I got tagged by @zeriacaslon to talk about something. IDK anymore. I don’t know shit about my multiple half assed wips 😂😂😂. I guess I’ll do Urban witch, the new one I desperately need to develop. Here we go!
1. Describe the plot in one sentence.
A witch dates a human that can see all the magical bullshit that goes on unlike most people.
2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel and taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.
I don’t know yet.
3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?
Losing Sleep by Cameron J
In My Blood by Shawn Mendes
Best Part by Daniel Caesar ft HER
4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?
Set whatever year I’m actually writing. So for now 2019. I haven’t really decided on a place, I just know it’s set in America.
5. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?
Let’s see, one was Untitled and the other’s Urban Witch. Which is the current title. It’s not here to stay. I have no idea what to do with the title.
6. What’s the first line of your novel?
She watched him with an easy expression, he was beginning to lose it.
7. What’s a dialogue you’re particularly proud of?
“Aww, you and your sister are so cute.” He rolled his eyes as they finally made it to the car.
“You want a ride or not.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll stop.”
8. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?
She snapped her fingers and shimmered for a few seconds, finally dropping her invisibility spell.
He gave her an annoyed look, but a hint of a smile played across his lips. He started the car and they pulled out of the parking lot, radio blaring. “You’re lucky I love you.”
9. Who are your character face claims?
I actually never really thought of who my oc’s looked like.
10. Sort your characters into Hogwarts houses.
I’m gonna be honest, I know next to nothing about Harry Potter so this may be off from what I mean for them to be. I’m just using wiki.
Kiya- Either Ravenclaw or Slytherin, i’m not sure
Anhkena- Hufflepuff
Sotep- Slytherin
Nefere- Slytherin
11. Which character’s name do you like the most?
I like both for different reasons. Kiya’s is shorter and easier to remember, but Anhkena and Sotep both have great names! Plus Kiya is just a nickname, her real name is Tadukhipa (pronounced Tadu-Hepa). I can’t decide 😭
12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.
Kiya- She likes wearing crop tops and tube tops. Often wears a sash that goes over her shoulder. Either wears short skirts or long skirts with a slit up the side. Either heels or sandals. Rarely actual flats. Has a full moon and crescent moon earrings that when put together form a necklace and her magic staff. I’ll explain more (maybe).
Anhkena- He wears a lot of hats. Just like a regular t-shirt, sometimes a graphic tee. He always wears his scarab necklace. Random earrings. Either sweatpants, jeans or (don’t know the proper name for it, but) harem pants. And sneakers or boots.
Sotep- Wears crop tops normally. Really into gold jewelry, so she’s often wearing body jewelry. Likes jeans. But she also likes her fair share of dresses. Surprisingly doesn’t wear skirts like that. Likes heels but does wear sandals.
13. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars?
Kiya has freckles and a few tattoos. Anhkena has a lot of tattoos, mostly on his back, and a few scars.
14. Which character most fits a character trope?
Nefere fits the evil sister trope
15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?
Kiya, hands down, best writer. Nefere is a terrible writer
16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?
It’s between Nefere and Ankhena on who’s the best liar. I don’t think Kiya lying about her powers counts since magic is naturally blocked from people seeing it. Sotep would be the worst liar, she’s not bad at it, she’s just not the best.
17. Which character swears the most? Least?
They all kinda swear a lot really. But I guess if I had to pick, Anhkena swears the most (people piss him off sometimes 🤷🏾♀️).
18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?
The three siblings actually have really good handwriting. Their dad made sure they had impeccable penmanship when they were younger
19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?
I think Kiya woulds actually be most like me. Nefere is the least like me.
20. Which character would you most like to be?
None of them really, they’re all going through some things and not dealing with them well.
Alright, so I tag @the-violet-writer, @apolloniangemini, @amyloveswords, @solangelo3088, @ohsugarfoot, @chraneness and @punny-alien. I’m trying to find some other blogs to tag so I hope you don’t mind. If you don’t want me tagging you please let me know.
I just want to state first that I know next to nothing about Harry Potter, I never really could get into which is strange considering how much I love fantasy. But my brother loved Harry Potter and he’s not big on fantasy. Hm. Also I’m writing this as if all my oc’s lived together.
