#sweet 17

[todayontumblr]

Monday, February 19.

Make a wish.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear, well, us?

Well, how about that. On this very day, 17 years ago, online culture was changed forever. The internet instantaneously became better, brighter, shitpostier, and adequately normal about the things we care about most. And that's because Tumblr dot com was birthed.

Whatever it is you're doing, folks, keep it up. You're doing it well. Come celebrate with us.

[veoutsold]

Today is my birthday, I am officially 17 years old!

Thank you to my friends and mutuals for all the support this year!🎂🎂🎁🎁🎉🎉

[sakit-hati]

But wait!

There's more!!

[cloudaxolotl07]

IT IS THE SPOOKY MONTH AND MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!!

IM 17 NOW YIPEEEEEEE

[bruisedbodyshattereddreams]

Why are all the tragic girls in movies always 17? Is it my turn? HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME 😋🥰🤩

[word-wytch]

Pls let Eddie fuck

🫡🫡🫡

[hellogirlie1972]

[ranchjustranch]

Sweet 17~

(can you guys guess the reference in the cake?) hint: the candles

[cristalsoyaa]

[mjakajaka123]

Malaika comes of age

[groshia]

Commission result for @.yuuniversee

[ann-chovi]

Brain rot is strong- multiple wips cooking (one of which probably won't get posted even when it is done hahaha).

[charmac]

SEASON 17 WRITERS ROOM BEGINS NEXT WEEK!!

[royalarchivist]

Sneeg: That was very uncool. 🙄 /j

Fit: God, I'm trying to– I'm- I'm roleplaying, bro! I am roleplaying!

Sneeg: Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to be the Egg, or do you have somebody for that?

Fit: [Laughs]

Sneeg: Alright, my bad, I gotta go, my bad. [Laughs]

Fit: Yeah, you're a real comedian. You're a real comedian, my friend. You're a real comedian! 😒

Special thank you to @genevawrenn for letting me edit their clips of this moment!

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Sneeg: That was very uncool. /j

Fit: God, I'm trying to– I'm- I'm roleplaying, bro! I am roleplaying!

Sneeg: Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to be the Egg, or do you have somebody for that?

Fit: [Laughs]

Sneeg: Alright, my bad, I gotta go, my bad. [Laughs] I gotta go. Oh wait, hold on–

[Sneeg crafts a sign and writes "fck you" on it]

Fit: [Reads the sign]

Fit: [Slow turns to look at Sneeg]

Sneeg: [Runs away and laughs]

Fit: ...Yeah, you're a real comedian. You're a real comedian! You're a real comedian, my friend. You're a real comedian!

Sneeg: Get away!

Fit: Why are you running? I got no weapons!

Sneeg: Get away from– get away!

Fit: Why are you running? I've got no weapons!

Sneeg: Get those bloody knuckles away from me, bro! I see the calluses! [...] You mad at me 'cause I used the wrong sign color, right?

Fit: Yeah, that's– you're– that's 100% why. It's not canon, dude. It's not canon! How could you not care about the canon?!

Sneeg: I'm not egg-shaped either, my bad.

Fit: IT'S NOT CANON!

Sneeg: I can't fix that–

Fit: The signs need to be white with a brown trim, dude! Ok? And they have to have gears on 'em!

Sneeg: My fault.

Fit: And a mustache!

[caemidraws]

Lunar Sorcery

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Ajax meeting a child his age from the House of the Hearth.

his family is taking a rare trip out of Snezhnaya to visit some friends in the Court of Fontaine- his parents' friends to be clear, which he finds horribly boring. luckily his mother and father are very much aware of Ajax's curious nature and let him wander around the city, provided he stay above ground and not leave the Court. he's quietly exploring, a little head of ginger hair weaving in between the busy adults and gardemeks when he catches a glimpse of someone his height scurrying away. a kid! someone like him, and not those boring grownups! Ajax grins and darts after, cheerfully yelling out for them to wait before he catches up and tugs on their wrist.

you yelp in surprise, snapping your head around to stare at him. the boy smiles at you, eyes like sun-dappled water, and sticks his hand out to shake like his father taught him to.

"Hi, I'm Ajax! What's your name? I like your clothes!"

you glance down at your uniform, perfectly tailored to your size and in the colors of the House of the Hearth. the other children- your siblings- all wore their own clothes, but you never had a preference. Mother was merciful enough to at least provide you with a wardrobe... although the coldness in her eyes told you she was merciful for little else. with tentative movements you grasp Ajax's hand and give it a small shake, and his grin widens further in delight.

time flies away as you slowly settle and become comfortable with him. Mother isn't happy when you return home past curfew.

it's years later when you see Ajax again. the House of the Hearth has changed; Mother and most of your siblings are dead, although you can't say you're displeased about the former, there's a new head of the House, a multitude of scars have formed on your body from Mother's brutal training. yet, you have remained, much to your surprise. you fully expected to die or be disposed of even after Mother was slain, but luckily Peruere- Arlecchino allowed you to stay. you observe the new Fatui recruits with her in Snezhnaya, none of them from the House of the Hearth, not this year. A yawn almost slips out of your mouth which you quickly shield with your palm, before a strong hand lightly smacks down onto your shoulder.

it's Ajax. older and taller with messier hair, but you'd recognize that coppery hair and dark blue eyes anywhere, even if they've turned from shallow waters to the deep sea. you stare at each other for a moment, then Ajax's face breaks into a huge smile as he picks up your hand and gives it a firm, familiar shake.

"I missed you."

slowly, you smile back, and the Abyssal monster in Ajax's head lets out an awed croon when he finally sees the person his host has been telling him all about.