Indigo children, according to a pseudoscientific New Age concept, are children who are believed to possess special, unusual, and sometimes supernatural traits or abilities. They are sometimes also referred to as crystal children orstar children.
The concept of indigo children gained popular interest with the publication of a series of books in the late 1990s and the release of several films in the 2000s. According to experts, indigo children’s nature and abilities range from their being the next stage in human evolution, in some cases possessing paranormal abilities such as telepathy, to the belief that they are more empathetic and creative than their peers.
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Please acquaint yourselves with H-Mann (nickname chosen by him, don’t blame me) the Kobold. H-Mann loves to play tricks and would like to find a companion full of energy and advanced in spirit communication.
Age:~660 years, approx middle aged for his species.
Appearance:Clocking in at about 3′5″, H-Mann is tall for his species. He prefers to wear deep green and brown clothing, patched up where it has worn thin, and fairly ragged around the edges. He likes to wander around barefoot and wears a woolen hat on cooler days. He has deep dark eyes and a mischievous grin. He has a strawberry blond hair and a blond goatee beard, but beneath this has a very youthful face, almost child-like. He has ornate germanic tattoos down his arms, across his chest and up his neck. His skin is smooth but sallow, with a faint green tint in the right lighting.
Personality:H-Mann loves to play tricks. This spirit is not for you if you want everything to be in the same place you left it. This intensifies if he feels left out or forgotten. But if you keep up with your offerings and communicate as often as you can, he loves to help, too. Especially with domestic chores and DIY renovations. Somehow they seem to be closer to being finished than they were when you popped out of the room to do something else for minutes! He is easily distracted by sparkles and can sit quietly watching the light refracting through a prism against the wall for hours. He would love to go to a home that has a fireplace, or could at least set up a hearth-like altar. When he gets annoyed he will make noises at night to keep you awake, only stopping when he has been satisfied (usually apologies for hurting his feelings will suffice, along with the usual offerings). Be 100% certain you want this spirit when you apply, as he intends on spending the rest of your life with you. He is highly adventurous and would like a companion that is not afraid to try new foods, drinks, experiences etc with him tagging along, of course.
Special Preferences: H-Mann would love to help his companion with prosperity and fire magicks. He asks that the person he goes to will never attempt to take a photo of him due to cultural reasons. He prefers to communicate with oracle cards, runes and telepathy. He would rather a smaller family, no more than 6 other companions. He is not interested in any romantic liaisons outside his species.
Applications for H-Mann will be open in two weeks time, but in the mean time as with the other spirits, please ask him questions in the inbox or through our discord.
Ya know, we have a very unstable act going on here. How many times have you read a story about a hero, only to read in the book or watch in the movie as the hero has no skill or ability? How often is there a background story of the hero leading an army, only to find that it was more like a small group that the hero had no part of.
Stories don’t know how to describe someone gathering people, taking control, and leading. If at best the hero is a figure head.
So I’m going to explain how this works as best I can. We are a group of well trained entities, creatures, people, monsters, gifted, cursed, aliens, ancients, people. Our mission is to protect the majority of this planet’s human population from extinction and enslavement. We use any means necessary. If we need to kill 49 percent of the human population in order to save 51 percent of the world, then we will obviously deplete the world’s nuclear reserve before making that choice. We fight everything and anything. When we run, it’s to come back with something stronger.
We are not funded by any government or official group. There are individuals that are paid to gather various items that are either magical or not that create valuable resources that we use to trade for money in any country we see fit. We have humans immune to psychic powers that meet with various psychics to complete transactions. These basically come down to changing the opinions of politicians and law enforcement, or to even creating mass illusions that hide things that should remain hidden. We also manipulate memories, much of what you know of the world has only become recent. Mountains are only a few decades old, countries only recently formed, monsters were integrated into normal human society as animals only recently. Ask yourself … has the moon always looked like that? When did so many sodas come out? Why can’t I stop eating this food?
We give you thoughts and feelings in order to help divert your fears. Memories of a nuclear holocaust that nearly wiped out Canada. A brother or sister whom died when your home town was invaded by vampires. A scar or bruise that you now have but can’t remember the zombie that almost killed you last night. The monster in your window at night, staring at you, but the local telepath is sending out waves of soothing feelings in order to make you forget. Why do you think you just suddenly get scared? What did you see, but want to forget. There’s a reason why that episode of Doctor Who is so popular.
What doesn’t require the reaction of a heavily armed and well trained group can be taken care of by associate groups affiliated with us. We can’t be every where, but we can send resources where they need to go. These contacts took years to develope, and it took the near destruction of the planet for the people before me to cut all the red tape.
I have inherited the keys to a lot of jobs and missions from many organizations and groups. Most had no choice, but all of them were desperate for someone unaffected by the recent attack by Kain. I never really described what he did … but it was incredible destruction, that was thankfully kept inside of the wilds of Russia, so no casualties outside of the groups that stood against him. So now you know what it is that we do.
Hopefully you can forgive us for what we do. But it needs to be done.
