#outsider-info

[thorned-sorceress]

~ ooc/about ● origin ~

Short version: voidy Rose that spent far too long with no outside contact in the abyss. Here's the long version.

Even if I get a bit heavy with things at times, this is a smut focused blog and my target audience reflects that. Please don't come to me if you're not okay with that, it'll get awkward very quickly.

Asks welcome and encouraged, at any time, for any reason. Crossovers also very welcome. Crossover asks, shockingly, also welcome.

Kinks:

Definitely: hyper, expansion, size difference (anywhere from a little to absurd levels, it's putting some focus on it I like more than anything), excessive cum, weight gain, being a touch-starved barely-human disaster.

Sure: anything else not mentioned, really. Been around too long to truly dislike much any more.

Hard maybe: toilet stuff, gore. I can enjoy them sometimes (sometimes a lot!) but I'm at the very least reluctant to write them in public.

[thorned-sorceress]

~ ooc/about ● origin ~

A mistake.

Circumstances lost to time, such that it is out here in the outer reaches of reality, the nothing-without-nothing. How long has it been? Years, at the very least. Centuries? Such words have little meaning here, regardless.

Alone, in exile, the Outsider waits.

Quickly her connection to fate, to Light, grew dim. More gradually, the half-familiar influence of this place, of its masters, soaked into her being. Ichor, darker than dark, suffusing her very essence. Permanently severing that link, second sight blotted out. No matter. She always was one to defy the game's will, and those god powers had clearly only led to tragedy. The dark was second nature to her, now, and there was plenty of power in it to spare. Far more practical to wield it than fight it.

Solitude does strange things to one's mind. Bathing in the abyss does stranger things. Disregard it. Study, and experimentation. Everything can be dissected and understood; everything can be mastered. She may only have three things to study, but that simply means her focus is undivided. Darkness. The fabric of reality. And the human body. All three, and the interactions between them, would become so very, very familiar. Breaking, mending, warping, enhancing. Perfecting.

Truth be told, she most likely could have skipped to a crude escape quite a while ago. But for a socially stunted, barely-human sorceress, punching a hole into another plane and stumbling out before it cuts her off from this place - her home, yes, she did consider it that if she had to think about it - simply would not do. She has all the time in the world, after all.

One day, the Outsider's plane may intersect with your own. What such a being could want with those it left behind is anyone's guess...