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hai, welcome to my blog! my name is kitty. i am an adult (20 years old)! i follow back from @criminal-apples :∆

i love . . .

c!clingyduo, c!crimeboys, c!dream, and fanon sbi

i also love dsmp analysis posting :']

i love fics !!!!! all my love to the dsmp fic writers !!!!

i draw fanart all the time when the beast takes over, and all of my art will be tagged with #caboodle :]

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#caboodle #intro post #dsmp

redl3monade

Haven't drawn anything in months, but crime bois has consumed my brain. This took me five hours, I am SO SLOW. OMFG.

watermelonrindsandstickyfingers

no one will ever really understand the impact of found family in media and what balm it is to the deep-rooted issues of traumatized/abused kids.I know this sounds really cheesy but stay with me.

irondad and spiderson, the batfam, erasermic, even sbi... they shaped how I came to fundamentally understand care. they made me feel parental love was possible, which was absolutely massive in development years.

those stories taught me that family could be the center of a story, especially as someone who experienced alot of transactional relationships. that a safe adult wasn’t a fantasy, and that the responsibility wasn't always on the kid

(+ adding onto this, the pivot into dead dove is the other side of this coin. at least now I can explore it in media in a safe space, especially as an adult with a different lense.)

Need someone studying psychology to write a dissertation on the different ways fandom is used as a coping mechanism fr

unfinishedficideas

tommyinnit rents from villain sbi

its a very nice apartment, but lowkey everybody on the streets knows its owned by the syndicate, its the only nice place in the lower lmanberg area that the sydicate rule over so its clearly owned by rich people, and the building is literally always avoided by the syndicate members in fights, so nobody wants to live there

civilian tommy is so broke and desperate he pretends he has no clue. he turns the other way.

he meets up with a blonde guy, one of 3 property managers/landlords, and he pretends he doesn't see the similarity's to a certain winged villain,

he tours the apartment, pretends to still be considering and asks questions calmly. he signs the papers necessary and confirms move in without comment

he has to pretend to be basically blind past that point.

he soon finds out all the syndicate members are his neighbors. literally all of them. they arent quiet when arguing with each other about their wins and loses against heros, and the walls, while not that thin, are not soundproof.

tommy doesn't know how these people are even still at large and not arrested yet.

the guy across the hall from him has such recognizable bubblegum pink hair tommy guessed which member he was instantly

they are trying to befriend him. they bring house warming gifts. a women who introduces herself as niki makes him bread and cookies. a guy named jack comes with her and introduces himself as the maintenance man.

the man named philza who is his landlord is clearly thrilled to have a Tennent. he asks if tommy needs anything fixed atleast 4 times a week.

a man named wilbur, phils son, insists that tommy come to movie night with his father and brother.

and then he insists they all have a sleepover too.

tommy is going to lose his mind.

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meanwhile sbi think tommy is a fellow villain or possibly a vigilante.

everybody else leaves the apartment building alone because of the rumours, clearly either tommy doesn't believe them or he knows and is just unafraid of the syndicate.

which totally means hes chill with them completely and about to be their new friend fr.

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theyve started letting themselves into his apartment.

tommy doesnt know if its legal or if they just have spare keys but its not like he can report it without risking exposing the syndicate members, and hes kinda attached and committed to keeping their secret at this point.

plus they've been subtly refilling his pantry whenever they come by without mentioning it and tommy's not an ingrate.

unfinishedficideas

tommy lets the syndicate do whatever they want in his apartment with no comment. they never warn him and barely ask unless he's in the apartment when they come in it, but he isn't gonna do anything about it anyways.

theyre out of flour? sure they can come into his apartment to take his, theyre probably the ones to have put the flour there in the first place at this point.

they can use his bathroom to shower if someone else is using theirs, just so long as they don't touch his limited edition body wash from dollar tree.

they can use his in-unit washer and dryer to their hearts content as long as they bring their own detergent.

but there is still some things that come as a shock even after months of this personal space invasion.

They've replaced his couch.

his old couch, ole reliable that he got at a garage sale and dragged 2 blocks down the street and up the stairs to get it here, is gone.

there's a much bigger, cleaner, and almost brand new couch in its place in front of Tommy's crummy tv. one of those fancy plush ones that doesn't have armrests.

tommy messages Philza.

did one of you guys come and replace my couch?

yeah. 👍

why?

.🤷‍♂️

Philza is no use to him.

they must just have been bothered after they couldn't all fit on his old couch the last time they had a movie night at his place.

