Welcome to the 6th MeroNia Event!!
You asked for it, you got it XD
Examples of winning formations:
Download this Bingo Template and fill in your name if you want to join ;D
The next post will include some of the most common questions people had about Meronia Event.
If you have any question regarding the event, feel free to send it over and we will try our best to answer. Your asks will be answered within the 24-hour time frame so please be patient.
Big thanks to everyone who had been participating in voting polls and contributing prompts. Please continue to spread the words so many can know and join. Thank you and Good luck to you all!
we’re excited to officially announce that we will be holding the seventh annual meronia event this summer. follow us to stay up to date on the details, as more information will be coming early next month!
Edit: guess what utter fool forgot her bingo card? Me! This fool!
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ .
Name: Stupid Game
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 1286
Tags: Spin the bottle, Mello is down BAD but is too dumb and angry to notice, Matt is the worst wingman ever
[read more bellow or on AO3]
“Come on Mells!” Matt whined for the tenth time in the past minute. “It’ll be fun! And you’ve been studying for the whole day already. Take a break for five seconds, will ya?” Mello had to give it to him. Matt was one stubborn man… and apparently one without a shred of dignity. He had been begging Mello for almost ten minutes now, loud enough for the whole library to hear. At this point Mello was considering joining out of pure pity before someone told the red head to shut up—wait no! That was his whole strategy! Mello was better than this!
“I already told you Matt,” Mello sighed, fiddling with his rosary as he did. “I’m busy. What part of ‘we have a math test tomorrow and I don’t feel like going’ do you not understand?” Matt rolled his eyes, just as frustrated with Mello as Mello was with him.
“You’re absolutely no fun.”
“Well it’s not my job to entertain you… go bother Linda or something.”
“Dude. Come on. It’s the weekend!”
“And we have a test on Monday.”
“You act as if you’re gonna fail if you don’t study..”
“You might if you don’t.”
Matt scoffed at his insult, “this ain’t about me, Mells.”
Mello just shrugged with a satisfied smirk, looking back down at his notebook. Now where did he end— “OI! Give that back, asshole!” With one swift move Matt yanked the book off his desk and quickly backed away from Mello. “If ya want it back, come play with us. Then I’ll consider it.”
Silently Mello counted to ten. An attempt to fight back the urge to go and beat the living daylight out of that dumb ginger he, for some reason, still called his friend. “Matt. Get over here before I make you.”
Matt just snorted at his glare. Knowing full well Mello wouldn’t beat him up somewhere Rodger might see. “Not happening. Because you will be coming with me.” He declared that with surprising confidence, even daringly dangling the book before the taller boy. “… unless of course, you want Rodger to know you’ve been smoking with me?”
Mello raised his brow, was he seriously getting blackmailed into playing some game? “You’d risk getting punished just because I didn’t want to hang out with you?” He shook his head. “Man you’re desperate as hell, I’ll give you that.”
“Call it whatever you want, Blondie.” Matt smirked, as if he wasn’t just acting like some pathetic child or puppy. “Now get up, we’ve got business to attend to.”
In that moment Mello wanted nothing more than to grab the book out of his hand and hit Matt over the head repeatedly. But he just stood up with the most annoyed eye roll he could muster. “Lead the way then.” He really didn’t want Rodger finding out about the whole smoking thing…
Matt and Mello walked in silence to the back of the common room. Past the grand piano and bookshelves, the place where kids their age got up to dumb things. It was mostly cut off from the rest of the room and so most adults didn’t bother checking it unless they were too loud, a fact they all abused frequently.
There were a few kids sitting on the carpet, talking together in a circle. Mello recognised some of them from brief interactions, but no one he particularly cared for. Well, apart from the albino sitting in the corner of the room, completely ignorant and disconnected from everyone around himself… and yet still somehow constantly in Mello’s line of sight…
“So,” Mello sat down beside Matt, looking away from Near. “What’re we even doing that’s so important you had to drag me here?” He raised his brow as the other boy set down a glass bottle in the middle of the circle. Ah. “Spin the bottle? Seriously?” Mello shook his head. What a primitive game… it got old after 3 minutes and there wasn’t even a way to win. A complete waste of time in his eyes.
“Yeah,” Matt gently elbowed him in the side. “Come on it’ll be fun.” The two of them had very different definitions of fun.“I’m absolutely sure it will be.” “That’s the spirit Mells!” Mello could already tell this would be a long evening…
And it was, he just sat there for the most part. Occasionally he’d contribute with a snarky remark or some other comment but Mello managed to stay out of the bottle’s reach for an impressive amount of rounds.
Near didn’t seem particularly bothered by all the commotion around them. He just sat there in silence as he built a tower out of some colourful blocks. He looked very dumb, playing there like some kind of kid. Did he think being a weirdo in their general vicinity made him less of an outcast? Pathetic.
“Mello.” The sound of his name snapped Mello back to the game. He hadn’t even noticed he’d lost his focus like that— stupid Near with his stupid tower! “It’s your turn to spin the bottle.” He leaned forward, quickly regaining his composure, and spun it.
