Okay Okay Everybody

There's really no chance against that

News Article: Pope Francis arrives in Japan and declares “Ever since I was young, I have felt a fondness and affection for these lands.”

Swiss: So, the Pope is a weeb?

Dew: Does that mean he has the power of God AND Anime on his side?! I think it’s time to pack it in, ghouls and ghoulettes. God is one thing, but we don’t stand a chance against Anime Logic and Shonen Plot Armor…

Don't question it

Terzo: While I disrespectfully diagree-

Nihil: Don't you mean respectfully?

Terzo: *staring him dean in the eyes* NO!

I think we all should Kiss the goat 🤭

(Per's new tattoo)

(@mdemorita 's based on his post)

How do they react to a new Ghoul/Ghoulette?

(A little music for the story...only because this was the last song I listened to while writing)

Sodo:

He is really reserved at the beginning and only sees the mistakes you make, so half of his eyes will always be on you. BUT! He will notice more and more similarities between himself and you, so he will spend more time around you.But he does all this in such a way as not to be too noticeable, because he is Sodo after all. When you sit on the couch, he sits next to you because "it's more comfortable there", or when you practice, he goes to practice too, if you play the guitar, he gives you a couple of tips to make it easier to play through a concert, etc. In the end, you will notice that there is no place where he is not there with you, and you will consciously spend more time with him. I'll give you two months and you and Sodo will prank the others together

Swiss:

Swiss is very accommodating and he will be the first Ghoul to talk to you all afternoon after your summoning, show you around the ministry and help you set up your room while talking about the band. He helps you find which instrument suits you and then finally gives the others free space to talk to you. He will be the Ghoul with whom you fall asleep on the sofa and no one will be surprised if you go on random trips either as you two or with others. You and Swiss will be very good friends very soon.

Rain:

He takes you a little more calmly than anyone in the Ministry. He gives you time and lets you want to talk to him first if you want, completely the opposite of what Swiss did. After you get to know each other enough, Rain takes on the role of a protective brother and tries to help you in everything. Don't know how to use your power? He helps you. Don't you know what to do when you're angry? Rain will still be there for you. Can't learn one of the music you play at a concert, even though you've been practicing for a long time? He sits down next to you and helps you practice until you feel sure of your knowledge. If you have any problems, you can turn to Rain at any time and he will always take care of it for you. It goes back and forth with you two, if Rain has a problem, you help him out.

Phantom:

Two new members in one place, as soon as he settled in, he got a new and unknown Ghoul/Ghoulette and he is afraid that he will offends you. Since no one knows you yet, there is no one to ask what you like and what you don't like so he will avoid talking to you in the beginning. (which, let's face it, hurts you a little, but he doesn't do it directly) When he realizes that he hurt you, he will do everything to make it up to you. Poor little thing has always hugs you when he sees you ever since so you don't think he doesn't like you. After you talked about why he avoided you, You two spend a lot of time with each other and with Aurora, and you will become the "rookie trio".

Mountain:

He's the one who looks scary but he is a cinnamon roll. He is much taller than you, the tallest member of the band and also one of the most patient and quiet member. In the beginning, you two won't talk much (he doesn't talk that much basically), but you get along quite well. After a couple of concerts, you'll be beating the poor guy's drum like Swiss and Sodo. You have something in common and after a while you get unlimited access to the Earth Ghoul garden.

Aether:

(since he is not around the band much now, so it's like "I just got back who the hell are you?") Aether is very surprised as he did not expect another new member. You will also notice this, because whenever you hear him speak, he will surely ask the others about you, so you will be the one to speak with him first and not vice versa. In any case, Aether gonna likes you too very quickly and tells a lot about what the band was like in the past and what they did together, which you always listen to curiously.

Cirrus/Cumulus:

(I write them together because I think they would react almost the same and would always be by your side) Cumulus and Cirrus would take on the role of mother in the beginning and help you a lot. I'm sure, and no one can change my mind about this, but Cumulus and Cirrus are very gossipy and will tell you all sorts of things about the others. Spill the tea every night bby. Basically, the two of them were really looking forward to having a new member among them, because the more the better.

Sunshine:

SHE WILL TREAT YOU THE CUTEST. Sunshine is an energy bomb and gets you into all things adrenaline related. Everyone describes her as calm, quiet...well fuck this. Sunshine is the loudest, most electrifying personality (after Swiss ofc) and I'm sure there isn't a day that doesn't go by where she doesn't get hurt for some reason, slipped on the floor, slipped on the stairs. She's the one who randomly jumps up from the couch and just said...Swiss you catch everyone!...and starts playing tag with anyone. You just can't help but love Sunshine and she will be a very good friend.

Aurora:

Aurora will be completely fired up that she is finally not the "new member". She will be the one who can finally provide normal advice regarding integration, as she recently went through this too. She will spend a lot of time with you and be as direct with you as Swiss. You quickly develop a good relationship with each other and regularly go to dance with her at concerts.

(ps.: sorry if I worded something wrong or the spelling is wrong, English is not my first language)

Who is the favourite?

Aurora:*runs into the living room where she sees Phantom* Tell me Swiss loves me more than he loves you.

Phantom: It's 'bout the same ig.

Aurora: Eh, I'll take it.

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

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?

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."