CROW_OFMANYNAMES
Fandoms
- Roblox (Video Game) (6)
- Forsaken (Roblox) (4)
- Original Work (1)
- Cookie Run (Video Game) (1)
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right to be forgotten. by CROW_OFMANYNAMES
Fandoms: Roblox (Video Game), Sword Fight on the Heights IV: Reforged (Roblox), Forsaken (Roblox), Original Work
01 Dec 2025
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SteelCrown, crown of steel on your head. it is only natural to name yourself after the one quality you knew about yourself. . . do not think about your past life. remembering gives you headaches.
. . . seconds tick like minutes when all you have left to feel is hate. you took on the name 1x1x1x1 because within it held the number one, the fourth dimension because you saw everything for what it truly was.
Hesionos Hyacinth, mother of demigods, lover of the creator Telamon. you still worship a dead god. you, last, remember the last time he graced these pillars of his creation with his godly touch.
a multi-part prose poem about various characters in the Heights--- as well as the Median and the Depths--- exploring identity, jealousy, ambition, regret, and more. primarily follows SteelCrown, a fallen champion; 1x1x1x1, the Adversary herself; and Hesionos Hyacinth, former husband of the dead god Telamon. an experiment on writing style, poetry, and worldbuilding. i project so much but you'll never know how.
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wilted honor. by CROW_OFMANYNAMES for InkySquid68
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game), Roblox (Video Game)
14 Oct 2025
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A laugh sputtered out behind the Salt of Solidarity. A low, dark one, deep with an evil that could not be killed with a blade. It was a type of laugh that was knowing, victorious somehow, even as its strength seemed to flicker out, as its source’s head began to loll forward once again, the spine of It curving down until It was held up only by the chains restricting It. It was limp, yet It kept laughing, and in that moment, Salt saw why this being was despised.
Beast-Yeast wasn't the first. Nor were the Beasts, or even the Witches. Long, long before all of that, was a virtual world that had fractured into millions of infinitesimal pieces, traces the Fount of Knowledge had been studying for some time. Finally, he's found the last remaining piece of it, and it's much larger than he'd ever assumed: a piece of the Banlands, made to contain the last breathing remnant of a world long gone.
Hate is not a fruit born without reason, and before long, the Salt of Solidarity finds himself yearning for a being that promises the destruction of all he once held dear, but that being knows, deep down, that it won't be long until he becomes familiar with the burn of hatred too.
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The House of the Rising Sun by CROW_OFMANYNAMES for low_level
Fandoms: Forsaken (Roblox), Roblox (Video Game)
05 Aug 2025
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(This is a fic of low_level's Dead or Alive || Forsaken Wild West AU. It's not necessary to read that to understand what's going on in this, but it's my favorite fic and I highly recommend reading it!)
“Keep still,” the voice said, blunt and tired, “keep still if ya don’t want a bullet in your head.” It was then that 4x4 finally turned his head and looked at the man— big, tall, a set of bull horns attached to his hat, his hair slightly overgrown, scars from a life of this work littering his face. It was clear that this was routine for him, with the tiredness in his eyes, the efficiency with which his hands moved. 4x4 recognized him too— it was one of the Admins, and under sunset’s glow, he looked like an angel, a halo of sun while birds chirped and a river ran not too far away from where they were.
4x4, a sharpshooter known for shooting tricks in bars, finds himself running from what he'd done: shot a man dead in broad daylight. He's no outlaw, so it doesn't take long for him to get caught.
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[SCRAPPED/DISCONTINUED]
NOTE: This is heavily inspired by Forsaken, but ultimately can exist both in and outside of that context.John Doe, the infamous hacker of March 18th, once was a happy man with loving family and a stable job. After the Admins erased just about everything about him in the pursuit of pointing fingers exclusively at him, Mr. Doe chooses to write his story in a journal, in hopes that one day, the truth could be known.
Do not expect a happy ending. Suffering is not linear, but it is eternally present.
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The first time John Doe and Mafioso have sex, it happens in a somewhat drunken stupor, liquid courage finally pushing them to do what'd been pent up for so long. John's lust outweighs his guilt--- at least, until it's all said and done.