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[alielles]

╰╮　ㅤㅤ 🌬️ ㅤ　　 ֹႍ　 　　　⏆ 　ㅤ 𝒮tigmata (1999)

– ⭒⠀⠀สꓹ⠀ allison ( commonly known as ꒰ @alielles ꒱ ) 𐫱 ⠀ᣞ⠀𝄢 sea asian ⅋ haechan’s beloved. 🧘🏻‍♀️ eng/chn/fil okay!

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꣖ 🫀 ㅤ๋ heart’s library …. smokin’ on this loud can you feel my heart

[alielles]

yo mark just left nct.

[alielles]

omg sa filipino writer :0 is it possible po na may sulat kayo in filipino rin?

hashtag yes !!! may mga works po ako na written in filipino (which i’ll be posting soooonnn!!) ^__^

[alielles]

oh my god I loveeeee urr acc

thank uu !! this is so sweet 🤍

[alielles]

꣖ 🗽 ㅤ๋ kabisado kita, feat. mark lee (nct)

“ i remember you, ” being best friends of 7 years with mark lee meant that he memorizes and knows every single about you — except for one thing, your type. :p

before　 you proceed … fluff. cheeeeesyyyy!!! hopeless. romantic! mark. inspired by kabisado (ivos). ssuuuper short drabble cause i missed him. :”)

one thing about mark lee is that he remembers everything.

but somehow, despite all of that, he doesn’t know your type. he’s puzzled sometimes, because he thought he’d have it all figured out by now. he watches you flirt with someone in passing and wonders if it’s them, the one who could finally make you light up the way he does when you laugh at his bad puns. he teases you endlessly about crushes, but internally he’s careful not to overstep. it’s one detail, a single thread in the tapestry of you, and it eludes him completely.

sometimes he imagines what it would be like if he did know. would he match you with someone ridiculously perfect, someone you’d hate at first but love eventually? would he try to nudge you together subtly, pretending it’s fate? or would he quietly keep it to himself, just in case it’s him someday?

he shrugs it off most days. after all, seven years of friendship is plenty, right? he doesn’t need to know every single detail to be there, to laugh with you, to argue with you, to be the one who always has your back. still, late at night, he wonders what it would feel like to finally cross that line—from best friend to something more—without needing to memorize a single thing at all.

𝒢𓍢　　original work by alielles. likes n reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[alielles]

𝒢𓍢　　ℳike　𝒲heeler　 𝓍 ℛeader 𓈒　 𓏽⑅ ̣̣̥ fantasy au 𝒞an you 𝒻eel my 𝒽eart … 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ✴️ 𓈒 ຼ ͜𓐇˚ ִִ𓈒 ꒱꒱ 𓏼˚ 🪽

“𝓽he world is cruel, yet so beautiful. ” loving michael wheeler meant losing yourself in life’s unfortunate beauty outside the walls. and still, she couldn’t look away.

ㅤ𝓐llie ’s notes / before　 you proceed … fantasy au. inspired by attack on titan. drabble. mike is the paladin. may be ooc. i miss aot so here’s paladin mike x outcast reader

𝓽he wind carried dust and the faint scent of iron as she crouched on the jagged cliff just beyond the outermost boundary, the ruins of an old settlement sprawled beneath her.

the world beyond the walls had no mercy, and neither did people, not for someone like her. not for someone who didn’t belong anywhere. yet she stayed. some part of her craved the freedom that came with exile, the unclaimed sky above her, even if it was tinged with danger.

then he appeared. michael, towering and immaculate, his armor glinting under the unforgiving sun. the paladin of the walls. the figure everyone obeyed, revered, and whispered about like he belonged to a higher plane of existence (in which, technically, he does).

he had crossed into this wasteland, into her world, and for a moment the world seemed to hush around them.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice calm, as if he could bend reality with his words.

she laughed softly, a dry, humorless sound. “but i am.”

he studied her, those piercing eyes flicking over the tattered cloak, the dust - streaked face, the defiance that clung to her like a second skin. “this place isn’t safe,” he said. “and neither are you, out here alone.”

