Hello, you can either call me R0TFL0WERS or just R0T. I'm a hobbyist artist and writer based In the U.S.A. I am most active on my ToyHou.se account and I primarily draw various types of content for my personal OCs, commissions for others, and fandom materials.
Currently, I am very focused on my personal OC stories and worlds as well as Project Hail Mary. Though I do still hold love for Forsaken and horror media, like DBD.
I am otherwise greatly Inspired by my Interest In music and my special Interest In mythology and religion.
My main current story I am developing Is Dragonfly Bites, which centers around themes of generational history, fate, love, and the darker moments paint multiple sides to each person.
I am also currently working on a world-building project with my friend Merlin called Earthlite, which Is just a simple anthro world we develop with our friends for fun.
I do NOT have a DNI. If you're a shitty person I will block you. If you make me uncomfortable, I will block you. It's simple. Further more , If you do not like self-shipping or yume shipping for any reason that my page Is NOT for you. Curate your online experience to fit your Interests and tastes, I will not mind If you leave.
(I promise I haven't forgotten about requests. The prep for, and the first week of, college kicked my ass...) (I'll be working on requests throughout this week)
I feel like Chance, no matter who you ship them with, would be utterly whipped for his partner. Legit lovestruck, dazed and In awe, absolutely enraptured by you. You could tell this man to do anything and they'd do It In a heartbeat.
Specifics ) ━ 1,909 words, written In american english.
Content ) ━ suggestive Implications, non-explicit, alluded to and Implied sexual content, possessive behavior, Implied violence and murder.
Setting ) ━ completely gender neutral reader, survivor reader but no role stated, 1x1x1x1 Is canonically genderfluid and as such this piece uses all pronouns except It/It's for him.
( SUMMERY ) the first In a spontaneous songfic series, all based on songs from my 1x1x1x1/Reader Playlist. The first song chosen Is the song Everybody Scream by Florence + The Machine from her 2025 album Everybody Scream.
though I call this a songfic don't let that scare you. this simply follows the pacing and formatting of the song with sentences Inspired by the lyrics.
( If you like this piece maybe consider giving It kudos on Ao3 )
A stage to dance, that’s all this cruel and twisted game truly was.
The angry red sky was both the spotlight and the audience, watching each movement of Its star performers with rapt and barbarically giddy delight.
All 1x1x1x1 In this was a pawn, deigned to step up onto the stage and dance In the blood-soaked horror of this brutal performance.
She had never bothered to learn any of her fellow performers names, not outside of his detested creator. Why would he? All they were meant to be to him were extras, the pieces he was supposed to dispose of for her cruel audience's glee whenever It called for her to stand center stage.
And yet whenever he could he called you by your first name, and your first name alone.
Long gone were the days of him simply calling you mortal. He disposed of the habit as soon as you had accepted and followed In stead with her odd and near-fierce affections.
You were special, you deserved your name etched alongside hers, unlike the other pathetic performers that danced near you. No pet names or endearing little titles would suffice for the honor she so truly believed you deserved, the utterance of your name always dripped with venomous affection and true desire that just so barely conveyed how deeply she adored you.
And If they had It their way you would be the only one dancing, all the other mortal fools around you would vanish In the blink of an eye, leaving you In the spotlight of the stage alone. And If you wanted her to dance with you? Well, who was he to ever say no to you.
But though this longing had always been a strong and furious fire, there were times they had tried to stay away from you and your dangerously tempting energy. The desire to distance himself from you strong, all In the hope that she wouldn’t fall further Into the attachment that tormented their mind outside of the stage.
She reasoned that you would make her soft, weak, and so utterly pathetic In the eyes of the blood-red spotlight. And for this reason he tried to stay far from your presence, almost desperate for you to reciprocate and stay far away from their claws that so desperately wanted to cradle your face affectionately.
All simply so he wouldn’t end up meeting your gaze and fall deeper Into the furious flames of his desire.
And yet try as he might he failed, always ending up In the same place with you night after night.
When the sky reverted back to Its depressing greyscale, and the spotlight was no longer on you both, he would meet you back at this place you had chosen, entangled In the forest and away from the attention of the others.
Not only had you picked the meeting spot she had grown so familiar with, and It was you who gave him everything he could have ever asked for and more. There was nothing more they felt the desire to ask for In your presence, they wouldn’t dare, not when you gave It all to them so readily.
