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COWBOY MALARK
OK! I got carried away and did another one, and now I need to write a Cowboy AU for Malark and Emily.
Don't you know the Devil wears a suit and tie, I saw him driving down the sixty-one in early July. White as a cotton field and sharp as a knife, I heard him howling as he passed me by.
#bobcollab#colter wall#the devil wears a suit and tie#donald malarkey#cowboy#hbo war#band of brothers#easy ranch#yeehaw!#BoB cowboy
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The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie
Word Count: 611
Summary: Tommy Shelby is the Devil, but has he always been?
Warnings: None
A/N: I couldn't get over that Colter Wall song, so, here's a spooky fic as we come up on Spooky Season because this is basically what I pictured each time I've listened to it. Lyrics from the song are in italics.
The silhouette of the child off in the distance, shadow dancing between tall, dead, and withering trees caught the man's attention.
His long strides easily allowed him to keep pace with the running boy, the jog not one of fearing pursuit, but of childhood play. One that when accompanied by other children would have been filled with laughter.
He himself had been so full of laughter. Before. Then.
Neither of them were sure that the other was real, the only things that could ever be told the truth about the situation would be the black car idling by the road for some time, and the glowing ember of the man's cigarette burning brightly in the dark as it hung from his lips.
Tripping over some of the growth in the underbrush the boy faltered, coming to a halt amongst the dead leaves, barefoot and splayed out in mended clothes on the dirty ground.
Identical blue eyes grew wide in the light of the full moon, the boy looking up in horror as the man approached him, bending down before offering him a hand.
“I know you.” The words were a gentle “I know you, young man.”
“I’d know you by the state of your hands,” the little calloused fingers fell into the middle of a worse worn palm, hefted to his feet, the young boy took in the man’s features, the two of them eye to eye in the darkness.
Hands that would later have knuckles swatted with wooden rulers for misbehaving.
The boy felt that it was someone he knew. Someone he should know. Someone he always would remember.
Maybe they were one in the same.
No words were exchanged, but the boy knew that there were things this man could tell him that would change him, change his life, too young to realize the cost, that it was a trade with a debt that would never be repaid.
My sweet soul everlasting.
This man must be the Devil, the boy thought. Dark hair and dark suit, the shine of his shoes able reflect the full moon in the dark.
My very own eternal light.
Just as soon as he appeared, the man was gone, leaving the boy to haul himself back to his family's encampment, a group of them all traveling together, low lit caravans in the middle of the woods, out of the way and a bother to no one.
The embers still were alight from the fire, new wood needing to be added. Their father presumably too drunk to wake and help fend off the cold.
His mother was sat on the steps, knitwork held between her hands, as he approached.
His pallor was white as cotton as her son approached, the look of him, had her reaching out to him before he was close enough.
“What have you seen, Tommy?” She whispered, setting down the knitwork as he tucked himself against her chest.
She repeated the words a few more times before the sound of his mother’s voice pulled him from his dazed state to recount the tale.
In a worried rush she left him by the dying embers, staring into the flames that felt as if they were licking his insides.
“Take Thomas,” she shook her husband, still groggy with sleep and drink, “take him to town to your sister. She’ll take him to the church. To talk to–”
“Woman, hush.” He swung in an attempt to stop her jostling him, but it only heightened the worry in her voice.
“Tommy claims he’s seen the devil.” Her voice broke, trying to whisper in the dark and not wake the other children, “Claims that’s him when he’s grown.”
#tommy shelby fanfic#tommy shelby imagine#thomas shelby#thomas shelby fanfic#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinder fanfic#tommy shelby fanfiction#the devil wears a suit and tie#i just want to write folk stories#fanfic#fanfiction#spooky stories
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The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie
#my handwriting tho#why#dont you know that#the devil wears a suit and tie#headbanging#skulduggery#skulduggery pleasant#valkyrie#valkyrie cain#suit#skeleton#detective
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don't you know the devil wears a suit and tie/ saw him driving down the 61 in early july/ white as a cotton field and sharp as a knife/ I heard him howling as he passed me by
-- colter wall
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Ok so DD Old West AU yes? Ok so since law wasn’t really a thing in the old west I want Matt to be a priest by day and the bounty hunter vigilante Daredevil by night! Then when he’s being a priest and the criminals he tried to catch go to his confessional and they admit there sins. Matt’s sitting there like ‘👀👀… oh?’ Next thing you know they’re missing the next night and never herd from again. Plus points people think Daredevil might actually be The Devil ‘cause I’m pretty sure the Old west was fairly superstitious. Bonus points! Matt praying for forgiveness for not being all that good of a priest or smth I dunno point is my brain is FULL.
