#convict childcare au

[the-final-sif]

wiRating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream (Dream SMP) & Michael The Piglin, Clay | Dream & Sam | Awesamdude, Clay | Dream & Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP), Sam | Awesamdude Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Clay | Dream-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Imprisonment, Child Abuse, Dreblr Gen Big Bang, Kidnapping, Author is Not a Sam | Awesamdude Apologist Series: Part 3 of Convict Childcare AU Summary:

Sam is so normal, and he has great ideas, and knows best. He absolutely is not making terrible choices regarding the small child he stole from a teenager he murdered. It's fine. Everything is fine.

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This is my dreblr big bang piece! It was posted slightly late since I was out of cell range on a trip in the mountains, but I’m quite happy with how it came out and I got to work with the amazing @sunshine-sunshine-sunshine and @twic0rd who are both absolutely amazing artists and were super fun to work with!!!

This is the first part of the convict childcare AU, covering Michael’s resurrection and snippets of their imprisonment!

[yianny4green2]

JuneTBlade2024. The TechnoBlade's Month. Day 27. Peace / Paz. Day 28. Hibernate / Hibernar

Peace / Paz is a drawing about a Fic I love but don't remember... I'm wanted cry.

And Hibernate is about Convict Childcare AU by @the-final-sif Thanks!!!!!

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Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Dream SMP

Relationships:

Clay | Dream & Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Eret & Niki | Nihachu

Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF) & Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP)

Eret (Video Blogging RPF) & Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP)

Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP) & Niki | Nihachu

Characters:

Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF)

Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP)

Eret (Video Blogging RPF)

Niki | Nihachu

Additional Tags:

Hurt/Comfort

Broken Bones

Dream's hand is fucked up and techno fixes it

Zombie Piglin Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP)

Healed Piglin Micahel the Piglin (Dream SMP)

Protective Michael (Dream SMP)

Inspired by a tumblr series

Convict Childcare AU

Clay | Dream Whump (Video Blogging RPF)

Whumpee Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF)

Caretaker Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Fluff and Angst

Fluff

I think this is fluff

Adorable Michael

Not RPF

Language: English Stats: Published:2024-05-19 Words:701

@the-final-sif (i hope taggin you is okay)

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What’s your favorite c!Dream AU? I ask because I honestly cannot pick one, and I am curious if you can.

Generally speaking, Syndicate c!Dream AUs. Yes, get that boy healing and understanding and good friends who will stick by him and not abandon him!! It's the good shit!!!

Specifically, oof. That's a hard one. I guess if I had to pick just ONE it would be @the-final-sif's convict childcare AU, specifically because it's the first DSMP AU that gave me brainrot bad enough to do fanart for it, so it has a special place in my heart.

Send me dreblr-related questions!!

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Look into Family Abolition.

(Based in USA but probably applies elsewhere)

It sounds harsh at first read of the movement.

But it’s a movement to unravel how the conservative movement has invested Privacy and Power into a Christian nuclear family unit headed by a (white Christian) man.

“Domestic” violence (better called Intimate Partner Violence but that’s not how it’s coded in laws) is different than other interpersonal violence because it happens “in the home” where historically men are allowed to do what they want. Same with marital rape. And don’t get me started on laws against sex acts that are selectively applied to people not married and heterosexual. Because a man can make his wife do whatever sex act he wants in the Privacy of his family, see?

Child abuse and incest in the family is hushed up whereas Stranger Danger harm or potential abuse at daycare is a sensation/moral panic because what happens between family members is permissible and any Care that occurs outside the family is to be policed.

People of color, foreign people or relatively lower-class people can be relied on for childcare for decades but have no legal rights to protect or provide for the children they have the day to day guidance & care of. (Babysitting, nanny, au pair, housekeeper, and also day care attendant etc.) Their wages are kept low and they typically aren’t included in Mandatory Reporting structures even though they’d be well placed to spot abuse.

The Christian conservative “focus on the family” and “parents’ rights” movements are all about making a parent’s (but specifically a man’s and even more specifically a white Christian man’s) control over what his children can do or think or access dominant over all other parties, is because of this notion of Family being untouchable.

Tax breaks, financial opportunities, simple low-cost inheritance, hospital visitation and decisions of care and the like are kept with and funneled to married couples with many children with a man as Head of Household.

