#if it isn't obvious they used to do this A LOT before his recapture!

[honeycollectswhump]

Warmth

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it doesn't look like it but this is a comfy drabble, i promise!! the inspo (and wish for some comfort) is from @whumpcloud. you've read this already but here <3

CW: dehumanisation, abandonment issues, pet whump, self-loathing

It is still dark outside when Mutt wakes up, drenched in sweat, panting from memories that haunt his brain. A moment later, he realises what woke him up, as the night sky is lit up by a flash of lightning, a growling thunder following only moments later. Mutt can feel the rumbling deep down in his bones, making him shiver. 

He had been locked outside once during a thunderstorm, the punishment still fresh in his mind. Bound and gagged, of course, so he couldn’t draw attention to himself with his pathetic whimpering and keening.

There had been rain and hail, soaking him to the bone, making the Mutt even more susceptible to the unforgiving cold seeping into his joints. He had wanted nothing more than a shred of his old Master’s mercy, as the thunder rolled over him. 

Mutt shakes his head to rid himself of the memories, his fingers twitching. He won’t be able to fall back asleep, he knows, but he needs to be fit enough to serve his Master in the morning!

Almost on auto-pilot, Mutt gets out of bed. He has to be careful when standing up, his mangled legs still struggling to hold him up. When he walks to his door, he no longer avoids stepping on the rug. 

Aimlessly, he wanders onto the dim corridor, the old wood creaking under his irregular and heavy steps. Mutt tries not to be too loud, lest he wakes Master up. Fatigue tugs at his eyelids, making them droop, and his stroll does little to clear his muddy mind. He stumbles around, losing time.

Suddenly, he feels something cold and hard and when his eyes focus again, he is holding the handle to his Master’s bedroom in his ruined hand, the door already opened a crack. Just barely, he can see the sleeping form of his Master, curled up under the covers, her hands loosely clasped together in front of her face and oh–

He is Atlas now, isn’t he?

As if in a trance, Atlas enters her room, still not quite here, not quite there. Something pulls him forwards, a pressure getting stronger with each step, like a moth fluttering towards the light. He forces himself to stop a couple of steps away from her, ignoring how empty it makes him feel.

Hasn’t she given enough for him? Must he now also take her sleep? Her rest?

Atlas forces his mind to blank and himself to stop, to turn around as silently as possible. She needs her rest for all the troubles he’ll inevitably bring her in the morning, when he can’t get a hold of himself, can’t do the things a human is supposed to do. He can’t keep taking and taking and taking from her, but some part of him craves her presence so much and he despises himself for it. Maybe he will never be anything but a Pet but for some reason he can’t place, that seems so intrinsically connected to his very being, he only feels whole when he’s with her. 

For a moment, he is outside again, chained and gagged in the freezing rain, thoroughly unwanted. This time, it is Atlas who holds the key, dangling it just out of reach from his desperate self. He understands his old Master now, he thinks, understands why he locked a creature like him out. It is only right. 

Before he can take another step, he hears a sleepy groan right behind him, freezing up. Atlas fears looking around, fears seeing Master’s hateful gaze, even though he can’t conjure up a fitting image, no matter how hard he tries. He still does –of course he does– his breath catching in his throat. 

With her eyes still closed, Aveline has lifted one arm to hold her blanket up, as if inviting him in. Like a man dying of thirst discovering a miracle oasis, Atlas stumbles closer. It seems too good to be true and if there is one thing he has learned, it’s that no good ever befalls a Pet like him. Still, he wants to hope.

“For me?” Atlas croaks into the dark, as hushed as his damaged vocal cords allow him. 

Her response is nothing more than a drowsy mhm and a light, lazy gesture with her hand. Hesitantly, Atlas steps closer. He shouldn’t know how this goes, should be overwhelmed with the very real possibility of doing this wrong and subsequently being thrown out. But he isn’t.

The movements feel like second nature, even as he navigates his bulky frame first onto her bed and then into the embrace of the much smaller woman. Atlas doesn’t have to think, his body moves on its own, which is undoubtedly a good thing because if he allowed himself to process what he was doing, he’d surely panic. 

As he lays down on his side, Aveline lowers her arm to cover him with the blanket too, then settles it over the side of his chest. It should be the worst crime a Pet like him could commit, to lay his head on her soft pillow, to curl up against her warm body, to feel her snuggle up against his marred back. But for some reason, it doesn’t feel like a crime. It just feels like home. 

Atlas deflates in her arms, sighing. Her touch is tender, not restricting, tethering Atlas to this world, as sobs start to build up in his chest against his will. If he cries now, he will surely ruin the best thing his life has ever allowed him. 

Maybe this is a dream and tomorrow he will wake up alone in his own bed but none of that matters in this moment. Unconsciously, his crooked hand searches for hers, clinging to it. Aveline squeezes it back, as a couple of stray silent tears start to escape his eyes.

Her body is warm and she holds him tight. Atlas can feel her resting her head softly against the nape of his neck, whispering that Everything is going to be alright.

