#wxldchxld: Beck

[stcriestcld]

@wxldchxld​ said: 🧦 "I made you some socks to protect you from Jólakötturinn! And a sweater. And a hat. And gloves. Oh and a scarf. And yes you do have to wear them to work... For protection!"

“What in Heaven’s name is Jóla---”  She knew a half-dozen languages, and none of them were Nordic; she opted for giving up before she mangled the word.  “What am I being protected against?  I can’t wear a jumper to work; it’s not in dress code.  And I certainly can’t wear a hat and gloves all day.”  The jumper part was a bit of a lie; Ros was just preparing to negotiate with the little knit-happy witch.

[historiesandmemories]

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The smile Blair gave was toothy and rather less a smile than a showing of teeth. “It’s funny,” she responded, “Watch!” She grabbed the fox too her again and blew gently in her ears.

[graunblida]

‘tol and smol’ prompts   //   Accepting @wxldchxld​ said: [INTERRUPT] bc Beck does that shit all the time

Leksa simply looked on, hands on her hips, as the witch removed herself from their discussion to search for an item to stand on. Beck would randomly do this whenever she became hyper-aware of the height distance between the two. The commander could not make much sense of it. Did she feel more of an equal? Leksa never felt as though she were talking down to Beck, at least not FIGURATIVELY. Before she could stop the witch from going for the chair, the dreaded scrapping sound filled the immediate area of the tower once more. Leksa likened it to nails dragging across a coarse surface. “ Enlighten me....does this somehow enhance our conversation? ” 

[ashayara]

And now I have to work on my responses to MY WIFE @wxldchxld so that she doesn’t leave me, because she is literally the best thing that ever happened to Asha!

[artfulprecision]

‘ when they say 2% milk, i don’t know what they other 98% is. ’

✿ ━ @wxldchxld

She paused in pouring the milk into her glass, looking at Beck with an arched brow. Lifting the carton up, she surveyed it for a moment. “Well, it’s about the fat, darling. Supposedly better than whole milk, but my god, at what cost? I say give me the fat and give me the cream, life tastes better that way, don’t you think? Don’t get me started on almond milk, either.” Her face scrunched up a moment, “Or pea milk, even. Because that definitely exists. I’ve seen it.” How in the world such a thing could be made? She had no idea nor cared to find out. 

[rxsmyers]

"Hypothetically speaking, how do you feel about duckings?"

“What’s in the box, Beck?”

[coerulus]

Brienne when her daughter is born: I already love her so much, and I know that I would die for her.

Beck: Dude... you just met her. You always do this.

[imnobodysson]

❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜

@wxldchxld || dialogue prompts

Murphy jumps back, first at the sight of the fox, then the voice in his head. One that sounds too familiar. He sort of prefers Beck in animal form rather than human, thanks to the uncanny similarities to Clarke. However, he’s managing enough issues besides this, like being stuck in a grounder city playing fake flamekeeper to a fake commander. At least dealing with Beck is less threatening than the ambassadors, despite the row of bared, pointy teeth. 

“Maybe I wouldn’t if you didn’t have four of them.” His voice bites back a whisper, unsure how the whole talking in your brain works. He doesn’t like to think about the secret faction of witches on the Ark and all its implications. There are too many other crises at hand. “Will you be normal? People are here for an audience with heda, not a petting zoo.” 

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

🦨🦨🦨(there were no opossum emojis so Beck's put some skunks in her apartment. It's ok she's pretty sure they're hibernating)

Maria does the smart thing and backs out of her apartment as soon as she catches sight of the skunks, calling SHIELD animal control. (For all she knows, they’re some of Beck’s shapeshifting friends.) Beck gets very unfriendly looks for the next week and Maria is definitely not sharing any of her coffee.

[stcriestcld]

Ros is not a woman prone to open displays of emotion - or, as she refers to crying in one episode, “emotional incontinence”.  

But one day, without a word spoken about it, this suncatcher is hanging in a window.  Not just a window - one of the ones facing the street, where it can be seen by anyone passing by.

Ros doesn’t say a word about it, though she may have subtly  encouraged Beck to notice it.

It’s hardly a wedding ring, or vows exchanged in front of friends and family.  Ros, at least, is a long way from that.  But it’s absolutely Ros’ silent statement that her heart’s been captured by a certain shapeshifting witch, and that her home is absolutely Beck’s home.

