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"She is so bright, so colourful, I get sunstroke from looking at her." - Sunburn, Chloe Michelle Howarth

[sapereaudedarling]

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nela • 19 • spanish • infj • she/her • queer • part-time writer • 9 to 5 linguistics nerd

I study languages and lit, drink way too much coffee, and love sarcasm. Neil Perry, Remus Lupin, Robin Buckley, Lily Evans, Trinity Santos, and Connell Waldron kinnie; so yeah something there's a bit fucked up

Told myself I will be done with my drafts this Summer, but I am cursed with writer’s block and the horrors of working on retail. Now I am trying my best to get something done, enjoy the mess meanwhile

I thought the silver car was pretty when I was a toddler, got stupidly attached and now I am regretting it. Not a KA12 hater, but definitely annoyed by the team playing favorites and the press’ and fans’ rookie bias

things I post about: cozy videogames, books/comics, movies, random series I binge watch, a werid mix of sports occasionally...

currently into: greek mythology retellings (and why Nolan's Odyssey is innacurate), pattiently awaiting for Alcaraz' return and the symbolism of grief

latest works: Arvid Lindblad x gn! reader drabble inspired by Risk by Gracie Abrams // Vivi x Julie drabble inspired by Night Shift by Lucy Dacus // Night of witches (Vivi and Rea short story) // We deserve it, right?: Shane x Sam (sdv fic)

ocs: Vivi Durán(f1) // Rea Belline (f1) // Pascal Couderc (f1) // Jacob Wytte (MotoGP) // Daiane Teixeira (f1)

other ocs related stuff: The Duráns: a quick introduction // Some side characters of my stories

frequent tags: nela's rambles // nela's ocs // nela's blorbos // nela's writings

[fembutchboygirl]

Having internet friends is an experience. Did you eat today? I can't believe your sister hasn't apologized yet, what a bitch. Drink a glass of water right now. Want to see a cat picture? I love you. I know you better than your parents. I don't know your name. I'm having a rough day, can you talk to me about your favorite videogame? I love you. Good morning means good night means good afternoon means go to sleep. Here's a doodle I made in class. I'm stealing your clothes as we speak, they're so pretty. I love you. I love your pet. What does your hair look like? I'd love to see that weird leaf. I love you. I'm making you your favorite food. Thank you for holding my secrets for me. I love you. We're having a coffee date. I love you. I'm giving you a screen-sized hug. I love you. I love you. I love you.

[autistic-reptile]

sorry I saw a post about AAVE and got fired up and had to make this

[ri5k]

i’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept

[fishymari]

yo can we turn this into a tag game? Like image urself and the concept you would become ^_^

Id be like escapism or smth 🤔🤔🥹🥹

@bu0yants @spr1nklzzzz @nyx-is-very-tired @woahlookatthatcoolbird + open tags ^_^

[pinkgoatgirl]

i’d totally be laughter 💪💪(waoww pinkie pie core)

@holidaygirl12251 @simonsjohnny @rabbiidrabbiits @theworldrevolvving @sharxxybaitxdd @fawnii-222 @nicoissucks616 + open tags!!! ^^

[fawnii-222]

I think i would be like the word sparkle or ethereal or smth :3

@hummingkittiz @yuuuna-is-iconic @ccinamonlipsies @mysacredsanctuary + open tags!!

[mysacredsanctuary]

i was thinking i’d maybbb be soggy cereal 🤔

@cherrydovvie @cupidl0v3rr @vincian4 @m6lancholiaa @overusedtropelover + open tags !!

[overusedtropelover]

the first taste of a mango or book pages 🕯️

@coconutglaze @lumineintheabyss @girlhood-is-peak @persephonewiththepomegranates @documentia @rachybear1234 + anyone who wants to join!

[documentia]

the aftertaste of a blueberry + kiwi galaxy drink in a starbucks cup by the beach @whimsyinwarfare @estoniandeer + anybody who sees this

[whimsyinwarfare]

I love this concept and I am totally in the same boat and would rather be perceived as an abstract concept than a person at this moment in my life lol.

