#liya talks

[liyawritesss]

ʀᴀɴᴄʜᴇʀ!ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ

-> synopsis: in which arthur was able to set aside his criminal ways and leave the Van der Linde gang and live a life of relative normalcy, and perhaps meet a nice little lady to make it all worth it

         -> pairing: rancher!arthur morgan + black!fem!reader

-> from: red dead redemption 2

         -> contains: age-gap (reader is 27, arthur is 37), 2nd person ('you', 'your', 'yours'), references to canon-violence and crimes

-> a/n: my knowledge of Red Dead Redemption is limited, only really coming from watching gameplays and from beta-reading a friends fic, but arthur morgan the man that you are! I really just want him to have a good life outside the gang so i played with the whole rancher idea a little bit here, with a little bit of gen. store clerk!reader, so i hope you guys enjoy!

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ARTHUR MORGAN who eventually turns in his weapons and hangs in the towel of his criminal days, feigning for something more out of life than the thrill of a hunt, Though the decision wasn’t an easy one (mainly because Dutch never made things easy), the man took one last job and took the earnings from it to buy a good 10-acre stretch of land in the southern midwest territories where he knew trouble wouldn’t find him if it came looking. Within the next year he settles down into the life of a rancher, and he couldn’t have asked for anything better.

RANCHER!ARTHUR MORGAN who has taken forever to nail down a routine that actually sticks when it comes to waking up and rousing the animals for the day. He does the chickens first, cuz he hates those little fuckers and how they always like to peck at his feet even though he knows he tosses the corn and feed pellets far away from him. Then the hogs start squealing whenever he even nears the pen, and Arthur always mutters about how they just ate the night before, how can they be this hungry already? After throwing their slop into the feeder, he opens the barn doors to let the cows know it’s morning and that they’ll be milked soon, but he learned not the milk them just as they wake up because they in fact do not like to be fondled so early in the morning. Instead, he grabs his horse and rounds up the few sheep and goats he’s got  and leads them to nearby pasture to graze. Here, Arthur gets the chance to rest a little, maybe snack on some dried meat and journal about his dreams if he’s had any, his aspirations for the day, or maybe even sketch the view.

RANCHER!ARTHUR MORGAN who learns to like making the honest living he’s got going. It may not be as thrill seeking as robbing trains or starting saloon fights or gunslinging like the old days, but he’s comfortable. Content, even. Sometimes he’ll sell one of the hogs for a pretty penny and can afford to buy himself something he likes. The people in the nearest town say his milk from his cows is the best they’ve had in a long time! He’s not a star or anything, but he’s got something good going for himself and he’ll be damned if he lets it wither and die like the dreams he had in his youth.

RANCHER!ARTHUR MORGAN who won’t lie to himself and say he doesn’t miss his old life. At the start, he feigned for it so bad; he’d try to rationalize it and say that it wouldn’t hurt no one, but he knew better. Sometimes he’d lie awake in the modest little house that was on the property when he bought it, reminiscing about the good times in the gang before the cracks started showing. When they could make a quick scheme and walk away feeling like the richest men in the world. He missed his brothers and their asshole behavior; he missed the girls sometimes, too, even if they got on his nerves. But they were behind him, and he knew he couldn’t go back. For his sake, and for theirs.

RANCHER!ARTHUR MORGAN who rides into town one day to drop off some milk at the general store to see someone new behind the counter; someone younger and prettier than the stuffy old lad who talks to proper and irritates Arthur with his poshness. He’s so taken off guard that he almost drops the crate of milk he’s carrying in. He learns that you’re the store owner’s daughter and that you’ve taken over for him because he got into a wild riding accident, and that he’d be out for the next couple of months. You try not to make it so awkward on Arthur, as it seems like seeing you behind the counter instead of your father has already thrown him for a loop. When the cowboy promptly drops off the milk and bids a quick farewell, you fear you’ve made a horrible first impression.

RANCHER!ARTHUR MORGAN who comes back a week later with a much more level head and a little less awkward now that he expects you behind the counter. This time he brings with him some seeds to sell that he’d gotten from a farmer a couple miles down the road that he didn’t want. He thought he’d be able to sell or exchange them for something he’d actually use. He was quiet, yet polite, and had an air of mystery around him that intrigued her. It wasn’t every day a handsome rancher came into the general store, and you wanted to know everything you could about this Arthur Morgan, who kept his cards close to his chest and was a man of few words.

