Cross Your Heart & Swear It

Nero Adams aka Charon. part of fortitudehall. Side blog to Thrallttleme.

[youmustswearonit]

[   DJ Cotrona,  gay,  cis male  +  he/him/his,  hyperkinesis   ]  Nero Adams  is  a  forty-two year old miracle vigilante known better as Ranger to the general public. they are most well-known for taking a mark with nothing but a good throw and a dime, but their most adoring fans love them more for their politeness  &  charm personality while their critics have called them  people pleasure  &  yearning. the pageturner previously praised their ability to expertly maneuver his body, which usually shows itself with him using projectiles like knives, as well as his brain making the calculations of angles he has to throw something to cause a snowball effect of actions, and although they don’t really want the attention, reports say that they are often seen Watchdogs patrolling the city from the shadows. god, i just wish they’d launch a capebook page, but i heard they have family they don't want to expose this to!  //:

name : Nero Adams hero alias : Ranger age : 42 gender : cis male sexual orientation : homosexual affiliation : watchdogs faceclaim : dj cotrona positive attribute : polite/ charming/ unassuming negative attribute : people pleaser/ yearning/ suspicious inspirations : black widow, winter soldier, cameron hicks [ alphas ] classpect : thief of void? knight of void maybe??

Powers:

Hyperkinesis: As a hyperkinetic, Nero has full control of his body and reflexes. In addition to that, his mind makes intuitive calculations on angels and positions of his body and the world that interacts with it. This in turn let's Nero have flawless aim, perfect balance, enhanced motor skills as well as perfect sync with his mind and body; thoughts and actions. Nero has honed this connection to have expert precision in projectiles like knives, darts; even mundane things such as coins and paper clips.

Limitations: Nero's precision is based on his sight In order to make optimal use of his abilities, Nero's field of vision must be clear. The more obscured and impaired his vision, the less successful his maneuvers will be.

mini bio:

Nero left hero work after a failed mission working along side the heroes of Halcyon. The mission cost him his wife and kid. Not being satisfied in the red tape and lack of closer and results from the Sovereign Seven, Nero took matters into his own hands and took on the mantle of Ranger. Striking out on his own and taking the opportunity to give others their chance at revenge.

Later on he meets with the other members of Watchdog, using their skills to monitor the city and bring their own brand of justice to the city of Halcyon.

[spektralcastings]

open starter [my first one, be gentle!] location: cassian's place, he's just finished a client for the day and you've just walked in... the door shuts behind the departing client, and the room settles into an uneasy quiet - as if something just finished but hasn't quite stopped echoing yet. all of a sudden, the door creeps open again... and a new arrival enters, lifting his gaze at last.

cassian doesn’t look up immediately. he lets the silence stretch, fingers idly near the planchette around his neck as if it might act as a subtle remind the other of the sheer power he had at his finger tips.

he studies them the way he studies anything unknown: not with suspicion, exactly… but with interest sharp enough to cut.

“wrong timing,” he says lightly

a faint tilt of his head.

“or very deliberate timing. which is it?”

[youmustswearonit]

Nero has been having a hard time after the endless night, there's no question about that. Between the sleepless nights, the horrible flashbacks and his body still recovering from fending off hellspawn for the better half of a month, the hyperkinetic had really wound himself up into a tense ball of mental complexes. Entering through foggy glass door of the therapist's office, Nero felt an unease within him. It's been quite the struggle to loosen hold on his fight or flight instinct, the imaginary lines of trajectories he holds skill over now a mess of uncertainty.

Nero sits himself down on the sofa across from this therapist, this Cassian. He had heard from a former friend, now competitor within the merc sector. Course Nero was nothing like a merc, but it helped having friends in all spectrums of the city's social circles. Cassian was meant to be good. If the way the man was eying him like a meal, Nero hoped their exchanged could remain visual. His mind spun too much, too loud for Nero to feel comfortable anticipating cause and affect. It was something he could easily do, but with the weight of the endless night, it was a phantom limb within Nero's exhausted mind.

Nero stays silent for a while, staring at his hands as though they were meant to answer. "It might be a mix of both. Kind of wished I was able to be seen in better condition."