Any other structure can be subject to scrutiny, audits, fines, red tape and jumping through hoops, as well as contestation from anyone who resembles the Nuclear Family Member more closely.

And think about how any family structure that isn’t a nuclear, married (white) family is suspect and subject to random intervention:

single mother/childbearing parent?

Co-parents who choose not to marry?

Serial monogamy with step-parents?

Found family?

Queer family?

Multigenerational structure of care?

Care structures rooted in indigenous or foreign cultures?

All of these will disqualify someone for financial aid, safety net access, and protection of the law over contract or to prevent harm.

Think about how if a single femme parent needs access to a social safety net, a huge effort is made to get the absent “father” to pay child support or get the single femme parent to re-marry, forcing the parent who is caring for the child to stay in contact with someone they may have purposefully left or find a less-than-suitable partner.

Think also about the very intentional way that laws and policing have ripped apart non-white and/or impoverished families by imprisoning (and then labeling as Ex-Convict) huge numbers of adults or older children, or Child Protective Services taking their children and re-homing them or trapping them in foster care. (Happy Indigenous People’s Day: look up the ‘60s Sweep and the recent Supreme Court legal attack on ICWA)

Abolish the “family”

So that everyone can access care and protection and connection.

As a kid, when your parents are poor, you're poor. If they don't have money, that means none of you have money. But if someone's parents are rich, that doesn't necessarily mean the kid is. Sometimes rich peoples' kids aren't rich kids, they're just some rich freak's exotic pets that can talk but aren't allowed to.

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Found the convict childcare Au by @the-final-sif Yesterday through Kenjo wonderful art! and I can not sleep since. 👁👁 So, I need to draws rivals duo crumbs in this AU to regain my sanity.

[kenjo-arts]

The Convict Childcare Au by @the-final-sif is amazing and lives rent free in my head

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Progress

This is a little snippet of something I’m working on for @the-final-sif​‘s Convict Childcare au, with some differences in that my Dream is a white Enderman hybrid. The basic premise of the au is that c!Sam accidentally kills c!Ranboo while arresting him, and kidnaps Michael for leverage. Panicked, he takes c!Dream and Michael and holds them both in a new prison far away. Dream and Michael grow very close, and are eventually rescued by other members of the server. This drabble takes place a couple months after rescue.

Today must be a bad day, was the first thought that ran through Ponk’s head when Dream all but sauntered into the office. It had been a while since Dream had felt the need to pull on the proud, untouchable facade. The scowling, flinty-eyed Michael that was clinging close enough to Dream as to be almost tripping over his heels only further proved his theory. Through the doorway he locked eyes with Technoblade who had, as usual, escorted Dream to his appointment. The piglin gave a thumbs up and a grimace before shutting the door with a click.

That boded well.

With the mask on, Ponk couldn’t see Dream’s expressions, but over the two months of near-daily visits, he liked to think that he had a pretty good read on the man’s emotional state through his body language. It was sometimes subtle, but there was always at least one tell that gave him away. He gave the Enderman hybrid a quick once over, running through his mental checklist; tail, low and relaxed; ears, perked; right hand, snugly wrapped around Michael's; left hand— ah, there it was. Stuffed into a pocket, but Ponk could see the fabric shift with the arrhythmic flexing of a fist. Too mild to be anger— perhaps frustration, or impatience. Perhaps pain.

“Ponk,” Dream greeted with almost mocking politeness, gently nudging Michael to do the same. The toddler merely glared up at Ponk and huffed. Ponk raised an eyebrow at the both of them but didn’t comment, simply nodding in return as he bit back a sigh. He had hoped they were past all of this.

“Hey, Dream. Hi, Michael,” he said, tone neutral as he tried to gauge how much of a headache this appointment was going to be. “Please have a seat.”

“You got it, Doctor.” Dream brushed past him and went to lift Michael onto one of the two chairs in the office, but the piglin squirmed away from his grip and squealed a harsh, “No!”

Both adults flinched at the volume, Dream immediately kneeling next to the fuming toddler while Ponk stood uncertainly in the back.

“You don’t want to sit, Michael?” Dream asked, voice abruptly gentle.

Michael shook his head furiously, arms crossed tightly across his chest. “No!”

