#mauks writing

[dyslexicmammon]

Unwanted

Characters: Lucifer (Obey me!), Solomon (Obey me!) [not together]

CW// SFW, Angst ig? Yelling, Implied Lucifer x Mc, Implied Solomon x Mc, Nightbringer MC/attendant MC, You/Your pronouns used

A/N: Hiii~ I haven't written something in ages and I literally cannot remember how this drabble came about but, here you go. I couldn't find a way to end it because for me, Solomon is very hard to write for/about. The ending is open to add onto if you would like! uhhh idk what else to add. I'm gonna try and write more of my ideas since I'm having a hard time with art atm. Again this is just a short drabble lol

Chapter 2 / Ao3 / Divider Credit

“Here's some food Lucifer, you haven’t eaten all day and I’m worried- '' You were cut off by a groan. Lucifer rubbed his brow and with disdain in his voice “If I was hungry I would have come down to eat at the agreed times. I don’t need you out of all people to worry about me. Leave.” He touches his tongue with his gloved hand then goes to turn the page of the documents he’s currently working on, not daring to look up from his work. 

Tears well up in your eyes as you place the well-prepared food you had made for the ungrateful Avatar of Pride down on his desk. On your way out you accidentally slam his study door behind you. You suddenly get a ping on your D.D.D, with its familiar and expected buzz you knew it was Solomon “I’m waiting outside ❤ ️”. You begin to move away from Lucifer's study, sighing and clutching your D.D.D to your chest. You hear a faint call of your name from behind the door. Ignoring it, you begin to make your exit. 

The tears are having a hard time staying in as they desperately roll down your cheeks. In the main hall you spot Mammon and Beel who were talking about dinner. Desperately trying to go unrecognised by them you begin to walk further to the left of the hall you were now sharing. “Where do ya think you’re going mc??” Mammon reaches out to grab your arm. Without thinking you pull away, only sniffling in response. “Yeah we haven’t had dinner yet” Beel says with a sympathetic half smile. Wiping your tears aside and in a shaky voice you apologise to the hungry demon. Looking at him, hoping to see that compassionate smile you once knew from your long nights hanging out and eating snacks. Only to be met with a faint smile from the gluttonous demon.

Mammon laughs nervously, feeling the tension in the air then announces “It's okay Beel! We don’t need some attendant taking care of us! We got this!” and giving his brother a slap on the back. Feeling unwelcome from the 2 oldest brothers' attitude you pick up your pace once again and head straight for the front door. A couple moments pass or faint grumbles from both demons until you hear the Avatar of Greed as he runs and reaches for your hand “Hey! You haven’t had dinner yet either!”. Unable to hold back the tears anymore, a steady stream begins to trail down your face as you start crying uncontrollably. “You said it yourself! You can cook yourself and your brother's dinner just fine. You can also clean up after yourself. You don’t need me! so let go Mammon!” You had never raised your voice at any of them before. After pulling yourself free from his grasp, you exclaim “Solomon is taking me out to dinner & I have to go. Not that you people care if I’m here or not. Oh and don’t bother cooking for Lucifer either.” Suddenly looking up at the banister, like he had control over your body you noticed the demon himself. Trying to hide the panic in your eyes you wipe away your tears and swiftly begin your descent upon the front door once more, ready to brace the elements. “Have a nice night.” you say, your voice cracking a little before slamming the door behind you. 

With the tension seemingly broken by the wooden door now between you and the avatars the tears flow harder than ever before and the air becomes heavy in your lungs. That's when you hear light human footsteps rushing towards you. Solomon was now staring in shock. With his face merely inches away from your own. He quickly but gently wraps his arms around you and holds the back of your head. “Oh my, Mc what's happened? Why are you upset?” Responding to his touch, your arms snake around his chest as you wail into his shoulder. Hearing the demons on the other side fast approaching, he picks you up and casts a shield spell to protect you and silence the yells of a certain white haired demon.  

“Let's get you out of here my love, our date can wait” he quickly begins to escort you away from the HOL. You can hear faint yells from what you assume to be the brothers calling your name...

[bramblepurr]

two hot hot demons… lets goooooo!!! more characters coming soon :)) working on a page like this for guy and likely lasko after!! and of course.. random doodles that aren’t character pages like this :)) once again.. peep the playlists and id headcanons teehee

[ id: two digital art character pages, one of vega and another of gavin, both from redacted audio. ]

fuller character desc ids here

[latenightsleuth]

Chuckie Mauk Jr - UNSOLVED MURDER 1986

(Image: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13366202/charles-b-mauk )

Article below from Macon.com:

Childhood friend offers $100,000 reward in 1986 slaying of 13-year-old in Warner Robins

BY BECKY PURSER MAY 24, 2020 08:00 AM

Chuckie Mauk SPECIAL TO THE TELEGRAPH

WARNER ROBINS

The unsolved murder of 13-year-old Chuckie Mauk in 1986 still haunts childhood friend Jason Cranford.

