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At this point, any encounter with Ace that doesn't involve several age-related insults would be a cause for concern, but he wields enough jester's privilege that Edward doesn't bite back half as much as he suspects he ought to. Case in point: the latest barrage earns him a saccharine, tight-lipped smile, his very best I could kill you and they'd never find the body smile. But no promises of violence. No direct retaliation. Remarkably restrained, all things considered. Turns out he can tolerate almost anything if it's entertaining, almost anyone if they're witty. There's something oddly invigorating about verbally sparring with someone without immediately resorting to murder - even if Ace 'a grandpa and a pussy' Takashima does make it rather difficult to resist sometimes. "Back in my day," he offers, as though he isn't actively proving the point about being old, "young people respected their elders. Perhaps you should try it sometime."
God, it's tempting to take the bait. If his ego had been battling self-preservation before, his incurable nosiness has now entered the ring. He wants the information. When doesn't he want information? He's a complete gannet for gossip, particularly when it's absolutely none of his bloody business. He's aware he could always just pester (The Dirty Harry), but where's the satisfaction in that? It wouldn't feel like a victory if the answers are handed to him. "It's amusing that you think you're in a position to bargain with me, Ace. If I wanted to know, I'd know already." It’s punctuated by a dismissive wave of his hand - and then, because apparently he has the fucking self-control of a teaspoon: "When you say any body, do you really mean any body? I might reconsider."
A devious thought occurs to him: agree to the bet, insist Ace goes first, allow him to thoroughly humiliate himself, then immediately rescind the deal. True, it would cost him the gossip. On the other hand, if the mechanical bull throws Ace hard enough - and God, he's hoping it does - a well-timed head injury might make the information considerably easier to acquire. Silver linings.
"You know what? Fine. You're on. But you're going first."
"Back in your day?" Ace's nose scrunches up at those words. Edward really isn't helping himself the more he talks. Technically, the more he talks, the more he proves Ace's point. "How far back are we talking about here? I might not have even been a sperm in my Dad's balls with the timeline you're talking about."
He bites back yet again. Ace isn't catholic, heck, he's not even religious but he feels like he should clasp his hands and mumble out a few hail Mary's. The reply isn't as harsh as the one he said earlier, but he can't help it when Edward just keeps on giving him ammo. He should probably make a little note and put it in his wallet, something saying 'It was Edward Weiss.'. He could write it down on a piece of napkin and people would understand. Heck, the guys at the department would understand and laugh. He wonders for a moment which of them again had bet that he'll be murdered around this timeframe.
However, the look that Edward had given him, that quick spark of interest in his eyes made Ace feel calmer.
'Oh, got him hook, line, and sinker.' he thought to himself as Edward asked about the bet.
"When I say any body, I mean any body. You know me, I'm a man of my word." he says as he crosses his arms against his chest, "Look, if you wanted to know that kind of info, you wouldn't have to be breathing down my neck every time I do an autopsy. Which by the way, you're not even allowed be inside the room when I'm working."
When the other had told him that he's going first, Ace looks just about disturbed, "Me first? So what? You can tell someone to hard wire the bull so that I'd be sent flying off and you get to attend my funeral saying that I'll be missed? Ha! Fat chance. You go first."
"JESUS FUCK, ACE." Did it count in using such a name in vain when it was a religious figure she didn't believe in? Not that such would stop her anyway. "This place is so fuckin' loud I didn't even notice you comin' over here. And here I thought Doll House was gettin' rowdy." It was potentially the exact bull in question that had a fair amount of people riled up and causing the high volume, cheering when happening when someone stayed on for an impressive amount of time and flew off, it felt like. Despite earlier mentioned interest, she hadn't actually gotten a chance to see someone be flung about on it as she had been in search of lemon bars, no avail up until that moment. "I'm soo close to taking that bet 'cause I got my fair share of experience in ridin' something wild even if I've never mounted one of those things-" Trust Stella to come up with some kind of crude comment regardless of the topic not calling for it. "But I'm not really interested in hangin' 'round this place long." Technically, her ban probably had never gotten rescinded, her picture probably posted up somewhere to be kicked out were she seen in the the establishment, after a long list of pulling knives on customers of the lounge years ago. "'Specially 'cause my dates waiting for me outside. I'm on the hunt for one of those famous lemon bars that are supposed to be in here. You seen where they are? Not exactly tryna walk out of here empty-handed without one." It would truly make the trek all the way over to Glitter Gulch all for null. "C'mon, you know I can't turn down a fuckin' challenge, 'specially not if you're gonna stand here and egg me on. But I really gotta get back outside before someone else tries to steal away my cowboy. And that's the only reason you're keeping that twenty bucks."