Curled against your form she felt no concept of pain, no torment, none of It. You were the remedy to It all, the secret cure to all forms of her pain and the balm to ease his endless fury.
It was a truly pitiful cycle for a being such as her, to break down In your arms so quickly, so easily. Only to get up and leave without much more a word, returning later In the darkness to do It all over again, hunger coursing deep within his body to receive whatever you would so dearly give them.
Yet It was truly never enough for a being such as 1x1x1x1, something created from nothing else but pure and unfiltered emotion- The cycle was bitter hit and a folly to their resolve and reputation, but how could they resist the urge to take whatever you gave them when you made her feel so desired?
With you she could scream and feel, and break- She could cling to your form and hold you tight, your hands tangled In her hair as you let him pour It all onto the floor like an overflowing pitcher of the bitterest wine.
He could yell, and cry, and scream. All as loud as he wanted. Even If It risked deafening you.
And that was something they had never, ever, once experienced before.
You were something he had never experienced before.
Day after day you both watched everybody around you dance, being forced Into this choreography of wicked murder and gore as everybody sang In their horrified tones.
Everybody moved, never ceasing even for a moment, always screaming In their own personal terror and anxiety. You were never allowed to stop, always pushed to keep moving, even In your personal quarters you couldn’t escape the dance you so desperately wished to run from.
You escaped Into the woods when all was said and done, crashing In the brush every evening after the horror finally paused, a thrill roused In your system to return to the cold embrace of whom you were so utterly entranced by.
Here, you had no need to be quiet, your silence dying from the very second you locked eyes. She motioned for you to scream along In her existence, to join her In her yells of torment and wrath.
Here, you had no need to kind, every ounce of amiability you had ever felt melting out of your bones the moment your limbs tangled with hers. His voice whispered to you to let It all out, all of the frustrations and cruelty you had ever bottled up for the sake of others.
There was no judgement here. There was no movement. There was only you two, together finally In silence of your own making, admiring each other In your own unique manners.
To you she was the pinnacle of creation. A dangerous mess of blackened bone and horribly tangled malice. A divinely unholy being, a myth that shouldn’t actually exist but did despite It all.
To him you were the only mortal worthy of her respect. A slice of true beauty and astonishing grace. A beatific being composed of bewitching affection and seemingly endless compassion. Compared to him and everything he’s done In his existence you were the best of the best, the pinnacle of mortal compassion.
To you she was tremendous. And so very habitual In the most wondrous way.
To him you were extraordinary. And so astoundingly normal In the best possible ways.
You had ran yourself ragged day In and day out, blood leaking behind your every movement and staining the stage on which you danced. In every way Imaginable to the mortal mind you were exhausted.
But how could you leave them when they were practically screaming your name? Your name.
No sappy pet names, no shortening or mispronunciations. It was just your name, and nobody else's.
So when they would come to you In the evenings, run ragged and reeling from their dizzying dance why wouldn’t you let them come crashing Into the warmth of your body, the swords around her waist clanging against each other like gold as he adjusted to your form, the armor on his arm shaking like a tambourine as they so carefully held you.
Chains wrapped around their arms dug Into you both like a bouquet of brambles, all strands of the bleeding metal twisting and tangling around the manifestation of their strength as they detailed their one and only true goal of the night for you.
You danced for them time and time again, but tonight you were going to sing- You were going to scream and croon, and warble just for her and her alone.
Here you both were allowed to take up the whole space of this existence you both now led, existing solely In your own personal bubble you both might as well have taken up all of the awful sky above you.
All that mattered was the touch you exchanged, unfurling Into each other In a flurry of your warmth and her frost, and how you felt like your full size and full self for the first time In months.
It felt as If the ceiling of your heart was about to burst, beating rapidly like It personally wanted to carve an exit out of your chest. The way In which her hands traversed your body, hands moving In an almost reverent manner as they took their time to gently trace her claws over your flesh, not daring to draw blood or leave any scratches just for this night, simply wanting to exist gently with you.
Her eyes never left your face, even as her head dipped low and her attention was drawn elsewhere. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the motions of your expression- The way your eyelids fluttered and fought to stay open, the way your shoulders tensed and your arms went slack…
How your lips fell open to sing such a pretty song for his ears only.
