#Telepathy

[artisticbeings]

Or...

Zorf: Why will you only play 10 seconds of the chorus of a song?? And why is THAT line on repeat?? Please play the whole song!

Adhd Human: Sorry, I can't!

Telepathic aliens enjoy that humans will "play music" for hours at a time. When it's too mentally quiet on deck, they just announce the catchiest song titles they know and the humans will start thinking about it automatically.

The humans hate this so, so much.

Zorf: Human Steve, can you please play that song I like, the one with all the females

Steve: what

Zorf: A little bit of Monica in my life

Steve:

Steve: mother fu--

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I was a bat with the power to turn invisible and also could telepathically affect people to make them understand bat language. Me and my bat friends were solving crimes, and in the dream we were trying to get rid of a man who bought a part of our forest to build a mall. 

[velvet4510]

Let’s not ignore the fact that Sir Ian McKellen is the one who really kicked off Erik’s thinly veiled obsession with Charles’ telepathy. I mean, have you HEARD this man’s voice when he asks Charles, “Can’t you read my minnnnnndd??” during the police standoff in X1? In context it’s a pretty cold comment, and yet he somehow manages to make it sound incredibly taunting and incredibly suggestive at the same time. And ofc the amazing Fassbender took that hint and RAN with it in the prequels. But McKellen planted the seed.

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Telepathic Whumpee accidentally projecting their nightmares into the others' heads or vice versa, Telepathic Caretaker being alerted to Whumpee's nightmares when they accidentally absorb them and feeling like they've invaded their privacy

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Prompt 147

At first, Geralt just thinks that he's just getting them stuck in his head. But they keep getting harder and harder to dismiss. The songs. Jaskier's voice haunting him, being guided to his ears by the breeze while he's in the midst of a fight, just so happening to relay to him information or reminders or motivation. "A cliff hangs over the water, tides are angry below~" Jaskier's voice lilts in Geralt's head in the midst of fighting a beast. There WAS a cliff nearby- Geralt ends up leading the creature right off the edge into the water, saving his life, and all because he got a lyric of Jaskier's stuck in his head. He can't recall which one of Jaskier's MANY songs it's from, but he's sure it's from one of them... "Swallow, the swallow, the swallow~ There sings the swallow, the swallow, the swallow~ Dear gods, the swallow, the swallow, the swallow!~" Jaskier's voice sang in Geralt's mind one other fight, when Geralt was stubbornly refusing to take potions. The griffin had retreated but Geralt knew it'd be back. He wanted to be on his guard. He could take a potion after. For now he had to scan the treeline. "The swallow, the swallow, THE SWALLOW!~" Fine, Jaskier! He'll drink the damn Swallow. He doesn't remember which song this line is from either... But Jaskier has travelled with him for twenty years. Some songs don't make it past a single line. Some get completely rewritten. Some are completely improvised around a campfire when tipsy. Just because Geralt can't remember them, doesn't mean they weren't songs of Jaskier's. Perhaps he didn't perform them on stage like some of his greater hits, but maybe Geralt heard him test it out and write it in his notebook before ultimately scratching through the words and tossing the idea out. "Don't dare, I swear, don't give me such a scare~ I'll mend you, I'll tend you, make sure it does not end you~ I'll kiss your hand and wash your hair, but only if you make it there~ Geralt, get up, come find my care, instead of bleeding everywhere~ Condemned you, pretend you, are dying where they sent you~ I'll defend you, Intend to, once I find where they have lent you~" Geralt is stuck lying on his side in the middle of a valley, bleeding profusely, and he KNOWS he's never heard that song from Jaskier. He wouldn't get it stuck in his head. He wouldn't. He's hearing it for the first time. At first he thinks he's hallucinating Jaskier's voice. Perhaps he's dying, and the world is trying to give him one last peace by letting him hear his bard one last time... But the bard's song is not a farewell. It's the antithesis of one. Somehow his bard is sending him a message.

[love-and-books320]

the "he would not fucking say that" trope except it's a mind reader reading someone's else's fantasy of them and they're like...i would never say that

[yurianimemangaworld]

Foreheadpathy = Gal Pals

[cosmicportal]

Sit alone in silence and feel everything.

[thatcrazymind]

on this blog ,,mutant and proud” includes telepaths

[hearts4mica]

Yes, Im a telepath. So what?

