#telepathy

[miluvin444]

INSTANT Thought Transmission Success Stories With Multiple People + Their POVs (Checking the "3D" does not matter. Circumstances do not matter. The “how” does not matter.) ++ WITH PICTURES

This is honestly the ONLY post you need for thought transmission because it includes different types of people: strangers, people I haven’t spoken to in forever, friends, my boyfriend, family, even celebrities. I did ALL of these in ONE day.

The thought transmission queen is back. I got bored in class and since it's my favorite thing to do, I played around with it again. Treat this as a gift because I've been so busy lately and barely posting!

Got my classmate to text me while I was literally watching him! (Proof that checking the "3D" doesn't matter, it FOLLOWS YOU!)

I got bored and decided to do thought transmission with a random person in class whom I don't really chat on messenger with. Then, I noticed a friend who's sitting at the front row of our Media Law class, listening attentively, and this class was strictly no phones allowed. So I guess, that's my circumstance lol. All I affirmed was "(His name) chatted me." "(His name) is chatting me now." And just basically saturating my mind about the thought that he is chatting me. I then stopped saturating because I wanted to listen to my professor again. But every time I would think of it, I would either repeat my affirmations or reminding myself that "It's already done." I made myself watch the "3D" and honestly, it lowkey made me hesitate because he was just listening to our professor. I had some doubts like "Why would he even do that? We don't even chat." But then I shrugged it off and returned to the fact that "Nope. He is chatting me. No matter what happens, he will chat me." And then, immediately after that, he looked back and signaled me to check my phone because he wants to tell me something. I checked my phone, he chatted me.

2. My best friend who NEVER wears pink, wore pink! (Proof that never is impossible. THIS IS YOUR REALITY!) Okay so she just loves wearing dark colors and swore that she would never wear light colors since it's just not her vibe and she feels weird about it. I guess, that's my circumstance lol. So I decided to choose a color that she hates vividly which is pink. And since we haven't really seen her wearing that color, I was curious what she would look like and so, I decided. "She'll wear pink." "(Her name) is wearing pink." She did! Besides our uniform, she wore a pink cardigan. We also got free ice creams which was a bonus too!!

3. A relative of mine quitted his 44 years of smoking addiction! (Proof that time doesn't matter and you don't need to talk to the person. TALK TO THEM IN YOUR HEAD. THEY RECEIVE IT! )

While I was heading home, our family’s groupchat were flooding messages about this certain relative whom they’ve been concerned about. They’re so worried on the fact that this relative’s health issues are getting worse all because of his smoking addiction. They’re losing hope since all they could remember and know is that he has been addicted to smoking all his life. I guess that’s my circumstance lol. In that moment, I knew I should do something about it so I affirmed: “He is clean and stopped smoking.” “He doesn’t smoke anymore.” Within the day, he posted. He is finally done and started his new chapter.

4. My man did all the things I affirmed! (Proof that they instantly receive your thoughts. It’s two ways. You’re the creator here. You call the shots. If you say they miss you, they really do. It’s not some fake shit. It’s the truth.)

With all the things we went through, I am 100% sure that once you’ve thought of them, they’re thinking of you as well. We would always have those moments and instantly tell each other about that. Everything we think about someone, they 100% instantly receive it. For my man, he says the exact words and does the exact thing that I affirm, all the damn time in real time. He’s a very hard working and busy man at his work. I guess that’s my circumstance lol. Since I got home early, I wanted him to come to my place. “(His name) went to my dorm.” “He loves going to my dorm.” “He wants to go to my dorm.” All of a sudden, he chatted me saying he’ll go to me since “out of nowhere,” they were asked to leave the office early. And we all know that in the law, there’s no such as coincidence.

Since we’re also talking about romantic SP, I also just want to say that I do love haunting my man with my affirmations. I’ve been getting lots of DMs on what I affirm but I’m being for real, I always change my affirmations but one thing’s for sure, it’s always in my favor. So I would go from “(His name) is so obsessed with me.” to “(His name) is madly inlove with me.” Hence why he would always tell me he can’t stop thinking about me and that all he could think about is me. So yes, you don’t have to stick with one affirmation. Just stick with one story.

Besides him going to my dorm, I also manifested him saying “I miss you” to me & him bringing me flowers + medicines. All I affirmed: “He misses me so much.” “He always chats me “I miss you”” and with the flowers and medicines “He bought me flowers and medicines.” Honestly, LOASS is self explanatory. It’s really just that…. simple.