[youmustswearonit]

open starter uwu location: after image

"Occupied." Nero groans in the tiny room allotted to him for rest. He double checked the route through cameras to be sure no one he knew would be around to pester him. His fatigued mind could only do so much after a city wide supernatural event. Nero groans as he hears someone knocking at the door again. "It's open, what do you want?"

[youmustswearonit]

@halcyonsboys

"Don't go.." Nero grunts lowly form his sheets. He hadn't expected to be in bed during the end of the world. Nero hadn't expected the end of the world when he woke up to begin with. Even so, it seemed like a funny trick of fate to find himself in bed with someone who had wanted him dead not that long ago. What tickled Nero in particular was how the man sharing his bed was meant to be dead by his hand as well. The vigilante's fingers curl against the soft sheets, reaching for the heat of the other man, stopping until his palm feels the warm of the other man's body across his hand.

[astarkey]

D.J. Cotrona in From Dusk Till Dawn On Set - Dusk Returns

[capewiki]

🧪 HONESTY SUNDAY. catalyst's truth serum has leaked into halcyon's water supply, and everyone is now compelled to tell the truth for the next twenty-four hours! PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU WANT TO BE SENT QUESTIONS FOR YOUR MUSE(S) TO ANSWER HONESTLY.

[matterofsurvival]

"I do love when people come runnin'." Alistair chuckled as he kept the door open to the hotel room he had rented for that night. Sure, he had a lovely penthouse in the middle of the city and with a terrific view - but he would never invite someone over for a pillow kissing session. It would start with a couple of heated rounds of fucking, and before he would know it - there would be a bloody second toothbrush in his bathroom. At least in a hotel, he didn't have to worry about waking up next to someone or having the awkward conversation the morning after and kicking someone out. It was impersonal. They were just there to fuck each other's brains out, have a bloody blast, and once all was said and done, take a shower and go home. If Nero wanted to stay the night, he would be more than welcome. The room was paid in full after all. Alistair stepped aside to give Nero the chance to walk into the expensive room. He was already half-naked, just wearing one of those very comfortable and fluffy hotel robes over his dark pants. There was no point in pretending this would be more than what it was. It was sex. Plain and simple. And he did love when an obedient pup came along, more than eager to bend over backwards to please him. Not many had the chance to come back for a second night, let alone a third or a fourth. But Nero knew what he was doing, the sex was amazing, and why not keep someone like him around for times of need? "Be a darlin'." The politician was already closing the door behind Nero, pressing himself against his broad back, letting his lover for the night to feel all the hard places of his body pressed against his own. "Pour us a drink, luv. And then maybe be a very good little boy for me and put on a show as ye' undress, aye? I do love appreciatin' a work of art after all."

@youmustswearonit gets a smoke break

[youmustswearonit]

Nero was no stranger to self destructive habits. Whether or not Smoke was one of them was still up for debate. But with the way the vigilante's eyes scanned across the sliver of skin across Alistair's chest that wasn't covered by his robe, there was definite doubt this couldn't take a turn. His penchant for giving the bad guys a second chance seemed to deal interesting results to say the least. Although, the hyperkinetic would admit to these... men... to being special cases. It was a bit in his nature for his intuition to lead him towards more favorable odds. It made Nero wonder if it was the reason he had the life he had before, his hyperkinetics subconsciously aiming Nero towards a brighter better future. Could he find that again? For now, Nero would take it, take in Smoke, for what it was. A nice face with an even hotter fuck.

Stepping inside, his eyes still looking at the exposed piece of torso like a slice of blue ribbon rib eye, Nero's hands teased against the robe's sash. He gives a playful tug before retreating himself to the empty corner of the pristine and glamorous hotel suite. Retrieving a pair of champagne flutes and its corresponding bottle of bubbly, Nero sets them on the nightstand. The drinks would come eventually, he had to entertain after all.

