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Ask/Rp blog for Wire (Kid Pirates) coordinate brain and mouth. ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out. Wish I knew.

[inboxstuff]

Come into my inbox and give my muse some bad advice!

[coxgitando]

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

[kpwire-blog]

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

(`･ω･´) : What does your muse completely gush over?

＿|￣|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?

(｀-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?

(´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of

depression?

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ : What calms your muse down?

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ : What irritates your muse the most?

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they're angry?

（ ´Д｀） : Is your muse loud in bed?

（　ﾟДﾟ） : What does your muse do when surprised?

┐('～`；)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what

do they do?

（´∀｀） : What could your muse care less about?

（　´_ゝ`） : Who or what is your muse most indifferent

about?

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest?

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when

very excited?

⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

(　´Д｀)ﾉ(´･ω･`)　ﾅﾃﾞﾅﾃﾞ: Does your muse pat others on the

head? If not, do they get pat on their head?

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))): What is your muse terrified of?

Σ(ﾟДﾟ): What would your muse be most shocked to obtain?

( ﾟдﾟ): What amazes your muse?

(´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ: How friendly is your muse around new people?

('A`) : What does your muse do when they're alone?

（´-`）.｡oO( ... ) : What does your muse think about a lot?

(ﾟДﾟ;≡;ﾟДﾟ): Is your muse impatient?

( ´д)ﾋｿ(´Д｀)ﾋｿ(Д｀ ): Does your muse enjoy gossiping?

（･∀･)つ⑩ : Does your muse enjoy saving or spending money? Or are they indifferent?

(ﾟдﾟ): When your muse didn't expect something, what do they do?

(ﾟ⊿ﾟ) : Is your muse in denial a lot?

（・∀・） : Does your muse like to tease people?

（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

（ つ Д ｀） : When your muse is sad, what do they do?

♪┏(・o･)┛♪ : Can your muse dance well?

d(*⌒▽⌒*)b : What makes your muse the happiest they could ever be?

(╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?

(≧ロ≦): Is your muse a screamer in bed?

(ΘεΘ;): How much of a tsundere is your muse?

（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse's laugh sound like?

┌(；`～,)┐ : What discombobulates your muse?

ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ : How does your muse run?

ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ : Is your muse violent when angry?

[kpwire-blog]

So someone over in kilguin chat gave me this amazing HC idea that wires mute. I've been toying with it. I like it.

[rppanda]

Send me 🚫 to encounter my Muse during a violent meltdown!

[kpwire-blog]

I miss rping. Anyone still about?

[polkadot-soldier]

@kpwire “At least it was mostly small in size, can just sort of blend the missing section into the rest of the hair and you don’t even notice that it’s suffered a hack job.” The chuckle was dry, lifeless, unsurprising since even if others wouldn’t notice his butchery of the golden locks he still knew what he’d done to them. It would grow back at least, of course it would take time, but there was comfort in knowing that what had been harmed would eventually return.

There were greater things to worry about than his hair right now.

Shrugging out of the dark shirt revealed the extent of the stain, the dark ink having left a blue-purple tint to the golden skin. A kind of mockery of a bruise and reminder of his bad luck, stretched over his left side in sharp contrast to the natural tan of his right. “So… think you can help get it off?” Killer didn’t whine, he wasn’t a child, but there was a slight pleading edge to his tone that was impossible to deny. Shirt being quietly folded to rest in his lap, hands fidgeting with the fabric as the ink spill was scrutinized.

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He studied the splodge of ink for a moment, and if he was honest subtly enjoyed the view for a moment. Killer truly was a very good looking man "Absolutely."

He turned and looked through the content of an obscenely tidy drawer, and pulled out a can of hairspray, some tea tree oil and an exfoliating mask. "it'll be a miracle if one of these dosnt work, sweetheart." He took the shirt, placing it neatly on his table then shook the hairspray "Ready?"

[kpwire-blog]

Tag dangling from the short dark chocolate stem, reading 'Happy Halloween!!' a fair sized rose made from flattened toffee and covered in a thin layer of chocolate attached to the stem.

"Wow! Thank you, I love chocolate!"