I think I’d be a colorful newly built two story house with a bright red roof, with old musty clocks covering all of the walls, the only light comes from the open windows

@lexisrants @k4enobi @goldendaysforever @angiesbed @angelsblogs @ramonasinacoma and anybody else that sees :D

[lexisrants]

i think as a concept I’d be analog horror, speficially Doctor Nowhere’s, or those pastel artworks with swirly lines and unblended lineart

@frogsoncocaine @me-iggg @blackboxwarrior-guy @buck3ttt @ri0t0nlin3 @thetendolla

[thetendolla]

I would probably be the scent of wet dog God Bless Felan

@genuine-tea-addict @pixel8tedfaygo @catbatliy @cupcroco @ I’m shitting right now so I’m not focusing on tags

[happy2bhardc0re]

Wat does this mean

I would be Ummm. Um. Grape faygo smel mixxed with sand at the beach amd weed no this isn’t Gamzee related no no it iisnt

@squari5x6 @dr4gon-the-creature @meowchelle16

Open tags

[squari5x6]

uhhhh the smell of weed (yummers) with likeeeeee wet dog and a weird lil mix of the smell after the rain

and the taste of like goldfish, paper and pennies

T R AN S PA R E N T V I B R A N T G R E E N

@dragonindex5 @echo-the-cindwu @melonmard @nerilefou <-(for sillys) and @roseyahhhh [if you’re cool with it] + open tags

[roseyahhhh]

the taste of cold pudding maybe

or just the smell of a candle

or just. maybe just a candle

i dont think i understand the assignment here

@t-ired-t-renchcoat @dawnshockanddarkcrash @arcane-acid @sirdragonwyrm @moldybloom @wordswithoutmeaningwithoutwords + open tags

[moldyreblogzthings]

pencil shavings or like those gross old ticket stubs people want to keep

@aerofishh @retrocrayons

[retrocrayons]

Dude I don’t freaking know :P

sparkly eyeshadow or CRAYONS that are the old kind from 2010s

@dailydoseoffanfics @1rae1 @astarrel @ifeelpissed @just-your-average-enigma @thebutterflyoficeandwisteria @1m-g0nn4-3xpl0d3 @floofboistudios @neusland @kilikesmilktea @synonymroll2121 and OPEN TAGS!!!!!! :3

[just-your-average-enigma]

I love this and already percieve myself like this internally in a way

I’m the void / the abyss overall

I’m a place that seems miserable and lonely but if you pull back the curtain you see little floating lights in the dark. The place that isn’t so lonely, in the simplest way I can put it without it being a full poem

Overall, anyway. I also write lots of poetry about this subject

Tags:

@doblesoul @r1neatswalls @tododgedroplets @borealismage

[r1neatswalls]

a black couch that has a spot that looks white because its a white kitty’s favorite spot to lay :3

@a-fandom-loving-rat-here, @t0ta1n3cromanc3r239, @lilicuzi, @littlebiterbeetle, @flyingducksoup

[snakebird928]

The tastes of a fresh bag of caramel corn :]

@chickpeathecat @yourfriendphoenix @thecouncilofdumdums @mistof0les @onealonelynumber open tags :D

[chickpeathecat]

The color pink. Yeah.

No pressure tags!: @transferns @dragonairice @knightsocks @spellbound-storyteller @pipsev @verdantdrawzstories + open tags :D

[spellbound-storyteller]

I would be the concept of storytelling. Or magic. Or the feeling of curling up in a cozy armchair with a good book and accidentally staying up way too late because you have to know what happens next.

No pressure tags: @thehumandictionary @fae-fireflies-wildflowercrowns @taryn-everwood @wonderlostwanderfound @wilting-rain @whiteboardartstudios @thankfullynotaredshirt @george-karim @severe-paper-mentality + open tags!

[fae-fireflies-wildflowercrowns]

I’d be the dappled light on a forest floor and the way the light turns a little green going through the late spring leaves

@anadorablehedgehog @heaven-in-a-wild-flower and open tags

[anadorablehedgehog]

not sure i completely understand this but i would be a summer evening

no pressure tags: @thatonefikus @chaosofsmarty @lomlparker @starflame and anyone else

[starflame]

i feel like i’d be a game of chess or that feeling of rainy afternoons where you can stay at home and read

tags : @toodemiforthisshit @belle-and-the-giant-donut @phantom-of-the-coquette @etiam-in-aeri @ilov3b00kss0much @fairycosmos @jays-odyssey @leavemeslowly @highachieverdontyousee @sonics-atelier @coffeeadiction0 @fadingkeats @lavandermatchaprincess @sapereaudedarling @world-romanticiser

