So One Of My Outlets Went Out And I Was Trying To Do That Thing Where You Flip The Switch To Reset The

So one of my outlets went out and I was trying to do that thing where you flip the switch to reset the breaker on it. Cuz sometimes that works but it wasn't.

And I said OUTLOUD

"I need someone who is better at Redstone to look at this."

[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.

Hi!🦌📻

I just wanted to say that this is a really sad attemp at animation, if you can even call it that (?) jsjjsjsj, IDK nothing about it, i just started to learn a thing or two, or at least thats what im trying to do💀 i know i overdid the details too, but anyways i like to try new things and animation* has been on my mind for a while🫶🏻 ,so thats about it, ❤️‍🩹 thank you so much if you took the time to read this ❤️‍🩹

His Blue Serge

Chapter 3:

When Vaggie finally gave up on pounding on the door, and just stormed into Charlie's chambers, she was shocked to find she wasn’t there. The space was much more impressive than their previously shared room. Closer to Lucifer's suite than the other residents, Charlie's room consisted of multiple rooms. The former hotel was a much less grand affair, each room simply being a guestroom that had been turned into the generic affair of plain beds and a nightstand. In the new hotel, each room had an attached bathroom, some with little entryways that held counters and sinks for residents to place their own appliances. That was what Vaggie currently had. Charlie, on the other hand, had more like a mini apartment. The entry room with the coat rack and shoe bench led to a fairly empty- yet still elegant sitting room.

There was no TV, but a large plush couch and some love seats, all perfect for snuggling up after a long day and reading a book, or just enjoying the peace. To the side was a covered desk, papers in stacks surrounding it. Large windows looked out to the front of the hotel over Pentagram City, and only after taking a step into the room did Vaggie realize the windows were truly French doors. A feature surely carried over from the former hotel, Charlie's balcony that allowed her to view her Kingdom.

Through a large archway a small kitchenette and a small parlor set, papers cover that surface as well, along with a few mugs. Vaggie didn’t get the chance to venture further in. Just as she was about to call out for Charlie, looking for the door that would lead to the bedroom, a set of hands wrapped around her shoulders.

“Ah- ah- ah…” Drew out the filtered voice. Instinctively Vaggie shot out her wings to push the assailant and give her distance, summoning her spear to her hand.

While her wings didn’t make contact with anything, the hands let go, and she swiveled to face the one who startled her. Of course, there was no one standing where she would have expected, and she narrowed her eyes in search.

“Ahem,” Alastor coughed from one of the loveseats, his red attire sticking out on the white fabric and instantly drawing Vaggies eye. “You know, It is quite rude to trespass into someone’s personal space like this.” He examined his nails, surely as sharp as ever.

Vaggie snarled but retracted her spear nonetheless. “You’re one to talk,” she growled. “What are you doing in Charlie's room?” Her stance held strong even as the radio demon dispersed in a film of shadow and reappeared right in front of her, closer than would be comfortable. She pulled her spear across her chest, a form of barrier between her and the Radio Demon.

“You know!” He laughed, ”I was about to ask you the same thing.” He leaned down into her face, hands clasping behind his back as his smile grew ever wider. “I was under the impression she wanted nothing to do with you.”

Vaggie repositioned her spear, aiming it at his face as he backed up into another chair, becoming eye level with her. “Where is she?” His being here, in Charlie's space, that only spelled trouble.

“Now why in Hell’s great realm would you need to know that?” Alastor asked as he completely ignored the spear nearly scraping his nose as the angel looked down at him. She stepped closer, holding the spear the same distance from him as she puffed up her wings.

“She’s my girlfriend! Now tell me!”

“Oh?” The lights dimmed, static filling the air as Alastor leaned forward into her spear, forcing her to pull it back to avoid pricking his face. As much as she hated this prick, she wasn’t going to hurt him unless he moved first. It would just upset Charlie. “I hadn’t noticed. You know, with her evading you at all opportunities.” He laughed as Vaggie’s wing folded up over her ears, giving away her insecurities where her face would not.

“With how she is, what was it? D o n e .” The lights flickered, and his yellow teeth and red eyes were all that were visible within those few seconds. “Surely she made it clear that she did not want your company.” The lights came back on as Vaggie withdrew her spear, holding it close to her once more as her wings betrayed how small she truly felt. They curled up even further over her shoulders and shadowed her pensive face.