[polkadot-soldier]

@kpwire

“Um, how exact is exactly, exactly? Because well….” Trailing off with a slightly awkward grumble he tried to think of a way to explain just how much ink there was, grateful for the reassuring touch of pats along his crown. “There was an… incident, involving a rather full ink refill bottle and a loose nail… The shirt could not be saved, and there’s now an awkward chunk missing from my hair I’m none too pleased over.” Killer ruffled slightly at the memory of having to cut through his hair, he could almost feel the empty spot where it had been removed, though with a quiet sigh he got to the point. “Majority of my back lower, upper left side, and left arm starting high shoulder to about mid forearm.”

[kpwire-blog]

"oh, sweetheart... Your hair?" He sounded as though he felt killer's pain. "I could have toned that out for you.." He softly pet the smaller man. Poor thing wasn't going to be okay with an impromptu haircut like that. "take your shirt off, let me take a look. I'm sure I've got something that will help"

[polkadot-soldier]

It was pointless Wire was warm around him, a reassuring weight at his back that Killer could lower his guard around, there was no longer any need to put on pretenses. Tentatively cool hands lowered to rest over the others around his middle, fingers lightly grazing the wrists before settling over the soft hands. Curling them closer only slightly as the back of the helmet came to rest against his shoulder, slightly leaning into the embrace to show his support of the action. “Wonderful.” He sighed, whether it was over the acceptance of his invitation to tea, or the hug none could be sure.

“…You do?” It was put forth quietly, like a child asking if they were really allowed something so decadent. There was a small secret, one heavily guarded from the crew, that Kill harbored and that was her may be a tiny, tiny, bit jealous of Wire’s tea sets. While being an avid tea drinker he was never very good with keeping the more delicate of the china sets, they always seemed to chip on him no matter what he tried. Being a futile endeavor he gave up buying them and simply drank his tea in the heavy metal beer mugs Kidd sometimes attracted during an attack. “I would be honoured to try your new teas with you.”

A hug was not a position conducive for walking, and Killer regretfully eased slightly from the embrace. Leaving his fingers curled with the others, he guided them into the depths of the ship towards the others room. Better the privacy of a personal cabin after all than the kitchen or other public space, at least then he could properly appreciate the tea rather than messing around with maintaining the secret of his appearance.

[kpwire-blog]

"I do! Oh, honey, I think you'll love my newest set, it really did bring you to mind" He was smiling, hiding a childish excitement Killer could probably feel, actually. The little blonde just made him feel really special, and he really enjoyed quiet time with him. With the hidden part of Killer most never actually saw. Gently holding hands, he allowed himself to be led, giving a little squeeze as they got to his room where he let go and shut the door, before lighting candles - with a delicate vanilla scent naturally. Next, he set a kettle to boil and pulled out the delicate set of dainty white China, with a pale blue pattern adorning the edges with just the slightest hints of metallic silver interspersed with the little blue details. He arranged fancy little sweets and biscuits on a matching two tiered afternoon tea style plate as always paying attention to detail and making it look lovley. He set it down on the table.

"What sort of tea? I have a little of everything, white, green black or herbal"

[mastersotherexperiments]

((Continuing from here @kpwire ))

“Hmm…I guess you have a point…” Caesar just seemed amused. “Well fine, I’ll be generous and allow you to go slow and enjoy my body then shurorororo-ah!” He’d just been talking, obviously not seeing what Wire was doing until he felt hands on his ass, his cheeks spread and a warm tongue against his entrance. He inhaled sharply as it pushed inside him, spreading his legs a bit and moaning softly.

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Wire moaned quietly, hands on his lovers hips, pulling him close, his tounge exploring inside. He made sure to enjoy and to please but also to not go too slow, he wanted no reason for complaint - only wanting happy, pleasured responses from this gorgeous creature. It was for the scientist to feel adored to feel satisfied and for Wire to provide that and God, was providing that making him feel fantastic! He wanted nothing more right now than to hear more of those delighted sounds, and to just ride him. But that would wait, just a little longer

[mastersotherexperiments]

The tongue pushed inside and Caesar squeaked and almost fell over. He blamed the blindfold for making his sense of balance weird, not the fact he was very much enjoying this. Though he would prefer Wire’s dick in there he had to admit the man was talented with his tongue.

“G-good…” He was trying to keep his voice level. “Just keep going!”

[kpwire-blog]

Instinctively, he moved one strong arm to catch him, and help keep him steady as he gladly obeyed, keeping his tounge moving. He'd occasionally make a soft moan or pant for breath a little but in all, he was mostly quiet, obedient and consumed with what he was doing.

