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hello ~ this is also selene, bringing to you the one of the many reasons why plotting has been slow: kang shiah, 26, former almost valedictorian turned lingerie brand owner, party girl, and a self proclaimed gossip girl success story ... sort of. she's actually the you've got mail skeleton in the gossipgirl subplot. the dossier is ready to go, and under the cut i'll have her app and other information to facilitate plotting! please like this post or hit me up via disc ( paraselene woman#8196 ) if you'd like to plot, as always!

#xoxo.intro #◟ ⋆ 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝? › ooc

* on the way ⏤ featuring @jscariot

"what the hell," is the first sentence that falls past her lips upon after meeting hyunsik at the entrance of her place, mahogany hues giving a once over of his outfit of choice, "that's the best you could do? we were told we could go all out and all you got is a basic ass suit and mask? what are you supposed to be anyway?" shiah questions with a hand on her hip. then again, comes to remember that men's fashion pales in comparison to women's, one of the reasons that vana gloria continues to only serve women as their target demographic. despite it all he does look good, always a fine specimen to be caught walking in together with, but it's not like she could actually tell him that to his face; they've known each other long enough that he could probably feel that sentiment underneath the rugged nature of her words anyway. leaving the door open for him to follow through, she moves into the dining area where shots are already prepared the taking. "wait," she starts, pausing before turning in his direction again, a manicured finger pointing at the small package within his hand, "that's not what i think it is, right. is that for me?"

#◟ ⋆ on the way › with hyunsik #jscariot #xoxo.event03

▌: 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 & 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑺 ⏤ @rpxoxo featuring kang shiah as the devil 🔥

put your hands to the constellations * the way you look should be a s i n, you my sensation i know i'm preaching to the congregation we love jesus but you done learned a lot from s a t a n

#xoxo.event03 #◟ ⋆ 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 › vibes #* going to sleep and everything else done tomorrow srry for being all over the place!

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#◟ ⋆ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 › visuals #long post

* find your way back ⏤ featuring @substanse circa feburary 2023

there's an inexplicable stir of feelings that crashes over her when she observes saerom on television for the first time. it's something shiah remembers all too vividly ⏤ tangled within the sheets of a former lover's bedroom, the screen flashing to a channel at random for some semblance of background noise during a conversation. there's a familiar timbre that flows from the speakers and strikes her like a blade to her fluttering heart, seizing her attention almost instantaneously; gaze flitting to the screen to be captured by her ( former? ) friend's features after years of silence made them distant. the previous discussion deteriorates into nothing, forgotten just like her lover's presence as she finds herself ensnared by the drama for the rest of her time there. the burden of responsibility for their distance bears upon her shoulders, regret weighty like lead.

and from that time on shiah continues to follow her career from afar, using internet accounts to push back against negative commenters and troll accounts. a small atonement, she believes, as she isn't sure where they stand or if it was even her place to reach out in hopes of amending what they once had. saerom was one of the few people within her life that she could empathize with in earnest, a mutual comfort so greatly needed and nurtured during their classroom days. but there's a divergence that becomes palpable past graduation, when it seems like saerom is settling into her illustrious university, and shiah remains careworn with a bleak future as a college dropout and defective low-end worker. she was the one to sever their ties first ⏤ they were already conversing less due to schedules, and the last thing she wanted to do was debase saerom's worth by compelling her to stay for her sake. she wasn't selfish enough to dim her friend's light. it's for the best.

several years have slipped away since that last day, the world relentlessly revolving on its axis, and shiah has risen from that desolate place. reaching out to the other woman isn't a possibility within her mind until she wakes to find saerom's picture besmeared upon the page of gossip girl, with something along the lines of secret affair and homewrecking a ten year marriage. it's all nonsensical ⏤ the thought of saerom having the gall to do something like that, and how netizens fall in line with the self evident fabrication as if it were law. they become rabid dogs, latching onto any account or article with her name with inexorable aggression, teeth sinking deep into her reputation. it's only then that shiah decides to reach out in the midst of it all via instagram dm, the knot within the pit of her stomach serving as a reminder of how saerom remained on her side when gossip girl launched her into her own seventh circle of hell.

