The Hex and what the Warframes I think they would like/appreciate.
(Just some that I think would fit).
Amir - Gauss
Do I really need to explain this one? Speed meets speed AND Gauss is a hero. Knowing Amir I think he would totally love that.
Aoi - Octavia
I really don't need to explain this one.
"Drifter, why didn't you tell me one of your Warframes attacks with music! I love her!"
Quincy - Mesa
Yeah, this once sounds like a cliche but you gonna tell me Quincy would appreciate a warframe like her? One with a talent for pistols who is also a cowgirl? (The kids he wants to protect and make happy would love her. Plus points)
Lettie - Sevagoth
This one was kinda hard like honestly I think there are a few Warframes she may like especially because of her religious side. Sevagoth felt right because of his Death theme and the fact he is someone who despite his looks wanted to 'save'.
Eleanor - Harrow
I can't really explain it but Harrow is mysterious, he has the spiritual part and this story that can't leave her mind. I think know one would understand why Harrow fascinates her so much.
Arthur - Kullervo
Oh Kullervo Kullervo. That one is mostly because of Duviri and a little of Kullervo himself. Arthur is not 100% what he should think of him but there is a strange understand for Kullervo and his sins.
First of all, thank you for your good work! I am normally not a fan of yandere stuff but wow... This really got me! 🙏❤️
Anyway my question is how would Ren/[Redacted] handle an Angel who is bigender? They use she/he as their pronouns and are okay with whatever people use for them but sometimes they express themself more in the 'she' or 'he' direction. So would he/they act according to that or how would he/they handle it?
Have a good day and thanks again!
✦゜ANSWERED: Essentially how you'd expect him to react! [REDACTED] is non-binary himself, uses he/they pronouns, prefers masculine titles, likes to dress more androgynous, and embraces their femininity — so he'd understand if Angel was much the same. He'd use appropriate pronouns and immediately pick up on the way they present themselves.
I'm sorry if this answer seems kinda... plain(?), but Ren/[REDACTED] wouldn't really react differently than he does now. He's already very critical and observant over every little detail of Angel — including how they identify and present themselves — so there wouldn't be much out of the ordinary if they identified as bigender!
A spark formed by mankind's development, self-awareness and desire for achievement and good fortune, turns into a woman thanks to a Titan's kindness, appreciation and love for mankind. But what happens when hope is given shape, and her admiration for the Titan of Foresight becomes much more?
Set mostly before the events of Hades 2
Sorry for any errors. Using a tool to correct severe errors.
Credit Dividers go to: @strangergraphics
In the beginning, I was merely a spark. A concept hidden deep in the minds of mortals and perhaps even immortals. A concept based on the expectation that, whatever happens, whether good or evil, it will ultimately have a positive outcome for those who wish to receive it. In a sense, I was nothing back then, until men started to rise. Until one being took it so far as to give mankind something so mighty that it would diminish the gods' grasp. Since then, I have become a daily presence in people's minds and hearts. I even became self-aware, to my surprise. Oh Prometheus, Titan of Foresight. Without your influence, mankind would never have grown and I would never have come into existence.
"Hah... !", she panted. Just a tiny bit of her essence had escaped from Pandora's jar before she could quickly closed it. The distinctive smell evil and suffering that Pandora had released into the world of mankind was still present, but it had slightly faded due to the presence of hope. "This is. . .", she whispered as she looked around. Her newborn eyes produced a blurry image and her newborn lungs pressured her with the unfamiliar feeling of air. “You... it can't be”. The sound of a deep voice entered her ears, first too quiet and then too loud. She tried to find its origin , but it was not easy due to her newly acquired body. Eventually, the newborn being recognized something in front of her, an entity that she could only describe as humanoid, but probably not human, given how they seemed to glow. Blue and red. Perhaps a face with blue hair and red eyes?
The person in front of her could only watch confused. Prometheus, the Titan of Foresight, had foreseen this event. He warned his brother Epimetheus to keep an eye on Pandora and her jar gifted by the gods. The Titan had known it would end this way; this would be his and his beloved mankind's ultimate punishment. But even he didn’t foresee that Hope, the only thing left inside the cursed jar, would somehow turn into a living being. “Pandora, what have you done?”. Another voice spoke up, almost distracting Hope from the man before her. “I... I didn’t mean to.” The other voices behind her started to become more muffled as she tried to focus only on the Titan before her; now, they sounded like distant noises, unimportant. The blurry view in front of her slowly faded completely away and the Titan before her became clearly visible. She almost couldn’t believe it.
“Prometheus… oh, beloved Titan…”.
She tried to reach out for him, thin fingers attempting to touch his face. Prometheus took a good look at her, this newborn embodiment of hope. Skin so white and pure, bearing a hint of innocence. Eyes that changed colour like diamonds when light gets split into its colourful components. To him, she was so petite, so small. Reminding him more of a young human woman than a goddess, a personification of hope. Wanting to return her gesture, he tried to reach out for her, just like she did. However, in that moment, he foresaw that things wouldn't turn out like he wished.