Batfam x Telepath Batsib Reader! (Request)

Batsib!Reader was born with telepathic powers

(or that’s what they thought) since they never met their parents because their parents were afraid of what would happen and they decided to leave Batsib!Reader to figure it out on themselves.

My masterlist if you wanna check it out

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September 1st 2001

You woke up normally as any other day in your boring life. You lazily stretch out of bed and grabbed your cup of water. You sit down thinking of your life choices then- “3,2,1”

Suddenly Dick your big brother bursts through the door.

“Morning birdie! Excited for your first day of school?” He said in an excited tone as he started trashing your closet looking for- a coloring book?

“What are you looking for?” You ask plainly even though you already know it because duh powers.

“Nothingg” He answered quickly and left the room. Does he think im dumb?

anyways you don’t care so you just stood up grabbed your clothes and went to the bathroom

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Anyways now im here eating breakfast with these idiots i call brothers and Alfred!

“So…excited for your first day?” Tim asks. No i’m not.

“Why are yall acting as if it’s my first day in kindergarten its just Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters a place where everyone is like me” you continue eating your food normally

“Just ignore Drake he is dumb. And Grayson is just excited that you are starting in a new school with new people” Damian says while sitting down on the chair.

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This place was made for people like me.

As your walking around this place you cant help but notice that this place feels welcoming.

“Hello are you new here?” An unkown voice asks you.

You turn around and look at this new person

“Yes i am who are you?” “I am Professor Charles Xavier i run this place.” Oh so he is the famous Charles Xavier? Good to know

“Well it was nice to meet you professor Charles but i have to go to my classes.”

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Now im in my first class sitting beside a dude called “Angel”? Well atleast thats what i think since thats whats in his head-

“Hey” this angel dude looks at you

You just blankly stare at him

He continues looking at you but as he sees that you arent answering he continues.

“Ahem… i didnt catch your name?” What the-

“I didnt throw it” This dude

He continues “My name is Warren Kenneth Worthington III” long ass name

“I am Reader! Wayne”

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The school day finally ends and now you’re waiting for Alfred to pick you up.

You see the car park infront of you so you get in and Damian is inside

“Hello Dami” you give him a side hug as you sit down “Hello Alfred”

“Hello young Master/Miss” Alfred greets you happily

“Hello sister. How was your first day at school?” Damian asks you blankly

“It was…good? I guess.”

“Well young Master/Miss prepare yourself since Master Dick is excited and he’s gonna ask you a bunch of questions when we get back to the manor” Alfred says

“Yeah i kinda imagined it”

Maybe a new school isnt that bad after all?

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A/N

Thanks for reading! I apologise if its not that good since its my first time writing a fanfic!

A special thanks for the person that requested this for me i hope you enjoyeed!

Requests are open!

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

My grandma died, but she could still talk to me via telepathy. She kept insisting I sell my cat.

[rivai-hana]

Telepathy of levi and hange 💚💜

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

Can I request platonic yandere jean grey x teen reader who is another telepathic like her

MOURNING SUN

Synopsis. You had lost everything: your sister, your life, and your peace of mind. You felt empty, trapped by the guilt of a mutation that destroyed everything you once knew. There was nothing left, except the unbearable weight of what you had lost. But Jean was there, determined to show you that pain wasn’t everything, that your suffering didn’t define your existence. She would make you realize that there was still hope, that the sun would shine in your life again.

pairing ── Yandere! Jean Grey x Telepath! Reader (platonic fic)

Content. MDNI ── Dark themes, violence/death, blood, insolation, invasion of privacy, inavision of mind, kidnapping, delusion, Angst, murdering, suicide attempt, Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Gaslight, Mental Illness, Corruption, Isolation, Paranoia, Manipulation.

A/N ── English is not my first language—Spanish— First request from Jean! Thank you for presenting the situation. I don’t think I’ve developed it much, but I’ve tried to convey what I imagined based on your description. If you feel that it doesn’t fully reflect what you wanted or if any part doesn’t convince you, don’t hesitate to let me know. I can adjust it or redo it from scratch. I want to make sure the result is to your liking, so any suggestions you have will be more than welcome.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... met you on a day that seemed to her to be the most radiant. The sun was slowly rising, dyeing the cold sky with warm hues, as the city began to awaken, still immersed in the tranquil murmur of the morning. She had gone out to escape, to be alone, to distance herself from the emotional whirlwind of her life, especially from Scott, whose presence no longer comforted her and whose marriage was on the brink of collapse. It was not yet the time for city bustle, but as she turned a corner, an explosion of despair flooded her mind: a heartbreaking scream, followed by feverishly exalted thoughts. "She’s going to jump!" Who was going to jump?

