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drew oscar piastri as a vampire bc i felt like being a freak on main. whatever. kind of in-hate-in-love with the rendering bc it turned out muuuuch better than i was expecting but also isn’t as painterly as i would like <///3

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ollie blink if they got you for the credit card fraud

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lando norris your posture is so cunty and for what? to attract other men?

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"I'm very pleased. I'm pretty jacked. It's been a really good weekend. It's just been one of those weekends where I haven't had any doubts. It's one of those ones where everything's just been feeling good. [In] mixed conditions I feel like we've been a top 6 car from the get go. So, it's nice to put the lap together in Q3 but I'm not surprised. I know when I feel like this I can do things like this. So it's just trying to get myself in this place more often, and obviously that's what I've been missing this year. But when I get it right it goes pretty right."

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Indy500 & Chill

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he wants that cookie SO BAD

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Imagine McLaren make landoscar write down unhinged things they like about eachother they would never say out loud:

Oscar: the gap between his teeth when he smiles :)

Lando:

Lando: ass and thighs

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Ok but how much cuter can you get Daniel???

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no thoughts, just daniel saying “she’s a bit tight”

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when rich nobility oscar and dangerous biker lando just made their relationship open to the public

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red bull gives you wiiings

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I'm surprised by the number of top!lando fanfics out there. you're telling me you see this face and don't immediately think "mhm yeah, i have to peg him"/hj

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i'm so haunted by that imola cooldown room... lando stripping as both his teammate and max watch him but he's only maintaining eye contact with max...

holding eye contact... a show just for him as max leans back, crosses his leg and asks "how's your back?" 🥵 oscar as just set decoration. the sexual tension is delicious...

winners room dynamics but it's about the winner choosing which best loser has to debase himself on camera and lando taking it in stride. he was prepared, doused in cologne to mask the sweat to the point even the commentators noticed how good he smells. if max wants a show, he'll give him a show

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Don’t Go In the Water - Landoscar | Merman!AU

Summary: Oscar hates the water—or at least, that's what he wants everyone to believe. In truth, he's a merman hiding in plain sight, working as a lifeguard and keeping his distance from the ocean to protect his secret. But then Lando shows up: charming, reckless, and way too observant for Oscar's liking. What starts as playful flirting turns into something deeper, until a dangerous current—and an impulsive rescue—pulls both of their secrets to the surface.

AU: Merman!AU

Note⚠️: Mutual pining, identity reveals, fake drowning, tail reveals in a rip current, mild peril with a happy ending, flirting in the sun.

Oscar hated the water.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He loved the water—craved it, needed it—but only when no one was watching. Which meant that being a lifeguard at the exclusive Sirocco Cove resort was a uniquely torturous experience. He sat in the shaded tower above the golden beach, sunglasses reflecting sunlight and suspicion, and kept a practiced scowl on his face as he scanned the tide.

No one ever questioned why the lifeguard didn’t swim. His uniform helped—dry-fit shorts and a red tank that never saw a drop of seawater. It was part of the act. The aloof, too-cool-for-you aesthetic kept guests at arm's length, and he liked it that way.

Until he showed up.

The bronze-skinned idiot with curly hair and a reckless smile.

Lando.

The first time he’d “fallen” off his paddleboard, Oscar had assumed it was genuine. Tourists were always trying to flex their way into trouble. He dove halfway off the tower before Lando bobbed back up from the surf, coughing and grinning, like it was a joke only he got.

“Sorry,” Lando had called up, waving. “Guess I’m more land than sea.”

Oscar rolled his eyes and climbed back up.

Then he did it again. And again. Every other day, sometimes twice.

Always while Oscar was on shift. Always just far enough out to make Oscar’s blood spike.

Oscar stopped rolling his eyes. Started watching. Harder.

Lando wasn’t just reckless. He was deliberate. Precise. And worst of all, he was charming.

He’d linger on the shoreline near the lifeguard tower, sipping smoothies or tossing glances up at Oscar as if daring him to react. Sometimes he’d hold eye contact just long enough to make Oscar forget where he was.

One afternoon, Lando ambled up to the base of the tower with his towel slung low on his hips and a grin that said he knew exactly how dangerous he looked.

“No swimming today?” he asked casually, looking up.

Oscar didn’t move. “Working.”

Lando tilted his head. “You’re always working.”

Oscar just hummed.