what she doesn't expect is for saerom to answer; thinking her little words of consolement would swept away within the turbulent sea of messages she receives. their conversation doesn't last that long ⏤ too much time had passed between them to try to catch up via text, shiah says, and instead they arrange a date to meet in person at a restaurant with private rooms for security. it's where she finds herself now, downing a crisp shot of soju to alleviate the nerves that threaten to rise up. the door opens and the sudden nature of it causes her to raise from her chair, coming face to face with her best friend after god knows how long, and it takes everything within her to bypass the bitter pricks behind her eyes.

"saerom! hey⏤ wait, first ... are you okay? truly?" shiah starts once the door closes, not sure if she should rush over for a hug or give the other some space, the years apart laying between them. heart bounding against her ribcage, unsure of what to say, she takes an inhale before just saying what reverberates within her mind, "uh ... i ... missed you. so much."

#◟ ⋆ find your way back › with saerom #substanse #* forgot to put this was a throwback thread; sorry!

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[@plushvibes @sourires @orbreak]: gossipgirl recently added to her story.

#tbt #* gg said no slutshaming in my house; iktr !!

eatrun

what goes around comes all the way back around

all his life, puddles have forced him to watch where he steps. everything collisions and car wrecks, where he comes from, blood and motor oil have the same quality of inky black. on a gilded road where people are merely speed bumps to each other's destination, it's hard to tell whether a puddle on the pavement is from a cracked block or someone bleeding to death. if he has learned anything, it's that there's always a way around that won't get your tires wet or your shoes dirty. well, usually. this time, there's no way around her. she had seen him—the truth is the truth, no matter how well you can dodge the consequences.

at first, he didn't recognize her. but their eyes locked when he was on his way into the building and she was on her way out. and the entire day and the entire ride home, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he knew her. his gut has gotten him through most of his life—it told him something was wrong. wrong place, wrong time, wrong person. a lifetime of collisions and car wrecks, he can see a crash coming from a mile away. so, he tracked her down. it was no easy feat, considering how bad he is with a search bar, but he found her fast enough. she looked different, to say the least, but yoonsu remembered her. kang shiah from gyeonggi girls' high school. an awkward plus one, as far as he was concerned, pushed further to the fringes by the infamous gossip girl.

she wants something from him. he wants something from her. that much is clear to yoonsu from the few messages they've exchanged. not wanting to stick around trying to figure out the inner machinations of a direct message function, he told her he'd like to talk in-person and sent an address and a time. he waits for her there now, fifteen minutes early. some nice, empty café in a part of the city no one can afford. smart suit and tie traded for ripped jeans and a faded t-shirt, sucking strawberry juice out of a straw, he looks nothing like the person she saw a few days ago. (someone else in the exact same clothes might have looked out of place, but amidst all that white marble and casual luxury, yoonsu looks like he's exactly where he belongs.)

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plushvibes

she has only heard the mythos of cho yoonsu throughout her life ⏤ animated whispers of detailed pranks and parties brimming with debauchery are of the norm in high school, and it only turns into hushed talks of him renouncing the family name and gambling every cent that he owns. shiah takes in most of the information in passing that it almost makes it seem as if he only exists within words like some urban legend, but it's gossip girl's posts that verify that he is amongst the living. something that she finds herself coming back to for confirmation.

because the connection isn't made when shiah is settled in a meeting with an architectural group, in talks of making her best friend's dreams of expansion into reality; chaebyul was never the type of woman to stay satiated after one accomplishment. there's too much discussion in regards to design permits and financial means for her to focus on familiar the features on one of the men seem to be, attached with the surname cho. nor is it realized when she finds herself holding the gaze of a man that emanates an austere air in his slim fit suit. when she gives a once over there's an inkling in her brain that persists, however, an itch she can't scratch, and it's not until chaebyul mentions yoonsu's name in an offhand comment when discussing the meeting that it hits her; while the face associated with gossip girl's high roller matches the one that couldn't look away, the conduct doesn't match the rumors. why was he at his family's place of business when he supposedly wants nothing to do with them?

