#‧₊˚ ⚡︎ . headcanon.

[thethndr]

the idea that racers don't have headlights AT ALL just seems bizarre to me in general, like in terms of worldbuilding and not referring to real-life racing. because does that actually suggest that racers never go anywhere past dusk? do they need to bribe their haulers if they want to go out just to get a drink or something? lightning got headlights in cars 2 so what's like... stopping everyone else from having them if they don't have any actual ill-effect on racing.

also on that note I genuinely don't see why chick WOULDN'T have gotten headlights after retiring from racing. I know he obviously doesn't have them in cars 3 but it's just bizarre to me because it suggests that he either values the rsn and 86 plates over headlights (very probable lol) OR he's an old grandpa car that won't go out after 5 pm (less probable because he's definitely a party guy regardless of age). either way I think I'm headcanoning that he gets headlights regardless because it just makes more sense to me.

[zeusraynar]

⸤ ⚡ ⸣ ⸻ MY PATIENCE IS WANING. IS THIS ENTERTAINING?

Headcanons de Raynar Hornsby sobre o Fechamento da Fenda.

Raynar descobria, mais uma vez, que era possível, sim, odiar mais os deuses. Mais segredos, mais esquemas por baixo dos panos, mais uma vez sendo usados de peças no jogo de tabuleiro. Em nome da experiência de três dias como porquinho-da-índia (no passado!), a expressão mais visível em seu rosto era de descontentamento. As imagens projetadas pela deusa alimentando o ódio antigo, atiçando as brasas baixas (mas nunca apagadas). É verdade que passou pela sua cabeça, fugazmente, a ideia de acabar logo ali em forma de sacrifício. Mas ele é um semideus civilizado!

Comeu tudo o que pode e foi direto para o quarto dormir, já sabendo que não teria chance disso assim que pisasse para fora da ilha. P.S.: Saiu com 10 minutos de antecedência, literalmente após acordar.

O filho de Zeus não participa dos patrulheiros por não saber acatar às ordens prontamente. Seu temperamento preza mais a independência e livra-arbítrio do que desperdiçar confiança em quem não tinha sua mesma experiência. Posicionou-se próximo ao melhor amigo com a espada longa fincada no chão entre os pés. Raynar olhou para os rostos dos filhos de Hécate quando começaram a cantar, mas focou num exclusivo (e achou ter distinguido a voz dela entre as demais).

Qualquer barulho alto perturbava Raynar e isso não ajudava em nada seu humor decadente. Por quê? Quando o primeiro monstro saiu, nada. Sua presença, o brilho da espada, a proximidade... Nada. Não causava reação alguma e ela passou ao lado, atacando outros semideuses. Ofendidíssimo, fez estalar um raio que sequer fez cócegas no monstro. Bom, ele tinha acreditado na filha de Atena sobre não ser real, só não achava que fosse tão imediato assim o efeito. A Hidra parecia um carro alegórico, desfilando e estalando a mandíbula para todo mundo, menos ele. Ei, eu estou aqui!

Três, sete, quinze traidores, tanto faz. O encantamento acabaria com esse domínio de Hécate e a fenda esquisita fecharia por fim. A magia perturbava, deixava tudo estranho, mas ele... Ele precisava confiar nos semideuses.

Dito isso, após se recuperar da ofensa, Raynar focou seus esforços do mesmo jeito que tinha feito no Bailo dos deuses do amor. Defendendo aqueles que ainda sofriam com os efeitos dos monstros ilusórios. Colocando-os em locais seguros, girando a espada para abrir espaço. E, mesmo assim, ele queria gritar quando os monstros perdiam o interesse depois do salvamento daquele semideus em particular.

Raynar ficou a espada e as duas partes da lança com força no chão perto de si, bem espaçadas. Por quê? Ele ficava a mão no chão como âncora e puxava semideuses para agarrar naqueles pontos mais seguros. Sua força hercúlea deixando o trabalho bem fácil, devo dizer. Escondeu o rosto tarde demais e a poeira irritou os olhos, deixando difícil apreciar a poeira mais bonita e verde no céu.

Em momento nenhum ele deixou de acompanhar seus irmãos e amigos com os olhos. Não ia ao encontro porque eles sabiam se defender. Só que não impedia de se preocupar. Como conselheiro, e ridiculamente destoante dos demais em altura, juntou rapidamente os irmãos e fez a complexa contagem até 3. Todos ali. Assim como quem tinha conquistado um olhar de procura pela multidão. Só 'relaxou' quando achou a cor preferida nas íris dela.