I think all of them would’ve read the series except for Sotep and Kiya. Both didn’t like it for different reasons. Kiya points out everything wrong about magic in the books and movies, Sotep just doesn’t care for Harry Potter. Couldn’t get into it. Amunet and Avoca would enjoy it to a certain extent but not nearly as much as Anhkena, Toci and Hani. Those three would probably become obsessed. And would probably reference it a lot to mess with Kiya. Like when she uses their magic, until Kiya uses their magic against them. With a series of harmless pranks of course. Or they would stop because Amunet made them.
So this was a little flash fic I made for that Urban Witch thing. I have an explanation here about Anhkena being in this.
She watched him with an easy expression, he was beginning to lose it. She could tell by the slight twitch of his eye and the way his jaw was beginning to clench. A grin made its way to her face and she nudged his leg with her foot again. His eyes darted to her for a second before focusing back on his sister with a tight smile. He shouldn’t have told her that he’d be bored without her there for lunch. She enjoyed messing with him too much to pass up dinner with him and his sister.
He took a breath before answering, “I’m fine. Just...had a long day.”
“Long day of practice?”
“Yea.” The word was drawn out as he watched Kiya steal one of his fries. He was really regretting telling Kiya about this dinner.
Sotep hummed and took a sip of her wine, eyes narrowed. “There’s something else wrong with you, isn’t there Anhkena?” He fixed her with a blank face, ignoring Kiya’s bright grin. Gods she could be so annoying at times. He shook his head, rubbing his forehead.
An apology fell from his lips, “just have a headache, stress. You know how it is.”
“Why didn’t you say something before, we could have rescheduled.”
“You know I’m gonna be leaving soon. Figured we should get together before I left.”
“You sure it’s not because of me?” Kiya pouted, chin resting on her hands.
“Why don’t we cut this short, we can hang out some other time.”
As much as he loved spending time with his sister, he was tired. If it wasn’t for Kiya encouraging him to go, he probably would’ve just cancelled. If only he had known it was just so Kiya wouldn’t be bored. But he was already there, might as well continue. Until Kiya nudged him again, tongue sticking out.
“Yea, you’re right. We can always talk another time. I’ll call you when I’m on the road.”
Anhkena and Sotep payed for dinner quickly, eternal screaming filling Anhkena’s mind the entire time. Along with Kiya’s giggling. The two siblings shared quick goodbyes, Sotep wishing her younger brother safe travels. Anhkena finally spared Kiya another glance as they walked down the street as her laughter filled his ears.
“Aww, you and your sister are so cute.” He rolled his eyes as they finally made it to the car.
“You want a ride or not.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll stop.” He grunted but opened her door anyway with a sigh. She was lucky he loved her. He slid into the driver's seat and sat there for a moment. Trying to decide on what to say first. His girlfriend pouted and kissed his cheek. “Aw, don’t be mad. You know you love me!” She snapped her fingers and shimmered for a few seconds, finally dropping her invisibility spell.
He gave her an annoyed look, but a hint of a smile played across his lips. He started the car and they pulled out of the parking lot, radio blaring. “You’re lucky I love you.”
Sotep glanced around the seemingly empty room. Hopefully he was just hiding somewhere. Doubtful. “Anhkena please.” After a few beats of silence she gave up looking for him in his room. That just means it was going to be even more difficult to find him. Hopefully he went to seek his mwt. Or even Ipy. As long as he wasn’t alone, that’s all she cared for.
Off to search another area.
Sotep eventually found her way to the docks, knowing of his love for the lake and it’s view. But he wasn’t there either. Sotep was beginning to grow desperate and was about to go in search of her yt to find out what happened when she saw Amunet walking towards the harem. She quickened her pace to catch up with hmt nsw’s long strides.
“Amunet!”
“Oh, Sotepenre. Have you seen your sn?”
“No, I am afraid not. I was hoping you had. I’ve searched in all of his normal hiding spots but unfortunately have been unable to find him. Have you any other idea on where he might be?”
“No, I’ve no any other ideas.” Amunet paused to look the preteen over. “Why don’t you get some rest hrd. You look apprehensive. I am sure your sn is fine, we just need to respect his wishes to be alone.”