it all becomes even more interesting when he's the one to reach out on social media, not bothering to beat across the bush. it's a rather pithy conversation, but the fact of him finding her out of nothing to go off of and wanting to meet up in a short period of time is incriminating enough for her to put two and two together. despite her busy schedule this week she obliges his request, not from empathy or pity ( rich kid can't survive without family, what a revelation ) but out of opportunity ⏤ give shiah an inch, she'll take a mile. punctuality is a virtue that she continually exercises by arriving within milliseconds of the agreed time, but it takes a couple of minutes of standing in the doorway for her to recognize him in plain clothing, questioning her guess with a "yoonsu?" disappointment shields itself behind a tight lipped grin before sitting at the table with him. the emotion is engendered by the juxtaposition of her balmain off the shoulder dress to his ripped jeans; an unconventional pairing, but shiah's outfit wasn't for his consumption to begin with. she just likes to see some effort.

"didn't recognize you there," she comments, unable to read the vibe he was giving off, therefore unsure on how to approach the topic at hand. "but i feel like we should keep this simple. just tell me what you want from me, and i'll tell you what i want from you," leaning forward, an elbow rests upon the table while her chin nestles atop of her fist, concentrated on his expression, "that isn't too bad, yeah?"

#◟ ⋆ what goes around › with yoonsu #eatrun #* i'm lov u and i'm sorry for the wait!!!

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gossipgirl sometimes, in an effort to spread the most outrageous rumors, we look over the very thing that’s even more scandalous—the truth. and the only thing more shocking than the truth are the lies people tell to cover it up. but it’s often said that, no matter the truth, people see what they want to see. some people might take a step back and find out they were looking at the same big picture all along. some people might see that their lies have almost caught up to them. some people may see what was there all along. and then there are those other people. the ones that run as far as they can so they don’t have to look at themselves. and as for me, i can see clearly now. xoxo —gossip girl

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* in another lifetime ⏤ featuring @remrse

the benefit was supposed to be a getaway masquerading as a charity event, this was common knowledge to those that regularly attend. shiah believes this year's event only serves to fuel the tension within the attendees ⏤ an aftereffect of having numerous magnates in one place. not only due to gossip girl's subsequent posts, but seeing the anguish that ferments within also reflects in jaerim's deep auburn gaze upon their next meeting, she knows her hypothesis rings true. so it only makes sense that another trip away was in order to unpack all the bullshit that march had brought. just the two of them.

and this type of deliberate care is a privilege that only extends to a few select people in her life; jaerim sitting high on the list of men that are actually worth caring for ( or rather, the only person on that list ), someone that she couldn't see herself without at this point. calling it fate that they were simultaneously experiencing the darkest point of their lives seems a little too dramatic for her taste, but as a woman of rules and logic, there is no clear rationale of how they were brought together. someone of jaerim's stature should have looked through someone as lowly as shiah was at the time, not at her. and yet when life's blustering waves threaten to take him under, he threw her a lifeline, tells her that she isn't alone. when she's finally able to take a breath, she lifts him up as well. they heal together, relationship blooming from adversity.

it makes sense why they're so close, why no one could compare to him. the rumors around the validity of their friendship also make sense, even gossip girl hinting at something more every now and then. it's easier to overlook that part than confront the lingering feelings that she dug six feet under eons ago for the sake of said friendship. it's nothing.