Her essence crumbled right before his eyes. Turning into what seemed to be pedals of a tiny white flower. “Only hope is left. What a surprise.” Prometheus lifted his head off the ground. There, standing before him, was Zeus, collecting what remained of the gods' punishment for mankind. Their wish had come true. Prometheus' final punishment was about to begin. But even then, he still felt as though he was in the dark. He had never foreseen hope manifesting itself as a woman, emerging from the jar and reaching out for him. He wondered what it would mean for the future.
"You are a goddess of hope dedicated to mankind," Zeus reminded her once more. “You should be grateful we allow you to bless them at all.” Such treatment from the gods had become normal for her. She was all that was left of the gods "gift". A gift to mankind, while also some kind of curse in her own eyes. It was in the gods' control, particularly Zeus', to allow her to share her blessings with men. "But hope should always be with men..." "Elpis." Her gaze wandered towards the ground, trying to avoid the all-father's eyes. She knew that speaking against him would only get her so far. For now, she must be grateful for her situation and for this small part of Olympus serving as her home. After all, her jar was now more of an optional choice of home than the former prison it was. And perhaps she should also be grateful for the gift of a name, a sign of their acceptance of her as long as she followed their rules.
“Tomorrow, you will be permitted to meet with mortals. Young or old, human or humanoid. But you will return as told, do you understand Elpis?” “Of course, Lord Zeus.” Despite not lifting her head from the ground, she could tell from his sigh how displeased he was with her. A loud sound of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning, overwhelmed her senses for a moment as the all-Father returned to his rightful place. It had always been like this since she came to Olympus. She would either spend her limited time with mortals or remain imprisoned in her own small area for many days. An area with a tiny lake surrounded by green grass and ground that would allow her to grow her beloved white flowers. One of the few places on Olympus not covered with snow. And, of course, a small resting place for herself.
Hope: A state of mind based on the expectation of positive outcomes in one's own life.
“... I know I should not… but perhaps… just once…”, Elpis mumbled to herself. Her eyes up in the sky, watching the night skye filled with stars. “He could use some hope too. Yes, he should get my blessing too…”.
A concept with which Prometheus had not been familiar until men brought it up: "I hope for a good harvest," a woman once commented whilst in his presence. "I hope our children will grow up healthy and strong, so that one day they can achieve greater heights than we ever could," an elderly man added. "And I hope our peaceful days will never end." A child said with a wide smile. Prometheus heard a few humans talk about it through his time spend with them; the word often followed by a wish or some kind of expectation. At first, Prometheus only heard it a few times, but as time movd on, he heard it more often. He wondered whether it was a result of his involvement with mankind, since even his power of foresight didn’t reveal more of hope to him.
"What exactly is hope?", he wondered.
On the day Pandora opened the jar, he himself witnessed evil and suffering flooding into the lives of mankind. He knew what consequences would await them and what punishment he would receive afterwards. After all, it was due to his actions that Pandora had been created and sent to his brother. However, he hadn't foreseen her.
"You must drink. Just a tiny sip. Please, I beg you," Elpis pleaded, holding a jar of water in her petite hands. She had really gone against the All-Father's rules by looking for the mountain meant for the Titans' punishment, in the hope that her presence and blessing would help Prometheus in one way or another. She lifted the water-filled jar above her head in the hope that it would reach his lips. Despite the evil it had caused, Elpis had brought her former prison with her in the hope of it doing good. Prometheus' gaze turned towards the jar filled with water. It had been so long since he had something to drink. His throat felt dry from all the screams of pain and yells of anger. He dropped his head towards the jar. Just one little sip, just once. But instead, the Titan groaned in pain, startling the young goddess and causing her to drop the jar. Unfortunately, the sweet taste of the fresh water was ruined by the pain from his ripped-apart liver. The healing process had only just begun, but he knew it would all be for nothing when Aeteos returns to torment him once more.
But there she was, a prisoner of the gods. And yet, even now, she was striving to still fulfil her purpose.
“Prometheus!". Elpis'seyes filled with tears and her voice trembled with desperation. His pain, his injured body and his general state seemed to shatter her heart. Without hesitation, she knelt down and collected her jar. There was no sign of it breaking or chipping and luckily there was still some water left inside. Elpis tried to form a small bowl with her palms, hoping that she could give Prometheus some water this way without any problems. But the bowl was far too small to hold anything that could be considered a proper amount for the Titan. Still, he knew and was grateful that the goddess tries so hard for him, even though he also found it rather naive and bizarre. “You shouldn’t be here. Elpis, that's your name? The gods have taken you in as one of their own,” he managed to say between coughs. The taste of blood filling his mouth. His injuries were even worse than he thought. “You will only anger the gods and as much as I enjoy their anger, it has nothing to do with you. So go. You know this punishment must be served." “I told you already, oh Titan. I won’t go,” she replied, while finally managing to let him have a sip of water. “I am here of my own accord. Hope is for mankind; I know that. Mortals do not have the power, or perhaps even the will, to stand up to the gods. I know they need me, and I will be there for them. But don’t you think you deserve hope too? After all, without you, mankind would have no hope at all. You are not my creator, but you ignited my spark, my flame. It's only fair that I give you hope, too.”
