Greeting In A Slightly Different Way...

The rest of the band and well...

There is no hope for Swiss 💀

(but that's why we love him)

(I bet he listen to this music every day and dance to it in his room)

Daily Sylvan <3

Parenting issues

Sodo, brusting into the room: It's missing!

Rain, turned away: What missing?

Sodo: T-the thing!

Rain, gets up while removing Phantom's head from his lap: What thing?

Sodo, relaxing: Oh! You have it.

Rain: Wh-

Rain: YOU MEANT OUR CHILD LIKE A THING?

Can I have a slice of it? 😇

of course I went to a ritual to have fun, for music, yeah? of course, why else would I even-

pics are mine please don't steal my personal dose of rains ass

Professional driver

Dew: I'm a confident driver *says with a proud smile*

Rain: YOU NEARLY RAN OVER SWISS! *while holding on for his dear life*

Dew: Confidently *with a straight face*

What would be their favorite series?

(the gif is not mine)

Swiss: Gossip Girl

NO matter what anyone says, Swiss is sassy. He must be the one who turns on the TV with a bottle of wine and switches to Gossip Girl (Cirrus and Cumulus are also watching it with him) I can also see him wearing pink to watch the new Barbie movie. W rizz for Swiss.

Sodo: The Walking Dead

I have nothing to add, that's it and that's it

Aether: Friends

I think Aether likes comedy and this series matches his energy. I'm sure Chandler and Rachel are one of his favorite characters. Chandler gives me an Aether vibe.

Rain: Never Have I Ever

One word RomCom. Rain is the one who gets into bed after a hard day and takes out the tissue (😈) , bring the rest of the wine left by Swiss and watch a romantic movie (in this case, a series) THIS GHOUL NEEDS LOVE. END OF STORY.

Mountain: Peaky Blinders

Crime, drama, history, series? It's the best together. Now imagine him dressed in a suit like a big gang leader. Our dear calm Ghoul is the biggest criminal (only in his mind). If he was invited to appear in a series like Peaky Blinders, the poor thing would pass out. (if I were not writing about a series right now, The Godfather would be a dream choice for Mountain)

Phantom: Shameless

I don't know why, but when I think of Phantom, this series somehow jumps into my mind. Don't ask me, but I stand by this opinion.

Cirrus: Lucifer

I know you've been waiting for this word. I don't need to say much about this series, I think everyone knows it, Cirrus first started watching because she was curious how people could see Lucifer. And later she became addicted to this series. Are there new parts? No one could go near the TV until Cirrus had watched the last new episode.

Cumulus: American horror story

Hear. Me. Out. Cumulus LOVES horror and what could be better than a horror movie? A horror series. She watches American Horror Story alone. She likes to pay attention to details and there are many of them in this series, so she can watch it happily without any distractions. (btw, I think Phantom is afraid of horror movies, so Cumulus doesn't even watch similar movies around him)

Sunshine: Wednesday

I think Sunshine LOVES the supernatural sleazy series. I'm sure her other favorite is Teen Wolf. Well, back to Wednesday. As I wrote last time, Sunshine is an energy bomb who loves to move, go and explore. There is a werewolf girl named Enid in the series. I think Sunshine and Enid (as a character) could be the same person. They move all day, they smile all the time, they bring joy to people's lives.

Aurora: Euphoria

This woman is a mood, just like euphoria. (I haven't seen the entire series, so if what I'm writing is not correct, I'm sorry in advance) The protagonist of Euphoria wants to escape from the world. I think that's what Aurora did when she found this band. The fact that Aurora can finally feel at home means a life to her. I think this series shows her the path she took, and I'm also sure that she wouldn't be able to watch it even once without crying. (I don't know who believes that Ghouls and Ghoulettes are actually demonic beings. I like this ASSUMPTION. I don't know who's thinking and what and I can't prove anything against anything. But even if it's the case that they're not human, I don't think Aurora was summoned by them either. I think Aurora was once summoned by someone and she was stuck on the Earth looking for what she had to do here and not in hell. That's when she met Papa. BUT this is my opinion, this is not true, i mean is possible, but I am sure that it is not, but that is beside the point. Everyone can think what they want or not?.)

Copia: Sherlock

Copia always gives me such a vintage vibe, don't ask me I don't get it either. But the feeling is that when Copia can immerse himself in a series, then only Sherlock can be considered here. Papa Sherlock. Give this man a magnifying glass, a pipe and a hat and we have the happiest leader.

Papa's help

Phantom: If we are in danger and we need help, who do we call?

