do you know that we're all turning SFTRINSIDE?

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#sfterinside -- a semi-selective, independent, multi-muse blog, featuring canon and original characters loved by rach (29, she/hers).

established sept. 2025. always work in progress.

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[sftrinside]

Do you know that we're all turning SFTRINSIDE? We can save what is pure if the hearts can collide. All that I've ever known is the universe is wild, is the universe is wild...

[rpclefairy]

first meeting sentence starters.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

“Looks like we’re in this together now.”

[bluefurrsmemes]

Send "PHOTOGRAPHY" or 📸 to see 2 to 5 pictures my muse has taken of yours.

[kindofuneven]

there's a vortex of sound and stimuli rushing at him from all sides, flooding senses that he has to fight to keep in check on a normal day. he knows that he has to push through it. pull it back, like his hand from her arm. when it lingered a second too long. when she jerked away from the smallest touch like a slap.

her breathing levels out, but it doesn't change anything. not her heartbeat. not his, and he can feel it, the pressure, that pull and stretch like his skin doesn't fit.

she can't do this right now and it wasn't fair to ask. scott's pretty sure that at this point, he's lost the right to ask her for anything ever again. if she even talks to him after this. if she even wants to look at him. closed blinds and no contact. closed blinds and a space that she's supposed to fill, because she always has.

the question bulldozes through him.

he's still reeling from it when she apologizes.

" no, that's ... it's fine. it's okay. i get it. " but he can't, not completely, because he'd gotten up before the credits rolled and she was left sitting in an empty theater.

breathe in, count to four. breathe out. from the diaphragm, like jess taught him. it almost works. then she says that one word.

home.

scott's jaw goes tight, molars clamped down. not from anger. not even close to anger. he's biting down so that he can blink the blur from his waterline without having to speak around the swell in his throat. he nods, or he thinks he does.

he tries to.

like everything else he's been trying to do, it isn't enough.

" yeah. " it's another rasp, and she's not even looking at him. " o– okay. yeah. i'll see you there. "

the hallway stretches as she walks, shrinking after every step, like it's swallowing her. he swipes the cuff of his shirt across his eyes after she's gone.

[sftrinside]

its the stutter that gets her.

avi hesitates mid-step, the sound of his voice catching behind her like a hand closing around the back of her shirt, because scott mccall doesn't stutter. not like that. that’s her thing — the words tangling up on their way out when she’s tired, or upset, or thinking too fast,or all three.

what the fuck has she done?

the urge hits hard and sudden: go back. take it all back. tell him to forget it — every word, every look, every stupid second of the confession she let slip into the air between them. rewind the last five minutes and pretend none of it ever happened so things can slide back into the shape they used to be.

neighbors. childhood friends. simple. easy.

but even the thought of it feels dishonest now, because how do you ask someone to ignore the elephant in the room once you’ve given it a bright neon sign?

avi’s chest tightens. she keeps walking anyway, pushing through the doors and out into the open air before the pressure in her lungs finally breaks loose.

she doesn’t turn around, but she barely makes it outside before she’s gasping for a breath.

[milleroptimism]

That same hand 'clutching at the pearls' moves down a couple inches to grab at Sarah's shirt instead. "... It's too late," she says, her voice going soft, "I'm... committed to the bit." The back of her free hand rests super undramatically against her forehead as she leans back against the counter, "I'm... gonna win... an Emmy."

"Goodbye, cruel world. Give me... some fucking money."

[sftrinside]

Maddie watches the performance for about three seconds before her mouth turns down.

"Sassy…"

The nickname comes out halfway between a sigh and a whine.

"You’re supposed to be pretending to be devastated, not actually committing to it."

She nudges Sarah’s arm.

"Please stop. I don’t like when you do that."

[zuhaus]

" no, there's not a single fucking josh here. or none that i've met since i got here. i would remember someone with that dumbass name. " groan escapes her and daisy shakes her head a little. " i don't remember the context. it was a name being thrown around like one that i should care about and now i'm nosy. i swear, if this bloke doesn't end up being important somehow - "

[sftrinside]

maddie hums softly to herself as daisy talks, still half-folded into the stretch like she forgot she started it in the first place.

"okay, but, now i’m invested," she says immediately, head tilting. "and if you're feeling nosy, and i'm feeling invested, we should at least try to get to the bottom of it, right?"

she squints thoughtfully at the ceiling for a beat before her eyes brighten, like a light switching on.

"wait, hold on. i can just google him!"

she pats the floor beside her. nothing. another pat, on the other side. still nothing.

maddie pauses, slowly looking around the room like the phone might materialize out of thin air if she stares hard enough.

"…huh."

another beat passes before she remembers.

"oh! it’s by my bag." she gestures vaguely toward the corner of the room without even turning. "can you grab it? i wanna know if he’s famous, or if those people were just being weird."

she drops into a stretch on the opposite side, already grinning.

“if he’s not famous, i’m gonna be super disappointed.”

[zuhaus]

@sftrinside / 2025 playlist sc.