[sapereaudedarling]

Aww this is cute, I think I would pick that sense of comfort mixed with some physical distress that you get when you pay attention to nature elements in all their glory (bonfires, heavy winds, deep oceans...)

tags: @anautumncarol @starry-132173 @vroomvroombeepboop @the-one-who-died-at-the-end and everyone who wants to join <3

[anautumncarol]

You don't know me well enough if you write about Georgetoto with cheating and expect me not to ask about it/lh

May I get that one for the wip ask game, pretty please??? Ily <3

HEHEHEHEHEHE i am so so glad you asked, i love this au too much not to yap about it so here is a lil snippet <3 i will add this was 100% inspired by headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet by fob >:3

George had known Toto Wolff meant trouble since far too young. Younger than he should've. There just was something to the man's overly polite mannerism, to the stern fold in his forehead, to the way his hand would linger on George's shoulder a second too long whenever he'd congratulate the boy. Thinking back, why he'd felt physical contact necessary to show gratitude to a stranger was a whole debate in and of itself. From the tender age of ten years old, overworked, sweaty, and covered in mud, George Russell had known Toto Wolff meant stomach-dropping trouble. The kind of feeling only akin to a near death omen, the ugly, suffocating kind of discomfort you just couldn't run away from. Sneaking a glance down to his left hand, sunshine gleaming from his wedding band in a way that can only be classified as menacingly, George Russell-Wolff can't help but mourn how spot-on he'd been all those years ago.

[81stavenue]

Maybe Galex and photograph, pretty please?

(Not me being obsessed over the engagement/plane pics, deffo not)

hi lovely !! mmm galex my absolute beloved <33

And Alex turns to look around their shared flat with a smile, looking at the mismatching couch cushions, the socks George left under the coffee table again, and the meal he left lovingly prepared sitting on top of it, waiting patiently for Alex to come home.

There’s a bowl of soup, some carefully sliced bread, and two candles sitting nearby, both lit and flickering over everything with a softness that makes something in Alex’s chest twist with an indescribably warm feeling.

He can hear the shower running, George rinsing off after a long day of testing, and maybe Alex will join him in a few. But he’s content enough to stand here, and look around at the life they’ve built, photographs on the walls and their team hoodies hung, tangled together by the door.

He fingers the slim box he always keeps in his pocket, waiting for the right moment. Maybe tonight’s it — he thinks he’s done waiting, and he’s ready to start the rest of his life in a meaningful, intentional, loving kind of forever with George.

this one was an absolute pleasure to write.

you can find more prompts here.

[theosthotss]

wag!oscar never been so real to me

[sapereaudedarling]

THEO, PRETTY PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE INTO THEM TOO

[septemberequinox]

casual survey: reblog if you want to kiss a girl right now

[sapereaudedarling]

Oc: Rea Belline (F1)

Rea Francesca Belline • 24/07/2004 • ESFJ • Lamborghini's driver • Number #53 • Italian/British • Fc: Ella Purnell

Sweet and charming Rea was at least partly raised in a paddock, just not in the F1 one. As the daughter of the three-time world champion Marco Belline, MotoGP tracks became her second home. The first present after she was born? A motocross bike gifted by Rossi himself. Her mother’s side was not much more reserved or calmer either. Although Grace Cain, a retired gymnast and model, tried to keep their kids out of the spotlight, the press didn’t make it easy.

That is how Rea learned to play the part, a different theater production for each person. Playful and warm for the cameras, daring on the bike for his dad, focused on the uneven bars and in the runway for her mother… Three lives she had to juggle with until she was a teen, but all of them had a common factor: planification. Rea had always been good at reading people, knowing what they wanted from her, and anticipating their next moments. In a way they were like equations, and she had always had a sharp brain for math and physics. And when she found something that could combine all that, her mind was set. Rea’s next goal would be F1.

She switched bikes for karting, and a few years and a couple of contacts under her sleeve later, she secured herself a seat at F1 Academy with Campos, then Prema, ending up second in 2023. Two years later she became the fastest driver ever to go from F4 to F2 in a span of twenty-six months. Of course, there was a lot of talk about her family being a huge part of it. The press argued she was just another big surname with no talent at all. And Rea once again learned by heart the script she was meant to play. Be kind while biting your tongue, smile to the flashes, play dumb if needed… Because when you play dumb, they underestimate you. And when they underestimate you, they will never expect you to overtake them.

