#just like the legends only mention a woman saving other women & children from men bc thats what renfri did

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the    curse    of    the    black    sun    is    considered    a    myth.    few    are    those    who    truly    believe    it    --    at    least,    until    the    mage    eltibald    prophesies    the    end    of    human    civilization    in    the    hands    of    sixty    girls    born    during    the    black    sun.    he    thought    that    the    girls    would    turn    into    cruels    creatures    &    bring    about    the    return    of    the    goddess    lilit,    therefore    setting    forth    the    end    of    the    world.    

his    interpretation    lacks    precision    &    rigor.    what    he    prophesies    as    the    return    of    lilit-niya    is    in    fact    the    unprecedented    birth    of    a    dragon.    the    confusion    is    due    to    the    mythological    figure    of    lilit    as    the    bloodthirtsy    beast,    hungry    for    sheep,    that    appears    in    werebbubb    mythology.    he    reads    about    women    being    given    shelter    from    the    abuses    of    men    and    immediately    links    it    to    the    cult,    without    considering    one    instant    that    it    might    only    be    forecasts    of    what    is    about    to    come.    

still,    you    only    need    a    few    decades    and    some    badly-done    rewriting    of    the    story    for    the    fear    to    be    instilled    in    people's    hearts.    everywhere,    we    whisper    that    sixty    girls    bearing    gold    crowns    will    fill    the    river    valleys    with    blood    if    no    one    tries    to    stop    them.    

what    the    curse    really    entails,    no    one    would    be    able    to    tell.    ishtar    has    some    ideas,    and    the    elven    sage    who    taught    her    everything,    malborne,    had    some    as    well,    but    really,    no    one    has    ever    taken    the    time    to    study    it.    

divination    mages    would    tell    you    that    a    solar    eclipse    tends    to    be    interpreted    as    a    warning    from    fate    that    things    might    get    more    complicated    than    intended    :    things    will    get    in    the    way    of    what    we    want    and    the    path    we    must    take    to    get    it.    this    is,    indeed,    what    happens    to    istar    :    she    becomes    an    obstacle    on    destiny's    path.    

the    girl    born    under    the    black    sun    does    not    belong    to    the    realm    of    possibilities.    she    has    almost    no    destiny    &    that    is    why    she    is    perceived    as    the    end.    she    escapes    the    schemes    and    machinations    of    men,    and    even    gods    would    have    trouble    predicting    what    she    might    or    might    no    do    in    the    future.    while    most    have    their    fate    set    in    stone,    each    choice    a    causal    reaction    to    past    actions,    ishtar    has    the    freedom    of    forever    reinventing    herself.    

this    freedom,    she    gains    it    from    being    part    of    fate    itself.    she    has    inner    insight    on    what    is    bound    to    happen,    frequent    glimpses    on    the    grand    scheme    of    things,    while    most    seers    can    only    hope    for    a    single    look,    once    every    blue    moon.    one    would    call    her    a    spy,    as    she    escapes    destiny's    scrutiny.    what    fate    sees    is    only    what    is    bound    to    happen    ;    one    choice    leading    to    another.    but    ishtar    __    being    given    the    right    to    see    beforehand    the    consequences    of    actions    she    has    yet    to    accomplish    __    has    the    luxury    of    not    making    a    choice    that    she    was    bound    to    make,    if    she    had    not    had    this    additional    insight    on    a    situation.

what    led    eltlibald    to    believe    that    the    girl    would    be    a    goddess-like    figure    is    that    each    prophecy    talks    of    power.    that    is    indeed    what    happens    to    ishtar    :    at    destiny's    source,    not    only    can    she    gain    prophecies,    but    power    as    well.    that    is    why    her    brand    of    magic    is    so    unique.    it    is    magic    itself,    wielded    by    hands    that    should    not    have    the    capacity    to    handle    it    :    those    with    too    much    hubris    that    have    tried    it    have    been    punished    by    fate,    their    minds    doomed    to    madness.    

magic    emerges    from    fate    itself    :    what    is    called    destiny    is    magic,    and    vice    versa.    two    people    are    linked    by    fate    because    a    magic    binding    has    occurred    between    them.    a    djinn    wish    is    an    excellent    example    of    that.    destiny    is    the    world    in    which    they    live    and    so    most    people,    sorcerers    and    sages    alike,    abide    by    its    rules.

that    is    why    most    elf    sages    are    also    experts    in    divination    :    in    order    to    fully    control    magic,    you    have    to    understand    its    source,    and    its    source    is    the    future,    in    which    all    possibilities    exist.    so    when    a    mage    invokes    fire,    they    do    not    create    it    out    of    thin    air,    they    actually    give    existence    to    something    that    may    happen.    