“The night he was shot, we’d all been riding our bicycles jumping this rail he’d built,” said Cranford, who now lives in Colorado. “I probably saw him about 30 minutes before he got shot.

“We were all riding our bicycles home. We split ways. I went to my house, and he went to the store,” he said.

Chuckie, a gregarious, blue-eyed teenager, was found face down in a pool of blood near that neighborhood grocery store where he’d ridden his bicycle to get some candy and gum about 8:15 p.m. Feb. 17, 1986. The gum and the store receipt were still in his hand.

“He got shot and a few minutes later, a couple of my other friends knocked on my bedroom window and told me what happened,” Cranford said.

On the anniversary of Chuckie’s death earlier this year, Cranford said he was deeply touched by a Facebook posting about Chuckie by another childhood friend.

That post, coupled with the fact that Cranford now has a 13-year-old son of his own, motivated Cranford to reconnect with nearly 30 childhood friends who also were shaken by Chuckie’s killing.

They agreed that something had to be done, and Cranford, who had the means, said he decided to offer up a $100,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of the killer.

Cathy Miller, Chuckie’s mom, connected Cranford with Fox News host and Macon native Nancy Grace, who launched her new show “Crime Stories with Nancy Grace” on Fox Nation earlier this year with an episode about the slaying.

Grace connected Cranford with CSI Atlanta, which created a reward fund with the $100,000 Cranford fronted, and established a tip line to ferret through information and relay that to Houston County sheriff’s investigators.

“I would like to find out who did it because Cathy Miller, Chuck’s mom, is getting older now, and we would really like to see her get some peace with this before she passes away,” Cranford said. “And the other issue is all the kids that lived in that neighborhood — there’s close to 30 of us — and it scarred all of us for life.

“We were never the same after that. It was all of our first experiences with death ... It’s something we’ve never forgotten our whole lives. So, I’d like to give all the kids in that neighborhood peace, too; satisfaction,” he said.

Cranford became fast friends with Chuckie in the third grade at Russell Elementary School. They were also in school together at Warner Robins Junior High School.

“He was great,” Cranford said. “He was probably the best BMX bicycle rider in our neighborhood.

“He was just fearless. He’d jump any ramp. He’d dirt jump. He was a just a brave little kid,” Cranford said.

Chanda Burch, whose Facebook post moved Cranford, said Chuckie was the first person she met as a new student in the fourth-grade at Russell Elementary School. They were also in the same junior high school.

“This was the kind of boy he was: He would walk me home from school every day and my house was a lot further than his house, and he’d walk me home and then he walked back to his house,” Burch said. “We would stop at the corner store and he would buy me a blow pop every day.”

They were childhood sweethearts.

“Back then, we didn’t have technology. So, we were always writing notes to each other, and he kept every note that I wrote him,” Burch said.

He kept those notes in his bedroom in a big jar that he later hid because he didn’t want his mom to read them, Burch said. But where they were hidden is unknown.

She, Cranford, other childhood friends and Chuckie’s mother were among those featured in the “Crime Stories with Nancy Grace” episode.

“It’s something that we’ve all been living with for 30-something years and we couldn’t do anything as children,” Burch said. “We were helpless. There’s nothing you could do, and we didn’t know what to do.

“And now, we’re older, we feel like like if the community could get together to keep pushing, and hopefully pushing the cops to do something, or just somebody to speak up and finally say something. It’s been so long. And it would just be beneficial and kind of therapeutic for everybody if we could just figure this out and do something, bring this person to justice,” she said.

The CSI Atlanta tip line can be reached by phone at 404-325-4646, or by email at CSIATLANTA@cbs46.com.

(Image: https://www.crimeonline.com/2020/04/21/chuckie-mauk-will-newly-discovered-details-crack-case-of-little-leaguer-gunned-down-after-buying-bubble-gum/ )

[spark-hearts2]

can mauke..... shredded cheese

which fandom shall I shred? yum

will write one k, k?

🪤

Put out food to lure people into the fandom im in so they can cook for me

[marymauk]

Another fire fic rattling around in my head is about Cad at the Blooming Grove during that week in ep 141. It exists as a few scattered paragraphs in my wip document and I don't expect to finish it anytime soon. I'm calling it "Water Damage"

The title refers to how the water that put the fire out warped cabinets and ruined paper things in the house. It's about having complicated contradictory feelings about family, and coming home, and change, and yeah, a bit about fire.

