#MEEEAT

[girlygo2]

Maxwell doodles, and some meat practice. He looks like he'll really enjoy what he's about to have :)

sorry for drawing Monster Maxwell so much as of late, this guy is super fun to experiment with. I feel like I'm practicing him for something, but uh.. no idea what. Just for fun, I suppose.

#dst fanart #monster #sketches #meat #MEEEAT #RAUUGHH #i mean #um #oopsies #dont starve fanart #dst maxwell #monster maxwell #I shall populate that tag #cant stop me #dont starve #dont starve together #he's sort of fluffy #right?

[prey-4-me]

Strange Preferences - Pt XII

Prey Predator x fem!reader

Your decision is revealed

Amishta - name, meaning fearless, limitless

Tenahpu - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for man

Pabi - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for elder brother

Kiande Amedha - Yautja word for xenomorphs (hard meat)

***

Your aim was true.

The thing’s teeth shattered. It screamed, wounded. Tenahpu took the opportunity and slashed at its neck with his wrist blades. They sizzled as they sliced deeply. The beast stumbled backwards. Its head fell to the side, barely attached. Hot blood spurted everywhere. Tenahpu threw himself away from the blood spray.

Gurgling, the hard meat thudded to the ground. It began to smoke, its own blood burning it away. Tenahpu growled, wounded. He sat, collecting himself. You scrambled to grab his mask. It had landed near you. Going to him, you offered it. He took it, looking up at you. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but instead he raised his mask to his head.

Standing, he looked down at you. He was covered in green blood. His own blood? Clicking sounded. “Pabi!” You called out impulsively.

He appeared at the other end of the room. He gestured to the two of you to come. Tenahpu grabbed you and pulled you along quickly. Pabi was busy tapping at his arm brace. A red glowing thing floated out out of it. It floated strangely to the middle of the egg filled room. Stopping, it started to chirp. You were curious. “We go now. Run.” Pabi grabbed his younger brother and pushed him ahead. You were next.

You ran as fast as you could. It wasn’t fast enough. Pabi threw you over his shoulder. You bounced along violently. Flames and heat suddenly erupted from the corridor behind you. You felt you would melt the heat was so intense.

But the siblings outran it. Once the air had cooled to its constant state of overbearing humidity, they stopped. Pabi dropped you to the ground. He grunted at Tenahpu and the two spoke. After a moment they touched foreheads softly and Pabi was off. Tenahpu turned to you.

“We keep hunt.” He gestured to himself. “Must kill hard meat… only Tenahpu.”

You were shocked. You had cost him the hunt? He didn’t seem upset.

“You be very much brave. You… uhmgg… hurt hard meeeat.” You bit your lip, thinking of your split second decision. Taabe could’ve been avenged. Guilt filled your heart, nearly overwhelming you like the heat.  But the vision you’d had confused you. What had Taabe been trying to tell you? Tenahpu tilted his head, “Sssomething bad?”

You snapped out of it. Gritting your teeth, you nodded at him, “We go hunt now.” He grumbled happily, unaware. You fell in behind him as he stalked along.

The heat closed in on you again. Like your guilt, it was heavy on you. Tenahpu clicked at you softly in the darkness. Only your mask allowed you to see. He carried on, his muscular back smeared with his own blood. Weakened, he still had to take on the hard meat alone. Did you want him to succeed?

You walked into Tenahpu, who had stopped short. Peering around him, you understood why. A pack of four or five great beasts was ahead. They seemed absorbed in themselves, snapping and hissing at each other in a casual manner. Tenahpu remained motionless. Screeching sounded from deeper in the cave. Three of the things bounded off. The one left curled up, grumbling and wheezing to itself. Still Tenahpu stayed put. 

It settled finally. Tenahpu’s head turned very slightly. “You stay,” he grumbled quietly. You crouched down, leaning into the wall. Tenahpu advanced.

Carefully, he readied another net. You held your breath. He pulled a long knife from his belt. He inched closer. Closer. Transfixed, you watched.

Finally making his move, he jumped just inside the small room. Simultaneously, he flung his net and jerked the long knife in a downward motion. It extended to a short spear. As the beast began to scream, its blood sizzling through the net, Tenahpu calmly took aim and threw the spear powerfully. It went wholly through the thing’s head and stuck into the wall. Tenahpu backed off as the net finished tightening, hot blood spurting everywhere as the net disintegrated.