Yandere! Jean Grey who... looking up, her clear eyes met a scene that paralyzed her heart. A young woman, standing on the edge of a luxurious skyscraper, on the brink of giving in to the fall. Jean knew it, her instinct told her she had to intervene, that she had to save you, to give you a chance you didn’t know you still had. And although she shouldn’t have done it since if it was your wish she had to respect it, something deep within her urged her to move, and before she could think further, she saw you slip from the edge, falling into the void. In the blink of an eye, Jean detached from the ground, extending her telekinetic power, and caught you in mid-air as if you were a feather carried by the wind.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... as she held you in her arms, not only saved you from the fall but also penetrated your thoughts, trying to calm you gently. "It’s okay, you’re safe now. There will always be a tomorrow," she thought, but her words met your horrified gaze, and what she least expected was your response. “Are you like me?” you asked, and at that moment, Jean understood with heartbreaking clarity what you had just gone through. You had tried to take your own life because of your mutation, due to the burden of a power you didn’t know how to control. Telepathy… strong, very strong. Like hers.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... when she finally touched the ground, she landed softly, but was met by a whirlwind of screams and insults. The young woman’s parents, an elderly couple with excessive elegance, looked at her with disdain. Jean had thought about explaining the situation to them, suggesting the option of sending you to Xavier’s School to learn how to manage your overflowing telepathy, but the reception was violent. “Y/N! Get away from that freak!” your mother shouted, pulling you away from her embrace, as if you were distancing yourself from her, as if Jean’s touch was a curse. “How dare you touch my little girl, monster!” your father exclaimed, raising his arms, horrified by what he saw.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... didn’t hear them. Her attention was fixed on you, on the growing storm in your mind, where your thoughts began to overflow, screaming inside. She couldn’t ignore it; desperation grew and grew, and in an instant, an explosion of destructive power was unleashed. The energy you emitted swept everything away: the crowd was knocked down, your parents were thrown to the ground, and Jean herself lost her balance, while nearby cars flipped over and windows of nearby buildings shattered in a rain of glass. At that moment, Jean knew: you had to get out of there. She couldn’t let you destroy yourself, she couldn’t let the world sink you further. Your pain had touched her deeply, and she could no longer walk away.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... had no choice but to leave due to the insistence of your parents, their words laden with hatred and rejection pushing her to retreat. But before she left, she connected directly with you, her telepathic voice resonating soft and firm in your mind. "Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you. I’ll get you out of here, I promise." It was a promise that didn’t need to be said out loud, but that imbued every fiber of her being as she walked away with a facade of feigned resignation. Back at the mansion, Jean couldn’t get you out of her mind. Even when the news showed her intervention, and her teammates began to question her, her mind remained with you. "Jean, you can’t be this reckless, you could have put yourself in danger, I—" Logan began, but her wild and distant gaze interrupted him, freezing him in place. "She needed my help, and I gave it to her," she replied with a coldness they had never seen before. "Don’t question my methods, and even less the consequences. Besides, what do you care what I do, Wolverine?" Her voice was calm, but charged with an intensity that left everyone, even Charles, completely stunned.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... could not contain herself for long before seeking you out again. The promise she had made burned in her mind like an unquenchable flame. Days had passed since the incident, and although your parents had tried to hide you, your thoughts were too loud for Jean not to find you. It didn’t take her long to track your location, sensing the repressed fear in your mind, the loneliness that suffocated you.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... appeared before you in the darkness of your room, her silhouette wrapped in an unsettling calm. You didn’t need to ask how she got there; you knew. "I told you," she thought, her voice resonating in your mind like a familiar whisper, "I came back for you." Without giving you time to respond, she extended a hand toward you, not physically, but through her telepathic connection. You could feel the security and determination in her thoughts, a beacon of protection wrapping around you. "You no longer have to stay here. You don’t deserve this. I will protect you."