Alastor leaned on his palm, fully reclining in the chair as he smiled victoriously at Vaggie. “Well dear, she isn’t here. But I do recommend you give her space.” Shadows swallowed him up, and before he fully dissipated, he finished, “Something seems to be stressing our dear princess out these days. I wonder what it could be.”

Alastor returned to his tower. It wasn’t much unlike Charlie’s in that it was more like an apartment than a hotel room. It was darker in style though. If Alastor was forced to explain the style of his suite, he’d probably say a cross of dark academia- with large bookshelves and many nooks and crannies one could park themselves on and be comfortable- and a New Orleans Voodoo museum. Scattered all around on his shelves were bottles of elixir, and only he knew the effects each would have. Boxes of herbs and a few shrunken heads.

When he was alive, he and his mother were avid practitioners of Voodoo-Catholicism. Most of it was just rituals or spiritual healing, but he found that in the afterlife, there were practical applications of some of the skills he carried with him. For example, the tea that he had been drinking before his little excursion, the very same that he had shared with Charlie.

His mother had whispered incantations of healing over them, to reset the spirit and aid with the physical symptoms of spiritual unrest. He continued this habit and found that while it wasn’t the most effective in healing large wounds, it helped with the aches that remained after receiving them. Better than any narcotic without unnecessary inhibitions. It truly did help with the tension that followed the scar that dragged from his shoulder to hip across his chest.

He may have been hiding away in his suite more often until the vulnerability remedies itself, but it’s not as if the potentially fatal blow was nothing he couldn’t bounce back from.

And poor Charlie, she had half a cup, and he had hardly begun to conjure a somnolent charm before she practically fainted on the couch. It spoke volumes about the true amount of stress she was feeling. As the Hotelier, he did his part in making sure she could truly take her much-needed break. After finishing off the last of the pot, he snuck through the main staff office and tried to put together a proper way to check in for their guests. Before they had simply moved their stuff into an empty room, which was fine for all of the two residents, but they would need to be a bit more thorough if even half the cannibals trying to check in now were committed.

Lucifer didn’t venture far from his suite often since the battle. Most trips necessary were negated by summoning whatever he needed, but the issue was that there had to be something already in existence in order to summon it. Now that most of his supplies from his old work room were gone, he took a trip out into the main area of the hotel.

Of course, he could conjure something, but that takes energy. He hadn’t been out in a minute anyway. Most of his trips were to show Charlotte what he had made or been tinkering with. He decided to involve her more after that one conversation. She had said he inspired her, and it seemed like a good start to try and build their bond back up.

He couldn’t find her though. He knew her rooms- which he had insisted on! A Princess having one of those- those cells! That the Sinners stayed in was just not it. Not cool. Not… Just not where a Princess should stay! What was he doing?

Right! Charlotte's rooms were close to his. Not on the same floor, but on the same side of the building. He thought. He might have walked right past them and not known. In fact- he walked right past them. He was sure of it. He knew because Charlotte’s room was not on the main floor. Lingering sinners, some of those dark-eyed sharp-toothed fellows had taken to lounging in the lobby. Some were scattered about and nodded to him politely.

Oh shit. He had been noticed. Acknowledged. He didn’t want to look like he was lost, he helped build this place for Dad’s sake! He squared his shoulders and took casual steps towards the front doors. If needed, he could just walk out and portal back up to his room. But he still hadn’t seen Charlotte yet! Forget whatever stupid thing he wanted before, now he just wanted to check on her. Partly because he didn't remember the exact material he was looking for- but partly because he loves his daughter and the whole point of him staying in this (admittedly tasteful and improved) Damn Hotel was to be closer to her!

He almost stumbled, almost, when he saw the bar sitting nestled in the front of the lobby. Supposedly it was also supposed to function as a reception, but this place was huge, they could put the bar anywhere. Seems silly to stick it right there. On the other hand- Booze! That can be where he was pretending to have been intending to have been wanting- wait, what do you call what he’s doing?