The great beast went limp, hanging from the spear, its hot blood eating through it. Taking no chances, Tenahpu carefully extended his wrist blades. Going in low, he sliced into the thing’s neck. The body thudded to the ground. Kicking it, he waited a moment. Finally accepting his success, he roared. It echoed through the cave. You were vaguely annoyed. Had he just inadvertently summoned more?

Gleeful, he called to you, “Hard meat is killed. Come, come.”

Apprehensively, you sidled up to him and the beast. The body was still sizzling, burning itself up in its own blood. The smell was incredible. You took a step back.

Tenahpu turned to you, clicking and growling. You understood nothing. Suddenly, he reached inside the thing’s head and pulled out its tongue. It had… smaller teeth on the end. You blinked. What a creature. He stuffed the trophy into a small pack and nodded at you, “We go now.”

You heard screeching echoing from somewhere. Not a moment too soon.

@coolninjavoid @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @lainphotography

#yautja x human #predator x you #yautja x you #predator x human #predator x reader #feral predator x reader #predator fanfiction #yautja x reader

[pvtaaaa]

THAT’S THAT BOOTY MEEEAT

#pvtalkshit

[henry-tem]

Mmmmm

Meeeat

#undertale #horrortale #sans

[chrishangry]

Meeeat

[vyo4]

Zombie Werewolf

Forest... hear growl... am chase... run. fight. bite... fall down... Was wolf? uhhgh... zzzzombie-wolf... Head hurts... so hungry... mooore hungry... *sniff sniff* meeeat... red meeeat! uggh... I eat this chair... *scarf nom nom* so hungry... I make bite now... hunt friends... make pack... zombie-wolf horde!!

uuhGHH-WOooOOoo!

Shared 6/22/2022 Sims 4 GALLERY LINK

#zombie #werewolf #sims4 #Vyo4 #sims 4 #gallery #2022

[blackgumball]

sell me ugly plastic dresses made by broken bleeding hands put em high up in the sky we won't submit to your demaaands and your blood shines like a rhinestone as we splash it in the street if you really loved your country hon you'd give up eating meeeat

#she speaks

[familiar-wandering-fey]

time flies

in the ten minutes it took me to happily restart this blog my cat totally biffed the landing to jump on my lap and dug one claw so far in I did feel it in my peaches when she yanked the thing out again

I then did my best Peter Griffin impression while I hobbled to the bathroom to assess the damage, surprisingly not that bad but to be clear I have been maimed. And right before I was about to have a mood-turn I thought about, “my meeeat! she got me in my meat!” from Righteous Gemtstones and all I could do was laugh it off.

I’m hoping that’s not an omen though, maybe it is in a way just not for Tumblr. I would consider myself a witch if I wasn’t a Capricorn so hard that I read astrological things and go, “huh, that’s scarily accurate, what a jolly fun HOBBY I doth have.”

#musings of the feywild

[fiddlededeejester]

wishign i cold eat raw meeeat (like sushi)

[twotriickhoofbea2t]

MEEEEAAAAT MEEEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT

A Torpid Unfeeling Conscience.

[nerdomancer]

tbh meatloaf is a gift for people like me who are chronically awful on the iron-levels front and also can’t cook for beans

#pyro rambles #mEEEAT

[yestfurday]

By Nicole Trujillo (Kompy, Tanuki) - 1999

Yerf.org description: “ My part of an art exchange for Kelvin the Lion(quarter-half,actually,but I'll explain later).Mmmmmmmmmm.......MEEEAT...Meatbunny(C)Chris Farrington “

(source)

#furry #anthro #vintage #classic #oldweb #oldnet #old #net #web #furrycore #netcore #90s internet #art #history #aesthetic #2000s internet #rabbit #bunny #Nicole Trujillo

[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER 57: Queens of the Stone Age - Part 3

“Oh, COME ON!!!” T’onga yells, gesturing to the blood crazed butcher confronting them, “When did this guy get infected?!”

In spite of his great bulk, the Armenian butcher, Arma, vaults over the display counter and charges at Moya and T’onga, cleaver in hand, howling “fREsH mEat, FreSH meEEat!!!”

Moya, however, is ready for him. WITCH MOUNTAIN materializes and unleashes a barrage of punches at the madman. “POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP!!!”

But the detective watches in amazement as the overweight man somehow dodges the attacks in the nick of time, the Stand’s fists barely grazing him. “A Stand user?!” Moya thinks, “No, that’s not it…! He’s not seeing WITCH MOUNTAIN…! By pure instinct, he’s reacting to the threat coming his way…!!”