The muscle shirt that hid nothing under it being the first to go, peeled off and set aside as Nero worked on his belt. His plump and round chest lifted slightly with each breath, excited and impatient as Nero tossed the belt onto the hotel bed. His thumb unbuttons his pants with a quick flick. An even more flashier wave of his hands led to Nero's pants pooled around his ankles and getting kicked off his feet. Returning to the champagne, Nero pours them both a fluteful, walking over to the other man while displaying his bare naked body. "Thought it be a shame to waste the opportunity to give you the perfect drink in the perfect way." He winks.

[zanephillips]

D.J. COTRONA From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series 2.05 "Bondage"

[youmustswearonit]

everything below this point is dubious canon. do not interact with it.

[zanephillips]

D.J. COTRONA From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series 3.02 "La Reina"

[gothamusings-deactivated2024032]

THE MORNING AFTER PROMPTS. a collection of memes derived from the morning after trope, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal (18+). send (reverse) along with any action prompts to swap the assigned roles.

i'm surprised that you stayed.

would you believe me if i said that i don't normally do this?

last night was incredible. i especially liked it when you did the thing.

how long have you been awake?

don't move. i'm comfortable.

what would you say to some breakfast?

i should really go.

i like waking up next to you.

you know, i could go another round. or three.

you look cute first thing in the morning.

i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk today.

what time is it?

i don't think i caught your name.

stop moving.

you talk in your sleep.

you have to leave, right now.

how did my shirt get there?

i'm trying so hard not to kiss you right now.

shut up, i'm trying to sleep.

your feet are cold.

i was worried last night had been a dream.

wanna order food and spoon for a while?

i thought you'd left.

come back to bed.

i didn't want to disturb you.

your phone was ringing.

last night didn't mean anything. you know that, right?

i've been waiting so long for this.

i love you.

kiss. for sender's muse to waken receiver's muse up with a kiss.

spoon. for sender's muse to pull receiver's muse flush against them, spooning them.

breakfast. for sender's muse to bring receiver's muse breakfast in bed.

morning. for our muses to have sleepy, morning sex.

shower. for our muses to shower together.

bathe. for our muses to bathe together.

kitchen. for our muses to prepare breakfast together.

trace. for sender's muse to trace the marks they left on receiver's body.

watch. for sender's muse to just silently watch the receiver's muse as they sleep.

display. for sender's muse to watch as receiver's muse begins to get dressed.

pin. for sender's muse to stop the receiver's muse from leaving the bed.

mouth. for sender's muse to initiate sleepy oral sex on receiver's muse.

[heavenbit]

The simulation painted the world in shades of rust and ash, emergency lighting bleeding red across shattered concrete. Holland moved through it like he was born to it, greatsword carving paths through digital flesh, wings catching air that didn't quite feel real. His body had stopped being his body somewhere around the third wave. Now it was just motion, just purpose. The valkyrie sigils crawled up his forearms like living things, white-hot and insistent, their light bleeding through the thin fabric of his grey cotton shirt. His veins answered them, lit from within, pulsing with each heartbeat. When he caught his reflection in a shattered window, his eyes had gone completely white, pupils drowned. He looked divine. He looked terrifying.

The greatsword took the first enemy high, the second through center mass. He was already spinning toward the third when Nero's voice cut through the chaos. "Your stance is too wide." Holland's next strike stuttered. His foot landed wrong, and suddenly he was seeing it: Nero's hand on his shoulder, heavy and gentle, fingers pressing between his wing joints. Another enemy came at him and he parried half a second too late, sloppy, the kind of sloppy Nero would've stopped the whole simulation for. The ghost-memory of an almost-smile, the single nod, the quiet "Better. Again." Holland swore and drove his blade through the next target with more force than necessary. He had his own students now. He'd graduated. He didn't need Nero's voice in his head anymore. But his greatsword overextended on the next parry. Basic mistake. Freshman-level mistake.

The simulation should've continued another ten minutes. So when everything just stopped, enemies dissolving mid-lunge, the ruined cityscape flickering out to reveal the training facility's sterile walls, his body reacted on pure instinct. He was mid-swing, full commitment, the greatsword already traveling through the arc that would split his target from shoulder to hip. And then there was no target, just a man standing exactly where digital flesh had been. "NERO?!" His wings exploded open, the sound cracking through the facility like a gunshot. He pulled up, pulled hard, muscles screaming as momentum fought correction. The greatsword's edge stopped so close to Nero's shoulder that Holland could see the fabric shifting in the displacement of air. Close enough to see his own reflection in the blade: eyes still blazing white, face twisted with exertion and fear.

