"They say the Queen’s Blade tournament is the ultimate test, but I think the real test is finding my own path. Crown or not, my journey is my choice."

//The bots. The toxic writers. The whole state of X in general. Plus I got far too many death threats from people because I don't want to write with them.

I roleplay as a hobby. It's supposed to be fun. You're not obligated to write with people you don't want to write with. I come in here in—

⠀⠀ ⠀❝𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐧❞

💥Dragon Ball
💥Selective
💥NSFW/SFW
💥Literate
💥Semi detailed
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The sound of metal boots echoed as a mysterious figure walked into the coliseum, heading toward the arena for a final showdown. A gladiators' tournament was underway, featuring many skilled fighters from across the continent competing for the title of champion. Each fighter aimed for the same three—

//When you want more people to interact with here but nervous as hell because people don't give a shit about Queen's Blade:

"Care to join me for a drink?"

"Strength isn't something you're born with. It is earned with effort and rigorous training."

【ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ.】

❝𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒔.❞

★Revived account
★NSFW/SFW
★Selective
★Literate
★Semi detailed

♥️ ╱ 🔄

[Open Starter}

Leina finds herself slumped in a narrow alley of the village she had escaped after triumphing over a formidable foe. Her body is a canvas of scratches, bruises, and cuts, and if she doesn't get help soon, she fears she might succumb to her injuries. As she gazes—