RANCHER!ARTHUR MORGAN who made his visits slightly longer every time he’d come into the general store, whether to sell his goods or to buy some tools or necessities from himself. After a handful of encounters, he finally blessed you with more of his voice and words - they had a roughness to them from years of hard work, but was still warm and inviting. The way he called you ‘miss’ and way he tipped his cowboy hat to you as a farewell made you giddy like a little schoolgirl. You found yourself looking forward to opening the general store every day, hoping to have a conversation with Arthur Morgan if he’d come in.

RANCHER!ARTHUR MORGAN who says to you “I ain’t so good with the ladies” when you ask him why he always seems so shy talking to you, and it actually makes you giggle a little. Arthur Morgan, the unit of a man that he is, admitting his timidity of a woman? What God in Heaven made this be so? Oh, but you have no intention of letting it be just that. No, you tell Arthur Morgan, “I can teach you, if you’d like”, and you swear you see the lightest dust of pink cross his cheeks. He’s got half a mind to walk out of there like a puppy with it’s tail between it’s legs; how could you make him so embarrassed like that! Though, if it’s you than plans on teach him how to be a little less dense and awkward around women, he probably wouldn’t mind it. Maybe he could even return the favor and have you writhing in bashfulness…

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[liyawritesss]

HELP WHY IS BRUCE TRYNA SPIT GAME ON HIM 😭😭😭

THEYRE PLAYING SPADES

[corneliyastreet]

you guys! i see taylor on saturday!! right after speak now (taylor’s version) 💜💜💜

[rozeliyawashereyall]

New pfp let's fucking go

My main bbg Rozeliya~

On the topic of art, I just wanna let ya'll know that I'm fine with the bug army using my art as pfps! Just please do credit me!

[anonymouse-is-here]

doraemon 🫡

Hyperfixation ho toh aisi

[liyawritesss]

The way the different kuriboh versions would sell like fucking crazy oh my god-

Imagine Yugioh taking advantage of the plushy market like Pokemon?

What I am saying is that I need a giant plushy of Blizzard please!!!!

[liyaauhr]

Thinking about how ashler is so Spiderman x Gwen Stacy coded..Like no matter if it’s Into the Spiderverse or Amazing Spiderman.

[girlivealwaysbean]

the most horrible festival is finally over my back is broken and my boobs hurt from wearing a bra all day😭😭😭

[yaxinqs]

Random but HOWWW did you learn THAT many languages I am so impressed???? Idk if this is personal question it’s okay if you don’t want to reply to it

aaaa it's nothing too personal at all don't worry!!

i ended up rambling about it😭 so i'm gonna put a tldr here and you can read on if you want to:

german because i grew up and live in germany, english because of school and being online etc., french because of school, chinese (mandarin, cantonese) because of my mom and her side of the family

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since i grew up in germany so the language is a given anyway,,,

english as well since we learn it at school starting 3rd grade but honestly i learned everything through english media in my free time lmaooo

french is from school as well! had it from 7th to... 11th? grade which is when i dropped the classes (before 11th grade it's mandatory to choose a 2nd foreign language; most schools including mine offer either latin or french) it's been a few years but i think i'm still at the same level

chinese is also more or less of a given since i'm half chinese, but it's a bit weird with me — my mom is from guangdong (canton-province) and cantonese was actually my first language! but as soon as i started kindergarten i forgot A LOT of it since i had to talk german 24/7 and to this day i'm still mad my mom didn't sit my ass down to learn it again,,, but it's okay i re-learned it bit by bit

and mandarin chinese... man... the thing is when i speak i'd rather do it in cantonese but i somehow can't really wrap my head around written cantonese (there's some extra characters and grammar can be different etc etc) so technically i'm writing in mandarin chinese?? but my spoken mandarin is decent as well, i just tend to mix stuff up between cantonese and mandarin since i don't engage with either language on a regular basis

i'm aware cantonese isn't really considered a seperate language but it's easier to refer to it as one in this case😭

also a fun story: when i visited a friend of my mom i literally had to talk in all languages and it was hell on earth i swear,,,

the line up was basically this:

mom: cantonese, mandarin, german

the friend who tagged along: cantonese, mandarin, english, SOME german

the friend we visited: cantonese, mandarin, english

the friend's partner: mandarin, french, english

the friend's son my beloved 哥哥: cantonese, mandarin, english

my brain was working overtime fr, although it was nice to be able to switch language mid sentence without having to worry about people not understanding

ANYWAY i kinda have a knack for picking up languages but simultaneously struggle with all of them in some way (at least a bit)

[ly-pleiades]

"this is the moment of just letting go", she said if you had life eternal can you hear me say your name, forever? can you see me longing for you forever, forever?

