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@lady--lioness
Hello, I'm Paloma. Friends call me Pal, or Tsu. I'm a Spanish artist and I currently draw my original comics. You can read them on Tapas:
Flower from another garden (complete)
Lady Lioness (updated every monday)
But you can read it on my Tumblr blogs too!
All the info on my carrd.
I also like videogames and historical fashion.
My comics are published in Spain by Arechimanga.
Thank you so much!
For those OCs somehow involved in a war or battle (soldiers, commanders, weapon manufacturers, war medics, gladiators, etc):
What are they fighting for? Their life, their country, money, fame, a cause they believe in, or something else?
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Thomas is there for atonement, waiting to pay for the mistakes he made, the things he thought, and hoping to one day feel able to look his sister in the eyes again.
who did your oc take after more, their mom or their dad?
Pallas takes more from her father, both physically and mentally, though she also inherits some traits from her mother, in a way. Pallas was always saddened by resembling her father more. She has his hair, his eyes, and most of his features; Pallas thought it would have been a greater comfort to her father to resemble her mother. But Álvar didn't care. At her core, Pallas is similar to her father in spirit, to his beliefs, the sincerity of his emotions, and his avoidance of conflict. From her mother, she takes her adaptability, her ability to mold herself to situations, but also the insecurity that shaped her youth.
Physically, Kurt is practically a carbon copy of his father. But his mother also had black hair and dark eyes, so the poor guy had no genetic escape. In terms of personality, he inherited more from his mother than he'd like. Especially her critical eye and her natural cynicism.
Giustizia is very similar to her mother physically, having inherited her most beautiful features, especially her deep blue eyes. However, being a middle child, she grew up with so little of her parents' attention that she absorbed almost nothing emotionally, except perhaps her father's strong sense of responsibility and work ethic. This lack of emotional guidance is surely what led her to make the mistakes that would mark her life.
Rosaespina hated her father as much as she resembles him: she is just as uncompromising and stubborn. But, like her mother, she is unaffected by change and has endless energy. Physically, she resembles her mother more, especially in build, but her mother is much taller tough.
Everything beautiful in Bernhardt comes from his mother. Face, eyes, hair, smile. When seen together, it's clear they are mother and son. That's why he's confused when his mother mistakes him for his father during visits. Perhaps she sees something of his father's bearing in him, or perhaps it's his voice. His personality also takes after his mother, primarily. His emotions can be very intense and can cause him to act erratically and disproportionately at times.
the intimacy of being vulnerable together. being afraid together. finding safety in each other
She used to, Roswita.
Sometimes I think maybe the fact I call Elise "Giustizia's assistant" can make others think Giustizia put her under her orders or such, but the fact is Elise does it by her own will. In fact, they both are more like partners, they have an equal part in chores and Giustizia takes care of her the same way Elise helps Giustizia in everything.
When I first thought of Elise as character, she was a minor, being 16 years old, but then I decided this could be seen as 'problematic' in a story like Lady Lioness, even if she never takes part in the house official activity and only acts as what I called "decoration activity", that means being there just looking pretty while serving drinks, taking coats and opening the door. So I raised her age to 19, so I still wanted her to be considered 'young' as her role is to be the youngest one, shy and jumpy even if experienced in that kind of life -as she grew up surrounded by it- but without the problematic of age.
But in the end I thought it was a stupid move. Elise was a character who was conceived from the very beginning as a girl who never suffered harm beyond the loss of her mother, which was traumatic to her, as her mother was her only family and her world. From the very first moment I commited to never go as far and cheap as to give Elise the classic traumatic past involving men. Her problem was precisely that she grew up sheltered and she was too shy to talk to people, much less other boys or men. So her mother knew once she wasn't there for her, Elise would be alone and exposed to the elements. And making her a 19 years old wouldn't make sense, and as it was clear as water that from the very beginning no man would put a finger in her in any case (you will be able to see that by yourself, not a single man touches her in all the story) I made her be 16 again, having entered Giustizia's care when she was 14.
Elise is shy and not very talkative, but she is diligent and hard working. Even if growing up surrounded by prostitutes in a neighborhood of prostitutes and with her own mother being a prostitute, she grew up very sheltered, as her mother and her peers never intended Elise to be part of their world, and tried hard to give her a happy and loving life. Something Elise, due to her sensitive and observant nature, noticed by herself and thanked silently. Her mother was so aware of Giustizia's caring personality she knew she could trust her daughter to her, and she knew Elise would be of help in there. Even if Elise is shy and jumpy, she is not scared of the job. Her fears are more related to her difficulties to socialize, something that you will see in her relationship with Pallas. She is closer to Giustizia the most, as she turned into the target of all her admiration. This admiration and gratefulness made Elise take her role of Giustizia's assistant, wanting to help her protector. Actually she wanted to be her "maid", but Giustizia never tolerated it, as it made her think of her dark days as the servant of Mistress Leontine. Giustizia wanted to keep her close, due to her youth and inexperience first, but also because she felt she had a duty towards her mother and herself. So in the end she allowed her to take in some tasks. Only during opening hours they pretend a stronger hierarchy between them as Giustizia tries to keep an illusion of authority among clients.