“That’s alright, but I’m going to need you to be calm for this, okay?” So soft, so patient. “If you can’t be calm, that’s okay, but you’ll have to wait outside with Techno.”

The boy's eyes widened and Ponk felt a jolt of panic as they gained the unmistakable sheen of unshed tears.

“No!” The cry was even more vehement than the previous two, and Michael reached out, hands grasping. Dream pulled him into a close hug without hesitation, curling his large frame around the much smaller, more fragile one.

Ponk’s eyes narrowed at the faint, full-body spasm the movement caused, muscles tight with pain before forcibly loosening.

“Can you be calm, Michael?” Dream asked, not a hint of strain in his voice as a scarred palm rubbed soothing lines up and down the child’s back.

After several long seconds, there was a weak, sniffling assent, and then Michael was pulling back, rubbing at his teary face with his arms and wrists, his hands with their three, thick clawed fingers angled carefully away from his eyes. 

Dream cleaned up Michael's face with the help of a box of tissues Ponk offered. Eventually, everyone settled enough to take their places; Dream sprawled in a chair, knees spread arrogantly, Michael standing at his side like a particularly small, puffy-eyed and fierce bodyguard, and Ponk pulling over the second chair to sit near (but not directly in front of) Dream. Dream tilted his head in a question. Usually they would take the basic vitals first, and the doctor hadn’t grabbed any of the equipment. In answer, Ponk held out his hand, palm up.

“Can I please see your left hand?”

The fabric of Dream’s pocket rustled.

“It’s fine.”

“We both know you’d say that even if you—“ Ponk caught the toddler’s eye and fumbled for a more “family-friendly” example. “You— uh. Somehow…lost all your bones?”

Dream wheezed, but Michael gave a solemn nod of agreement, leveling his caretaker an astonishingly unimpressed look. Ponk tried not to feel too vindicated.

“Even Michael agrees with me,” he said. He fluttered his fingers in a beckoning gesture, moving his hand a little closer. “Can I please see it?”

Dream hesitated. His tail, tucked beneath the chair, gave a single, frantic jerk before stilling. Eventually he shrugged, plopping the back of his hand into Ponk’s warm palm.

“Well, if Michael agrees with you…” he joked easily, lightly chucking the piglin under the chin with his free hand. The boy yelped and ducked away, one hand flying up to press against his chin, guarding it from future attacks, while the other made grabby motions towards Dream’s tail. Dream promptly flicked the long appendage up to drape itself in the toddler’s grasp. The kid tucked the plume of fur at the tip under his chin, replacing the hand that was previously guarding it to bury his fingers in the fluff instead. Whether it was to comfort Dream or Michael, Ponk wasn’t sure, but he hoped it worked. It certainly wasn’t doing it quickly though, as Michael frowned at him, eyes hard and unblinking. Today really must’ve been bad.

Ponk ignored the burning stare boring a hole in the side of his head, choosing instead to focus on his task.

“Open, please,” he commanded.

Dream splayed his left hand out as far as he could, the fingers still partially curled and trembling violently as if cold.

“Now, close until you feel no pain.”

The fingers twitched, bent, barely moving from their first position. Ponk flicked his eyes from the stiff hand, to the extended arm seemingly locked in place, to Dream’s concentrated stare at the appendage, and didn’t believe it for a second.

“That looks painful,” he remarked dryly.

Dream shrugged a shoulder, the one extended being held carefully still. “It’s not,” he said blithely. 

“Dream. I can’t help you make progress if you lie to me about this.”

Dream scoffed at the word “progress”, head dipping to the side as if he had just rolled his eyes. Michael was still soothingly stroking the plume of fur, eyes darting worried glances to Dream, and protective scowls to Ponk. Dream noticed, and immediately heaved a dramatic sigh as he playfully tapped Michael in the face with the mass of fur, chuckling when the boy spluttered, batting the tail away.

“It’s fine,” he said, and Ponk wasn’t quite sure which of the three he was trying to reassure. Nevertheless, the hybrid let his fingers slowly curl back to his palm, only stopping when the tips were barely a centimeter away from touching flesh. 

Ponk’s frown was hidden by his mask, but Dream’s shoulders stiffened anyway. 

He had regressed. 

Well, at least now he had a fair idea as to why it was a bad day. Ponk knew well the frustration and despair of a faltered recovery, no matter how temporary. 