"What about you?" Caleb asked.

"Oh me?" Caduceus smiled lightly, "I'm just fine." 

(Narrator voice: He was not fine.)

[thevividgreenmoss]

It is one of the ironies of history that the Marxist and indeed non-Marxist Left has, today of all times at the beginning of this historical epoch, moved the furthest away from the concrete Marxian critique of value or of the objectivity of value, and is starting to lose what trace it had of the recollection of the objectivity of the capitalist contradiction, and is even beginning to conceive the new technological revolution as an overpowering increase of power and the potential final consolidation of capital, rather than as the beginning of its objective demolition. An essential theoretical foundation of this grotesque misunderstanding is the failure to retain in the concept of productive labor the distinction between material production and the production of value, between the immediate labor of production and directly social labor. If Marx’s reference to “science as immediate productive force” is misunderstood to mean that science itself produces value, a misunderstanding that can only be based on a failure to escape the value fetish, then every new stage in the scientification of production must certainly seem to be a moment of the immortalization and consolidation of the process of the abstraction of value.2

While traditional Marxism had hardly touched on the problem, the New Left unfurled the question of scientification in precisely the opposite way. Michael Mauke, who was much read in the early stages of the 1968 movement, thus argued: “The shift from immediate to mediated activities has the effect that technical and scientific labor directly ‘produces surplus-value for the capitalist or serves the self-valorization of capital,’ that is to say it becomes productive labor in the capitalist sense.”3

Habermas expresses this misunderstanding even more clearly when he writes:

With the advent of large-scale industrial research, science, technology, and industrial utilisation were fused into a system. [...] Thus technology and science become a leading productive force, rendering inoperative the conditions for Marx’s labor theory of value[!]. It is no longer meaningful to calculate the amount of capital investment in research and development on the basis of unskilled (simple) labor power, when scientific-technical progress has become an independent source of surplus-value, in relation to which the only source of surplus-value considered by Marx, namely the labor power of the immediate producers, plays an ever smaller role.4

It is writ large in the face of such proclamations that for them value has congealed into a fetish concept — but this is precisely the matter on which the Left, and Habermas with it, has failed fundamentally to reflect. These circumstances prove only that the New Left as a whole shares Habermas’s fetishization of value, and that their theory and their political goals have never moved beyond this fetish, that is to say that their critique of the “traditional” workers’ movement has not begun to touch on the decisive question. This becomes clear at the very latest when it is seen that the only critique of the “science as a productive force” theorem came from the K-Gruppen, which relied on a set of concepts that had lapsed to the petrified proletkult of the Third International.5 In the very few pertinent comments from this source the problem is approached no less wrongly than by Mauke and Habermas, but merely the other way around: their insistence that science as a productive force creates no value (which is certainly by no means a result of theoretical derivation, but remains a merely dogmatic assertion of faith) thus appears immediately identical with the finding that science accordingly cannot be an immediate productive force even with respect to material production, but at most a concern that is external to the process of production.

This formulation (as well as that of Mauke, Habermas, and others that are apparently opposed to it) remains, absurdly, aconceptually and without any analytical differentiation, wedded to that historical identity of material production and the production of value which experiences a moment of real suspension precisely by capitalism’s secular movement. But their respective consequences are just as opposed as their evaluations. For Habermas, at least, and the whole intellectual sphere of the Frankfurt School and indeed of the left-wing academic socialists, the result — sometimes sooner, sometimes later — was the path to obsolescence of the revolutionary subject of the working class, instead of the obsolescence of exchange value, and thus a shallow reformism on the basis of the valorization of value, presumably immortalized by means of science as a productive force. Conversely, for the K-Gruppen the result was once again clothed in the burlesque intellectual garb of Stalinist proletkult, hanging to the naïve pride in his labor of the immediate producer who boasts that he creates all value, instead of palpably abolishing value.

Robert Kurz, The Crisis of Exchange Value: Science as Productive Force; Productive Labor; and Capitalist Reproduction

[papermoonloveslucy]

MANIKINS ENTER MOVIES

July 24, 1933

Manikins (aka mannequins) implies that the girls were chosen for their looks, not their talents.  Indeed some reports called the seven ‘poster girls’ because most of them, including Lucille Ball, were familiar faces from appearing as models on posters for various products.  Casting New York-based models was a publicity ploy by Goldwyn. The press followed the seven familiar faces on their cross-country journey to Tinseltown. 

