#banks: 001

[asholestone]

who: @glitchfms (banks) where: at the hell of a festival

Asher was exhausted—tired of running, tired of fighting. Despite having the right skills for dealing with demons and years of studying them, he felt drained. His body ached, and he was amazed he was still on his feet. Resting sounded tempting, but with the town in chaos and his own place uncertain, finding a safe spot to curl up was impossible. He longed for a partner to take turns on watch, but for now, he was alone.

He stumbled into an alley and leaned against a building, trying to catch his breath and figure out his next move. The protection from his devil trap tattoo offered some reassurance, but a few hours of rest would be a welcome relief. As he attempted to relax, he heard movement nearby. Tensing, he readied his tire iron and cautiously peeked out of the alley.

He spotted Banks and felt an immediate urge to rush forward and hug his brother. But distrust clouded his thoughts—there was a chance Banks could be possessed, just like their mother. Asher decided to follow Banks cautiously. Eventually, he could no longer stay hidden and stepped out with his tire iron raised, glaring at Banks.

"Hey, asshole," Asher called out, his voice sharp. "Are you actually Banks, or have you been possessed too?"

[emupowell]

who: @glitchfms where: nightshade park

Emily stood at the entrance to the park, stretching her hamstrings with one hand while balancing herself against a pole with the other. She was waiting for Banks to show up for their usual Thursday jog. Though they called it a jog, it often turned into a leisurely walk filled with conversation. This weekly routine had been their tradition for years, ever since they rekindled their friendship after a teenage breakup. Banks had been one of Emily's closest friends even before they dated, and she cherished having him back in her life, even if only platonically. Switching to stretch her other leg, Emily heard footsteps approaching from behind. She put her foot down and turned, her face lighting up with a grin as she saw Banks. "And here I thought you were going to stand me up!" she teased.

[samarmando]

who: @glitchfms (banks) where: masquerade ball, the bar

Sam was waiting for his drink refill when someone slid up beside him at the bar. He glanced over, grinning as he recognized Banks, even beneath the stage makeup. It was hard to miss him, especially since Sam knew him through Emily. Banks had always been nice enough, and Sam had a soft spot for supporting local talent.

"Great show, man," Sam said, leaning casually against the bar as he turned to face him. "You guys planning on touring anytime soon?" There was genuine curiosity in his voice, his grin lingering as he waited for Banks’ reply.

[vampiricgf]

im so sick of hearing about the vs fashion show genuinely especially the "vs needs to go back to showing bones" shit like please just go watch something else. these people are regressed freaks with an obsession for 2003 era fatphobia

[banks-lawson]

Banks Lawson of the 455th Air Expeditionary Wing of the U.S. Air Force. Stationed at Bagram Air Base. December 12, 2019.

“This one is good!” Banks called out as he smacked the side of the Black Hawk helicopter he just finished inspecting. “Number 3184 ready for liftoff whenever you’re ready, sir.” Turning, Banks saluted to his superior, Colonel Altman.

“Stand down, Lawson. I’ll take it from here.” The Colonel disappeared into an aircraft hangar to grab the group that would be taking 3184 to the nearby medical hospital.

The day before was hell on earth. The airbase was attacked by a suicide bomber that left 80 wounded and 1 killed. Black Hawk 3184 would be transporting the more critical patients to a safer place to recover.

Banks assisted wheeling gurneys onto the aircraft while doctors and nurses manned their medications and ventilators. It felt surreal. After being stationed there for years, this was the first time Banks witnessed true destruction. He’d been lucky until then; simply repairing and inspecting aircrafts on the day to day. Now, he was watching people with amputated limbs and bloody bandages load into a helicopter he inspected.

Banks and the rest of the airmen staying on the ground watched as the Black Hawk lifted into the clouds and disappeared, silently praying to themselves for safe travels and lives saved.

“Back to work!” Colonel Altman barked, making them all disperse to continue working on the endless amount of repairs that needed done from the previous day’s attacks.

An hour later, everyone’s radios started to pick up the same message. “Mayday, mayday!” Afraid of another bombing, Banks grabbed his radio and took cover beside the plane he’d been working on. “Is anyone there?” They asked. Banks heard a voice over the commotion answer the mayday. “Colonel Altman here. What are your coordinates? What’s happening?”

