#mvnces . decker .

[hvndredbattles]

@mvnces || sc.

Contrary to stereotypes, Noel's not a particularly heavy drinker, for an Irishman. But fuck, there's nothing better to do the night before a day off in a region they're not meant to go wandering in. (The important thing, then, is that he's rather drunk now.) "'d you know, my nan gave me'n my sisters the wolf birds 'n' bees talk." He shudders as though recalling the memory. "We didn't get the gene, but she thought we might be late bloomers."

He takes another swig from the bottle. "My da said it was basically a rite of passage. If you haven't gotten The Talk from a little aayaa, are you really a Singh?" A pause. He squints at the other. "'s that universal?"

[tigerop]

cont. / @mvnces

Horangi eyed Decker from the corner of his eye. Admittedly, he was capable enough of a pokerface without his sunglasses...but it was significantly harder to hold one. The way his gaze flickered elsewhere immediately was tell enough that he was, in fact, the thief in the night that tended to raid the common kitchen area.

❝ Yeah, well...it's not hard to write a name on something. Something unmarked in a common area is assumed to be common area food. ❞ he scratches at his chin some from beneath the mask and sniffs.

❝ You're seasoning it too much. There's such thing as too little spice and such thing as too much. ❞ he shrugs. ❝ But if that's how you like it-—they're your noodles, not mine. ❞

[soapfcrce-a]

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about || @mvnces

“--And it’s not like y’ should trust the makeup. Like yeah, the properly made powder’s good ‘n all but you’d be surprised at how much shite you find of people cobbling bombs from home products. Like this one time—” 

Of course he keeps rambling on, because Decker hasn’t yelled at him to stop yet or told him off for not shutting up. He’s just sitting there, listening, and Soap? Well, he was going to eat that up. He could probably count on one hand just how many people were ever genuinely interested in listening to him ramble on about his special interests, and unfortunately two of them weren’t on base at the moment. 

He’ll definitely apologize to the guy later for it. If he remembered. 

“S’pose you could say it was like a baking bomb. Would be funny if that were a thing.” A pause to look up at Decker, maybe nudging him with a hand. “What about bread shrapnels, think we could make it happen?” 

[sayitan]

📏 + decker at 6'3

HEIGHT COMPARISON ft. decker

neteyam is casually wondering if he could throw decker like a spear.

[goldshadows]

shenanigans with @mvnces ! / incorrect quotes, accepting.

[rottweilerrr]

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings . - decker

setting prompts.     /     accepting

     They have carved out this little space for each other in their lives, are a usual suspect more than an unexpected outlier by now, and yet, Rottweiler isn’t sure how to feel about it. It wasn’t unusual for people get into trouble at the Black prince and still keep coming back; some people – like Eggsy, Dean, and sometimes himself – even did so on purpose. But the fact that Decker, despite being on bad terms with everyone else in this place and, in his opinion, never having a good time either, so consistently keeps leaving him out of that equation, is making him uneasy. Has been for a while.

As the other slowly swings back and forth, Rottweiler finally comes to a halt. Both feet on the poured rubber ground, he lets a beat of silence pass before turning his head towards him. When he speaks up, his voice sounds assertive in a way that feels strange to him.

“Why you doin’ this?”

[goldshadows]

@kurjaks @mvnces

I just don’t get it, why can’t the rest of the world see what we see?

[hvndredbattles]

" you're bleeding. " - decker to richie

"Yes, well-" Richie squints–a half-wince–when a twist of his body pulls at the fresh injury. "-that does tend to happen with being stabbed." At least this way, he doesn't have to actively hold a healing wound open to dig out a bullet. He does, however, think the blade must have had something on it, because despite the lack of initial burn, it's not healing as quickly as it ought to.

"I'll live."

[soapfcrce-a]

@mvnces and decker || sc!

“Can ye spot me, sir?” 

Finding a quiet moment to actually hit the gym was nice, even if he wished he had brought his proper gym wear and not the first tank top that still smelled socially acceptable. Getting a spot in with the weights even better since Soap made his new circuit. 

A hum as he sat up, patting the bar behind him. “405, but I’m sure that’s no problem for a big boy like you, aye?” A cheeky little grin, nodding back even for emphasis. “New best by the way. Think last time I had a chance at this I was doin’... 305? Sounds ‘bout right.” 

