#Doomsday

[simplepotatofarmer]

happy 4th doomsday anniversary!

[deimosisreallycool]

Happy 4 years of doomsday ‼️- January 6, 2021

(ignore any mistakes on this, it was just a quick drawing lol)

[hellsgate-roadhouse]

📺 📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺

[alto-viola]

I have so many opinions on Doomsday's effect on the narrative of the DSMP. OP makes a lot of persuasive points which I bristled at on the first read. (Saying it ended the server for example.)

It is extremely fair, however, to say it split the DSMP into two very different sections. Pre-Doomsday and Post-Doomsday. It was a changing of the guards. Many OG players slowly tapered out of being active on the server, the people who were on daily shifted to weekly, to monthly, to practically never.

(Metacontexally, and I hate to acknowledge him, but Wilbur was the primary writer for the first half of the server's life. That changed when he took the break and was passively playing as Ghostbur.)

I think one of the big narrative problems was caused by the server exploding in popularity post-election and players were scrambling to find their footing.

Another is everything became significantly more high stakes / serious. Consider how players treated each other pre and post-Doomsday. Or, a much later example, the IRL hate response to c!Dream Team (being dicks) and abducting Micheal the Piglin. Less than a year prior fans would have been joking around &/ taking it as a serious story beat. However newer fans genuinely, actually, freaked out. Michael (the Piglin) was a lot like Spirt the horse, imho.

Another point in this line of logic: eventually everything everything in the DSMP reached a boiling point. A loud minority of fans - mixed with the immaturity of the DSMP being their first fandom and covid absolutely stunting common manners - alongside exfans who made hating on the server their entire personality - demanded perfection and control of the story.

(It's the same reason why 16 year old TommyInnit got canceled for saying he 'understands lesbians and thinks women are gorgeous'.)

It was peak Steven Universe discourse levels of mass hysteria. There was no rational response to anything. It was an insufferable fandom space, especially on TikTok and Twitter.

i think in both regards to story, and in terms of meta/real life

doomsday and the destruction of l’manberg killed the server.

whether people were for or against or apart of l’manberg or not, it was a gathering point that brought people together to talk. it was a place people would hang out. it was a place with lots of chests to steal food and supplies from. in new l’manberg so so many people spent their time their even if they were completely unaffiliated or lived somewhere else.

storywise when it was destroyed, the story just lost a central characteristic for conflict, and a very important thing. l’manberg wasn’t just a place. it was ideals it was imagery, it was a goal, it was safety it was so many things, and with it gone with no hopes of returning, no matter how many new places people built they were all empty and never the same.

and with it gone everyone literally had to go their own ways. everyone who gathered there went far far away to make their own homes.

on a meta standpoint, people like talk about how much they miss old dream smp streams and that’s because of the non serious lore streams. where walking down a path and bumping into someone could lead to goofing off or serious talks.

where tommy could build a pathway from manberg to pogtopia for prime and for the upcoming rebellion, and get caught by a vice president who decided it was his day off and he was going to roleplay as a mcdonald’s worker.

it’s how you have tommy and tubbo goofing off on the server not doing lore, only for schlatt to see and they go lore mode and have to make up a pregnancy excuse.

it’s how you got silly serious moments. it’s also just straight up how you had people interact. if everyone lived hundreds of blocks away, it’s harder to just randomly run into each other while building or running to do something, meaning you’re less likely to talk, and less likely for anything to happen.

when l’manberg acted as a central hang out spot, people built their homes in close proximity, they would stick around the area and things naturally happened.

destroying l’manberg was, in my opinion, the worst thing they could have done. doomsday did very very little narratively to the story. the community house gathering did more to the story than doomsday did. and it was awful because tommy rallied people behind him to fight in doomsday not for him, but because if they could do this to l’manberg what would stop them from doing it to every other group.

and everyone fought, and despite an entire server fighting it was pointless.