Yandere! Jean Grey who... Without hesitation, she took you, gliding with surgical precision through the night. In her mind, there was no doubt: it wasn’t just to protect you, it was because no one else could understand you like she did. No one else could give you the peace you didn’t even know you were missing. Her connection with you was deeper than you could ever imagine, and in that moment, she decided that nothing and no one would come between you. She used her telekinesis to make you defy the laws of gravity, though she made sure that while you soared through the clouds with her, you wouldn’t let go of her firm protective grip.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... became furious when Charles reprimanded her for bringing you to the school without your parents' consent. His calm yet severe voice echoed in her mind like an irritating echo: "Jean, this not only affects the school, but the entire mutant community. Acting impulsively can have disastrous consequences." But Jean remained unfazed. Her response was firm, with an intensity that even made the mansion's founder falter. "If anything happens, I will take full responsibility. This is the right thing to do, Charles. She needed help, and I gave it to her." Before leaving the room, Jean returned to you, still shaken by the sudden change in your life. Her face softened her gestures as she leaned toward you, her lips brushing your forehead in a protective gesture. "Welcome to your new home," she thought, letting the warmth of her words settle in your mind.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... decided that no one else would have the privilege of teaching you. She assigned herself as your tutor, convinced that no one could understand your abilities and challenges like she could. The first days were difficult; your self-confidence was nonexistent, and your powers were overflowing. But Jean was patient, yet unyielding. "You are not weak," she thought one day while guiding you through a training session. You were sitting opposite each other, her hands brushing against yours to share the flow of telepathic energy. "You are stronger than you think. I know it, and soon you will too." Slowly, with her guidance, you began to control the echoes of the minds that tormented you, the chaos that you once thought was impossible to manage.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... made every moment together special. After each training session, she took you to meditate under the sun, often in the backyard of the mansion or even on the nearby hills. The wind caressed her hair as both of you closed your eyes, synchronizing your breaths and minds. Jean found peace in those moments, a calm she hadn’t felt in years. “Silence is not emptiness,” she thought, sharing her thoughts with you as you both felt the energy of the surroundings, “it is strength, and it is within you.”

Yandere! Jean Grey who... loved taking you flying. It was her favorite activity with you, her way of showing you that the world wasn’t as terrible as you believed. When she sensed your spirits dropping, she simply took your hand and, with a serene smile, ascended with you to the heights. The fresh air brushed against your face as you held onto her, her grip firm but filled with tenderness. “Look,” she thought, pointing to the horizon, “all of this can be yours. The world is bigger than your fears, and I will be with you to face it.” And in those moments, you felt that maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... became your safest refuge. Every night, before you fell asleep, she made sure you were okay. There was something in her embrace, in the way she wrapped you in her arms and whispered thoughts of comfort into your mind. The first time she did it, you felt uncomfortable; you weren’t used to such closeness. But over time, those hugs became a ritual you looked forward to. “Sleep peacefully,” she said, tucking your hair behind your ear as she watched you close your eyes. In her mind, you were not just a student. You were her sister, her best friend, and her daughter all at once. A connection that no one else would understand or share.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... felt the heartbreaking echo of your thoughts even before you uttered a single word. You were sitting together on a quiet afternoon, after one of your training sessions, when the sadness of your emotions began to seep through your mental connection. She didn’t ask. She knew you would eventually share it. And you did. Your voice was low, almost a whisper, as you described the story you had kept in the darkest corner of your heart. Your older sister had been the first to manifest her mutation: her bluish skin, her vibrant hair. You had admired her, although your parents saw it as a curse. Their rejection was swift and brutal. "They threw her out," you said, your voice trembling, "they kicked her out of the house like she was trash."

Yandere! Jean Grey who... shut her eyes tightly as you continued, each word like a knife plunging into her mind. Your parents' cruelty didn’t stop there. They didn’t just repudiate her; they called in an anti-mutant group, handing her over to their hands filled with hate. You saw it all, hidden behind the curtains, your small figure trembling with fear as those men dragged her in front of your house. "She screamed my name," you whispered with a broken tone. "She asked for help, but I... I did nothing. How could I? I was only eight."

Yandere! Jean Grey who... felt her fury grow as you mentioned how your parents closed the curtains, ignoring your sister’s screams as she was murdered. They didn’t let the horror of the world enter their home. But you saw it all. Every moment of her agony was etched in your memory, and since then, you knew you feared the day you would also develop a mutation.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... listened, motionless, as you continued. Your powers came suddenly, accompanied by the voices of strangers resonating in your mind. They tried to hide you, to keep you as an embarrassing secret. "They said they would pray for me," you said with a bitter attempt to laugh, "but all they did was ignore me." The voices never stopped, and over time, they began to overflow you. Desperate and alone, you decided to end it all. "But I love them," you murmured finally, your words like a dagger in Jean's heart. "They are my parents... the only ones I have... I can’t hate them, even after everything."

