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“Are they following me because they’re interested in rping or do they just need the follow-back follower count?”
I’ve been seeing this a lot lately and I understand if people get miffed about it. I would be too. And I think it’s a good call to try and interact with folks by calling attention to it.
let it be known though
if I follow you but we never rp, it’s not that i’m using you to get my follower count up.
I’m just rlly bad at making the first move.
Follower count doesn’t mean squat to me since I know that it usually ends up being like, dead blogs I’ll never see again. So yeah.
This is a post where I’m encouraging you, the reader, to make the first move. Just try and talk to the people you follow, even if you don’t think they’d be interested in rping ( provided you follow their rules on contact, mutuals, ect ). Maybe they wanna rp? Maybe they don’t. Your chances can only increase if you come with an idea to bring to the table, so just try it!
Maybe a friendship will happen, maybe it won’t. But at the VERY LEAST you can say you tried.
So I have a long day tomorrow that’s gonna start early and I have work tonight where I close (and the chances of getting off before 1am are slim at the moment) so I’m hoping a quick nap will keep me going tonight and that I don’t die of exhaustion tomorrow.
Derek gently held Seth, leaning to breathe in Seth’s scent. There was a new, underlying scent that Derek recognized as newly changing wolf. It both comforted and scared him to cat h it on his boyfriend. “I know it’s not really me. What those drugs did to me…that’s what you’re scared of. And I’m so sorry that it happened.” He melted into the kiss, fighting the insginct to pull him closer. Seth’s next words finally made a laugh escape him and he leaned to kiss him more firmly. “Seth, I would willingly die if it protected you. I meant it when I said I couldn’t handle losing you.” He assured. “Here is where you need me, where you feel safe, so here is where I’m going to be.” He carefully lifted a hand, making sure to show Seth there were no claws before running his go hers through dark hair. “I love you, Seth Mitchell. You are my heart and soul. I would be nothing without you.”
“I don’t ever want you to have to willingly die. Not for me. Because I couldn’t handle losing you either. I really wouldn’t.” He snorted,
“Careful there, Derek. That sounds insanely close to a marriage
proposal.” He teased, humming contently at the fingers combing through
his hair. “I love you..” Seth smiled, kissing him again. “And you’re right. I do feel safe right here in your arms. Where I belong.”
Derek continued to comfort Seth through touch, knowing the change from human to wolf qould be helped by it as well as Seth’s natural reaction to it. He kissed back softly, gently wrapping his arms around Seth and kissing his temple. “Yeah? Would you say yes if it was?” He asked with a playfulness in his voice, trying to make Seth smile. Having hurt Seth hurt Derek deep in his soul, and he hated himself more than ever even as Seth told him to stay. “Then I’ll stay right here, help as best I can with your change.” He swore. “I’ll be at your side as long as you’ll have me.”
Steve glanced up at the alpha wolf slowly. “You sound like every other alpha I’ve ever met. And yet, here I am, gifted to you because I’m an omega. How else would you categorize what you are?”
Peter gave a confused look. “A gift? No, you’re no such thing. Not in this pack.” he replied. “Alphas are not superior to Omegas in the Hale pack. Anyone who told you otherwise is a fool and an idiot.” he replied. “When I asked to speak with anyone who felt like they didn’t belong, I wasn’t expecting to have you almost literally thrown at us.”
“They didn’t like that I kept questioning everything,” Steve answered quietly. “Guess they figured this was their opportunity to get rid of me. If you don’t want me either, I’m more than happy to go somewhere else or even live somewhere on my own.”
The alpha tilted his head. “Questions deserve answers, not pawning the inquirer off.” Peter replied. “My pack is…unconventional, you could say. The pack’s advisor and emissary is an Omega. Very powerful in his own right. Mated to my second in command, as a matter of fact.” He explained. “In recent days I’ve heard my land referred to as the land of strays, but I stand by the decision I made when I changed my pack’s traditions.” He explained, watching the blonde and holding out his hand. “Come with me and see? We do well on our own, every now and then I’ll travel, try to help more people. The Hales have a generous amount of land. If you don’t like it after a week, you’re free to leave, I assure you.”
Steve glanced up at the alpha wolf slowly. “You sound like every other alpha I’ve ever met. And yet, here I am, gifted to you because I’m an omega. How else would you categorize what you are?”
Peter gave a confused look. “A gift? No, you’re no such thing. Not in this pack.” he replied. “Alphas are not superior to Omegas in the Hale pack. Anyone who told you otherwise is a fool and an idiot.” he replied. “When I asked to speak with anyone who felt like they didn’t belong, I wasn’t expecting to have you almost literally thrown at us.”