“It’ll pass,” he reassured, reaching out and taking Dream’s hand in his own, thumb hooking under Dream’s fingers and gently pulling back, assisting him with the stretch. Unfortunately, Ponk had failed to notice that he did not have Dream’s attention, the other looking at Michael, not wanting to see the doctor’s reaction to the worsened state of his hand. Because of this, Dream was unprepared for both the touch and the sting, yanking his hand back with a hiss of pain. Ponk let go immediately, hurrying to apologize, but the words choked in his throat when he felt a small hand seize his wrist.

“Are you right-handed or left-handed?”

Ponk sucked in a breath (it wasn’t Sam it wasn’t Sam the hand was too small not as strong it’s not Sam) and locked his muscles in place in order to avoid doing something disastrous like kick Michael away.

“Michael! Let go now!” Ponk had never heard Dream raise his voice at Michael, and it had been a long time since he had heard such fear in his words. The grip vanished immediately as Michael scrambled back, eyes wide and once again tear-filled as he stared at Dream who was on his feet and between the two in the time it took to blink, clawed feet planted wide and ready. 

Trying not to feel too hurt by such an extreme reaction (it wasn’t until later that Ponk realized it had been the first time Michael had been physically aggressive to him; Dream couldn’t be sure how he would take it and was most likely simply erring on the side of caution), Ponk straightened gingerly and edged his chair further back, remaining seated. His wrist ached, and he rubbed it against his chest. Prime, that kid had gotten strong.

“Michael.” Dream’s tone had lowered significantly, reactive panic lessened, but it still held a firm authority. “Apologize to Ponk, and then go wait outside. You promised you would be calm and that wasn’t calm.” He kept his mask pointed unerringly toward the doctor.

Ponk felt a spike of panic as the kid moodily circled a closed fist over his chest in acquiescence. If Michael was separated from Dream after the toddler attempted to protect him, it was almost certain that the piglin would assume his caretaker would be punished on his behalf as soon as the door shut, weeks of patient effort to build trust between both Dream and Michael going to waste due to his own misstep. Ponk knew damn well what Sam had done to his prisoners, and he knew damn well he wasn’t about to let Michael believe he was anything like the Warden. Ponk would not tolerate being grabbed like that again, but punishment could come after bridges had stabilized.

“Apology accepted,” he said quickly. “But you don’t have to go outside. In fact…” Keeping his movements just a touch slower than normal, he slid off the bright yellow stethoscope draped around his neck and offered it to Michael. “Would you like to help?”

Apparently that was a magic phrase because Michael lit up-- but then hesitated, eagerness dampening as he looked from Ponk’s masked face to Dream’s, reaching out to hold the latter’s hand. The hybrid, appearing much more at ease (breathing, steady; stance, no longer defensive; tail-- there. Swaying slightly faster than true calm, but no longer agitated), squeezed the child’s fingers encouragingly.

“If you want to,” he said, as if answering an unspoken question. “It’s fine.”

Permission granted, Michael picked up the stethoscope, somewhat suspicious of the sudden change in the room’s atmosphere, but it wasn’t long before he was eagerly hanging on to every word the doctor said. It was one of the most disorganized appointments Ponk ever had, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it, not when Michael finally looked like the kid he was supposed to be. He was fascinated with listening to Dream’s breathing and strong heartbeat with the stethoscope, and quickly got distracted with placing the smooth disk on every inch of the man he could reach. Ponk then taught Michael how and where to check for a pulse, as well as how to properly apply a bandaid. They wasted quite a few of the brightly colored bandages for practice, most being stuck to a long-suffering Dream. Even his mask didn’t survive unscathed, a lime green patch stuck boldly in the center. Michael then turned to the doctor and with the utmost concentration wrapped a fiery orange one securely around his index finger. Ponk refused to admit just how touched he felt at the honor. 

After Ponk confiscated the box of bandaids from Michael's new mission to cover the entire office in them, he demonstrated the same stretch he had attempted to do for Dream’s hand earlier (making certain the man was prepared this time), as well as a few other of the more mild exercises. It was risky, and Michael did indeed start to become stressed when Dream’s breaths came faster, when his tail lashed the ground in an effort to soothe the pain. But he perked up when, after several long minutes of this, Ponk pointed out how much easier Dream’s hand was flexing, how much firmer his grip.