"No need to fuck Jesus Stella, I don't even think he's your type." he says with a laugh, obviously amused with seeing her annoyed. The place was pretty crowded and the food becoming more sparse with each passing second. He had already indulged himself with the lemon squares and blondie bars here, so it would be fun to annoy her more, "Aw really? If you can't find them, poor you must've missed out already with how fast they got off the shelves."
"All talk and no fun," Ace says with a slight dismissive wave of his hand, "If you've ridden wilder animals, than a boring old mechanical bull would be a no brainer for you."
At the mention of a date, his interest got piqued all the more, "Is that so? Why don't you invite him over for the challenge? Not unless your date's a pussy, then I would understand. If the two of you beat me, then that's forty bucks. But like I said, I'd understand if he has his tail between his legs at the sight of that bull there." he comments off while his thumb points at the mechanical bull behind him.
"Come on, what's a mere eight to sixteen seconds of riding? It's barely even a minute!"
diego was no stranger to competition, having grown up in constant competition with his sister, even when he hadn’t wanted to be. that in turn lead to someone who couldn’t back down from a challenge, even though he should. at ace’s bet, diego s pretty sure that this stranger’ll win. he’s never ridden a mechanical bull before, and he’s only seen stunt people do it. he remembers when he was an extra in some corny western before he got his break, watching the stunt people stay on the bull for as long as it was needed for the shot. as a kid, he thought he could do it. hell, he thought he could do anything. diego looks at the stranger and raises his eyebrow, in a “you really want to do this?” it was all talk, though, he probably won’t last three seconds. he fishes around in his pocket for a twenty, and finds one crumpled up, which he sets down on the table in front of them. “twenty’s good enough for me!” he gives ace a grin. this was going to be fun. “lead the way.”
Ace didn't think of who the stranger he had offered the bet to, he was just running his mouth without fully looking at the other person. However, when they had accepted and slammed a dollar bill on the table, Ace finally took a good look at them. His face seemed familiar. He can't quite put his finger on it, but he has seen him somewhere.
His voice as well sounded familiar.
"My man!" He grins as he puts a hand on the stranger's shoulder, then pulls him close, "I like fun guys like you!"
He wonders for a moment who he is. An actor? A voice actor maybe? Ace often has a movie or audio book playing in the surgery room when he's working. It was both to catch up with literature he wanted to indulge in or just plain background music. This man has to be popular if Ace can remember him.
He feigns ignorance for now in being curious who this man is—he'll pry it out after their bet. He's pretty sure that the look of interest is still very evident in his features. He leads the stranger to the line wherein there was only one other person waiting, "You want to go first or should I do the honors?"
For Spot & Clover (@unbclonging ) Where: Charity Stand When: May 30 mid evening
The idea of buying flowers for a person did not hold any interest for Ace. However, the idea of buying flowers for his beloved Spot definitely changed everything. There had been people encouraging others to buy flowers for charity. He and Jibril had been walking around the event and discussing the latest ideas for his tattoo design.
One of the sellers tried to entice them with buying flowers for charity, which Ace would have done so without much thought. However, when they had mentioned that he can give it a 'very special girl', then it was a cause of delight when he thought about Spot.
"She likes the color white for some odd reason," Ace tells his companion as they're standing in front of a couple of selection of flowers and bouquets. "White roses maybe? But roses are too common already." he observes the selection from left to right, eyes narrowing to further inspect them.
Nothing less than perfect would be suited for his lovely Spot.
"What does Clover like? Is there a specific color they're usually drawn to?" he inquires this time, hoping that Jibril's answer would somehow inspire him to pick a better flower for Spot. "I don't think I've ever thought to give flowers to Spot before. I'm in a bit of a pickle."

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He’d never agree to the bet; he only has to spare a thought for his wife - who’d had the common sense to leave soon after they'd arrived and is probably asleep by now in some far-flung wing of their ridiculous house - to know it’s a terrible idea. He has the sneaking suspicion she’d jolt awake in horror if she somehow learned he’d gotten on a mechanical bull - some supernatural ability to detect when he’s embarrassing her from several miles away. And he’s done quite enough of that tonight already.
That being said, it doesn’t make Ace's taunting any easier to ignore. It’s very much a battle between his ridiculous ego and self-preservation; the compulsive need to prove people wrong matched against the very real possibility he’s reached the age where stuff like this could kill him. What a depressing way to go: decades spent locked in a blood feud only to be taken down by a mechanical bull. He supposes he'd be too busy being, well, dead to be embarrassed about it, but still.
“I’d rather just give you the money. There’s not a fucking chance I’m getting on that thing. It’s so undignified. Don’t you think it’s far more entertaining watching everyone else get thrown off? Because I do.” He’s enough of a menace to enjoy it; if anything, he’d prefer it launched people further. “And I’m old - as you keep reminding me. It would probably fucking kill me at this point. And you’d be heartbroken, obviously.” A beat. “I’d make sure you got stuck doing the autopsy too. Just to compound your grief.”
