#gentle mocking

[aventurineswife]

Heres a little crack requests if you will, obey me characters and reading the readers old cringe writings LMFAO. this came to my mind thinking of my horribly written angst comfort of me and hawks from mha from 4ish years ago 😭, absolutely need Simeons thoughts tho

A Flash of the Past

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Satan x Reader, Simeon x Reader, Crack fic, Humor, Fluff, Embarrassment, Light Teasing, Gentle Mocking, Lighthearted.

Warnings: Mild embarrassment (Reader's cringe-worthy writings), Light teasing (Reader's past writing), Possible self-deprecating humor, References to past writing (not explicitly offensive but awkward/cringe-worthy).

A/N: gosh I just remembered my old cringe writings, my grammar was horrible af... It still is but I'm trying to improve💀

Lucifer sat at his desk, a quiet and imposing presence as usual, though today his attention was focused on something unexpected. You had handed him a pile of old, tattered notebooks that were clearly decades out of date, and his gaze was sharp as he flipped through the pages. His eyes narrowed as he came across what could only be described as an overly dramatic, over-the-top fantasy scene. The protagonist was a self-insert with far too much flair, and the dialogue... well, let’s just say it was questionable.

You watched him from across the room, trying desperately not to cringe. Lucifer’s expression was unreadable, but you could see the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth as he read on. When he finally closed the book with a soft snap, you braced yourself for the inevitable teasing.

“Well,” Lucifer began, his tone dry but oddly amused, “I see where some of your more... creative ideas came from.”

You flushed, face burning with embarrassment, and Lucifer didn’t help by leaning forward, his eyes glinting with that all-knowing look. “The sheer amount of overconfidence in this writing,” he continued, “it’s almost adorable.” He shifted the notebooks to one side, leaning back in his chair. “I’d expect no less from someone who clearly has an exaggerated sense of self-worth... though I must admit, I’m impressed at how well you captured the essence of an overly dramatic protagonist. A good fit for you, I dare say.”

You huffed, crossing your arms in an attempt to hide your growing embarrassment. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at your reaction but didn't press further—though his eyes still glinted with amusement. "But," he added, softening his tone just slightly, "I’ll give credit where credit is due. You’ve certainly... evolved."

Satan was enthralled by your collection of old writings. He had asked to read them out of curiosity, and what he discovered was a curious mixture of humor and cringe. The flowery descriptions, the unrealistic drama—it was almost too much to bear, but Satan couldn’t help but laugh softly under his breath as he flipped through the pages.

“I see you were quite the... romantic back then,” he commented with a teasing smile, his voice warm yet mocking as he read a particularly intense love confession between your self-insert and a brooding, mysterious character. “The amount of passion here could rival the most dramatic of Shakespeare’s works.” He glanced over the edge of the book to see your flushed face, already too embarrassed to make eye contact.

"Oh, don't worry," he added with a wink. "I understand the appeal. Everyone has written something like this when they were younger. It’s a rite of passage. You just had... a lot of flair."

You groaned, but Satan merely chuckled, clearly entertained by your discomfort. He set the book down for a moment, folding his arms across his chest as he considered you. "I can see now that the person who wrote this is far from who you are now. You've come a long way," he mused, his tone more thoughtful. "I would even say... it’s a testament to your growth as a writer."

You felt a bit lighter as Satan smiled at you in a surprisingly understanding way. “And hey, if you ever want to revisit those creatively bold days, I’m happy to read more... for a laugh, of course."

Simeon couldn’t help but smile warmly as he looked at the tattered notebooks you handed him. He always seemed to find joy in the simplest things, so naturally, your embarrassing, old writings were no exception. He opened the first notebook with an air of fondness, expecting the typical teenage melodrama—but what he found was something far more hilarious than he could have anticipated.

“Well, well,” Simeon said, chuckling softly as he read a particularly intense scene where your self-insert character was dramatically declaring their undying love for a fictional character—who, unsurprisingly, was an exaggerated version of someone you admired. “I suppose it’s charming in a way.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly trying not to laugh outright. “But perhaps, a little... too dramatic?”

You hid your face in your hands, mortified, but Simeon merely smiled, clearly not mocking you, but rather, appreciating the innocence of your past self. “Oh, darling, this is exactly what youth is about, isn’t it? All the passion, all the dreams. It’s so... pure.” He paused, turning a page. “In fact, I’d say your enthusiasm is rather endearing. Though, perhaps next time, a little less of the... self-importance?”

You whimpered, but Simeon leaned in with a warm, reassuring expression. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. We all have our embarrassing moments from the past. Besides,” he added gently, “I think you’ve grown into a much more refined and thoughtful person.” He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling. “Though, I do have to admit—this does make for an entertaining read.”

Simeon set the notebooks down carefully, his gentle smile not fading in the slightest. “Thank you for sharing this with me. It’s a lovely reminder of how we can look back and laugh at ourselves—and grow from it.”

[5ummit]

Look what you have done to yourself

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[stellarish]

I've been rotating some art ideas lately that involve drawing Xi Ping with his parents, which means it's time to start working out designs for them.

[quintessential-candles]

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[trekkele]

sometimes i rec fics and i get nervous because what if someone leaves a nasty comment after finding it through me??? So i wanna be so clear that if i ever find out you* leave mean comments on ao3 i am blocking you*.

*general non specific you. this hasnt happened yet im not vague posting im just setting a hard boundary here.

[bastardcherub]

fuck. wanna be put in my place so bad it’s not even funny

[pinchan]

i love u artists who depicts kenjaku's homoerotic condescension.

[lostusagis]

( Man i'm thinking about that meme where Kamui was caught interacting with kids and like I'm obsessed and I want him to interact with them more. With little girls especially because he'll always think about Kagura when interacting with them and it'll make him REALLY protective of them. )

[afterthelambs]

when the insulting nickname turns affectionate >>>>>

[marxistswiftieism]

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[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

Blonderson filming the video for Attitude circa 2003

photos by Chris Lopez

[mycroftrh]

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[virginbutstillahoe]

you ever just watch the hunger games, see peeta's tenderness, and then want to walk straight into the ocean??? bc same

[explore-my-subconscious]

The Fae:

Garlands of marigold, primroses by

Windows; red berries and rowan trees,

Salt circles or iron rods mix with daisies

And holly.

Saucers of milk lay with risen bread; spilling

Over four-leaf-clovers and honey dripping.

Gone forth into orchards of trees of three

St. John's Wort and jingling bells.

Do not venture into a circle, toad

Guardians and tables and moonlit dances.

Mead and joy and mischief

Underground; mushrooms and moss tease dead grass

Curious, step inside, with your hat.

Trails into wood and disguises of gingerbread

Fae realms from soil, ponds and parasols.

Names are not powerless while fae love power

King and the court, both Seelie and Unseelie

And nine times around the circle but never 10

With oats in pockets and a malevolent's pet

Do not venture into a circle, salt and iron,

Marigolds and primroses, yew and yarrow,

Clovers and rowan and redberries.

Know not to ask and not to receive;

Mushrooms and dead grass and names.