[sayitan]

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet. - from decker

actions speak louder than words ➸ @mvnces / decker .

the young warrior's expression twisted into something akin to offense as decker raised his hand in a hushing gesture and in an instant neteyam mirrored him. an exaggeration of decker's movement and mannerisms, paired with a jerking flick of his tail.

yet, despite his obvious irritation, neteyam said nothing and he stilled his own movements as if he were stalking a hunt. lowering his body slightly into a crouch, poised upon the tips of his toes and readying himself in expectation of . . . something. he turned his golden gaze to their surroundings and strained his senses to hear whatever it was that had driven decker to caution him against sound.

[goldshadows]

@mvnces : [ text ] did you get home safe? - decker to daisy → beep beep, accepting.

( chat, decker 🐈 ) u literally have my location, stupid ( chat, decker 🐈 ) weren't you the one driving? ( chat, decker 🐈 ) damn i think i told that taxi driver some really weird shit

[tigerop]

It's a dead end if they kill us. - decker

His head turns to Decker, a comedically dramatic swivel considering the circumstances. Horangi doesn't speak at fist, his silence doing the speaking for him. ❝ Oh my god, Decker...are you saying people...die when they get killed? Woow. ❞ his pseudo-awe faded and he made a grouchy sort of noise and looked back down to his work at the electronically locked, metal door he was hooked up to with some sort of handheld.

❝ I'd say you're worrying too much but I need you to do all the worrying so I can focus on this instead. So...good job. ❞

[detectivewoof-a]

@mvnces || sc!

Ah, shit…

“Let him through, Deonna, he’s a friend.” He’s already waving the poor girl at the front to step aside, moving to intercept her and Decker. “Actually? The meeting I told you I was waiting for. Just—don’t let anyone bother, yeah?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, or even the inevitable question because Manuel Morales and friends? Didn’t really sound like something that echoed in the station. Oh well, weird questions could be dealt with later, he’s already pulling Decker into the meeting room he had claimed for these little… incidents and shut the door behind them.

“what the hell are you doing here?”

[kingsmanne]

❝ i’ll go with you, if you don’t want to be alone. ❞ - decker

Her left eyebrow is cocked, arms crossed. Defensive, without doubt, as always, considering there is too much to prove and not enough room to actually do it. She keeps her distance, mostly, just for the sake of it.

“What, you think I wouldn't be able to do it alone?" Her tone is sharp enough to see it as a challenge, for sure. She's so easy to irritate these days, even if it was but for an extended hand in kindness.

There’s comfort in being alone. Not having to worry about anyone but yourself, it spells safety for the lone wolf. She knows how ironic this sounds, still. But when lying on the hill for hours, with sharp stone slowly digging into her abdomen and the endlessness above her, it's easy to feel lonely. Nothing but a steady hum to keep herself company, not for the warmth of someone beside. Even if it was but for a kind consideration of her feelings. She can't admit that she's grateful. Pride could be a harsh and disgusting bitch, sitting at the back of her mind.

“Although, I could use a spotter, and with your talents...” She leaves it up for consideration. Better than to admit to any sort of unease; tapping with her index against the cracked lower lip.

source: A MEME | @mvnces

[goldshadowsarchive]

@mvnces : cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . - decker to daisy silence / accepting

she can't even recall the last time she's had something home - cooked to eat. most of it was junk food. instant food. or whole meals that came perfectly packed into a frozen box she'd just have to throw in the microwave. cereal was always a good option, too. but here he is. presenting her with a bunch of veggies, potatoes, some grilled chicken and even sauce. nothing out of a box or a can. she feels helpless suddenly, almost like a stranger in her own home. in her own body. there was no doubt this was going to taste good but she didn't know what to do or say. green eyes stare at the plate he'd prepared for her, not daring to touch it. she's not sure why she feels so uncomfortable with something so nice. but maybe that was exactly why. because it's nice and she's not used to nice. she then glances up and flashes him half of an awkward smile. a sight to behold, daisy unwin being genuinely insecure. " so, what, are you secretly a chef ? "

[goldshadows]

@mvnces