#marvel#daredevil#matt murdock#the punisher#punisher#frank castle#amy bendix#i wanna clarify#this is in the same universe in which Amy and Frank go on a#revenge murder mission#i dunno I’ve been listening to#the devil wears a suit and tie#absolutely a banger btw#and this whole thing formed in my head lol#oh I should also clarify the bad guys that went missing#aren’t dead#I promise#they just took dd’s word of advice very seriously lol
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Uh oh... What was in the basement?
it was as if we had been going up lol. it was business floors. straight white hallways with fluorescent lighting that seem to go on forever. and smiling men in suits.
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Motivational Music in the Morning ... #JoshuaQuimby, #TheDevilWearsASuitAndTie ... #ColterWall #Cover [Official Audio Track] (2023) #MMitM1
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The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall
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Damn my foolish eyes
cause that man's lessons had a price
oh sweet price
my sweet soul
everlasting
my very own
eternal light
#the devil wears a suit and tie#colter wall lyrics#fc5#far cry 5#fc5 photomode#henbane river#faith seed
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Chapter 2:
The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie (Donald Malarkey x FemOC)
Hello strangers. Well I have not posted in freaking ages, I'm so sorry. Been a busy bee! This is the second chapter of the cowboy series, hope ya'll enjoy. I am going to restart my taglist since I haven't posted in a long time. So please let me know if you want to be on it. Enjoy!
“Please! Don’t shoot.” The young woman repeated, stepping out from behind the tree she was hiding behind. Her arms raised over her head to show she meant no harm.
Don peered at her with a shocked look on his face. His eyes dragged down her body. His brows furrowing, she wore jeans and sneakers, a thin t-shirt, her shoulders covered by a cropped cardigan. Her clothes were dirty and torn, the young woman’s face marred with mud. Blood mixed in with the grime that caked her skin.
The young frightened woman’s teeth chattered together loudly, clearly from the cold, since her clothes didn’t protect her from the harsh elements. Scout, after seeing the woman step out from her hiding spot had stopped barking, looked at her curiously.
“Please, can you lower the gun.” She uttered quietly. Don snapped back into reality, realising that he still had the gun pointed at her head. He cleared his throat, lowering the gun and flicking on the safety. This woman was no threat to him, and even if she was, she didn’t look in any state to fight. Don could easily tell the signs of exhaustion pulling at the woman’s frame, her face looked gaunt, the bags under her eyes a dark shade of purple. How long had she been out here?
“Who are you?” Don asked, asserting his gruffer voice. He needed to show her he didn’t have time to fuck around.
“Eleanor Turner.” She said, finally lowering her arms. She wrapped them around her to try and keep her warm.
“What are you doing out here, Eleanor?” Don asked. So many more questions flooded in his brain, but he didn’t want to overwhelm the already shaken woman in front of him. She looked as if she could collapse right now, her legs trembled slightly, as if unable to hold her own weight.
“I was on a hike, I got lost from my group.” She explained, but Don didn’t buy it. She had no gear with her, let alone appropriate clothing for the mountain terrain and weather. Plus there were no walking trails anywhere near here, all of the land that surrounded the ranch was private property. If she really did get lost on the hiking trail, she would’ve had to be out here for days nearly a week. Don knew the woods, and even with all his experience, staying out here without the correct gear and clothes, you would be dead in a few days.
“Don’t lie to me.” Don snapped, the woman instinctively taking a step back from his harsh tone.
“I’m not lying.” There was nothing else she could say to convince him. Eleanor wasn’t really in the right state to try and persuade the man perched on the horse. Tears pricked in her eyes, she had been out here for two days, unsure of how she was still alive. The relief she felt hearing dogs barking the voice of someone close by. She was sure only minutes earlier this was her demise, she was about to die in the middle of the woods with no one knowing her whereabouts.
“Can you please help me?” Eleanor begged, tears trickling down her cheeks. The man’s expression softened slightly. As if he had finally realised she was in fact a human, who was in desperate need of help, not to be interrogated.