While she grapples with this, Arma slips past the Stand attack and swings at her with his big knife. Moya recoils at the last second and the steel glides through her sleeve. Had she not moved, the strike would have cut her to the bone. “AAAGH!!!”

“aHAhahA!!!” he cackles.

“MOYA!” T’onga shouts, unconsciously rushing to her aid. 

But the detective doesn’t need help. As Arma exalts himself in getting past her defense, she directs WITCH MOUNTAIN to strike him with a high kick to the chin. This time, he doesn’t dodge, flying straight up and hitting the low ceiling, before plummeting into a pile of severed right arms.

With the assailant down, T’onga quickly pulls Moya by her other arm and drags her past the counter, avoiding the mutilated remains on display. “C’mon, c’mon…!” the assassin urges, “the others are probably close by! They might have heard that!”

“In there!” Moya says, pointing to a heavy metal door at the back of the butcher shop. They pull it open, a burst of cold mist spilling out. 

The two women rush inside as Arma begins to recover, lifting his face to reveal a mouth full of shattered teeth in time to see the door close behind them. “PrIMe cuts!” he hisses, “BesT IN the cItY!!”

                                                          ***

Moya breathes, a torrent of visible mist billowing out of her mouth in the cold air. She leans against the closed door and peers around the freezer they’ve shut themselves in, massive hocks of meat held up on hooks and other cuts placed on racks along the walls. “If I live through this, I might become a vegetarian. I’ve had enough of meat.” She looks up and notices T’onga eyeing her suspiciously. “What?”

“Show me your arm,” the assassin demands. “He cut you with that knife. He might have infected you.”

Moya sighs, releasing another cloud of condensed air. “He didn’t cut me,” she declares, displaying her arm. “He just got my sleeve, see?”

“Then what were you yelling about back there?!”

“He surprised me! Big guy like that shouldn’t be able to move so fast…” she inspects her torn sleeve. “He wasn’t a Stand user, but somehow… QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE increased his abilities to the point he could evade my attack even without one. This has to stop soon, otherwise, not even Stands will be able to defeat Sunmi…”

T’onga sighs, shivering in the cold. She raises her hand, summoning HOUSE OF PAIN, to appear on her arm like a malformed falcon. “Well, for the moment… The side door we came in and the front door to the shop are still closed. I can use my Stand on him, then we can hole up in here and figure out what we do now.”

“No. He’s an innocent. A victim. I won’t allow you to-”

“I’ll be doing him a favor!!!” T’onga roars, cutting Moya off. “Oh, what? Is he supposed to go back to his life, running his quaint little store? After what he did out there?” 

The detective purses her lips, having no answer as T’onga goes on. “Even if your Stand could heal him, which I doubt it could, he can never go back to his old life! None of the infected can! How cruel can you get?”

Moya stares at her, frowning deeply. She murmurs, “I…” then trails off.

“Umm… excuse me…?” Both women stiffen at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, but relax when a woman and a young girl creep out from between the hanging meat. They both shiver in the cold, the woman holding her daughter tight, rubbing her arms to keep her warm. She extends a trembling hand in a pacifying gesture. “W-w-we don’t mean any harm…! T-this is… my daughter. This is my husband’s butchery…”

“Your husband…” Moya says. “The man outside? Arma?”

The Armenian woman nods, shaken. “Yes… He… He was helping customers, like always, when suddenly… Only ten minutes ago, suddenly, he…!” The woman abruptly becomes hysterical, collapsing to her knees in tears. “I don’t know what happened!! He started shouting and… s-stabbing anyone close to him! O ter Astvats…!!”

Watching her mother weep, the young girl looks up at T’onga with a thousand yard stare and says “You said… about helping my Papa. Doing him a favor…”

“Ah…” T’onga utters.

“Is… my Papa sick?”

The assassin stares into the girl’s eyes, dumbfounded. Moya steps up now, placing her hand on T’onga’s shoulder and addressing the girl. “Yeah, he is. But don’t worry… I’m gonna fix him.”

With that, she turns to the door. “Wh-What are you doing?!” T’onga exclaims.

“If I’m not back in 5 minutes… No, in 1 minute, use HOUSE OF PAIN.”

“You can’t be serious… Moya, it won’t work! You can’t help him! Any of them…”

“And yet I have to try,” Moya announces, stopping at the door. “No matter what, I have to try. It’s the right thing.”