--------flashback to last movie night from sbi's perspective-----

tommy had sat on the side of the couch, and Wilbur had quickly claimed the only spot next to him.

half way through the movie tommy falls asleep and starts leaning to the right, but Wilbur moves his head to instead be resting on his shoulder.

Techno and Philza glare daggers at him silently for the next 30 minutes.

eventually Niki beg whispers Wilbur to switch places with her from where she'd sat on the ground in front of the couch, and manages to get Wilbur to agree on the threat of no pastries for a month.

tommy sleeps soundly as he's maneuvered to have his head on niki's lap and has a blanket placed over him. (he doesn't get enough sleep no wonder hes out like a light)

eventually they go home and leave him on the couch because they don't want to wake him up to put him in his bed, but they all take note when he spends the next day after he gets home from work rubbing at his neck.

unfinishedficideas

besides ignoring the house invasions, letting them put new furniture here and there and gathering with them for movie nights, tommy really tries his hardest not to seek them out or go anywhere with his neighbors

besides the fact theyre the syndicate and probably would kill him if they knew he knew, it just doesn't seem a good idea.

he doesn't know if since Philza is the one who owns the building, if any of the other syndicate members even bother having legal identities, and sure technically he himself "has" a legal adult identity, but not one that would really hold up under any cop or hero scrutiny, he'd probably be taken in as an accomplice right alongside the syndicate members.

let alone what might happen if tommy is the one recognized instead.

doesn't really matter what he might think is a bad idea though if they stumble upon his workplace anyways and decide its their new almost daily hang out spot.

and then insist on having at least one of them come at the end of his shift to drive him home for "safety" no matter how many times he tells them not to. in expensive-for-the-area cars. in-front of his fellow employees.

which really feels more like its gonna get his work locker robbed then anything else.

sure, the McDonalds on the way home is sick, and the conversation and warmth of the car heater is nicer then a silent walk home constantly looking over his shoulder even if it isn't any safer. its still not a good idea that he doesn't have to be happy about.

he's proven right about a week later.

unfinishedficideas

two of his coworkers move into the apartment building.

the ones who tommy uncovered to be the vigilante duo stinger and ghost about a week after he got his job at the cafe, 2 months before he moved into the apartments, when he walked into the back room and saw tubbo shoving his entire arm into his own chest, which had been an open gaping hole of machinery.

and now they were moving in. the same coworkers who'd been asking a lot of questions about his new friends and his living situation in the last month. in the same building as the syndicate who were oh so bad at hiding their nightly business.

tommy was cooked.

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it all started when tommy's door had been knocked on, early in the mourning on a Saturday, when the cafe was closed and so tommy had the day off.

he'd opened it assuming Niki had come back to get her brownie pan back. he should have known when he heard the knock.

usually Techno and Jack were the only ones to bother knocking anymore, and even they would just come in after a couple seconds now. Phil sometimes would knock, but only when he was there on landlord business.

but when tommy opened the door, there tubbo and ranboo were, tubbo smiling widely and holding a box and ranboo nervously shuffling.

tommy had foolishly assumed they were just there to visit. he had told them he lived there after-all, and they knew which apartment was his.

"what are you guys doing here? didnt you say you guys were busy moving?"

Tubbo jubilantly shoved the box into tommy's hands "we are! House warming gift!!! we're your neighbors now!"

Tubbo did jazz hands while ranboo laughed awkwardly and made a comment about house warming gifts working the opposite way.

tommy stood shocked, considering the ramifications for so long that tubbo dropped the jazz hands and started curiously looking around tommy and into his apartment.

finally, he stood aside and gestured for them to come in without a word.

tubbo grabbed ranboo's wrist and obliged. they both walked over to stand in the living room around tommy's recently added (he is literally just now noticing it, when did that get there?) coffee table.

"isnt it great tommy? we were looking for apartments and then you mentioned living here and well, of course we didnt know if we would get accepted so we didnt want to tell you unless we did, but we did! and now me and boo don't even have to take the bus to work!"

tommy gestures for them to sit and finally stutters out some probably thin sounding congratulations, but ranboo sits down and tubbo follows and goes on like he doesnt notice anything off so its probably fine.

