I have no where else to put these thoughts other than here so I'm gonna throw them out there for thousands to see.
The DSMP was and still is one of the only fandoms I ever really, like really truly actually, fell so hard into. I was that bastard who tried to grow up too fast, tried to be different and "not like other girls" (except I'm a boy but whatever not the point) by not enjoying things that were fandom related. And it was miserable doing that, like dude who were you trying to impress? But then one day during my country's second lockdown, there I was scrolling through youtube in my dorm, and seeing an animatic that caught my eye. I watched it. I got confused and curious and had to know more. And within a week I had watched the entirety of the Execution and the Butcher Army and had to go back and find older vods and wiki's to piece together how and why that happened, who these people were, what exactly was this story.
And I got dragged kicking and screaming into this fandom, the damn thing (/pos/affectionate) dug it's claws into my skull and has refused to let go. I had gone through a shitty year prior to that that I won't get into here, and the lockdown and returning to uni was not really helping, I lost the will to write, to draw, to be creative, to really enjoy anything. And then this chaotic, mostly improvised, and wonderful, awful, mess of a story got slapped into my face! And I found myself feeling like a little kid again. With the ridiculously complicated plot, the goofy ass moments that made the characters feels so much more real, the gut wrenching grief and loss as well as the beauty of friendship and family. Something about its story and characters was what I needed during that time in my life. I'm writing again, I'm drawing again, I'm slowly getting to a point where I can feel alive again. It's got a ways to go, and yeah it's cringe as fuck to admit that it was a minecraft roleplay by a bunch online friends who kickstarted the process of me getting out of my slump and actually enjoying something again. And honestly, even if the ending of this whole things started as a joke, it feels right.
"Getting there."
Me too c!tommy.
Thanks for the stories.