Sodo: Papa.

Phantom: What if Papa can't help?

Sodo: If Papa can't help we're all doomed.

Per's new story on insta let's gooo ❤️

Do I just think he's getting more active again?

The voices

Papa: You know that voice in your head that tells you what you're doing is wrong? *looks at Sodo*

Sodo: You mean the one that sounds like Aether?

Swiss: *playing his phone on the couch then suddenly looks up* It sounds like Rain to me but okay

HOW LONG HAVE I WAITED FOR THIS 😭😭

i know we've seen minute man dew on here before. how does he react to swiss being as rough as he was tonight

Dew knows something's coming.

Swiss has only been getting worse as the tour goes on, and he's learned to anticipate the other ghoul's ferality. It took Swiss sneaking onto his platform and sinking his teeth into his shoulder to really drive that point home, but Dew knows what to expect now. Knows that he needs to be hypervigilant when the stage lights go blue, when first notes of Watcher in the Sky ring out and the crowd starts to shriek.

He knows something's coming, and Dew tries his best not to tense up when Swiss' heavy bootfalls shake his platform. His fingers don't so much as falter on his strings when that broad body molds itself to his back, the wail of his guitar not quite enough to drown out the way Swiss pants wildly in his ear.

He knows something's coming, but he's still somehow unprepared for the large hand that sneaks behind his guitar. His foot goes heavy on his pedal as Swiss gropes at him, a harsh inhale sucking the already damp fabric of his balaclava into his mouth.

Swiss' other hand digs into his hip and Dew spits a curse that no one but he can hear. Swiss snarls in his ear, a possessive, predatory sound that does absolutely nothing to help the immediate tingle that's settling between his legs. Dew burns with it, thrown into immediate flashbacks of that moment on the last leg of the tour. Of Swiss sneaking up behind him and grabbing at his crotch in front of thousands, rubbing a nipple through his uniform and snickering in his ear.

This is so, so much worse.

Dew bites the inside of his cheek, palms sweatier than usual, cheeks so hot behind his mask. He can just barely see Swiss' hand curl into a tight fist behind his guitar, knuckles pressed to Dew's zipper. Swiss mimes a stroking motion that only Dew can see, and he's helpless to do anything but lean back against the solid chest behind him.

What a mistake that is.

He hears the crowd scream in a very distant way, playing purely off of muscle memory while he stares down at Swiss' hand. He knows he's swelling up already, always embarrassingly quick to react to even the slightest stimulation. Swiss fist drags over his pants just enough to feel, and every pass sends a shock through him that pools deep in his gut.

Swiss grinds against him, a firm roll of his hips, and Dew knows he can't watch anymore. Not if he wants to keep his pants unmessed.

Swiss' teeth dig into his shoulder and Dew does the only thing he can think of - grabs his whammy bar and pulls. Lifts his guitar by it, a violent tug that he does every night but has wildly different connotations tonight. Swiss, of course, responds in kind. Screeches in his ear and ruts against his ass. Dew can't help the way his head jerks when he feels Swiss's hand speed up, a familiar motion that goes straight to Dew's rapidly stiffening cock.

It pulses, sits hot against his thigh, and Dew's shoulders roll forward as he drops his guitar back down. For a split second he thinks Swiss isn't going to stop. The thought hits like a punch to the gut, images slamming through his mind of Swiss working him over right here on stage. Fondling him through his pants until he's soaking a wet spot into them for everyone to see. They're all screaming already, and the sudden knot of worry in his gut grows at the thought of how much louder the crowd would get if Swiss chose not to show mercy.

Another, sharper bite to his shoulder has him hissing, and with a firm slap to his ass Swiss is gone. Sauntering back to his own platform with his usual swagger while Dew's head spins. While his cock throbs against his zipper. The whole event only lasted a handful of seconds, something that certainly shouldn't have him so worked up that he leaks into his tight briefs.

And yet.

Worse still, he stays that way for the rest of the show. Has to sneak adjustments between songs, has to hold his guitar close to his body and give it a little hump every now and then. Just enough to take the edge off. He spends entirely too much time on Swiss' side of the stage, earns questioning looks from Rain and Aeon, but Dew couldn't care less. Not when all he can think about is Swiss getting hands on him for real.

The remaining songs pass in a blur, and Dew cannot take his eyes off of Swiss as they trundle backstage before the encore. His fingers won't stop twitching, every inch of him drenched in sweat and his slight chest heaving. Swiss smiles at him with every tooth in his head, gives him a little finger wave, and Dew can't help himself.

