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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

— WE  MEET  AT  LAST!

Possible  first  meeting  starter  prompts.  Send  me… (Send  🔁  +  any  emoji  to  reverse  the  outcome.)

✂️  to  cut  in  front  of  my  muse  at  the store. 🍝  to  sit  at  my  muse's  table  at  a  restaurant. 💰  to  pay  for  my  muse's  meal  at  a  restaurant. 🍻  to  run  into  my  muse  at  the  bar. ☕  to  get  coffee  with  my  muse. 💨  to  crash  into  my  muse,  cliché  anime  style. 🐶  to  find  and  return  my  muse's  lost  pet. 🙈  to  go  on  a  blind  date  with  my  muse. 🥴  to  drunkenly  flirt  with  my  muse. 🎮  to  play  games  at  the  arcade  with  my  muse. 🚗  to  pull  my  muse  out  of  the  way  of  traffic. 😱  to  be  trapped  in  an  elevator  with  my  muse. 🔒  to  break  into  my  muse's  house. 👊  to  help  my  muse  in  a  physical  altercation. 🍷  to  join  my  muse  at  the  table  after  they're  stood  up. ☔  to  stand  under  my  muse's  umbrella. 👛  to  steal  my  muse's  bag/purse/wallet. 🎉  to  talk  to  my  muse  at  a  party. 🚚  to  move  in  next  to  my  muse.

go to Pinterest, type in “[your muses name] core aesthetic” and create a moodboard using nine images

𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒 ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕖

👊  to  help  my  muse  in  a  physical  altercation. - from frank

They called her The Heiress. Well, it was one of the more acceptable titles to refer her to as in public or within earshot. Inheriting her father's ranch so early due to a tragedy, a crime that was never solved even to this day, people whispered possible predictions, none in favor of the orphan. Despite the tragedy, the pressure from every direction she prevailed against all odds. No one knew her given name, only her family one, Véghváry, what a strange name anyways; instead the young ranch owner introduced herself as Karma. Seemingly hellbent on taking her first name to the grave.

Law enforcement really couldn't take criticism, especially when it came to more serious matters and with considerable alcohol in their system. But how could've Karma stayed quiet upon the endless boasting of catching someone without a green card while the back of her property was a graveyard of gang members?

Cowards, all of them. The braver ones all had been shot, leaving only the rats. She dodged the furious swipes of the broken bottle effortlessly even in the crowded inn and broke an another on his head when given the opening. Smug chuckle freezing on her vocal chords when she heard the ‘Get her horse!’ yell.

Her boots a thunder as she sprinted past, avoiding grasps upon Villám's panicked neighs and the soon to be deputy sheriff trying to get close to the ebony mare with a knife.

Drawing her Colt was an ingrained instinct, yet that split second was enough for one of the officers to catch up with her. The man jumped on her in the word's most literal meaning, both of them landing in dirt, a full force punch cracking her head sideways before she could've shot in self defense. Head spinning with tongue tasting iron, the ten inch barrel Colt slipping a few inches out of reach from her always steady hand.

Karma still trashed, hissed every obscenity she could currently think of, her tirade cut short by hands wrapping around her throat with a "Fuckin' slippery bitch" grunt. She could try and possibly reach her gun and kill in rightful self defense, although knowing the sheriff...Villám neighed again, hooves hitting sand indicating she reared. She needed her, no matter the cost. The dilemma was solved when a well built man grabbed the officer and pulled the bastard off her in one motion; she couldn't recall seeing him around but he definitely seemed to be able to handle the drunkards pouring out upon the intervention.

Like a snake slithering in sand, she swung her body towards her gun, shooting the deputy's hat off with deafening thunder, immediately halting his excited sawing of the reins. Karma stood slowly, dust covered, bloodied, eyes wild with fury, Colt already cocked and never losing her aim.

“Lay a hand on my horse and the next one will go through your skull.” gone the visage most people encountered, the calm, leveled voice spoke of experience in taking lives. If not for the motorbikes parked nearby, or the neon glow of the inn, it would've been so easy to believe time simply stopped in the 1800s here.

“You alright there tough guy?” she inquired, but decided to not risk a glance behind, keeping the man in her crosshairs

this supernatural threat is nothing to Mr. Cowboy With a Gun