#demonic antons are GOOD. I even have my own au for that (though it's been semi abandoned oops)

[heartbeetz]

I understand the things that make people want to give Anton demonic attributes, and I do think it's fun/neat when they do, but I also think that overlooks the very funny alternative that is "he's literally just some normal guy who the devil decided to start beef with one day."

Like the kickstarter originally described him as a "hapless drunkard" who'd "rather be doing anything else" during the game events. He wants to be sitting on the couch with his dog and his maybe-canon daughter, or out drinking and gambling and cracking stupid jokes. But nooooo now he has to go run around blowing shit up and getting into fights to work his way to hell and confront the guy who (from Anton's pov: randomly) stole his liquor collection. He was literally chilling. He was chilling and now he has to deal with the actual devil for some reason. Satan doesn't even know who he is.

[whumpy-wyrms]

UMMM… IT’S TIME TO GET WEIRD, OKAY? Bill Cipher and Anton meeting and getting silly is not leaving my head and it’s HIS FAULT. book of bill spoilers probably and some vague tllr spoilers that i’ve already talked about before

something something it is five years ago from present day tllr and Anton is depressed as fuck for reasons i cannot say (but you all can probably put the pieces together by now). he’s alone because Pierce left, he’s the most sad sopping pathetic wet cat he has ever been, and he decides to do a shit ton of horrible experiments on himself and clones of himself because he has nothing left and science is the only thing that he knows. but even still, he has no goal and no motive, his clones become horrible fucked up abominations that are an insult to life itself. he wallows away in his own misery and drinks glowing green science liquid to the ease the pain of reality and fucks with his own memories and he really doesn’t gaf anymore about what happens to him. this is all canon btw

ummm Bill fucking Cipher notices a genius scientist who’s alone and sad and has nothing to lose. you know what that means!

Anton’s a weirdo, Anton’s an outcast i mean he was created by a mad scientist and has lived isolated in a secret lab doing science all his life for fucks sake. he has no purpose anymore and Bill decides to give him one. Anton has never really considered the possibility of inter-dimensional travel because he and Pierce had always been focused on their goal of immortality and the limits of the human body. so this is something new and interesting and something that has absolutely nothing to do with Pierce so he jumps at the opportunity.

Anton is also. sad and alone! he wants a friend so bad and he is sooo easily manipulated! he hates humans (Pierce) and does not care if this weird floating triangle demon is a danger to humanity because every human he has ever known has either hurt so many people including him (Pierce) or left him (died).

they make a deal!!!! fuck yeah!!!! they shake hands and blue fire and shit!!!!!

so Anton finally finds his purpose again. and that purpose is helping this weird little muse in his head build a portal to other worlds. he does not know that Bill is only using him to create a gateway to the nightmare realm and cause the apocalypse so he can take over the universe. and if he did know that, he may or may not change his mind about all of this i mean he’s a bit fucked up too

Anton is kinda like Ford in this part, he sees Bill as a friend and likes hanging out with him and misses him when he leaves for months at a time. he lets Bill enter his mind whenever he wants and possess him (Banton) and thinks he’s the answer to everything. they have fun together. they get silly together.

um obviously this does not last forever as Bill is a sadistic manipulative freak who was only using Anton for his own personal gain and after Anton found meaning to life again he kinda realized that he DIDN’T want the world to end after all. Anton is scared as fuck of Bill now and tries to kill him just like Ford and that definitely drives him to the brink of madness. Anton whumpee arc am i right

OR maybeee not maybe he helped Bill do it and weirdmageddon happened and it was a fun and joyous time. Anton is weird!!!! he might have actually done it that son of a bitch!!!!

also debating if i want Anton to just move to Gravity Falls after Pierce leaves. maybe he is just like Ford and just wants to study the weirdness there and then comes across some stuff and summons Bill. but i also like the idea of Anton building that huge triangular portal in his own lab.

