#pritchard

I like to think that Arald just has a jar of jelly beans on his desk like Ronald Reagan. He did have some kind of candy on his desk, so it might as well be jelly beans.

Also, imagine Crowley just jams opera music really loud in the car against Halt's will. The people of Redmont just drive up to a stoplight and all of a sudden, the Crowley mobile drives up beside them blaring some opera singing. Halt's in the passenger seat under his blanket and listening to Celtic Lullabies or something in his noise cancelation earbuds.

Would the Ranger gang have one of those fifteen passenger vans with a whole computer set-up and arsenal in the back?

Francis Pritchard - Deus Ex

Here's my version of our favorite dead old man, Pritchard!

My headcanon is that after getting banished he stopped wearing his ranger coat, maybe becouse they take it away from him or something, idk. I just think it's cool that he didn't wanted to show that he's part of that mess (I mean 'new rangers') Also, I hc that in modern au Crowley bought Pritchard a "I adopted random traumatized teenagers" with a confetti in the background.

@nepenthe-of-the-nutcracker I know that it's not really what you asked for but I realize that I never made a design for Pritchard haha...

I think I have a sameface syndrom... Oh well. Fuck. It's a problem I guess. Time to practise! Again.

Stupid storytime no one asked for!

I was at blood collection. I hate needles. Really hate needles. And at the first time they couldn't callect my blood. Yaaay... So I was there waay too long. I'm scared that somethings wrong tho. But It will be fine :3 right? Maybe I'll update about it.

Will: What was pritchard like? Did he threaten lives like you do?

Halt: worse, he revoked coffee privileges

This game is so important to me because I only knew it through my former best friend's words and still I got so passionate about it

Flash forward, the day my best friend became my girlfriend, we cosplayed Pritchard and Jensen (our first couple cosplay!)

And today I finally experienced the game myself with my (now) wife ❤️

Pic from 8 years ago lol, still love it so much

And thus, it is with great pleasure that I announce to you all my new favourite headcanon. 

When Pritchard first started training Halt he got really Annoyed that he refused to do any form of hard work (with the exception of training, but he found that fun so it doesn't count) so he took him to the middle of the forest and left him alone there for several days. This , of course, made Halt learn the hard lesson that yes, housework is necessary (as sad as that is TwT). When Halt found his way back Halt was very indignant and yelled at Prichard for a bit but he just found it really funny. He kept on doing that same test every time Halt complained about housework until he learnt that he just had to do it.

Flash forward several years and Halt is talking to Crowley about it. Crowley is all confused, like, “what do you mean he made you do the housework?” and Halt is just learning that Pritchard did that to make fun of him. At that moment Pritchard reveals himself from the shadows and starts openly guffawing at him.

Hiya Solaris! Although a bit later than intended, I present to you this year's trick! It's a bit longer than I thought, so I'll leave the first bit here and the rest you can read on AO3 :3

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Some goodbyes come too soon

It took Arald a moment to understand why Halt didn’t finish his sentence. When the young man sprinted through the forest, he ran after him. He was about to ask what Halt had seen when he noticed the body.

Arald stayed where he was; far enough to give Halt some moment alone, but nearby enough to reach out if the Ranger needed him.

The young knight lowered his head the moment Halt did. He didn’t know Pritchard on a personal level, but he had heard of the man’s name. Pritchard was a living legend, not just among the Rangers but also outside the Corps.

Arald looked up when Halt turned around to face him. There was some dirt on his cheeks, but not that it mattered.

“Change of plan,” Halt said. His voice had lost the doubtful tone Arald had heard earlier on. “We bring him home first.”

Halt knelt next to the motionless body, moving around the clothes here and there. He wasn’t sure why he did it, maybe to cover up the stab wounds.

“Go back to the camp and let some soldiers prepare a cart to lay him on,” Halt said, his eyes focused on the man’s face. “I’ll stay with him.”

Arald took a slow breath and stepped forward, kneeling next to Halt. He placed a hand on his arm, gentle, as if he was unsure what Halt would do.

“Halt,” Arald started. He saw that the man didn’t move his head to look at him. But he also didn’t push Arald’s hand away.

“Return to Castle Araluen and report what happened,” Arald continued, carefully choosing his words.

Halt immediately shook his head. No way, he thought.