She doesn’t hold any resentment towards those who misjudge her at first sight; it's part of her strategy after all. Staff ends up valuing her opinion when she flashes her engineering knowledge, and principals discover she is not a paid driver after seeing the results. And as for other athletes… Funnily enough, the last two people who called her shallow to her face ended up becoming her best friend and boyfriend respectively. Vivi was the one in charge of showing her around Campos when Rea joined the Spanish team. Despite Durán’s initial mistrust, they developed a close bond over the year they were flatmates in Madrid. Something similar happened with her boyfriend, Jacob Wytte, a MotoGP rider, who couldn’t stand her at first because she called him out for his team’s poor strategy choices.

It goes without saying that Rea still finds a way of warming up in everyone’s hearts. So, when Lamborghini's team found themselves with a free seat just before Australia race day, she had her mind set. The F1 world would learn to accept and love her too, one way or another.

Some songs in her playlist:

Favourite Daughter by Lorde

Trastevere by Måneskin

Petals by Hole

We are not kids anymore by Cat Burns

Training season by Dua Lipa

All my characters are always open to interact with other users' Ocs. I would love to, so ask away <3

[sapereaudedarling]

Oc: Pascal Couderc (F1)

Pascal Julian Couderc • 15/5/1986 • ISTP • Williams' race engineer • French/German • Fc: Louis Garrel

You could say that engineering was in Pascal’s DNA; his parents were well-respected professionals in the business, and his first toys were probably gears and screws. Mechanics had always fascinated him on their own, and, despite not having any direct connections with the motorsport world, a ticket to the German GP when he was 16 changed his life’s trajectory. He had to belong to that place.

He graduated from college at 19 and spent the following years working in F3 and F2, with his surname helping him to get an internship or two. He became a race data analyst for Red Bull in 2010, and in 2011 one of the team's race engineers quit due to differences with Horner. A quick replacement was needed, and, in a risky move, Mark Webber insisted on choosing Pascal for it. He was witty, amazing at calculating risks, and charming when he actually put in an effort; a perfect fit for him. That's how Pascal became the youngest race engineer in F1 history.

After Webber's retirement, Pascal became Ricciardo's engineer, and although complete opposites, they developed a strong bond. Pascal was a man of few words; Daniel never stopped talking. Pascal was precision, and Daniel was aggressiveness. They were friends and the best collaborators. After Ricciardo left, Couderc could only stay two more years at Red Bull with Albon before signing with McLaren. The next two seasons weren't as prolific as their first years of working together, but Pascal hoped for improvement. He refused to admit the reality until Dani was replaced, and he was assigned race engineer for Oscar Piastri. Webber was euphoric; two of his protégés were now working together, and the pair looked promising. Then the Dutch Grand Prix quali happened and Pascal blamed himself for not doing enough to avoid his best friend's crash.

He seriously considered retirement then, but he was too proud for that. Pascal wanted to believe he had all that was needed to take a pilot and make him WDC. Luck just had been against him. The rest of the season was good enough; Oscar ended up ninth, and in the long run, he could be a safe bet for a championship. However, Pascal, even admitting it was illogical, partly resented him for the crash. So, when Williams offered him the opportunity to work with Albon once again, he didn't think twice. The boy was smooth on the track and calmer than most with engineers, so he decided to stick with him until new deals arrived.

Albon was collected and obedient on the track, and Vivi Durán came like a hurricane. She was never meant to race, just an overqualified reserve. Quiet at times, unnecessarily sarcastic and mouthy at others. Durán follows her intuition to the detriment of his orders. Yet she thrives, and Pascal can't deny his potential. Those are the only reasons why he tolerates her for the moment.

Some songs in his playlist:

Half return by Adrianne Lenker

Helden by David Bowie

Dream Brother by Jeff Buckley

Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan and Post Malone

Fais-moi un show de boucane by Les Soeurs Boulay

All my characters are always open to interact with other users' Ocs. I would love to, so ask away <3

[vroomvroombeepboop]

“Slow down, you crazy child (chapter 3)”

Pretty please tell me about it! I need those lyrics injected in my veins actually (no joke, really)

Lots of love <3

Nela

Hi Nela!! Thank you for the ask <3

Ahhhh my beloved Maxiel coffee shop au with widower Max and coffe shop owner Daniel and his adopted son Arvid <333 Ahhhhh how I adore this fic and oh how I need to start locking in with this chapter (penultimate chapter! only one more to go after this!)