“Although it hurts, this type of injury needs Dream to move it a lot in order to get better,” he explained to an enraptured Michael. “But too much, or doing it the wrong way, can make it worse. You also always need to take breaks.” He tried not to sound too pointed when he said that. Dream huffed under his breath, staring down at his aching, shivering hand. He didn’t say a word, besides a murmured thanks when Ponk gave Michael a heated pad to place over it. Letting Dream have a few minutes to recover in peace, Ponk kept the toddler’s attention by demonstrating the abbreviated version of brewing health and regen potions, slipping Michael a bit of melon as a treat. He pretended not to notice him sneakily passing some on to Dream.

When Dream’s jaw finally unclenched and his breathing became less deliberate, Ponk guided the two to the scale on the far side of the room, dragging his chair so Michael could stand on it and see the dial. The kid had been weighed before, during a basic check-up soon after he had been rescued, but Ponk had been more focused on making the process as quick and as painless as he could for them both, hurrying to urge the fearful, snappish toddler back to an unconscious Dream’s side. He never had much chance to actually show off the equipment.

Dream obediently stepped onto the scale, for the first time seeming almost self-conscious in Michael's presence. But he hid it quickly, poking Michael in the ribs to make him squeal.

“Look at you, buddy,” he laughed. “Almost as tall as me!”

Michael beamed and Ponk hastily muffled a snort, because even standing on a chair the toddler barely reached the Enderman hybrid’s shoulder. Freaking giraffe of a man. Him and Ranboo both. He stood on the opposite side of the scale from Michael, and pointed at the numbered dashes.

“Michael, see this?” He tapped at the dash that the red marker had swung to when Dream got onto the scale. “This shows how much Dream weighs.” He discreetly wrote the number down in his report.

Michael tapped the glass over the marker as well, then eagerly turned to Dream and held his arms out to be picked up. Dream obliged, and Michael was delighted as the marker immediately swung further to the right. He tapped harder on the glass, giggling when it caused the marker to tremble. His laughter was contagious, and the adults found themselves helpless to resist chuckling along, although Dream’s sounded a touch forced. Ponk considered showing Michael where Dream’s weight should be, to educate him and show them both how much closer to it Dream was than when he started getting treatment, but decided against it. Dream already was having a hard day with his recovery; he didn’t need to see just how much more was needed before he could be considered stably healthy. There were better ways of encouraging him. And proving a point. So instead, Ponk gestured to the hybrid to put Michael back down in the chair, and once the dial resettled, he pointed to another dash on the far left.

“And this…” He tapped the glass like before. “Was his weight when we found you.”

Dream straightened, a soft, sharp intake of breath the only indicator of his surprise. It was one thing to see the numbers slowly (too slowly) creep higher. It was another to see the leap of progress made, in a clear, hard fact.

Michael saw it too, and prodded Dream’s bicep until the other looked over at him, and then thick fingers moved in rapid sign, his smile stretched wider than the one on Dream’s mask.

“Yeah, buddy,” Dream responded verbally, his hands reflecting his words with sign language almost automatically. “I do feel better.” There was a hint of almost wonder to his words.

Michael squealed, the sound much more excited than the previous times he made it. His hands gripped the arm of the chair to balance himself as he bounced in place, near bursting with sudden energy.

“Michael—“ Dream scolded with no heat, hands reaching out to settle the boy, but the toddler had already stilled and was repeating a word in sign over and over, touching his fingertips over his mouth, like someone hiding a smile, before flicking it away into a thumbs up. Dream mirrored the motions, using his other hand to tilt his mask up so Michael could see his grin, see his lips form the words he spoke.

“Better, yes, I feel better.” He suddenly turned his head towards Ponk, who jolted at the abrupt attention. “With many thanks to Ponk.”

Caught off guard by the praise, the doctor could only splutter and stare back blankly. Dream’s shoulders were relaxed, his ears were relaxed, his tail was relaxed— Ponk couldn’t see a tense muscle anywhere. He was being genuine. It didn’t seem too unfair of him to find it surprising.