Atlas sniffles, his tears soaking into the pillow. They lay like that for a while, Aveline’s thumb stroking soothingly over the back of his hand, careful with the raised scar tissue.

Pets like him aren’t made for this kind of comfort, this all-encompassing warmth; her kindness feels like an unbelievable gift. He’d do anything for her, Atlas decides, as his eyes grow heavy and start to slip close. He can’t hear the harsh thunder anymore, can’t feel the cold rain.

Atlas knows he doesn’t deserve it, even as he falls asleep, but–

He wishes someone had been this kind to him before.

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Milk Swap

My grandpa was a weird guy. We only saw him during the holidays because he lived far away, and was always moody when he visited. My grandma died before I was born, and he never remarried, so my parents were always wondering if he was lonely. He never talked about his feelings though, so I hoped he was fine. But his attitude changed after I went to college. He seemed much more interested in me and asked lots of questions, like if I play any sports or who my friends are.

Now we just found out that he bought a cabin in the woods for the summer, and surprisingly he wants me (and only me) to visit for a week. This, plus the fact that he seemed so curious, makes me think he wants to recapture his youth or something. I bet he wants to do some "manly" things, like fishing and hunting, even though he knows I'm not into those things. I do work out though; maybe he wants to learn my workout routine? He's not exactly a thin guy so that might be it. Overall, I'm not really looking forward to it; I doubt there's any wifi over there! I guess I should show him SOME pity; maybe he really is just lonely.

I didn’t have my own car so my dad dropped me off at the cabin. I knocked on the door and after a few seconds my grandpa, wearing a white tank top and boxers, appeared. I've never seen him this underdressed before so it was pretty gross! His man tits were so obvious in the tight shirt; his nipples were straining themselves against the fabric. His belly hung below his boxers, but was concealed by the shirt he had tucked in. He was also barefoot. Man, if he wants to workout, he's got a long way to go.

"Hey Grandpa," I said casually.

"Hey! Well if it isn't Devon! How are you?"

"I'm good."

"Well come in! Make yourself at home." My dad waved goodbye to us.

"I'll see you two in a week. Bye Devon! Bye Dad!" We waved back.

"Well I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow so would you like to play cards?" Of course he would want to do something boring like that.

"No thanks, I'm going to see if I can get a wifi signal."

"Ohh…well ok. We can have more fun tomorrow anyway." I tried to connect, but there was absolutely no signal. Guess I'm stuck for a week without fun. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water before heading to bed when I found my grandpa sitting at the table drinking a glass of milk.

"Hey bud! Did you want some warm milk? It helps you sleep." I guess milk works too. I took the glass he poured for me and drank it. It tasted weird.

"Is this milk expired or something? Tastes funny."

"Oh no not at all. It's just the brand I get." He seemed really quick to reply, but I was tired so I headed to the guest room and found the bed I'd be sleeping on. I didn't bother changing my black tank top, so I slipped into some comfier sweatpants, and plopped on the bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. I tried to get up but felt extremely groggy, like I was having a hangover. It was pitch black in the bedroom so that was even more disorienting. Somehow I found my way to the door, which I could've sworn was on the other side of the wall, and walked through the hallway into the bathroom. Man, I must be really out of it right now; It feels like my chest is swaying back and forth or something. The bathroom was thankfully lit up a little, because my eyes would probably start burning if I turned the lights on suddenly. I walked over to the toilet and grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants…only it wasn't my sweatpants. What I grabbed I could feel…and it felt like it was part of me. Freaking out, I turned the lights on and looked in the mirror. What the fuck happened to me?! I-I'm my grandpa! I turned into my grandpa!

I leaned forward and stared at my grandpa's face, which was making a horrified expression. I was definitely balding, judging by the receding hairline. I touched the back of my head and felt a smooth bald patch, confirming my suspicions. This is nuts; I had a full head of hair before this! I rubbed my hand around my new goatee. I leaned back and gazed down at my body, appalled at how big I looked. I stared back into the mirror and started feeling myself around, touching my chest. I realized I now had man tits that were so tight-fitting against the fabric of my white tank top. It felt like they were struggling to break free. I was terrified at what it looked like underneath but was deadly curious so I pulled off my shirt. No fucking way. They're huge! I hesitated for a moment, but touched one. It was…squishy, unlike the pecs I was used to. I grabbed the whole thing and squashed it with my hands, doing the same with the other. I grazed my hands further down my body, through the unfamiliar chest hairs, and squeezed the unfamiliar fat rolls.

I can't believe this. I'm fat! Not only that, but I'm my own grandpa! What is going on? I needed answers so I put my shirt back on, struggling to compress my blubber once again, and moved through the hallway. I turned the lights on, and searched the guest room but he was nowhere to be found. It was then I heard voices coming from a door in the hallway. I thought that was just a closet? I opened it to find a fetish playroom of sorts along with a guy around my age wearing leather briefs, a harness and wristbands.

"Hey who are you?" I asked.