[solifloris]

roxieee<33 no idea if you've done this already but you make up like half my notifs at this point especially on my spam SO!!!

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers

OOPS. . . .I SEE YOU ON MY DASH A LOT LIYA HELDPNSJFJS maybe gives you a tiny little kith...

1 ; family and friends !

2 ; my dogs 🥰

3 ; these little online communities where i can be a little more no filter than i usually am irl hahfjskfhd

4 ; music!!! i love music :( it keeps me company all the time and it means so much to me

5 ; character analyses/character studies,,,,, (oops! psych girlie)

[liyawritesss]

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

For our girl Laeana

For Context, Laeana is my OC for my childhood anime Yu-Gi-Oh! 5DS

I decided to do this in a sort of mood board style bc I thought it'd be cute for her! Starting from the top and going from left to right:

1st Image: random little quotes that speak to her

2nd Image: she carries a lot in her bag...she's always ready for whenever inspiration strikes her!

3rd Image: she's a musician, ofc she's got a vinyl cover with all her favorite records!

4th Image: a fashionista at heart, the paparazzi love anything she wears!

5th Image: candid picture of her man Yusei testing out his duel runner after some recalibration. yes it is her phone wallpaper, and no you may not have a closer look!

6th Image: her and Aki having a girls night out and taking pictures of the pretty lights on the bridge!

7th Image: rings rings riiiiiinnnnnggggssssss she loves her rings so much!

8th Image: the first text she got from Yusei when they got back together that made her tummy swarm with butterflies and her cheeks blush like a little schoolgirl! but that's all ya gettin!

9th Image: lowkey sneakerhead lol, anything that's earth tone she will buy with no regard to her bank account! jack is definitely envious.

Send me an OC Ask! I've got one for just about every fandom I'm in!

[lo-cinno]

From my current TEoC ocs I’ve revealed alrdy and no Erebus isn’t actually that bad I just hate him 🌚

[corneliyastreet]

y’all if tim mcgraw’s not on the setlist i will sue.

[joannasprose]

DUST BOWL

“. . .Pretty boy. Natural blood stained blonde—with the holes in his sneakers. . .”

premise: you’ve had a crush on Abby - for a while now - but you’re too afraid to tell her. does she feel the same?

short little thing I wanted to write!!! I just love me some good ole’ butches!!!!!! :3

trigger warnings: vague intoxication, suggestive themes (?), jealously, NOT proof read ~_~

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A FEW NIGHTS prior to this one, you had asked Abby to come with you to some party Nora had invited you to.

Sat cross legged on her sofa, you nudged her shoulder, “Abby. Please just come. I know you don’t wanna, but neither do I,” you said, a pleading etched between your brows. “But. It’ll be a little more fun if we both went.”

At this Abby rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her broad shoulders as she shots you a look. “You realize you could’ve said no. Right? And anyways, why am I being forced to go.”

The next words that had fallen from your mouth had settled unwarranted—causing you to mentally curse yourself later that night.

“I wanna spend time with you. I like it when you’re around.”

When the words had settled in the cusps of wind, sweeping past your heads, Abby’s face pressed into something unreadable. You’d seen the way the corner of lips twitched—and at this, you reiterate your words, “I mean. Whatever. Abs, can you just come. Please?” That night, you had found both you and Abby had chosen to undermine your words. Neither of you mentioning them.

“Of course I’ll go with you,” she says, letting out a breath, “just don’t drink too much. Okay?”

To be fair, you had never said you wouldn’t get shitfaced. If you were being honest, you had only done it to take your mind off things.

Things such as the curve of Abby’s smile. Things such as the belt buckles she wears—ones that hug her perfectly. And lastly (though not all), the furrow of her brows as she speaks, “Fucking Christ.”

You lean the entirety of your body weight against the porcelain surface behind. The bathroom both you and Abby reside in tonight is small—a friend of a friend, as Nora had stated. Abby stands tall in front of you, her braid faintly unraveled, a white shirt clinging tightly to her skin—as well as that damned belt buckle. Almost all of it is instilled in a pressing silver—save for the actual belt, a beautiful brown.

Her boots touch your own as she brings a hand to your face, lifting it up.