this    allows    mages    to    be    put    into    three    categories    :    

the    first    one    is    for    those    who    are    cursed,    destiny-chosen,    elf    sages    or    with    elder    blood.    they    do    not    follow    fate's    rules    :    they    can    invent    possibilities    out    of    thin    air    and    can    give    life    to    impossible    deeds.    this    is    what    allows    ciri    to    escape    the    confines    of    time    &    space    __    fate    does    not    work    on    her    as    it    does    on    others.    her    brand    of    magic    allows    her    to    change    the    rules    for    herself.    

the    second    one    is    for    the    elf    mages,    who    have    a    more    acute    understanding    of    fate,    that    they    see    as    a    welcoming    &    protective    deity,    making    it    easier    for    them    to    barter.    instead    of    paying    a    price,    they    exchange    :    by    protecting    fate's    realm    (the    forests,    the    creatures,    the    magic    sites),    fate    lends    them    enough    power    to    do    as    they    wish.    this    results    in    stronger    rituals    than    what    human    sorcerers    are    capable    of.    this    is    also    a    category    in    which    most    druids    can    fall,    even    if    human    druids    still    tend    to    imagine    magic    as    chaotic    &    malevolent,    tempering    its    effect    with    the    use    of    plants    and    potions.

finally,    human    sorcerers.    their    understanding    of    fate    is    very    dependent    on    their    age    :    most    learn    magic    in    an    academy    that    calls    it    chaos    &    therefore,    turns    it    into    a    foreign,    dangerous    force.    this    makes    it    harder    for    them    to    barter,    and    so    has    been    created    the    idea    of    balance    :    you    cannot    create    without    sacrifice.    each    spell    has    a    price    that    you    have    to    pay.    this    is    why,    for    a    thunderbolt    to    fall,    a    flower    has    to    wilt.    very    old    human    sorcerers    sometimes    gain    sufficient    knowledge    to    escape    the    confines    of    their    education,    but    it    is    rare        __    the    idea    too    ingrained,    and    that    is    why    human    mages    tend    to    be    less    powerful    than    elf    sages.    

#long post / #ISHTAR OF SILTIAMA headcanons . #also thats why stregobor was so set into getting rid of the girls/experimenting on them : he wanted to know the source of that power #and wanted it for himself ofc #also !! this is how the curse works on ishtar specifically bc she was born w the ability to perform magic #the curse would b very diff depending on the girls and their upbringing #like for instance the legends talk abt the dragon bc its the one thing fated for ishtar #just like the legends only mention a woman saving other women & children from men bc thats what renfri did #and there would b 58 other diff legends for the other girls #but the main point is that each girl is linked to destiny one way or another #ex: renfri had very strange... prophetic behaviours in the show or when she said she wouldn't be able to stop? could b the experimentation d #one to her or could b the fact that she's /forced/ to follow destiny's plan once it's set in stone #like the moment geralt decides to fight her then she has no choice but to fight him #even if she knows it'll b her death #like each girl has insight but the effect of that insight is very diff #and could lead to catastrophes #which is why it was prophesied as the end of the world oof) #... OK NOW IM DONE

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when we’re alone | 1930′s!Din Djarin x Fem!Reader | Part One

A/N: So here’s a unique idea for you all to be like “Caitlin why” about

Rating: T

Warning: Din was in WW1. People are very mean to him bc he’s scary man who kills people (bad people!! ya jerks!!). Mentions of abuse towards women and children, but they’re not detailed. He’s lonely and bitter, so...he’s him.

Word count: 1,242, apparently!

Summary: Din Djarin is a legend; a world war veteran turned hitman, everyone seems to fear him even though they need him. You're a movie star who hires him for his protection, and with the stars he’s helped, he’s sure you’ll be just as judgmental and frightened.

GIF credit: damerondjarin yes I know that’s Javi but I need the most 1930′s-esque GIFs I can find there ain’t no helmets

Tags: Open! This is a unique story so I’m gonna leave the taglist for those that read this and want to be tagged!

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Din Djarin was a legend.

A veteran of the world war with an impressive enemy kill count and honor for saving his fellow soldiers when they were backed into a corner, he always wore the many medals he’d been awarded.

Retirement was not really something a legend was able to enjoy and he was perhaps four months out of the war’s end when one of the men from his group sent him a letter inquiring if he could help him with a...problem.

Karga had been one of his favorites who always had his back, so he was happy to do him a favor, even if it was ridding him of a man who was causing him trouble.

