Jul 8
podcast girls week day 3: wet cat wednesday!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
in which Stella cries
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podcast girls week day 3: wet cat wednesday!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
in which Stella cries
I'm excited for Season 3 of The Stench of Adventure! @strongbranchpro
Stella Thomas
Fandom: Harry Potter Story/Series: Keepers and Chasers Ship: Oliver Wood Face: Samantha Logan
Summery:
Quidditch was all Stella Thomas ever cared about. She loved being up on her broom kicking arse on the field. What she loved the most was seeing how mad Oliver Wood got every time she beat him. She’s not sure she’ll get the same enjoyment out of it, now that they’re grown and on the same professional team.
IDK either but the phrase has been stuck in my head for a couple weeks now and it was perfect for them.
Hey! I was hired by Strong Branch Productions to do some character art for their campaign to fund for Season 2 of their podcast The Stench of Adventure! Since the campaign is over, I got permission to post the art I did for it! Go give the Season 2 trailer a listen, I’m really excited for it!
just two little guys. theres no toxic relationship brewing between them surely
Stella
“Her sarcastic comments aren’t actually that funny”
“She’s too competitive”
“Dean didn’t need any sisters”
quaquaversal (adj.) - moving or happening in every direction instantaneously
“Happy birthday to you!” Everyone sang. Dean grinned and blew out his candles. Seamus happily slapped his friend on the back.
“Now cut the cake, my baby is hungry.”
“Your baby or you?” Dean asked, looking past Seamus to Maisie. Maisie was very, very round, almost nine months pregnant now.
“Both.” She stuck her tongue out at her brother, placing a hand on her stomach.
“Can’t say no the pregnant one.” Seamus shrugged.
“You’re encouraging her to be annoying.” Dean accused. Despite that, he did reach out for the knife and cut the cake.
“First piece goes to the birthday boy.” Stella informed Maisie, who was reaching for it.
“Seriously? Aren’t people supposed to be nice to the pregnant one?” Maisie asked.
“No. That’s a myth that nice families made up.” Stella answered. “Here, Dean.” She held her hand out and he gave her the knife so she could finish cutting the cake.
When everyone had a slice, Maisie went to sit down, eating her cake as fast as she could.
“Slow down, you’re going to make yourself sick.” Dean scolded his sister. She shook her head.
“Can’t slow down, gotta finish it before I tell you guys my water broke.” the record scratch was palpable.
“I’m sorry, what?” Stella asked.
“Water broke, jeans are wet, but it’s ice cream cake.” Maisie answered around a mouthful of cake.
“Maisie!” Dean jumped up. A beat later, everyone else was on their feet, Seamus took the cake from his wife, who pouted.
“Come on, we have to get to the hospital!”
“We have to get her bag!”
“It’s at the house!”
“Someone call mom!”
“She’s on vacation, can we even reach her?”
“Okay first and foremost, Maisie needs to get to the hospital!” Everyone at the party, Dean, Seamus, Oliver and Stella started running, trying to get stuff together. They were at the small apartment that Maisie and Seamus shared, so Stella ran for the bedroom to get the bag, Seamus and Dean quickly apperated away to the hospital, Oliver went running after Stella. Maisie, left alone, shrugged and grabbed her ice cream cake back off the table.
“Fine by me.”