the only thing doomsday did was force people to hide. and you can make claims for ranboo who went to live with phil and techno- but ranboo’s character arcs could’ve had a very similar outcome by staying with almost anyone else.

no l’manberg ultimately just drove everyone away, and there was never any serious or successful move to make anything on that server take its place, to fill the hole, so there was nothing to actively pull things together. no driving force or motivation, nothing to supply passive roleplay, nothing to bring people together.

everyone lost on doomsday. that loss of l’manberg meant no one could ever win again. just think about it. after doomsday, it was loss after loss.

the final disc confrontation? tommy and tubbo lost. they were rescued, but they lost their fight, and it was a trap anyway.

dream in prison? well he has punz on the outside, doesn’t matter, and he can control ranboo, and he still got to kill tommy AND ghostbur. it was a loss. and he escaped.

every single fight after. quackity lost, wilbur lost, tommy and tubbo lost again, and again. the server for everyone ended in a loss.

there was not ever a win again. usually in stories, after losses, you want something good to happen to make those hardships worth it. just like when good things happen you want bad things to happen to make it worth it, you need a balance.

think of the revolution. the up and down rollercoaster. the freedom into war into loss and death into hope into loss into compromise into win.

the election was a nail biting race where depending on who you voted for, was lose and a win. for tommy and wilbur it was a loss, but they quickly gathered things up, they had hope, and they had energy, and a plan, and techno joined and they were confident. there were ups and downs up until doomsday, afterword no character seemed to get an up. any positive was immediately trivialized. for example tommy’s decided to try and heal and make a hotel which was immediately turned into a problem where people tried to fight him over it and then he died. or he got a pet that made him happen and everyone tried to set it free or kill it. he finally starts to feel safe no relax and dream breaks loose, and he is endlessly stalked the entire time, and he dies alone with his abuser and his abuser’s accomplice.

there is never an up after doomsday, and killing l’manberg that day killed the dream smp.

[frownyalfred]

the fact that Clark can probably hear him the whole time and Jon’s not just saying this to say it? he’s actually talking to his dad??? I’m SCREAMING

[dontbotheraziraphale]

not the fourteenth doctor throwing the word LOVE around like it's free when my boy ten is forever living here

[bananastastelikeshit]

why is david’s face so fucking hard to draw.

[goldenboywrites]

“I was never allowed to enjoy playing at court,” Everett said, slowly toying with the laces of Colter’s shirt along his slender fingers. He tugged at them hard, the material bunching tightly at Colter’s throat. “Three was a crowd, but we don’t have that problem anymore, now do we?” He watched as Colter’s throat bobbed, fighting against the tightness of the laces. “Things can be the way they were meant to be. We can be what we are meant to be now. Maybe being sent away made me realize how badly I wanted it, but the truth is, I’ve always wanted it to be you and me. You were just blinded by how good we could be together.” Everett leaned down, hovering his mouth over Colter’s. “But you’re not blinded anymore, right baby?” 

And there it was. I’m thrilled it aligns with my wants. Everything Everett had been working for was now in the palm of his head. He crushed his lips against Colter’s, pushing his tongue past his lips and kissing him deeply, licking the taste of the wine out of his lips. It was becoming clear that Everett needed to use physical rewards to keep Colter pliant and cooperative.

“I want the living quarters neighboring yours,” He whispered against the man’s mouth, pressing his body closer to Colter. He knew August’s rooms were down the hall, probably far too nervous to have quarters close to the prince, but Everett wasn’t shy about his wants, and Colter was offering anyway. “So I’m only a few steps away when you need me.” He played with the laces of the prince’s shirt, untying them with nimble fingers, releasing their hold against his throat. “Doesn’t that sound nice?” He pulled the man forward, tugging and wrestling his shirt off of his body, then raked his nails down the center of his chest. “That way, whenever you want me, you can have me.” 