T’onga stares with a mixture of amazement and annoyance as Moya pushes the emergency lock and steps outside. The assassin pinches her temple as if she’s having a migraine. Then Moya closes the freezer door firmly behind her.

                                                    ***

Moya steps out into the front of the store and is immediately greeted by the maddened stares of half a dozen more victims of QUEENS, summoned by the butcher. Among them are two of the infected police officers, joining the others in shoveling raw meat into their mouths.

“naDJa? sVetlANa-jan?” Arma the butcher implores. “aRE You IN tHerE, My lOVELy GIRLS? DON'T bE shy, cOme OUt AND Meet mY NEW FRieNds! cOMe On nOw, wE mUSt REcEIve Guests! SErve iT uP, TEndEr meAT! thigh-sTEaK, ruMP-steAk, liver aND BAby-BAcK ribS!”

As if waiting on a cue, the rest of the assembled lunatics form a vulgar chorus. “tALl ladY cOmING OuTTa ThE FrEeZeR! TALl chIcKS TuRn ME On! -- seE thAT dark meat, dadDy WANtS SomE oF tHAT! -- mUlatTO buttS, loVE me SomE LaTiN giRlS! -- WetBACk wHOre! -- GOnNA Wear yoUr TEETh LIke A NeckLaCE, yOU FUCkinG WHore! -- bite YOUR fiNGERS OfF likE CARroT stiCKs, FInger-LicKIng GOOD!”

The detective listens to this for as long as she can stomach, until finally, she breaks… into sharp laughter. The bloodthirsty chorus comes to a sudden end, the infected not expecting this reaction.

“Is that supposed to scare me?!” Moya scoffs, grinning at the horde. “You’re going to have to try harder than that. Come on…” she raises her fist to them, “If you got something to say, come over here and say it.”

Her smile gone now, WITCH MOUNTAIN emerges to take the same stance as her, black oil dripping onto the floor from between its fingers.

A howl goes up amongst the lunatics. They charge, bounding over the counter, some slipping on the blood floor in their effort to reach her. They gnash their teeth, clamoring to tear and murder.

“POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP!!!!!” The Stand’s fists flurry into a blur. Empowered by QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE, the bloodthirsty infected duck and weave away from the barrage. But each punch that misses flings oil through the air, spattering the walls and floor.

Finally, a  full-on strike lands right between the eyes of an athletic woman. The black liquid covers her face like a mariposa mask and she falls backward, clutching at her eyes. Moya takes a small cut on her upper arm. She winces once, then lands an oily fist right on her attacker’s mouth.

“They’re like kids…” Moya thinks, swaying away from a knife swipe aimed at her face. “Kids or teenagers, trying desperately to be scary… I wasn’t sure before, but I am now. T’onga’s wrong. Their dark sides haven’t just been released… This is something that’s been done to them… Forcing them to satisfy the evil in that woman’s heart. That woman… Sunmi…”

Though forcibly made superhuman, they are still only human. They cannot evade WITCH MOUNTAIN’s attacks forever. Before too long, the seven infected in Arma’s shop, including the butcher himself, are writhing on the floor as the oil roots out the poison from their minds. It drains out of them as black tears. Within a minute, a new sound has risen. Not a roar, but a wail.

“Oh God, oh my God…!” Arma whimpers, head in his hands after vomiting profusely. “What have I done… I- I killed those people… Some of them were my friends…! I wanted to…!”

Moya lays a gentle hand on his shoulder, then kneels down to meet his eyes. “Somebody poisoned your mind, tainted your soul. You were used. You all were…”

“B-but you…! You saved us!” the butcher wails desperately. “You… You can fix this! You have some strange power, I sensed it! You can fix all this, can’t you…?!”

Ashamed, the detective looks away. “...I’m sorry… I can’t undo what’s already been done…” Looking back up with resolve, she announces, “But I can bring justice to the one responsible.”

                                                        ***

MEANWHILE, NEARBY…

Sunmi gasps, as if in pain. The lunatics around her watch her expectantly, like dogs waiting for a treat. They recoil and whimper as a look of evil hatred darkens their mistress’ face.

“I’ve lost touch with some of my awakened…” she mutters. “This can’t… All-Kill said there was somebody who might be capable of reversing QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE. That woman… running with T’onga… was she the one…?”