Elise is shy and sheltered and doesn't talk much but as I said, she is observant, sensitive and diligent, and she is aware of her surroundings. She knows where she is and what happens in the house. But she feels safe and she only wants to feel useful, specially to Giustizia. It was her will to help her personally and make her life easier. Giustizia simply lets her be, as she finds out Elise finds satisfaction in doing so. Giustizia makes Elise work as the doorkeeper and waitress, first because is a safe position for someone as young as her, secondly because it is a good way to train her poor social skills. Giustizia wants Elise to be someday able to take on the house when she becomes unable to do so. Elise is happy to comply, as it makes her feel useful, and also because she has a genuine desire to be better and learn more.
The relationship between both is very important. And Elise will be shown as an important piece for Giustizia's strength, as an embodiment of mother/daughter love. That's why Elise's age was also important, as it helps to stablish better this dynamic.
Little morning ladies assorted by height.
As the new pages will be finally introducing all the other women in the house, I needed some time to make some reference sheets for their outfits and styles. In this chapter, they appear first in their morning robes, except for Hannah and Elise. Hannah is the one in charge of cooking and starts making breakfast as soon as she leaves her room, so she appears ready for it. Elise begin her day very soon too, as she is Giustizia's assistant and helps her dress and clean the room, and also she is Hannah's helper at the kitchen. After breakfast scene, the women will appear in their everyday house clothes, and of course each of them have their own style and preferences.
But for now, you can see how they look in their morning robes, and you can have a glimpse of their fashion styles, tastes and personalities. Can you guess them?
Some Pallas to heal the soul.
I've got this beautiful folding fan at an antique fair, and I'm totally IN LOVE. It's probably from a period between 1940-1970, it has some minor flaws, but can be repaired. I hope I will be allowed to take it to my balls and historical events! In any case, it's beautiful and I'm very happy with it ♥️
And of course, it will appear in Lady Lioness like, 300 times
Hello everyone! Lady Lioness continues in its summer calendar ^^U Thank you for your patience and understanding.
Funnily enough, both pages reference previous scenes from the story. In case you don't remember them, I've included them after the cut.
¡Hola a todo el mundo! Continúa Lady Lioness en calendario de verano ^^U Gracias por vuestra paciencia y comprensión.
Curiosamente, ambas páginas hacen referencias a escenas previas de la historia. En caso que no las recuerdas, las dejo tras el corte.
New pages tomorrow! ✨
"He is looking at me...
Why is he looking at me?
Stop! Please, stop looking at me!
I'm just here, doing nothing to attract your attention, you are surrounded by a dozen beautiful ladies, so no need to look at me!
Look away... Look away..."
The Silver Path (final)
"The full moon yesterday... it was breathtaking," Álvar said, wanting her to linger there.
"Truly beautiful. Like nothing I've ever seen."
Álvar watched her gaze dreamily up at the sky.
"It was as if it were calling me," she continued. "As if that path it cast across the water were an offering. I remembered a spell I used to cast as a child... A silly thing, a simple children's game. But I felt I had to seize that moment, that there was magic in the air, in the water, in the light, and that's when..."
The young woman turned as red as a cherry.
"... I felt that any wish I made would come true, if... I cast that spell. Bathed in moonlight, silver water poured over me."
"I'm sorry. I think... I interrupted your spell."
"No, it wasn't like that. It was a surprise, of course, but I had already expressed my wish. Even so, I think it would have been ridiculous to explain it right there. My, it sounds ridiculous to explain it in this very moment..."
"No, it isn't. But now I have a problem; you've aroused my curiosity about what wish you made upon the moon."
The young woman lowered her gaze to the ground again, embarrassed.
"I can't tell you. I'm so sorry. If I tell you, the spell will break. Oh, I know, it's just a children's game..."
Álvar sighed. What troubles could weigh on her heart that she had to resort to a childish superstition to soothe her uncertainty? Perhaps she feared disappointing his older brother. Perhaps she feared not fitting in or suffering far from her home.
Alvar understood that, as a member of her new family, he had a duty to help her through this ordeal. She would never be his, but at least he would be allowed to be by her side. However much his own heart ached, his only duty was to protect her. His feelings demanded it. He would give his life for her. He would give his soul to protect her heart. She wouldn't need the moon to make wishes, because he would grant them all. Seeing her, he no longer felt the shame for the lack of modesty that had tormented him that night. Only a tender adoration. At least he had the gift of that stunning sight of her last night. No one more than himself would never see her like that ethereal creature. It was his and only his! Ah, he loved her, with all his soul! He would fight with all his strength against his own pain if it meant she could be happy in her new home.