Summary: A post-GITF sick-fic UA. What if Rose had come away with more than nightmares after her run-in with the clockwork droids? What if her trust in the Doctor had been so fractured that she’d been afraid to tell him? And what if that broken trust might just lead to a dangerous situation for Rose? Will the Doctor be able fix it in time? Note: Trigger warning for non-explicit DV, self-loathing, PTSD, medical emergency.
Notes: Helloooooo shiny people! I can’t believe we’re finally here- THE EPILOGUE! The very final chapter of this fic, which was written for the @doctor-rose-events classic tropes event. Thank you all for coming on this crazy ride with me- I couldn’t have done it without you and you’re all fabulous.<3 I hope this brief look at a very different future with Rose and the Doctor (I couldn’t help kicking Doomsday in the bum, repeatedly) will leave us all in a good place, and with hope going forward. There’s ALWAYS hope, and no one is broken beyond repair. To that end, I’ll be posting a non-fic chapter in the next day or two with a list of trauma, counselling and DV resources that my wonderful people around the world have sent me. Keep an eye out for that in the next few days.I hope that you’ve all enjoyed this story, and I have to give a big shoutout to everyone who has encouraged me and left comments, the ladies on Fangirlia who have listened to me whine and complain incessantly, Aintafraidanoghosts for listening to me whine on chat EVERY SINGLE DAY, and finally, @rose–nebula, without whom I could not have done this. She’s beta’d every chapter, every week, no matter what crazy time of day or night I’ve sent them, and supported me emotionally and mentally when I was ready to fling a chapter into the abyss or set it on fire. I could not have done this without you, my dear. Thank you more than I can say <3 <3 <3 All mistakes are mine, and of course all recognisable dialogue from the episode belongs to one Mr RTD. I hope you enjoy!
“Jack! Thank God. Are you in Cardiff?” Rose clutched the mobile to her ear, watching in disbelief as the Doctor smacked the TARDIS console with a mallet.
“Rosie! Yeah, Mickey and I are at headquarters. Why? Is everything OK?”
The TARDIS jolted.
“Behave!” the Doctor snapped, scowling at the console.
“Oh my…hold on Jack- Doctor, stop smacking her!” Rose snapped. “Have you lost your mind?”
“She won’t do it, Rose! She’s resisting!”
“Rose?” Jack’s tone was suddenly sharp, all semblance of relaxed chit-chat gone. “What’s going on?”
“We’re flying down the highway, chasing a taxi driven by a robot santa, that’s what’s goin’ on!”
“What? What highway? Where are you?”
“London.” Rose took over holding down various knobs from the Doctor as he inched closer to the door. “Specifically, chasin’ a woman in a weddin’ dress to Chiswick, or wherever this robot is takin’ her.” She closed her eyes and ignored Donna’s screeched “Oh, you are kidding me!” as the TARDIS scraped the road beside the taxi, the bump almost knocking Rose off her feet.
“Rose? What the hell is happening?”
“You’ve got to jump!” the Doctor shouted, almost hanging out of the doorway.
“Who’s jumping?” Jack demanded.
“It’ll take too long to explain! Look, I need you to do somethin’ for me Jack- quickly!”
“What do you need?”
“I need you to find out everything you can about a woman who’s booked to get married at St Mary’s Church in Chiswick today. Her name’s Donna.”
“Last name?”
“Dunno. Once you’ve got it from the church, I need you to run it on every system you have- find out everythin’ about her.”
“Why?”
“Because she showed up on the TARDIS while she was in mid-flight, Jack! Just appeared in the middle of the vortex!”
There was a gasp. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not kiddin’! I don’t have time to kid! I need you to do it now, Jack, please!”
“On it.” She heard Jack barking orders to someone beside him to call the church, followed by the clack of a keyboard moments later. “I’ll dig up everything I can, Rosie.”
“Thanks,” she exhaled, staring in disbelief as Donna hesitated to jump out of the taxi. “Quick as you can, Jack! There’s somethin’ weird going on here.”
“Whatever that thing is, it needs you,” the Doctor pleaded with Donna, stretching out his arm. “And whatever it needs you for, it’s not good! Now, come on!”
I have been thinking very much about verbal communication between people lately- and how insufficient and defective it is. I mean, I have known this since my translation studies at university, but anyway.
We are all energetic beings, emitting frequencies and vibes- so we connect with other beings with similar vibes. It feels like heaven to connect with someone- and then -BOOM- words are written or spoken and suddenly you can feel that language is not able to convey these vibes. So language is having a lower frequency than your connection and it starts mingling with the initially higher vibes.
I have read somewhere that the original communication between humans was telepathy- and I have to say that this resonates very much with me.
Hero vs Villain, mind controller vs mind controller.
This, the hero thought, is the most obvious trap I’ve ever seen.
The entrance to the building where the hero’s sister was supposedly kept was completely unguarded. During the hours the hero had spent surveilling the place, no one had either entered or exited the organization’s HQ. The hero wouldn’t even be surprised if they were to find the door unlocked.
The suspicious circumstances didn’t matter, though—the hero still had to go in there. It was their sister, after all. They’d tear that damn building to the ground if they had to.