Dream’s mask was still tilted up, and the smile there was different than the rare few Ponk had seen before; neither broad and warm, nor sickly sweet. It was small, hesitant, like the shy wave a kid would do when they catch the eye of someone across the classroom— someone they wanted to make friends with.

“You can thank me by being less of a stubborn pain in my ass,” Ponk finally responded with a roll of his eyes, the words holding no bite. 

A small wave back. 

~~

Technoblade, standing guard next to the office door, was already looking in Ponk’s direction when the doctor rounded the corner at a brisk trot, his hooved hand slipping from the hilt of his sword.

“You’re a bit late, doc,” he drawled, a question in his raised eyebrow.

“I know, I know,” Ponk gasped out, waving his hand in dismissive irritation. “Fran knocked over a couple of my house plants, and one of them was in a ceramic jar that broke. Had to clean up all of that and make sure she hadn’t hurt herself.”

Techno scoffed. “See, that’s why all my pets stay outside.”

“Bullshit, you let a polar bear in your house all the time.”

“Steve’s not a pet, he’s a friend.”

Ponk rolled his eyes. At the door he gave a brisk knock, waited, then hurried inside.

“Sorry I’m late, I--”

“Dot!”

Ponk cut himself off and stared down at the small piglin child that stood eagerly before him.

“...Pardon?”

“Doc, Michael,” Dream corrected with a chuckle, not moving from his spot in the chair besides giving a lazy wave to Ponk. “Doc. Doctor. Remember?” He took three fingers and tapped the inside of his wrist, on his pulse point. “Doctor.”

Michael dutifully imitated him, frowning in concentration.

“Dot. Dodder. Dodter.”

“Better,” Dream praised warmly. To Ponk, he said, “Michael's been looking forward to coming back here ever since the last appointment. He had a good time.”

A surge of warmth unfurled in Ponk’s chest, and he was glad his ski mask covered everything but his eyes as a pleased smile stretched across his reddening cheeks. Dream grinned knowingly anyway.

Ponk unhooked his yellow stethoscope from the wall, and knelt to be level with the toddler. 

“I’m glad you had fun, Michael,” he said with genuine delight. He offered the stethoscope. “Do you want to help again today?”

Michael nodded so vigorously Ponk worried the boy’s head would fly off his shoulders. “Yes! Yes!”

“Please,” Dream called.

“Peese! Puhleese. Yes, puhleese!”

“Oh my god you’re so cute,” Ponk whispered fervently. He shook himself. “I mean; thank you for your manners. Here.” He handed over the instrument and Michael dashed back to Dream’s side, immediately pressing the disk to his chest. Belatedly he called back, “Thank you!”

Ponk and Dream both laughed. “You’re welcome, Michael,” Ponk said with rare open fondness. The child had made fantastic progress with trusting adults again, and even with the occasional setbacks like the last appointment, both Michael and Dream were without a doubt recovering: slowly, painfully, and sometimes Dream even seemed like he was determined to charge right back down into the pit he was fighting to claw out of, but it was progress all the same.

And it was damn good to see.

[paranoid-spotlight-everest]

So I just had a *great* idea for a meme

Anakin and Padme format I think

Person: so you're a c!dream apologist?

c!dream apologists: I don't agree with his actions or excuse his crimes /srs, but yes.

(how fucked up is it that to like a fictional character you have to go "yeah but I don't support abuse!" I don't even see, say, c!Quackity apologists doing that)

Person: so you want c!dream to have a redemption arc and a happy ending?

c!dream apologists: (currently adding even more trauma in their AU'S)

Yes. Of course. /LIE

ALL OF THE AU'S ARE ANGST

ALL OF THE CONTENT

ANGST

[the-final-sif]

This is adorable!!! The baby goes up!!! He's so happy!!!

Work doodles!

Rival blobs, a Dream XD, dteam children, Dream struggling to write, and Dream with Michael from Convict Childcare AU. And a snazzy axe 

[the-final-sif]

Aaaand my convict childcare au obsession is back ... yay

So, I've been meaning to ask for ages so I guess I will just bite the bullet now. I absolutely love the AU and I'm taking any scraps of lore you would be willing to share (and didn't share so far) but what I remember really wondering about (there is more but this is the first thing I could think of) is that timeline when Karl kills Quackity and Dream revives. Or at least I assume it was Dream, he is the only one who has XD's private number after all.