Raynar manteve o pensamento para si sobre: é inútil gritar e escavar o chão. Julgando só um pouquinho os revoltados e emocionados demais. O melhor plano seria abrir as defesas do acampamento e marcharem para o Hades, mas hey prioridades e primeiros cuidados. Voluntariou-se para transportar os feridos e montar mais macas na enfermaria.

@silencehq e @hefestotv

[giggly-squiggily]

Not sure if this fits because it applies to a Pokemon not a person, but! I’ve been on an alola kick lately-specifically fixating on the ultra beasts-and I feel like xurkitrees long spindly fingers would be perfect for tickling! That and since it’s….everything is so long, it’s easy to grab the ticklee and hold them tight! (In a nice way, of course) -⚡️

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

Gonna be 100% real...I forgot what Xurkitree was karkjakjre But then I looked it up and said "Look, my favorite Ultra Beast!" and got really excited! :D This is so freaking cute! I've gotcha covered friend!

When you first heard of the Ultra Beast- you were scared. The name alone sent shivers down your spine, and after seeing what happened to Lusamine; your fear only increased.

That was until you came across Xurkitree anyway.

Now you were left there wondering what exactly you were afraid of.

“Look at you go, wiggling.” You giggled as the pokemon swayed in place; every limb shimmying like waves. It was rather mesmerizing, watching the beast move. It reminded you of those sensory videos for baby pokemon that went on the rage a few months back.

“Zzzt?” He buzzed, turning it’s gaze to you as you watched on. After a moment, he walked over to you, pulling at your hands and bringing you to your feet. “Zzzt! Zzzt!”

“Oh? I’m not much of a dancer, really.” You laughed and tried to step back, but the beast was strong. Soon your arms were being gently pulled, mimicking its own wiggly limbs as the beast hummed in glee.

“Okay okay.” You laughed, giving in and dancing with it properly. Swinging each other around, you waltzed with your pokemon, giggling as it buzzed. There wasn’t any music, but that was fine. You imagined a tune and tried your best to lead- pulling Xurkitree closer to you like they did in the movies.

“Zzzt?” Curious of your actions, Xurkitree pulled you in before you could react, grabbing onto your sides with its long spidery…wires?

THe name didn’t matter. What did matter was you were suddenly being tickled!

“Ah! Aheahhahhaa! H-Hold on now! Yoohhou’re tiiihihckling mehehehe!” You cried out, giggling helplessly as your pokemon grabbed at your waist, struggling to find a hold. The words made it pause, interested.

“Bzzt?” It pressed in more, tilting its zapping head as you squealed and squirmed in its grip. “Bzzt! Bzzzzt!” The pokemon cheered, carrying on tickling you and making you dance in its arms.

“Nohoohohoho! Nohohohoho dohohohohon’t! Aheahhaahhahahahha!” You shrieked in mirth, getting swept off your feet as it carried on gently tickling you. Your dance continued, only this time Xurkitree lead- scribbling into your ribs with its wiry fingers.

That day- you inadvertently taught your new Ultra Beast how to use “Tickle”.

[nsfwphightinghcs]

hii im back no time no see was busy with irl stuff,,, finally back tho yay. anyways I think that Slingshot and his co-workers (Shuri and Vine) has sold nudes of themselves before in the past when their cafe was only opened and barely anyone visited them. they all had extreme money and bill problems because of no customers so the only thing they had to do is to open up only fans accounts and start selling newds and freaky content of themselves. Shuri and Sling def sold the most naughtiest pics of themselves. O_0 they all would also post spicy group pics of themselves occasionally. would buy all of those pics tho!

-⚡

🩷~

[aloyxtilda]

Please give me all the Tilda headcanons you have. Wait, wait. I'm worried what you just heard was, 'give me a lot of Tilda headcanons'. What I said was, 'Give me all the Tilda headcanons you have'. 🤗

Okay now that I had some time to think on this one, I can answer. Haha. Sorry it took me a bit. But I have a lot of Tilda Headcanons. 😅🌹

Tilda is a hopeless romantic who would do anything for love.

She grew up wanting to be like the masterful artists she admires but wasn't gifted with the talent to do so.

