When Society Falls, We Rise @fallofnewyork - Tumblr Blog

“Throughout history, a brotherhood had watched over us from the mighty duns of Egypt to the heart of the modern day, a brotherhood had been given a blood duty to protect those who can’t protect themselves. People who are united in blood thought ages of great change, new egos good and bad. Thought darkness and light. People rise and fight against those who seek to end and enslave us. Two things had never changed, only slightly over the ages, The symbol and the song of the assassin Brotherhood…“

If you don’t know who I am, I’m the mun of @fallofnewyork , yes, the blog that was based on the Tom Clancey game “The Division.” If you’re asking why haven’t been roleplaying on my main blog, it’s mainly because I’ve haven’t had any sort of motivation to continue on since I could come up with any sort of character development for my muses and I was having a hard trying to be flex with other people’s muses, and honestly I decided to just drop that blog and decided to take a break for a while. Which was to my regret since I didn’t inform any of my mutuals about this, and I sincerely apologize for those who haven’t been notified of this.

After a few months of inactivity, I came up with an idea for an assassin’s creed blog so I can be more flexible with other muses, and I also happen to be a bit of an AC fanboy myself. I was always fascinated with the rich history where most of the games take place in, and I was thinking that maybe I could try incorporating some of the historical settings into my threads and bring out some character developments for my OC ’s as they live through these events.

For those who follow me on both, my Division and Assassin’s Creed role-play blogs, active or inactive, I would like to give a shout-out to you guys. Even if this blog right now is only like a couple months old and I only have a small number of people interact with made it possible for the blog to be something, and having the activity to keep it alive.

@ask-shay-patrick-cormac @gamindustriorigin @scarletflandre @cruentusscarlet @babaasan @betweenhumanandyoukai @love-coloured-witch @timestrandedodst @sakuyeah-isayaoi @king-of-the-distortion-world @spiderwaifuisbestwaifu @freshholeinthewall @moonlightscholar @megafaunasuperior @cupid-valentine17 @azenyanistan @darkpastsbrightfuture @ask-killer-dubstep @moonlitsorceress @tempxralliberatixns @vericulumvenatrix @iincomitatus @vashts101 @denver-the-simple-man @theblueempath @moonlessfeline @weightedinflections @psymashroom @edsalldd219 @jellyousy @tsarethan @caliburnus @its-a-monster-house @spearthegungnir @eternalghostling @txlonsofchina @databaseofbluemuses @devotedspirit @musesofcaelum @springinghopper @thewardenofnanba @dreamtimesovereign @wearyxsouls-a @empafairy @soulwitch @freshgodthatlikeshills @thechiefbakedanuki @shadowycrossroads @hcllishdivinity-a @waywcrdsouls @decussomno @negachronicles @reverberatingfantasies @neetception @treacherousmemory@odiodise @mirror-deity @rufusexitium @illusionoftransience @hauntedgensokyo @jacktg11 @getfreeinstagramfollowerss @mikeconroy27 @eldritchandabominablethings @throughachildseyes @omg-dodo-fan @grandgapgranny @lady-eleanor-vane @cosmicgoblin @twinfoxtails

Lastly, a special shout-out to both @cruentusscarlet and @lunarexiles for reblogging both of my first threads

#ic #self reblog #just so eveyone knows its me

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Tumblr Roleplay ; what the hell happened?

No seriously? What happened? I’ve roleplayed on tumblr for close to six years now. That’s right, I remember the days of giant gifs, zero-formatting to your posts and THE most basic layouts in a theme ever known to man. Container themes were a distant dream (or curse lmao) and duplicates / AUs / hilarious OC’s and the like all lived in harmony.

You played a villain? AWESOME. You played a hero? AWESOME. Your content was 18+? YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO TELL ANYBODY CAUSE NO ONE CARED. You liked your eggs with a side order of SMUT? FUCK YEA. You didn’t wanna smut? THAT FINE TOO, FAM. A ship was literally just a ship and not a fucking marriage? LOL YEA You didn’t wanna ship with that guy ‘bob’? HE’S FINE WITH IT! Your writing was a mixture of *—* and crack? YEA WHATEVS FAM, ROCK IT. Outside of rping you have a real life and could take weeks off at a time without people hounding you for replies? DAT COOL FAM - IT’S A HOBBY AFTERALL.

Honestly - RPing was literally a hobby. We all wrote our terrible fanfics and nobodies male character had a dick smaller than ten inches because y’know, it was YOUR world and you made it perfect for yourself. Conflict was so rare. People were much nicer.

