#myth writes

Ever since I saw that poll about Lando and Oscar as flowers, I’ve been working on my own version of f1 drivers as flowers. I’ve chosen the flowers based on what they represent, how they match each driver’s personality and a little bit based on vibes. Most of the flower research is based on Victorian Floriography and some modern flower meanings.

I also want to thank Hemera @814sun for listening to me yap about this, and for their invaluable feedback and suggestions.

Lando Norris ✶ Sunflower

what does it represent: warmth, loyalty, devotion

someone who is a sunflower is: naturally magnetic, open-hearted, resilient, brings hope

Oscar Piastri ✶ Iris

what does it represent: valour, clarity, purpose

someone who is an iris is: perceptive, quiet authority, articulate presence, actions guided by thought

Carlos Sainz ✶ Camellia

what does it represent: dignity, perseverance, loyalty

someone who is a camellia is: reliable, grounded, graceful under expectation, quietly admirable

Charles Leclerc ✶ Peony

what does it represent: beauty, honour, romance

someone who is a peony is: elegant, confident, self-assured without severity, luxurious yet sincere

George Russell ✶ Amaryllis

what does it represent: pride, confidence, determination

someone who is an amaryllis is: self-assured, driven, unafraid of pressure, elegant under scrutiny

Alex Albon ✶ Forget-Me-Not

what does it represent: remembrance, sincerity, fidelity

someone who is a forget-me-not is: faithful, dependable, emotionally consistent, significance without need for recognition

Lewis Hamilton ✶ Lotus

what does it represent: wisdom, resilience, enlightenment

The expression on the screen turned into a surprised one as the Companion turned around, taking a bit before they noticed a small orange creature approaching them. Intrigued, the Companion crouched down.

– Oh, hi there, little one! I'm LuMin, who are you? I don't remember seeing you around. Where did you come from? – smiling, the Companion slightly tilted their head.

– Mrrrph. – the cat sat down, closing its eyes. Suddenly, a small drone flew out of its backpack, which made LuMin flinch a bit, but she managed to keep her balance. For a couple of seconds, the Companion just stared at the drone, then looked back at the cat.

– Do you... – the Companion stuttered a bit as the drone started making sounds alongside it. – ...need anything? – the dark-green camera turned to the drone again. LuMin took some time to realize that, maybe, the drone was translating his words to the orange creature. He decided to simply ignore the drone for now. That's when the drone turned to the cat and, after a couple of seconds, turned back around and flew to the Companion instead, slightly bobbing in the air.

– Oh? – Surprised, LuMin reached out as an object started to form in front of her. – What's this? – Before looking at the thing, LuMin glanced at the drone and the cat. Then the camera lowered.

LuMin froze, trying to keep her expression neutral. Their initial grip on the picture now changed into a gentle hold. He looked away.

– W-where did you get this?.. – lowering his hands, the Companion quietly asked the two, but didn't get an answer.

– Mrraow! – the cat leaned forward as if trying to say something. LuMin stayed silent for a while, looking at the picture again. When he finally noticed the symbols on the back of it, he realized what the creature was trying to ask. But why would it need to know that?

Looking at the cat carefully this time, LuMin realized what the colourful spots on its sides were. Badges. Some of them LuMin recognized immediately – the red one with a yellow heart and the white one. With the Outsiders' symbol.

– So... so Zbaltazar sent you?.. – the screen showed a sad smile, – ...okay. The first two symbols are the name of the street and the dots are the numbers of the floor and the door you need. – LuMin returned the photo, watching as it disappeared in front of the drone. – But you won't be able to get there right now. Good luck. – the Companion stood up, its emotion unchanged.

– Mrrrrr~ – the cat also stood up and walked closer, rubbing against the Companion's legs. LuMin seemed quite surprised as she looked down, but her screen quickly displayed a heart and she let out a quiet "awwwww" as she watched the creature running away.

Here it is on Wattpad- and AO3.

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"It's ineffable, darling."

"Ineffable?"

"Ineffable." Crowley confirmed.

"I think it's pretty obvious that Ryan would be at the top of the list."

A voice cut through the quiet evening, barely heard over the sound of the admittedly quiet volume of the podcast he was listening to, and Ryan tilted his head curiously, pulling an earbud out to better hear. Was someone talking about him? Most of the campers were either in the lodge with Abi or exploring the woods with Jacob before lunch. But cabin seven had the lights on, and he could see movement inside. He wasn't the type to eavesdrop, but his curiosity was piqued, and they were talking about him, so he figured it was okay.

“Well, we’re talking right now.”

Gus couldn’t tell if Hunter genuinely didn’t have any social skills or if he was just being stubborn.

“I mean, like talk about everything you know?” Gus gestured to all of Hunter.

“You just gestured to all of me.”

Spoilers. Obvs.

I don't think this is fog, Mr. Weatherman, and if it is it must be from hell itself.

It's summer, Mr. Weatherman, it's not cold enough for fog. Yet this lingers all day and into the night, and I cannot see the blue of the sky. Is it overcast, Mr. Weatherman? I don't think so, that doesn't sound right.

It hurts my eyes to be outside, sir. It hurts to breathe. I can smell it, see, even through this mask that I now need in more ways than one. It's a good thing schools aren't open, Mr. Weatherman, I walk to lunch. Could you imagine walking in this?

Ours is not the only place that has it. It's here, up and down the coast, miles and miles of gray that tastes acrid, like pain and sorrow in a chalky film. How are the others, sir? Are they alright?

It is only a small comfort that the sky is gray and not red. I know there are other places, other places not so far away, where the sky is red and the world is ending. I could drive there, sir, if I could drive. It would not take long.

Have you seen the maps? The maps of red dots, littered up and down the stretch if land that is home? Each dot a spot of hell, all on its own. I see the dots, and it feels like there's more of them every day.

They speak of four horsemen. War everywhere here, in the people we should be able to trust but we cannot because they are cruel. Pestilence has made himself known, and wanders the world now as people refuse to hide their faces in a mask. Famine is subtle, but has always been here, as the people who work 3 jobs but still cannot buy enough food will tell you. Death lurks behind them all, claiming one by one.

But is that all, sir, do you think? For this is not the result of any of those horseriders. Perhaps this is something else. Maybe there are more riders, and we simply never bothered to name them.

Fire seems a good name for a rider.

It's foggy, you say, Mr. Weatherman? Tell me, is it the fog in the sky, or the fog in your eyes? Can you not see because you refuse? Refuse to see the suffering like so many others do as they look away?