Today was fun. Look likes Hurlstone’s Myungjae went out with Solmare’s Leehan, and somehow Myungjae was convinced we were “just checking the spot.” He showed up empty-handed, hands in his pockets, confidently saying we wouldn’t actually fish. Leehan let him talk. The whole time. While Myungjae rambled about currents and “timing,” Leehan casually pulled out the rods, the bait, the bucket— like, one by one feels like a slow reveal. Myungjae finally stopped mid-sentence and asked, "wait… why do you have all that?” Leehan didn’t explain. Myungjae laughed in disbelief, he actually didn't need to ask the expert and we ended up fishing anyway, the air full of jokes, light arguments, and that quiet fun of being messed with by someone who knows exactly how to do it.

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𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗗! 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖧 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖹 𝖨𝖭 𝖥𝖱𝖠𝖬𝖤, 🗽
𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖣𝖮𝖮𝖱𝖲 𝖠𝖱𝖤 𝖴𝖭𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣. ✶

A hush rolls through the 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖧 office, the kind that settles right before something begins. Morning light slips across our desks, brushing over the empty chairs we’ve set aside for the next editors who will shape our pages. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

Each seat glimmers with its own quiet authority, reserved for women whose instincts read like prophecy, and whose aura carries that unmistakable New York polish. The standard starts here! Entry remains exclusive to women born between 1990 and 2004.

Glance at the updated taken list. If your muse is still untouched, consider it your sign. Step forward only when you’re certain your path is clear. Timing places you; presence defines you.

👩🏻‍💻 ⋆ 📂

I, (Name + @), approach POSH to join as (Your Muse, + birth year). The chaos of drafts and deadlines never scared me—if anything, it feels like home. I’m ready to write, revise, and build with intention. If POSH will have me, I’ll take my seat and carry the rhythm forward.

When you’re ready, send your form to @PoshMagBot. If your name is chosen, a loud knock from us will find you, and welcome in.ㅤㅤㅤ

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‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍BLEACHED LUSTRE, ✶ ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍WINTERBOUND TWILIGHT.

A rustle slips beneath the masque, perches comes to abide upon hearts, / discern / genesis / home and haven.

✷ Herein subsists a jovial festive obscured in masquerade, we convene chosen kindred: a menage manor founded upon sapience, tutelary allegiance, and lineal equipoise. Apiece presence therein attain freighted season-bound.


❊ CROWN OF SNOWLIGHT (1998 — 2001)
❊ MISTLETIDE VEIN (2002 — 2005)
❊ HOLLYBORNE KINDRED (2006 — 2009)


ㅤ(The Midwinter Ball: Masquerade
ㅤSeason.) ✉️ For the chosen umbrae
ㅤmay endure within sphere: the clan
ㅤpickled, roles demarcated, and
ㅤborderline latticed. Veils shall
ㅤwithstand in picket-vigil, luminance
ㅤwill recede, and the house shall
ㅤunbar the doors.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Glacierborne,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ @Mistlesoir. 🌲


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Some leftover moments from a weekend spent together.

Vermillion's Juhoon appears first, standing in a cozy bookstore with shelves of books behind him, wearing a casual zip jacket and giving a relaxed hand gesture. Scarvaine's Juhoon is shown browsing through clothing racks in a vintage shop, focused and calm, dressed in layered casual wear with a headband. Solmare's Sanghyeon appears seated comfortably indoors, wearing a striped knit sweater, smiling softly in warm ambient lighting. Berthouven's Juhoon is captured inside a record store, wearing a cap and casual layers, looking off to the side while surrounded by albums and posters. Lachaise's Rora is shown flipping through vinyl records, wearing a leather jacket, her long hair falling naturally as she focuses on the music shelves. Soigné's Juhoon closes the series outdoors, holding an umbrella, dressed casually, smiling gently under soft daylight.

The overall mood is relaxed and youthful—friends spending the day together, moving through bookstores, vintage shops, record stores, and city streets.

Good evening, neighbors! Lowkey obsessed with this outfit lately. What do you guys think? 😎👆