BUT NOW.

whoa

what happened? like for realsies? what

So; I run multiple blogs - I do this because I love multiple characters. Lately, I have seen people actually complain about doing this. Like, WHY????? It’s none of your business???

I’ve seen people moaning about muns playing white, cis characters over minorities???? WHY???? again, none of your business - there is no sexist, racist, homophobic etc agenda behind the character somebody plays lmao - you are CLUTCHING AT STRAWWWSSSS

People have been THROWING around the terms ‘problematic’ and ‘toxic’ lately like they’re a hot fucking pair of potatoes. You’re problematic if you want to roleplay darker themes ???? last time I checked authors wrote that sorta shit all the time. People get mad about what is and isn’t tagged. People get mad at people for getting mad over what is and isn’t tagged.

People LITERALLY harass one another - like, they bombard each other with shitty messages or IN MY CASE - they message their followers trying to stir up shit.

YOU GUYS - WHEN DID IT BECOME SO SERIOUS????

WE’RE LITERALLY A BUNCH OF TWENTY-SOMETHINGS PRETENDING TO BE OUR WAIFU’S ONLINE. CHILL THE FUCK OUT. HAVE SOME FUN.

SWEET HOLY PRECIOUS BABY JESUS.

Y’ALL NEED TO CHILL.

WRITE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIT - UNFOLLOW PEOPLE WHO BUG YOU - JUST HAVE SOME DAMN FUN

am i crazy or something for just wanting everyone to chill and have fun????? i have literally no bad blood with anybody over anything; i just want everyone to enjoy what they do

hah tumblr rp lmao

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When No One Celebrates Veterans Day: Ronald K. Keys

@timestrandedodst

The light of the sun shines brightly over the human village. The busy crowds of the everyday villagers walking around the streets chatting with each other, performing daily task, and doing whatever the hell that most people would do during the normal hours. But as for the esteemed Division Agent Ronald Kelen Keys on the other hand, the looks that was seen on his face what of someone that seem like there was something wrong.

Today was suppose to Veterans Day, an American Holliday that was supposed to be celebrated for honored U.S veterans and soilders still serving their country. Yet for some aparent reason, everywhere that Ronald looked around thevillage were nothing off that sort, there were no U.S flags that could be seen, no amount of respect for a soilder like himself could be spotted from the residents, and just litteraly treated him like a nobody

Ronald muttered a bunch of curse words his breath as he walked down the dirt path were the food stalls were at. He shouldn't be this suprised about it since almost no one here in the village had never heard about the holiday in the first place, and for Ronald this year's Veterans day is gonna suck for him down the drain. The agent took one brief moment stare at the ground.....before kicking a small rock and heading his way.

#it sucks for soilders and veterans when no one celebrates veterans day #random post

#how every veterans on veterans day would be like

@jane-of-the-lantern

Ronald: wtf just happened to the army..….

#im sorry #I just can't help myself

fallofnewyork

One Bad Night : Logan Grimmer

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fallofnewyork:

For a while now, those red magic bullets flew over Logan’s head from where the eye could see. In his point of view, the rouge agent was already in deep shit considering the situation that he was in right now. For one, the agent was not able to flank his attacker from the side due the area being far to open and that he would not able to reach the trees without getting shot at. Logan could try to use his Seeker Mine, but seeing how it didn’t really worked the first time around, he doubted that it would work again. Then, there was the thing with charging in blind fireing, which is concidered a stupid move by professional standards, and the most suicidal stunt that any idiotic individuals would make in a situation like this.

After analyzing the situation, the only option he has now was to give up and surrender to this inhuman abomination. One that he hated doing, but the only logical action he could take. After the bullets stopped fireing, Logan drops his rifle and raised both of his hands in surrenderence to his foe. If the “freak” were to look carefully into Logan’s eyes and the surrounding area, she would have been able to tell how he manages to analyze the situation and realized the she managed to pinned him down into one cover position with no where to run.

Landing on the ground, you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, but still alert in case the other decided to do somehting weird. While you could notice all this technology surrounding him, you didn’t comment about it.

“Remove your helmet and talk with me, will you?…or are you mute?…this could save your life…maybe.~”

fallofnewyork

After a few moments of silence, Logan slowly got up from his cover position gazing upon the victor before him. For one, the rogue agent had already had his own fair share of his a** getting handed to him on a silver plate, and not to mention getting blasted multiple times by crazy damnaku magic. Which would not kill, but still painful at the same time? When it comes to this crazy freak that just literally ruined his night, this one was pretty much the exception of what happens when you tried doing something stupid.