He declined the small sum of money that was being offered for it, but took it upon his friend’s insistence, and decided to use it for the first month’s rent on a cheap apartment above a seamstress’ shop where he hoped to retire.

And then Karga told him of a man who was targeting young women, and he thought he could do another job if it meant that kind of scum would no longer be around.

He could relax after that; he was still young, he could find a job in the city, and marry someone, and have a family.

But when letters started coming in from strangers of how they’d heard of his service in the war and the work he was doing now, telling him stories of men wreaking havoc or old friends who’d slighted them, and he was starting to think that this was his job.

The more jobs he took, the more letters came from people who knew he wouldn’t fail them: women with overbearing husbands and young men with controlling fathers, monsters who yelled at children and cads who raised their hands to women.

Before Din knew it, the war had been years ago and he’d become quietly known for being the man to come to if someone needed a person gotten rid of.

So, yes, Din Djarin was a legend.

A legend who made a name for himself in the war.

A legend who could kill anyone you paid him for.

A legend who women recoiled from in horror and quickly moved to the other side of the street so they wouldn’t walk by him.

A legend who made parents warn their little boys not to grow up to be like him and their little girls not to ever marry a man like him.

Marriage and a family was all he’d ever wanted once, but he’d forgotten the idea when he realized almost any woman who came near him would tremble in fear as if he was wild and would kill them for no reason.

Perhaps he was just meant for this, and that was...fine.

There were times when his services were required to protect someone from a person, and he would keep watch on them wherever they went until he was able to kill whoever was trying to harm them. The extra money was nice, but the treatment was not.

It seemed like people treated him as both something they needed and something they feared.

When he received a wire about a movie star who needed protection from an uncomfortable admirer and read she wanted the ‘best of the best’, he rolled his eyes.

They all wanted the best of the best, and they all flinched from him like he was going to bite them or something.

He liked the pay that was being offered, though, and he knew why it was a good amount when he read your name; Din wasn’t the type who went to see moving pictures since there was no one to accompany him and they all seemed to be about romance, but you were famous enough that he’d heard about you and seen you on posters.

With how much the theatre and radio starlets hid from him and politely insulted him, he could only imagine what a big-headed one such as yourself would think of him.

But the money convinced him to send a wire back to your agent to let them know he would be there to meet with you the following day, and he was pretty good at letting the hurtful reactions and comments bounce off him now anyway.

You lived in a penthouse on the rich side of the city and he wondered if he should’ve slicked his hair back for this — something he hadn’t done since he was right out of the military, seeing no need to try and impress people that would hate him whether his hair was styled or messy like he usually left it now.

He might’ve run his fingers through it as an elevator took him up to your apartment, though he wasn’t sure why considering he knew exactly what you were going to be like.

You would need his help, but you would act like he was some kind of monster.

Perhaps you would hide behind your father or husband, trembling and begging them to make him stay outside.

Maybe offer him a cup of tea only for your hands to be shaking so much that it would shatter at his feet.

Flat out tell him that he was brutish or frightening like you were greater than him.

Not that other starlets had done those very things to him and he now held a special dislike for the famous because of it.

Even the elevator attendant was staying in the corner so he wouldn’t have to stand too close to him, cautiously stepping up so he could open the doors for him.

He didn’t care too much, thinking of what you were going to do when you saw this known killer stepping into your large, lavish penthouse.

Would you faint?

Would you scream?

Would you cry?

Would you try to pretend you were okay with it then run away to hide when you found him too terrifying?

He wondered if you would do all of the above, maybe offer him a laugh at your antics and assumptions when you were the one who so desperately needed him to protect you.

The first thing he noticed when he stepped off the elevator was the marble flooring, much fancier than the worn hardwood in his own apartment.

Nothing about your penthouse was anything like his home; where his was small and dark, yours was spacious and well-lit with furnishings beyond the bare minimum.

There was a large kitchen to his left with a table to dine at, then the rest of the room was too much of a sitting room, with doors at the back wall that he imagined lead to bedrooms, and bathrooms, and libraries, and studies.

He let his gaze roam over velvet couches before they landed on the two people sitting on one, waiting for him.

He recognized you from movie posters and the man sitting next to you looked a little familiar too, though he couldn’t place him.

The two of you were looking at him as he stepped off the elevator and he said nothing, staring at you for when you would cry and cuddle into the man at your side, telling him you wanted Din to stay away from you.

What he didn’t think you would do, however, was jump off the couch and run right into his chest as you wrapped your arms tight around him.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian imagine #din djarin fic