In contrast to hers, your outfit was different in many ways. A long, velvet skirt flowed aimlessly at your sides, though its end didn’t meet the ground. A black v-neck shirt rests over your shoulders, displaying hints of your breast’s that lay beneath. Jewelry adorns your fingers, over the curvatures of your neck and ears. Just how you like it.

Your makeup is smudged. And as you smile, you say, “What? Can’t I have fun?”

Her hand abandons the flesh of your cheek. You nearly shudder as you reminisce over the ghost of her touch, “You’re having too much fun.” She says, rather plainly.

You hum in response, your eyes dipping to the hem of her shirt. And now, you recall, her brown jacket lays comfortably over your shoulders.

“Who was that girl you were talking to?” You suddenly question, the words leaving you as easily as ever.

To this, she cocks a brow. Without any hint of hesitance, both of her hands fall to waist. This alone makes the pace of your beat faster than your thoughts, your knees nearly buckling as you at her with a wobbly vision.

“Liya,” she says, immediately. “Just a friend.” She states, invading your space as she leans in closer, “you jealous?” She jokes.

Any other night, you might not have said anything. Any other night, you might have dwelled on their conversation for far too long in the enclosed walls of your room. But tonight, with a faint drunkeness tingling against your tongue—as well as this longing for Abby, you admit it:

“Yeah.” You say, your lips pulled into a thin line.

Her eyes widen for a moment. A look of contemplation is evident across her features. She studies you for a moment; from the hammering of your heart, to the cupids bow of your lips. All the while, you’re nearly about the spit a string of apologies. But she beats you to it.

“Nothing to be worried about,” she says, now entirely in your space. Her lips are brushing over your own, “I’m yours. All yours. Only if you want me to be.”

Quickly you say, “I want you to be.”

It’s quiet until she laughs, that sound blocking out all sounds of the overwhelming music that pours beneath the slit of the door, “Good.” She says, and then presses her lips against yours.

It’s just how you imagined it would be—some kind of party, a confession of feelings, and so on. Because with all your yearning, all of it pounding against your ribs, it’s what you deserved. What you knew Abby wanted to give you as her lips press harder against yours.

She pushes your body gently against that porcelain sinks. That alone makes you groan, alongside the way she pushes her knee into you.

It’s sloppy. It’s soft and it’s everything you ever wanted. But suddenly, Abby’s pulling away.

“You’re still drunk. And I don’t wanna do this here. You deserve to be loved comfortably.”

At this, you realized you wanted her forever. That she wanted you forever.

[333sturns]

strangers to lovers

INTRODUCING . . . “INTERNET STRANGER”

she thinks that he may be a bit to famous for her, but, he doesnt quite think the same. what’ll happen when she starts talking to THE matt sturniolo?

a/n: so this is like my first fic everrr andd i hope it’ll turn out good .. ! p.s this wont be like a 40 chapter typa thing ! ( oh and i got a lil lazy with the descriptions.. )

look below . . .

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ AALIYAH ( LIYA , ALI ) —

shes just a regular funny, sarcastic, intelligent, outgoing 20 year old who happens to be a fan of the sturniolo triplets. she isnt quite the influencer type of person, but, she secretly run one of the most popular sturniolo accounts.

@ blogsaaliyahh

@ liyahsturns

° ༘🎧⋆ MATTHEW ( MATT ) —

matthew, who goes by matt, is a 21 year old famous youtuber who makes content with his twin brothers chris and nick! he also happens to be aaliyahs celebrity crush, but he doesnt know about her existence.. yet.

@ matthewsturniolo

@ bernardmatts

⊹₊⟡⋆ CHRISTOPHER ( CHRIS ) —

christopher, who goes by chris, is a 21 year old famous youtuber who makes content with his twin brothers matt and nick! he absolutely cannot be quiet to save his life and is always chaotic.. (is it that damn pepsi?) he happens to be the youngest brother.

@ christophersturniolo

@ notchrisyeahyeah

ᝰ.ᐟ NICOLAS ( NICK ) —

nicolas, who goes by nick, is a 21 year old famous youtuber who makes content with his twin brothers chris and matt! he is the oldest sibling out of all of them and mostly runs the sturniolo triplet social media accounts.

@ nicolassturniolos

@ thegaysturniolo

₊˚⊹ ᰔ EXTRAS ( FRIENDS ) —

this is for any other character i did not describe or add! if they end up being important they will be added ! these were just the main characters duhhh

thanks for reading, see you at the first chapter! . . . (posted now)

©333sturns