angel

drew 6 pages of ianthe getting rejected because i am sane

WE MADE IT!!! Thank you all so much for supporting me on this crazy journey to DAY 999 OF ALECTOPAUSE!!!

This was such a long, tough, journey to finish this comic. I started outlining in March of 2024. There was lots of starting and stopping as life got crazier and crazier. I currently work 5 jobs (I know, i'm not kidding.) The ONLY reason this was ever finished was because of all the amazing support I got along the way and the amazing energy that the TLT fandom has kept up. Especially @alectopause kicked my ass in gear and gave me a deadline to finish.

So, thank you all so much. I never would have considered myself a comic artist but this project has given me so much confidence.

I’d rather carry you.

I ate peanuts discreetly, the once.

expectations: intimidating dark vestal who took a vow of silence

Sevika kisses your belly to ease your cramps

You’ve been like this for the past hour, trying to stay still, curled up in bed, one hand pressed to your abdomen, the other clutching the blanket as if that could ease the pain.

You don’t say a word, but Sevika notices. She always does.

“Again, huh?” Her voice is low, rough and laced with worry.

You only manage a nod. She walks closer, slow and steady, sitting at the edge of the bed. Her human hand slides gently through your hair, brushing it away from your forehead with a tenderness that makes you melt.

“Come here,” she murmurs, lying down beside you and pulling you against her chest. Her metal arm wraps around you, the other hand resting over your abdomen, tracing slow, warm circles through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“You don’t have to do this, Sev,” you whisper, though your voice sounds more like a plea for her not to leave.

“Oh, hush,” Sevika says with a soft laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hand moves lower, caressing your stomach with a firm, steady pressure that eases the cramps bit by bit. Then she bends down, her lips brushing just below your navel.

“Here? Does it hurt?” she asks between kisses.

“A little,” you murmur, your voice trembling, not only from the pain. “But, you know, I don’t think this is gonna cure me.” You manage a weak smile.

“No,” Sevika replies, her breath warm against your skin, “but it’s a distraction.”

She keeps going, scattering soft kisses over your belly, her voice a low hum between each one — words you can’t fully make out, but they sound like comfort. “That’s better,” she whispers against you. “I promise it’ll pass soon.”

Her lips start to move upward, brushing over your abdomen, the line of your ribs, until you feel her smile against your skin. The quiet that settles between you is the closest thing to peace you’ve had all night.

“You know,” you mumble, your voice already heavy with sleep, “I didn’t think this is how we’d spend the evening.”

“Kissing your aching belly?” Sevika teases softly.

“Exactly,” you laugh faintly.

“Well,” she breathes, resting her forehead against yours, “if it makes you feel better, I’d do it a thousand times more.”

Her hand drifts to your side, her thumb drawing slow circles. Your breaths sync, and with each one, the pain dulls a little more. You hate how wrong you were, this really does help.

“Thank you, love,” you whisper, barely awake.

Sevika presses one last kiss to your skin before murmuring, “don’t thank me, doll. This calms me down too.”