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Crowned Ghost Prince

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Danyal Phantom

Danny Fenton, Phantom, Danyal Al Ghul, Cursed Al Ghul Heir, Crowned High Prince, Ghost King, Boy King, The Balance.

So many titles, so little meaning, yet so many consequences.

Danyal will endor, he always has.

Danyal has always excelled under pressure, whether it was the weight of his grandfather's expectations or the burden of his own choices. From an early age, he understood, twins were never truly desired. Danyal was attuned to the whispers that surrounded them: that one twin was destined to perish, that one would be deemed lesser, that one would carry a curse. Danyal was acutely aware that they were being tested, that their lessons were being monitored, that only the strongest would survive. And so, Danyal made his choice. He failed the test. Not out of weakness, but out of love. He loved his brother more than he could ever comprehend, and that love meant his brother needed to survive. Their mother, he believed, would protect his brother from here on.

Danyal was dispatched on what he knew would be his final mission. He was aware that those accompanying him had orders to kill him. He understood that his grandfather had betrayed him, forsaking the so-called "cursed" heir. Yet, Danyal resolved not to meet his end without a fight. It was his right as an Al Ghul to resist, to defy his fate with every ounce of strength he possessed. The assassins sent to eliminate him would not return and neither would he. As he prepared for what lay ahead, Danyal clung to one final hope: that his brother would not hate him for abandoning him. He prayed that Damian would understand. However Danyal knew he wouldn't, not if their grandfather could help it.

Danny was to be adopted by the Fentons, who, under the misguided belief that he was possessed by a ghost, sought to "help" him. Ironically, this worked to his advantage, as Danny learned to adapt and perform from them—more so from their daughter. It was a pleasant arrangement, a family without the weight of expectations. He often wondered if Damian would ever experience such a life.

Of course, this was until his death. Death was no stranger to Danyal; he had died many times before. Yet, this time, he did not anticipate returning. Fate, however, proved cruel. Instead of the liberation of death, Danyal was burdened with further chains. He became a hero, then a king. Perhaps he was the cursed twin after all. Danyal could only hope that Damian, at the very least, had found freedom.

Anonymous asked:

Do you ever check on Amity park?

I do. However there is not much there anymore. I closed the portal when I left and ensured the Fenton's could never open a new one. Jasmine watched me do so. I don't believe I've ever seen a more conflicted look on her face. She's gone now. Off to college somewhere, while the Fentons's still attempt to reopen the portal.
The most haunted city in America is no longer so haunted.
Anonymous asked:
[ Danyal appeared to Damian in a less formal ghost form. He looked a little nervous.]
Damian, brother, I...
I may not be available in the coming future. The day of my crowning and the coming consequences are slowly approaching.
Let me come. Let me accompany you.
[ Damian approached him and held his hand tightly in between his desperate grasp. ]
Let me come with you.
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I- I am unsure if that's a good idea Dami
[ Danyal made a face as he held his brother's hand. The one Damian knew to mean that Danyal wanted to explain but couldn't for whatever reason. Eventually he spoke again. ]
This ceremony won't be kind to me.
Please.
[ Damian practically begged as he gripped his brother's hands tighter. He didn't care if he was almost out of breathe, he just didn't want to lose his brother again and to not by his side once more. ]
Please, Danyal.
Let me accompany you.
[ Danyal drew a steadying breath, forcing his muscles to relax despite the tension coiling beneath his skin. Fear prickled at the edges of his core. Danyal swallowed it down. ]

Okay. Okay.
[he began, voice low but deliberate.]
I will take you to the ceremony. However—
[A pause. His fingers flexed, restless.]
You should be warned. The ceremony is... not a kind one. It was not kind to the last king. I doubt it will be kind to me, either.
[ Danyal knew it wouldn't be. He had been told of the tyrant's crowning his fate hung heavy within the council. The crown’s weight, the madness that had followed, the slow unraveling of a man into a tyrant. Clockwork had assured him that his own madness would be temporary—days, perhaps years, but not permanent. A small mercy, if it could even be called that. The thought of Damian witnessing it. Seeing him twisted by that same corruption—made his chest tighten. But his brother’s expression left no room for argument. Wordlessly, Danyal pulled him into an embrace, murmuring apologies into his shoulder—though for what, he wasn’t entirely sure.]
[ Damian knew fate is not kind to the Al Ghuls. But nevertheless he will stay by his brother's side even if it causes him damnation. He needed to be there no matter what happens, no matter the cost of whatever will occur.
Even if he had to sacrifice himself. ]
Thank you.
Damian, brother please.
[ Danyal pulled away from the hug just to look at Damian. He was terrified of something. Terrified of what could be coming. ]
If things go wrong, promise me you'll run. You'll make it out of my ceremony alive.
I promise.
[ That was a lie. But no one admits to lying. Not all the time. ]
I promise you that I will uphold to my word.
[ He looked at Danyal with a gentle caring gaze, his dear brother. ]
I will discuss with Clockwork then. Ensure you have an out if necessary.
[ Danyal breathed in the way Damian recognizes as his brother trying to force steadiness. A steady coolness that Damian could see right through. His brother was still terrified of this event. ]
It will be fine.
Anonymous asked:
[ Danyal appeared to Damian in a less formal ghost form. He looked a little nervous.]
Damian, brother, I...
I may not be available in the coming future. The day of my crowning and the coming consequences are slowly approaching.
Let me come. Let me accompany you.
[ Damian approached him and held his hand tightly in between his desperate grasp. ]
Let me come with you.
Avatar
I- I am unsure if that's a good idea Dami
[ Danyal made a face as he held his brother's hand. The one Damian knew to mean that Danyal wanted to explain but couldn't for whatever reason. Eventually he spoke again. ]
This ceremony won't be kind to me.
Please.
[ Damian practically begged as he gripped his brother's hands tighter. He didn't care if he was almost out of breathe, he just didn't want to lose his brother again and to not by his side once more. ]
Please, Danyal.
Let me accompany you.
[ Danyal drew a steadying breath, forcing his muscles to relax despite the tension coiling beneath his skin. Fear prickled at the edges of his core. Danyal swallowed it down. ]