Upon being asked to remove his helmet, the rogue agent would have no choice but to comply by taking off his gas mask, which he was using at the time, revealing most of his facial features. And right now let me be the first one to tell ya that he was literally pissed “For some freak, you really do know how to piss someone off.” the rogue agent said in an annoyed tone.

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Independent Assassin’s Creed OC Crossover blog

AssassinsCreedBW

Stay my blade from the flesh of the innocent, hide in plain sight, never compromise the assassin brotherhood.These are the tenets of the creed, the principle that I live by…..

I was only a young man back then, and the Boshin War was just about to begin. I could not have imagined what fate would have in-store for me….Nor the people that I would lose…

My name is Kazetani Tadamichi, This is my story….

ASK || HEADCANON || RULES || MUSE INFO || SUBMIT

#new side blog #self-reblog

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Home Muses Rules

An Indie semi-selective Touhou Rp blog for Hong Meiling and Toyosatomimi No Miko. Including side muses Nobunaga, Hata No Kokoro, Akiyama Mao, and Ibaraki Kasen. Formerly using the blog @crackedgates-moved-and-archived, changed to a new side blog for easier usage.

OC/Canon/Cross over friendly, hoping to attract some fresh fun and continue enjoying the community.

Please Like/Reblog If you’re interested in interacting or just want to help a blog get going again.

Cheers - side blog to @soulwitch, written by Kako.

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fallofnewyork:

Ronald stagered backward, almost to the point of tripping over as he felt he bump into someone, or something else for the matter. It was not everyday that the agent himself would happen to run into a couple of yokai’s, an vampire who is a complete @$$hole, and a small run in with a particular hermit. Still, life here in Gensokeyo would have it own way surprising him, and sometimes bitch slap him in the face if he tries to go gun-hoe crazy on someone, which would most likely end badly.

When it comes to his dear freind Alleen on the other hand, she was pretty much an exception of what the land had to offer. For a moment there, Ronald was realived by her own presence himself, and the fact that the two had known each other for a quite a while since Scarlet Bash Incident l “Dang it you just had to surprise me didn’t ya….” the agent said. When asked about his arm, Ronald just simply shrugged “eh, it nothing really dealt with before.” He said “and besides this nothing more than a simple flesh wound.” The words that came out of his mouth, that of course was an utter lie which was easy to tell seeing how serious the injury looks.

“Hmmmm…..are you sure that you’re not lying to me?” *alleen hovers around ronald, looking at him with a curious look, tilting her head softly and slowly to the left*

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Ronald himself could not help but chuckle at the comment "like hell.......why the heck would I even lie in the first place?" Of course, those words right there was a obviously a litteral lie, and when it comes to his own injuries Ronald would sometimes pretend to bluff it off. When in reality, the agent was feeling banged up like a guy whose been in 20 rough house fights.

Soon, Ronald would feel another strong and painful surge from his arm once again. Promping him gritt his teeth once more "G-God f@%king peice of.......sh%t"

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One Bad Night : Logan Grimmer

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fallofnewyork:

The agent stagered as he found himself tumbling down a 6 feet ditch, his vision was completely blurry as loud ringing in the ears began to ensue. Just one crazy supernatural loving freak wasd all that it takes to make Logan’s night go sour, and rouge agent knows he not going to last long if this keeps up. To make matters worse he can’t his scanners since his ISAC watch was jammed for reason still unknown.

Logan sight soon quickly recovers as he peaked his head out from the ditch that he fallen into, and gazed at his attacker only for a brief moment as he noticed a few small red flying bullet like orbs. Before the rouge agent process what going on, the red bullets fired at the agent, only missing it’s mark as only one manages to shoot of his cap, but the bullets alone was enough for Logan to get spooked out causing him to duck his head under.

After a good while of shooting the agent with your magic bullets, you stopped in place and stopped your attacks while grinning widely. Humans like this weren’t a difficulty for you, so in the long run it was too boring and too easy.

“Do you want to live, human?…” You spoke out loud while looking down at him, not really knowing the condition the other was in. “What would you even do if you survived, anyways?…this is not a land for the ones of your kind…”

fallofnewyork

For a while now, those red magic bullets flew over Logan's head from where the eye could see. In his point of view, the rouge agent was already in deep shit considering the situation that he was in right now. For one, the agent was not able to flank his attacker from the side due the area being far to open and that he would not able to reach the trees without getting shot at. Logan could try to use his Seeker Mine, but seeing how it didn't really worked the first time around, he doubted that it would work again. Then, there was the thing with charging in blind fireing, which is concidered a stupid move by professional standards, and the most suicidal stunt that any idiotic individuals would make in a situation like this.