“Yes, of course.” Don said, slinging his leg off the horse, landing on the ground. He rummaged around in the saddle bag, pulling a thick coat he kept for emergencies out. Don made his way over to Eleanor, who was shaking furiously from the cold. He handed her the coat, she took it gratefully. Eleanor quickly moved, slipping her arms into the sleeves, pulling it around her. She grabbed the zip from the front, her hands trembling so much she couldn’t get the tab into the correct hole. Warm hands slid over hers, she looked up wide eyed as Don stood in front of her. He took the front of the coat from her, quickly zipping up the front.
Don stepped back, now being closer to the woman he took her in. Her blue eyes were bloodshot and misty from the tears that now stained her cheeks. Her light brown hair was unkempt and tousled, tied loosely in a low bun. She was pretty despite all the dirt and scratches that covered her face. Eleanor couldn’t stand much longer, her weak legs slowly buckling underneath her. She reached out as she stumbled forward grabbing on Don’s forearm for support.
“Shit.” Mumbled Don taking her into his arms. He needed to move faster than he had been. Her arrival had taken him by such surprise he hadn’t acted accordingly. He should’ve clothed her faster, gotten her on Lady before she had collapsed. Don needed to get moving, the dark now setting in, this wasn’t his plan. This woman had thrown him by her unexpected arrival.
“Scout, Tiller cast!” He called to the dogs, getting them moving again. They rounded the cows in no time, seemingly understanding the urgency in Don’s voice.
“Lady!” He called to the horse, who walked over to them. Eleanor was barely conscious, weakly standing in his arms. Her head lent against his chest, she was fighting so hard to stay awake. But everything was crashing down on her, hunger, dehydration, the cold it was all too much.
“Hey, Eleanor, hey!” Don patted her gently on the face to rouse her. Her eyes fluttered open, using what little of her strength she had to look up at him.
“Can you get on Lady?” Don asked. Eleanor nodded weakly, turning to face the horse. She shifted her weight from Don to Lady. Gripping on tightly to the saddle as she leant against the horse for support. Don squatted down hoisting the tired woman onto Lady. Eleanor was barely able to swing her leg over. She lay with her limbs dangling down either side of the horse, her face pressed into Lady’s mane. Don got up quickly, sliding into the saddle behind her.
“Come on now.” He grunted as he lifted her up into a sitting position. Eleanor’s head flopped forward, she felt so weak, not even being able to keep her head upright. Don leant her back so her back was pressed into his chest, he grabbed the reins with one hand and circled the other around her torso.
“Lady, let’s go.” Don called, the dogs had rounded up all the cattle. “Let’s move!” He called the dogs who knew what to do, as they started herding the cattle back down the mountain again.
They arrived at the field in no time. Don had moved them all as quickly as he could, finally sighing with relief seeing all of the herd in the fenced lot. However Eleanor wasn’t doing great.
She was in and out of consciousness throughout the ride, Don had tried to multi-task feeding her water and moving the animals at the same time. But she wasn’t able to stay awake long enough to swallow. Don had clutched her to his chest trying to keep her from falling off the horse.
“Eleanor, can you open your eyes for me?” Don pleaded with the girl, who’s head lent back against his shoulder so he could look down at her. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, but it was no use, she had no energy left. Her body was cold, her breathing was ragged and slow, Don needed to act quickly or he would be bringing home a dead body rather than a girl.
Don leaned her back so that he could swing off the horse without her falling off with him. After landing on his feet he was quick to pluck Eleanor off Lady, he settled her down on the ground gently. He moved as fast as he could, pulling his sleeping bag from the saddle packs. Don unzipped the bag lying it flat on the ground before moving Eleanor onto the material and zipping it up around her. He needed to keep her as warm as possible as he set up the tent and a fire.
Don pulled everything else he needed from the packs on Lady who grazed on the lush grass in the field. The herd seemed settled as well, chewing their cud. The dogs moved closer to the unconscious woman, Scout nudging her with her snout and whining quietly.
“She’ll be alright girl, don’t worry.” Don said over his shoulder to the dog. Scout lay down beside the woman resting her head on Eleanor’s chest, as Tiller lay at her feet. The dogs could tell she wasn’t doing well, trying their best to comfort her.
Don pitched the tent in no time, dragging Eleanor in the sleeping bag into the shelter. He just needed to start the fire and then he could try to get her awake again. The dogs stayed close, following behind Don as he set Eleanor up in the tent. They took their positions again beside her as he left.
“Watch her Scout. Tiller come with me.” Don requested the dog’s. Scout nuzzled closer to Eleanor, as Tiller stood following after the rushing man.