Dew sadly wouldn’t be in this au because it takes place five years before Anton decided to get his shit together and get another actual test subject. maybe this is a good thing. Basil is here though and hmmmm i dunno what her opinion on Bill would be honestly. i don’t know if Anton would actually tell her about Bill but i think he would. maybe they’re all friends

i don’t know what else to say ummmm i probably won’t actually Write this au but im definitely gonna draw stuff for it maybe in the form of tiny little comics and silly drawings. the idea of Bill possessing Anton is the silliest thing ever it fills me with so much joy. i’m not sure if they would fix each other or make each other worse. those two are just two silly guys looking for chaos and who cares if they’re a bit fucked up and evil honestly. my two favorite blorbos who make me the most insane are both rotating in my head at the same time and i’m interested to know how this will change me as a person

hold on a minute here i just thought of something ELSE! let’s say this au takes place years after Dew and Anton hypothetically go their separate ways. in this hypothetical scenario let’s say that after Basil died, Anton decided to let Dew go for real because he felt bad or something (actual au that has been a WIP for months lmao).

Anton meets Bill and weirdmageddon happens oopsie daisy. Anton’s regretting it and escapes Bill and is trying to survive the apocalypse while also trying to figure out a way to take Bill down. thennn he finds Dew :3 out in the wild. Dew is scared because he hasn’t seen Anton in years and he’s scared he’s gonna be taken back but um also the apocalypse is happening and Anton seems pretty fucked up and maybe this is his best chance at survival. maybe Anton came to Dew for help because he is literally the only other person he knows in the world because Anton is a little freak who doesn’t leave his forest and socialize with other human beings. maybe Dew realizes that Anton had literally nobody else to turn to. besides Pierce i guess but let’s say that when Anton first met Bill, they both killed Pierce together because he hates him.

the point is that this scenario is so wholesome and silly like yeah Dew hasn’t seen his tormentor in years and now he’s back and all sad and asking for help saving the world from the apocalypse that he caused!! Dew really doesn’t want anything to do with him but! he also doesn’t wanna die! and Anton is the only person who knows what he’s doing here

cue Bill using Dew against Anton like how he used Dipper and Mable and Stan against Ford. Anton cares about Dew and will do anything Bill wants just so he won’t hurt him. crazy shit guys my brain wow my brain

i probably have more stuff to say but this is everything so far. if this au is cringe and dumb do not tell me that alright my autism level is catastrophic and i’m thinking so much about this. i’m also gonna get a bill cipher tattoo once i get the money because i’ve wanted one since i was 12, that’s how much this weird triangle freak means to me. and yall already know how much Anton means to me so yeah… this au makes me a very happy camper

oh SHIT!!! WHAT ABOUT MAX??? well uhhhmmmm ummmm i’ll think of something! i’ll definitely think of something and post about it when i do! (or yall can throw more ideas at me and i will eat them up pls pls feed me i mean talk to me about this au i need enrichment in my enclosure)

[teamhook]

Just another CS MOVIE AU... Happy Valentine’s Day.

Hello! Okay, so I bring you, musician!Killian AU inspired by Forever My Girl cause I see CS everywhere! Sorry, I’m stubborn and although I was told this should be a SF fic. Maybe I’m wrong but I couldn’t stop myself.

I wanna thank @searchingwardrobes and @ilovemesomekillianjones for their Beta services. They each helped me so much.

So the story is gonna be tagged a csromcom19. I hope that’s okay with @searchingwardrobes .

This is my Valentine’s Day gift to all of you, my lovely shipmates.

|AO3|  OR  |FFN|

A/N: A tragedy brings home a small town’s wayward son and he finds an unlikely surprise.

Present

Darling's Waterfront Pavilion, Bangor, ME.

On the dimly lit stage sat a handsome dark-haired man playing the guitar. His melodic voice filled the amphitheater with a heartbreaking, Grammy Award-winning love song. The performance ended and with it, he thanked the crowd. He spotted a blonde in the front row. He knew it wasn’t the one that plagued his dreams, but for tonight she would ward them off.

