girls,” he says instead.

“Oh.” The kid mulls over that for a moment, like he’s been handed the most interesting puzzle piece. “I didn’t know that.” He sounds surprised.

Brock raises his eyebrows. “You don’t know me,” he points out.

The kid shrugs. “I’m good at knowing.”

His sunglasses are orange today. Brock likes them even less than the green ones.


“What are you doing?”

There are sheets of paper covering every inch of their table. Tony doesn’t even look up, keeps scribbling away in tiny letters that hurt Brock’s head just to look at. A distracted hum is his only answer.

It’s frustrating. Brock doesn’t even know why he keeps coming back. That part is frustrating too.

Bored Brock takes a closer look at the notes. Finds himself drawn in almost against his will.

“Is that… a program?”

Brock has never cared much about computer languages. But he’s been a part of the HYDRA for years, and he understands more than he thinks he’s supposed to.

“Yeah.” A quick, bright smile, a gulp of coffee.

“It’s good.” Brock says, and means it. It’s a strange feeling.

Tony’s smile brightens.

His shades are a light pink today.


The new name is five years old.

Brock wonders what HYDRA sees in him that he doesn’t.


Tony’s mind is a marvel, Brock learns. It’s brilliant, and calculating, and ruthlessly logical, and so reminiscent of the HYDRA sometimes, it sends a shudder of–something down his back.


“It’s just an algorithm,” Tony says and breathes life into numbers and codes.

“This is incredible,” Brock comments, not sure what he’s even looking at, but more than sure of that.

Tony blushes. The colour goes nicely with his red sunglasses.


Tony’s mind is a marvel, Brock knows. It’s so much like the HYDRA, too much like the HYDRA. It’s also unlike the HYDRA in all the ways that matter. And Brock knows.

He doesn’t understand yet, not right away. But he knows Tony is brilliant. Knows Tony likes covering half his face with the most ridiculous sunglasses. Knows Tony smiles like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Brock watches Tony bring miracles to life on paper, humanise machines in ways he hadn’t believed possible, and he doesn’t wonder. Doesn’t contemplate what the HYDRA might see when it looks at Tony.

Because he knows.


Brock is seventeen when he draws the third name. Only it doesn’t make any sense. It can’t make sense. It has to be wrong. 

The HYDRA is never wrong, his training tells him, but this time. This time, it has to be. 

He stares down at the name the HYDRA has given him. Keeps his face expressionless. Ignores his pounding heart. Nods at his commander. Leaves, with slow, steady steps.

Burns the name. 

Kills a young businessman later that night. An innocent one. Instead of the real name. Because it’s not possible.

Brock is seventeen and he believes in the HYDRA. But everyone can make mistakes. Even the HYDRA.


Brock is twenty-three and he doesn’t know every striker. But he knows this one. When Tony leaves, and the striker moves to follow, so does Brock.

Motions for the man to wait up.

“What are you doing here?” the striker asks, confused. There is no such thing as teamwork in the service of the HYDRA. “Is this a test or something?”

The striker is young, inexperienced. He doesn’t stand a chance.

Brock doesn’t hesitate.

After all, he has always known. He hasn’t understood for the longest time, but he’s always known.


The next day, Brock buys Tony a pair of sky blue sunglasses. Tells Tony there can never be too much person in a program, when Tony hesitates to name his new AI ‘JARVIS’ because it might be too sentimental. Wonders about the future he sees glittering and glowing and ever-changing in Tony’s smile. About the changes he knows their presence will bring. 

Because when he was seventeen, the name of the third problem he got read Brock Rumlow.

And the HYDRA doesn’t make mistakes.

This was just a really quick idea, I’m not certain it even made any sense. I pretty much made everything up as I wrote it haha. So if you have any questions about this AU please ask away! And as usual, tell me what you think please? *puppy eyes*