[kpwire-blog]

"Brought Singapore noodles, Heat's making something later that involves compressed chickpeas so figured takeout for lunch could be excused." Flopping onto the floor by the other Killer placed the white container on the table, settling back with his back lent against the others legs. Helmet removed to let blonde locks flow free, fringe covering bright blue eyes as they studied the contents of the box. "Was wondering... Do you have anything to get ink stains out of skin? I've a little problem..."

"You, my dear, are an absolute Saint. Compressed chickpeas...why..." he looked a little disgusted, gently petting the body parts resting against him. He went quiet a moment, thinking about the ink stain situation. Whatever it was. "I believe I probably do. I've got some lovley exfoliating scrubs. Where is it and how much ink exactly?"

[nazarbabe]

Captain With Magnet Powers + First Mate With Metal Mask = A Fun Time For All (except Killer)

You know they’re all dead now tho

[polkadot-soldier]

[ @kpwire ]

Chin resting on his chest, breathing a quiet sound echoing in his ears, the heavy weight of his eyelids kept Killer quiet and still allowing Wire to do as he pleased - the display painted by a sense of trust.  The nimbleness and control displayed over the heavy hair helped ease the tension of his scalp, a quiet hum accompanying the methodical movement, he was so very relaxed and if this continued he’d probably end up falling asleep where he stood.

That wouldn’t do though, they were out on deck he was meant to be watching over the loading of the new cargo, he couldn’t very well relax like this when there was a job to do. No matter how nice it felt or how much it helped sooth the aches of over strung muscles he could not yet relax, not yet when there was still so much more he had to do around the ship.

Hand reaching up to lightly rest over the smooth fingers working over his shoulders, the difference between the harsh callouses of his own fingers and those delicate cared for ones reminding him he should take time for himself a little more often then he did. Shoulders drawing back as he tensed once more, shaking off the seeping feeling of relaxation that had tried to settle in stressed bones. “This is very much appreciated Wire, but now is hardly the appropriate time. After all we must be figures of authority for the crew… Perhaps you’d like to join me for tea?”

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He rubbed a little more gently as he pretended to think it over. Figure of authority, yes, Killer was that. Tea. Of course he'd love to join the little blonde for tea, actually, he had a huge soft spot for Killer. Really he'd do anything Kill said if he was honest with himself. He let his fingers stop working, instead slipping his arms around him in a loose hug from behind. "Alright, you've got a good point there. Tea sounds wonderful"

That was quite a good excuse to give Killer some pampering. And to get use out of the darling tea set he'd picked up last he was in a town. Then, of course, there were the delightful loose leaf teas he'd picked up there too! The memory of the little shop brought a smile to his lips. The owner had been quite scared at first, expecting him to be a brute- he was one of Captain Kid's after all! Instead, he'd picked out some beautiful delicate china and a range of nice blends. The shopkeeper had been shocked at the amount of money -real, she'd checked when she thought he wasn't looking- he'd casually spent in there. Oh! And the little confections! That shop sold the nicest little candies and biscuits. He'd definately been listening to his sweet tooth in there. He'd even picked up some nice candles and oils in the lady's brothers shop next door. Yeah, he could definately treat Killer very nicely.

"I've got a lot of nice new teas from the last town, actually."

[joeywraith]

Wire as a real devil

[joeywraith]

[mastersotherexperiments]

((Continuing from here @kpwire ))

“Hmm…I guess you have a point…” Caesar just seemed amused. “Well fine, I’ll be generous and allow you to go slow and enjoy my body then shurorororo-ah!” He’d just been talking, obviously not seeing what Wire was doing until he felt hands on his ass, his cheeks spread and a warm tongue against his entrance. He inhaled sharply as it pushed inside him, spreading his legs a bit and moaning softly.

[kpwire-blog]

Wire moaned quietly, hands on his lovers hips, pulling him close, his tounge exploring inside. He made sure to enjoy and to please but also to not go too slow, he wanted no reason for complaint - only wanting happy, pleasured responses from this gorgeous creature. It was for the scientist to feel adored to feel satisfied and for Wire to provide that and God, was providing that making him feel fantastic! He wanted nothing more right now than to hear more of those delighted sounds, and to just ride him. But that would wait, just a little longer