What's the fusion of Noblebright and Hopepunk?
That’s a pretty hard fusion, because IMO they’re pretty mutually exclusive.
Noblebright is things like Arthurian myths – you know who the Good Guys are and who the Bad Guys are, and the Good Guys are kind and bright and righteous and scrub behind their ears. They are usually visually coded as Good. Grimdark has never existed in the Noblebright world, because grimdark is a wide and all-consuming mediocrity of evil, and noblebright has never known such a thing.
Hopepunk is a response to grimdark. Hopepunk grows out of grimdark like a flower grows out of a crack in a big parking lot.
Imagine a triangle. Hopepunk, Noblebright, and Grimdark are points of the triangle. They’re all opposites of each other.
Noblebright says that you don’t have to fight, because Evil will eventually be vanquished for good, probably by an knight-errant in shining armor, so it’s not really your problem unless you ARE that knight-errant. And that’s pretty antithetical to Hopepunk, because Hopepunk thinks that’s bullshit. Hopepunk knows Evil will never be vanquished for good, because evil lives in all our hearts, and we ALL have to make a conscious choice every day to keep fighting against it in the world and in ourselves. With Noblebright, you don’t have to think about it. There are never any hard ethical choices. There’s just the Right path and the Wrong path, and they’re clearly labeled. Nothing in Hopepunk is clearly labeled, because that’s life. You gotta judge each thing on its own merits as it arrives in front of you, and sometimes you make mistakes. No room for mistakes in Noblebright!
This is a lil bit off topic, but I would also like to take this moment to publicly address the person who whined about how Tolkien isn’t hopepunk, because yes he fucking well is. If you look at the text itself, you might miss it, but take literally one step back and you see a guy who was literally fighting in the trenches in World War 1, who saw the kind of horrors and monstrosities that most of us can’t even imagine, who saw his friends die around him, who saw chemical weapons drifting in clouds across the battlefield and burning people’s lungs out, and who decided that the thing to do would be to write a book about an ordinary person taking on an extraordinary burden that he was not asked to take up, and struggling every step of the way to do the right thing, and to persevere until the end, and to stand up against a huge and monstrous evil and say in a quiet, single voice, “No.”
Fuck you, whiny person. Tolkien was hopepunk as shit.