She sometimes plays piano but isn't as good as she wants to be.

When her and Lis were together, after dinner, she would play piano for Lis on quiet, relaxing afternoons over a glass of wine.

She loves to watch independent films from her time that are dramatic, romantic and full of emotion. In which she secretly cries over with a box of dutch chocolates by her side.

She wishes she learned how to cook but never could bring herself to do it.

Tilda would have taught Art History at a famous university but went off to become a spy and data broker. (Can we imagine Tilda as a professor?) 🔥🌹

I feel Tilda would have admired her dad if he survived and wanted to be like him.

Her favorite colors are royal blue and purple but prefers to wear white.

She is a minimalist but secretly hoards art.

I believe Tilda was a Zenith way before she met Lis during the time Peter was the original founder. She really looked up to his ideas of immortality, advancing humanity and traveling the stars.

She quietly loves to read romantic poetry with her favorite bottle of wine.

As a child in boarding school she would sneak outside at night to look at the stars and imagine a place free from her lonely, dark prison.

At school, other girls knew Tilda was a lesbian and picked on her for it but secretly crushed on her. However, her beauty and quiet personality intimidated them.

Tilda admired her strict disciplinary guardian at boarding school but dreaded the woman at the same time. However was inspired by her dominance and control. Which she later implemented and mimicked that behavior into her adult life, using it to gain respect with the powerful and wealthy elites.

Tilda is a fashionista. Wore top high fashion everywhere and anywhere.

She is mostly an introvert who gets burnt out by people very quickly.

Before her parents died, Tilda was a loving and kind little girl with big dreams who looked up to her dad and loved life.

After her parents died, Tilda closed herself off to people, specially girls at school who bullied her. Which lead to her belief that everyone was horribly undeserving of her love and kindness to which she had locked away.

It created her more cold, intimating persona that she picked up from her assigned guardian.

This belief allowed her to not care about stealing data from others. To Tilda, everyone deserved it. It didn't bother her until she met Lis.

Tilda was hired by far Zenith to obtain hidden secret data from Elizabeth Sobeck. But instead fell in love with her red headed victim.

Later learning how selfless and loving Lis was, this is what drove Tilda to open her heart once again and change how she looked at the world.

Tilda saw Beta as her daughter but at times looking at her or hearing Beta's voice caused Tilda pain. She cared about her and genuinely wanted Beta to succeed and grow not for herself but for Lis. However, the idea of this being a clone of the woman who pushed Tilda's love away years ago to focus on her work was unbearable to witness at times. Leaving Tilda reflecting a much colder tone.

Tilda loves cats but is allergic to them. She also wouldn't want them to destroy her furniture or clothing.

On her birthday, Tilda would buy herself a Dutch treat and play the Happy Birthday song to herself on the piano. Pretending her mom and dad were there to sing it to her.

Tilda always sleeps on one side of the bed, pretending Lis is next to her. Some nights reaching out to feel nothing but the cold sheets which leads her into a fit of tears.

She is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol so she barely drinks. But when she does, she can get very drunk and turn into a romantic, poetic mess. Singing love songs in Dutch along the halls of the Odyssey, where the other Zeniths would scoff, laugh or roll their eyes. Until eventually one of them put poor drunk Tilda to bed.

Tilda eats rice pudding as a sweet. She loves the simplicity of it.

Her home smelled of roses and clean laundry.

She thinks birds are cute and lights up when she sees one she likes but tries to hide her reaction.

When Lis would talk, eat, sleep, and do basic human things, Tilda had to hold back from smiling too much without giving away that she found it overwhelmingly adorable.

Tilda kept a handwritten diary in which it held her deepest thoughts and fears. But most of all her love and poetry she wrote for Lis. Elizabet secretly once read it and cried. Tilda never knew.

Tilda would send funny memes to Lis while she worked for Faro and the woman would have to struggle from laughing when at meetings.

Tilda has a dirty sense of humor. When she first started dating Lis, she would whisper dirty jokes into her ear which caused the red head to laugh very loudly. It would catch the attention of everyone in the room.

Tilda loved the opera and live orchestra. She took Lis many times where she teased the scientist with her sensual touch and occasional kisses on the neck. Sometimes playing with Lis' red hair around her fingers.

She has a fear of the dark and sleeps with a warm light on beside her bed.