For a suspended moment, Holland just hung there, wings beating frantically, chest heaving. His entire body still lit up like a warning system, sigils burning across his skin, veins pulsing visible and luminescent beneath. Every part of him screaming combat while his brain tried desperately to catch up. His boots hit the ground hard. He stumbled, legs shaking, and the glow started to fade from his skin in uneven patches. His eyes bled back to their normal color but the whites were still too bright, pupils blown wide. The greatsword felt suddenly, impossibly heavy.

"What the hell, Nero?" His voice came out destroyed, rougher than he'd ever heard it. He could feel his hands trembling, could feel his wings twitching against his back. The fear hit him then, really hit him. Not clean adrenaline but something nauseating and human. He'd almost killed him. Had come within inches of carving through his mentor, and his body had been ready to do it without question. "You can't just…" He pushed his sweat-soaked hair back with a shaking hand, wings folding tight against his spine. "Do you have any idea how close that was? I could have killed you." The words tasted like copper. He tried to force his breathing back under control, tried to look like something other than a mess of adrenaline and misfiring instincts. But his hands were still shaking. "You taught me better than to interrupt someone mid-drill. Or did you just want to test whether my reaction time was fast enough to not decapitate my former mentor? Because congratulations…" He gestured with the greatsword, still gripped too tight. "You almost got your answer the hard way."

@youmustswearonit

[youmustswearonit]

Patches of their shared digital exercise blinked and peeled around the hyperkinetic as dark sunken eyes looked up at the raised sword and the man wielding it. Catching the glint of the blade above his head, all while his body was too frozen, no; too slow. Even with his ability to maneuver however he wanted, Nero knew if those hands delayed their return or if those alabaster like fingers loosened their grip, Holland's former mentor would have had a lengthy trip to the med bay. The glint shining against Nero's thigh called for the older man's attention, raising the skin on the back of his head as Holland's sword grew closer and closer towards him.

Finger tips graze the divot of the gun's tang, familiarity and muscle memory readies itself as Nero's fingers follow the path down across its grip. The pattern of lines slick and guiding Nero for the dance he was all too familiar with, always performed perfectly. Even on occasions when his mind screamed for hesitate, Nero always hit his mark. Patches of pixels flew past Nero's face as the strong gust of wind that came off of Holland's wings. The strong and sudden burst of force, along was enough to pull Nero out of his trigger happy habit, the curves of the gun's grip trail against his fingertips in reverse.

As the blade was raised and the wings pivoted against the sudden redirection Holland maneuvered himself in, the dark brown eyes on Nero's serious expression filled with wonder, absorbed in the gold luminous fury before him. The adrenaline pumping through him and making the hyperkinetic feel as though everything was slowing the passage of time. Making each curl of Holland's wings seem powerful and intense. The golden light mixed with the dissipating augmented reality around them just so to give Holland an arcing array of pixels, changing hues of rainbow before the indomitable presence of the training lab's default lights over took them.

Nero brought his hand up to shield his eyes from the simulation room's harsh bright default lighting, he winced silently. Even without watching the other, Nero could feel the angry stare coming from the former mentee's eyes. The back of Nero's neck began to crawl once more. With the training lab back to it default visual settings, so was its extrasensory features, that included it's base level cold. Though, Nero was sure of a couple of places on his person that were unaffected by the artificial cold creeping around the two. The wrung out speech of the other man's voice hit Nero's earns, seemed to do the job in draining what warmth remained in the hyperkinetic.

"Sorry." Nero began flatly.

He straighten up his posture, stood up tall, arms cross across his chest and hands curled into fists to prevent any further trigger happy moment near Holland. Mentally, he attempt to recalibrate himself from almost dying. At least the last view he would have been met with would have been breath taking, literally.