Yandere! Jean Grey who... felt her blood boil upon hearing that. How could you love those who had done you so much harm? Who had destroyed your sister and pretended to ignore your suffering? For Jean, that love was incomprehensible, unacceptable. But she didn’t say it. Instead, she pulled you close, embracing you with a tenderness that contradicted the fury burning inside her. "They don’t deserve you," she thought firmly, although she never shared it directly with you. But she felt it. That dark spark growing within her. An insatiable desire to completely remove you from them.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... from that day on, protected you even more fiercely. She made sure you never had to remember that past. She always found ways to keep you occupied, whether it was in training, flying together, or simply in silence, feeling her comforting presence. Every night before you went to sleep, she ensured you were safe, that no one would ever hurt you again.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... watched silently from the dining room window when your parents arrived at the mansion, accompanied by a pair of police officers. The X-Men were gathered in the hallway when they heard, and Charles quickly began to try to talk to them, but Jean interrupted him. "I need them to leave. This is my battle," Jean said telepathically, her words filtering through like a whisper. Although she said nothing out loud, everyone knew Jean would never allow them to take you back. Your parents, with their cold and haughty demeanor, didn’t even bother to greet the others. “We’ve been looking for you, Y/n,” your mother said, her tone relentless. “It’s time for you to come home.”

Yandere! Jean Grey who... tensed up. The air around her seemed to thicken, charged with dangerous energy. The conversation between the adults continued, but her mind was already consumed with thoughts she didn’t want to hear: “They don’t deserve you. You can’t go with them.”

Yandere! Jean Grey who... looked at you, knowing that, in that moment, your mind was starting to fill with doubts. "I can go with them, can’t I?" you thought, looking at the others. You had learned so much, you felt stronger, more in control of your telepathy. You had the feeling that you could face the world again, without needing to hide. But Jean, so certain that no one could interrupt what she had built, couldn’t bear the idea. "No. You can’t go with them." The words pierced your mind like lightning. Her control over the situation broke, and a fierce torrent of emotions overwhelmed her. Jealousy, despair, rage… Everything exploded at once.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... completely lost control. The feeling of losing you, even if just for a moment, pushed her to the limit. The police officers approached with intentions of taking you back, and in a single motion, Jean raised a mental barrier that disarmed everyone present. Effortlessly, her powers destroyed the police equipment, throwing the officers against the walls with devastating force. Your mother screamed, her face transformed by fear, but before she could react, Jean lifted her off the ground and slammed her against one of the columns.

Your father tried to run, but didn’t have time. Jean stopped him with a gesture, twisting his body until he fell to the ground lifeless, his life snatched away in the blink of an eye.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... felt no remorse. On the contrary. She was taking what she felt was hers. You. "You are no longer theirs," she thought, watching how your mind fragmented between horror and confusion, how you realized what had just happened.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... when she finally approached you, her eyes shone with fierce intensity. "You don’t have to go with them, Y/n," she said telepathically, every word deep and laden with a promise that, in that moment, you knew you could not break. "You are safe now. I am here to protect you." She took you firmly, guiding you toward the exit while the X-Men watched, paralyzed, unable to intervene. There was no one left who could stop her. "She is mine," Jean thought, her mind a torrent of possessive thoughts.

Yandere! Jean Grey who... didn’t return to the X-Men mansion, nor did she even try to explain herself. She simply took you away, to a place where nothing and no one could separate her from you.

A/N ── Really, Jean isn’t my favorite X-Men character, in any game, movie, or comic, but even though I have a personal issue with her, I have to admit that she’s a good character, and I enjoyed writing this. It was short, but I enjoyed it. There’s something fascinating about her complexity, how her power can be both a gift and a curse, and how her inner struggle with controlling her mind and emotions makes her a multidimensional character. It’s not easy to write about someone with so many layers, but despite my reservations, I found it a rewarding experience to explore her perspective. In the end, I think what I found most intriguing about this exercise was being able to understand a bit more of her troubled personality, and while I don’t always sympathize with her, I recognize that her story has a lot to offer.

Take a bath!

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