Tilda did have Zenith friends she liked. She enjoyed their company more than she told Aloy. And when Nemesis killed them, she went cold again on the way back to Earth. The trauma from her past was all coming back to her. Now stuck with the worst of the Zeniths, she shut herself off even more.

She is demisexual and demiromantic.

She likes to hum to herself but gets very embarrassed if other Zeniths would overhear her. Holding back from humming a tune for months until she could feel safe to do it again.

She loves VR and normally sits at simulated coffee shops in Amsterdam. Replaying the times she had coffee there with Lis.

Tilda never died. She somehow figured a way to transfer her consciousness successfully to a fully grown cloned version of herself tucked away in a Zenith cryo pod. She never told the others how to do this.

She will return and get the redemption she deserves by deciding she will stay and help fight alongside Aloy and her friends. Leaving her past regret behind her.

[starwardsword]

re: family matters

Keqing is the only child of a very powerful family of aristocrats with a history of dealing in precious stones and minerals on both sides. Her father, Jingguo, inherited an exceedingly successful business focused on fashioning jade and gemstones into jewelry and intricate ornaments. He runs it jointly with his wife, Mingxia, who comes from a line of renown gemologists on her mother’s side. While both of her parents are perfectly decent people and their marriage is a happy one, the two of them were just too busy dealing with the business and its booming success to spend much time with Keqing when she was a child. As such, she was practically raised by her mother’s handmaidens and her maternal grandfather, Zhuang.

Zhuang was a famed real estate tycoon and an avid scholar of ancient texts on Liyue. Once he retired, he focused on studying Liyue’s traditions and trying to unearth truths long-lost with the pass of time, such as the true identity of the Stove God. He was the one who taught Keqing all about Liyue’s traditions and legends and who instilled in her such a great love for their nation and the people that inhabit it. As Keqing then grew old enough to form her own opinions, he then supported her radical views and way of thinking despite his own piety toward Rex Lapis and the adepti. Perhaps he too suspected that the time of the adepti would eventually come to an end and that people with views like Keqing’s would be the ones to pave the way for Liyue’s future prosperity without relying on the gods…

Keqing inherited most of her values from Zhuang, such as loyalty, compassion, honesty, and selflessness. He would always tell her that those who are lucky enough to have good fortune should look out for those less fortuned, and that all people should be treated equally. That’s something that she takes to heart and dutifully tries to fulfill to the best of her ability, which is why she comes across as a champion for the people regardless of their status. You will never see her turn her back on someone in need because of it.

Perhaps the few traits that Keqing didn’t inherit from her grandfather were his patience and his tendency to slow down and enjoy the little things in life. As I mentioned in an earlier headcanon, Zhuang greatly enjoyed fishing and would often bring her along on his leisurely fishing trips. When the two of them would settle down at the end of the day to enjoy a simple meal of fresh-caught fish and chili-mince cornbread buns, he’d encourage her to skygaze with him. “Both the clouds and the stars have a lot to say, Keqing”, he would always remark. “Make sure you take the time to slow down and listen every once in a while.” To this day, when she finds herself stuck on something, she’ll sometimes look to the sky in search of answers. Often enough, the quiet time is enough to clear her mind and help her think properly.

Zhuang’s death came unexpectedly when Keqing was in her mid-teens. The devastating loss left a void inside her that she’s still struggling to fill to this day, despite her best attempts at masking it.

[yourflame]

Funny cold hc post because why not.

cold? what cold? he doesn't get colds! (you have to physically force him to rest and he gets super cranky/annoying when he's bedridden because he gets SO BORED AAAAA- but he's out like a light cuz he'll sleep through most of it)

will be super bummed out about it, but takes it as an opportunity to bunker down inside with all her coziest blankets and binge watch their favorite shows. is usually prepared for colds to hit so she never needs anyone to get her anything (but they wouldn't mind some chicken noodle soup from vanilla)

Actually acts like he might be dying because he almost never gets sick. is really dramatic about it in an unironic way. doesn't know what to do, might panic a little. will purchase every cold medicine and house remedy under the sun. pls help.

actually handles it pretty well. takes it as an opportunity to laze around and sleep.

takes Literal Damage and Could Die.

no more risk of bodily infections but sure does still have phantom physical effects due to trauma and Brain Weird shit.

gets SO MAD ABOUT BEING SICK oh god SHE HATES IT she HATES being sick it's the worst thing in the world and she goes stir crazy. hate for being sick is only rivaled by sonic. will be a pouty little dramatic baby about it.

sick? he already is sick. there is a corruption to his body happening as we speak.