"I should have done that differently, I'll admit it." Nero begins to say, exhaling a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He stepped closer to Holland, with his magnificent sword and all; Nero suddenly felt a breath hitch itself in his chest once more. Fuck. He hated seeing him like this. What was worse was this being his doing.

He didn't want to minimize Holland's anger, or worry. Nero would have been pissed too if Holland were to dive directly in front of him while attempting to snipe a prospect target. Pissed. And scared shitless. Nero took another step towards the big greatsword. Its visible heft always seemed even more menacing to Nero when he was face to face with it. Though Nero usually had no issues thanks to it's handler… who was now pointing it's cutting end at him. 'Still a great last view.'

"I came to get you so you could eat something." His eyes trailed up across Holland's glowing veins, a knowing twinkle within his eyes as his mind played back memories of how those inches of skin feel like. "Mess hall? Or I could cook something for you instead."

[youmustswearonit]

whomst: @fortuidousfortitude (magnitude) where: elysium city when: fortitude day

It happened every year, the streets would be swallowed in fanfare, jubilee, and appreciation for Fortitude Hall. The sounds of screeching and footsteps hitting the pavement in quick succession. It was a relief to Nero being able to hear them under positive circumstances for a change. The screeches, laughter from the metropolis children, sat warmly in Nero's ears as he continued his walk along the parading streets of Elysium.

He had spent the day greeting citizens, fans, suits and politicians, anyone who had called out to the hyperkinetic. As the man who was grateful for his position within Fortitude Hall, Nero couldn't say no to them. But as the day began to stretch into the laboring hours of the afternoon, Nero's gut began to remind him of what his habit of people pleasing could cost him. Catching the scent of melted butter and cheese, Nero was besides himself as he scrambled towards the source of the scent. Weaving through the crowd of civilians, Nero could see the pretzel stand just out of reach, the starchy knots of salted baked bread displayed gracefully under heat lamps. As he took his next step, Nero feels a large shoulder knocking into him. The next thing he knew, his back was on the floor and the shadowy figure of the stranger's silhouette filled his vision.

[youmustswearonit]

whomst: @psivn where: random coffee shop when: xmas season n.n

"After being here for years, I think I finally found the best coffee in town." Nero began to say, patting the Sannaran on the shoulder as he accompanied him for a walk across the Fortitude Hall campus. Winter had finally arrived at Elysium City, and with it the feeling of Jack Frost nipping at noses and the gentle flurry of snow blanketing city goers' paths. More importantly, it provided a day for Nero to show off his favorite spots to get a warm cup of coffee with his chums. He wasn't sure if Zhartan had consumed anything with caffeine before, much less something that looked like it could dissolve a tooth by sight alone like the caramel blue winter cappuccino Nero managed to order for them.

Sitting himself at a booth, Nero watched in anticipation as he placed the drink in front of the Sannaran, the smell of mint and coffee beans rising to meet the white steam dancing over their cups.

[youmustswearonit]

whomst: @heavenbit where: elysium city, a fair? when: fortitude day

"Did you want the big blue one? Or the big red one? I can get them both you know. Your daddy's got a really good curve ball." Nero chuckled, bringing his daughter to sit over his shoulders. Deciding to make the most of Fortitude Day, Nero brought along his daughter for the celebrations. It was a joyful time that filled Nero with pride in what he did within Fortitude, even more so as he watches his daughter catch a sliver of confetti that floated towards her. At times he had to wonder if she would inherit far too much of himself. Watching her hand in the air, waving the piece of confetti in triumph, Nero thinks if the town might celebrate her as well in the Fortitude Days to come.

"Oh, hey! Vita, look who it is!" Nero bounces the child on his shoulders playfully as a familiar face catches his eyes. The familiar face of his former mentee appearing more notable amongst the carnival crowd. "Happy Fortitude Day, Holls. You win any of these yet?" He chimes at him, tossing a metal ring effortlessly a top a wooden dowel of the carnival game beside him, Vita giggling cheerfully above.

[bruscled]

Esteban Coach (estebancoach)

[zanephillips]

D.J. COTRONA From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series 2.05 "Bondage"