#bankin

[fictionkinfessions]

Wow Ban you’re a fox therian ! Thats so crazy !

Me, who was raised by a Fox Beastman without realizing it . Me who was raised better by a fox man than humans . Me who was understood more by my buglike nonhuman girlfriend than any human/heavily human adjacent races [high class demons/goddess race/giants]. Me who got phantom limbs my whole life and thought it was just . Normal to think you should have a tail . Me who got euphoric over people seeing me as the Fox sin of Greed because fox . Me who whined and barked and yipped as opposed to proper speaking when i could because it was just more comfortable . Me who showed VERY OBVIOUS SIGNS OF BEING NONHUMAN . yeah guys its so shocking .

— the Fox sin of Greed, Ban the Undead [Seven Deadly Sins]

[you can just tag Ban iyw, the whole title is just cus im flashy :3c]

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[kos-mos]

dnd game has me thinkin abt them again

[miscblogs]

SUNDAY DRIP MARKETING I’M CRYING OH MY GOD. IT’S HAPPENING! IT’S HAPPENINGGGGGGGGGGG

[mitchmrner]

auston WHAT KIND OF BANK PASS

[cinematitlecards]

"Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" (1964) Directed by Larry Roemer (Animated/Adventure/Christmas)

[bingotime]

feel like puking. i need my mood swings to stop getting so bad recently, this is getting really scary. maybe its just more reactive to all the bad shit inthe world, makes sense. wish i could actually stomach shit, why is the world so evil like this. i mean all i can do is chill and breathe it out, kinda like meditation or whatever. my old therapist used to tell me to focus on parts of my body and pretend like i was winding it down slowly to ground myself. doing that, kind of helping. i dont think im mentally ill i just think the world is bad and im angry that its bad. maybe not actually a mood swing, this is a fairly standard response to seeing awful things continuing to happen. not a mental problem, but a constant constant constant systematic one where ppl who shouldnt be in awful situations are indeed in awful situations

[companionsofusall]

Actually starstruck is actually the second time that banking was a big plot point in fantasy high

[bazelgeuce]

The snow is late :/

[lastinline4brains]

ok time tooo b half asleep n half suicidal cept theres diff sorta panic idfk how 2 feeel or access right n then also yellin frm aasterrr

[brokentrafficknight]

Was bankin' this one. A really cute OT3... That I can cry myself to sleep over never being able to happen.

[floralscented]

on the outskirts of the good morning america! stage stand two men far too big for the aprons being tied around their waists. one has a cigarette in his teeth, the other has a joint, and neither look at each other. it’s already too much that they have them standing right next to each other to walk out together; why the hell would they push it?

“looks great, sweetheart,” ben says to the assistant adjusting the frilly deep red fabric around his waist, straightening the spelt letters on them. most wonderful. as if he needed any more fuel to the fire that was his ego.

cole got time of the year. they're supposed to go onto that stage, stand close enough for people to read their cheesy aprons as a full sentence, and present a united front. no, america, these guys do not hate each other — look, they're having the most wonderful time of the year.

who's idea was it to turn this sentence into matching aprons, anyways? ben got a compliment and cole got a time on a calendar.

cole scoffs. ben snorts. as much as he loathes to admit it ever, ben knew cole pretty well, tended to know where his head was at. "and don't you just look darlin'."

"fuck off."

one of the vought higher ups shoots him a stern look. "get it all out of your system before you walk onto that stage," she scolds, nearly a foot shorter than the both of them but with far more fire than either, "because you will not blow this for yourselves, or for vought."

"my reputation is not bankin' on a pussy little talk show about making sugar cookies, madison," her name was madison, apparently, and ben says it with enough conviction that cole thinks they've had conversations like this before, "and puttin' me out there to try and save his when i've had to save his ass many—"

"oh, piss off," cole scoffs again, stamping his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot. "i've been doing great on my own, this has nothing to do with..." he trails off when he catches madison's eye.

madison's smile hardens into something more sympathetic, like she really, truly, regrets to inform him of what's going to come out of her mouth. "smiling like a serial killer when asked to be gentler in your appearances is not 'doing great,' reaper. it's doing the bare minimum. badly."

ben takes the words as ammunition, loads them up in his throat and fires, with a twinkling grin. "you're the bare minimum and i'm the most wonderful. gonna frame this moment—" he holds his hands up together, and spreads them like he's displaying something other than his eye twitching attitude. "good morning america! — where cole found his true self in goddamn buttercream icing, of all things."

"oh my god." cole turns, grabbing a fistful of ben's frilly, sparkly apron and yanking him by it. "one of these days, someone's gonna knock you down a few pegs, and it's gonna stick. and when it happens, i'll be front row—"

a gentle hand touches cole's elbow, hesitantly. well, this is doing nothing for his rep at all. at least he fucked up the meticulously straightened words on ben's apron. the headset wearing girl who approached the both of them smiles just as forced as every single one of cole's. "you two are on in five."

