#connivingliar

[doncar09]

Lie like a rug

[aetcrnum-blog]

@connivingliar — continued from here

          ‘ not much; codsworth. ’  everyone else from before is gone, dead or stolen.  jo doesn’t miss many of them — nate’s death was almost a relief — but the absence of shaun still stings.  ‘ i had the minutemen tear the houses down, ’ she confesses. they had been hardly more than ruins, anyway; she’d seen no point in clinging to the wreckage of the past.  ‘ the playground equipment is still here, but beyond that ? all that’s left is memories, and not very good ones. ’

[ghoulneighbor-blog]

"If I knew myself, I'd run away."

A familiar sentiment for the ghoul. “You keep running, you might end up lookin’ as good as me.” He gestured to himself. “Now, I ain’t knockin’ the ghoul lifestyle. It has its perks, like immortality.” Hell of a long time to live with yourself, though. “But you start running, you don’t stop. At some point, you convince yourself you’re making a fresh start, but it’s really just more running. Take it from someone who’s done a lot of running: it gets tiring.”

[bi0w0lf]

❀ What is your favorite thing about your current fandom or RP community?

    Well, you see! I’m in a few. So I’ll talk about the community I’ve found and really settled into on a discord server started by a friend. 

     I didn’t think I’d really ever find as many great friends as I have, but joining the tumblr RP server started by the lovely Beenpole, I’ve found a great group that truly make writing an enjoyable experience. We have so much fun in the channels, and even more fun with voice chats, streams, etc. outside of rp’ing. I adore them all, and can’t believe my luck getting to hang out with such great people. 

[prizexfighter]

@connivingliar

“You know... your disguises might fool Danse, but I know that’s you Deacon. What the fuck are you up to now?”

[bi0w0lf]

That’s not casual gay, that’s tier 4 gay.

Connivingliar

[advictoriiam-blog1]

I dare you.

          “I WILL NOT be intimidated into compliance, deacon.”    he spat the other’s name as if it was some sort of insult; finger still on the trigger but not directly aimed at him, just waiting for him to slip up.