Killian walked off the stage and leaned towards his manager to issue his request.

“Scarlet, there was a blonde in the front row.”

“Sir, I’m already on it. She is waiting for you in the car headed to the after party.”

“I’m not going to the party, please, have a nice steak sent to my room along with a bottle of rum.”

“Sir, you are expected at the after party. What should I tell them? Everyone is antsy about details of the new songs.” The manager sighed in frustration at the lack of enthusiasm from his artist.

“Just tell them I’m not feeling well.”

“And the girl, sir?”

Killian smiled and nodded. “I think you know what ‘nightcap’ means, Mr. Scarlet.”

“Of course.”

Scarlet got on his phone as Killian walked away. “He is not going to the after party, Tiny. Get the girl in Mr. Jones’ car.”

“Okay, but some people are going to be angry,” the big bodyguard countered.

“I know, but he is the boss,” he shrugged helplessly.

Scarlet and Killian walked together out of the venue. After escorting the girl to the car, managed crowd control a few steps in front of them.

“Sir, nothing beats a hometown crowd, right?” Scarlet smiled at Killian.

“Mr. Scarlet I’m not from here. I’m from a few towns over.”

“Oh, have a good night sir.” They go in different directions, though Will lingered for a second. It was his job to make Killian happy, but he didn’t truly know him.

Killian woke up disoriented and with a booming headache as he looked around the room. Ah yes, the hotel, he is on tour.

The blonde excitedly jumped up and down. “You are finally up! I’ve been trying to wake you up for a while.”

Killian squinted trying to get a better look at her. The hair color was obviously from a bottle. The eyes brown instead of green. She was a poor substitute for her.

“Lass there is no need to scream,” he looked at the nightstand and got up from the bed. “Where is my phone?!”

“Your phone? I don’t know, I haven’t seen it.” She backed up and then a crunching sound was heard.

Killian rushed to the sound as fast as possible in his current state, dropping to his knees. “Please, no, no- it can’t be broken.” He glared at the girl in the room with him.

“That is your phone?” She pointed at the taped up flip phone in his hand.

“Bloody hell! You broke it!” He looked around the room and darted out, clad in only his white boxers, throwing on some worn jeans and a white t-shirt that he found on the sofa shoulder as he went. He ran to the front desk, ignoring the fans around him pointing at him and calling out his name.

“Excuse me, lass?” he gained the clerk’s attention.

“Mr. Jones, how can I help?”

The clerk was still typing away on her computer not looking up at him right away, she finished her notes, and finally turned to him smiling broadly.

“Lass the closest cell phone store. Please,” he desperately asked.

“There is one on Main Street, two blocks down. Would you like me to call you a car, sir?”

“Thank you.” He ran out in the direction the clerk told him to go.

He found the store quickly, but not without going unnoticed as he ran down the street.

The doors flew open. “To anyone that can fix this phone, I will give you $10,000.00.”

The clerks staggered toward him and one of the eager fans was going to reach for the phone until the manager appeared from the back room.

“Excuse me, Mr. Jones, may I take a look at the phone.”

Killian nodded and handed the phone to him. “Can you fix it?” he asked hopefully.

The kind man looked over the phone and smiled. “This phone has had better days. Are you sure you don’t want to simply replace it?”

“On this phone, there is a very important message, one that can never be replaced, therefore neither can the phone.”

“Alright then, follow me to my office and we will see what we can do.” Killian followed the man to the back room.

“Please take a seat, Mr. Jones,” the manager offered as he found his own seat across from the singer. He took out his toolbox and inspected the device with care.

“These older boards are a bit tricky.” He removed the back door, then the battery and then a small board. He put a new one in its place. “Just give me one second here. Almost done.” A few clicks were heard and everything was back in its place. “Well, it's not much to look at it, but it should work just fine now.”

