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Headcanon: Halt has perfect pitch, and doesn't realize that that's not normal. That + autism means that a note even slightly off is grating and irritating. Hence the reason he is so judgmental about music, aka "shreeching".

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I still can't believe that Halt is canonically something between 40-46 years old until book 11.My man literally is a middle aged person and since book 1 he is treated like a 70 year old person bruh

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let's say this is a celebration between Crowley Angst Day and the beginning of the pride month. As is of the cannon, Crowley is 7 years older than Halt. And in medieval times, lives were much more fragile, life spans shorter. — Halt doesn’t look like much at first. skinny, half-feral, beard already coming in despite being barely into adulthood. Crowley teases him from the start, and Halt bites back every time. It's immediate, electric, dangerous. They're on missions together and they’re bickering like an old married couple after a week. Neither of them is thinking about the far future. Why would they? They’ve got blades on their hips, arrows at the ready, and the certainty that they might not make it until tomorrow.

Crowley becomes commandant at 27. Too young, too burdened. Halt never says it, but he sees how the role chews at him. And even in their earlier years, before the burden, Crowley was always up before dawn, reading dispatches, writing reports, worrying about everything. It was natural for him to take this role, despite how much weight it was for one man.

Halt started going grey before he hit 30, which was ironic because Crowley, despite the years separating them, still had all his damn hair and it hadn’t gone even a bit silver yet. Halt grumbled about it but honestly? it suited him.

“You looked forty when you were twenty,” Crowley would tease him. But then Crowley starts aging for real, and it wasn't so funny anymore.

Crowley turns 45, and for the first time, he needs help up from the ground after sparring. It’s subtle, blink and you’d miss it. Halt didn’t. Crowley started to age hard and fast after 50. The job wore him down. Constant travel, constant conflict, constant stress. His mind remained as sharp as ever but his body started failing him, slowly, creeping in. His joints hated the cold, he got tired faster. Halt noticed him rubbing his knees after a longer travel. The jokes completely stopped by then. They only serve now as a cruel reminder. They were no longer funny. Not when Halt began to feel the time speed up. The years slipping like sand between his fingers. It was watching the person you loved age faster than you. It was knowing the ending long before you were ready to see it, and you were helpless to stop it. The years passed and Halt was still strong. Still deadly. The grey in his beard might've been white now, sure, but his hands were steady, his aim as flawless as ever.

And Crowley? Crowley was tired. When Crowley turned 60, Halt brought him a bottle of something sharp and expensive, and they sat by the fire in silence for hours. That uncharacteristical, unsettling silence from Crowly. They didn’t toast. They didn’t make speeches. Just at one point, Crowley said, almost offhand, “Never thought I’d get this far.”

Halt didn’t answer. He just reached over, poured them both another glass. —

It wasn’t fair.

After everything. The wars, the battles, the betrayals, the years of danger, it doesn't happen with a sword, not a fight, not even a fall. It happened quietly.

Crowley, in bed, blanket pulled up. eyes open. a faint smile on his face. Like he just remembered something funny and was about to tell Halt.

He just... stopped breathing. Gone. Just like that. The man Halt had loved for over forty years - forty, they’d marked that milestone just last year, sitting beside a fire, when for one brief moment Halt had dared to whisper, “I’m glad we made it.” The man he’d fought beside, lived for, bled for, let himself need, was gone. And all Halt could think was: he didn’t say goodbye. There was no hand squeeze, no final word, no look. Suddenly they ran out of time. Halt sat beside him for hours, didn’t touch the body. Just stared at him, because part of him, some stubborn, foolish, childish part, was still waiting.

Waiting for Crowley to blink, to twitch, to laugh and say, “I got you, didn’t I?”

But he didn't. He never would again.

Halt just sat there for hours. Hands still. heart pounding in his ears like war drums.

And the only thing, the only damn thought he had left in his mind was:

You’re alone now.

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I feel like a lot of depictions of Craltine is: Crowley 🤝Halt 🤝Pauline but actually they all are holding eachothers hands and spinning

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they've tried to put me on the cover of the vogue

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You know what would be funny?

If Arald knew it was Halt but didn't know the backstory and assumed instead Will was Halt's bastard son.

so Halt dropped Will off at the Redmont ward with a handwritten note. most likely, when Will was found, they showed Arald the note.

now my question is: did Halt purposely butcher his handwriting or not? if so, did Arald recognise the handwriting and confronted Halt? did he wait for him? was Pauline involved???