Katherine (aka Katharine) Mauk was born in Texas, and came to New York City to write about Broadway, becoming a performer in the process. Her first role was in the revival of Florenz Ziegfeld’s Show Boat. She was then chosen to be in the chorus of Earl Carroll’s Vanities when she was convinced to go West for Roman Scandals. After that she did only one more film, Hell Cat in 1934.  Mauk appeared in posters and print ads for Lucky Strike Cigarettes as well as a brand of chewing gum.  

Rosalie Fromson started as a secretary, before moving to New York to work at the Hollywood Restaurant.  She was a poster girl for Pond’s cold cream. Her only film was Roman Scandals. 

Mary Lange was successful model and a Ziegfeld girl, before she was invited to Hollywood to become a Goldwyn girl. Her husband was a marketing executive for Standard Oil.  Roman Scandals was her 3rd of 15 films, 4 of which were with Lucille Ball.

Vivian Keefer was born in 1909 in New York City. She was the poster girl for Listerine!  Roman Scandals was the first of her 5 films, 4 of which were with Lucille Ball.

Barbara Pepper was the poster girl for Gotham Hosiery. Scandals was her screen debut, but would go on to appear in hundreds of films and television shows, including episodes of “I Love Lucy”. She became best known for playing Florence Ziffel on the TV series “Green Acres.”

Theo Phane (aka Theo Plane) was a shoe model who only did one film.

Lucille Ball (aka Diane Belmont) was the Chesterfield cigarette girl and a model for Hattie Carnegie. She had been fired from the chorus of Ziegfeld’s Rio Rita. 

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 18.10.20 lb

too tired to cap/upload/format, so y'all have to just make do with this mostly-text rant today.

i honestly canot stop laughing at kabir's face at this passionate defence of vansh riddhima is giving.

is it siya again who's spying on riddhima? i don't think so, coz the pov height is too high. they kinda made the pov from a lower angle in the previous two "spying" scenes.

sis indirectly broke up with him. she didn't say the actual words but that's pretty much what she's saying.

hahahahaha hung up on him too.

oh. it was mummy who was spying on riddhima.

why do mummy and kabir get shocked every three days discovering that riddhima's in love with vansh? every time they treat it like they realized it for the firssssst time.

how many times do these ppl do aarti a day???? didn't riddhima already do aarti like half an hour back, now dadi is doing it again.

chunri sambhaaal gori, udi chaliiii jaaye re!

idhar vansh is still lamenting rishte mein bharosa issues and honestly dude, this is just beating a dead horse.

at least he realises that he's being an egotistic dumbass.

“maine iss rishte ko bohut mauke de diye siya, lekin ab main zindagi ke uss maqam pe khada hoon jahan mujhe ek faisla karna hoga.”

lmao what mauke????? what the fuckkkkkkk mauke, my man??? literally list one mauka you've given it. go on, i'm waiting.

siya is like oh lord, what you gonna do. #same

wayward chunri flew all the way outta the house and has managed to lead riddhima on a decent evening walk, all the way to some godown with a statue. i'm guessing it's ragini's? it's proportions are way outta whack and it looks veryyyyy strange.

where is the back of her head???????/

now she's standing here and talking to the bloody statue saying she'll get ragini justice and having flashbacks of moments with vansh WHILE SHE'S LATE FOR THE AARTI SIS HONESTLY WHAT EVEN IS YOUR FUCKING BRAIN

lmao mummy and siya rolled in to the aarti without alerting anyone.

meanwhile riddhima finds a memory card under the statue. ah yes, coz a damp spot under a statue in a dankass storeroom is where you should keep digital storage devices.

i hope vansh planted it there to play this dumbass. i really hope so.

she finallllllllllllyyyy showed up at the aarti. when it's bloody over.

lol mummy is like “shukar hai tum prakat ho gayi, warna main toh soch rahi thi ki tum kahin jasoosi kar rahi thi.” kabir and mummy are honestly The Most Relatable in this show wrt dealing with riddhima.

again, yet another thing she's decided she's not gonna tell vansh. DUDE YOU JUSTTTTTTTTT RESOLVED TO COME CLEAN WITH HIM, LIKE LITERALLY HALF AN HOUR AGO. my goddddddd, this idiotttt girlllllllll.

fwding the ishani angre nonsense.

sis decided to NOT to use vansh's laptop in the previous scene, and now here she is, trying to get into his laptop by guessing his password. i just... smh.

lmao she's literally chanting JAI MATA DIIIIIIIII and typing in one last attempt.