5. A famous celebrity liked my IG story! (Proof that you don’t need to believe, force an emotion, and you don’t have to know each other lol. Thought transmission works for everyone. You are the creator. Thought transmit them in your favor. )

This celebrity came to mind since my friend made them a trend recently. Since I really want to dive deep into different ways on how to prove that thought transmission is real and instant, I specifically wanted a different thing from them which is a like on my story. Not a follow, just a random like on my story. Now how tf would a stranger and even a famous celebrity who doesn’t even follow you like your story? I guess that’s my circumstance lol. I affirmed "They liked my story." What? "They liked my story." But how- "They liked my story." They liked my story.

Did I believe it? Hell no. Did I force an emotion? Hell no. All I did was stick in one story. 6. Someone whom I haven't spoken to since 2019 reached out and sent me a long message! (Proof that distance, time, emotions, 3D does not matter. Nothing really matters. What matters is what you want. Decide. You are the creator here. You control everything and everyone.)

Thought transmission is real and instant. There's no coincidence at all. I affirmed "They chatted me." "They sent me a long message." They instantly received it and responded. Since it's two way, I also felt them wanting to chat me.

With all the different kinds of thought transmission success stories with various of circumstances here, I hope this inspires you to use thought transmission to your advantage. Send them what you want them to do. They instantly receive your thoughts. Thought transmission is real and instant. It's already done. It's already yours. Everything is always working out in your favor. Always in all ways.

[iamahat]

guess them all! miku version 🥬🎶🌟

and happy new year’s eve!

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

W. E. Butler - How To Read The Aura, Practice Psychometry, Telepathy and Clairvoyance - Inner Traditions - 1987 (cover illustration by Maryika Byskiniewicz, cover design by Anthony Sini)

[holespoles]

Guilherme Nunes

The cat tries to use telepathy to cheat on the test, but the duck didnt study either.

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Some Mikus

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[antpop]

More from the old art series where I style the X-men during their day off. I don’t have a name still so I’ll run a poll soon on some name choices.

For Jean, I’ve always wanted to give her a small town girl look. A pretty face but one that would not stand a chance in a place lie New York or LA. I gave her freckles and an unmanicured brow, and a shy expression. For her outfit, a purple sleeveless sweater vest, a white button up, a fiery range mohair skirt, argyle knee high socks, and purple suede booties. She has a gold woven clutch, the phoenix as gold earrings, and an oversized men’s sweater jacket that could have belonged to her father or Scott.

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[aventurineswife]

im so happy your requests are open!your writing is so good 🥹‼️ i eat it up everytime you post!

Can i request a more subtle Yandere Halovian (<- if you want it you can leave it out!) reader with Anaxa, Phainon, and Aventurine?

Reader who is not obvious about it but in ways where is manipulative, decitful, and obsessive?

🥹💕thank you so much if you do write it!

Halo of Obsession, Wings of Deceit

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Subtle Yandere, Manipulative Reader, Obsession, Psychological Tension, Telepathy, Halovian!Reader, Dark Romance, Slow Burn.

Warnings: Mild Violence, Emotional Manipulation, Psychological Abuse, Obsessive Behavior, Dark Themes, References To Trauma, Death Of Loved Ones, Intense Emotional Situations, Mild Blood, Ethical Ambiguity.

A/N: Thank you for your kind words!! <33

You first met him in the ashes. The Deliverer of Okhema—Phainon. To the world, he was a symbol. To you, he was prey.

Halovians were born to entrance: your halo shimmered faintly behind your head, feathers faintly rustling as your voice carried a resonance that soothed or unsettled depending on your intent. You cloaked your obsession well, weaving it into warmth, into companionship. Phainon never saw the strings you wound around him, because he was too busy binding himself with guilt.

“Sometimes,” he confessed one night by the campfire, “I wonder if my flame is meant to burn the world, not save it.” His cyan eyes dimmed, reflecting the coals.

You leaned closer, brushing his arm lightly with your fingers. The gesture was simple, almost accidental—but through your soft telepathy, you planted reassurance deep in his chest. No one else sees you like I do. No one else knows the truth of your burden.

His breath hitched, as though the thought were his own.

Phainon was kind, almost unbearably so. His laughter came easily, his compassion boundless—but every smile carried sorrow beneath it. And you loved him for it. Loved it so much that you began steering his path, gently, carefully. You whispered doubt into his ear about comrades who questioned his resolve. You magnified his reliance on you, until your presence was as vital as his Coreflame.

And he thanked you for it.

When battles ended, his hand would linger on yours, gratitude in his gaze. When the others cheered his victories, he searched only for your nod. Your manipulations wove a reality where you were the sole anchor keeping him afloat.

But obsession is a dangerous fire.

The night he almost broke was the night you nearly lost him. The Strife Titan had driven him to his knees, his sword cracked, his armor scorched. You wove your telepathy like a net around him, amplifying every ounce of his will, feeding it with your own. Rise. Rise for me.

He rose. He burned. He survived.