She wanted to be so close to you In this moment, not caring If your shared motions were delicate or pretty. This wasn’t a dance for all to see In that theater of doom, this was something for you two alone, a privacy shared with no one and performed solely In the solitude of your shared company.
And upon those sharp red eyes they couldn’t help but ask, her voice a low and soft purr that sent an extra burst of warmth down Into your stomach, “Aren’t you so glad you came?”
1x1x1x1 was smiling, you could hear It In his voice and feel It against your neck.
You knew why, they loved seeing you like this- Breathless and begging, and screaming her name.
His name. Nobody else's.
The very concept made a certain warmth flood his senses, something that made them melt and soften rather than the fire that spurred him forward so often.
Both of you were aware that when the angry dawn came about In a few hours you would have to do It all over again.
The terrifying dance. The singing of terror and fear. The constant and neverending movement-
The horrible, ear-grating screaming.
It was a cycle that seemingly had no conceivable end, both of you doomed to never return to the realm outside, doomed to constantly dance and sing In this pitiless and grisly ballet- The harvest of your constant death a looming shadow, with nothing more than a needle of determination to protect you.
But In this current movement, hand Interlocked as you moved with one another, none of that mattered.
Everything outside of this was foolish to think about. All you were to worry for was just how loud you were when you repeated his name over and over, the only thing you needed to focus on was just how good this felt.
Neither of you spared a single thought to your eternal spectator, nor the near-magical mystery of this horrible place or the misery, madness, focused Instead entirely on each other.
Tomorrow you would be forced to pick up the performance once more, but tonight you were simply supposed to exist and live, and scream for one another.
And why would either of you want It any other way?
I searched for a good relationship chart for my Forsaken OC's but I couldn't find anything good or detailed enough, so I decided to just make It myself.
There are three templates. Survivors, with Veeronice and Jane Doe. Killers, with Guest 666, Azure, Itrapped, Doombringer, and Mafioso (Even though he's not a separate killer). And Extras, which are the most notable skins that are practically their own separate characters.
If used off-site please link either back here to my Tumblr account or to my ToyHou.se. And feel free to tag me If posted here, I'd love to see the different OC's people make for this fandom!
In case you, for some reason, don't know how to use a chart like this I made some examples with two of my personal Forsaken OC's, Key_8166 and Aethra, which can be found under the cut.
Maybe 77noli x reader?? I don't have a specific scenario in mind but I really love your atrstyle it is ver lovely😍😍
Aw, thank you so much ! That means a lot to me. And apologies this took so long to finish.
No matter how level-headed you are 7n7 almost always has to be the grounded one and Is most likely confused by both of your antics half of the time. Noli just wants to make you laugh.
HALLOOOOOO !!!!!! can u do chance or mafioso (both if you'd like... heh.) x y/n? TAKE UR TIME AND REST PROPERLY!!! :3
UGYAH. UGYAAAAHGHJKGH I GOT REQUESTED BY THE RINISTER !!!!!! EVERYBODY LOOK NOW!!!!!! sorry i scrumpt when i first saw this request ANDDDD I AM SO HAPPY KYAAA I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WANTED TO REQUEST ME TOO I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH I REALLY REAAALLY HOPE I WAS ABLE TO MAKE A CUTE PIECE WITH CHANCE AND MAFIOSO FOR YOU!!! hehehehe. Hehe. i'm really happy THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST!! 😭😭😭🫶
something something. Bnuuy. i like bunnies so im gonna incorporate it cause It's Very Very Important. both of them love bnuuy. Therefore. chance making yn bunny is really funny in my head actually HAHAHHWAGWH
i hope i didn't botch their characters... Kya... praying.... AGAIN AGAIN UWAAA STHANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST!! I'M HONORED TO BE THE ONE TO BE REQUESTED WAAAA (chance scratching under your chin and mafioso going patpat are both very important details to me)
I didn't want to think about packing or college prep, so I drew my favorite rare-pair. (My secret goal Is to convince others to ship them) (I need more content for them, PLEASE) (me and my sibling call them StressEating or GloomySnacks)
being crazy over fictional characters is so funny cuz you'll be fine all day and then you start Thinking and then you can feel yourself transform in real time
