Thinking about Grian and Ellen.. thinking about Pies crush on Ellen.. thinking about Grian and Ellen ending it because of Pies jealousy.. thinking about how Pie tried to get Sam to give Grian a letter about going out for coffee.. thinking about how Sam never gave it.. thinking about how Grian probably would of gone with..
Thinking about the polyamorous couple I COULD'VE HAD if Sam wasn’t such a fucking asshole
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One of my favorite parts of Endwalker is Emet-Selch seeing the Ghost WoL, immediately clocking it as Azem Something and going No, Not Today Satan while Hythlodaeus is sitting down beside the Ghost WoL and making pspspspsp noises at them and offering them free hugs and Emet's Aether and giving Emet the biggest wettest puppy dog eyes of Can We Keep Them?
Meanwhile WoL is having some emotional whiplash and an existential crisis.
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The Warrior of Hope
A spear thrusted into the creature, the weapon glowed a neon green. There were swarms of them all over the city. Standing in the middle was a lone figure. He wore greek styled armor with a pteruges. His muscular figure peaked through his unarmored portions.
A spear in one hand and a shield in another. He battled through the horde, not stopping for a moment. With a yell, the warrior slammed his foot onto the floor, a blast of ice speared into the beings.
Taking a quick breather, the warrior's head snapped up. A figure flying towards him at extreme speeds.
After a few seconds, the person slammed into the concrete, picking up dust and cracking the ground. As the person stood, they were a woman. Her flowing black hair was held back by a starred tiara. She was none other than Diana of Themyscara, also known as Wonderwoman.
She looked towards the warrior before her, the princess taking in the warrior before her. Yet before she could say anything, ice cracked.
Quickly turning around she socked the being Lunging towards her, sending it flying into others. She took a step back, meeting another body. Quickly turning her head, the saw the warrior in a similar position his shield raised.
Their eyes met, one a crystal blue the other an emerald green. They nodded in understanding, and the new allies began their battle.
The fought side by side, slaying the monsters surrounding them. Cutting through their enemies like nothing, they were completely in sync. They fought as if they were dancing, twirling around one another.
A bright flash spread throughout the battlefield, the creatures disappearing as it washed through them. The two warriors finally able to breathe in relief.
They sized each other up, taking in their appearance.
Diana barely reached his chest, the amazonian having to look up at him. His armor was well fitted, the cloth hugging his frame, while the armor left room for flexibility.
His amor was pitch black except for lines of blue scattered throughout. He wore a pair of leather sandals, the strappes going up his to his knees.
"Well met warrior, what is your name," Diana asked the man.
Looking down at the Princess of Themyscara, the man's cold eyes softened as if looking at an old friend.
"I am Elpis, Diana of Themyscara the spirit of hope and son of Nyx," the now revealed Elpis replied.
Diana's eyes widened in surprise not expecting such a warrior to be the embodiment of hope.
"It is an honor to meet you lord Elpis," Diana greeted the being with a bow.
"No need for the false subservience Diana, I am no Olympian. Now come, there are many who need the hope of heroes," Elpis said, dismissing her attempts to appease him.
The two began two fly, searching for citizens to help.
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i don't normally make posts about things myself but i keep thinking about how the whole point of EW was that the strength you needed didn't come from a god, or a supreme being, or a primal or anything: it all comes from you
your love for this world and your friends and everything that you allow purpose and meaning- that is what gives you the strength to climb to your feet, even when you feel utterly alone at the end of the universe
In Shb we had Ardbert who gave us the strength to take that next step, but in EW we are alone (save for Zenos i guess but this ain't about him). That's why even though I agree that "it was the ancients" is becoming an extremely stale take, I still forgive MotR and the Twelve because it's hammering in EW's theme of being enough to handle what life throws at you without needing to rely on something much larger than yourself
EW's plot- and even the Omicron quests -point to the fact that dynamis alone does nothing. It has to be moved to action by feelings/emotions for it to work. As N-7000 says, "all [dynamis] requires is for us to ask "what if?""
Zodiark did not save the Ancients. Hydaelyn cannot save Her Children. The Twelve do not answer your cries. Primals are bound to the prayers of those that summon them.
The Warrior of Light is an imperfect being. More talented than most, but imperfect yet. EW does not make you a god. It shows that change can be wrought by anyone, at any time. You need not do it alone: there are others willing to come to your aid. But when you are alone, at the end of your rope, facing insurmountable odds: the strength you need can only come from within.
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