She grinds her bared teeth, producing an almost inhuman grating sound. “No… No no, I don’t accept that. I’ll show her… I’ll show her what happens to those who try to hold us down…!!”

                                                       ***

“Sesang-e…” T’onga mutters, stepping into the store to see the people cured of their madness. She was a second away from using her Stand before Moya knocked on the door and led them outside. Now, the young girl dashes past T’onga and rushes to embrace her father, crying “Papa!”

“Svetlana…!” her mother cries, staying behind T’onga and Moya, watching her daughter bury into her father’s shoulder, smearing blood on her face.

“Nadja…” Arma murmurs, sounding exhausted.

The Armenian woman looks at Moya. “You… You fixed him… You did, yes?”

She nods. “Yeah…”

Gingerly, the woman approaches her family slowly. She hovers over them for a moment until she meets Arma’s eyes, seeing that they are those of the man she loves. She collapses then, falling to her knees to embrace him and Svetlana. “Im ser…!!!”

“I don’t believe it… You.. You actually did it…” T’onga mutters. 

“I told you I would,” Moya declares grimly.

“I always thought… it was unbeatable…” the assassin says, seeming not to hear her companion’s reply. “That the only defense against it was to run and hide. But you…” She trails off, looking up. As quickly as it appeared, the hope in her expression drains completely. “We need to move… All of you, NEED TO MOVE!!” she bellows, surprising Moya and the cured victims.

T’onga drags Arma and his family to their feet and pulls them towards the back, while Moya also spots the cause of her panic. Scores of crazed victims of QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE leer at them from outside, clutching bricks and rocks. They hurl them through the shop front windows, completely shattering the glass. A dozen of Sunmi’s drones fly in and sting the six people Moya just cured.

Their evil returning, the lunatics shriek in rage and charge at the women. One of them slips right past Moya and pounces at Arma and his family. Of all people, T’onga stands in his way, slapping him down mid-pounce with a large strip steak to the face. “HYAAH!!!”

The infected man hits the ground, as the Korean woman shoves the Armenians into the back hall while Moya holds the others off. A couple of the drones approach to infect Moya, but WITCH MOUNTAIN effortlessly swats them away.

Both T’onga and Moya watch as Sunmi enters through the shattered window, flanked by her maddened thralls. The assassin grimaces at the sight of her and turns to the Armenian family. “Go out the back and get out of here! Don’t stop until you find cops!”

“Th-thank you…!” Arma stammers! “I can’t thank you en-”

“NO TIME!! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!” T’onga shouts in his face, terrifying him and sending him sprinting out the back door. With the family out of the way, the two women also retreat into the back hallway.

WITCH MOUNTAIN rips the freezer door off its hinges and wedges it in the narrow hallway. For good measure, it gathers all the nearby cabinets and containers to form a barrier between them and Sunmi. Moya curses. “Curing all those people is impossible as long as she’s there to re-infect them! We need to take her out before anything else!!”

“Yeah… I might have a plan for just that,” the Korean woman replies.

“...You’ve got a plan? What happened to running and hiding?”

“If you don’t want to hear it, we can go back to doing just that-”

“I was kidding! Tell me the plan, quick! I don’t know how long that barrier will hold.”

“You’re not going to enjoy it.”

“I don’t care. They dropped a helicopter on me. At this point, I’ll do anything.”

“Ah… That’s good to hear.” With lightning speed, she punches Moya across her jaw, striking at just the right spot to rattle her brain. The detective collapses, knocked clean out. T’onga looks around with shifty eyes, then drags her up the nearby stairs.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #achtung attitude #moya pezzente #Witch Mountain #ch57

[misforgotten2]

No wonder they keep babies behind bars or tightly swaddled or even on a leash. They’d take a bite out of you as soon as look at you. Meeeat Meeeat Meeeat . . . .

Parents Magazine   May 1953

#vintage ad #baby food #baby #meat #funny

[xlcedines]

Wal has been supernatural supplies shopping...

[[MORE]]

Jain

meat...

more meat...

meat!!! meat!!! meat!!!

(Leftover Moose, Raw Cow(frozen), HUMAN(frozen)

Soft collar. With Jains Name on it. Like a freak.