After analyzing the situation, the only option he has now was to give up and surrender to this inhuman abomination. One that he hated doing, but the only logical action he could take. After the bullets stopped fireing, Logan drops his rifle and raised both of his hands in surrenderence to his foe. If the "freak" were to look carefully into Logan's eyes and the surrounding area, she would have been able to tell how he manages to analyze the situation and realized the she managed to pinned him down into one cover position with no where to run.

Ronald: Fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck all of this fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking little shit fuck fuck fuck......

Fuck.....

#the amount of times Ronald had said the F word in every RP thread #crack post

king-of-the-distortion-world

fallofnewyork:

Ronald gritted his teeth, trying his best to withstand the pain that he was felling in his arm. Of course like most other agent’s, he would have just pull out a medkit and simply apply it for a quick fix, or use an SHD issued medical station tech. However, since he doesn’t have any of those when first arrived in Gesokeyo, he was now starting to wish that he brought one.

The agent immedetley got up from his seat, pacing around the area one last time before leaving the table itself. Of course he did pay the guy who he had ordered the soup for by placing a couple of Yen on the stall’s that was next to the table, along with a few tips.

As he was leaving, Ronald would happen to bump into some random bloke, causing him to stumble back in surprise. After regaining his balance, the agent gazed upon the person he had bumped into. Only to find that person was someone very familiar “Wait a sec” Ronald said “Allen?”

“yes? you called?” *Alleen smiles as she becomes human instead of a shadow, poking Ronald on the cheek softly* “so, i heard that you’re currently dealing in you arm, right Mr. Ronald?”

fallofnewyork

Ronald stagered backward, almost to the point of tripping over as he felt he bump into someone, or something else for the matter. It was not everyday that the agent himself would happen to run into a couple of yokai’s, an vampire who is a complete @$$hole, and a small run in with a particular hermit. Still, life here in Gensokeyo would have it own way surprising him, and sometimes bitch slap him in the face if he tries to go gun-hoe crazy on someone, which would most likely end badly.

When it comes to his dear freind Alleen on the other hand, she was pretty much an exception of what the land had to offer. For a moment there, Ronald was realived by her own presence himself, and the fact that the two had known each other for a quite a while since Scarlet Bash Incident l “Dang it you just had to surprise me didn’t ya….” the agent said. When asked about his arm, Ronald just simply shrugged “eh, it nothing really dealt with before.” He said “and besides this nothing more than a simple flesh wound.” The words that came out of his mouth, that of course was an utter lie which was easy to tell seeing how serious the injury looks.

fallofnewyork

@king-of-the-distortion-world

[Continoued from: A Crippeled Arm]

It was just another busy evening here in the human village as one would call it. The sun can be seen setting down just above the horizon on the east where dusk began to kick in, almost marking the end of another busy day. At this time, most of the residents within the village were crowding around the marketplace, buying food from some of the local stalls.

Of course, the lifestyle here in the human village was just as you would expect to judge by its own standards. It was not like every day that people would just go out in the afternoon and buy some groceries, almost like society was before green poison outbreak plagued over the city of New York.

Still, as for the esteemed Division agent Ronald Kelen Keys, who happened to be seen sitting at a wooden table, eating a bowl of noodle soup with a fork in one hand. Life here in the village was what you may call as somewhat peaceful as to some of the other agents would say there were in his position and that you don’t have to worry about getting shot by some @$$hole with a gun.

Ronald himself couldn't help but sigh at those thoughts, ever since the scarlet bash incident, bad memories had been resurfacing in his own mind, terrible memories of his actions that made him into the person that he is.

So far he has been able to hide his internal breakdown from others, but which each passing day the agent had slowly begun to drown in his own regrets. However, Ronald lately had been trying to remain optimistic about something, doing whatever “good” that he could do in this “eastern wonderland’” even involving himself in an incident at one point.

Ronald thoughts soon halted as he felt some sort of pain, almost like a jolt, coming from his right arm “Grrgg….god f@#king dammit.” the agent cursed under his breath as he drops the spoon on the table and placed his free hand on his arm. Ever since Emma had placed some sort of “numbness spell of his broken arm,” he hasn’t been able to feel much of the painful effect of having an arm that been busted. Now with the effect wittered he was surely starting to feel the pain.

The agent got up from his seat, still feeling the painful effects on his arm, “F@#king hell……why the hell didn’t even bother to visit a damn herbalist….?” he thought to himself as he paces around in a frantic motion. Ronald soon felt another jolt of pain, this time more sharp than the last, causing him clench his teeth and tighten his fist.

