#meensa

[ebonydraygon]

... it just occurred to me that you have an actual married character so Lexine/Cahn. LEXICAHN. like a lexicon.

You forgot the most adorable undead couple there is? FOR SHAME! You here that drinkingisgoodforyou? She forgot Lexicahn!

Who wakes up first?

Neither of them sleep, by Meensa gets up first.

Who is grumpiest in the morning?

Meensa. Usually because there is something he has to go do

Who cooks breakfast?

Meensa. Always. The rest of the base regrets when its not.

Who serves the other breakfast in bed?

Lexine tries to. Meensa suffers through it.

Who suggests the skip work and stay home?

Meensa. He’s really rather do nothing than stay home.

Who falls asleep on top of the other?

Again, neither sleep but Lexine likes the rest on Meensa sometimes. Because he’s so much shorter than her

Who always has to be touching the other?

Though incorporeal, Lexine. She likes to make her presence known around her husband.

Who stays up until 2 reading?

Both

Who kisses their partner while they’re sleeping?

They both give each other little pecks from time to time

Who is most adventurous?

Lexine. Or rather, she is in her imagination. Meensa is the one who gets dragged on them though by others

Who is most protective?

Both. Meensa maybe more so.

Who cares too much?

Defiantly Meensa. He adopts and cares for everything

Who is most competitive?

The only thing they compete on is who gets to cook, a contest Meensa (usually) wins

Who sings in the shower?

Both. Neither sounds good.

Who is more likely to get naughty in inappropriate places?

Meensa? He’s the only one with semi working parts, even if it is in a box…

Rate this ship:

10/10, till undeath forever.

[ebonydraygon]

Happy Story Challange: Lexine

A valentines themed entry for my (blood elf shadow priest in game but technically an undead) Banshee Lexine Cahn, wife of Dr Marnros "Meensa" Cahn. One thing about poor Lex is she cannot cook. At all. And no one has told her because Meensa threatens to melt faces if they do...

How can it be so hard to cook a this meal? I can manage cakes, biscuits, teas and all manner of breakfast products but apparently roasted gnome with full garnish was proving difficult. It was not helped by the oven-imp doing everything possible to make my unlife difficult.

I just wanted to make a romantic meal for my Meensa when he got home, was that too much to ask? He never seemed to have a problem making elaborate dinner and he was a shadow priest lacking a jaw. So surely I, as a banshee, shouldn’t be having this much bother.

The thought crossed my mind that maybe I should ask one of the base’s other residents for help. Or at the very least ask if they could clean up my failed attempts of gnome whilst I kept trying to work out how you stuff the seasonings into a gnome without it exploding. Perhaps Meensa had picked up a bad batch on his last supply trip? These ones did seem to lack structural integrity. The only problem was there wasn’t anyone else around. Zabra was off sulking and Alshee was taking her pets out for a walk. Actually, them being out was precisely why I was making this meal. Something special for me and my husband for the love festivities.

I heard the soft patter of feline feet as Bugsy, the patriarch of the cat colony that infested the base made his way in.

“Shoo!” I said, grabbing the broom to chivvy the cat out. Bugsy merely responded by jumping onto a cabinet and padding along to one of the patches of gnome residue. Bugsy was so contrary, I do wish Meensa wouldn’t indulge him so much. But then again, my husband had such a soft spot for cats, even if they were actually demons who had realised they got everything they wanted as demons much easier if they were cat shaped. Bugsy licked at the gnome splatter as I tried to swat him with the broom again. His fur stood on end after only a few licks and he sped out of the kitchen yowling like the demon he was. I took a breath to settle my nerves. At least he hadn’t tried to go for the roast.

As if on cue there was the pitiful sound of a wet explosion behind me.l Bits of gnome and stuffing flew all over the kitchen and through me. I turned around to see the oven-imp making a break for freedom.

“Oh no you don’t, get back in there!”

“Oh fel no lady!” the oven imp gabled, climbing the kitchen walls to cling to the torch brackets. “There ain’t no way you’re getting me back in there with you cooking!”

Broom in hand I swat the imp over and over. “Get back in the oven Sprout,” I ordered, but it was no use; the imp refused to let go of the wall.

Someone cleared their throat behind me, a horrific gurgling sound that could only come from someone who lacked a jaw. I turned around and saw my husband there, a sack over his shoulder and eyebrow raised at the mess to his beloved kitchen. I lowered the broom guilty.

“Sorry, dear,” I said, “I just wanted to make a romantic meal for you.”

“Well… then it’s just as well I had made arrangements for us to eat out tonight,” Dr Cahn replied telepathically after a moment’s hesitation. “There’s a brand new Scarlet Crusade camp that just set up nearby. Fresh recruits and everything.”