Getting a drink! Doesn’t matter what he may have been doing, to look like the super legit and serious king he was, he just would stride up to the front desk bar thing!

Billy- no that’s not his name. That's a stupid name. Howard? That’s not right either. The kitty cat with wings was grumbling behind the desk/bar as he slowly restocked the shelf behind him. He flinched at the clinking of the bottles together. Clearly, Husker had a hangov-

“HUSKER!” The King happily exclaimed as he walked right into and fell over the bar. He knocked down the stacked crates that held cheap liquor and stopped himself on Husker's knee. The poor sinner, now he had a hangover and a sore knee. He held his head in one hand and steadied Lucifer, still balanced on the knocked-over crates.

“Sooo-” He said, limp against the sinner's knee as he casually picked up one of the bottles he had knocked over. “Long night? Or day? I don’t know what time it is.” In response, he got a loud groan, and in sympathy, he passed the bottle over to the sinner. He needed it more than him.

Eventually, Lucifer was at a proper spot at the bar. Which was actually to the side of the check-in desk. The check-in desk was much shorter than where the seats were pushed in, which explains how his short ass was able to easily fall over it. Or maybe he was just taller than the average checking-in sinner. Yeah, let’s go with that one!

Husker was already halfway through the bottle he had retrieved and was surprisingly refreshing to talk to. He either didn’t care that Lucifer was the literal ruler and all-powerful leader of the realm, or he was just too inebriated to care or notice who he was talking to. Of course, the conversation wasn't easy to follow with all of Husker’s mumbling and swearing. But Lucifer was happy to sit and nod along as he casually held his glass of Washington Apple.

“And I was just fucking minding my own business! I don’t even know who to blame for waking me up!” Husker seemed to easily reverse the roles of the therapeutic bartender. “Can’t a man just have a single moment of peace!”

Lucifer happily sipped on his drink, careful not to embarrass himself by scowling at the burn. He was happy to let his mind wander once more until Husker scoffed and turned away from the bar.

“Here comes a headache.” He popped another bottle open against the shelf, leaving a scuff.

“Are you still drinking!?” Charlie’s girlfriend demanded as she stormed up to the bar, holding her spear towards the floor as she stomped towards them. Lucifer raised an eyebrow. She had her spear out? Her angelic spear? Those hurt. For sure, he doesn’t pity who she would aim it at. Wait, why is she aiming it at anyone?

“Is there trouble, Maggie?” He asked, placing his glass down firmly, rising from the chair as he looked around for the danger. She quickly realized why he was worried, and let the spear disperse.

“We’re all good! Sorry, Your Majesty.” She took a deep breath and wiped her sweaty hands on her skirt. It was so cute! Her little uniform. He should get a uniform, then He could match Charlie and her little girlfriend. “Just got spooked by a pest, is all.”

Lucifer wondered where the scary little person was, she was in charge of that right? She was always chasing… Something or the other! Maybe she was already on it! Speedy little thing.

Turning back to the angelic girl, He had just an absolute genius idea! “Say, Vinnie,” He started.

“Uh- Vaggie, Sir.”

“Uh-huh. Where is my Char Char? I’d love to see my little Apple Gal-ette.” He moved from behind the chair and put his hands on his knees. “Get it! Gal -ette? Galette? I- you know what I’m hilarious.” Lucifer straightened up and summoned his apple-topped cane to lean on. “So where is she?”

Vaggie’s eye hardened as she cast it downward. Isn’t it weird that her wings healed and her eye didn’t? Surely it is in her power as an angel to heal that right up. “I don’t know. She doesn’t really want to talk to me right now.” Oh, too bad. He’ll just have to keep searching on his own. Surely he won’t miss her rooms on the way back up. He didn’t see Vaggie sigh in relief when he shrugged and strutted past her back towards the stairs.

While Lucifer waved at the friendly cannibals on his way back up, Husker gave Vaggie an irritated, yet sympathetic look. She sat down instead of continuing to scold him for drinking. Husk had a feeling the girls were over for good, and a good bartender let his patrons vent.

Sorry for the weird gaps between paragraphs. It's like that from the google doc and I can't be bothered to fix it

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Okay but there should be an episode where Lucifer uses his magic to give everyone a human form for a mission on earth or smth idk