Those Who Pound Sand • SFW

[ To say that the lifeguards creep one particular beachgoer the hell out would be the grossest understatement. Declining them off the jump to get changed into swimwear was already enough of a chore that grates on his nerves. He's fine! If anything, he's better equipped for the beach than most guests may be off the jump, having already long since purchased an appropriate ensemble for the crystalline sands and pristine ocean blues that await everyone. If there's one saving grace of being forced out of his own suite and into a bungalow, it's that he's closer to the royal floors from here; at least he still has access to his spare bedroom in Weiss' newly anointed manor of a suite.

That didn't just erase all of the Grim Reaper's problems, however, as he is still just a step above that Diamond in the Rough he'd come to be called upon arriving. Anybody who was low rank? Was a target. ]



Would you all just PISS OFF ALREADY?!? [ He's only just gotten here proper, tugged and pulled at by hands and monstrosity of beaks as the gulls yell and scream at him for his waffle coned ice cream. ] Goddamn beefy ass, big-titted gull faced FREAKS I'm about to defeather your sorry asses—

[ And don't think he won't do it, either. The crowd of gulls have about five seconds before Ragna starts throwing fists. Fists that are a miracle for that they haven't started flying already. But they very well may start about now. Because his cone gets slapped out of his hand by one of the bullying seagull lifeguards, the cookies & cream splatting into the sand, unrecoverable. The tension in Ragna's shoulders builds, hands balling into fists and the vein on his forehead about to pop. ]

Oh you motherf—

Strip Volleyball • SFW

[ We now interrupt your regularly scheduled BlazBlue for...Dead or Alive? You and Mr. Ragna the Bloodedge over here have now been challenged by the resort's staff. In other words, on the other side of the volleyball net, are a pair of oiled up, muscly and curvy lifeguards with Seagull heads. It's time for a ~SPECIAL CHALLENGE~! Welcome to Strip Volleyball! The rules are simple. You and your partner must defeat the talented duo that is the gulls in a game of beach volleyball! For every rally lost, one player must strip themselves of one article of clothing, or forfeit the game! The first team to strip the other of all their clothes is the winner!

If you win, each of you will receive a MEDIUM PAYOUT!

Good luck and work up a sweat, everyone! ]

[ The muscular gull flexes their muscles, striking a pose that causes their oiled up pecs to bounce. The gull wearing a two piece bikini blinks back at Ragna and his partner with its beady little eyes, purposefully stretching their arms behind their freakish bird noggin which only accentuates their juicy breasts. ]



[ As Ragna mouths "what the fuuu..." ]

Daydream Parasols • NSFW

[ Between impromptu rounds of volleyball, trying to smash his ass over a watermelon blindfolded and the chaotic scramble from the first time he came up here and got harassed by the freaky lifeguards with gulls for heads, to say that Ragna was getting tired would be a gross understatement. Before the hidden nature of the lounge chairs even has a chance spread their influence unto him, fatigue causes his shoulders to droop as he threads his hand through wild spikes of white hair. With a wide yawn, they're looking increasingly tempting, especially since the large umbrella overcasting them keeps the "sun" off those who would be reclining. ]

The hell's come over me? [ YAWN. ] Damn, I'm sleepy.....

[ Well? It doesn't look like these were occupied by anyone. He doesn't see leftover drinks or signs that they've been used. No one else is around...so maybe it wouldn't hurt to get some proper alone time for himself as he crawls onto one of the chairs. Rolling onto his back, he gazes up at the clear blue skies as the sound of seagulls, waves rolling along the pure sandy shoreline, and guests partying and laughing become faded afterthoughts in his mind. Already, his eyelids feel about as heavy as the rest of his limbs do as he deliberates whether he was more exhausted than he thought. Was he giving himself enough time to rest these days?? ]



Haa...

[ One slow blink. Two...and upon the third— ]
☁️☁️☁️
?!

[ Suddenly, Ragna is "wide awake", unaware that he's in a dream initially as all fatigue has now left his body. Damn. Did he really just need to lie down for a minute? Not even? Either way, he somehow finds himself questioning it less and less as he sits upright in his lounge chair, heaving a sigh that comes off a lot more heated than he wanted it to. And the sky is so...ethereal. Pastel clouds and sparkles across the sky. Is this what the resort's supposed to look like as the "sun" starts to go down? Either way, he doesn't appear to question it in the moment as he turns to look one way...then another way.

Until his mismatched gaze falls upon the person next to him on their own lounge chair. Whether he recognizes them or not, the question remains the same, ignoring the wild thrumming sensation in the centre of his chest— his diamond tattoo a deep and vivid shade of red. More vivid than it's ever been in his entire stay here at this resort. ]

Hey. [ A beat. ] How long was I out for?

Across The Night Sky • SFW

[ Aaand after getting mortified AGAIN by goddamn fish heads on a pair of tits or beefy abs, he's since taken his Seaberry Floradora away from the swim-up bar to finish it off in the comfort of his own isolation. Isolation that may not be the best idea for Mr. Grim Reaper who finds himself seated on a large beach towel in the sand. Having already drank half of his admittedly tasty cocktail, the pensive look in his eyes slowly begins to shift. Except as he peruses the stars that kiss the sky whilst a warm sea breeze washes over him, his expression doesn't lift as he seeks out anything closer to home. No...the exact opposite. From pensive to morose, his tongue clicks when he realizes this wave of feelings coming over him. ]



Tch— What the hell's gotten into you? You've been just fine up to now, [ And he does have others here that he's come to count on. A lot has changed over the course of five months— so, so much. More than he may truly admit. ] So why do I suddenly feel so goddamn...

[ Memories of old stardust days wash through his conscience; days where simpler times meant taking care of his little sister or playing with his brother so he didn't get too jealous. Of waking up with flecks of sunlight through the foliage stirring him, all while Saya watches over him with a weak smile. Even more recent...putting up with Taokaka's antics and bottomless stomach. "Good Guy" this, "Rawrgna" that. The tears that dotted Noel's eyes after he gave up his left arm the first time for her. Everything that he grew soft over... ]

...alone?

[ Huh? When did Ragna have his gloved right hand up, reaching out for a sky that was so fake it should have been sickening? A frown mars his lips, drink half consumed but working its magic swimmingly. The feeling of loneliness clutches his chest tighter than before, heaving sighs on his own as if in an unspoken, pathetic excuse of calling for help without actually saying it. Although that may soon change the moment he lays eyes upon someone else. ]

( OOC; Hi there! Prefs & Kinks here! Ragna is 23, OTA with an m/f pref, and 17+ for smut. I'm also open for any other prompts and scenarios not listed above! He's also available for scavenger hunt requirements if your character needs/you'd like a thread around those. I'd also be interested in Gen & Spicy versions of The Beach Bunny Barbecue Bonanza!

For Daydream Parasols, Ragna is a Diamond suit, which means that various spicy content may include: Excess Precum/Cum, Multiple Orgasms, Little to No Refractory Period, Minor Physical Changes (larger cock), Aphrodisiac in Bodily Fluids, Lust, Touch Sensitive. A refresher on suit traits can be found here. If there are any traits you do NOT want to play with, let me know! I can play fast and loose with a lot of these and include/exclude any "nope"s if there are any. Otherwise, have fun. It's a dream. 💦

If there are prompts that you'd like to take a NSFW turn despite being marked as gen, ping me and let me know. I'm open with some discussion and planning! )