evangeline (moeccaa)
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The sunshine girl is sleeping, she falls and dreams alone by evangeline (moeccaa)
Fandoms: May Madness 2012 (Roblox), Forsaken (Roblox)
20 Mar 2026
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This story starts out as many others have, with the survivors being given some of their belongings, in a big cardboard box, by The Spectre. Everyone had quickly gathered their stuff, 007n7 even being in the main cabin for once, grabbing a photo album and a dusty box with no label or identifying features.
But there was still something in the cardboard box. A small, dusty box not dissimilar to the box 007n7 held. But this box was not owned by anyone in that room.
“ Should we check inside…? “ Noob asked, their voice hesitant and quiet as if even the thought of opening the box would be a sin. Builderman nodded with a sigh, as if he too was unsure of what to do.
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- Part 1 of 𑣲 evangeline writes ᝰ.ᐟ
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𑣲 evangeline writes ᝰ.ᐟ by evangeline (moeccaa)
Fandom Forsaken (Roblox), May Madness 2012 (Roblox)
20 Mar 2026
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"My," Flins says, mouth curling upwards, a play at a jesting smile, mirthless despite his internal amusement at the sight of this boy. Such a forward little thing. "I'm honored to hear that I'm such a discussed individual, truly, their gossip paints me as a more interesting individual than I am, in truth."
There's something like a bite of laughter that escapes the boy, hidden and cut off aside from the upward twitch to his mouth. "Is that so?" Illuga questions, not unkind, but not cowing, as he lets his gaze drift from Flins' person to instead drag it along the lighthouse that Flins claims as his abode. "Yet, did you not yourself admit to having few visitors out so far? That seems to be quite solitary, no?"
"You say such as if not every Lightkeeper has their eccentricities." Flins returns, smooth and easy, an interest piquing at the way Illuga's expression shifts into something a little warmer at the mention of the organization. "Indeed," he continues, a teasing bite to his words, "Are you not out at such a late time due to your own eccentricities? After all, I see no reports in your hands."
Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins on what it means to grow attached.
Bookmarked by evangeline (moeccaa)
16 Feb 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
An Eater is such a good song that fits this fic so much oml this fic is beautiful and I would sell my own soul to ingrvae thisin my bloodstream oml I am in love hehe