Sotep almost scoffed at these words. She looked apprehensive? Amunet was one to talk. The woman that was normally so put together and calm had a frantic look to her eye. She wore no khol around her eyes and most of her normal jewels were missing from her person. Just a simple scarab necklace graced her neck. But it was hardly fitting of those with a royal status. She hardly look like the hmt nsw Sotep has come to know. On the other hand, Sotep knew in her heart that even she must not have looked her best. Maybe Amunet was right, perhaps she should rest.
But how could she get any rest with Anhkena missing?
“Yes, you’re right. I should get some rest. I’m sure Anhkena will turn up on his own. Thank you nbt.” The two shared goodbye’s and went their separate ways. It was not Sotep’s place to tell Amunet to stop looking for her own son, especially since doing so would make her a hypocrite. Sotep would not be able to rest comfortably not knowing where her sn had gone to. When the young princess knew that she was out of sight of Amunet her pace quickened. There had to have been a place they hadn’t looked yet. Maybe he was hiding in a dark corner that none of them had noticed.
A frustrated exhale managed to escape Sotepenre’s. Another failed attempt to find Anhkena. By now most of the palace was in a panic to find him, they were just trying to hide it from the kids. Her yt had been no help at all and sent her away to attend to her studies. Sotep knew that her dismissal was just an excuse to be rid of her presence. Adding to her frustration was the way some of the women in the harem were acting. As if the young heirs disappearance was not important. The future ruler of the empire was gone and they dared to mock his frazzled mother behind her back. The cowards.
She couldn’t let her mind linger on them.
A huff passed her lips. “Why must he do this? Can he not just go to his room?”
Halting at the end of the hall she noticed a small opening between the wall and an imposing statue of Amun. It was a fairly big hole, one she could fit through with minimal effort. An even smaller space appeared to be behind the statue, perhaps a smaller statue or flower pot used to reside here? Either way as Sotep peeked into the space, her sn was not there. Disheartened, she climbed back out of the space, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. No, she couldn’t allow herself to cry.
‘Princesses don’t cry. I can’t afford it.’
Sotep sat at the base of the statue. Tilting her head back, eyes closed, she tried to think. Anhkena had been missing for most of the day and she had been searching for him for most of the time he was gone. He didn’t appear to be in any of his normal spots and it was out of the question for him to have left the palace. She said a silent prayer for his safety and opened her eyes, studying the paintings on the ceiling. The intricate designs dedicated to their protection. Singing praises to the gods and those of royal blood. Depictions of the heaven’s stretched out above her head
A strange shadow appeared on the ceiling followed by the cry of a bird. She looked up and noticed a small fluffy bird. It was probably a baby judging by its size and fluffy feathers. It perched on the edge of the top of the column. The falcon stared back at her for a few moments before a pair of small hands picked it up. Sotep felt a breath escape her chest and she took in the whole scene before her. Anhkena appeared to be sitting on the other side of the column, his tiny figure barely visible from where she stood. A birds nest next to him with that was empty, it’s occupant resting comfortably in Anhkena’s hands. A blank expression remained on his face, even as he tenderly handled the baby animal.
As she processed the scene she was witnessing, panic began to set in. “Anhkena?!” He did not falter at her panicked screech. Dulled blue eyes drifted down to her. Those eyes had become more and more frequent lately. And they frightened her. At his silence she continued, “how did you get up there?! What are you doing up there!? Wait there! I’ll get a guard!”
“No! No...I-I can get down on my own…” Voice trailing off, the baby bird was returned to its nest and Anhkena moved to the edge of the top of the column.
“No! You could fall!”
“I’m fine.” Sotep nearly began hyperventilating watching the child climb his way down from his isolated perch. She hurried the small distance to where he landed and tugged him into a hug. “Don’t do that! You could have gotten hurt!”
She felt him shrug slightly. “I would have lived.” He stepped out of her grasp, eyes flicking between hers and the ground.
“You could have gotten hurt.”
“Did you need something?”
Sotep paused to observe her little sn. Those frightening dull eyes had a red tinge and struggled to make eye contact with her. The kohl around his eyes were smudged slightly. Lips pressed firmly together. Seemingly biting down harder and harder the longer she stared. The leather strip that normally held his hair back, he played with in this hands. Tugging and stretching the material. He looked nothing like he normally did. He didn’t even look as expressionless as she thought he was when he was on the column.