Well, then. They put the binoculars down and stepped out of the car. After taking a deep breath, they began to walk toward the entrance of the blatantly obvious trap. Bring it on.
“Stop.”
The hero’s body froze. They’d never heard the voice before, but they knew who it belonged to. There was only one person they knew of that could make someone’s muscles lock up in the middle of a step with a single word.
“You know it’s a trap, right? That they’re just using that girl as bait?” The villain’s voice was smooth, even when they weren’t using their power.
“Back off,” the hero said, struggling against the command that was keeping their feet glued to the ground. “This doesn’t concern you.”
Steps approached them from behind their back. The hero tried to turn around, but the command wouldn’t let them.
“When someone with a power like yours is about to deliver themselves to an organization like theirs, it concerns everyone,” the villain replied. “They’d keep the girl as leverage, and you’d be their obedient little mind-controlling weapon for the rest of our miserable lives. Someone has to stop you, and, well… I’m the only one who can, aren’t I?”
The sheer arrogance in the villain’s words made a dangerous mixture of fury and pride pulse through the hero’s veins. “Oh,” they said, “don’t be so sure.”
The hero gathered all the willpower they could muster and directed it into one single motion—tilting their head slightly to the side. As far as movements went, it wasn’t exactly an impressive feat, but it did the trick. They managed to send a glance over their shoulder, and their eyes locked with the villain’s. The villain cursed and tried to look away, but it was already too late.
“You don’t want to be here,” the hero thought, pushing the message deep into the villain’s mind. “You don’t care about this. You want to…”
“Close…” the villain said through gritted teeth. The hero shuddered as the power of the villain’s voice filled the air, but they kept going, digging deeper into the villain’s subconsciousness.
“… leave. You want to leave this place and go far, far away.”
The villain’s mental shields were strong, but not as strong as the hero’s notorious eyes. No shields were. Sooner or later, they always cracked, leaving the person’s mind wide-open for the hero’s suggestions.
The hero pushed harder. A piercing headache was forming in their temples, but they couldn’t stop now. They only had one shot at this. They had to crack those shields.
A satisfying amount of fear glimmered in the villain’s eyes when they involuntarily had to take a step back, but they still managed to force out, “Your…”
The hero was close now. Their headache kept growing stronger and their limbs had started to shake, but the villain’s mental shields were cracking. One more push, and the villain’s mind would be theirs. “In fact, you were never even here. You’re not going to remember… “
The villain clenched their fists, and even as they were slowly backing away, they managed to draw a deep breath before letting out a desperate, guttural roar.
“Eyes.”
The power of the finished sentence hit the hero like a punch in the face. The mental link broke as their vision turned black. They gasped and dropped to their knees, and somewhere behind them, they heard the villain do the same. The villain’s first command had lost its power, but the hero doubted that they would have been able to move anyway even if they’d tried. They were completely drained, mentally and physically, and they couldn’t see.
“You’re strong, I’ll give you that,” the villain finally said, breathing heavily. “Just… stay still, would you? And for god’s sake, keep your eyes closed.”
The hero followed the villain’s commands, because no matter how hard they tried to open their eyes, they stubbornly remained shut. They heard the villain get up on their feet, close the distance between them, and then crouch in front of them. The villain cupped the hero’s face in their hand, tilting it up. The hero couldn’t even flinch.
“I’ll be damned,” the villain murmured. “One of the most feared individuals on the planet, literally brought to their knees. How many people have ever even seen this pretty face up close and lived to tell about it?”
“You make it sound like I’m some kind of fairytale monster.”
“You do have a reputation.”
If the hero had been able to move, they would have shrugged. Considering the things they’d done for the greater good over the years, they suspected that their reputation wasn’t that far away from the truth. For people like the villain, they probably werea monster.
The hero’s sister, on the other hand, wasn’t.
“You have to let me go,” the hero whispered. “My—”
“Your sister is being extracted as we speak.”
An explosion of relief erupted in the hero’s chest, and for the first time since they’d found out about the kidnapping, they felt like they could properly breathe again. Then, reality kicked in, reminding them of who they were dealing with. The short moment of peacefulness turned back into fear.
“You’re not rescuing her, are you?” the hero said hoarsely. “You’re just taking her for yourself.”
“I told you I was here to stop you. I never said I was here to save you.” A blindfold was tied tightly around the hero’s head. “That organization isn’t the only one who’d like to have an obedient little mind-controlling weapon at hand.”
The hero opened their mouth, but before they could voice any sort of objection, the villain calmly continued, “Just be quiet and do as I say.”
The hero’s mouth closed, and just like that, their final way of communication was gone. Pure terror spread through their body. They couldn’t see, they couldn’t move, and now, they couldn’t even speak. Minutes ago, they’d been the unofficial apex predator of the world, and now they were helpless. Truly, utterly helpless.
“It really is a shame that I’ll never get to see those pretty eyes of yours again, but considering that insane amount of power you just demonstrated, I think I can live with that. Putting a leash on you might actually be doing the world a favor.” The villain laughed quietly. “Come on. Follow me.”
The villain took the hero’s hand in theirs and stood up. With an obedient body and frantically screaming mind, the hero followed.