it's a haphazard type of planning made at the very last minute, but there's an allure to the spontaneity that's difficult to resist, especially when jaerim readily works in tandem with her, car at the ready to speed off towards a dreamy spot some ways away from seoul. the atmosphere feels sprightly enough to be tangible, all smiles and bright laughter ⏤ emotions unabashed in jaerim's presence because truly, what's left to hide from him? maybe she's caught up a bit too much in it, because by the time they get to the hotel with the scenic views, lodging is completely booked ⏤ save for the honeymoon suite that was cancelled not long ago. her heart leaps to her throat at the image of sharing a bed with him but they go with it in the end; staying long enough to settle their luggage inside before shiah drags him out to do whatever they could within the city, whatever they could to distract her from the rose petals adorning the bed that makes her feel as if she could combust at any moment.

it's something that they have to face as they return back later in the evening ⏤ or at least she does, as throughout the years she's convinced herself that jaerim doesn't see her as a woman, too much of a comfort to. the reality of the situation crashes into her when they enter once more, drinking in the oversized room that was clearly beautified for a married couple. her gaze drifts over to jaerim and prays to any god that's listening that he doesn't pick up on how her hand fans at herself briefly, her heightened awkwardness, "uh ... i know i said i liked the view at this hotel but we could have went somewhere else, really. because this is a lot," the reasoning comes too little too late, that's more than obvious but she doesn't know what else to say.

instead she makes her way to the bottle of champagne that sits upon the desk, inviting, "but let's just make the most of it, i guess. just," and she flips dark tresses over her shoulder rather dramatically as she looks back at him, silly, "don't fall in love with me. i know it's gonna be so hard for you because i'm just that lovable, but please. make a valiant attempt." laughter spills from her lips but it's a little more forced than earlier on, an attempt to lighten the mood that surrounds them as she works on opening the bottle. "do you want some? we could have some while you tell me what in the hell was up with that gossip girl post. seryung, seulki, and raon in one day?" she exasperates, ignoring that twinge deep in her chest that always comes when bringing his escapades up. it's nothing.

#◟ ⋆ in another lifetime › with jaerim #remrse #* sorry for the length fjdlsfjdsl

* don't play with it ⏤ featuring @sevoir

for whatever reason, the gods have spoken that it wasn't meant to be for seryung and shiah to be friends. or, at least, considering this was the second event that happened to her detriment where the other was involved, it's the only explanation she can come up with.

and normally shiah prides herself in her sense of level headedness, capable of withstanding any circumstantial curveball with a degree of repose ⏤ unless it threatens vana gloria, her financial stability. and taking into account the call that ended over thirty minutes ago regarding the investor that just pulled his support for her company, the same investor that won brought on board during the benefit ( and she's sure that is it's own storm brewing in the near future ) it doesn't require much effort to figure out why when you factor in gossip girl's post about her night of debauchery with the it girl. vexation simmers atop her skin as she's being driven to seryung's abode unannounced, a knee bouncing with energy, too distressed to even bother with social niceties at this point.

shiah could say that if this was the first time this happened she could bestow some grace, but she knows that's a complete lie. their meetup at the benefit was supposed to be a reconciliation after something similar happened after working together ⏤ when vana gloria became somewhat of a casualty due to the fall out that follows seryung's life, which results in a dispute between the two followed by distance. shiah remembers telling her that she didn't want things to get crazy at the party, and but she should have known better given their tendencies for indulgence. and yet, she's burned once more while seryung appears relatively unscathed.

she almost barks at the driver to stop once when she picks up the sight of the woman leaving her loft building, pushing herself out and authority punctuating every step she takes towards her. there's no hey how are you as she approaches, expression deadpan with an almost lethal undertone to it. "whatever you've got going on right now should wait," shiah announces, crossing her hands underneath her chest as she blocks seryung's way, "we need to talk. now."

#◟ ⋆ don't play with it › with seryung #sevoir

31m ago ⏤ free.siah just posted a photo !

