#pharoh

Scilicmanipulator tucker buuuut

Pharoh is in his head

Pharoh and tucker managed to get on somewhat good terms. pharoh can take over his body at will, and tucker lets him.

They switch sometimes. If someone's bullying tucker or saying something to one of his friends or tucker is in a bad situation, pharoah will come out and deal with it. He's a bit more violent and ruthless but doesn't do anything that will scare tucker even more. Both of their memories are slowly merging together.

Tucker started wearing earpieces, so when he and pharoh talk, it won't look like he's talking to himself. They best achieve this with reflections. Tucker carries a mirror around.

Tucker and pharoh can differentiate themselves like that. Tucker can look into a mirror or a window and start talking to pharoh because he can see pharoh for what he actually looks like. Tuckers body slowly started getting muscle, and pharoh started influencing his wardrobe by refusing to give back control until they agree on something.

Let's say that one day, a cult that worshiped pharoh kidnapped Tucker and wanted pharoh and when they found out that pharaoh was still around but was without a vessel( pharoh didn't take Tucker over, he refuses to) so they decided to forcibly merge them together because they look so alike and share a body.

But the time danny and the gang got there it was too late. They're all 17 BTW

so now pharouh and tucker need to find a new way to live because their memories are coming back in vivid hallucinating flashes that causes Tucker to almost get hit by a car or fall of of a building or so things that are a danger to him self because he's reliving it and exploring them.

He got diagnosed with schizophrenia and his parents are making him take medicine that stops the flashes and pharoh. The only issue is that tucker and pharoh are one, so it hurts him. Tucker stopped taking his meds and just started to isolate himself whenever a new memory was threatening to pop up.

Tucker can no longer look at himself because of body dysphoria. It's no longer his

It's also pharohs. Some of Tuckers' features were taken and changed. He's taller like pharoh, and his eyes are better, so he doesn't need glasses. He has a birthmark in the wrong place, and his skin looks like it's a different shade. Tucker looks in the mirror and sees pharoh, then him and them slowly merging with his eyes switching to pharohs or his ears and nose changing shape. Pharoh sees this as well and can't take it.

I want them to start wearing a mask to hide their face because it makes them feel better. I want them to get all of their memories merged once they leave high school and stop taking their medicine.

Tucker and pharoh move to Gotham or another city after graduation and cut contact until they can figure it out

I want pharoh and tucker angst as they try to navigate that.

I want tucker to get a legitimate interest in Egyptian mythology and culture.

I want his to slowly get pharohs abilities and skills and vice versa.

I want them to 'switch' despite being the same person.

Tucker is the nicer one with a softer voice

Pharohs the one that's defensive and has a loud and authoritative voice

They make it distinctive and hate talking over eachother

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All but a blur of oranges and yellows covered the sky, and anything else it touched. The small buildings in the town glowed brightly from the setting sun. Not much had to be said at the glorious sight, the attention purely focused on it. It was almost too blindly to stare at, but who could resist such a sight?

“So, you are here.” A familiar voice surprisingly grabs my attention.

Reluctantly looking away, a wide smile spreads on my face upon the new arrival. Atem stood at the entrance of my room, holding the same expression as I did. 

“Atem! What a nice surprise.” I say playfully.

The man himself chuckles at my joking manner. “Must you be so impolite? You know not to call me that so casually.” Despite the stern voice, he still held his smile. His feet moved, reaching by my side on the balcony.

I giggle. “Is that so? From what I gathered, since we’re childhood friends, I can call you that whenever I please.” I shoved his shoulder with my own.

A laugh disrupts the stern posture he had. I missed that laugh. The laugh I used to get when I told a joke to him. But that was when we were children. Soon, he had to be taken from me to be raised as a king. And now that he is one, he is merely too busy to talk to me like when we were children. 

But, at times like these, we manage to find the time to act like ourselves. A time with nothing more than laughs and smiles. Sadly, these times don’t seem to last long.

After his free moment, he soon calms down. “I suppose you’re right. I can’t control you, after all.” Warmth spreads on my cheek as he caresses it, his lips placing a small kiss on my forehead. “I wish you a good night, (Y/N).” He turns to leave.

“Wh-what? But you just got here! Can’t you stay a bit longer?” I frown, gripping the railing tightly from my rising emotions.

Atem stops, glancing back. He seemed shocked at my expression. “(Y/N)? Why are you upset? We’ll be seeing each other tomorrow.” He clarifies.

I look away in thought. “That may be so, but It won’t be like right now.” I look him in the eyes once more. “Atem, don’t you miss this? Like when we were kids! We laughed and played! But now...now you’re always so busy to do this with me...” I didn’t realize I walked up to him, practically holding onto his clothes with pleading eyes. 

The Pharoah didn’t reply right away. He took his time to study me, his magenta eyes roaming my face. His hand pushes a lock of my hair behind my ear, warmth caressing my cheeks once more.

“Then marry me, (Y/N).” He says softly.

I stare at him with widened eyes. “What?” Is all I could really say. Where did this come from? A proposal out of nowhere.

He chuckles lightly at my response. “If we marry, we can be ourselves once more. (Y/N), you have been with me through thick and thin. What more could I ask for than to have the woman I love be by my side for the rest of my life?”

I hold his hand that rests against my cheek. A smile gracing my lips. “Atem...” I wanted to cry at his confession. “I had no idea you felt that way... I don’t plan on leaving your side, ever.”