“So it's fixed?”

The man nodded, “I’ll give you a moment to check for yourself.”

“Thank you,” he let go of a breath he had no idea he was holding.

“March 5th, one saved message.

Hi, Killian... it's me, Emma…”

Grammy Award Winner Killian Jones was spotted earlier running around barefoot according to witnesses.

“Are you kidding me, Scarlet? You were supposed to keep an eye on him!”

“I know, and I was ma’am, but there are moments he needs privacy,” the man responded, “Miss Blanchard, my other line is ringing, it might be him.” He clicked over, ending the call with the petite publicist, to hear his confirmation.

“Scarlet, I need an espresso,” Killian’s booming voice echoed through the device.  

“Sir? How about some basic outerwear, like shoes?”

“Come again?”

“That jog of yours in your skivvies has been all over TV.”

“Miss Blanchard called several times, and she is not happy.”

“Scarlet how many times has she told you to call her MM? Besides, publicists love this stuff.”

“Sir, record labels do not, and they are not happy with you right now. Everyone is waiting for you to deliver these new songs.”

“I’m just dealing with some writer's block right now.” Killian’s voice lowered a little in disappointment as he fiddled with his recently repaired phone.

“I don’t know how long I can put them off. We have a meeting set with the label for next week.”

Killian lost focus on the conversation at hand as the reporter on his  TV began talking about an accident that had taken place on the I-95 that morning. "Thirty year old Robin Locksley, councilman of Storybrooke, Maine, was in critical but stable condition after a drunk driver hit his car. The drunk driver didn’t survive the impact. Mr. Locksley was swiftly transferred to Storybrooke Hospital.”

Killian stared at the TV; he felt a pull in his heart. He dashed out of the room and ended the call, leaving Mr. Scarlet talking to himself before he realized what had occurred. Sadly, he didn’t get very far.

Tiny was waiting for him outside his hotel room. “Sir, did you need anything?”

“Anton, I need an espresso. I was just going to go get one.”

“Try again,” he answered as he crossed his arms in disapproval.

“Tiny... Anton, I need to take care of something and it is best if I do it on my own. Please, get me a car and look the other way.” It was the imploring sound in his voice and desperate look in his eyes that did the big, bad, giant in.

“How about this Mr. Jones-”

“You can call me Killian, I don’t know why you and Scarlet insist on calling me, sir. You two have been with me long enough.”

“Okay, Killian, I will get a car ready for you, but you have to be back by the time the plane leaves for Colorado. That gives you roughly forty-eight hours.”

“I will be here. Thanks, mate,” he awkwardly hugged the man before he strode to the lobby of the hotel to find his car ready.

The drive to Storybrooke, Manie felt eternal as his driver tried to make small talk with him. They arrived outside Storybrooke Hospital.

“You can stop here and if you want to keep your job, I wouldn't tell anyone where I am.”

“Yes, sir.” The man quickly drove off.

Killian Jones was finally home.

Killian felt antsy as he entered the hospital, and immediately made a u-turn and exited. Outside the hospital, he contemplated going back inside to speak with one of the nurses, but he had stopped being family years ago.

Coming back was a mistake he realized too late. His driver was long gone, he was stranded in the small town.

He walked into the nearby church, deciding he might as well face his demons. The walk was short, and the small steps that led to the entrance of the Storybrooke Community Church mocked him. He took one step at a time. The door was wide open and once he was at the door he took a peek inside. The small white ligneous church contained what appeared to be the whole town. Some things never change. He shied away from the eyes of everyone but couldn’t stop himself from searching for blonde hair.

The deep familiar voice echoed from the altar centered in the middle of the small space. His brother was leading a prayer vigil for Robin.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

Shocked emerald eyes met his and she turned away quickly. She leaned towards a man that was still paying close attention to the Pastor’s words. From the angle, Killian couldn’t recognize the man that sat so intimately close to his Emma. He was a bloody fool thinking she had never moved on.

