#phantom horns

[thoughtsofavessel]

i can feel my the spots on my head where my ears stick out and cover the wind on the rest of my head i can feel my tail thwump-ing at a slow pace and contently kicking up some dust and dirt but why can i only see them in our minds eye and not in the physical realm/plane?

[flickery-fluff]

Phantom shifts

(lazy doodle because I got some very vivid phantom horns earlier, which I don't get very often)

( @agathokakolog1cal here :) )

[quaz-art]

Phantom horns emojis !!

F2U with credit (on discord or as ask responses)

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[dragon-and-kitsune]

Yeah, that shower didn’t help.

Not only is the discomfort of my wings still there, at the start of my shower, I went into a really intense head-based phantom shift. Tingling head/face and phantom horns, ears, snout, the whole shebang. It’s the strongest shift I’ve ever felt.

[wave-draws]

In every world, we’ll find each other.

Aprell (c) @dogour

Timont (c) @wave-draws

[quaz-art]

can u please please please make a "phantom antlers" emoji? im part deer and id love it sm

Here you go Anon!

[bittyfromquotev]

I feel horns but I don’t know who the fuck this is

a phighting fictive? Maybe? Because the horns are to the sides of our head and they go left and right respectively then curve upwards.

We don’t know who this is.

[araneomorphic]

Phantom horns origin story

There's no exciting point to this post, I'm just recording this for my own sake.

I first really became aware of my feeling of having horns when I was around seven or eight years old. I think it must have been some sort of stress-response. Or, rather, my way of understanding my own stress-response.

When I became angry, seething without a word like a disgruntled eight year old easily can, I (involuntarily) 'visualized' horns coming out of my head. I could feel their weight, and the odd pseudo-pressure of their protrusion from my skull. I remember the first time I truly became aware: sitting in the principal's office, being told off for (truly accidentally) hurting another kid. I felt like I wasn't being listened to, and as my frustration arose, so did the supernatural sensation of two heavy, bonelike horns erupting from my head. It didn't hurt despite the strange newness, it felt natural.

Realistically, this was probably actually just a sort of pressure in the front of my head from feeling stressed, but interpreted through a sort of fantastical lens. 'Ah, I'm so angry, it's almost demonic! and that feeling at the front of my head, heavy, as if I'm growing horns!' Something like that. But whatever the true cause, it quickly became a mainstay of the mental schematic of my selfness.

When feelings of anger arose, I felt the base of the horns form on my forehead, and I worked to calm myself down to keep them from growing, worried about the purity of my soul. It wasn't the best mechanism of course, but I was an elementary schooler and doing the best I could.

Now, they still frequently appear, though less often as a symptom of displeasure. My horns aren't signifiers of unwelcome anger now. They're just... part of me, I guess.