67 → FISH by addison grace

young teen sits on one of the stools in the kitchen, leaned all the way forward to have crossed arms resting on the counter and her chin on top of those. there's rarely ever any hiding of emotions for the empath. then again, the brooding almost-teenager wasn't putting much effort into concealing the furrowed brows, the pout or the dramatically overexaggerated sighs. avi's walked in and though she hadn't paid much attention to what she was saying, jami was sure there was the question of 'what's wrong?' or 'are you okay?' somewhere in there. shoulders are pulled up in a shrug at first. " sometimes it feels like ... everybody learned how to swim and i somehow missed the lesson where we learned we were fish. " quite a pictue she was painting and yet she has to add something. " metaphorically, i mean. this is not about actual swimming or being fish. " maybe another way to describe it. " i feel like a tangled vhs tape. one of those cassettes. "

[sftrinside]

avi pushes the door open with her shoulder, the soft thud of it closing behind her barely louder than the rustle of the grocery bags in her hands.

"hey, jams, i could use a little he-"

she cuts herself off when she realizes jami is draped over the kitchen counter dramatically, like someone’s just informed her of all the world’s wrongdoings in one go.

avi sets the bags on the counter in silence, starts to empty them.

tomatoes. a carton of eggs. a loaf of bread. normal things one would find in a normal kitchen.

“you, uh... you okay there?” she asks after a moment, already heading towards the fridge.

she stops in her tracks the second jami calls herself a fish.

"...right," avi says, and there’s a beat before jami clarifies — or tries to, anyway, though it doesn't really help much.

avi sighs, setting the groceries back down on the counter before sliding onto the stool beside her sister.

"vhs tape metaphor definitely cleared it up," she says dryly, "but... want to maybe explain for the audience at home? you know, just in case?"

one eyebrow lifts slightly.

"because at the moment i'm kinda feeling like i missed a few chapters.”

[kindofuneven]

he's patient. he doesn't repeat himself, doesn't box her in, just waits. lets her get there on her own, decide how much she's willing to allow today.

that's all he does, at first, after she nods — he steps closer. then he waits another beat to search her expression, her body language. focusing closely on scent because if there's discomfort, if she's nodding but she doesn't mean it, if she's only nodding for his sake and not hers, he'll be able to tell.

she means it. he's allowed, at least for now.

scott eases his arms around her, one at a time, and gives her the room to either sink into it or change her mind. she's tense. stiff - muscled, unsure. worry builds up, coils in his chest like rope. once her head finds his shoulder, he wraps her up a little more firmly. not so tight that she's trapped there ; it's the kind of pressure that he knows he needs when he leans into a hug like this.

he hears that tiny exhaled hitch of breath as the tension leaves her. it doesn't happen all at once, but she's curling her fingers into the back of his shirt and he's keeping his pulse metronome - steady because he knows that she can feel it.

downbeat. she settles in his arms, more decisively this time. uptick. her grip tightens and scott tilts his head, barely, so his cheek grazes her hair.

he feels human again for the first time in a while. the thought wanders through, fades out. trails some irony behind it that he doesn't care to unpack.

downbeat, and he presses the smallest kiss against her crown.

there's no move to let go, on his part. willow's got the option to, whenever she needs to take it, whenever this gets to be too much.

[sftrinside]

for a while, willow doesn’t move, just stays folded into him the way she used to, before.

the memory of it settles somewhere deep in her chest — warm, familiar, and almost painful in how much she missed it. missed him.

she presses closer without meaning to, her grip tightening in the back of his shirt, her breath evening out slowly against the steady rhythm of his chest.

safe.

the thought arrives quietly, and with it comes everything else she’s been holding back, and her throat tightens.

willow pulls back before she realizes she’s going to, blinking hard as the afternoon sunlight catches the shine in her eyes. hands lift automatically, instinctively gentle as her fingers brush beneath his eyes — wiping away tears she’s only half aware of.

and then, for a second, she just looks at him. really looks.

the question slips through her fingertips before she can stop it.

"why did you leave?"

her fingers falter, then move again.

"why did you leave me?"

a small pause.

"why are you here… if you are not staying?"

[benbraeden]

the shapeshifter just narrowly evaded any onlookers by a few seconds, crawling from it's makeshift home from the sewers, where he kept ben tucked in neatly. trapped and unable to get out for rescue. it isn't enough to just kill ben; the scratch that the shapeshifter has been wanting to itch isn't satisfied yet. when he bumps shoulders into the person he was looking for, he puts on a faux impression of benjamin braeden apologizing to a stranger, before he realizes who the familiar face is. "hey, i was just about t' come get you." ... open starter ft. shapeshifter.

[sftrinside]

the museum sits quieter at night — the old brick building holding onto the day’s warmth, the street outside already thinning to the occasional passing car. nadia slips the museum keys into her bag, turning halfway toward the sidewalk...

...and nearly runs straight into him.

she startles a little, hand flying instinctively to her chest before the apology leaves her mouth.