ofc the password was his mom's name. (painting waali. not trishul waali.)

most unrealistic thing here is that he doesn't have any other media player installed and apparently uses the suckyass default windows player. AS IF.

video of a chick (i'm guessing this is ragini?) begging for her life taken from bhind a person who has a gun in their hand.

meanwhile gangsta hubs is taking karwats in neend. idk how the fuck he's even asleep in the first place, with 40,000 lights on in this room.

aaaaand he's up. ohhh boy.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's why they have such high backed chairs in the room. it's so people can hide behind them. what a multi utility piece of furniture!

oh god he's coming towards the chair oh lordddddd.

is his neck/chest skin naturally this clear, or is it foundation????? if it's foundation, THEN WHY CAN'T YOU JUST APPLY THIS SHADE TO HIS FACE YOU GODDAMN FUCKS??????

also how come there's no reflection of her in the window? is she a vampire???

dumbass opened the door facing it from inside, instead of backwards to make it look like she just came in and now she's lying through her teeth.

he's scowling at her bs but looks like he honestly can't be arsed to get into this shit rn so he just goes the fuck back to bed.

oh ho qaatil is lefty.  

lmaoooooooooo how fondly she's smiling while remembering vansh pulling the gun on kabir with his right hand. wifey mode truly be ridiculous.

thank god for small mercies, she decides to watch the entire footage before handing it over to kabir. 0.05% brain usage thanks to maata rani's blessings.

next morning: sis be sneaking around in vansh's kurta and ofcccccccccccc he walks in and there's a highlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy probable bump and trip and catch.

god, just fuck already.

lmaoooooooooooooooo his face.

oh ho, asking for permission to use his laptop and all. ainvayi, formality ke liye.

vansh decides to give "ek aur" mauka to her wrt bharosa and gives her the password. wouldn't be me. i'd create a whole other account on the laptop. you ain't getting into my account and seeing my deep dark secrets (like the fact that i have a wholeass trashy tellywood blog where i write >1000 words about it daily), no matter how close you are to me.

[dyslexicmammon]

Unwanted

Chapter two

Characters: Lucifer (Obey me!), Solomon (Obey me!) [not together]

CW// SFW, Angst, Yelling, Implied Lucifer x Mc, Implied Solomon x Mc, Nightbringer MC/attendant MC, Unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking), You/Your & they/them pronouns used, Mammon & reader

Word count: 2,030

A/N: Hello again! Finally wrote chapter 2!~ I've had this sitting in my docs for ages i just couldn't bring myself to post it. I'm not confident in my writing but I'm getting there! I have an idea for chapter 3 but I don't know how long it will take me. I write all of my idea in one siting and painfully re-read it and edit to a point where i think its okay to post aha. I wanted to thank everyone for the notes & hits the first chapter got, it has been a big boost in my writing confidence. Thank you all!! Take care reader

Chapter 1 / Ao3 / Divider credits

“What the FUCK did you do Lucifer!” Mammon stopped the chase as soon as the shield went up. Spinning around and walking back into the foyer of the HOL. He slammed the door behind him before yelling again, so full of anger his wings twitched. “WHAT. THE FUCK. DID YOU DO?!”. Not taking into account how his own actions that day could have done the similar damage.

His anger only grew as the Avatar of Pride responded with the same tone. “SILENCE MAMMON.” Tears prick slowly in the prideful demon's eyes as he quickly makes his way back to his study. Ignoring the screams of his younger brother calling his name.

As he walked down the hallway, the smell of a meal not yet enjoyed slowly started up on him. For the first time since the fall, Lucifer, the Pride of Celestial Realm, became overwhelmed with an emotion he deemed pitiful.

Sadness…

At first his cries were silent. Only the sounds of his breaths hitching as tears welled up in his eyes escaped him. He walked into his study and slammed the door hard behind him. Causing the walls of the House to shake. Locking it swiftly after. Not just with the physical lock but with a spell that not even Lord Diavolo could break.

Mammon yelled after his brother. Demanding he get an answer for why their attendant had just stormed out in tears. He stomped his way up the stairs and made his way to Lucifer's study, ready to give him an earful till his lungs gave out. Mammon followed behind Lucifer as the door slammed followed by a bright light flashed, blinding him temporarily. A faint outline of gold began to surround the door. The surface of the door now shines and shifts like mica powder in oil. A loud, heavenly bell began to ring. The long, drawn out hum rang in Mammons ears.

Quickly screwing his eyes shut and spinning around, Mammon rubbed his eyes hard. Trying to recover from the flash-bang.

