#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? ” 

[inxthexshadows]

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peach & beck feat. @wxldchxld

[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. ’

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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.” 

[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)

[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.

[graunblida]

@wxldchxld​

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. 

[tostxyalive]

                                                    Beck and Clarke                                                                    @wxldchxld

[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.

[inxthexshadows]

"I know." Peach mused. It felt so good, to feel so carefree. The incident with Joe hadn't been ideal, but it allowed her to prove herself a bit more. If Guinevere hadn't come here today, Peach would probably still be nervously in her metaphorical closet. But,this evening showed that she was much more happy and powerful to not hold anything back. To not hide things.

It was a breath of fresh air.

Peach's smirk turned into a sleep grin and she nodded. "Relax." She teased. "I would never really go at it with Sleeping Inebriation over there." As if on cue, Guinevere turned in her sleep and Peach had to muffle her laughter until Beck's long hair.

Eventually, however, she had calmed down enough to steady her breathing and close her eyes completely. "Goodnight, Beck." She mumbled.

She had slept better than she thought she would. Perhaps the excitment of the evening had worn her out more than she had originally thought and when she finally opened her eyes she was happy to know that she ess still entangled with her girlfriend, but Guinevere was nowhere to be found.

"Shit." She groaned and rubbed at her eyes. It was like losing track of a toddler. Who knew what Guin was up to. If she was calling Joe, Peach would kindly smash her phone against the wall.

inxthexshadows​:

Peach chuckled softly and tried to picture it in her head. Joe was tall and lanky and it looked like a cartoon to her, him trying to throw the aninals off of him. Like an old Saturday Morning Comic. Her eyes gleamed as she met Beck’s gorgeous eyes. “Good, it serves him right.”

She didn’t want the man dead, but there had to be consequences to stalking women. Besides, it was his fault that he and Guinevere even split up. He was the one that got jealous and confronted Guinevere about an affair. They probably didn’t even talk it out. He pointed fingers and Guin’s pride got the best of her.

He probably realizes his mistake and followed her here. Men were exhausting, and Joe was in a whole new league. He was down right abysmal.

Some men told you to smile, Joe peeped in windows and stowed away in vehicles that weren’t his. There was a special place in hell for him and Peach hoped it was full of cats that looked just like cats. “I’ll be sure to send him a plush cat with a ‘get well never’ card.

Her mood softened when Beck mentioned the closet and Peach curled her fingers against the woman’s cheek. ”Our closet.“ She said. “I want the place to look like you live here, too.”

Then, she waved her hand. “Guin isn’t as scary as my parents and I never want you to not feel like yourself in your home. I– it felt good to say it, I want to say it. I like you. A lot. And Guin is my best friend, she needs to know. I liked being able to show her how happy I am with you.” Then, her eyes hooded. “And while I’m glad she’s safe, a part of me wished she wasn’t here so you can show me just how proud of me you are.” She offered a quick wink as she bit her lower lip.

Our closet. Peach said. It occurred to her that she’d been thinking about this wrong. Selling Peach short. Beck wasn’t moving into Peach’s apartment, Peach was trying to make this their home. And that meant so much more than just sharing a closet. Beck couldn’t help herself. She kissed Peach again, and then she laid her head on her shoulder. 

She would have done anything for Peach in that moment, she was so perfectly happy. Her worries from earlier had faded into nothingness. Peach wanted her. She was willing to change her home for her, to carve out space for her in her life. She wasn’t going to throw that away or kick her out. That was ridiculous. She should have been ashamed of herself for even thinking it, better yet letting it drive her to smoking in her car.

Then again, maybe it was a good thing. They might not have seen Joe if she hadn’t had to have some air.

“You’re amazing, do you know that?” Beck whispered, curling Peach’s hair around  one of her fingers gently. It was always to perfect and smooth. 

“But you have to behave.” She laughed as she said it, and pushed at her girlfriend’s shoulder playfully. “Guin’s snoring half a foot away, and I’m not that kind of kinky.”

[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.”