“i’ve survived,” she replied, shrugging as though survival were simple.“ more than i have inside the walls.”

michael took a cautious step closer. every movement measured, deliberate, a man born to lead, yet something softened in the way he looked at her. maybe it was curiosity, maybe recognition, maybe the rare acknowledgment that some worlds couldn’t be tamed.

“and yet, you risk yourself,” he murmured, voice lower now, as if the wind carried secrets. “for what?”

she turned her gaze to the horizon, the sun burning gold into the cracked earth. “for life that isn’t afraid of breaking me,” she said. “for a sky that doesn’t cage me.”

he remained silent, the space between them heavy with unspoken truths. he could offer protection, order, a place inside the walls—but the weight of walls was a cage she had never wanted to inhabit. and yet, here she was, standing under the same sun, sharing the same air with someone who embodied everything the walls represented.

finally, he nodded, almost imperceptibly, as if conceding to an invisible force. “then stay,” he said, voice barely a whisper. “but not because i asked you to.”

she nodded, and it was the first lightness she had felt in years. “i never do anything because anyone asks.”

the wind tugged at their clothes, at their hair, at the edges of the world they inhabited together for that fleeting moment. and for a heartbeat, it felt like the world outside the walls could hold them both, cruel and beautiful in the same breath.

and she chose to stay—not as an outcast, not as someone waiting for permission, but as someone finally seeing a shard of belonging reflected in the eyes of a paladin who didn’t belong in her world either.

𝒢𓍢　　original work by alielles. likes n reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[alielles]

the 2026 oscars will hold a special place in my heart. 🥹🤍

[alielles]

𝒢𓍢　　ℳike　𝒲heeler　 𝓍 ℛeader 𓈒　 𓏽⑅ ̣̣̥　tw suggestive 𝒮moking on this 𝓁oud … 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ⛪️ 𓈒 ຼ ͜𓐇˚ ִִ𓈒 ꒱꒱ 𓏼˚ 🚭

𝒷lasphemy is a sin mike wheeler commits daily, yet when he encounters the town’s angel, even mocking god feels like the closest thing to hell.

ㅤ𝓐llie ’s notes / before　 you proceed … blasphemous themes. concept fic. reader is referred to as angel. mike is an atheist. suggestive content. aged up au. set in the 1900s

𝒷lasphemy is a sin michael wheeler commits without thinking, yet, he can’t stop thinking about the town’s angel. she smells of waxed candles and spring rain, her silver cross glinting faintly in the dim light of the chapel, brushing against her throat in a way that makes his chest ache and his pulse spike.

sunday mornings are torture — he sits beside her on the cold wooden pews, pretending to read the hymnal, stealing glances at the curve of her lips as she murmurs prayers he refuses to understand.

“you really trust all that?” he whispers later, leaning too close on the church steps, cigarette smoke curling around her like incense. she doesn’t answer, only nods her head, eyes blinking, letting the faint sun catch the curve of her jaw, and mike swears he hears heaven shiver.

confessionals are worse. he’s supposed to confess sins he’s already committed, but now he’s whispering about temptations he hasn’t yet dared, imagining her hands brushing his arm as she leans forward, his lips latched onto the skin beneath her cross pendant.

he knows he should stop. she’s an angel; he’s a storm — but if loving her is a sin, he’s already burning.

evenings are the cruelest. she walks home past the flickering gas lamps, and michael lingers in the shadows, heart thrumming, thinking about the prayers he’ll never say out loud — and the touch he’ll never admit he craves. there’s a rhythm to their proximity, a dangerous dance of faith and fire, and michael realizes he might not need god to know what salvation feels like, if it’s wrapped in her gaze.

and somewhere between the smoke, the sermons, and the quiet clang of the church bell, michael wheeler discovers a new kind of reverence — for sin, for her, for the way temptation tastes like heaven and hell all at once.

𝒢𓍢　　original work by alielles. likes n reblogs are greatly appreciated.