#original fic: renegade heiresses

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OC questionnaire

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

For this questionnaire, here is for my first OC that I have created, Francisca de Guzman of the Renegade Heiresses:

How do you make decisions? Long deliberation, or impulse? Logic or emotions?

I used to be emotional and impulsive when I made decisions, even not long after my aunt had been entrusted to take care of me after my father's arrest. After all, who could be logical when you have lost almost every one of your loved ones to different circumstances? Thankfully, my aunt has been patient with me and, thanks to her tutelage (and the education she encouraged me to pursue), I take my sweet time to decide on certain things, especially matters regarding business.

What is the best thing that could happen within five minutes after waking up? Does it signal that the entire day will be good?

When I wake up and within five minutes I hear the sweet chirping of the birds, it means that it will be a good day. Usually.

Is there anything that you find difficult that you feel should be easy?

Enjoying life. I have witnessed events too painful for a young girl to watch and that thought would flash if I begin enjoying. That painful thought about my loved ones suffering while I was losing myself to something good? Yes, it is not good. Still, I try my best.

Tagging: @winterandwords, @bookish-karina, @laplumedemaureen, @avoidingcertaindoom + open tag to those who want to join.

Your OC questionnaire is as follows:

If you are in a cooking show and you are asked to cook your signature dish, what would it be and why?

When you feel down, what is a memory that keeps you grounded?

If there is the "most favorite part of the day," what is your least favorite time of the day?

Happy writing!

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Hi there, its Athena for Sunday Ask-A-Thon week 2 at @ask-a-thon: Are any of your ocs "fitness freaks" or just like going the gym to be fit?

In my original fics (San Vicente Ferrer and Renegade Heiresses), my OCs try to get as much exercise as they could get, given their busy schedules, so it is all just to get fit. The female lead in a story would be at the local YWCA chapter to have a round of badminton or two with her fellow boarders (one a niece of the landlady and the two the *actual* boarders) or, if they feel like it, volleyball. I have some OCs visiting the underground boxing gym which serves their own purposes well, both for exercise and other business that involved exchange of information.

In the Perfect 'Verse (my fanfic), my OC Miguel Chua is described as having a swimmer's body. Not surprising since he had been swimming during his boyhood days, even more so during his summertime visits with his family at Cebu, his mother's hometown. He used to swim at inter-school competitions but now, when he could, he hung around at one of those local YMCA chapters that had a pool so he could remember swimming.

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Thank you @bookish-karina for the tag!

I will be doing this in my writing blog (I mean, hey! Why not!)

My words are: babysit, exasperated, dollhouse, kiss

Babysit

Exasperated

“Ay naku, if you will forgive her…impudence, Attorney,” she said, sounding exasperated at the younger woman but also a little forgiving. “She was not always that way, from what I have heard. But since that scandal…she was behaving without regard to what those matrons had been gossiping behind her back.”

Dollhouse

Kiss

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, which she returned with her own, before he stepped out of the gate and drove on his way back to his home to tell this to his mother and sister, not able to wipe the small, whimsical smile on his lips.

Soft-tagging: @kaylinalexanderbooks, @radiowrites, @chauceryfairytales, and an open tag for those who want to participate.

Happy writing!

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Word find tag (Hope, home, hold, hole)

@winterandwords tagged me to search my WIP for hope, home, hold, and hole

Hope

Kohl mostly lined her round dark eyes that had seen its more than fair share of hardship and suffering and loss of hope in humanity.

Home

“An enchanting home it is, madame,” complimented Justin. He hadn’t fully appreciated it, but this bedchamber appeared more comfortable than his own even when it was in a more luxurious home.

Hold

He hissed and winced, but Clarisse gave him a measure of comfort by whispering words of comfort, encouraging him to hold on as she applied the medicine on the wound.

Hole

He took off his trench coat, letting it slide to present him in a well-fitted black suit with a black tie. A white rosal was in the buttonhole, stark against the dark backdrop.

Tagging @laplumedemaureen, @chauceryfairytales, and @clairelsonao3 if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.

The words to search your WIP for are road, saunter, and arise.

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Last line tag

Thanks to @winterandwords for the tag!