Against his wish, she continued his treatment, tearing off a piece of the long white garment she was wearing. With it, she pressed against the gaping wound on his torso. A pathetic attempt to fight against his inevitable punishment. Tomorrow it would be open again, as it would be every other day. "You will be punished, Elpis." “Did you foresee it?” “In some way I did.” “So you mean, you really didn’t. I must be a complete mystery to you. But even then I don’t deny your words : I will be punished again, but how bad can it be. I have been punished since the day of my birth. " He couldn’t believe how calmly she accepted it. Is she really this naive, or is it just who she is? Trying to handle his thoughts and mind, the Titan of Foresight took a deep breath. For a moment, he shivered in pain as she pressed her hands firmly against his wound. Over and over, he tried to see her fate. From the moment she had taken on a physical form, he had wondered how it would affect the future. What would happen to the gift that seemed to be reserved for mankind alone? He only knew it was the will of the gods that men must live with evil and misfortune such as Hunger, Sickness, Loss and Death, and that they had seized control over hope. In Prometheus's view, this was just another sign of the gods' selfishness and greed. Elpis deserved to be free, to bring hope to men so they may overcome the darkest of times. Only then mankind could truly live.
"You are mankind's hope. Stay with them and keep your distance. Now go."
“I will, Prometheus, but I have to—”.
“I am no mere man. Go, goddess. You're wasting your time with me."
“I said no! How many times do I have to tell you that I can’t?”
He stopped himself from responding. Unable to comprehend her tears, he was caught off guard. The Titan couldn’t understand how he could mean so much to her her, to the point of putting herself and mankind in danger. He watched as she somehow managed to bandage him up again. A kind gesture, but one that would soon become worthless.
With that, he watched her vanish before his eyes. Only white flower petals remained where she had stood. He knew she had to go back; her time of freedom had come to an end. Deep down, he wondered if she would return to him, knowing that one day Zeus would no longer tolerate her contact with him.
“Call me naive, selfish, or even odd. Yes, my actions may also influence my beloved mankind. But I can’t. After all, do you not understand how much you mean to them, how much you mean to me?” . Elpis' left palm wiped away the tears gathering in her eyes. She was trying her best to calm herself down. “Maybe it's this shape. Maybe it's my human form, but I can't leave you behind because I admire you, perhaps in a way I even love you.” He knew deep down that he should speak up and argue with her. But he decided against it. “The eagle will be back soon, won't he?” . "Yes, after all he is part of my punishment. Like me, he is just another prisoner to the gods.” “Then I will return.” “You shouldn’t.” As she took a step away from him, he watched her hands reach out for her jar — no, for Pandora's jar. “I know. But I will come back when I can. Do not worry. I will honour my duty. That is my promise to you, but I shall not forget you.” With her head held high, she turned around to meet his gaze. A smile spread across her face, showing happiness while hinting at sadness.
"Oh, beloved Prometheus... We will see each other again. As long as hope exists, you will have me on your side.”
Hope is meant only for mere men. A gift for mortals — children, women and men — and others who carried the burden of life and death.
From the beginning of her existence, it was clear that she was never meant to be with the Titan she secretly loved.
"You lost Titan," Melinoe said, still out of breath. She clenched her nocturnal arms between her hands. Once again, she was standing her ground against the Titan of Foresight, who was blocking her way to her family. She waited patiently for his last words to remind her of his anger and hatred for the gods, or to tell her that she would face an even greater challenge after him. However, he looked up instead, his eyes focused on something she couldn’t make out. Melinoe didn’t quite understand. Opening her mouth to speak, she tried to interrupt whatever thought he had, but then he threw a question into the room:
“Did you find her on your way here?”
“Who are you talking about?”
“The woman they call mankind's Hope.”
Melinoe became increasingly confused. Why would he ask for her right now? The young princess didn’t know much about the lesser goddess, since she only had power for mankind, as far as she knew.
The princess of the underworld looked even more confused. Hope? Why was he looking for her? “I'm not sure what you mean. Are you referring to the embodiment of hope? I thought she was a goddess herself. Why would you care about her?”
“Just tell me if you've spotted her".
“I don’t know where she is. Besides, no one has mentioned her at all since I can remember.”
“So she is gone... But not completely. You are hopeful, aren't you? I must say, I am grateful for that,” Prometheus replied. A familiar feeling washed over him as his old wound opened up and blood dripped down his chin. “Why is this so important to you? Why out of nowhere…?” “You wouldn’t understand.”
The pain in his body worsened. He knew his time was up.
"Only this time, I wish I knew about her future, although I'm somehow relieved. Knowing that hope is still here...”
Seems like I am gonna write my Master-Thesis about Kullervo. Yes, Warframe Kullervo. Since my focus cultural aspects like tales/legends in videogames. I wanted to do three Warframes but my professor said I should focus myself on Kullervo 😂. Welp wish me luck with my research.
