#CRALT

[whatsupmykentuckyfriedfuckers]

You know what, fuck you!

*Headcanons your characters as ace*

[nineteen-rats]

gilan gets a bit more than he bargained for

[jade-of-mourning]

companion - for the ranger gathering 2024!

something about halt & crowley's friendship has profoundly ingrained itself in me in a way i'm not sure i could describe. like they were always meant to know one another in every universe, regardless of the manner of their relationship; it's a certain kind of inexplicable gravity they revolve within, or maybe just the potential of what never was — anemoia. ever since its release, tournament at gorlan has remained sort of my comfort flanagan work i suppose.

while i've technically been in the fandom for five years at this point and have a library of brotherband fanart, i have somehow not made RA fanart… so although i would have liked to spend more time on this like i'd pictured, i realized that i had not even started approximately three hours ago and cranked it out. one day i'll come back and make a better RA fanart that's more representative of how i feel about it, but until then, here's the one piece that i resolved to finish for this year's gathering.

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Halt: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation?  Crowley: All the time.  Halt: Then you should be used to it by now.

[the-thursday]

Its my husband time. My relatable ginger gay commander husband. He’s smiling but i assure he has blood on his hands (sounds cool but most of it is from paper cuts).

(Also i deleted previous Halt because he was a mistake and disaster but Crowley cant go without him sp you can find him under the readmore but like, you’re entering at your own risk)

[iwanttobepersephone]

Sometimes I'll have a thought that I know multiple friends will enjoy but don't think enough people will enjoy to post, so I copy and paste the message to multiple people, leading to some of the funniest "recently messaged" screens

[ragingadhd]

Crowley: why would you lie to me?

Halt: I was lightly stabbed and I didn’t want to frighten you

Crowley: I’m sorry, you were stabbed??

Halt: lightly.

[name-s-are-not-important]

[cheese--6]

Got bored and made whatever that is

Bonus:

[rangerangel]

My friends texted me a kissing piccrew and I literally just made Cralt from @solarishashernoseinabook 's TRR1 and 2 because they're the only two ppl in the world who kiss.

https://picrew.me/share?cd=EJLP7h5BLq if you guys want to do your own

[theoakleafpancake]

After the celebration had finally ended, Halt decided he’d had enough of formalities and appearances. A grand homecoming to Araluen was not what he’d wanted. Now that he had Will back, all that was left to do was to return to the little cabin in Redmont and sleep for a week straight. If it weren’t for the assembly the King called for, he’d be able to do just that.

Someone knocked on the door. He gave a final tug on the straps of his pack before heading over, heaving in a silent sigh. But when the door swung open, he was met with an unexpected face.

Well, not entirely unexpected. It was bound to happen sooner or later. He’d rather it would have been later, but alas, Fate seemed to be enjoying her time with him.

“Crowley.” He stepped aside, allowing the Ranger Commandant in the room. ���I thought you’d have left by now.”

“Really?” The sandy-haired man turned to look at him. “Eleven months, and that’s the first thing you have to say.”

“Eleven and one week,” he said quietly. “And I seem to recall giving you a full report earlier. So no, that is not the first thing I have said to you.”

Crowley ran a hand through his hair. “And one week.” A breathy chuckled escaped the other man. “Do you think I haven’t been counting each day?”

He raised an eyebrow. “A Ranger Commandant has more important things to do than wait for the prodigal son to return.”

“I’m sorry.” The older Ranger reached a hand towards his arm and then faltered, those light eyes desperately seeking his. “If I could go back in time, I would change everything. I would have broken you out of prison. I would have covered it all up. No one would have ever known.”

“Having everyone know was a part of the plan.”

“But why, Halt?” His voice broke. “Why would you put us through that?”

Halt raised his eyes to the ceiling. After all this time, his friend still had the nerve to ask the same question. “I don’t give you as much credit as I should. You’re not stupid, Crowley. You know the answer.”

It was the boy. Will. He would have burned the world for his apprentice if necessity demanded it of him. He had given up his life for some cheeky, over-talkative child that had somehow become an integral part of his life. Losing Will had been like losing an arm. He could have said all this and more, but he wasn’t sure if the other Ranger would ever truly understand.

“Crowley.” He laid a land on his friend’s shoulder. “You have your loyalties and I have mine. Surely you didn’t think I’d change over the years?”

“No. I never would have expected that.” The older Ranger turned away. “You always were a stubborn one.”

“And I don’t intend on changing that. I became a Ranger to help you. Not to pledge my full allegiance to a King.”

“That’s exactly what being a Ranger is.” The silver Oakleaf felt heavy around his neck. Halt knew what the Oakleaf meant. Running away from Clonmel, he was given a second chance, and that chance had been Araluen and its Rangers. He liked Duncan a great deal more than he cared to admit—certainly the Araluan was a far better King than either him or Ferris. But against all odds, that’s just what Duncan was.

A King.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Crowley said quietly. “But it seems to me you’re doing fine in that sense.”

Halt let go of the man’s shoulder. “You thought too highly of me. That’s your mistake.”

“I think just enough of you.” The redhead sighed. “My only mistake was turning you away. I’m sorry, Halt.”

He met his friend’s eyes, and saw the pain inside them, pain he was responsible for. “I am, too.”

[an1d10t]

Halt, pretending to be asleep to get hugged by Crowley:

Crowley, ignoring ‘sleeping’ halt on the couch and going to do paperwork:

Halt, notices Crowley doing that: wtf Crowley

Crowley, basically falling off the chair because he genuinely thought Halt was sleeping:

[pickle-bandits]

If possible, can you please draw some Cralt pls? If not, that's okay!

Of course !! ♡︎

[that-one-enby-ranger]

PLEASE CAN SOMEONE DRAW HALT AND CROWLEY AS ONE OR BOTH OF THESE PHOTOS!!!

(when I say someone I mean multiple people because woo hoo different art styles and these photos are adorable)

[the-thursday]

my favourite husbands again

(click on the pic for higher resolution)

[iwanttobepersephone]

Headcanon that the FIRST time Will saw Halt and Crowley interact he was just like "are they gay? Or are they just really comfortable with each other? Eh, it doesn't affect me either way" and just never thought about it again