#◟ ⋆ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 › visuals #* idk how else to announce a fc change so here you go !

entigon

maybe it was the environment. he would like to blame it on that, at least. there’s a certain, ominous portent that feels like it’s bubbling in the shallows of his insides. there’s something about being here, it being seryung’s property, seryung’s event. the ambiguity is more consolatory than purposeful. he knows why it stands out to him, what that something is. he tells himself this isn’t the time or place for it though and it’s true enough. philanthropy is what he’s good at—not playing the undertaker. would this count as that, though? taking the skeletons out of the proverbial closet? are they not buried already?

it’s just like hyejung says, he thinks too much. ensconces himself in his own head until he’s effectively ignoring whatever’s around him, which, in this instance, happens to be the body of another person. the same one he bluntly collides into, reclaiming his footing with meek, remedial steps to the left and to the right. “crap—i’m sorry.” he says, standing there uselessly and half-gawking. eventually, it does occur to him to try and help somehow, hence the brandishing of a handkerchief.

“you know, usually i am watching where i’m going,” yoojung teasingly clarifies. it’s a smooth interfusion of lighthearted apologies and timidity, meanwhile the fumbling of his hands is contrarily chaotic. he means to assuage the stain of sparkling water he’s accidentally poured into their shirt, though the permeation seems to worsen the more he dabs away at it. “is this… helping?” the epiphany unravels before him very gradually. yoojung slowly pulls his hand back finally. he narrows his eyes, peering analytically.

“—this… didn’t help. um.” he glances at them briefly, ashamedly. “what helps here? my jacket?” yoojung’s already reaching behind himself, pulling his arm free, “do you want my jacket?”

plushvibes

she's not drunk, unfortunately. at least, not yet. but she's at a nice stage of tipsy that fits well at this moment, where all insecurities of never quite fitting in to the upper echelon melt into the crevices of the floor.

it's also easier to believe that her current state isn't due to seeing the cascade of parents by the side of their children, no matter how dysfunctional their relationships might be behind closed doors. considering the fact that her parents couldn't even be bothered to answer her texts or calls every now and then, it's easy to come to the conclusion that they wouldn't bother to show even if their social class rose by the grace of god himself. it's a thought that's hard to ignore when multiple elders ask the same question, only for her to make an attempt to pivot the conversation or drum up some excuse. shiah finds herself tempted to take the entire bottle away from one of the servers and keep it captive for the night.

so it's makes sense that she's less aware of her surroundings, depth perception completely off enough for her to stumble onto someone else. quick reflexes make sure to grab onto their arm as to not flounder backwards and completely embarrass herself against the tiled floor; but that also effects the drink within his hand to crash into her top, soaking with a sharp gasp ⏤ though that was more due to the crisp temperature of the water stinging her skin than anything else. eyebrows raise while back hunches to avoid more contact with the drips of the top, and all she can say is a "damn, this was alaia. not vintage though ⏤ otherwise i would have to kill you."

still, her mind is impaired and it shows in the way that she attempts to wipe it away with her palms, as if that would do anything more than continue to make a mess on the floor. "i hope you do ⏤ otherwise this is a lame ass way of shooting your shot. very y2k, and not in a good way," she doesn't look up, more focused on how the spot seems to widen with the combination of their help, and eventually shiah ends up shooing hands away before her irritation increases as well. "you tell me," voice is monotone before she lets out a sigh ⏤ frustration would hurt the situation more than it would help.

"look, i'm not mad, shit happens. you just picked the worst time to ruin⏤" and when she finally gazes in his direction, her head tilts while expression brightens in familiarity, "oh, wow. prince charming in the flesh! i'm honored ⏤ but, sorry, yeah, bad time to ruin my shirt. i'll take the jacket," as her arms cross over the stain as to not get cold, "what helps is if i change this top and not freeze to death. you can follow me to my room and i can do a quick change so i can give you your jacket back ... unless ... you want me to keep it and start even more rumors?" and the woman takes this chance to lean in just a bit closer, teasing, "and you know that's not a good look for either of us right now." eyes and ears are everywhere, after all.

#◟ ⋆ untitled › with yoojung #entigon #xoxo.event01 #* jfc sorry pls don't match