"Hey! It's a long story. You'll understand in a sec." The door to another hidden room opened and there stood another guy my age…wait that's me!

"G-grandpa?"

"Yep it's me bud."

"What's going on?"

"I'm borrowing your body for a bit."

"What? Why?"

"Well…what do you think?" The other guy replied.

"Wait, you're gay? Well whatever, you still can't violate my body like this!"

"Relax bud. We're wearing protection."

"Not that, you're literally using my body!"

"It's ok! I'll give it back after a week. Just like Todd here is doing with his grandson." I stared at the young guy. He wasn't really my age, he was old!

"That's not fair. I want my body back!"

"Hey, hey! It's not like you'll see anyone. And besides…that potion I gave you lasts a week so there really is no way out."

"Oh god…"

"Relax, it's not so bad being me. Have you ever sucked your own nipples before? I bet you haven't! Now's your chance!" The thought of that grossed me out…but yet sounded so intriguing.

"I…guess."

"Good! Now leave us to our fun!" He walked over to Todd. "Hey Todd, check out my abs!"

"Well hey there sexy." Todd started kissing me - I mean my grandpa - as I walked out. Gross.

Well looks like I'm stuck like this for a whole week. If it weren't for this tank top keeping everything in place, I'd be jiggling all around…which actually doesn't sound so bad. Shit, I'm not getting hard am I? I'm in my grandpa's fat jiggly body and I'm getting hard? I reached underneath my fat rolls and into my boxers to feel a hardened cock. Guess I'll have to do something about this. I stepped into the bathroom and looked at myself once again. I realized my grandpa was actually not that bad looking. I took my shirt off once again, and grasped my moobs. I jiggled them a bit and glanced at my nipples. Without hesitation, I held one up to my mouth, surprised at how far it could stretch, and started licking it. Oh god…that feels amazing. I took the other one and started sucking.

Man…this is what I’ve been missing my whole life. I started jerking, while licking and sucking both moobs, until I was ready to release. I headed into the shower to let out my load, and was surprised at how far it squirted. I guess I could get used to this. A whole week doesn’t sound so bad anymore…

[the-final-sif]

So I just did a massive read through of your Convict Childcare and I have a few questions. 1: What's Michael and Punz's relationship? I'd assume he'd be able to glean that Dream trusts Punz and therefore he trusts him, but how those Punz feel about it? 2: How exactly did Sam end up accidentally killing Ranboo. Techno happened to be looking at the prison when Sam took him, so I'd imagine it happened inside the walls but exactly how? 3: What's the list of who thinks Sam killed on his own and who thinks Dream forced Sam too?

- Anon Z

Ahh, Michael and c!Punz!

It takes awhile for the two of them to met. c!Punz is wary about accidentally exposing c!Dream to any danger, and c!Techno is extremely protective over Dream (and still believes that Punz betrayed Dream, hence no longer being trustworthy). But eventually, once Punz is able to met up with Dream, he gets introduced to Michael quickly.

Michael is able to pick up on Punz being a safe person from Dream, and he just thinks Punz is neat! Punz is surprised at first, but once he hears about what happened, he's like 'yeah, that tracks'. Punz knows Dream well after all, knows how deeply he cares about people and how much he would give to keep them safe. Likewise, Punz takes to Michael easily, and thinks the kid is fun. He'd absolutely throw down to protect the child, and becomes way more obvious about his allegiance being with Dream & the Syndicate.

Since Techno still doesn't trust Punz for awhile, and that gets confusing for Michael. Dream obviously trusts and feels comfortable with Punz, but Techno doesn't? Michael isn't sure what to make of that, but ultimately goes with trusting Dream. He also thinks Punz is a lot of fun, and that helps a lot.

As for c!Sam, well. Honestly, it'd probably be something stupid. c!Ranboo moved weirdly and c!Sam wasn't thinking and reacted with his axe. Ranboo had no armor on, and Sam happened to get a crit. Then the death just happened to be canon. It wasn't intentional. It was utter carelessness.

I've broken down the list before, but very roughly, you've got:

Syndicate, c!Ponk, c!Punz, c!Foolish, and c!Tubbo in the firm camp of "c!Sam kidnapped c!Dream and Michael, and he killed c!Ranboo of his own free will."

c!Bad, and c!Antfrost are in the place of "We were literally prison guards and saw c!Dream's conditions. There's absolutely no chance he had the mental or physical capacity to kidnap anyone or force Sam to do anything. Neither of us want to think the worst of Sam, but like, it sure as hell wasn't Dream."

c!Quackity knows it was Sam, but he's lying and convinced most of the rest of the server that Dream kidnapped Sam/Michael and needs to be recaptured.

There's a handful of people such as c!Michael or c!Tina who don't really believe Quackity, but stay out of things for the most part.

c!Purpled doesn't really care about any of this, other then absolutely fucking Quackity over whenever he gets the chance. So he does help the Syndicate every so often, but it's very much so just because he wants to cause problems. Like when he and c!Tubbo blow up Las Nevadas