“oh my wo-”

then she blinks.

“benjamin?”

the surprise lands first, but her shoulders relax almost immediately after.

“i didn’t realize you were…”

the sentence trails off as she studies him longer than people usually allow in polite conversation.

“…here,” she finishes quietly.

her brow knits slightly, curiosity creeping in before suspicion does.

“you were coming to get me?” she asks, tilting her head a little. “from the museum?”

a faint smile touches the corner of her mouth, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“that is... new.”

she shifts her weight, crossing her arms loosely against the early evening air.

“when did you get back into town?”

[sftrinside]

@maderoom said THAT'S A WRAP! -- still accepting! hope picked: 59 → paradise (by coldplay)

gwen spots andrea without really meaning to.

the barbecue has most of woodbury out in the street — people laughing, kids running down the road. loud in the way it gets when everyone’s trying very hard to believe things are normal.

she watches for a second, doesn't move.

andrea looks like she can’t quite decide which side she belongs on yet, and gwen understands that feeling.

eventually she drifts closer, weaving through the small crowd until she's standing right behind milton.

"please tell me he's not complaining about the freezers again."

milton glances at her, gives a small sigh, and then excuses himself — leaving the two women alone.

gwen offers andrea a quick, crooked smile.

"you look like i did my first week here," she says. "like you can’t quite believe it’s real."

her fingers hook into the edge of her sleeve as her gaze drifts back toward the street.

"i lived in a little town like this," she says after a moment. "when i was little. kind of thought the whole world was about this size."

a small shrug.

"then my dad and i moved to new york, and it turned out the world was a lot bigger than i thought."

she glances back at andrea.

"but after everything fell apart… suddenly the only thing anyone was doing was trying to survive again. and the world got small all over."

another pause.

"places like this start to feel like something out of a dream after that, don't they? but.. life goes on, even when it gets heavy."

she shifts her weight, offering andrea another faint smile.

"it’s not perfect. not paradise, but... maybe it’s close enough."

[sftrinside]

@zuhaus said THAT'S A WRAP! -- still accepting! munchie picked: 98 → easy lover (by ellie goulding feat. big sean)

she's halfway through a container of cafeteria mac and cheese when she realizes jess is staring at her phone.

remi’s bright grin fills the screen — hair everywhere, juice box in one hand, the other raised triumphantly like she’s just won a marathon instead of a game of chase.

"she really is doing better now with the inhaler," amber reassures, nudging the phone a little closer so jess can see the picture better. "doesn’t fight me anymore in the mornings. well, not as much, at least. i didn't really realize the terrible twos were just a warm-up, but it turns out three-nager is the real threat. she comes by it naturally, though. definitely genetic. i mean, you’ve met my brother."

when amber looks up, she can already see the question forming on jess's face.

she’s gotten good at spotting that look — the careful curiosity people get when they realize there’s a blank space in the story.

remi's father.

amber exhales quietly, leaning back a little further in her chair.

"if you’re about to ask about him," she says with a shrug, "you might as well save your breath. i barely knew him then, and i certainly don’t know him now."

she stirs her macaroni absently with her fork.

"it was never easy, with him," she adds after a moment. "i gave him everything i had at the time, and... well, it turns out that still wasn’t enough. i should’ve known better, based on who he was. but i kept trying to hold on tighter… and he just kept drifting further away."

a beat. she reaches over, slides her phone back into her pocket.

"i’m not letting someone like that come back and be cruel to me," amber says quietly, "or my daughter. remi's better off without him."

[sftrinside]

SHE LIVES! (it's me i am she)

anyone else feel like 2026 has lasted five days and also maybe forty years?? no?? just me??

should probably get some work done but also i've been working my butt off recently and my drafts are calling me so i must go...

(but if i reblog some memes you should send me some because what is a writing blog without more drafts than one knows what to do with)

hope everyone is having a good morning/afternoon/evening/now i am giving you all a forehead kiss xoxo

[sftrinside]

cool so this??? ^^ actually kind of ended up!! being a lie!!! BUT i'm here now for real and excited to keep working on the drafts i started yesterday!

my wife came home from dogsitting yesterday and i started playing pokop!a and it's actually incredible and also very distracting which meant i ended up playing it until close to one am. whoops???

anyway i hope everyone is having a good morning/afternoon/evening/now. xoxo

[sftrinside]

SHE LIVES! (it's me i am she)

anyone else feel like 2026 has lasted five days and also maybe forty years?? no?? just me??

should probably get some work done but also i've been working my butt off recently and my drafts are calling me so i must go...

(but if i reblog some memes you should send me some because what is a writing blog without more drafts than one knows what to do with)

hope everyone is having a good morning/afternoon/evening/now i am giving you all a forehead kiss xoxo

[sftrinside]

rain drop, drop top, this right here is a tag drop, feat. peter!

[sftrinside]

rain drop, drop top, this right here is a tag drop, feat. miles!

[sftrinside]

rain drop, drop top, this right here is a tag drop, feat. gwen!