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Will and Horace both had the opportunity to say “Fare thee well, Greybeard Halt” here and neither of them took it

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It's been talked about that part of the reason why Halt gets seasick and hates the ocean is because of Ferris trying to drown him, and poison him with seafood, and this is pretty much canon to me.

But picture this: Halt hates walking under big buildings, or walking straight under the walls or close to the walls of the castle, because of Ferris pushing the roof tiles on him.

Him just getting really uncomfortable and nervous, and occasionally when it's particularly bad, or maybe the day reminds him of that day, when he thinks no ones looking, he glances up, just to be sure.

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In Halt’s Peril, we learn that Will has never ridden Abelard before. Will thinks to himself that Abelard probably wouldn’t throw him off even without the passcode due to them being so used to each other…

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Absolutely. His relationship with Halt is so juicy because they both have autism but of an opposite type.

Wait guys hear me out

Autistic Horace

Rigid rules and a strong sense of personal justice are like the character traits he was given in book 3 and 4! They're also really common traits of autism!

He also takes things fairly literally and is often seen not understanding jokes

And honestly? His behavior in the ward very closely matches how my autistic brother behaves when overwhelmed. And that scene where he tried to attack Tug out of anger from being left out also reminds me of when my brother "explodes" in similar situations. Because issues controlling anger can also be an autistic trait (according to my brother's last therapist, at least).

Halt is very autistic coded, yes, but why have I not seen autistic Horace headcanons? Basically every single character trait he has aligns with autism symptoms!!

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Exactly! Halt doesn't run out of patience or lose his temper, he does all that shit in cold blood.

There's even that bit where Pauline tried throwing him a lifeline with "maybe he was acting in the heat of the moment?" (when he moated that first dude) and Halt is like: "no, I was in no rush at all, took my sweet time doing that".

I've been thinking about this for a long time, but it's so fucking funny to me how Halt is the guy that everyone is like "yeah he can stay calm, he's always in control and has great patience when it comes to certain things, he's has great control over his emotions" but at the same time that guy has has bet up more than one teenage apprentice in the span of two books, thrown two guys out a window in the span of one book, made Will sleep outside in the cold, not even in the ground but in a fucking tree for singing a song and having a bit of whimsy in his life, threw a guy off his horse by putting his bowstring around his neck, knocking him out (and then wanted to punch him again when he woke up) for being a bit of a dick, and at one point in The Emporer of Nihon-Ja, Will was sure Halt was gonna deck a dude or something along those lines for knocking his hood back off his face. And thats just the stuff actually in the books, there's probably way more we don't know about.

I'm trying to think of any more shit he's done now.

It's just funny how he can apparently be the most calm and in control man but also get super easily pissed off and ready to kill in an instant at the same time.

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THIS. My hc is that he used to sing with Caitlyn, but after she died it was just... to painful for him? And then one day he heard Will singing one of Hibernian songs that's usually sung in a duet, and went along. Will almost dropped his mandola.

You know what one of my favorite headcanons is, I think Halt actually has a good ear for music and a good voice he actually understand music and he can sing song,lullaby realy well but he hides it

I don't know why maybe it reminds him of his time in the palace when he was a prince and other things

And I think that since he was once a prince the same goes for dancing I think he already knew when they took dance lessons from Lady Sandra for the wedding

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they're just my little guys

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Hi I just want to say I really like your blog, headcanons and your analysis, I think everyone would like to hear your posts again 🤗(don't feel obligated just wanted to say it:) )

Thanks, I really appreciate ;) This blog has caught a bit of a hiatus due to my currently ongoing hyperfixation on the Silmarillion (I even stopped living in denial and made a sideblog for that) and the previously ongoing hyperfixation on the Malazan Book of the Fallen (ok, mostly swooning over Anomander, but you know how it is). I will reactivate when the hypetrain makes a full loop and I'm in the headspace for this fandom again. Honestly no idea when it will happen, can be anytime.

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The top dilfs in the Ranger's Apprentice:

Halt

Crowley

Duncan

Halt

Halt

Halt

Halt

Halt

Halt

I don't fucking know some random side character

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Bonus points if the Ainur, beings from before space-time inherently capable of teleportation on a whim, do not have a notion of "owning space", unless it's infused with someone's spiritual essence (eg. the Halls). For Námo, Finrod's couch is free real estate conveniently located near Finrod, and he is the most reserved and introverted of the bunch, the rest will materialize on top of your head like it's nothing.

it's soo important to me that in aman the valar and the elves were just hanging out. like some of the valar canonically take elves "into their service" but i really hope they still attend the same dinner parties. desperately need "yeah my friend manwë, lord of all breath, viceregent of eru, king of arda is dropping by for tea today at 5" to be a thing