Why lead Dream to reviving Quackity? What are everyone's, namely Dream's and Quackity's feelings about this? What would Quackity be up to being alive again? Do they ever interact after the revival?

Just as someone who enjoys Quackity as a character I am delighted to see him alive again but I struggle to wrap my head around why? After all the torture, Dream is probably the last person who would want to see Quackity alive isn't he?

I'm really sorry if this had already been addressed and I failed to notice it

Have a nice day <3

I'm not sure if I talked about it on tumblr or not, but I did have a sense of how that went that I think I talked about on discord.

Basically, after c!Karl murdered c!Quackity, c!Sapnap went into a serious depressive slump that did not go unnoticed by other people. It's a really rough time on him emotionally, and it really isn't getting better.

c!Dream by this point already revived c!Ranboo (although hilariously because nobody is really hunting Dream anymore what with Quackity being dead, it takes fucking ages for anyone to realized Ranboo is alive again), so that obligation is complete and his hands are doing a lot better. So making a book isn't as much of a big deal as it was before, and he has more time on his hands. He's also slowly getting caught up on stuff happening around the server.

Additionally, Ranboo has also been able to tell him about how awful limbo was and about how awful the time difference is. So c!Dream doesn't particularly feel good about leaving anyone dead for a long period. Still, he considers Quackity a threat to the commune so he hestiates.

It's when he starts getting reports (first through c!Punz as a mention, then through c!Ponk and c!Foolish when they visit as both of them are in regular contact with c!Bad whose really worried about Sapnap) that he starts seriously considering reviving Quackity. It's a mix of personal morality, wanting Sapnap to be happy despite everything, and on some level wanting to prove that he isn't scared of Quackity.

I think for him, the second part was the real reason he did it, and the last part was how he justified it to himself. It's a form of closure. Of proving that he moved on, that's he's not broken, and that he's not afraid of Quackity.

But mostly, it's about the fact that despite everything, he still loves Sapnap and wants him to happy, no matter the cost to his personally.

[pathetic-dumpling]

actually does anyone want to know about the gentle death au bc ive been super busy with other writing projects for like 6 months but i still want to tell people about it yknow

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A family can be a traumatized 22-year-old war criminal and an (ex-)zombie pig toddler.

Bonus c!Dream w/ mask:

[Convict Childcare AU belongs to @the-final-sif​] [pose reference]

[the-final-sif]

I adore it!! He’s the baby!! Even though he’s entirely unqualified to have the child!! Thank you so much!!

For @the-final-sif's newest au, Convicted childcare!

I hope you like it!

[thekingwhowouldhavebeen]

Michael In Prison

Character List: Michael C!Dream C!Sam C!Quackity

Trigger Warning:

Read at your own risk

-Child Abuse -Child Neglect -Depictions of Torture and Abuse

Note before going into this- I saw the-final-sif’s Convict Childcare au and please note that there is no correlation! I created this AU on the Rainy Weather discord server and only found the child care au today! However, it is really amazing and please please go check it out. I binged reading it all day and its so so good!!!

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This is an Au where the events that led to Sam getting Michael happened a LOT sooner than planned. In his panic of not having anywhere to place Michael, Quackity comes up with the ‘brilliant’ plan of “Why don’t we put Michael in with Dream?”

Lets get into the Au then :D

-Dream is a Dragon Hybrid, specifically an Albino Ender Dragon. He used to have wings, however Sam cut them off after a month or two in the prison due to them being a ‘security risk’ and the amount of times Sam got hit by them. Now, most of his draconic traits are patches of scales, fanged teeth, horns, sharp nails and his vertical-slit pupils. He can also snarl, growl and purr but cannot breathe fire (well he can, but its a huge risk since it can burn him from the inside). He has a lot of draconic instincts as well, and falls into a more ‘feral’ state as his mental health decreases. 

-Michael is of course a baby zombie Piglin, and technically an ‘enemy’ to End Creatures. He used to be terrified of Ranboo when he first met him, but now he doesn’t have the instinct to be afraid of End-Born Creatures. He was found alone in the Nether Wastes by Tubbo and Ranboo, and loves his parents very much.  He cannot speak, both common and Piglin (he’s completely silent), but knows a few signs such as Food/Hungry, More, Tired and a few similar things just so he can start to communicate with his parents. Tubbo and Ranboo are learning to really understand sign first before they start really teaching Michael. 