After regaining his vision Mammon covered his ears with the palm of his hands and made a run for Levi's room. Stealing a pair of the avatars human standard noise cancelling headphones. They barely cut through the yells of the spell, but stopped it enough where he could drown it out with some music.

Mammon then sat outside Lucifer's room, leaning back and hitting his against the wall softly. He let out an exhausted, angry tinted sigh. His red face slowly dissipates as he calms himself down. Then the waiting game began. He sat outside his older brother's study till the old man had calmed down enough to ask him what the hell happened.

Once the spell fell from Lucifer's lips, he cursed himself out and began to sob. Clasping his gloved hand to his mouth, trying to calm down and keep his composure. He rubbed his upper arm and shoulders in a self soothing way. Fighting back his emotions.

Surely the attendant didn't have that much control over him? Not even his brothers could make him cry. No matter how hard the bastards try. He was stronger than this…

Then why did it hurt so much? The panic in your eyes as you met his gaze in the foyer. The strain in your voice as you yelled the lie that no one cared about you. What did he do wrong that you doubted it… doubted him? Knowing you were being comforted by someone of the likes of Solomon because of his own choices didn’t help the stinging feeling in his chest.

He threw off his gloves and coat. Painfully making his way to his desk, his chest heaving, the smell of the food you made became overwhelming to his senses again.

He looked down at the meal you made.. The tray was decorated with a little note and stickers of the two of you. By looking at the drawings he realised you had made them yourself.. All to try and cheer him up.

You had cooked his favourite stew and poured a glass of demonus for.. both of you? The more he studied the platter you brought the more he realised how bad he fucked up. Two bowls, two wine glasses full of demonus (he can tell you poured it as the glasses were almost full like a champagne flute), two sets of cutlery… Even two tiny bowls of dark chocolate ice cream that were now slowly melting from the heat of the stews surrounding them.

One of the ice creams was absolutely covered in sprinkles. It was so painfully obvious it was your serving. Plain, boring, dark chocolate was his favourite flavour of ice cream at the moment. You didn’t seem to sing the same praises but always ate it anyways. Always trying to find a way to sweeten it up and make it more palatable for your taste buds…

You always ate it with him anyway… Even when your little experiments fell through and didn’t make it sweet enough for you. Lucifer always said that you were sweet enough for him which is why he ate the dark chocolate dessert.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at the dishes any longer. Hanging his head in shame. He pushed the platter away from himself as he sat down. Just enough that he could rest his head on the table. Feeling his stomach start to churn and a lump form in his throat, he began to sob again quietly. Squeezing his hands together and pushing his nails into his skin, causing it to bruise. Trying to divert the aching pain of his heart.

Had he really been so caught up in his work he didn’t notice or care that you made dinner specifically for the both of you so he didn’t have to leave his office? Had he really not noticed the two bowls before opening his fucking mouth? Did he even look up?.. Did he really snap at you like that?..

His thoughts swallowed him whole.

He didn’t touch the food. He had lost his appetite long ago when he had returned to his study. Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to indulge in the meal you had meticulously prepared without you being here, enjoying it with him.

He did however help himself to the demonus. He drank the glass you had poured for him. Then your own glass. Then he opened a new bottle he had stashed away in his room. He poured multiple glasses, losing himself to the pain. He had gotten halfway through the bottle when his D.D.D pinged. He launched himself at his phone that laid screen down on the desk. Picking it up desperately and fumbling it in his hands. Desperately hoping it was you. Only to be disappointed when he realised it was Solomon.

The text read “They are at home and are staying with me tonight. They do not wish to talk to you at the moment and I trust that you can respect that boundary for now. I will ask them to make contact with you in the morning. Whether they do that or not is their choice.” His phone buzzed again. A follow up text coming soon after. “Goodnight Lucifer.” The words repeated and echoed in his mind till the screen went black. Reflecting the absolute mess Lucifer was back at him.

His teary eyes met his reflection. Quickly darting from place to place on his face. His cheeks were darker than the rest of his face. His hair was all out of place and disheveled. Eyelids already puffy and sore… He looked just as pathetic as he felt.

As he stared at his reflection his eyes began to lose focus and his heart became heavy. Were you scared of him? Did you not want to talk to him ever again? Had he fucked up so bad he had scared off the first person to show his ‘new self’ love?

He grabbed the neck of the half empty bottle of demonus and smashed it against his lips. The sudden feeling of cold glass on his lips made him jolt up slightly. Tipping his head back, he let the now lukewarm liquid rush down his throat. Chugging the rest of the bottle. Why was he drinking? This isn’t healthy. Surely he, the Avatar of pride, wasn't drinking his feelings away.