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"now, you'd never be able to tell by lookin' at him, amy," ben starts, placing his hand on cole's shoulder for the thirteenth time in five minutes, "but reaper here loves sugar cookies. dontcha, reap?"

cole started counting at touch six. it's all a game to ben, and cole really, really hates his games. "yep. love 'em."

he should be giving more. but honestly, the only thing in his head is how desperately, how furiously, he wants to snap ben's wrist.

ben pats him on the shoulder again. fourteen. "tell the people how much you love 'em, don't be shy."

he was not being shy, he was being civil. "if you don't get your goddamn hands off of me, ben, i swear to god, i'm breaking every single one of your knuckles."

the soft gasps of the live audience, and the production team falling completely and utterly silent, is the sole indicator that his mic really is as sensitive as they warned him about, and he ignored.

"it's okay!" the host, amy, says quickly, her smile forced and so damn jolly for it being seven in the morning. "we'll... censor it."

that was the worst thing that anyone could have said to them.

the first batch of cookies was already done, pretend baked in the oven when it'd been sitting right in front of them under the counter the whole time, so when ben picked up the remaining ball of cookie dough and threw it at cole, everything fell apart rather quickly.

"did you just f*cking-" cole shoves his hand into the bag of flour, throwing the handful of powder at ben. "don't be a f***ing c*nt."

ben's cackling, white staining the entire front of his glittery red apron in splotches. "batter's up!" flour puffs in his face as cole throws another, dust dancing in front of his laughing expression. "get it? the g*ddamn batter's- well, it's down now, actually."

"shut the hell up."

"um, hey guys," amy says from behind them, flour all over her maroon long sleeve from being caught in the crossfire, "maybe we should... not do this."

they've never listened to anyone in their lives, but especially now, when they're stronger than anyone else in the universe.

"hey, he copped an attitude with me, sweetcheeks," ben says, snatching a cookie off of the tray in front of him, flinging it like a frisbee. "i'm just defending myself."

"well, maybe-"

"defending yourself? so you feel threatened... by flour," cole says, laughing incredulously. "oh! i know why. givin' you flashbacks, isn't it? looks a little too much like c*caine... poor baby."

ben's eyes flash. "watch your f*cking mouth."

"go on, soldier boy! tell the audience how much you love sugar cookies!" cole grabs another handful of flour, blowing it in a poof in front of ben's face. "all that white powder on top... g*ddamn, no wonder you wanted to do this show so badly!"

ben dips his hand into the red icing in front of him, slapping the wad across cole's cheek. the smack sound is so much more pronounced with the buttercream on his palm, and cole can't help it. as much as he wants to be angry, to maybe light the whole room up if it meant incinerating ben, he laughs heartily. "did you just f*cking slap me with buttercream?"

"alright," amy announces over the sound of cole's laughter, and ben's spluttering of it, too, through his defensive words. "i'll be back after this short commercial break."

behind the curtains, madison has her head in her hands. on the stage, ben's swiping his finger across cole's cheek and shoving the icing laden digit between his lips. "pretty damn good," he mumbles gruffly, a twitch of a hesitant smile on his mouth.

most wonderful time of the year indeed.

notes, oh u guys this was so so fun thank u to everyone who convinced me to write it PLSORDLSJ I <3 CHRISTMAS DRABBLES

tags, @jasvtsc @deanswidow @ultravi0lence14 @ostaramoon

[unteriors]

Bankin Street, Katandra West, Victoria.

[thiefscant]

        “i suppose that depends on your definition of confidence…and arrogance.” anais smirks slightly. all in all, they don't really think he's all that. it's just banter. just part of the game.

        they quirk a brow, eyes studying his face as they consider him for a moment, then slowly shake their head. “is that so? well…how strange. would you look at that?” they slowly turn their hand to reveal it to him. “in your honor, a royal flush.”

‘ confidence isn't always quiet. but also, sometimes i am. so where's your logic now? ...also, when did we decide that i'm arrogant? when did that happen? because that feels like a new development. ’

ROLL FOR PERCEPTION: 1 (base) = CRITICAL FAILURE

he's too busy defending himself to notice her sleight-of-hand, not that he ever really had a chance of noticing. ‘ i didn't say i only had two jacks. i'm actually sporting four-of-a-kind right here, which definitely beats whatever you've go, and i'm pretty sure isn't a royal flush. ’

[sidsinning]

yeesh

Germs is probs bankin on Netflix to make up for that box office

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[xxonceuponafuckxx]

@bxtbxys:

“I’m bankin’ on that, sweet cheeks. Now keep quiet.” He grabbed her by her hair and pulled back as he had taken his hard cock and pushed it up Harley’s tight little pussy. “Only noise I wanna hear you making is for me to keep fuckin’ you.”

Harley giggled, whining and moaning as he fucked her. She had warned him, knowing that the Joker would not be happy that someone had touched his little plaything. That was all she could really do. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back and he was pressing her against the wall. She was flexible, but even she couldn't do anything in such a tight space. Harley was used to being fucked roughly, having her hair pulled and being told to shut up. It didn't hurt her feelings, just surprised her. She expected that from other villains, not from a bat. But, then she realized that she remembered this bat. "Hey... Ain't ya the one that Mistah J put down a while back?"