"we've moved most of our stuff into the apartments already so you don't have to try and offer to help, move in was today actually, but philza let us move our stuff in ahead of time!"

tommy had finally gotten his wits together, so he'd put on a happy if sweaty face and asked "nice! this is great! whats your apartment number? are you guys on this floor?"

tubbo shook his head. "no, we're 2 floors down, on the 3rd floor. apparently there weren't any more suitable vacant apartments on this floor, I even asked."

tommy nodded profusely, pretending his mind wasn't flashing to the around 9 other "empty" apartments on this floor that he see's the syndicate members coming and going from all the time and always hears suspicious noises in.

"oh yeah! well uh I mean phil told me before this floor wasnt completely done uh being slightly renovated, so most units aren't ready yet, and you guys must need a 2 bedroom, but this is just a single and like I get cheaper rent temporarily for being closer to the construction noises and stuff."

tubbo responds in kind with questions about the best places to eat around the apartments.

this sort of talk goes on and tommy eases into it. they even show tommy their apartment, barren and unpacked as it is.

tommy relaxes a little. they had just moved in because they needed a place and tommy had apparently disproved the rumors for them by admitting to live there.

they weren't even close enough to his floor to overhear anything, so with tommy usually at work whenever they weren't and a busy vigilante schedule to maintain, the two would probably hardly have to time to go poking into the other occupants of this apartment.

the real problem would be if the occupants of this apartment went poking around tubbo and ranboo instead. which if their behavior with tommy was any example, was almost guaranteed.

this could be a complete disaster.

----------------mean while, with sbi-----------------

philza was confused. and sitting at the table with him, so were techno and wilbur.

wilbur gestures to the papers on the table. "how has this even happened, I swear the rumors are still going strong."

"well wilbur, I guess your web of intelligence has failed you."

a gasp and the sound of fabric dulled slap fighting followed.

Philza sighs. "yknow as much as I hate to say it the only recent change that could warrant this is tommy."

Wilbur snapped his head in phils direction from his position in a headlock. "we can't throw him out."

techno silently looked up at phil in outrage.

philza quickly explained. "nobody was suggesting that! I was just saying. we should figure out something to do about this before it can get out of hand. word cannot get out suddenly that this is a good place to live. it would be too big a risk."

wilbur grimaced. "imagine. actually having to landlord."

techno and philza both shivered.

#cute lol #sbi

exillohi

being raised in sbi fandom was like being raised in beautiful lovely orphanage just to be sacrificed to the monsters once u leave

exillohi

welcome to our beautiful toxic platonic familial abusive evil awersome epic neglectful paradise no yuri no yaoi no het its just bad here. in an epic way…

exillohi

and ur never getting it again every other fandom is 70% sex and even the character analyses are 70% sex LMAO

exillohi

being raised in sbi fandom was like being raised in beautiful lovely orphanage just to be sacrificed to the monsters once u leave

exillohi

welcome to our beautiful toxic platonic familial abusive evil awersome epic neglectful paradise no yuri no yaoi no het its just bad here. in an epic way…

being raised in sbi fandom was like being raised in beautiful lovely orphanage just to be sacrificed to the monsters once u leave

#sbi #dsmp

shrimpigman

my organs are hurting and my heart is palpitating and I swear on the regular that I’m not one of “those” dsmp fans. dear god it’s been five years for the rest of you and only three years since I saw it myself. it is so exhausting having to scroll through post after post of people slandering something that means so much to me, it’s exhausting to have to preemptively defend myself, it’s exhausting to clarify again and again who I do and don’t “support,” but god if it hasn’t all been worth it.

I love the Dream SMP. I prefer never to get involved with the controversy and I won’t defend the actions of some of the people behind it, but I will always cherish the stories, characters, and memories it’s left. Technoblade’s VODs are still the most comforting thing in the world to me, my younger self’s ugly drawings are still a part of me, and the community’s fan songs will continue to make me cry for a long time. I’m not ashamed to admit that a bunch of loud grown men roleplaying in Minecraft got me through my first breakup, and I’m not ashamed to admit that my taste has never been about what’s “good” or sophisticated, it’s always just been about what happens to connect with me. and if that’s something cringe, so be it. there are worse things to be.

happy November 16th to all of you. and happy Johnny Silverhand’s birthday to the rest of you. you better believe I will be shamelessly belting Amanda Fagan and Kanaya, blasting my broken ass amp like a dork, because that’s exactly what I am. I’m a nerd born of two nerds, and I fly my Minecraft flag high. love you all, in and outside of the fandom. keep enjoying, keep creating, rock on you goofy freaks of nature… and have a little doodle I did several months ago whilst writing an indulgent c!crimeboys fic