Betting with money was a wrong move on Ace. He should have known it would be an instant no when it came to Edward. Who even bets twenty-bucks with a mafia boss?
Well, Ace would and he tried his luck. Bummer.
One failure won't deter him though.
Ace quirks his left eyebrow up at the mention of Edward being old, "Damn Mr. Weiss, I didn't know you were both a grandpa and a pussy."
As soon as those words left his mouth, Ace's immediate thoughts were 'Ah shit, I ran my mouth again. This is it. I swear. This is my last night on Earth. I'll probably get shot while riding that bull. Heck, he might even order someone to fix that bull so that as soon as I get on it, the motherfucker will fall on me, making me go with a splat for tonight.' that quick line of thought immediately got followed by 'I knew I should've made that I love you letter to my Mom when I thought about it. Always gotta trust your gut feelings, they're survival instincts at this point, which I do not have.'
Those quick succession of nervous thoughts were concealed by a carefully placed taunting expression. His every action taken towards the other really makes it took like Ace is just egging him on as to how long it'll take for him to finally murder him. Edward Weiss at this point is probably only keeping him alive because he's amusing enough; especially when it came to his cases—Wait, that was it.
"How thoughtful of you to think of me even after your death," Ace voiced out, trying to sound as touched as possible as he put his hand on his chest, "How about a bet on information then?" he offered with a cock of his head to the side with a grin, "You ride that bull longer than me and I'll give you info on any body I worked on for the past month."
He sounds like such a dirty cop, this is probably how he'll get into the Weiss' family's payroll. He'll forever be known as the guy who got employed because their boss beat him at riding a mechanical bull longer. He has to make sure that kind of embarrassment will never be put on him.
Open starter (@boneyardstarters) Where: Glitter Goulch Lounge When: May 30 late evening
"Betcha' I can stay on the mechanical bull longer than you," Ace said with a grin, a taunt if it was anything else. "Twenty bucks to see which one of us can ride it longer? Although I think I already know the outcome, but you can try."
In all honesty, Ace doesn't even know if he's going to win. But, it was always fun to make these kinds of bets. He likes the thrill of things and adding money to it doesn't hurt. It's also to make the stakes higher or just plain entice the other person to take up his challenge.
Ace is a local, has been going to this event for a majority of his life. He's had his fair share of riding that bull and has definitely lasted in riding it for at least eight seconds. He's going to try and break his record and having someone go against him is getting him excited.
"Would you prefer a higher amount? I don't mind it." he says before looking over to the mechanical bull. The person who was riding it is barely three seconds in and they're already slipping, then falls off of it. Ace laughs, amused at the person who fell and couldn't last a mere three-seconds on it.
There's a pretty long line for the mechanical bull so he gestures with his head towards the line to his companion, "You coming or not? Not a coward are you?" he taunts again with a grin.
Iris watched him cross the diner with the kind of expression reserved for injured stray animals and people who insisted they were fine while actively dissolving in front of you. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he sat down. “…Forty-eight hours?” She repeated it gently, not judgmental exactly; more like she was trying to figure out whether she needed to stage an intervention or simply steal his car keys. She waited while he ordered, fingers loosely wrapped around her coffee mug. “Autopsies and paperwork sounds like a very specific circle of hell.” The corner of her mouth lifted faintly, she tilted her head a little. “You okay?” Not in the automatic way people asked. Not the kind where the answer was supposed to be fine. Her gaze lingered on him for a second before she looked away again, glancing out the diner window at the empty road. “My night’s alright.” Which was true enough. She gave a small shrug. “Quiet. Uneventful. I came here because my apartment felt too small and I wasn’t ready to go home yet.” Then she looked back at him and her expression softened. “But I can confidently say it’s better than yours.” A beat. “…Ace, you know sleep deprivation starts causing hallucinations after long enough, right?” Her tone stayed calm, conversational. “I’m not saying you need to go home.” Another small pause. “I am saying if you start telling me the ketchup bottle is talking to you, I’m taking your keys and ordering you pie."
"They're usually the fun type of hell for me," he said with a grin, trying to make it light since it usually is fun for him, "But yeah, if it's the only thing I've been doing for days, even I get tired of it."
The first order he got was his milkshake which he took a hearty sip of, "Ah, that hits the spot." he said mostly to himself as he held the drink with both hands, enjoying the cold feel of it.
Ace closed his eyes, an expression that shows he was debating on how he should answer Iris' question without worrying her, "I think so? It's not like I haven't done this before. I'm pretty sure criminals don't take vacations from their crimes, so I have to keep up." he jokes, but even he can tell his joke was too lame that people will just be more concerned towards is work ethic.