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*a shadow was right behind Ronald, looking a bit feminine like as he slowly goes up to him, humming a soft tune in its head* “hmmmm~ hm hm hm~ hmmhmmm~”

fallofnewyork

Ronald gritted his teeth, trying his best to withstand the pain that he was felling in his arm. Of course, like most other agent's, he would have just pulled out a medkit and simply apply it for a quick fix, or use an SHD issued medical station tech. However, since he doesn't have any of those when first arrived in Gesokeyo, he was now starting to wish that he bought one.

The agent immediately got up from his seat, pacing around the area one last time before leaving the table itself. Of course, he did pay the guy who he had ordered the soup for by placing a couple of Yen on the stall's that was next to the table, along with a few tips.

As he was leaving, Ronald would happen to bump into some random bloke, causing him to stumble back in surprise. After regaining his balance, the agent gazed upon the person he had bumped into. Only to find that person was someone very familiar "Wait a sec" Ronald said "Allen?"

@king-of-the-distortion-world

[Continoued from: A Crippeled Arm]

It was just another busy evening here in the human village as one would call it. The sun can be seen setting down just above the horizon on the east where dusk began to kick in, almost marking the end of another busy day. At this time, most of the residents within the village were crowding around the marketplace, buying food from some of the local stalls.

Of course, the lifestyle here in the human village was just as you would expect to judge by its own standards. It was not like every day that people would just go out in the afternoon and buy some groceries, almost like society was before green poison outbreak plagued over the city of New York.

Still, as for the esteemed Division agent Ronald Kelen Keys, who happened to be seen sitting at a wooden table, eating a bowl of noodle soup with a fork in one hand. Life here in the village was what you may call as somewhat peaceful as to some of the other agents would say there were in his position and that you don’t have to worry about getting shot by some @$$hole with a gun.

Ronald himself couldn't help but sigh at those thoughts, ever since the scarlet bash incident, bad memories had been resurfacing in his own mind, terrible memories of his actions that made him into the person that he is.

So far he has been able to hide his internal breakdown from others, but which each passing day the agent had slowly begun to drown in his own regrets. However, Ronald lately had been trying to remain optimistic about something, doing whatever “good” that he could do in this “eastern wonderland’” even involving himself in an incident at one point.

Ronald thoughts soon halted as he felt some sort of pain, almost like a jolt, coming from his right arm “Grrgg....god f@#king dammit.” the agent cursed under his breath as he drops the spoon on the table and placed his free hand on his arm. Ever since Emma had placed some sort of “numbness spell of his broken arm,” he hasn't been able to feel much of the painful effect of having an arm that been busted. Now with the effect wittered he was surely starting to feel the pain.

The agent got up from his seat, still feeling the painful effects on his arm, “F@#king hell......why the hell didn’t even bother to visit a damn herbalist....?” he thought to himself as he paces around in a frantic motion. Ronald soon felt another jolt of pain, this time more sharp than the last, causing him clench his teeth and tighten his fist.

#sorry for the wait #this post took me forever to write

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A Crippled Arm: Ronald K. Keys

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fallofnewyork:

“W-what in the….” those were the only words that Ronald said when he gazed upon his arm, on one hand, was completely surprised by the sudden sensation that he was having, almost as if there was some sort of numbness. Of course, the injury was still present and that he can still feel it in his arms, but was not as painful as it was a few moments ago.

The agent, for a few moments, looks up at the girl and back at his arm. He shouldn’t really be surprised that this girl had some healing capabilities since here in Gesokeyo that strange magical things tend to happen on a daily basis, but for Ronald things can’t get anymore surprising before.

“It’s not a healing skill.” Emma chimed, knowing what the man was thinking of what she did. “I’ve just reduced your perception of the pain. Think of it like a painkiller. Now then!”

Seeing as how her meddling seems to have worked, she reaches over to hand the rice ball over to Ronalds good hand again with a smile. “This is for you. I saw you were in a real deep funk there so I thought you might like something to take your mind off it.”

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For a moment, Ronald was still trying to get used twoards the adjustments on his broken arm. In all honest truth, this was the first time that anyone or "anything" had applied some sort of healing abbility on him, so to him it all seems quite new for the agent. Plus the Medical Shade Tech equipment that he used back in New York was in reality nothing compared to what was applied to him.

Then, the girl that had help eased his pain handed to him the rice ball from earlier. uUsing his good hand, Ronald reach for the rice ball, grasping it in Palm of his hand, and taking a small bite out of it. To his suprise, the rice ball taste good and was well made, which was nothing compared the canned food that he ate during his time in the city.