Lando’s gaze flicked up and down the tower before he shrugged. “You ever come in the water, or is that against lifeguard rules?”

Oscar didn’t answer. He didn’t want to lie—too many lies built up like sandbags in his chest already.

Lando smiled like he already knew the truth.

The bracelet around Lando’s wrist was leather-wrapped and weather-worn, an unassuming accessory to the untrained eye. But when wet, it shimmered faintly—just enough to hint at the magic bound into it. Suppressing enchantments weren’t common, but Lando had grown up with them. In the right circles, hiding your tail was considered polite.

Still, it took real commitment to fake being this clumsy.

But it was worth it. From the moment he saw Oscar on the tower—sharp jaw, coiled muscle, and eyes that scanned the ocean like it was a threat—he’d known. Merman. A careful one. A secretive one. Maybe even lonely.

And Lando, well… he never could resist a mystery.

The day it all broke, the skies were syrupy hot and the tide unpredictable. A rip current had been building for hours, tugging subtly, like the ocean had a plan.

Oscar noticed Lando early, walking toward the shallows with that same easy gait, towel over his shoulder. Their eyes met. Lando waved.

Oscar’s jaw tensed.

He’s going to do it again, Oscar thought. He’s going to pretend to drown just to get my attention.

And gods help him, it was working.

Lando waded deeper. Past the safe zone. Oscar stood up in the tower, hand on his whistle.

Lando dove under. Didn’t come up.

One second. Two. Five.

Oscar dropped the whistle.

He was off the tower in an instant, running barefoot across hot sand, stripping off his tank. His heart pounded in his chest as he hit the surf, sprinting into the shallows before diving beneath the waves.

Saltwater kissed his skin. The shift was immediate. Bones stretched, skin shimmered, and with a flick of his newly-sprouted blue tail, Oscar sliced through the current.

He found Lando twenty meters out, caught in the edge of the rip current—still struggling, but weakly now. Oscar surged forward, grabbing him under the arms and pulling him upward.

They breached the surface, and Oscar hauled him in, breath ragged, heart racing.

“You absolute idiot,” Oscar snapped, water sheeting off his face. “Do you want to drown?”

Lando coughed—but he was laughing. Not in panic, but pure amusement. His eyes sparkled.

“Took you long enough.”

Oscar blinked. “What?”

And then—Lando flicked his wrist. The bracelet slid off.

In an instant, a bronze shimmer rippled over his legs, and his tail unfurled beneath the water—gleaming, strong, unmistakably merman.

Oscar stared.

“You’re not the only one with secrets, pretty boy,” Lando said, grin wide.

Oscar’s mouth opened, then closed. He had no words. Just the rapid beating of his heart and the feeling of Lando's body still half-held against his.

“I—how—what the fuck,” Oscar breathed.

Lando laughed again, easier this time, tail flicking lazily beneath the surface. “What, you thought you were the only undercover merman at this beach? Please. I saw you scowling at the ocean like it owed you money. Dead giveaway.”

Oscar flushed hot, then cold. “You could’ve died.”

“Could’ve,” Lando agreed. “But I didn’t. You were watching.”

Oscar shoved him, but it was mostly for show. “I should drown you for real.”

“But then I wouldn’t get to ask if you want to swim out past the reef with me.”

Oscar stared, his defenses crumbling fast under the weight of relief, irritation, and something else—something warmer.

He sighed.

“I’m off in ten minutes,” he muttered.

Lando’s smile turned downright radiant.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Later that evening, just as the sun kissed the horizon, two sleek tails—one bronze, one blue—slipped beneath the waves, vanishing into the deep.

And Oscar didn’t feel like he had to hide for the first time in years.

Notes: This is an approach that I wanted to try out for a bit, so let me know what you think!

Taglist: @silliestf1fan

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the fact that all of tumblr is collectively obsessed with mermaids and every year in the month of may, every single fandom starts creating fanarts of fictional characters as mermaids... and Yet! mermaid stories practically don't exist in popular media, we don't see mermaid movies, tv shows, video games being made... there is an untapped market and interest for this genre (let's call it that) but corporations are totally not aware of the things people would potentially like to see more of

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FINALLY A HAPPY INTERVIEW 😭😭 UNC STILL GOT IT

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media people trying to make kitten perform and sometimes kitten really is not having it (and Oscar finds him extra endearing like this)