#idoomed

how exactly does it work? is it like a mask, like something he can remove at will, DOES HE EVEN ACTUALLY HAVEA FACE?? if so will it ever be revealed...

All Avians tend to molt- as a peacock Itrapped loses all his feathers and is left with kind of a ruffled stump where his tailbone ends.

Feeedd Idoom for the pride month

Oh my god I'm a fucking moron.

I've had his ref done for AGES but I didn't post it because I was immediately sidetracked by Idoomed.

Godamnit. The gays. They got my ass.

Anyways here's Doombringer- Bull Satyr, GIANT of a man, corrupted sense of justice.

This is the Ex-Admin who supposedly staged a coup against Builderman himself, during the era of when the headhancho was doubting if banning hackers was a nessicary evil, as they were often the most creative- and brought great innovation with them...Doom didn't like this though- and after his attack failed, he was locked up in the Banlands- an experience he once ruled over with an iron fist and Darkheart in hand- now chained and imprisoned within it in so many locks and codes- only a hacker the likes of which he and them mutually despised with incredible skill and the Darkheart itself could get through that...Oh, wait. :)

Oh hey- I guess now is a chance to try this out. You guys like fics? I'm also a bit of a writer in my free tiiiiiiime~

A Bird and His Cage - (Idoomed)

“He’s with me,” Itrapped said, each word deliberate.

The room went quiet. The hacker's den has never in it's life been silent- even with Caleb and Ellernate out of commission for a year, it was clear from the mess that littered the floor, that Itrapped had not wasted a second of every night, even with Chance, to not make plans upon plans to free his friends from the Banlands one day.

But right now, the room was stark silent-

You could HEAR the hum of the holographic maps that displayed on the walls- a noise Caleb had spent days on trying to get as quiet as possible before his imprisonment.

Ellernate didn’t lower his weapon- not completely- but he dropped his voice.

“With you?” He repeated. “That… thing staged a coup against the admins- his partners, and nearly won. He’s worse than you are.”

“Isn’t he just?” Itrapped murmured, not even bothering to correct his friend that the incident in question was merely hearsay- Doom didn't even make it past the first floor of the HQ before he was sent to max security in the Banlands of all places- finally unfastening his cloak and draping it over the back of the couch. “But he’s mine for now.”

Doom’s grin widened at that.

“Yours, eh?” he said softly, stepping past the stiff Caleb and Ellernate, dropping himself heavily onto one end of the couch. “You hear that, rats? I belong to your prince. Best remember it.”

Caleb muttered something under his breath that sounded especially like a curse and a muttered "m' not a fucking rat", but slunk back into his seat.

Ellernate blinked between him and Doom, then wisely decided not to press further. Afterall- Itrapped had freed them from the Banlands- and the three of them had far more pressing matters to celebrate and rectify then judge the ice prince's choice of helpers to their cause.

Like planning their next big gig now that Itrapped basically held a get-out-of-jail-free card in the form of the Banlands key.

Or PARTYING TILL THE SUN ROSE UP!!!

As the two hackers, freshly freed from imprisonment poured themself huge glasses of soda, and loaded their plates with food so greasy it could kill them to make up for all the time they wasted while gone-

Doom stretched himself out across the couch like he owned it, one arm draped over the back, idly tracing the script patterns etched into the cushions of the dinky little thing that threatened to give out under the bull's massive body, and Itrapped sat at the other end, crown set neatly on the armrest beside him, his cloak folded in his lap.

And for the first time in the literal year he had spent playing babysitter for a spoiled, idiotic gambler, to freeing his friends from what was essentially hell, he actually… relaxed.

Just a little.

Not that Doom made it easy.

Every now and then, the false knight’s gaze would wander down the couch to him, red eyes glinting faintly in the dim lights that bounced off the small hacker den.

“Nice little burrow you’ve got here, prince.”

He said at one point, voice low. Itrapped had told him to keep it down- since when he freed him, his voice was BOOMING from the centuries he had spent locked up.

The prince didn’t look at him.

“It’s a home. Not a burrow.”

“Mm. Feels like a burrow. Cozy. Cramped. Full of rats. Not just these two either, right?”

Itrapped’s tail lashed once behind him. The ex-admin had been imprisoned because of a coup that he led against THE Builderman- because the old man wasn't doing his job and getting rid of every hacker he knew about.

Doombringer stood for justice, a warped sense of justice apparently, since despite all this....he was still following Itrapped around. Sure the Ice Prince had the bull's sword now, but Darkheart had made it perfectly clear she'd be wielded by either of them.

So sue him for thinking that bringing him into the heart of their operations here- where hundreds of hackers like himself met and discussed gigs all the time- wasn't that awful of a concept.

“And yet you’re still here,” the peacock replied softly.

That earned him a quiet, dark laugh from Doom.

“Still here,” he agreed. “Because you’re here.”

And then, as if to punctuate it, the brute reached over with one hand and hooked Itrapped around the waist again, hauling him up onto his lap like he was nothing more than a doll.

Itrapped let out a sharp breath, back stiffening, relaxation interrupted, his claws digging into Doom’s arm with a vice grip.

Caleb and Ellernate pointedly avoided looking at the two, focusing on their own conversation, though Caleb seemed a might more disgusted as Ellernate grinned a bit too hard- those assholes.

“I am not a decoration,” he hissed.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Doom rumbled, settling him neatly on one massive thigh, his hands heavily rested upon yellow hips. “Sit still, sheath.”

Itrapped’s head tilted slightly, chilling blue eyes flashing through the void that covered his face.

But he didn’t move.

He stayed there, feathers pooling around him, braid slipping forward over his shoulder, crown missing, cloak astray.- a perfect little royal perched atop his knight’s lap.

The thought that he could simply get up and walk away crossed his mind briefly.

But he didn’t. Like a bird in a cage.

And the fact that he didn’t was a quiet, ugly little truth that sat between them in the dark like a third presence neither of them wanted to name.

As it turns out- partying and planning all night wasn't an option when Ellernate and Caleb had passed out within hours in different corners of the room, brains utterly exhausted from the likely adrenalin crash of granted freedom.

Doom still hadn’t let him go. Itrapped sat where he’d been placed.

Awake.

“Go to sleep, prince,”

Doom murmured, his voice, the low voice Itrapped had told him to use, was lazy now, rattling with exhaustion of his own. It rumbled through the peacock's feathers, like his own personal earthquake.

“You go to sleep,”

Itrapped shot back softly, though there was no real venom in it anymore. he didn't have it in him at this point in the night.

Doom huffed a quiet laugh.

“Not yet. Someone has to keep watch. Better the Admin who doesn't need it.”

"Ex-admin."

"Close your eyes, Birdie." Came the strained heavy reply, instantly, short, dangerous.

Itrapped reluctantly listened, closing his eyes behind his mask and allowing himself to lean the smallest fraction of his weight against the broad, solid warmth beneath him.

It was a terrible idea, he knew.

Allowing himself to be trapped here in his own home by hands twice his size and weight, by a force of incomparable power.