#gold fiddle

[kittenfangirl20]

*Charlie and Cain sneak to the human world in human disguises*

Charlie: You think this plan will work.

Cain: Yes, we just have to find where they keep that thing.

Charlie: I heard that after Johnny died, it was put in a museum.

Cain: Well this mission got a lot more interesting.

*the pair arrived at the museum after asking residents of the state of Georgia, inside a display case was a beautiful shiny fiddle made of pure gold, the one Lucifer used was just painted gold, but it wasn’t the same, there was even a painting of the famous fiddle duel between Lucifer and Johnny, but the artist who wasn’t there made Lucifer look more like Satan than what he really looked like*

Charlie: Dad never liked that so many people got him and Satan confused. So how are we going to get it back?

Cain: I need a distraction.

Charlie: Ok.

*Charlie gathers the museum guests and workers together while singing The Devil Went Down to Georgia while Cain used his lock pick to open the case and get the gold fiddle out and replace it with the painted one that Lucifer had been using and he shoved it in the bag, Charlie ran over after singing*

Charlie: So?

Cain: Mission accomplished, your dad will have his beloved fiddle back for Father’s Day.

*Charlie got excited as she made a portal back to Hell and the pair jumped in, the museum found out that the famous golden fiddle of the devil was gone and everyone started freaking out saying that demons came to reclaim the gold fiddle for their boss*

[askapplepie24]

Lucifer do you know the story of how you lost your golden fiddle to a child? Is it real?

If so, please tell your side of the story

Lucifer: Yes, it actually happened and my side is basically the same as the story goes, I heard Johnny was a talented fiddler and I wanted to challenge him. If he won he got my gold fiddle and if I won, I got his soul. That kid was amazingly talented and got my fiddle. But when he died and ascended to Heaven after a very long life, I got my gold fiddle back.

[docs-spicy-shitpost-shack]

[fantasykiri5]

Fabian Seacaster, Maximum Legend that you are

[starcurtain]

I have this small, deeply personal headcanon that after his grandmother's passing, Alhaitham's home was so unbearably quiet that he started--just barely, just one or two words--to speak out loud to her as if she was still there.

"I've been accepted to the Akademiya, Grandmother."

"I passed my promotion exams."

"I debated with Haravatat's sage."

Just that, and quiet again.

But one day, it's: "I met someone strange."

"He keeps showing up when I'm trying to study."

"We don't agree on anything. Still..."

"I made a friend."

"Today, Kaveh and I were researching--"

"It's already dark. I didn't realize we spent so long in Razan Garden. Kaveh wanted to hear about my article--"

"He's going to be furious when I tell him the whole point for his portion of the lecture is based on a false predicate--"

The house where his grandmother used to be gets a little louder again; the noise lasts a little longer.

Until one day, when there's no words at all.

One day, when there's just the sound of a single sob, and then a long, long silence.

[wysteriaisapenguin]

Here comes a special artfight attack for @bruhstation

It's Casa Tidmouth's #1 Boi, Thomas A. Billington!

[ray-desoleil]

[horrorshow]

I'm sure of it.

Sam + physical touch for #stevanaweek

[corvusalbus93]

Fiddle-Contest!

[cltclgcy]

* . . . smash the heart for a starter or for finleigh to invade your inbox !!!

[stcries]

wanted to try making a new border completely from scratch, what do we think? featuring the newest bastard on the muse list.

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

Well it finally happened, after a week "Hazbin Hotel" is no longer on top 9 trending. However Lucifer is #1 on trending and there's this so that's good

[mo-ok]

necklace wearing sentai/pr characters most likely to nervously fiddle with their jewelry:

[wayfaringjedi]

R E D & G O L D

[errantsouls]

“A bridge. Throw yourself.” @ papa — shit i heard at college ( accepting ) / @loyaltyson

" That was rude. Wow. Who taught you manners? " He chews on that thought for a moment, makes a show of it, makes a show of realization. " Oh, right, right. " He tchs his tongue, disappointed, and exhales a theatrical sigh, gaze shifting skyward as though begging for help. " The one who had to be taught not to bring his flaming sword to the dinner table, giving lessons in manners. Wonderful. "

[a1teruniverse]