"Hm, quiet uneventful nights can definitely a make you feel either relaxed or lonely," he agrees with a nod, "I feel like that often at home, which is why I'm always out." he gets his food and was about to chow down on it when Iri's comment made him laugh. "If I start hallucinating, the guys at the division would start laughing first, before helping me out."
He takes a big bite of his burger, then a second because it's been hours since he last ate. "Pie does sound nice," Ace agrees with her, "I'm not sure about taking my car keys though. But, the pie might help at keeping hallucinations the at bay. Hopefully. Maybe. I should order that one as well."
He raises a hand again to the waiters, "You want pie? I'm buying."
wylder + ??? : may 30, mid - evening @ glitter gulch lounge @boneyardstarters
mud wrestling was one of the few experiences in life wylder was a thousand percent certain she needn't endure. and yet, one of her rowdier friends had suckered her into it, not that it was a very difficult task—even years later, she was still learning that 'no' was a complete sentence. by the time they had versed one another and wylder was proclaimed the champion of the mud pit, she was made unrecognizable from the amount of grime lathered on her short stature. she wiped her face off with her dress, cowboying up beside the overseer so she could collect her reward, then immediately slipped inside in pursuit of a sweet treat. she perused the selection, her elbow inadvertently winding up in the ribs of the people beside her before she leaned in and selected a lemon square, then another just for good measure. she shoved half in her mouth and enjoyed the icing melting on her tongue, side-shuffling her way through the crowds to make it back outside where she could sit in the open air and decompress. but the block was packed, leaving little seating available for her. she spotted a bench at some point, which relieved her as she came up to sit on the empty half. "sorry. this isn't taken, is it?" she asked, offering a mud-covered smile that begged sympathy. "just wanna find somewhere quiet i can eat this lemon square. did you—want one?" awkwardly, she held the second lemon square she snagged from the display out toward them.
The event is lively and packed. It's been a while since he's been able to wind down and enjoy. Ace's work had been eating up a good portion of his time, so this was a much needed breather. He's mostly been watching, waiting for his friends to drag everyone into whatever interesting activity there is.
However, he lost track of them when he got distracted by the mechanical bull ride. One minute they were beside him and the next they weren't. His calls were not being answered so he decided to wait for them at one of the benches as he grabbed something to eat.
His friends would eventually veer back to him, so he's not too worried about being left out. He texted them his location so he just needed to stay at this bench.
When a stranger asked if the seat beside him was taken, Ace quickly scooted aside so that she would have more space, "No, it's free.". He gestures at the seat and notices how the other person is streaked with mud, "Quiet is kinda hard to find, everywhere is rowdy," he jests before eyeing the treat she offered, "I'll trade you my blondie bar for your lemon square."
OPEN STARTER: ( @boneyardstarters ) LOCATION: waffle cottage. DATE: mid may, around 3:00am.
Las Vegas never really slept. At three in the morning, the city still buzzed neon-bright outside the diner windows, all flickering signs and tired dreamers stumbling through another endless night. Iris sat tucked into the corner booth with a cup of coffee cooling between her hands, dark eyes following the blur of headlights outside. The jukebox near the counter crackled softly with some old love song from years ago, and for a moment the whole place felt suspended in time; like maybe the rest of the world had stopped moving while Vegas kept spinning. She looked human enough under the dim lights; a careful smile, leather jacket tossed beside her, exhaustion hidden behind practiced ease. Nobody ( at least she damn well hoped ) here knew what she was, and she preferred it that way. The waitress had stopped asking if she wanted a refill almost an hour ago, but Iris still came here most nights for the comfort of noise and company she didn’t have to explain herself to. When the bell above the diner door rang, her attention drifted up instinctively toward the newest arrival. A small smile tugged at her mouth as she slid a fry absentmindedly around the plate in front of her. “You look like you’ve had a worse night than I have,” she said gently, motioning toward the empty seat across from her. “That’s honestly kind of impressive.”
It takes a lot for something to drain Ace's energy. He's usually the last one to get knocked out in any type of activity. However, having to do autopsies back to back since yesterday can suck the life out of anyone. He's taking a well-deserved dinner since he had to do overtime.
Technically, he's still on duty but he feels like he'd go insane if he stayed there for a minute longer. He's craving burger and fries with a well-earned chocolate milkshake. He's going to need all the sugar he can get, then some coffee to really keep him awake.
As he entered the diner, he didn't expect to see a familiar face. Iris' comment about him having a rough night made Ace groan, "Please do not remind me," he replies back in a weary voice, nearly dragging himself to the empty seat across, "I've been working shit hours recently."
He motions to one of waiters to take his order before replying back to Iris again, "It's not that impressive, you'd get tired too if you've been up for nearly 48 hours doing nothing but autopsies and paper work." he sighs as he rests his chin at the palm of his hand, "And you? Hopefully your night is not as shitty as mine?"

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