“It’s Black Hawk 3184.” The shaky voice spoke through the static. “All engines have failed. We’re going down.”

[ravensrevcnge]

Closed for @glitchfms | Kodi & Banks @ the band loft

Grabbing that flyer that had advertised auditions for some local band had been an impulsive move at best, but it seemed to be working out in their favor. It gave Kodi something to do and let them practice their guitar skills that hadn't ever really been put to any sort of good use in the past. Truthfully, there had been some doubt that they'd be good enough, but it had still been worth a shot. And they were still here, weren't they?

Currently Kodi was settled on one of the couches that had seen better days, flopped with their legs in the air, their back on the seat, and their head hanging over the edge. Their gaze was fixed on Banks, though it didn't last particularly long - a moment later they were less than gracefully righting themselves again. "Watching the world upside-down is not a good time. Two out of ten, would not recommend." Now, instead, they were finding entertainment by picking at a loosened thread on the edge of the cushion. "What do you do for fun around here?" Kodi asked, making a face. "I've been here a month and I'm still not convinced there is anything fun to do around here..."

[ch333rryboy]

my paychecks suck so bad rn and im only gettinf 23 dollars in snap a month and im hardcore resisting the urge to ebeg bc i dont actually need it i just have insane money anxiety but fuck dude

[cassidy-sykes]

LOCATION: Video Vortex WHO: @glitchfms

Not often did Cassidy come inside the store his sister owned, there was guilt associated with it from the time he had no problem stealing from his family.  However, he wanted to see his nephew Banks.  At times, he felt as if he was born at the wrong time.  Either too late for his siblings or too early for his nephews.  But., Banks and him got along well enough.

“Sup man?”  Cassidy greeted the other as he walked in and started browsing, debating whether he should rent a film for his children.  But, that could wait until another time.

“Alright, so Lily is staying a night at a friend’s house.  A bit scary, her first one and she is only four and I am freaking out a bit.  The twins are at some party, can't believe they're at the stage of boy/girl parties.  I think I am actually free to do something tonight.  So obviously it is your duty to entertain me and take me out.  Sorry man, I don’t make the rules.”

[criticalfai1ure]

ohhhhh jb not only forging art, but essentially stealing it by convincing an art collector that theirs is a forgery.

[acefms]

closed @banksrainicr / the streets of denver.

“Banks?” Landon questioned, confusion settling into tired features as he looked twice to make sure he had the right person. Denver was proving to hold more people from his past than he’d expected upon moving here, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. While it was nice to see familiar faces, far too many reminded him of the exact life he was trying to leave behind. “Fuck, how’ve you been, man? It’s been a long time.”

[rxbbyalone]

That...wasn't comforting. The thought that any one with any modicum of effort or internet "research" could be able to bring a demon into their world. Was that how her demon had come about? Was it just someone....fucking around on Reddit, like he had posited? Robby wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. Maybe neither -- however her demon had come to find their plane, it did. And it found her.

"What's Pandemonium?" She ended up asking. Obviously some other...shop or something in town. "I'm-- I just moved here." She said so as if to explain why she didn't know what "Pandemonium" is but it ended up being pertinent information.

"Mine... I mean. Yeah, it happened before I moved here. There...was a festival?" A festival where a bunch of people were possessed, it seemed.

No, he didn't want to talk about it himself. All that he could remember from that night was the feeling of helplessness that overwhelmed him as the demon ran wild with his body and attempted to do more than destroy his life. It attempted to destroy his entire world in the course of one night, hurting those around him that'd all but forgiven him so far. But he hadn't forgiven himself. All he wanted to do was erase that night, but it was there with him already. It left it's marks on him and he stared at the shelves with a bit of a scowl, because he knew how many were written by liars and thieves.

And he worked for one of the best, which was why he knew that it was mostly bullshit. "I'm sure you could figure out how to summon one on Reddit, a lot easier than trying to do it here," he spoke with a bit of a scoff at how much he'd found people were obsessed with demons during his own research. They wanted to summon them for what they could give them, but all he wanted to do was rid himself of them for good.