He grips the other ghoul by the ascot and yanks like Swiss is a disobedient dog, drags him bodily behind a pair of equipment cases. Swiss is still grinning when Dew shoves him against them, a sweaty hand wrapped around Swiss' throat.

"You motherfucker," he spits, raspy and tight but muffled by his balaclava. "Why the fuck -"

"Bet I can finish you off before we go back on," Swiss interrupts with a wink, reaching out to rub him through his pants. Dew's eyes go wide at the suggestion, and his stomach does a somersault. "C'mon, lemme make a mess outta you."

Swiss squeezes, and Dew's eyes roll back in his head. It's an insane thought. He knows it is. They have less than two minutes before they have to go back on. It's a ridiculous suggestion. Something he shouldn't even consider.

"Do it," he bites out, rocking against Swiss' palm. "Fuckin' make me."

Swiss snickers, tongue flicking over his teeth, but he listens. Wastes no time in tugging Dew's zipper down and pulling him out, in wrapping talented fingers around his slippery length and thumbing over the tip without hesitation. Dew grunts with it, lets his head thump onto Swiss's shoulder while the other ghoul twists his wrist.

"Oh shit," he huffs, little hips twitching in seconds. "Shit, fuck, don't stop, keep - yeah, like that, like that, oh -"

"Better make it quick," Swiss murmurs, entirely too amused. "Sounds like Papa's almost done."

The reminder really isnt necessary. They both know he's not going to last - he's hot all over already, pulsing and leaking over Swiss' thick fingers. Too worked up too care and too sensitive to fight it.

Swiss rubs at his frenulum, his other hand coming up to rub a nipple through his vest, and Dew chokes as memories of the last time Swiss touched him like that slam through his mind. Memories of countless eyes boring into him, of the shriek of a thousand humans bearing witness to him being groped. He pants into Swiss' throat, loud and labored, and Swiss laughs.

"You're thinkin' about them watching, aren't you?"

Dew gurgles as his hips stutter, the hand on Swiss's throat moving to his chest. An effort to keep himself upright while Swiss invades his mind.

"Wishin' we were still out there, wishin' I could milk it outta you under those bright lights?"

Dew shakes his head, tries to spit words of denial, but all that comes out is a harsh whine. Swiss chuckles again, and his grip changes. Closes around his slick tip and works him hard and fast, just the way he'd mimed on stage earlier. Dew grunts, drools into his balaclava as his knees start to shake. The hand on his chest gives him a nice gripe, and Dew feels his balls draw up.

"Make sure alllll those people saw you cream yourself?"

Swiss gives him one last pull, and Dew groans long and low as he does just that. Pulsing in the tight circle of Swiss' fist, knees wobbling as his cock spills his load over those talented fingers. It dribbles down between them, landing in what little space there is between their boots. Swiss coos in his ear while Dew catches his breath, and as a fresh wave of sweat soaks into his compression shirt Dew shivers.

It's all over just as quickly as it started, their Papa's voice fading back into his consciousness as his orgasmic haze dissipates. He's still teasing the crowd about them being done, about to announce the last three songs, and Dew feels himself flush darker than ever. How long had he lasted? Maybe a minute? He doesn't want to think about it. Instead he steps back, shaking out his arms and tucking himself away while he watches Swiss hold up his messy hand.

"Told ya so," he taunts, wiggling his fingers, and Dew rolls his eyes.

"Shut up," he gripes, zipping up and straightening his vest. The crowd's cheers pick up and Dew bounces on the balls of his feet. "You can be a jackass later, we're up again."

"Hang on," Swiss lilts, pushing himself off the cases and closes the short distance between them. "I still gotta clean up."

Dew raises an eyebrow behind his mask, and before he can do anything else Swiss is pulling down his balaclava.

"Swiss, what -"

Swiss leans in and pecks him on the mouth, and then the other ghoul is stretching it just enough to wipe his sticky fingers off on the inside of it. Right over the drool-soaked portion that they both know will sit right over Dew's mouth. He offers a positively vulpine smile as he tugs the thing back up, and Dew sputters.

"Now we can go," Swiss tells him, grabbing Dew by the elbow and bullying him back towards the others before he can argue. He opens his mouth to try, and all it does is make him taste himself. Fills his nose and mouth with salt and sex, and every bit of it goes right to his spent cock.

"You motherfucker," Dew says again, and Swiss gives his ass another smack.

"Don't be too greedy, firecracker," he murmurs as they move to join the others, "I wanna taste that on you tonight."