He looked distraught.
And his responses to her was doing nothing to help curb her worries for him. “Anhkena, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
He growled out a yes and which made Sotep stop. Finally understanding that he was not willing to open up about what was bothering him. So she tried switching the subject.
“How did you get up there?”
He glanced up, “I climbed.”
“How did you even know the bird was up there?”
“Falcon. It’s a falcon.” He shrugged, “I heard the mother up there a few weeks ago while she was still pregnant. When I climbed up she didn’t attack, and...so I stayed.”
“That’s...nice.”
A nod was all she got before he turned his back to her. “Don’t tell yt.” The words reached her ears before he was out of sight. Quiet, yet the words reverberated in her head.
Later in the evening Sotep lay in bed thinking back on Anhkena’s punishment. He had gotten in trouble for worrying everyone. Extra studies and not being allowed to play with the others for the next few days. He took his punishment with all the grace Ramesses expected of him. Amunet looked as though she wanted to say something but held her tongue. It was probably for the best she did. He was sent to his room after the talk and hadn’t been seen for the rest of the night.
But what was it that had him acting like this? Nothing that happened that day was different than normal.
A quiet knock at her door shook her from her thoughts. It was late, Ra having long since going to make his nightly journey. Sotep hesitated before making her way to the door, grabbing a small statue along the way. “Who is it?”
“Anhkena.”
Pausing a moment to register the response, she quickly opened the door, beckoning him inside. “What are you doing out? Yt will be mad if you are caught out of your room.” Anhkena shrugged, shuffling his feet where he stood. His hair hung in his face, out once again. She reached to brush it out of his face but he stepped away. Hand dropping to her side, Sotep sighed. Instead, choosing to guide him to sit on the steps leading up to her bed. “Anhkena, what is wrong?” They sat in a silence for a while. He brought his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. He looked so lost for a moment, before he tilted his head, allowing hair to fall in his face. Sotep did not push him to talk anymore, allowing him to talk when he was ready. A feeling of unease settled in her stomach as time drew on.
“Yt hates me.”
Quiet. She almost thought she heard wrong, but looking at the small boy before her, she knew she heard right. Clenched fists began to shake, he sat hunched in on himself and buried his face in his knees.
“He hates me.”
“Do not say that. You know yt loves you. He loves all of us.”
Not looking up, he continued to shake with repressed sobs. “No. He doesn’t.” Sotep gently wrapped her arms around her sn. He flinched at first but quickly sank into her embrace, needing the stability. A small tear slipped down her cheek at his next whisper.
“I’m-...I’m not the son he wanted. I’m weak.”
mwt-mother yt-father sn-brother hmt nsw-king’s wife/great royal wife nbt-my lady hrd-child
this was so hard to write. Sorry for not posting. I just haven’t really been feeling motivated to write lately, so started focusing a lot on my art. I just hit a slump for a while, hopefully I’m back at it. Sorry again
It’s one of her happier moments with just him. When they can just be a mother and child. Alone. These moments would eventually become few and far in between.
A few days before, the Pharaoh had sent for the families return back home to Thebes from their break in Faiyum. His message had been fairly vague, but urgent, putting his wives on edge. He did not make it any better when they returned and he was too busy to see them and explain what was going on.
They left the guards with a message to immediately let them know when their husband was free.
Of course her duties as the Great Royal Wife also called upon her. A petty argument between a few women of the harem had broken out in her short absence from home. About who had the pharaohs attention. Petty. Amunet quickly grew annoyed and silenced them, telling them if they were feeling neglected then they were welcome to take it up with the Pharaoh. A thinly veiled taunt as to who was the queen was thrown in, to remind them of their place and silence them.
It worked. For now at least.
Stressed and tired Amunet went to retire to her chambers for a quick rest, before anything else could bother her. Until she heard voices outside her doors. Of course the gods would not allow her rest, far to early in the day to be thinking of rest.
Her annoyance disappeared when she saw her sons grinning face come from behind the door. She waved off the apologies of the guards, her son was never a bother, she’d hardly even seen him that day anyway.
She scooped him up, nodded along to his excited chatter, her feet carrying them to the inner garden eventually. She sent everyone else away, giving instructions to only bother them with news of the Pharaoh.