I can’t help myself as I croon and float over to give him a peck on the cheek. My husband can be such a romantic sometimes! Meensa threw the wiggling sack into a corner and linked an arm with me as we headed out to enjoy a romantic evening of bloodshed.

[midnightlie]

WHERE I S M Y WIFE HSE UHNDERSTANDS MY PAIN

[galladeandhisghost]

"Shhoooould aaaauld aquaaaintaaaance beeeeee forgooot-" "Human, shush" "-aaaaand neeeever broooought tooo miiiiiind!" "Human go home, you are drunk" "Shooould aaaaauld-" "HUMAN!" "SHUT YER PUS, GREENHAIR!" A rather drunken human flails helplessly at his Gallade companion, already heavily inebriated despite the fact it was nowhere near to midnight on New Year's Eve. With a heavy sigh, Zabra props his human back onto his feet where he teetered dangerously for a few moments before raising his drink in victory. "Dreavus..." "No Teep, you can't trip the human up." "Misdrea!" "Yes, I know he probably won't feel it, but I don't want to spend New Year's dealing with an injured human" "Drreeeeaaaaa..." "Settle down, Teep. Go steal some of Cath's food." "Dreavus!" Grinning happily to himself, the little Misdreavus zooms away to cause havoc among the other humans of the Ranch inbetween the merrymaking that was abundant everywhere. Zabra shook his head gently, a smile tugging at his lips none the less - it was difficult to be upset when surrounded by so many happy people, especially when you're empathic. "Greenhaaaair~!" "Oh, hullo Purple. Happy Hogmanay, not seen you yet!" "Happy New Year, Greenhair! Mis~! The eggs are starting to shake!" "Oh? D'you think they'll hatch?" "I hope so! Where's Master?" "Human? I sent him to stagger off over there and talk to Nick." "Oh dear... is he drunk?" "Who?" "The Master!" "Oh yeah, err, perhaps a tiny bit..." "Greenhair! You know Nick is going to burn him to a crisp." "Oops~" Zabra grins cheekily at Meensa, trying to look innocent and failing abysmally while the Mismagius floats off to save her human from inevitable firey doom. Zabra chuckles softly to himself as he heads over to the large barn that housed most of the Pokémon's sleeping quarters, going to check up on the eggs in Meensa's absence. Gently he pries open the barn, approaching a thickly covered basket in which the eggs reside. Beside it was a human, smiling in at the basket fondly. "Hullo human" "Hey, Greenhair" "I hope you're not planning to turn those into an omlette..." "Oh, sod off!" Zabra walks up, perching beside the human and looking inside the basket - the eggs were wobbling gently, giving a small hop on occasion. "Human..." "Yeah, Zabs?" "Why are you smouldering?" "... Oh ... so I am." "Also, how did you get from the far side of the ranch to here so quickly?" "I'unno" Zabra frowns at his human, then spots the splinters of wood littering the ground around him. Tentatively, slowly, both Gallade and Human look up in unison - there, in the roof, is a human-shaped ragdoll hole. Pausing to take in this spectacle, both human and Gallade look at each other again. "... Oh yeah! That's probably why my legs are broken." "Your legs are broken!?" "Yeah... I can't really feel it yet. Not sure why." "The cider in your system?" "Probably!" "So I take it you and Nick didn't go down too well?" "I vaugely remember being set on fire and rocketed through the sky... then I wound up here. Oh, Arceus... my legs! I think the alcohol's wearing off! Oh! Ow! Ow!" With a defeated sigh the Gallade takes his human in his arms and the pair of them teleport away for some first aid. ____ The evening progresses as midnight begins to approach, all and sundry are gathered around a huge bonfire in the middle of the field continuing their merrymaking. The Gallade stands with his human by his side and the Mismagius carrying the egg basket, the three of them watching the fire as the countdown ticks ever closer. A wave of hush befalls the group as the seconds tick away, closing in on the final countdown. As people begin to murmur in preparation of announcing the final ten seconds and waves of happy feelings start to wash through the crowd, the eggs begin to hop wildly as cracks form. A shocked Meensa exclaims, silent over the sound of the crowd but enough to draw attention from her comrades. Ten! Nine! Eight! Two little heads begin to appear, hidden by the three watching over them. Seven! Six! Five! Four! As most of the shell falls away, two newborn creatures yawn and stretch as they get their first experiences of the world around them. Three! Two! One! As the crowd cheers in unison and clink glasses and talons alike, a happy mother cradles her two adoptive children - a tiny, shiny ralts and a mew. Embracing all three tightly are her human and comrade Gallade, the three celebrating the birth of the newborns as the celebrations of new year continue all around them. For one moment, all possible hardships or sadness is utterly washed away, a unified feeling of nothing but happiness felt by all and sundry.

[drinkingisgoodforyou]

I accidentally a Meensa. This is currently the wallpaper on my phone. ;u;