This is a last chapter line from Prodigal Heiress:

"Los Tiburones?" asked Clarisse. She had heard of the name since her arrival there and had been there once, and found the place wanting. "It looked like it had been run over by soldiers." Then she looked at Luisa and asked, "Why?" "The fine gentleman you have brought in our lovely home is the new owner of Los Tiburones, mi amiga."

Tagging @laplumedemaureen, @thewriteflame, and @commander-gloryforge if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to share a last line

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you @winterandwords for the tag!

A flashback from the story I am writing, showing a bit of a banter of two friends over chess:

“You are dilly-dallying around it,” Clarisse had heard Luisa tell her. “You are being annoying on purpose,” Clarisse had retorted as she forwarded her pawn on the chessboard, not perilously close to being taken down but enough to make her opponent sweat. “You know me,” Luisa had shrugged, making another move using her pawn. “You love looking so secretive and brooding when in reality you have a heart.” “Pfft, my heart is dark and bitter like the coffee I’ve taken back in Paris,” Clarisse had pointed out. Luisa had chuckled.

Tagging @laplumedemaureen, @chauceryfairytales, @kaylinalexanderbooks, if you like to do it, this is an open tag and you can participate in it.

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Last Line Tag

Thank you, @clairelsonao3 for the tag!

This is from a chapter in Prodigal Heiress, in which a bar owner with secrets and hidden agenda finds himself drawn to the woman he has just offered a work:

Justin turned away from the scene, now a veritable tableau under bright colourful lights and newly acquired patrons enjoying the night, employees ensuring that they would be satisfied and well-drunk, the music in their vibrant notes and dancing paces…but by now, the man he had watched had left, according to Pascual and had returned to his hole. Justin watched Clarisse leave with her companions and he whispered to himself as he returned to his office: “Who are you really, Mademoiselle Clarisse Berenguer?”

Will be tagging @laplumedemaureen, @winterandwords, @foxys-fantasy-tales, @thewriteflame, but this is also an open tag for those who want to join in.

Happy writing!

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Last line tag

Thank you @winterandwords for the tag!

Once more from my WIP:

Clarisse looked back at the picture and— She was looking at herself.

I would like to tag @avoidingcertaindoom, @radiowrites, @kaylinalexanderbooks if you want to join. This is also an open tag for those who want to participate.

Happy Writing!

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Heads Up, Seven Up

Thanks to @chauceryfairytales for the tag!

From Prodigal Heiress:

“And why do you want to find the prodigal heiress?” He leaned forward on the table, his face only a few inches from Clarisse’s. To her credit, she did not show a flicker of shock and fear. She had kept her face neutral. He wondered how she would react the minute he revealed his reason, his voice hard. “I want her…to pay for her betrayal.” Silence reigned between them.

Tagging @late-to-the-fandom, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @artbyeloquent, and @winterandwords. This is also an open tag for those who want to participate!

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Character Voice Tag!

Thank you @bookish-karina for the tag!

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC! Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

My line: "please... please stay."

Clarisse

"Do you think I've spent years trying to find a way to clear your name and you are leaving me just like that? I do not allow it, so do not dare."

Justin

"I want to make it up to you for hating you for too long for something out of your control. Please, stay with me, minou."

Tagging: @avoidingcertaindoom, @winterandwords, @satohqbanana, @chauceryfairytales + open tag to those who want to join in the game.

Your line: "Are you sure about this?"

Happy writing!

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Writing share tag

Thank you @winterandwords for the tag!

[Share some writing]

Again from "Prodigal Heiress," when Clarisse accepted an offer for breakfast (but is really a cover for a meeting with her client):

The calesa ride did not improve matters for Clarisse either. Stupid, stupid of her to accept the man’s invitation instead of declining it like a rational-minded person would do. Pablo was watching her with suspicion and concern at the same time, which made it all the more unnerving. “Is everything alright, Madame B?” asked Pablo. Clarisse resisted the urge to sigh. “Je suis bien,” she answered, trying not to sound too petulant. “I am fine, monsieur. I am just a little put off, that is all.” Pablo opened his mouth, wanting to protest, but shut it.

Tagging: @erieautumnskies, @laplumedemaureen, @clairelsonao3 + open tag for those who want to participate.

Happy writing!

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Heads Up Seven Up!

Thank you @bookish-karina for the tag!