The boy spun a tale of his day so far, speaking of his time with the other children. A fair portion of his story no doubt being exaggerated. The thought caused a smile to grace her lips as she gazed down at her son's bright eyes. He was a handful, without a doubt, but he was a sweet child. Imaginative. Caring.
Amunet hoped to preserve these qualities in her son, but knew that there was only so much she could do. The thought dimmed her smile. Before others began to show him how the world truly worked, what his world would really be like.
“Mwt?”
She pushed the thoughts out of her mind , “I’m sorry, please continue.” He didn’t hesitate to do so.
For now, however, she would enjoy the little moments she could steal away with her boy. Just a mother listening to her child speak of their day.
Alone.
No escorts.
No interruptions.
Unaccompanied.
If only for a little while.
“Mwt” means mother in ancient Egyptian, at least according to my research. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.
So it has been a while since I’ve done anything with my oc’s. Like a month or so. I finally put that background into good use. I’m still trying to get into the swing of writing. I actually had started writing this out differently but decided to change it. The first draft was wayyyy longer. I like this one more, even then though, I’m still not too happy with it. Ah well. Hopefully someone enjoyed it.
I have finally got a name for my oc. Ankhenamun-Re, it’d not pronounced exactly how it looks. the it’s more like ah-hen-amon-re. Usually the “Re” is only used for official writing, but it means “servant of Amun-Re”. (Just imagine it does, I made up the name taking from actual names of ancient Egyptians). He usually goes by Ankhen or Anhkena, his mom calls him Khena (the “nk” and “k” are still silent, don’t be surprised if I drop them when writing sometimes). Anyway, this is him when he was about 5 or 6 years old. He is the youngest and only son of the pharaoh which makes him heir to the throne.
As a child he was very kind, and very down to earth. Likes to help others or at least make their jobs easier. Except for the guards tasked with watching him. He is known for disappearing for hours and even days on end without anyone knowing where he went and just all of a sudden appearing in a very common area with no one knowing how or when he got there. Whether or not he was even still in the palace during these times is still unknown. He enjoys spending his time by himself usually in a high place hidden from others, often hides high on top of statues to avoid people. An intelligent, inquisitive, and sometimes cheeky little guy. He likes playing games or pranks that test peoples problem solving abilities. He’ll actually leave clues for when he’s about to disappear and where he’s going. The only ones to figure out at least one are Amunet with Sotep’s help. He is usually very charming to most. Some of his family would disagree.
He has two older half sisters that are actually claimed as princesses. The oldest being Neferanefere Tasherit who is 6 yeras older and the other is Sotepenre who is 3 years older than him. (They are often called Nefere and Sotep, mostly to make my life easier). He and Nefere don’t get along at all and he does his best to avoid being alone with her, convinced she might try and kill him. He swears she tried killing him when he was younger but has no proof. Akhena and Sotep on the other hand have each others back. The two have a secret meeting spot in the palace that’s just for the two of them to just be themselves.
His favorite parent is his mom, The Great Royal Wife Amunet. He’s a total mamma’s boy. She spent the most time with him until he was old enough to start taking on some responsibilities. She encourages him to be who he is but that he must put his people first as a pharaoh. One of his favorite places is a small corner of the library because he gets to spend time with Amunet away from prying eyes so the two may speak freely, mostly to get away from his father.
His father, Pharaoh Paramessu or Ramesses, is a man of work and tradition. He is a perfectionist and expects nothing less than perfection in his life, including his family. He expects his family to look and behave perfectly no matter the situation and is quick to correct them if they don’t. However, he is prone to outbursts himself which is more often caused from a frustration with his family. He does care and love his family, though he doesn’t often show it. The kids try very hard to please their father but sometimes it’s just not enough.
Ankhena’s step mother, one of Lesser Wives, Nefertari, mother of Nefere and Sotep. Nefertari and he don’t get a long very often. The times they do is really just to put on a show for Ramesses. They rarely spend time together outside of the pharaohs presence. Nefertari also hates Amunet for being the one to birth a male heir thus knocking her down to the status of the lesser wife.
It depends on what they’re acting like they don’t care about, but I feel like all of them have pretended not to care about something important that had a great impact on them. My oc’s are not the best at handling emotions so they would probably just act like some things just don’t matter. It’s how they cope. Except for maybe Hani