"But you truly wish for your favor to be granted, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," she smiled again, this time sincerely, from the heart. She seemed to notice the look that Álvar, without realizing it, was giving her, and she lowered her gaze again, still smiling. "I don't know why. I don't know why I did it. And I don't know why I told you either. I'm a newcomer, a stranger to everyone, and everything here is unfamiliar, yet beautiful to me. But for some reason... I feel I've been able to tell you without fear of ridicule or shame. Please, sir, I beg you, be my support here for the time being, until I can accept and understand this, my new home."
Álvar smiled with a knowing gentleness.
"It will be an honor... to be your friend. And for that reason, I ask you not to call me 'sir' anymore. My name is Álvar, and that's what my loved ones call me."
The young woman smiled so broadly that all traces of weariness vanished from her face.
"Call me Calista then. I want to be your friend too."
And Álvar offered her a seat at his table and shared his breakfast with her, unaware that Calista's wish had been granted. And although it was only the beginning of their mutual suffering, it was also the beginning of their mutual happiness.
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This story is part of Eastwind, a short story about Pallas' parents, how they met and how their circumstances shaped their relationship and will, a legacy that would later be transmited into Pallas, hoping it would help her to find her own happiness.
Hope you enjoyed it! If you would like to see more about them, or interested in other kind of stories about Lady Lioness, I will be happy to know! Thank you for reading <3
I took with me the beautiful things, and I made something new.
The silver path (3)
This time, her hair was covered by a modest black veil of fine lace, though a few strands, still damp, escaped framing her face, also pale and tired, but with the soft, shy smile that had captivated Álvar the moment he met her upon disembarking.
"I am Calista de Messina," she had told him back then. "It is an honor to meet you, Don Álvar."
But this time, she had only called him "Sir." It felt like a stab in the heart.
Álvar rose, displaying all his courtesy, but he couldn't bring himself to lift his gaze from the ground. He bowed gently before her.
"Good morning, Doña Calista. I hope you had a good night... that you slept well. That you rested, I mean."
Still smiling, the gentle lady, carrying a basket in her hands, offered it to him.
"Thank you. I didn't sleep for long, but I feel well. I came specifically to return your belongings." Álvar looked at the basket the lady was holding. It contained his shoes, his jacket, and his waistcoat, which, in his hasty escape from the previous night's scene, he had completely forgotten to pick up, leaving the garments scattered here and there along the path toward the house. Álvar picked them up slowly, afraid he might explode with embarrassment. He still didn't dare look at her directly. At least she didn't seem angry.
The lady glanced around, checking if they had any company. There was no one around but the two of them.
"I also wanted to express my sincere gratitude," she said softly. "Even if it was by mistake, it was very brave of you to come to my aid."
Álvar felt his heart pounding. He was almost breathless, and his nerves made him tremble. If he'd been able, he would have thrown himself off the terrace.
"You're...you're welcome. It's...my duty as a gentleman."
"I hope, then, that I can appeal to the chivalry you undoubtedly possess," she replied amiably, but with a clear hint of concern. "Because... you haven't said anything to anyone... have you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Álvar pretended, knowing it was impossible for her to fall for something like that.
"Please, I beg you, don't tell anyone," she pleaded. "I didn't know anyone could see me. I don't want you to think badly of me. I wasn't looking for anyone, nor was I seeking anyone's attention. It's not something I do often, really."
Álvar finally looked her in the eyes. There was clearly great concern in his gaze. His smile was gentle, but nervous. She was trying to manage the situation with her demeanor and impeccable ladylike behavior, but he could tell she was just as embarrassed as he was.
In the same way that he had feared her scorn, she feared his.
What a charming soul, so like his own! He wanted to protect her forever!
"You needn't worry," Álvar replied, with all the kindness he could muster, eager to show the sweet young woman that she could trust him. "I haven't told anyone, and I never will. I give you my word as Third Lord ofSuazo."
A great expression of relief spread across the lady's face, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes and her obvious weariness. She, too, had been unable to sleep. Her gaze fell to the floor.
"Thank you so much, sir. I am indebted to you. You didn't save my life, but... you now save my honor."
Álvar could detect a hint of sadness and resignation in her voice as she spoke of "her honor," knowing how important it was for a lady seeking her place in a new family to have an impeccable presence and reputation. Clearly, she was a romantic and sensitive young woman, just like him. He could read her mind, and therefore understand her actions. He couldn't judge her. But he knew that different things were expected of a lady, especially a foreign lady. Strange behavior and insubordination were reprehensible and grounds for rejection. And to be rejected by a suitor and his family was a social condemnation for a lady. A punishment that lasted a lifetime. Poor girl! That was her struggle against the world. To fit in at all costs, to marry a man she didn't love, and to renounce her entire being to fulfill a duty imposed by birth!
Álvar felt that he couldn't help but love her irrevocably. He wanted to free her from that chain. With him, she could be whoever she wanted. She wouldn't have to be afraid of fitting into his family, because she already fit perfectly into his heart, and he needed nothing more. By keeping his secret, Álvar held the fate of his young love in his hands. But it was a very heavy burden. He didn't want this to be what bound her to him.