For those interested, read the first two chapters here!!

And here is a snippet (under the cut, to avoid spoilers? maybe? for those who may wanna read the fic but haven't read the first chapters yet?) hope you enjoy <3

Falling in love was sort of, in a weird, twisted way, like riding a bike.

Max never forgot how to ride a bike— it was all a part of the phrase, wasn't it? Never forgetting was part of what riding a bike was— somehow, even after years of never touching a bicycle, Max would still have the confidence to pick one up, even now, and ride around the city. It was as if the feeling never left, handlebars rough under his palms, rubbery in a way that chafed against skin, that never quite comforted. Pedals under the soles of his shoes— flat and sturdy as he worked his legs around and around to propel himself forward.

Love, he thought briefly, perhaps stupidly, was sort of like riding a bike.

You never really forget how it feels.

He hadn't forgotten the crisp feelings, the burn in his heart that raked flames across sinew. It charred his muscles in the end, left scorch marks where veins should be— like tyres on tarmac, a line against the greys, a reminder of what was once there, a plausible hint of what could come.

Love was not as simple as riding a bike. though. It wasn't as easy as jumping on the saddle and knacking on training wheels to stabilise the vehicle. There were no stabilisers when it came to love, thrust into the deep end and not quite knowing how to cycle from the get-go. The terrain was rocky, all bumps and loose footings that tried to upheave the edge of the wheel and get you flying sideways. It wasn't smooth roads and gentle turns, but rather it was jagged mountains and steep declines that had you clenching so hard at the brake, your palms bruised mauve.

Riding a bike was easier than love; falling was the simple part— getting back up again was what made it difficult.

He wished he could change gears, wished he could relieve the pressure and make it easier for him to pedal up the steep, steep hill. Though Daniel was at the top, Max had cycled away from the past, and now, nearing the peak, it was a sign that promised flat lands of swift declines, something gentle on his legs so his muscles didn't strain against skin and bone.

There was no control to love, no handlebars or gears or brakes to slow down. He was a one-man show with no real idea of where he would end up.

He'd fallen in love once, and put the bike down after that, decided for himself that walking always felt much safer.

Yet here he was. Never forgetting how to ride a bike. Never forgetting how to fall in love.

[sapereaudedarling]

Not me thinking I had already posted a reply for this when I had accidentaly deleted it, sorry

OKAY, BUT THE BIKE METAPHOR IS DEFINITELY NOT OVERUSED AND IT FITS SO WELL!!!!

You already know I love a good maxiel with Arvid as their kid (I live for our dm chats and I actually need to sit down and finally end up writing mine so I can ask you to beta), but the angsty side of Max relearning to fall in love is cheff kiss, really!

Uni has kept me out of ao3 for way to long, but I assure that as soon as I get into bed I am gonna catch up on this one. Love how your brain works <3

[sapereaudedarling]

hi!!! I just saw your post on your oc Daiane and I love the amount of detail put into her. One question though, you wrote that she was selected for F1 Academy at 13, but the age requirement for the series is 16. Is this your canon divergence?

I also have an F1 oc (she's in development as I am waiting for some art) would be nice if you want them to interact 💛 have a good day!

Hi!!! So happy to read and ask from a fellow Oc writer! I would really love for them to interact and to hear more about yours! (I am sat, really, I eat all that kind of writing up)

And to answer the age question, it is kind of canon divergence but based on something I could see happening sometime in the future. I really love F1 Academy and the light they have put on women in motosport, however the only nitpick I can find is the age of its drivers. Most of its pilots are around 18-19 and, considering the Academy is somehow an equivalent to F4 (whose age requirement is 14-15), that makes them much older than the male drivers competing in those levels. That could translate into taking longer to get the superlicense points and eventually race F1. So yeah, I see that a few years from now they could lower the age requirements to match F4 and make it more fair.