He stood at the entrance listening to his brother’s words and turned to make an exit, but instead simply fell unceremoniously to the steps.

The blonde haired man leaned in, “Emma, are you okay?”

“David, shh.”

Emma played with soft brown curls as the small girl paid rapt attention to the sermon.

David lightly nudged his sister. “Emma?”

“Honestly, David, You need to follow in your niece’s example and be quiet. I’ll tell you later.” She tried to maintain a calmness that she didn’t feel.

*8 years ago: Storybrooke Community Church*

Liam Jones was about to perform a very special wedding. He smiled at all the happy faces that filled the compact church.

He stood proudly at the entrance greeting his parishioners with a gentle smile.

“Ms. Bluestar, good afternoon. The wedding is about to start."

"It is such a lovely day for a wedding. I heard Killian's song on the radio today. You must be so proud."

"I'm proud for my little brother for many reasons but mostly because he is marrying an amazing woman and he is following his dreams. Our mother would be very proud of him. Now if you would please excuse me."

“Of course.” She nodded as she entered the church to find a seat.

His attention diverted to the older woman that was fast approaching him, gently smiling at him as she held onto her son. He greeted her with an embrace and a firm handshake for his old friend.  

"Liam, after today we will be officially family."

"Mrs. Nolan, we are all family here. Now, let me help you inside and watch Killian marry your Emma."

"No need for that dear, David here will guide me and you should call me Ruth."

Liam blushed a little, he understood her reasoning. Both families had been close for a long time and with the union of the youngest of each family. His mother had taught him manners and he would gladly honor her teachings.

He followed the Nolan's to the front of the church to their front row seats. "I will be right back, I'm going to go check and make sure everything is on schedule."

He walked towards the church choir’s practice room, which had been dubbed the "getting ready room."  

He knocked on the door and announced, "Ladies, 12 minutes." He heard some murmurs in confirmation. He headed back to his position. His brother should be arriving any minute now.

"Elsa, your boyfriend sure runs a tight ship," Marian playfully teased her friend.

The platinum blonde rolled her eyes. "He is not my boyfriend, we are just friends."

"Sure," they all said in unison.

"Besides today is about Emma here."

Ruby was doing the finishing touches to the bride's makeup. "Emma Nolan, you are about to become Emma Jones in minus twelve minutes or are you gonna hyphenate the name?"

Emma looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her white dress was fit for a princess. This was the happiest day of her life. She looked at her closest friends. "No, it will be  Emma Jones."

Elsa approached Emma. "Okay, let's put the veil on."

Emma sighed, "Okay. Let's do it. I'm getting married."

Ruby, Marian, and Elsa looked fondly at their friend.

A soft knock disrupted their moment.

Ruby opened the door. "David, come in."

"Thanks, Rubes. Ah, there she is, my little sister. I had no idea you could clean up like that. You look beautiful."

Emma rolled her eyes, "Oh, David."

"So, are you ready to be walked down the aisle by your charming big brother?"

"Is it really time?" she asked nervously.

"Almost. Are you ready for this?"

She released a sigh, "I'm ready."

"Ladies, you all look ravishing today," David charmed.

They were interrupted by an urgent knock on the door.

"I'll get it." Marian walked to the door and opened it.

Robin walked in. "Ladies, you all look beautiful, but no one will be upstaging the bride today. Emma, you look

absolutely amazing."

"Aw, thank you, Robin. Marian, I see why you like having him around."

"Uh, Marian?" Robin attempted subtly to get his love’s attention.

"Robin, is it time already?"

"Can Graham and I have a quick word with you, outside for a minute, please?"

"Sure. Ems, I'll be right back."

"Ruby, can you touch up her lipstick? Just a little more color."

"Sure."

