#angstheda

[talistheintrovert]

Oh my GOD, this took for-fucking-ever, because for some reason I decided to make this as difficult for myself as possible... anyway @hallowsedenmcspooks here’s your slytherclaw moodboard, because I love you and our dorky friendship. 

[talistheintrovert]

YESS I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU YOU DESERVE ALL THE FOLLOWERS MY FAVORITE TALISWOMAN 💞💞 💡I have dark brown hair, um, I'm 5'4, and you've seen my face. I am Chaotic and a huge ass nerd. I also am mildly athletic and love glitter. And also I get distracted either really easily or not at all depending on the phase of the moon. But overall, i'd say i can be a bitch or really nice depending on if i like you/can tolerate you or not. And, because I'm greedy 👀

Saumya was lying on the floor with her feet up on her bed, staring at the massive poster of the moon she’d stuck to the ceiling. On it, she’d written, “everyone goes through phases, but unlike you, the moon isn’t a punk ass bitch” in black sharpie.

Music was playing softly from the corner of the room, an eclectic playlist of songs that was filled with such jarring tonal shifts that it confused her friends, but it made her happy. Calming melodies gave way to thumping baselines which changed to emotional ballads, and her brother banged on her bedroom door, yelling at her to turn it down. 

She rolled her eyes - it wasn’t even that loud. So of course, she turned it up, flipping the bird to her closed door. 

She kicked her feet a little, which disrupted the homework that was spread out across the bed, scattering pieces of paper and errant pens. She’d given up on it ten minutes previously, after getting distracted by one of the books she hadn’t read yet, which she had then left discarded on the floor somewhere around chapter 7. But she knew she’d end up finishing both before the night was through. She just couldn’t leave the book unread or the homework undone - it would irritate her, like a stone in a shoe, until she finally gave in.

Her weekend was nearly over, and she had a strong desire to roll her eyes at nothing in particular. She sighed, tapped her feet a little more, and sat up. She dragged her bedcovers off the bed and onto the floor, because she couldn’t be bothered to climb back up there again. Saumya looked down at her homework, trying to muster up the energy to do it, when all of a sudden, something caught her eye. In the corner of her room, under her dresser, was a round fruit. It was bizarre looking and misshapen and pink, and she reached under the dresser, straining to reach it. 

When she pulled it out, she frowned. It smelled like a lemon, but it looked like a pomegranate. She poked at it, confused, and it suddenly started glowing with a strangely ominous purple light. 

“What the fuck?” Saumya blinked.

“I told you she’d say that,” the pomegranate said, and she screamed and threw it across the room. 

“And I told you she’d throw us,” another voice said from the fruit as it bounced. 

“Well, I guess we both keep our money then,” the first voice said, sounding disappointed.

Saumya stared, wide-eyed, and just barely registered her brother’s voice outside her door, “MOOOOM, Saumya swore! And she has boys in her room!”

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And here’s your moodboard!

If you want something like this, come celebrate with me!

I’m gonna be honest I have no idea what the fuck this is. So obviously it suits you perfectly. Love you babe.