(credit to SunArtGlassGallery on Etsy)

[tostxyalive]

                                                    Beck and Clarke                                                                    @wxldchxld

[graunblida]

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She had worked all through the night, and had even recruited several of her friends to help her with her little heist.

The first step had been to gather enough eggs to feed a small army. The second was to paint each one and enchant them all with little surprises. The third step was to paint her paws in pastels and leave colorful prints all over the training grounds where she and Dori hid each egg. The fourth step was to help Cora whip up a feast of delectable foods like honeyed pheasants, tender and spicy roasted goat, and more fruit pies and jam cookies than she could count. The fifth, and last, step was to bolt into Lexa's room and leap onto the bed.

"Lexa! Lexa wake up! The hunt is on!" The little fox proclaimed, bouncing higher and higher on the bed each time. "Hurry! Hurry! Come outside!"

It was a beautiful morning in Polis. Leaves were slowly returning to the limbs of trees. The landscape began to look more full opposed to the barren and BLEAK appearance during the colder months. Soon, the sun would shine just so in the commander’s chambers, and if she had not already risen, the rays would ensure she get out of bed.  

The commander grumbled when the sounds of a certain quadrupedal mammal reached her eardrums. Little paws scampering against the floor ( and soon springing off the bed ) marked the start of ‘feck’s’ reign of terror for the day. With a dramatic sigh, Leksa rolled over, took one of her pillows and held it tightly against the back of her head as if that would somehow drown out the witch’s excitement. 

“ The hunt is...what? ” Dark tresses were peeled away from her face as the warrior begrudgingly lifted her head from under the pillow. Before she went anywhere, her braids would need to be redone. Green eyes were half open one moment, and then the next, they were big, round circles upon noticing the remnants of paint on the foxes paws. “ Hey, you’re going to get that everywhere- ” The commander swiped her arm out in an attempt to catch Beck, but she simply bounced out of the way. “ What could be so important at this hour? ” She would most likely have to HUMOR the witch in order to receive an answer. 

[suranaofthefrost]

Found a Fox

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Kalyn had been traveling the mountain for a while, having heard that the Inquisition base called Skyhold was somewhere near. She’d left the path though, and now couldn’t find it. Sighing she looked to the three hounds near her. Cherry pie seemed to be doing fine, used to traveling with his master. Despite the grey encroaching around his mussel, he was still bulky and kept in good shape, no trace of flab on him. Trailing just behind him were his pups, Wynn and Irving, now 4 years old and still excitable. They had been traveling since they were roughly 7 months old, but even now they were getting antsy. Sighing, Kalyn decided a break coouldn’t hurt and sat down. As the three hounds swarmed her she laughed and petted them all. “Do you guys see anything?” She laughed, prompting them all to run off. Cherry ran back down the mountain a bit, knowing what he was looking for, while Wynn took off in a seemingly random direction, her bigger brother following her.

After running for a long while, Wynn finally came to a halt in front of a new creature. Curious, she stood and panted a bit before barking to let the creature know she was there. Irving caught up quickly, whining at his sister about her taking off without him.

[saltedcrow-blog]

"I don't need your help."

"Pretty girl, walking all alone on the King's Road near nightfall..." Theon mused as he sidled up beside her once more. "You say you don''t need my help, but if you wish to keep your virtue you might wish to change your mind. Don't you know who I am?"His grin was crooked and downright roguish. Were it not for the kraken upon his chest and the fine clothing he wore it would be easy to mistaken him for any working boy that evening, already deep in his cups in celebration."If you don't wish my help, perhaps you'd take my coin... I do love a woman with red hair.”

[tribridkissed]

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Sometimes, being here in the school rubbed Hope the wrong way, and it bothered her that it did. After all of the bullying, and the dependency, moments of actual SILENCE, ate aware at her until she was nothing but an agitated mess. Luckily, Beck’s appearance helped her to fill the silence with someone else’s breathing, and that at least calmed her down...for now. “I swear that not a day goes by that I don’t wish more people were loud and obnoxious.” For which she would definitely STILL complain about them to their face, but chaos to Hope, was infinitely better than the absence of it.

[justicescreaming]

The others were working on getting their friends and relatives out of the cryopods.  Charmained headed back to a pod that only she, Abby and Monty had known about.  She keyed in the code to let the inhbabitant wake up again.  “You have every right to be angry with me,” she told Beck.  “But I’m not sorry about what I did.  And I’d do it again if I had the chance.”

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