-Sam originally had Michael in his base, however stuck between guarding the prison, letting Quackity in and out, potentially having to heal Dream and then having to also take care of a high needs child, found that it was much too difficult to juggle everything. Next he puts Michael in one of the jail cells, but then finds that Michael is not doing well since he is a Piglin and needs social interaction. That's when Quackity comes in and says “Why not shove him in with Dream?”

-Sam says no at first, deciding to put more focus on ‘caring’ for Michael, but finds himself growing increasingly frustrated. Michael is constantly terrified of him, crying a lot and Sam gets headaches every time he enters the cell. Then he thinks “Hey, if anything, Dream will kill Michael and put me out of my damn misery...and properly piss off a lot of the server since Michael is MUCH younger than Tommy”. He doesn’t even consider the idea of Dream actually liking Michael.

-About 3 weeks of Michael alone in the cell, he is then transferred to the main prison cell. 

-He is rightly terrified of Dream at first. He had no idea what to expect of this strange person who smelled of blood and stench, or what this person would want from him. So for the first few days, he’s keeping his distance despite shivering and craving contact. It isn’t until Dream makes the first move, asking him if he wants to come over to him with slightly opened arms that gets Michael to throw himself into his arms and being brought into a tight hug. 

-That’s the start of their bond. Dream is giving Michael most of his food, even if its barely enough to keep Dream functioning. Especially since they only seem to be getting a potato each and Dream is giving Michael half of his own potato. Dream keeps Michael warm, and tries his best to entertain him with stories of adventures when he was younger, or pretending to find shapes within the lava. Sometimes if Dream can find the strength to do so, he will sing Michael lullabies when he’s having trouble sleeping.

-Dream teaches Michael proper sign. Wanting to communicate with the little Piglin more now that he finally has company. He knows sign through both Callahan and a desire to be able to communicate with a lot of people (he knows quite a few languages and learning Spanish through the torture sessions with Quackity). Michael is a quick learner, and seems to take Dream’s teachings really well. 

-Once Michael asks what happened to Dream, but Dream just plays it off like “I got hurt, but I am okay now little one”

-Its about a month until Quackity decides he wants to return. Annoyed that Sam has been keeping him from Dream for so long, and says he can handle a stupid Piglin. Plus its just a kid, what could Michael do?

-So he returns, and immediately when Dream realizes as he hears Quackity’s voice, he tells him “We have a new game now, I want you to close your eyes and face that wall okay bud? Put your hands over your ears and I want you to count all the way to 100, if you mess up, start over okay?”

-Of course, Michael listens. He can hear Dream’s urgency, and does what he says. He keeps going, restarting since he still is so young and can barely get to 20 without messing up. He only stops when he feels Dream’s hand on his shoulder to which he opens his eyes and looks at Dream. There seems to be fresh wounds, and Michael can smell the pain radiating off of him. 

-Dream teaches Michael how to sign his name that day, as well as Ranboo’s and Tubbo’s name. Michael then spells out Dream’s name, before signing ‘family’ with a bright white smile. Dream just pulls him close. 

-Quackity comes back every day. Michael only looked back once, and wakes up with squealing nightmares when he dreams of Dream crying as Quackity sliced across his skin. 

-Dream stopped screaming or making noises. He knows that Michael knows something is wrong, but he refuses to let the kid know the extent. Quackity hates it, and deals his frustration out with more grueling and horrifying methods of torture. All to get Dream to scream. 

-Quackity once tried to target Michael. Grabbing him and bringing the knife to just garner some reaction out of Dream. This resulted with Dream’s hands around Quackity’s throat, his claws digging into his neck as he snarled and threatened “Don’t you EVER touch him again”. Sam had to rip Dream off of him and Michael went running to Dream who wrapped himself around him protectively. 

-Dream sometimes purrs when Michael is having a hard time calming down. Michael usually falls asleep when he does so. 

[theminecraftbox]

I always confuse you with @the-final-sif even tho your blogs look absolutely nothing alike. Like, I know you're not the same person, but my brain thinks you're the same person so I always have to double take

I will take this as a resounding compliment :)

(I would die for convict childcare au c!Dream.)