[deathshadowed]

Actually it's a recurring Véghváry thing™

Rozy has no idea about modern slang and their meaning, will misuse/mix them in the worst ways possible. She's slowly losing a grip on newer/evolving Hungarian ones, you can imagine how she is with English.

Karma is extremely confused about most Pride stuff & doesn't understand what 'straight' means in that context. For her it means a respectable, honest person, she knows the 'norm' as heterosexual.

Cindy has absolutely no grip on what considered normal due to her insane level of power. That creating a dress out of stars is an everyday trick for her instead of a whatthefuck how is that even possible?? thing

Raia has no shortcomings. She did, does and will do her research to keep herself ahead of the game, as she always had done so.

[stxrmcatcher]

spark is like that one guy who walks barefood in the florida everglade. picking up poison types and letting deadly wild pokemon get a tiny bit too close to him

[loogi-selfships]

Alright, I'm back at it again with this silly series of scents- this one was a little more tricky to think about, but I'm glad I came up with something! Anyway, let's get right to it;

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Scents I associate with my F/Os! (Pt. 3)

♡︎Happy Mask Salesman

I kinda struggled a little thinking about what scent to associate with the Mask Salesman, but I think, he'd smell like incense. This is due to the fact that he believes in spirits and stuff like that, I feel like he would have a lot of incense lying around in his shop. I also feel like he smells like wood, since the masks that he carries seem to be made of it. His scent is.. complex.

♡︎Vox

I also struggled coming up with something for Vox, especially since he's literally a TV with legs.. but, I personally think that since he's an overlord and he's very rich and powerful, he'd just smell like cologne, but like the REALLY expensive ones.. his scent isn't anything interesting.

♡︎Finn Mcmissile

Okay, I know that Finn is a car, but judging by his appearance, he looks like he keeps himself clean- so, I think he smells like that new car smell. (If he were human however, I think he'd smell like cologne with a hint of nicotine, but nothing too crazy). His scent is pretty fresh..

♡︎Loid Forger

In my opinion, Loid would smell like hot chocolate, but like, that really rich and creamy one that they sell in places like France or Italy. Other than that, I feel like he'd also smell like wine, for some reason- His scent is oddly comforting as well.

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That was interesting to write, yeah, I had fun with it tho. I still have a long way to go tho, let's see what other silly things I come up with..

[nsfwregretevatorhcs]

bottom sub wallter i love.

-😼⚡️ anon

💛~

[thethndr]

i do wonder how much of chick's personality is performative. because i absolutely know he's self aware. like i'm not at all doubting that he is genuinely a prideful and arrogant ahole but exactly how much of it is a deliberate caricature of himself? i don't even really think it's necessarily masking or anything i just think part of the reasoning behind it is that he just gets a major kick out of it. he knows he's putting on a show and he enjoys it

[zeusraynar]

⚡CAMADA 5: BENÇÃO OU MALDIÇÃO

Você tem uma maldição ou benção? Sim.

Qual deus te deu isso? Hécate.

Essa benção te atrapalha de alguma forma? 5 anos e nenhuma vez atrapalhou. Ele mantém em segredo e hoje, com todo o problema com Hécate e os traidores, é grato por manter escondido.

No caso de benção, que situação ocorreu para você ser presentado com isso?

Se tem um semideus mais preocupado em respeitar a Névoa, seu nome só poderia ser Raynar Hornsby. Cada pecinha usada fora do terreno protegido do acampamento era pensada na forma que seria distorcida e usada ao seu favor? A lança moldava-se num cajado estiloso de inválido, a proteção dos joelhos numa prótese metálica. Como filho de Zeus, cada vantagem era um passo para vitória. Uma chance de vida. E quando suas missões focaram em resgastes (suas preferidas, por sinal, até virou professor!), a mente quebrou e re-moldou em algo mais fluído... Mais consciente da magia que nublava a visão e alterava memória. Foi numa missão particularmente complicada que Raynar se viu dependendo daquela magia. As duas semideuses, uma sendo filha de Hécate, tremendo de medo atrás do corpo avantajado do filho de Zeus. Ele lembrava de tentar acalmá-las, mas os cães infernais circulavam o esconderijo enquanto sirenes de polícia aproximavam-se. Seria preso ou morto, não era incrível? Porém, antes que terminasse de transformar os monstros em poeira dourada, a Névoa condensou e uma silhueta feminina se formou. A partir daquele dia, Raynar Hornsby recebeu a benção de Hécate. Pelo respeito do seu domínio, ganhou a habilidade de manipulação da Névoa. Seria capaz de controlar e manipular o véu que os protegia e escondia, influenciando as memórias e salvaguardando os resquícios divinos de suas ações.

