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incognitopolls · 2 months
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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
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yurianimemangaworld · 6 months
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Foreheadpathy = Gal Pals
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one-time-i-dreamt · 3 months
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I was communicating telepathically with a German shepherd puppy. Her name was Greta and she and I were besties.
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the-moon-devi · 1 year
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If ya'll have aqaurius or gemini in your big 6, even if it's degrees. Don't tell people your ideas, dont even let too many people in your space when your in the energy of creating espicially if you have water mixed in your chart! Your mind is so powerful. All the new ideas you hold hop on them, because I've noticed for myself even when I don't say anything here come somebody doing the same thing I thought about. Aqaurius/Gemini are like the brains/thinkers of the zodiac and they are master manifestors. It is so easy for ya'll to break into people's mind telepathically. You may not have talked about your idea outloud but some people pick up on that mentally. So be careful .....
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vesperalia · 5 months
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"Telepathy" [Digital Collage; 2023] --- {Prints Available}
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thepalecrawlers · 5 months
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Ghost warns roommates about a murderer
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jareckiworld · 3 months
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Osamu Kobayashi — Telepathy (oil on canvas, 2024)
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billiuspendragon · 15 days
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I wonder if Saiki has ever had trouble telling whether a thought belongs to him or someone else.
How did he even form an identity with other people pouring into him at all times?
I really want to explore this idea but I'm unsure how just yet.
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bunny-yan · 1 year
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Telepathic!Yandere x GN!Reader
TW: language, this one is pretty tame, still no minors
This sucked.
You were at the supermarket, walking lackadaisically through the produce aisle, shivering your ass off because you refused to bring your jacket due to it being eighty-five degrees outside. The sweat, from the natural sauna you called a planet, had begun to dry and you were in this weird area between moist and dry that made you want to take a cheese grater to your skin. 
You felt gross. You wanted a bath, but your ex-boyfriend insisted that you get groceries because your fridge was bordering empty from the last get together you hosted with your friends, so cleanliness would have to wait. 
“Boyfriend.”
What was that? You couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your pores wailing at the cruel frozen torture they endured. 
“Boyfriend. And I told you that you could wear my jacket. You’re just being stubborn.”
There it was again. Maybe the abrupt change in temperature your body endured was causing you to hear things. It wasn’t the craziest assumption. You often got light-headed or nosebleeds when it was too hot so you couldn’t be too far off. 
“You aren’t funny.”
If only you were joking. If this was a light, happy moment you might’ve teased him about the two of of you still being together but you didn’t want to be. You didn’t want to be here, getting groceries with him. 
“Okay first of all, ouch. Second, can we not do this right now? I don’t feel like having this talk.”
Talk. A funny way to phrase it considering you weren’t speaking. You’d been giving him the silent treatment ever since you found out, trying to figure if there was some way you could keep your private thoughts private, but it was a concept that wouldn’t exist as long as you were near him. He didn’t care about your privacy as long as he could spy on you. 
“I don’t spy. We’ve had this conversation. You act like I’m doing this on purpose.” 
Whether he was doing it on purpose or not didn’t matter. It was the fact that he could. And he did. 
You’d spent the majority of your relationship ignorant of what your seemingly perfect boyfriend could do, feeling like a dumbass when it slipped out during one of the many fights you had. 
He mentioned something about how handsy a drunk guy was getting with you at a party to somehow insinuate that you were being unfaithful, something that he shouldn’t have known considering he was allegedly visiting his parents. 
“I was visiting my parents. You don’t have to be suspicious about every thing I said I was doing.”
You supposed it was true. He didn’t have to follow you around in order to know what you were doing. Just a quick scan of your brain and he knew everything down to what you had for breakfast. It was you who were left wondering if everything in your relationship was a lie. 
You wished he’d never told you the truth. 
You wouldn’t spend every moment of your relationship wondering whether or not each moment you shared was a fabricated. You could ask, but how would you know the truth? You always felt like it was odd that there was never an uncomfortable silence hanging awkwardly between the two of you. You’d never had a conversation last for as long as it usually did between the two of you. He always seem to know just what to say, especially on those dark days and it made you feel like he was the one. But he wasn’t. He just cheated his way into your heart. 
“So, what? You would’ve preferred our relationship be a lie?”
That’s what it was. Built on lies. It was strange that you considered it a relationship at all considering you were just dating a replica of your ideal person. This wasn’t real. You wanted to end it so you could move on with your life. 
“You’re not breaking up with me. As soon as you allow yourself to take a moment, you’ll realize that you’re being ridiculous. I’m not going to let you end this on a selfish whim. You know what? Fine.”
He grabbed your hand, placing the keys in them before going to push the basket forward. 
“You can go wait in the car where you’ll be out of my range. I’m tired of hearing this. We’ll talk about it when we get home.”
You could just take the car and leave him stranded in the middle of the supermarket. 
“You won’t. Now will you stop being such a brat and go wait for me in the car? Please?” 
You glared at him, unable to find refuge in your thoughts. The silent treatment only served to make you more frustrated since he wasn’t cut off from communicating with you. Walking towards the car, you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize you had been dating such an asshole. 
“Always for you.”
You didn’t like it one bit.
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spiritualseeker777 · 9 days
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starch1ldz · 29 days
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Telekinetic & Telepathic!Spencer Reid au mood board because in insane
(Add on to @hotchfiles and @wheelsup30 X-Men au posts. They are very smart and thank Leos genius for this au)
In my head Spencer has both telekinesis and telepathy, but he can only read minds if he's touching the person. In this au that would be another reason on top of germs that he dislikes handshakes and so on because reading people's minds without being prepared for the onslaught of thoughts feelings and memories from other people would be rather overwhelming.
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caicie · 8 days
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People be acting like Saiki is wrong for not wanting anything to do with others like. Do you remember being in high school? Do you remember being a teenager? When everything hurt and your feelings weren’t really your own and you’re trying not to disappoint your family but you’re understanding less and less as each class goes by and you want to fit in so you act different but you hate who you are and you don’t know where all these thoughts and emotions are coming from and above else you’re always, always tired? Now imagine that, multiplied by every student in Saiki’s school and him being forced to listen to all of it, feel all of it, every single day. Dude, I wouldn’t want anything to do with anyone either. It’s hard enough just keeping yourself afloat.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 3 months
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There was this wildly popular comic strip but the only way to read it was by driving in the middle of the road and it would be telepathically beamed into your mind.
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gameraboy2 · 9 months
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Aquaman (1967)
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etirabys · 1 year
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I have a new idea for telepaths
normally they're more powerful than non-telepaths, yes? I want a kind that's useful/powerful because they can read minds, but they can't edit, and moreover they are in theory hackable by anyone
If you grab a telepath and think your thoughts really hard at them, they can't tell it apart from their own mental narration, so it's like force schizophrenia-ing them
You need some skill to do this, because most strangers' thoughts don't feel like your own, so the telepath will go "wanting to kill the president is clearly a crazy thought, I'm not doing that", or "you're beaming into my head that I'm in love with you and will do anything for you, but you didn't convincingly swap subject and object"
but if you're artful you can slip in thoughts and impulses that they can't distinguish from their own. And if they're vulnerable you don't need to be artful, because they're not paying enough attention to guard against strangerthoughts
this has the nice property that instead of a kind of fuzzy "strength" stat that telepaths typically have in fiction, the best telepaths are going to be those who have such a unique mental narration that they're hard to mess with
it might be a good trick for a budding telepath to immediately start thinking (but not speaking) in a particular accent, but that's forgeable
but being a genuinely weird thinker is hard to forge
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