The bottle spun round and round… the circle quiet with anticipation.. before it landed almost perfectly between a boy Mello shared a few classes with and a girl whose name he could never seem to remember. Mello sat back up, letting the rest of the group decide who the bottle was closer to. He did not particularly care.
“I think it’s pointing more to the right…” Someone spoke up, drawing a line from the top of the bottle across the carpet, earning a few nods but also a few protests. Then Matt decided to chime in with a genius observation, “well, I think it’s clearly pointing at Near over there.”
Mello froze, following the gaze of everyone else… the bottle was indeed pointing towards the ever growing colourful tower and the boy building it.“He’s not playing though, Matt!” Mello snapped, sounding a lot more bothered by the suggestion than he wanted.
“Doesn’t mean it didn’t point at him.” Matt insisted with a smirk. God Mello seriously didn’t know why he still tolerated the guy…
“So?” He scoffed, a poor attempt at coolly shutting the suggestion down. Because before Mello got another chance to say anything some guy was already calling Near over.
“NEAR GET OVER HERE!” Near silently lifted his head, as if he’d just now noticed them sitting there… “Mello wants to kiss you!”
Near tilted his head and was about to respond to the sudden request but Mello beat him to it. “No I don’t! Shut up.” At that he stood up, “I have better things to do than play such a primitive game, and especially with someone like him.” He shot Near an accusatory glare, as if his current predicament was somehow entirely his fault, before storming off.
Mello closed the door to his room, flopping onto the bed. Stupid Near… he’d completely humiliated himself in front of him! Why did he have to overreact like that? He could’ve so easily turned it against Near, but no! He had make a complete fool of himself in front of Near instead… and also like half of their grade. And also Mello was sure Near thoroughly enjoyed it! He saw the way Near’s face lit up when they called him over—he must’ve been thrilled to not be the one being made a fool of for once!
“Stupid Near.” Mello mumbled into his pillow. He was already dreading the moment Near would depart to their room and he’d have to face his snobby face and having the entire thing shoved into his face for at least a day… “What a stupid game!”
@meroniaevent Day 3: I started drawing the Mirror prompt (as in, reflection in the glasses), but it accidentally morphed into Transbian and Crossover lmao
What if, when Mello died and went to heaven, God said “you need to make amends with your rival before you can proceed,” and sent his spirit back to Earth?
However, he needs a vessel. Conveniently, Near is in possession of a body perfectly suited to the task, with manipulable electricity and capacity for speech, in the form of a beautiful tentacled custom furby.
Mello is horrified. Near is delighted.
It takes a while for Mello to make peace with his new form - by all accounts, sparks fly (more literally than metaphorically, at least at the beginning) But eventually, he learns to exist within it.
Near prepares for him a new outfit, suited to his aesthetic preferences, and gets assistance on cases (more competitive on Mello’s end, pointing out flaws in Near’s work, but Near appreciates it all the same)
Their relationship grows. Evolves. Blossoms into something strange and beautiful. All who witness it are scarred for life. But they don’t care. What they have is special. Wonderful and unnerving and special. This is heaven now.
—
(Text description flowed out of my fingers while half asleep the other morning, and it’s only just now I’m rereading it. This goes up nearly unedited. Half asleep / fully asleep brain, my best friend forever. Your words will remain unsullied)
(I have several wips for this concept laying around and have grown awfully attached to furby!Mello au. 💘 Thanking everyone who has listened to me talk about it and given inspiration 🥹🥹🥹 You know who you are)
It's about Christmas. Hehe. I don't usually upload my writing so I hope y'all like it! I think it's cute and sweet and I hope you will, too.
Christmas was always a big event at Wammy's House. The hallways were decorated with tinsel, the windows adorned with wreaths. There were small trees in some of the main rooms, but the common room had the biggest, most beautiful tree. All the children made their own ornaments to hang up on it. For many of them, it was the closest they'd ever come to knowing family.
Mello was always first to hang an ornament and he *always* had to put the star on top. Near would watch from the sidelines, seemingly uninterested.
But he waited.
Once everyone else had gone to sleep, Near would set up the toy train with no lighting aside from the Incandescent string lights around the tree. It felt like magic. He was sure that the feeling must be what everyone referred to as Christmas spirit.
As the years passed, Christmas had become nothing more than another day. The spirit was nothing but a memory of a simpler time, before the Kira case, before one of them had taken on the role of L.
The two rivals hadn't spoken for years. Near thought Mello to be dead, until he found a detective under the name of Eraldo Coil solving complicated cases in... unique ways. Near didn't pursue him. If Mello wanted to be found, he'd make himself seen.
"I'm thinking about him again," Near thought, looking up from his computer to watch the snow fall from the window. An undecorated tree stood in the corner of the room, waiting. Near decorated it every year. It never felt like it did when he was a child. It never would, he was sure. Usually, he'd done it by now. Like a puzzle, he'd place the ornaments just so. It was already Christmas Eve and he hadn't even put the lights up.
A knock on his door took his eyes off the window.