[radiostatichearts]

I don't care you're getting some angsty Headcanons for Post-Uroboros Albert and there is NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! It also has some HCs with him and Radio teehee.

- Essentially he doesn't die as the Uroboros refuses to let him die. He's kept alive for YEARS at sea until he washes up on shore and Radio takes him in.

- Has really REALLY extreme c-ptsd and triggers but refuses to let Radio help him manage them.

- Suffers from Nightmares and Night terrors pretty much every night.

- The Uroboros has destroyed his body and he is EXTREMELY weak still.

- Has extremely bad anxiety attacks and often phantom pains. Is in tremendous pain like 80% of the time and Radio does what he can to help the pain.

- Keeps his pain and mental trauma hidden but ever so often has a lapse and ends up falling victim to it. Which he hates because he makes him feel weak.

- Radio comforts him after particularly difficult nightmares and night terrors.

- Radio will also talk him through a PTSD episode if Albert lets him.

- Albert feels weak and hates to rely on Radio for anything but, deep down he adores him and really appreciates everything Radio does for him.

- With the failure of the Uroboros, his ego and god complex was DESTROYED. He still puts up the front of having an ego/god complex but it's just a front by this point. He felt helpless watching it all crumble before his eyes as he became a pathetic human ruled by the virus.

- It takes a long time (I mean HUGE time) for Radio to help Albert accept everything but, he does everything in his power to at least make sure Albert feels loved and safe with him.

I just think that post-uroboros Albert can be explored so deeply and all of the trouble that comes with it can be explored in depth. 🥹

[nsfwphightinghcs]

transmasc Skateboard with a sweaty smelly coochie. stanky fishy fishy stanky stanky fishy fishy stanky. I need to my face up between his legs and whiff his musk up!!

-⚡ anon

Are the lyrics a reference to that one song perchance 😭😭

[fiersbolt]

random info dump incoming

━ while reno was born in midgar, his mother actually originated from cosmo canyon. she had natural ginger hair and brown eyes and two scar-shaped tattoos on her cheekbones. yep, reno later gets the same tattoos in memory of his mom.

━ reno resembles his father to a tee, both have dark brown hair and the same eyes. that's why veld recognized him even though he had never met reno before. speaking of veld and his dad, the two were good friends and drinking buddies. after joining the turks, reno eventually decides to dye his hair a fiery red because he doesn't want to be remembered as 'just' his father's son, plus he's a little rebel and 'normal' is boring.

━ he wears his father's pilot goggles over his head like an accessory and never actually puts them on. to him it's both a memento and like a lucky charm, he wants to keep it safe but he also thinks he doesn't deserve to wear them, at least not yet. just like his dad, reno became an excellent pilot and loves being up in the sky in a helicopter or similiar.

━ in his backstory i talk a little about the orphanage and what reno did, like breaking some kid's nose. well, the poor child was actually biggs (known as X). according to the wiki, there's a three year age gap between the two, so it's actually highly possible that reno was around when biggs & wedge were at the sector 5 house / leaf house. however, reno left the orphanage months later and never even tried to befriend any of the kids. it's safe to say that reno doesn't even remember anyone from that time.

━ now let's talk about why reno acts like a damn teenager even though he's already 28. the short answer? trauma. the long answer? reno had to grow up real fast around the age of 9-10. his mom got sick and he took on the role of the caretaker/protector, when she died his brain went into full self-defense mode and only focused on surviving. he never got to actually process the pain and work through it. later he joins the turks and eventually his brain realizes that he is in a safe environment and the walls crumble. he can finally be himself, he can have fun. he is a professional but that won't stop him from playing around. he's an adult, who cares? he sure as hell don't.

━ his last name 'fiers' is another form of 'fers' which is middle english and can mean proud/arrogant or fierce (it's pronounced like the latter). i chose it because i wanted something that would match his fiery personality.