The hallway lights flickered back on after the bell 🔔 , washing the lockers and tiled floors in a dull glow. We met there like it was unplanned, but everyone knew it wasn’t. I stood with Blosceir’s Karina and Reiss’s Liz, backpacks slung low, voices kept just quiet enough to feel thrilling. We leaned against the cold walls, debating in whispers, class or freedom? Blosceir's Karina kept glancing down the corridor, smiling like she already knew the answer. Reiss's Liz crossed her arms, pretending to think, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. Somewhere down the hall, footsteps echoed, making us freeze, then laugh softly once they faded. 😯

The plan formed quickly: slip out together, no second thoughts. A shared look, a small nod, that was enough. Can you guess how this school day will end? Grab your bag, meet your people in the hallway, and even if it’s just a quiet rebellion, at least we’re skipping it together. ♡

good eve reisol! I'm still outside at this hour... jangan bilang bilang mama dan papa ya, soalnya aku lagi dinner sama seseorang. 👀🤎

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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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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.

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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