He left the field heading back out into the woods, he needed tinder and wood to keep the fire alive. It wasn’t only about the warmth, but the protection it provided. The predators wouldn’t approach the fire. This would serve as protection to them all throughout the night. So Don needed enough fuel to keep it going for the whole night.
Don lit the way with a bright torch, keeping his other hand tightly clutched around the small hatchet he had brought with him.
Don hacked away at the dead log that lay on the forest floor, wiping the sweat from his brow. If he could drag this hunk of wood back he could chop it into smaller pieces for firewood, he had also gathered handfuls of tinder to help start the fire.
“Got it!” He said triumphantly as he finally had made it through the thick trunk. He heaved the wood onto his shoulder, heading back to camp.
Don worked quickly, thankfully the fire lit easily and the wood he had brought would last them till the morning. Now he could finally turn his attention to Eleanor.
He crawled into the small tent, really only meant for one person. Don sat next to Eleanor, nothing much had changed but Scout seemed to be more anxious, even growling slightly as Don reached towards Eleanor.
“Scout! I’m going to help her!” Don scolded the dog, who quickly hid her teeth again letting Don proceed.
“Eleanor.” Don called to her but she didn’t rouse to his voice. He shook her gently to no avail. Don bit his lip knowing his next move, he pinched the top of her shoulder putting pressure on the muscle between his fingers. Eleanor gasped in pain shifting away from him, her eyes finally opened.
“Good, you're awake.” Don said, turning around to grab the water and food he had brought into the tent with him.
“Where am I?” Eleanor glanced around not recognising her surroundings. Feeling less exhausted than before but her body still ached tremendously. Her head pounded and stomach growled loudly for food. She could easily fall back to sleep and stay that way for days but she fought to stay awake, the need for food and water outdid her need to rest.
“You’re in a tent, but we are still in the forest. We'll head back to the ranch tomorrow.” Don said, passing her water to drink. She smiled quickly before sipping on the fluids. Eleanor didn’t realise how thirsty she was, the liquid on her tongue quenching her thirst. She began quickly sculling the drink.
“Woah, hold on there.” Don lowered the canteen from her lips, her brows pulled together. “Not too fast, you will get sick.” He clarified his actions. She nodded sheepishly, resuming her sipping.
“What’s her name?” Eleanor asked, as she stroked Scout’s head that still lay on her stomach. Scout seemed pleased with the attention snuggling in closer.
“That’s Scout, and that’s Tiller.” Don motioned to the dog who laid down closer to the exit of the tent, sticking his head out every now and then to check on the animals outside.
“And you are?” She asked, her head tilted slightly. Don’s brows knitted together, in all the commotion of the events he hadn’t even introduced himself to her.
“Oh, I’m Donald Malarkey.” He offered his hand out for her to shake, Eleanor reached out taking his hand in hers. Don noted her hands were smaller than his, softer too. His hands were tough from all the labour they did, but Eleanor’s hands were smooth, apart from the section on the bottom of her palm. The skin had been raised, he could feel it under his fingers. Don absentmindedly turned her hand over in his, inspecting where he felt the abraded skin. Eleanor’s skin on her palm was red and raised, clearly scraped.
“I fell.” Eleanor commented, letting the stranger investigate her wounds. His hands were warm and strong, but his grip was soft. Eleanor weirdly felt at ease with the man she had only just met. Normally she had her guard up around men, from her previous experiences with them she knew that they weren’t to be trusted. All they did was hurt her, so she kept a wide berth from them. Clearly she had forgotten her own rules, which led her to this mess.
“Did you hurt yourself anywhere else?” Don asked, his eyes glancing over her figure. His voice pulled her from her thoughts. Eleanor shook her head, regretting the action immediately as the room began to spin. She took deep breaths trying to stop the black edges creeping into her vision.
“I’m dizzy.” She was barely able to whisper out, her lids felt heavy as her stomach churned.
“Eleanor you’re ok, stay with me!” Don could see the young lady's eyes rolling back into her head as her limbs became lifeless. He cradled her head before it fell back onto the hard ground, lowering it gently onto the makeshift pillow. Scout whined, pawing at the unconscious girl.
“She’s out again, Scout.” He mumbled to the dog, patting her gently between her ears.
Don stayed with Eleanor for a moment, checking that the young woman was still breathing, before climbing out of the tent to tend to the fire.
Don untacked Lady, letting her graze alongside the rest of the herd. He placed the saddle and bags by the front of the tent under the awning that popped out, giving it some shelter from the elements. He pulled the spare sleeping bag out from the bag unfurling it, before climbing back into the tent.