In the case of my stories' canon, F1 Academy's age requirement lowers to 14 (or turning 14 that season, which was Daiane's case)

P.d: Really d, if you ever want to talk about Ocs development, I would love to and you ask was so sweet <3

[sapereaudedarling]

I am so interesting in Beauty is terror; love is transformation hello 👀

Awww thanks <3 It's the title of one of my x readers for Star's event, which I am yet to start finish. This time the character is Henry Winter from The Secret History by Donna Tartt, the main focus is his relationship with fem!reader since they were children and how it shaped who they both are right now.

To be honest, it is taking me forever to write it because it has a dark turn, which is not usually my thing, but the plot requires it. It's not much, just the relationship being super codependent to a worrying degree and some angst nearing the end because of the book itself (no spoiler here). And yeah, I just want to nail the psychological aspect of it, so I am always rewriting everything. Here is a little peek of one of the fragments I am proudish of!

And that's how it starts; two lonely kids from opposite worlds who wouldn't probably even talk to each other under different circumstances and yet found the closest thing to a companion in each other. Years passed, and the bond started to settle, so deeply intertwined within your personalities themselves. By the time you two arrived at Hampden, you started comparing it to the ivy that grew around old buildings. The plant was the only thing keeping it together, yet its growth had begun the damage itself. Nevertheless, both would be destroyed if ever separated.

That's how you had explained it to Henry the first night of many you slept together in Francis' country house. The window had been opened, and you softly caressed the leaves that were ingrained by it. Henry gave the closest thing he could perform to a smile, and for a while it seemed enough. Enough that the Greek Class, even Julian, accepted it and had some twisted fascination and respect for it. Enough that we were together and would always be, or so you thought.

[francolapinto43]

I should say something about Gasly asking for Franco's position only to do absolutely nothing with it... but whatever.

[former-gr-lawyer]

found this on Pinterest and honestly yeah, that's my career path

[kittenslikeshinee]

Brocedes interview a decade after the incident™ when Lewis wins for the first time with Ferrari in Barcelona. Poetry.

[sapereaudedarling]

Oc: Daiane Teixeira (F1)

Daiane Solana Teixeira • 22/8/2018 • ISFP • Williams' rookie • Number #15 • Brazilian/French • Fc: Pauline Chavez

If you asked Inez, Daiane’s mother, she would tell you that she always expected, yet dreaded at the same time, that her daughter would get caught up in the whole motorsport thing. Maybe it was how Daiane’s eyes shined when she first saw a Senna’s highlights compilation, or all the podiums she stood on with a bright smile once she started karting. Something just told Inez it was mean to happen.

Born in the French Basque Country to a Brazilian single mother, Dia was raised in a cheerful and eclectic house by the sea. A portrait of Nossa Senhora Aparecida by the door coexisted with crystals lying around the shelves and dried flowers hanging in the kitchen's cabinet. Inez, who has been working as a teacher since he arrived in the country, made sure that Daiane was raised to be independent and strong-willed. Which put together a colorful and vibrant childhood that Dia remembers fondly.

By the time she was six, surf tables started to share space with kart prototypes in the house’s garage. Because money was tight, Daiane mostly relied on her mother as her only team member back in those days. And, as necessity is the mother of invention and Inez was not the biggest car’s person, the little girl soon learned basic mechanics by herself.

With time, things got easier; the expenses of competitions started being paid off by sponsors or the combined efforts of family friends. Training by training and race by race, she was selected for Williams' program in F1 Academy at age thirteen. By the next year she was crowned champion, and Daiane Teixeira was determined not to stop there. In 2033 she competed and came fourth in Formula Regional with ART Grand Prix as well as becoming the youngest person to participate in Le Mans. Two years later she became the first woman to win the F2 championship.

The path to F1 seemed clear for her now; with Franco’s retirement and the team wishing to maintain the constructor’s title at all costs, a rookie eager to learn seemed the perfect choice. Top it off, James Vowles had convinced Vivi Durán to stay for yet another year to mentor her. Now Daiane has a childhood hero to impress, a team that relies on her, and the whole world to prove that a female-drivers-only lineup has the potential to keep Williams on top.

Some songs in her playlist:

Badlands by Mumford & Sons, and Gracie Abrams

Na sua estante by Pitty

Like Him by Tyler The Creator and Lola Young

Ghost in the machine by SZA and Phoebe Bridgers

Think Twice by Suki Waterhouse

All my characters are always open to interact with other users' Ocs. I would love to, so ask away <3