That was when he realized that she might have taken it that he was scoffing at her, hearing the way she laughed and he frowned. "That wasn't directed at you. I wasn't, you know, some people can't help themselves and I see all types at Pandemonium too." They came in for protection, summoning, and everything in between as he left them the fuck alone and kept his nose out of their business to the best of his ability.

"You were..." A year ago too, not recently as everyone else that claimed it after the festival. Banks didn't know what to make of that as he stared at her for a moment longer, as if seeing something different that he'd missed earlier. "I hadn't heard about anyone from here being possessed any time before the festival." Or at least he hadn't known about the existence of them until then either.

[cherryrikis]

ONE LESS LONELY GIRL

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

WARNINGS profanity, jokes ab death, internet trolls

GENRE lots of fluff, humor, mild angst, workplace romance

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

STATUS august 10 2024 - september 04 2024

taglist is closed </3

PROFILES hypen not hyphen | bunnygirls

TRACK 001 : the left side

TRACK 002 : inconveniently convenient

TRACK 003 : my nervous babies

TRACK 004 : loveyloveyloveydoveydoveydovey

TRACK 005 : big balls and lots of courage

TRACK 006 : first time for everything

TRACK 007 : a statement

TRACK 008 : accidental but pretty intentional

TRACK 009 : 24/7 chemistry

TRACK 010 : you + me = serotonin boost

TRACK 011 : my girl!

TRACK 012 : the talk

TRACK 013 : the bigger talk

[end.] TRACK 014 : im one less lonely girl

[epilogue.] TRACK 015 : one year with you

please do not spam like!

a/n this smau will be kinda short, maybe only 15-20 episodes. also there will be a lot of written parts

[vampiricgf]

feeling very nervous bc of lanas pattern of announcing albums on weekdays other than a friday and then usually never delivering on that album

[ravensrevcnge]

Closed for @glitchfms | Aspen & Banks @ Black Rabbit Tattoos

"Okay, okay, listen," Aspen said as they sat in one of the revolving chairs at Black Rabbit, one foot tucked up on the edge so their knee was propped before them, the other foot to the floor and slowly inching them in a revolution. "What if..." their hands went up, as if making an illustration in the air, "you let me have free reign to work my magic over this next design - I'll even be so kind as to allow you to pick the location - and I make your debt disappear?" They paused in spinning the chair when they were facing Banks once more, lifting an eyebrow, "What do you say? I think it's a pretty damn good deal."

[atticuscortes]

"Please, I think everyone else is still traumatized from the last time this place almost burned down."

Atticus included. It wasn't the first time a call had been made to Ocean Crest that he'd been involved on, but the 10th floor fire had been by far the worst, taking the lives of three residents and displacing everyone else from their homes during the repairs. It was always difficult to witness, but no other call had ever hit so close to home before.

Eyebrows drawing together, Atticus glanced down at his feet, another gag (though surprisingly comfortable) gift courtesy of his cousin. They light up too, but this was a detail he opted to keep to himself.

"Nah, only a tripping hazard when I purposely take a swipe at your ankles for shitting on my kicks, so watch yourself." His shoulder bumped against Cass's. "The pool's the least of your worries, buddy. Try avoiding the stairs."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize the All Nighter had a new fancy fucking dress code I didn't know about." His eyes rolled. "Ha, ha. I'll change the shoes, asshole, but the pants are staying. Besides, everyone in that place has seen me looking at least ten times worse. Not a booth in there that doesn't know all my sins."

(It was also, as Cass had pointed out, 6 AM on a Sunday, so who would even be awake to see?)

@cassius-banks

"You'd be doing us all a favour if you did." He answers back, hands in his jogging bottoms pockets as his foot scuffs boredly at the floor. "That standard issue uniform?" His head nods down at the slippers on Atticus' feet "— looks like a trip hazard."

"No surprise." Every day something happened to make him regret not taking his money and running to a different place to live, six am on the sidewalk was not his idea of fun. "Remind me never to go near the pool with you."

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, hand moving to hold onto his hoodie string, wrapping it loosely around his finger. "You think I'm going to the diner with you looking like that—" he nods back down to Atticus' feet again, smirk playing on the corner of his mouth. "They're gonna think I've broken you out of somewhere."

[makalovs]

tag drop

001. isms . 002. visage . 003. threads . 004. extras . 005. bank task .