Eleanor lay peacefully, her breathing even. Don reached inside of her bag, making sure she was warm enough. Scout scooted in closer to the young woman, keeping herself and Eleanor warm.
Don slid inside of his own sleeping bag, squeezing into the small space. Least he knew they would be warm enough for the night, with the fire roaring outside and the four bodies inside of the tent, they would be plenty warm. Tiller lay on Don’s feet, his head still facing towards the flap of the tent, he wouldn’t sleep tonight, just rest. Tiller was a good dog, he would notify Don if anything became a miss.
#the devil wears a suit and tie#donald malarkey#band of brothers#Scout and Tiller#awww my babies#band of brothers fanfic#easy company
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Important question for the malev homies: what is your go-to “this is so Malevolent” song? It can be for any character or situation, just which do you connect so viscerally to it that whenever you hear it ur vision whites out and you go a little brainrotty, I’m conducting research
#the research is that I’m making a playlist#I’ll go first: Yellow by Coldplay for Artie&John&Yellow and The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie for Arthur & Kayne#I’m gonna make a mini animatic for both#probably#maybe#“you called it madness’ doesn’t count thats cheating#malevolent#malevolent podcast#hyde's heads
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Messy 45 minute doodle of suit!Otto bc I miss him❤️
#cerbins noodles#doc ock#suit!otto#suit!otto au#I’m tired and depressed and drawing is hard but#I’ve been listening to a song called The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall and#it just reminded me a little of him#🥺👉🏼👈🏼❤️
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The Devil Wears A Suit and Tie - Colter Wall
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hc + perspective on denial for kenny !
@pontevoix || from [ X ]
headcanon || kenny ackerman + denial
DENIAL ( psychology ) : a defense mechanism in which confrontation with a personal problem or with reality is avoided by denying the existence of the problem or reality
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back then, ackermans were dropping like flies. the lucky ones were able to scrape by on the fringes of society && survive by any means necessary. when he was finally reunited with his sister, she was making an honest living the only way she knew how; she was also pregnant.
kenny wasn't a man to ask for things, let alone ask twice, but he all but begged her not to keep it: ❛ be reasonable, 'chel. the underground ain't no place to raise a brat. ❜ // ❛ i know a guy, who knows a guy; he'll do it dirt cheap if i tell him to, no questions asked. ❜
thing is, unlike her GOOD-FOR-NOTHING brother, kuchel had a good heart ― she was naïve as all hell, but she had a good heart. she was dead-set on having that baby even if it meant sacrificing her own well-being. && kenny, who could slit a stranger's throat without flinching, couldn't bring himself to stick around && watch his little sister fall into ruin.
he did eventually visit her, with the intention of convincing her to come home. kuchel belonged on the surface, where sunlight could parse through the dark strands of hair framing her pretty face.
she was a lot paler than he remembered, her warm complexion all but faded; she was thinner too ― practically skin && bone. but she's still breathing.
SHE'S DEAD.
the sleazy bastard at the front desk did say she was ill. now that circumstances have changed, chances were he could get kuchel out of this shithole && find her the best doctor in all of sina.
SHE'S DEAD.
he remembers approaching her, unresponsive under the bedding that had more colour than she did. apprehension of a grim reality poisoning the air ― or maybe it was asbestos.
❛ she's dead. ❜
the voice belonged to a malnourished runt in the corner of the room; presumably his sister's. kenny couldn't bring himself to acknowledge the boy ( he was the spitting image of his mother ). somehow this kid had accepted a truth that kenny still vehemently denied with all that was left of his heart.
everyone experiences denial at some point in their lives, even the worst of the worst.
#pontevoix#「 ♛ 」answered#「 ♛ 」headcanon#「 ♛ 」the devil wears a suit && tie ( kenny )#cw: abortion mention#cw: death#cw: grief
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shout out to the neighbours for putting up with me practicing the same song for three hours straight
#that feeling when you're aware you're not gonna be magically good at something the first time you try it#but are still surprised and a bit disappointed that you're not#trying to play 'the devil wears a suit and tie' by colter wall#unlike 'sleeping on the blacktop' there has been no 'ah-hah!' moment#just a slow trudge up a mountain#one step at a time#making progress through sheer stubbornness#rambles#hope you guys don't mind me chattering on about nonsense#feels better than just being silent until i draw something
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