Marnie, Autumn

Pre-Shredded Chicken

Tea (Marnie)

herbal supplements

dryad food/pollen based (Autumn)

More Tea:tm:

Floral Brewer (Marnie)

Condensed Harebell Seeds (Autumn)

Zalista

MEATTT

meaattt

MEEEAT

Moose, Moose, Moose

Elk

Lettuce

Nero, Orion

Human Blood(Frozen)

Human Blood (Dehydrated)

Alchoholic Mix(back order)

Gret, Ninat

Magick Vials (Ninat gift)

Cinnabon (Gret)

Hourglass (Gret)

#text #*action #ooc #hohoho

[ceruleansol]

Mystic Messenger Drunk Chat

[Summary]

Where Saeyoung, Jumin, Zen, and Yoosung try a new kind of beer:

jaehee: mr han I suggest not joining them since you have a meeting in the morning

jumin: assistant kang I already.. how you call it.. cracked a cold one open with the boys

jaehee:

707: IM WHEEZING

zen: i died an hour ago

707: trade places?

jumin: you already raided my fridge like a caveman

jaehee: youre drunk mr han maybe you should sleep

________________________________

<<10:00pm>>

707: should I raid the alcoholic cucumber drink in jumin’s fridge

yoosung: maybe not?

707, already drinking a bottle: I only drink real beer

zen: i thought you dont drink alcohol

707: not anymore this sh*t gross

707: jk lololololololololololol

yoosung: he’s turned to the dark side

707: AAAAAAAAAAA

707: don’t tell jumin i stole elly

<<11:00pm>>

jumin: i regret introducing you to my beverages 707

707: this sh*t got me going

yoosung: is there … alcohol

yoosung: maybe I’ll take some so I can be manly too >_<

jaehee: mr han I suggest not joining them since you have a meeting in the morning

jumin: assistant kang I already.. how you call it.. cracked a cold one open with the boys

jaehee:

707: IM WHEEZING

zen: i died an hour ago

707: trade places?

jumin: you already raided my fridge like a caveman

jaehee: youre drunk mr han maybe you should sleep

707: tbst was zsn

jumin: 7 i think you forgot my name

zen: you all cant take your alcoloh

jaehee: yoosung how are you holding up

707: no ur jimin

yoosung:

jaehee: oh god he’s out already

707: LMAOSKSKS SJSJSBS AJZ

zen: did he even drink anythingg

jaehee: he drank half a bottle…

707: nopg

jumin: he can’t handle the acljjohl like us mene

jaehee: sir

707: ezzactly

jaehee: omg this is useless

707: begone not

jumin: no it’s actually working in our systems very well we just handle it well cu z we’re men

jaehee :

zen: i need more fourthird bottlee

707: how lonh dud it tsake ylu to typmye that jimin

jumin: like 7

zen: accuate

707: i waaass calllked

jumin: i meat secodss

jaehee: im concerned

707: i loce meeeat

zen: it’s acutaly god

jumin: what the hekc,

707: me

zen: goodd

zen: is what i ment

707: i khnow

yoosung: guys i couldn’t find another bottle

jaehee: oh good you’re alive

yoosung: T_T

jumin: you migt not watn antoehr bottle

707: i dooo

zen: juimk is going throug j htem like its water

707: lopalaksnensndbd

yoosung: uh

jumin: water is good

jaehee: mr han you’ve reverted to a 2nd grader

jumin: i atek full offesne assi kan

jaehee:

yoosung: o_o jaehee’s gonna get fired

707: i was peeifn wuat dud i misss

zen: juimin called jaehee an ass

jumin: i did not that was ta tyope

707: HEHEH

jaehee: i understood sir..

707: 11:11 makeuhwish

jumin: goos

zen: I wish for goose like juinm

jumin: I meant good you scounderal

zen: those are a lot more letters than what you typed

707: i wiz fou yusung

yoosung: i peed myself

707: ne in 5tj frad

yoosung: you.. joined a frat?

707: nO 5 GRADN

yoosung: OH YOU WISH SFOR ME

707: YAAA

zen: ewe so good at interapeteding

jumin: i never heard of that sportg

707: kmf

zen: ghjv oelj

707: sorry i fell

zen: i thogjht you were commincauting

707: naaoao

jumin: jaehee i need ot leanr these sports I am so behind

jaehee: yes sir…

707: iM on ny hubderdht bottel

jumin: that is wuite the accomplishemtn

zen: i htink im sone drnkign

707: iw kgnoth right

jumin: i might stpo oot

707: whelres yuusuung

yoosung: im onthe couchh

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger memes #mystic messenger chat #mm 707 #707 #yoosung #zen #jumin han #mm jaehee #jaehee #incorrect quotes #mm rp