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I know that I have lived because I have felt, and, feeling giving me the knowledge of my existence, I know likewise that I shall exist no more when I shall have ceased to feel. [This is an independant Giacomo Casanova RP blog, which means there will be some adult content in my roleplays, so I ask that you proceed with caution. The real Giacomo Casanova died on June 4, 1798, so clearly.. I'm not him. Mun and muse are 18+.]
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“Et has,” he echoed, reaching for Giacomo’s hand to squeeze it, almost uncomfortably tight. “I missed ye. I wish I had words tae say et proper, but thes es all I got I’m afraid.” Cam wasn’t sure how he felt, part of him felt oddly upset (not that Giac upset him, but he had missed so much - should he tell him about all that?) but he was mostly elated.

 In the short time that Campbell spoke, Casanova got the distinct feeling that something was troubling his young lover, though he thought it better to let those suspicions lie until the Scotsman addressed them himself. The pursuit of knowledge was hardly as important as Cam’s comfort, after all, so it was a small sacrifice to make.  “I am heartily glad to know that my absence did not go unnoticed, and I am likewise pleased to report that my thoughts never strayed from you for a moment.” 

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(( :O Hiii I haven't seen you around here in ages! :)

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(Hello! Yes, I'm still alive, I've just been dealing with some things lately which have kind of sapped my inspiration for writing. How are you? :v)

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          “Hey, hey! You! Hey!” Grace shouted, craning her neck to look out the car window. “Come here!”

The Venetian turned about to inspect his surroundings, thus making absolutely certain that the keeper of that voice was indeed addressing him. Honestly, he wasn't quite sure why she would be so keen to do so, as he hadn't any relation to the woman, but he supposed meetings such as this were not unheard of.

Perhaps she was in need of assistance? 

Giacomo found the motivation he needed to obey the lady's order with that possibility firmly planted in his mind, and strolled toward the queer contraption that encased her, though he was careful to leave some room between himself and its ominous metallic form. "How might I be of service, signorina?"

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Its really sad when roleplayers leave. When you look up their blog, and you get "theres nothing here". Well there was. There was someone there. And they were something. And when you look over their blog, and you see that they haven't posted anything in months or years. That's sad too. It breaks my heart every time I see it. Because even though I might not have known this person, someone else did. Their muse had friends, connections. And now they're gone. And it hurts. Because we lost one of our own. We role players gotta stick together. Because when the world beats us up, we've got another world to escape to.

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Random roleplayer meme.

How I look when roleplaying normally.
How I look when roleplaying pairings/smut.
How I look when a god mod shows up. 
How I look when I am impatient for a reply.
How I look when a roleplay dies.
How I look when real life people catch me roleplaying.

Alright roleplayers let’s see your variations!

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