Okay. Okay.
[he began, voice low but deliberate.]
I will take you to the ceremony. However—
[A pause. His fingers flexed, restless.]
You should be warned. The ceremony is... not a kind one. It was not kind to the last king. I doubt it will be kind to me, either.
[ Danyal knew it wouldn't be. He had been told of the tyrant's crowning his fate hung heavy within the council. The crown’s weight, the madness that had followed, the slow unraveling of a man into a tyrant. Clockwork had assured him that his own madness would be temporary—days, perhaps years, but not permanent. A small mercy, if it could even be called that. The thought of Damian witnessing it. Seeing him twisted by that same corruption—made his chest tighten. But his brother’s expression left no room for argument. Wordlessly, Danyal pulled him into an embrace, murmuring apologies into his shoulder—though for what, he wasn’t entirely sure.]
[ Damian knew fate is not kind to the Al Ghuls. But nevertheless he will stay by his brother's side even if it causes him damnation. He needed to be there no matter what happens, no matter the cost of whatever will occur.
Even if he had to sacrifice himself. ]
Thank you.
Damian, brother please.
[ Danyal pulled away from the hug just to look at Damian. He was terrified of something. Terrified of what could be coming. ]
If things go wrong, promise me you'll run. You'll make it out of my ceremony alive.
Anonymous asked:

I was informed by someone an anonymous source that Damian may not be well. I inquired directly, and he confessed to hearing voices. I recommended he speak with a psychologist. Do you, by any chance, have insight into his condition?

I'm afraid I don't know much on this. I will however check if these voices are ghosts,shades, or magic. If not those then these voices are likely psychological and not my expertise.
My sister would know.
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Neither is it mine . My expertise lies in genetics and environmental science. As I mentioned, I recommended a psychologist , not Harley Quinn.

I might have someone in mind.
I hope she isn't too angry with me still.

Who ? I might know somone as well

Why would she be mad?

Someone who used to be a sister to me. I have not seen her in a while but I believe she will still be of assistance.
Anonymous asked:

I was informed by someone an anonymous source that Damian may not be well. I inquired directly, and he confessed to hearing voices. I recommended he speak with a psychologist. Do you, by any chance, have insight into his condition?

I'm afraid I don't know much on this. I will however check if these voices are ghosts,shades, or magic. If not those then these voices are likely psychological and not my expertise.
My sister would know.
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Neither is it mine . My expertise lies in genetics and environmental science. As I mentioned, I recommended a psychologist , not Harley Quinn.

I might have someone in mind.
I hope she isn't too angry with me still.
Anonymous asked:

I was informed by someone an anonymous source that Damian may not be well. I inquired directly, and he confessed to hearing voices. I recommended he speak with a psychologist. Do you, by any chance, have insight into his condition?

I'm afraid I don't know much on this. I will however check if these voices are ghosts,shades, or magic. If not those then these voices are likely psychological and not my expertise.
My sister would know.
Anonymous asked:
[ Danyal appeared to Damian in a less formal ghost form. He looked a little nervous.]
Damian, brother, I...
I may not be available in the coming future. The day of my crowning and the coming consequences are slowly approaching.
Let me come. Let me accompany you.
[ Damian approached him and held his hand tightly in between his desperate grasp. ]
Let me come with you.
Avatar
I- I am unsure if that's a good idea Dami
[ Danyal made a face as he held his brother's hand. The one Damian knew to mean that Danyal wanted to explain but couldn't for whatever reason. Eventually he spoke again. ]
This ceremony won't be kind to me.
Please.
[ Damian practically begged as he gripped his brother's hands tighter. He didn't care if he was almost out of breathe, he just didn't want to lose his brother again and to not by his side once more. ]
Please, Danyal.
Let me accompany you.
[ Danyal drew a steadying breath, forcing his muscles to relax despite the tension coiling beneath his skin. Fear prickled at the edges of his core. Danyal swallowed it down. ]

Okay. Okay.
[he began, voice low but deliberate.]
I will take you to the ceremony. However—
[A pause. His fingers flexed, restless.]
You should be warned. The ceremony is... not a kind one. It was not kind to the last king. I doubt it will be kind to me, either.
[ Danyal knew it wouldn't be. He had been told of the tyrant's crowning his fate hung heavy within the council. The crown’s weight, the madness that had followed, the slow unraveling of a man into a tyrant. Clockwork had assured him that his own madness would be temporary—days, perhaps years, but not permanent. A small mercy, if it could even be called that. The thought of Damian witnessing it. Seeing him twisted by that same corruption—made his chest tighten. But his brother’s expression left no room for argument. Wordlessly, Danyal pulled him into an embrace, murmuring apologies into his shoulder—though for what, he wasn’t entirely sure.]
Anonymous asked:
[ Danyal appeared to Damian in a less formal ghost form. He looked a little nervous.]
Damian, brother, I...
I may not be available in the coming future. The day of my crowning and the coming consequences are slowly approaching.
Let me come. Let me accompany you.
[ Damian approached him and held his hand tightly in between his desperate grasp. ]
Let me come with you.
Avatar
I- I am unsure if that's a good idea Dami
[ Danyal made a face as he held his brother's hand. The one Damian knew to mean that Danyal wanted to explain but couldn't for whatever reason. Eventually he spoke again. ]
This ceremony won't be kind to me.

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis /headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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