From "Prodigal Heiress", we meet with Clarisse Berenguer without a good night's rest. I will add another line (in italics) in addition to the usual seven lines just in case.

Her mood did not improve by morning, exacerbated by the lack of sleep. Anyone in the breakfast table sensed for that. Even Luisa, notorious for her lack of understanding personal space, would not dream of disturbing the hornet’s nest, only silently sliding a cup of brewed coffee to her and leaving her be. Francisca and Carlos discussed the contents of the newspaper quietly so as not to aggravate her further. Carmela did not ask too much questions and instead placed her breakfast table in front of her. She was grateful for that. She left the house earlier than the rest of the household, wanting to get to her office as soon as possible and contemplate on the first plan of attack in her case. But to her dismay, she found herself face to face with the serious-faced Pablo Torres.

Taggig @winterandwords, @avoidingcertaindoom, @thewriteflame, @chauceryfairytales but this is also an open tag for those who want to participate.

Happy Writing!

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Roast your OCs title game

Thank you, @winterandwords for the tag!

Reduce your OCs to the most stereotypical versions of themselves and make story titles for it.

Gonna do this for my Renegade Heiresses OCs who are basically among those occupying my mind right now:

Clarisse

Private Eye or Femme Fatale? Doing Both Roles While in Black and Looking Broody

Luisa

Flair for the Dramatics...and Personal Space? What Personal Space?! Not for You!

Francisca

Too Intimidating for a Man to Court Because...Too Tall! And Too Aloof!

Carlos

My Mom Wants Me to Get Married...But I Have no Plans and Do Not Tell Mom (Shhh!)

Tagging: @bookish-karina, @avoidingcertaindoom, and @chauceryfairytales + open tag to those who want to join.

Happy writing!

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Last line tag

Thanks to @winterandwords for the tag!

This is from what I considered the prologue to the Renegade Heiresses

Francisca kept her silence as she drank her tsokolate with her aunt, cousin, her godmother and her daughter Elena who had been her first friend at an all-girls’ school. No one had suspected, while partaking on the merienda at the garden of the Perez mansion, that she might have been the cause, as she had written on the note a plea for the lady to run away. She had written on the paper that night: Corre de esta casa. No estás contenta aquí. Por favor, ¡sale de aquí! But no one had to know that she did. Let them speculate now. The only thing that was important was that the lady in question was free. She hoped that she would be happier out of the Islands than she had been here.

Tagging @laplumedemaureen, @erieautumnskies and @blackrosesandwhump if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💜

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Song Pic Saying tag

Thanks to @winterandwords for the tag! This one is new to me and it looks like a lot of fun.

Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art etc) and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!

May I present Clarisse Berenguer of the Renegade Heiresses?

I don't start shit but I can tell you how it ends Don't get sad, get even So on the weekends, I don't dress for friends Lately I've been dressing for revenge

[...]

While he's been doin' lines and crossin' all of mine Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI I don't dress for villains, or for innocents I'm on my vigilante shit again

[Photo by cottonbro studio: https://www.pexels.com/photo/photo-of-woman-s-fingers-on-the-edge-of-the-glass-7299588/]

The dark alleyways could either be your ally or your enemy. At least that was what Clara de Ocampo—non, Clarisse Berenguer—believed as she pulled down the brim of her hat while keeping her eyes on the road. The weight of her .38 Smith and Wesson revolver was heavy in the pocket of her dress skirt and her small knife cold against her hip and held by the stocking garter. It was funny how she used to fear the dark, only to slowly, gradually embrace its constancy in life. Either you took advantage of the dark or let yourself be swallowed by it.

Tagging @avoidingcertaindoom, @artbyeloquent and @moonshinemagpie if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💜

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Last line tag

Thanks to @winterandwords for the tag!

A last line from a previous chapter of my WIP, in which our bar owner wonders about the similarities between his past love (and probable betrayer) and the lady detective who saved him the night before:

Could she have looked like the woman he’d loved and who might or might not betray him to the authorities? Because if Pablo was right, he might be one step closer to finding Clara de Ocampo.

Tagging: @laplumedemaureen, @avoidingcertaindoom, @foxys-fantasy-tales. This is also an open tag for those who want to participate in the game!

Happy Writing!