He inhaled slowly, hands falling to Colter’s lap, one of his fingers tracing along the outline of his hardness. “The only other thing that would make me the happiest man in the castle,” Everett pressed his palm down, squeezing Colter’s length through his pants. “Is if you undress me and take me to the baths.”

Gods he was overwhelming. There was barely a moment since they'd be alone that Everett hadn't been attached to or touching Colter in some fashion. He loved it and that was the problem. Where August had been more controlled with his interactions with the prince, Everett was not and it was feeding into Colter's delusions more. He wouldn't realize until it was too late but all of his energy has shifting from keeping his cool and constant appearance as his father preferred. Or did he? Ever since Everett had been placed at his side, his father had been rather vacant. Maybe that was his signal he approved? Not that that had ever truly mattered to Colter but still, not having his eyes on him as closely did have it's advantages.

"You've never enjoyed playing the games of court." The prince cooed softly and let his head fall back, enjoying the softness of the other's lips on his body again. To be worshipped like this was only making it harder to think of anything else other than the man now seated on his lap. Colter ran his hand up the man's chest and onto his neck, lightly gripping either side before he took a kiss for himself. His eyes fluttered open and as he took in Everett he'd realized that perhaps this sort of comfort was exactly what he had been looking for. "Are you telling me in your time away you've suddenly come to make a difference?" Being good and working towards his own agenda for when he took over had always been his end goal. But it was always what drove his father to hate him more. At least, he'd always felt that was how it was. He'd only ever been angry when the prince would question him beyond what his teachings were or his final word. This was easier and the freedom. Freedom.

His fingers twitched around the other's throat and he looked into his eyes, as if his answer were in them and he let his thumb trace along the length of his Adam's apple. "I want your happiness, Everett." His fingers moving up to cup the back of his head and his other hand wound around his waist, pressing their bodies flush. It was true, the future would be before either of them knew it. His children would one day soon fill the halls and the thought of it all without a solid person behind him was terrifying. What about Auggie? WHAT ABOUT HIM?? "I'm thrilled it aligns with my wants." He whispered, leaning in to kiss his lower lip and then pull it between his teeth. He hummed softly, pulling the soft bit of flesh out and allowing it snap back just as fast.

"We'll make arrangements in the morning for your quarters and we'll have you dressed properly." Not that Everett didn't know how or that he dressed poorly. But if he were to take that title, Colter wanted all to know, including his betrothed set to visit the castle later on. It was what August and he had been working on before Everett's return. Making sure that the customs and knowledge of his incoming wife would be known and he would be ready, be a proper prince and future husband. "What else is it that your heart desires? What more can I give you to make you happy?"

[boygirlctommy]

i heard there was a special place...

made a zine!!! this was so fun :D

[bebx]

[dotts-inkings]

couldn't help but feel small.

based on this screenshot:

plus a bonus zoomed in chommy <3

[simplepotatofarmer]

two of my favorite moments from doomsday that are just c!dream and c!phil are when dream gets confused on finding the entrance to the tunnel and phil has to go back to get him and then dream just falling off the grid in front of phil. dynamic right there.

[xmaruu11]

Becomes insane with a fake DnD campaign (there’s more this is just some designs/sketches)

[icara-mack]

happy @sixteenth-day-event everyone! hi doomsday enjoyers accept me please Went with: the past repeated. L’manburg’s about to go boom (sorry)

[willgrahams-dog]

i think the most devastating bit about doomsday is that ten had never had to live without rose before.

ten was born in front of rose. he existed as a physical manifestation of nine's love for her: the embodiment of all the wounds she had tended to without knowing. rose could not save the doctor from hating himself, but she let him love again. she laughed and listened to music and got chips with him, and "run for your life" became "thank you. i need you. please stay with me." to live without her, to live with the knowledge that he could never ever see her again would have been utterly SHATTERING.

[hellsgate-roadhouse]

UK underground (AI generated art)

Abandoned

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