He wallowed in his own pity for a couple more hours. Each brother coming passed to ask him how to do something. To ask him if he's okay or to ask Mammon for his headphones back.

Beel brought up some leftovers for his brothers. He couldn't rest knowing his older brothers were in such a state. As he walked down the hall, Beel heard a loud snoring sound. His gaze met Mammon's sleeping body. He placed the plate down next to his older brother and snuck away quietly. The disgustingly loud ringing sound of the spell he cast on the door pushed them all away before they started to linger. Making sure no one could hear Lucifer's pathetic sobs of your name.

Lucifer placed his head on his desk once more with some force. Knowing he’s going to have to take the day off tomorrow.. Maybe even the next. Already feeling the headache roll in. How was he going to mend this mistake? He couldn’t just show up to Cocytus Hall and beg for your forgiveness. He didn’t deserve it.. Feeling exhausted from hours of crying and drinking. His puffy eyes fluttered shut as he passed out at his desk.

As soon as he lost consciousness, the spell on the door fell. Mammon had managed to unpick the physical lock hours ago. Now sleeping lightly outside his brother's office with a plate of food, some water and the headphones still on.

When the half silent ringing in Mammon's ears stopped. He shot up, yawning and stumbling over the weird pile of things he had managed to accumulate while sleeping. Where did this food come from? That didn’t matter. It was time he got answers out of the eldest brother.

He opened the door as quietly as he could and looked to see where Lucifer was. His eyes darted around the room frantically. The faint snoring led his gaze to the large desk where the Avatar of Pride was hunched over, out like a light & snoring softly.

Mammon just shook his head and walked over to his sleeping brother. All his previous anger dissipated as he studied the absolute disarray Lucifer's desk was in.

Gently and subconsciously he began petting his brothers back softly with one hand as he messaged Beel with his other. Asking the strong Avatar to come help him move Lucifer to his bed. While waiting for Beel, Mammon tidied Lucifer's desk. Sorting his documents out and shaving Lucifer's to-do pile down as much as he could. Prepared to take what documents he could complete himself.

He wiped the demonus Lucifer had dribbled and spilled off the large wooden desk. Once Mammon had finished, almost comically, the Avatar of gluttony walked in as silently as he could into the room. Meeting Mammon’s gaze and nodding softly. Standing on the other side of Lucifer's exhausted body. Beel picked up his eldest brother with ease, placing him on his back like a back pack. They began to walk out. Mammon walked in front of Beel, holding onto the documents and throwing the paper towel away that he had used.

After about 10 minutes they had finally made it to Lucifer's bedroom. Placing him in his bed and tucking him in. Before leaving they gently put one of his records on and placed some water and a large bucket next to the head of the bed. Just in case Lucifer couldn’t make it elsewhere once he woke up.

They both left his room as quiet as possible.

They high fived the second the door to Lucifer's bedroom closed. After saying their goodnights and goodbyes they parted ways to go to their separate rooms.

Mammon made his way to his room and stayed up for the rest of the night, doing the rest of Lucifer's office work.

[panlyv]

I’m uh- first of all hi! Reading your tags is a joy bc you’re always so excited and it’s really fun to see! Also your writing is precious! Thanks for sharing it with us!! But what I really wanted to say is,, that song Wave plays by accident, isn’t it the same song Mork is playing on his guitar/singing in DBK?? I remember the translation being really similar 👀 If it’s not hdjqs I’m sorry but,, yeah. Hope you’re doing well!!! ✨

helloooooo anon!!!!! aaahh! thank you so much!! i get shy whenever people say they read my tags because they are a Mess hdjdhskdkd but im glad they can entertain you! 💓💓

ok i assume you meant that scene in ep6 when he's drunkenly playing at night while sun is asleep right?? if so, i went to check it and YOU'RE RIGHT ANON!!!!! IT IS!!!!! THE SAME SONG!!!!! mauk reu kwun by bird thongchai!!! god anon..... ur mind..... i would've NEVER recalled that so THANK YOU A WHOLE LOT FOR COMING HERE TO TELL ME!!!!! me and @chanonpom where yelling yesterday about how this song was probably intentional after we saw the lyrics (both wave's and mork's pov btw) and that director waasuthep thought it all out FOR THE GAYS and now........ it was also featured in sunmork's story..... aka one of the best couples out there........ my rights were given to me........ we STAY WINNING lgbts!!! further proof pangwave is, in fact, CANON and wave is, in fact, my gay bean (who is a big SAPPY BOI like...... 90s thai love song..... he was probably playing that shit to pang lmao)

but thank uuuuuu once again for telling me anon!!! u r a life saviour!!! i hope you are well too! (and if u watch s2g, that ur frigay was amazing!!) 💓💓💓