Who could it be? Perhaps one of the SPK members checking in on him. He hated that they knew where he lived, but it was necessary for emergencies. Near turned back to his laptop and hit the tab, showing his surveillance feed. He almost didn't believe his eyes.
He answered the door calmly, though his heart was pounding.
"Mello." Near was sure of it now.
"Yeah. You busy?" Mello asked, looking behind Near as if to make sure they were alone.
"No. Come in." Near stepped aside, letting Mello enter.
"I... Need access to some files. I can't get to them. I figured you might have the resources. I don't need your help, so don't get it twisted."
It was odd, Near thought, that Mello would come in person for such a thing. He could have contacted him some other way. He knew Mello would play it off, saying he wanted to do the work himself, and needed to do it in person. Near knew it was more than that. It had to be. One doesn't come back from the dead for a small favor. If Mello needed to pretend, Near could let him.
"Fine. However, I'll need something from you in return." Near said.
"What could you possibly need from me? Seems like you've got it all figured out." Mello said, unable to keep the edge from his voice.
It was meant to be an insult, but Near didn't feel wounded. He was sure Mello was struggling. In comparison, Near really did have it all.
"I need help decorating my tree." Near gestured to the naked faux tree in the corner.
"...You're serious?" Mello uncrossed his arms.
"Yes. Once it's done, you may access whatever you like."
Mello almost looked insulted. He stared at the tree and then back at Near.
"Why bother with that? It's Christmas Eve. You'll only have it up for, what? One day?"
"I suppose you're right... It's just that it reminds me of a simpler time." Near answered softly.
Mello said nothing, but after a moment he approached the box next to the tree. "Are the ornaments in here?"
Near nodded. Mello opened the box, pulling out a string of lights. Near watched as he wrapped them around the tree.
"You gonna help or just watch me do it?" Asked Mello.
Near joined him. After the lights, they placed the ornaments on. Near had simple, traditional ornaments. Red and gold round bulbs, icicles, pine cones. Among those were a few he'd been gifted from the members of the SPK.
Mello reached for an ornament at the same time Near did. Their hands touched. Just a brush of fingers, but Mello pulled back like it burned. He cleared his throat, looking away.
Near watched the faint color rise in Mello's cheeks. He said nothing. He simply picked up the ornament they’d both reached for and hung it carefully on the tree
For a few moments, neither spoke. The sound of glass bulbs clinking together filled the silence between them, until Near quietly offered him the star.
"You want me to put the star on?" Mello seemed surprised.
"You always did. Besides, you're taller than me." Near allowed himself a small, almost shy smile.
Mello hesitated, holding the star in his hands like it was something fragile. "Yeah. I guess I did."
He was just tall enough to be able to place the star on top of the tree.
The two stood back to admire their work. And then, there it was. They both felt it in that moment. That long-lost Christmas spirit.
"Thank you for your help. You're welcome to use the computer now." Near offered.
"Right, but... Well, it's not done yet, is it?" Mello seemed to hesitate.
"No? What's missing?"
"The train. You have a train, right?"
Near was surprised Mello remembered. He always thought he was the only one who took any interest in the train. He figured Mello would have tried to butt in otherwise. Maybe even Mello was willing to let Near have something of his own back then.
"Of course I do." Near said, already going to get it. He came back with a box, setting it on the floor.
The two set up the track around the tree. They hooked the train pieces together, setting them carefully on the tracks. Near pressed a button on the tiny controller. The train circled the tree, making tiny horn sounds. A little smoke came out of the chimney. Near's eyes were lit up as he watched it. Mello smiled while Near wasn't looking.
"Hey, Near? Could I... Stay here tonight?" Mello asked, catching Near off guard. "It's just a long way back home. Ya know?"
Near nodded and returned his gaze to the train as it circled the tree. He didn’t ask any more questions. Mello didn’t offer any more answers.
They sat in silence for a while. Just two former rivals with a heavy history watching a train circle a tree under dim lights.
For the first time in years, Near didn’t feel alone. And maybe, Mello thought, he didn’t need to keep running.
mello just wants his beauty sleep,,, but an annoying white haired diva keeps interrupting his dreams. how is he meant to mansplain manipulate manwhore under these conditions 😔
also today may I offer devil’s backbone by the civil wars as another Meronia anthem
baby's first meronia yuri...
I have some more half-baked ideas for these versions of them, though I did not find the spoons to cook up a good execution on time, but here is a little warmup (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ
“I’ve never tried something like that,” Near says when Mello makes the suggestion. “I’m not sure whether I would enjoy it or not.”
If this were anyone else, Mello would write this claim off as a weird, bad lie, but for Near, this is perfectly plausible; in fact, his suspicion that it might be the case was part of what motivated him to bring it up. Introducing Near to new experiences is one of the more entertaining aspects of this job outside of the actual casework, and he spends more time than he’d care to admit thinking up different things Near might not have done before.
“You won’t know what you’re missing if you don’t give it a chance,” Mello says, stretching his legs out in front of him as he leans back against the desk. “You might really like it.”
--
In which Near does something he never has before.