Later, when the others slept, he cornered you. His voice was ragged. “I heard you. In the battlefield. You were there—in my head.” His eyes searched yours, torn between awe and fear.

You tilted your head, halo glimmering faintly. “I was only reminding you of what you already knew, Phainon. You’re not allowed to fall. Not yet.”

Silence stretched. Then, slowly, he pressed his forehead to yours. His Coreflame mark burned faintly against his throat, and for a moment, you felt his soul’s warmth flicker against your own.

You smiled. He thought it was affection. He never realized it was triumph.

Because now, his survival was no longer his choice. It was yours.

Anaxa was dangerous, but so were you. That was why you adored him.

The Demised Scholar carried the weight of heresies and broken dreams in every word he spoke. His sharp tongue lashed at prophets and tyrants alike, but when you came near, his voice softened. Not by choice—Halovians could tune minds as easily as harps—but because you made it so.

“You’re too quiet,” he said once, aqua eyes narrowing, magenta pupils burning like coals. “Most who linger near me can’t resist arguing. You just…listen.”

You tilted your head, halo flickering in a delicate pulse. “I hear the music in your words. Why would I interrupt?”

That earned a rare laugh, dry and bitter.

You knew what he didn’t: you weren’t listening, you were memorizing. Cataloguing every wound, every vulnerability. You wrapped your obsession in silk, presenting it as admiration. When he raged against the gods, you whispered agreement, fueling his fire. When grief pulled him under, you cloaked his thoughts with your own, feeding him resolve.

To Anaxa, you were the one soul who understood him.

The truth was darker. You wanted to be the only one.

It wasn’t difficult. His peers already despised him, wary of his experiments and defiance. You nudged his paranoia with gentle suggestions: that colleagues mocked him in secret, that students whispered betrayal. He grew more isolated, but leaned closer to you, relying on your presence as his single tether.

One night, deep in his laboratory, surrounded by failed constructs of soul and flame, he confessed. “I think I killed her.” His voice cracked. “My sister. I wasn’t there when the Black Tide came. If I hadn’t chased knowledge, she would’ve lived.”

You touched his hand, letting your feathers brush his ear in a gesture that was half comfort, half claim. “She lives through you. Through your work. Through what you will become.”

His gaze snapped to yours. For the first time, he didn’t see a student, an admirer, a companion. He saw salvation.

And you smiled, because you had rewritten his grief into devotion.

When he attempted his final, forbidden transformation—seeking to merge soul with divinity—you were there, whispering steady guidance through your telepathy. Others might call it manipulation. You called it love.

If he survived, he would belong to you.

If he died, his legacy would still be yours to carry.

Either way, Anaxa could never escape you.

Aventurine was a gambler. And you? You never played fair.

He noticed you the way he noticed all things—calculating odds, weighing risks. A Halovian in Penacony was already a spectacle: your halo shimmered faint gold, your voice carrying an undertone that bent hearts without them realizing. To him, you were a curiosity. To you, he was obsession incarnate.

You played the long game. He thrived on risk, on chaos, but you fed his addiction subtly. A word here, a nudge there—telepathic pulses that made him crave your company the way he craved the roll of dice.

“You’ve got tells, you know,” he teased one evening, lounging across a velvet couch. His eyes gleamed under his glasses. “Every time you want something, your halo flickers. Just a little.”

You feigned a laugh, masking the deliberate pulse you’d trained into your gestures. “And what is it I want, Aventurine?”

His grin widened. “Me, obviously.”

He thought it was a joke. He didn’t realize how true it was.

Unlike others, Aventurine was hard to corner. He thrived on unpredictability, making every relationship a gamble. But you loved that. You mirrored his moves, reflecting charm with charm, danger with danger. Where he bluffed, you called. Where he tested, you raised. It became a dance of risk, except the odds were always yours—because your voice, your halo, your obsession tilted the balance.

He started seeking you out. At games, negotiations, walks under Penacony’s neon sky—he wanted your presence, your perspective. He thought it was fascination. It was dependency.

One night, when a gamble went sour and enemies cornered him, you intervened. Not openly—you whispered fear into their minds, subtle threads of Halovian telepathy that made them doubt, hesitate, retreat. Aventurine never saw it, only the aftermath.

“You’re lucky,” you told him, smiling.

But he shook his head, staring at you with unsettling intensity. “No. That wasn’t luck. That was you.”

The air thickened. For a heartbeat, you feared he’d uncovered everything. Then, his smile curved again, softer this time. “Guess I’ve found my greatest gamble.”

And he meant it.

You’d become his risk, his thrill, his obsession—and he never realized it was the other way around. Every choice he made now bent toward you, every calculation included your presence.

He was a gambler. But you had already stacked the deck.

And when the game ended, it would be you collecting all the winnings.