[30olivia]

Day 0 - January 21st, 2021

Hello there! Welcome to my 30-day consumption blog for Design and its Discontents (aka GDES2399W) at the University of Minnesota. As you can probably guess from the name of this blog, I’m Olivia Mauk. I’m a Graphic Design and Fine Art student here at the U. I’m currently in my second year, graduating in December of 2022! I love to journal and write, so keeping this blog for the next few weeks will be fun for me. I’m excited to document my consumption patterns in a more concrete and straightforward way, in order to understand what I really interact with on a day-to-day basis. Consumption, for me, will include anything from communication with friends/classmates/family to food to class content to social media to goods/services.

[skalaku]

I'VE FINISHED 30DWC #23 . . Oh iya saya ingin mengucapkan "TAQABALALLAH MINNA WA MINKUM TAQABALALLAH YA KARIEM SIAMANA WA SIAMAKUM. Semoga dipertemukan lagi dengan Ramadhan tahun esok. Semoga tetap tertular semangat ibadahnya di bulan Syawal dan seterusnya. . . Hari ini adalah hari terakhir saya bercerita di #30dwcjilid23. Kalau kita cemas jika nanti dipertemukan lagi dengan Ramadhan, barangkali saya juga merasakan demikian, takut kalau keistiqomahan menulisnya berkurang. Bahkan tidak konsisten seperti halnya ketika mengikuti challange. . . Saya hanya ingin berterima kasih. Kepada Allah yang sudah sangat membuat saya mampu menulis selama 30 hari. Dimampukan otak, tangan, mata, dan semua anggota tubuh yang sudah mau diajak bekerja sama dalam proses penyelesaian writing challange ini. . . Diberikan kesempatan belajar lebih menjadi narasumber dan moderator terkait kepenulisan. Ternyata benar ya, kita hanya perlu mencoba. Takut salah membuat kita belajar supaya tidak menjadi salah. Hehe. . . Terima kasih kepada guardian saya yang sudah menjadi alarm squad 4 @anisaanza. Seluruh teman-teman yang sudah cukup menghibur dan menyemangati satu sama lain @dinafayna @basyiirun @rosmaidasinurat @ffa_guchiten, Ka Sakdi, Ka Angela, Ka Rachman, dan pasangan pasutri ketjeh ka @usi_supinar dan ka @kamaludinkhoir. Hehe . . Terima kasih juga kepada para mentor-mentor yang luar biasa memberikan ilmu kepenulisannya @rezky_passionwriter dan Ka @rizkamamalia, serta dipertemukan ka @sarikusumaway dan Ka @spriscadewii. Semoga yang sudah diberikan membekas kepada kita dan menjadi paham untuk semua yang memberikan ilmunya. . . #30dwc30 #pejuang30dwc #pejuangdwcjilid23 #squad4 #skalaliabercerita (di Pasar Jati Mauk Tangerang) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAk3CkGDfzu/?igshid=1c14l923u34r

[kirk-doodle]

:me glaring at my brain: I refuse to start a new writing project until the ones I have get farther along. I don't care if you think about this wido-mauk idea. But I refuse to start writing it because I'm working on SOMETHING.

[itxmauk-blog]

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[marymauk]

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Fiction Consultations with John Mark

John Mauk has a PhD in English from Bowling Green State University and a Masters from the University of Toledo. His stories have appeared or been accepted in a range of fine magazines such as Arts & Letters, Salamander, Bull, and New Millennium Writings. He has also contributed essays to online magazines, including Writer’s Digest, Beatrice.com, Three Guys One Book, The Portland Book Review, and Rumpus. His first short collection, The Rest of Us, won Michigan Writer’s Cooperative Press chapbook contest. His first full collection, Field Notes for the Earthbound, is available on Black Lawrence Press. He currently hosts Prose from the Underground, a YouTube video series for working writers.

John is accepting everything from flash fiction to novels for critique. The fees and parameters for each of these categories are as follows:

Flash fiction, up to 2 pages in length, $25 Short stories, up to 20 pages in length, $55 Chapbooks, up to 40 pages in length, $225 Novellas, up to 100 pages in length, $350 Short story collections, up to 180 pages in length, $475 Novels, up to 300 pages in length, $725 All manuscripts should be double spaced and formatted in 12-point font. The deadline to submit work for this consultation program is November 30. John will complete his work and respond to all participants by December 31.

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