hauntedwitchcrusade
hauntedwitchcrusade
lLaylS2
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hi, my name is Lay (they/them) I'm aro/ace I'm 20 yo (currently working on a Drarry fanfic) https://archiveofourown.org/works/46323955
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 1 month ago
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Human creations are so beautiful and filled with love, soul, personality, and care.
I don't care if what you create is flawed. That is what makes it human. That is what makes it a part of you.
Please don't let it be lost forever to captalism and greed.
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Honestly, y'all, I'm begging you. Take the time to think and learn for yourself. Even if it's just something casual like knitting or cooking. Exercise your brain. It's important.
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 8 months ago
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Baby Jason, outside the Wayne Manor looking through the window "DAD, can I come inside now?"
Bruce looking back at him from the kitchen "Jason you are grounded, no you can't come inside"
Jason using puppy eyes "Dick said that when he was grounded he was not allowed to go outside"
Bruce just wanting to drink his coffee in peace "Well it's different for you because you'd rather be inside, your punishment is to be outside, you need to be a kid, do something"
Jason whinning and stomping his foot "but there is nothing to do out here."
Bruce "There are a lot of things you can do, climb a tree, jump a fence, I don't really care, but you have to be creative, go throw a stone at something"
Jason wanting to mess with Bruce "Throw a stone at something? like our neighbor?"
Bruce thinking why he got a second one "what do you want to do inside anyways"
Jason "read my books in the library and maybe take a nap"
Bruce trying to remember why Jason was grounded but finding very hard with the way he was looking at him "No"
Bruce managed to say while he closed the blinds just to hear Jason's little voice yelling "DAD"
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 8 months ago
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Lay Your Weary Head to Rest
As an angel, Castiel doesn't perceive things as humans do. To him, food tastes like molecules, and most senses blur into abstractions. But there is one thing that never changes:
Dean Winchester smells like love.
And that was Castiel’s favorite scent.
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 9 months ago
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FluffTober 2024
Lost pet meet cute
Ghost×Soap
John "Soap" MacTavish, an ex-soldier with a lingering injury and too much time on his hands, goes for a late-night run to shake off his boredom. When he stumbles upon a lost German shepherd in the rain, he takes the dog in for the night, unaware that finding the dog will also lead him to someone just as lost as he is. Between bad puns, quiet moments, and a few unexpected smiles, Soap discovers that maybe he's not as stuck as he thought.
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 9 months ago
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FluffTober 2024
Day 01
Lost pet meet cute
[...]
Ghost gave a slight shrug, his eyes glinting. “I prefer my jokes bad.”
Soap grinned even wider. “Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that to me, man. I’ve got plenty of those.” He rubbed his hands together as if preparing for a challenge. “Okay, okay, let’s see… What do you call a dog magician?”
Ghost tilted his head slightly, not quite answering, though Soap swore he saw the faintest curiosity in his eyes.
“A labra-cadabra-dor.” Soap delivered it with the flair of someone who thought he was the funniest person on earth.
Ghost was silent for a beat. Soap wondered if maybe he’d missed the mark. But then, a quiet huff of breath escaped from beneath the mask. It wasn’t quite a laugh, but it was close enough.
“That’s terrible,” Ghost muttered, shaking his head.
“Oh, it gets worse,” Soap said, undeterred. “Trust me, I’ve got a whole arsenal of bad jokes. You can try to keep up, but I guarantee you, I’ll win.”
Ghost stared at him for a long moment, eyes narrowing. Then, to Soap’s surprise, he leaned down, scratched behind Riley’s ears, and said, almost deadpan, “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?”
Soap blinked, taken off guard by the sudden joke. “Uh… why?”
Ghost straightened, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “They don’t have the guts.”
Soap burst out laughing, his voice echoing across the parking lot. “Oh man, yes! That’s what I’m talking about. I knew there was something under that tough-guy routine.” He playfully slapped Ghost on the shoulder.
Ghost’s eyes softened, though the mask still hid any expression. “Don’t push your luck.”
[...]
Read everything on ao3
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 9 months ago
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I don't care if your writing is not perfect, if it has a soul and effort is more than enough to me.
"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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My hand was the one you reached for
By: LaS2S2
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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I never laughed so hard in my life
Some random person just left a comment on my Drarry fanfic in ao3 bcs one of my tags was "J.K Sucks"
This was the comment
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They tried so hard it's just pathetic at this point
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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Drarry Fanfic
My hand was the one you reached for
By: LaS2S2
On ao3
After the war, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy find themselves working together at the Ministry of Magic. Despite their rocky past, they slowly start to develop a tentative friendship. However, when they are both accidentally sent back in time to their Hogwarts years, they must navigate a world where they are enemies once again.
As they work to figure out how to get back to the present, they also start to see each other in a new light. The more time they spend together, the more they realize how much they have in common and how much they enjoy each other's company.
But with the threat of the impending war looming over their heads, they must make difficult choices about whether to try to change the future or let events play out as they did before. As they struggle with their own personal demons and the weight of their respective destinies, they begin to wonder if they can find a way to reconcile their differences and perhaps even find love in a world that seems determined to keep them apart.
Or: 28 years old Draco and Harry go back in time to their first year of Hogwarts.
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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Harry: I'm bisexual and confused.
Hermione: About your sexuality?
Harry: No. I just never know what's going on.
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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Harry: *gently scratching Draco's hair*
Draco: Stop it, you're ruining my reputation!
Harry: Then get off my lap.
Draco: No.
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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Draco: Harry and I don't use pet names.
Ron: I see. Hey, what do bees make?
Draco: Honey.
*silence*
Draco: Ha, you thought, bitch.
Harry, yelling from another room: What do you want, whore?
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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Draco: This date is so boring!
Harry: This isnt a date. I said I was going to the store.
Draco: Then why did you invite me?
Harry: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me" then you said "fuck you, Potter, I'll do whatever I want!"
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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Harry: Fucker.
Draco: Asshole.
Harry: Son of a bitch.
Draco: Piece of shit.
Ron: I don't know how to feel about this, they're literally cuddling.
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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Harry: You’re jealous.
Draco: Jealous?
Harry: Yeah, that’s why you were being so negative about this.
Draco: That’s absurd. I am always negative.
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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Draco: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...
Harry: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.
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hauntedwitchcrusade · 2 years ago
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Sirius: Why are you naked?
Regulus covering himself with a sheet: ...
Regulus: I don't have any clothes.
Sirius, opening the closet: You have shirts, pants, jackets, hi James, shorts... wait
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