Marian followed a nervous looking Robin outside. Once they reached Graham and were within whisper range he announced the news. "He is not coming." Graham nodded in agreement with Robin.

Marian looked into Robin’s eyes, "Who is not coming?"

"Killian, he is not coming," Robin confirmed.

Marian stole a glance inside the room, wondering how she was going to tell her friend the news?

Emma looked at Elsa as Ruby grabbed the lipstick, "Do you think everything's okay?"

"I'm sure it is. This is your special day."

Marian came back inside followed by Emma and Killian’s closest friends.

"Marian, what is going on? Is Killian okay?" Concerned filled Emma’s voice.

"He is fine. He's just... He's not coming, sweetie. I'm so sorry, Emma."

"What do you mean he is not coming?" Emma asked as she looked at her friends. “Is this a joke, cause it’s not funny.”

David closed the distance to his sister and grabbed her hand softly to comfort her. "We're going to be here for you."

The rest of the room agreed. "Yes, we're here for you, we love you."

Emma's face fell once the reality of her situation sunk in. She stood in disbelief, he wasn’t coming, she wasn’t enough. She was unable to stop the tears from shedding and ruining her perfectly made up face.

*Storybrooke Community Church: Present*

The vigil was over and everyone was getting up to leave. Emma didn’t move. David held her hand and gently squeezed. “Hey, is everything okay?”

She sniffled as she looked at her little one patiently waiting for them to get up and leave.

“David, Killian’s here.”

“What?” He looked around for the man that broke his little sister’s heart.

“David, can you take Hope to the car, please?”

“Just leave him be, Emma. Don’t be stubborn. If anything I should be the one going to give him a firm talking to.”

“David you are my brother, not my father. I just need to say a few things to him.”

“Fine, but I don’t like it. Hopey, come here little one.”

Hope’s bright blue eyes met her uncle’s and she extended her hand to him. They exited the church via the back exit next to the office after their goodbyes to Uncle Liam.

Emma was the last to exit and she noticed Killian was nowhere in sight. Her stomach dropped for a moment as she continued to browse the area, then her attention landed on the man that was casually leaning on the trunk of the large oak tree across the street. She crossed the street quickly.

Killian straightened himself out when he realized she was coming his way. He was distracted by her neverending beauty. God, was she that breathtaking all those years ago? She finally reached him, and he was about to say something, anything… but he is cut off by her fist. The breath left his mouth forcefully as her fist connected with his stomach so hard he doubled over.

Writhing on the ground, Killian looked up searching for Emma, but only saw the pastor instead. “Hello brother,” he said.

"Hello, little brother."

"It's younger brother."

"She got you good and I can't say it is not well deserved. I knew there was a reason I always liked her."

Killian glared at him as he got on his feet.

"Killian, come on, let's go home."

The two brothers walked towards Liam's beat up, blue truck.

"So how long are you here for?" The elder Jones tried to make small talk as the youngest stared out the window. The quick drive to their childhood home reminded him how much things were the same.

"Your old room is still available."

"Thanks Liam, had a long day. Good night."

Liam stood as he watched his brother disappear to his childhood bedroom and close the bedroom door. Liam proceeded to have a light dinner as he thought of the day’s events. He was happy to have his brother back, and he hoped he was truly back, but at first glance it was obvious his brother had to be reminded of life in a small town. Here was just Killian, not a superstar.

Shamelessly tagging everyone I can think of:

@searchingwardrobes @hookedonapirate @ilovemesomekillianjones @profdanglaisstuff @revanmeetra87 @seriouslyhooked @mayquita @stophookingatmeswan @snowbellewells @kmomof4  @branlovestowrite @optomisticgirl @let-it-raines @lenfaz  @gingerchangeling @darkcolinodonorgasm @daxx04 @jennjenn615  @lizacstuff @lassluna @xemmaloveskillianx @xhookswenchx   @kymbersmith-90  @peglegsjones @shireness-says @courtorderedcake