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Mistress 9: Rebuilding the Mello/Matt Fandom

Mello and Matt watch Mistress 9

Matti!Universe Mello  and Matt Fan-Fiction So yes, that's my final bit of news for those who enjoy the It Matters series of Mello and Matt fan-fiction. You've now got a whole new avenue opened up in stories to read. The powerful play goes on, as Uncle Walt so famously wrote, and you may contribute a verse.

Misadventures of FanGirls... by Orangepunch

All of MRSJeevas's Fan-Fiction as eBooks

All of my Death Note fan-fiction eBook covers to date

As for why the sudden outpouring of creativity from me? That's a blog for another day. Tomorrow, in fact. The hint lies with an old familiar icon.

Mistress 9: Obligatory Selfie Collage

Mistress 9: Yaoi and UCLA

My first pair of Converse and they had to be Batman and the Joker.

I entered UCLA in September of 2009 and my life changed because I discovered the power of non-dial up internet (I had dial-up internet in my house until late 2010). With the explosion of the internet came my ability to explore the online world, albeit only while I was on campus because I've been a commuter student all my life. (That's one hellish commute btw. I live only 33 miles from campus but I still have to get up at 4:30 AM to get to school on time). One the first courses I ever took at UCLA was a year-long general education cluster titled Politics, Society, and Culture of Modern East Asia. I had four professors and nine post-doc teaching fellows teaching that class (you read that right, exactly thirteen people, each with their own specialty, working together to teach a single class).

MangaBullet's Mistress 9 Goes to Japan

Akihabara 2009

A Californian Death Note Fan

Dark Looking-Glass: When Mistress 9 Went Down the Rabbit Hole

I wasn't posting so often anymore. I wasn't logging into MangaBullet, ffnet, Facebook, anywhere. I slowly began to isolate myself and I stopped caring about anything. Even spending my 21st birthday at the 21st anniversary of the Anime Expo and meeting Vegeta's original Japanese voice actor didn't lift my spirits out of deep depression. Although dressing up as a Lolita and meeting fashion designer Cyril Lumboy (aka Dolldelight), was probably one of the most fantastic moments ever. Nothing could hold my attention for long, though. I started skipping classes and not doing my homework. UCLA threatened to kick me out if I didn't get my grades back up to par and I found myself switching majors just to keep myself afloat. It was an ordeal to force myself to shower in the morning, much less do anything else. Fast forward to December of 2012 and I found myself very close to jumping in front of a train in Korea Town on my way to a final exam. I will spare everyone the nitty-gritty details of my breakdown, because the important thing isn't what was going on in my head during the times I wanted very much to die. The important thing is that I was kicked out of school and told sent to professionals who helped me reclaim my brain. And that is what I've been doing since February of 2013.

Me in my Alice in Wonderland themed Lolita dress.

A Life Reclaimed with Mello & Matt

First time painting in years, I love this innocent Raichu

For the past two years I have been on a mission to not give up on my life. There were hits and misses. I've had panic attacks, my hair fell out in chunks, I gained tons of weight after having lost a grip of it. My brain turned to mush. I lost the ability to recognize emotions in both myself and other people and I honestly feel like I'm rediscovering everything. Sometimes I burst into tears folding socks because I realize that I'm having the emotion of 'oh this isn't so bad' and that freaks me out. It's incredibly crazy. But I'm getting better.

Nail Art: Mistress 9 Finds Her Claws I had to cut them painfully short a few weeks ago so I could type again, but I legit grew myself a pair of claws! I'm getting steadily better at nail art.

My nails. Yes, my real nails.

School: Educating Mistress 9

#1 on my bucket list was always to have a beard...

Death Note Writing: Mistress 9's Fan-Fiction

#2 on my bucket list was to own a pair of 20 eye Doc Martens

Hook Back Up with Mistress 9

There are those who would be forgiven, upon hearing that a new multi-chaptered novella in the It Matters series is planned, for believing it when they see it. You may read the newly completed update on the Matti!canon universe in these places: Download A December Medley as an eBook (currently in ePub and PDF formats, shout up if you need another). He Moves Me Differently library - in the new category 2014. Matilda at Adult Fan Fiction (it'll appear once I've remembered my password to the site). A December Medley follows Mello and Matt's lives during December 2014. It takes us from the first of the month until Auld Lang Syne. Please note that some elements are unsuitable for minors, which means they'll be the first to jump in and read it.  We're talking the kind of descriptive adult content that cannot be unread. As for the rest, this is how I've described it in the author's note:

This began as a short story to mark Mello's birthday in December 2014. I missed my deadline, so extended it to take in Christmas too. I nearly made it as well. But missing by a couple of days meant I really should include New Year's Eve.

The upshot is a pot pourri kind of novella. I wonder if this multi-chaptered collection of tales should really be called a novel. If you count the birthday suite embedded in its centre, then A December Medley has more chapters than It Matters. But there's no over-riding plot nor story arc. Some chapters are tiny, mere drabbles with less than a handful of paragraphs. Some are epic, long length explorations into certain scenes. More a pick and mix medley than a coherent overture. 

I missed New Year, so aimed for January 18th instead. Brooke Stardust knows why. So does Orangepunch, who spent many hours today helping me rush this through to its conclusion.  

You're seeing a story in a semi-raw state, not subjected to Spoiled-Kitten's quality control, nor Sareyva's proof-reading, consistency and fact checking professionalism. Just me and Orangepunch determined to see this to its conclusion today.

We hope you like it anyway.

yours
Matti~ January 18th 2014

I have come to realise, in the many days I have spent with this document open and only the header of “DN Thing” typed on the page, that I am not particularly good at writing about myself. I think the crux of this whole event came to pass when I found myself on tabloid websites, trying to find interview questions which might seem useful to ask myself. It does not particularly help that I am not a celebrity though. Questions like “how’s the new album coming along?” or “so are you and Beyoncè a thing now or….” just don’t apply to me. (For the record, if they did apply, the answers would be “Oh, it’s great, we’re on the mixing stage” and “Duh”.) I guess all that leaves is trying to think of what’s happened that’s worth filling people in about since MangaBullet stopped being a thing and my immediate access to the fandom kind of withered away. It’s a bit interesting to think back on, but fandom locations in general have changed so drastically in the past few years. I might wax poetic a moment here, but I remember the days of Geocities fan-page circles, LiveJournal communities and DeviantArt and the slow transformation that had to something like MySpace then things like Tumblr or Reddit. We are in weird times, friends.

Furry commission drawn recently by BrookeStardust

Unfinished sketchy thing I still like the look of

Force10 and Bubbles
by Brookestardust

Folgers - two characters from Niki's current novel which I drew

What is McRib? 

McRib is peace of mind and a sense of purpose. McRib is a memory of simpler times--of cool pitchers of lemonade on hot summer days and respect for one's elders. McRib is renewed consumer confidence and economic prosperity. McRib is conviction in your own beliefs. McRib is Manifest Destiny and the American Dream.

McRib is your first kiss and the embrace of a former lover. McRib is a shoulder to cry on and a confidant in troubled times. McRib is watching your child take his first steps. McRib is your favourite tee shirt fresh from the laundry. McRib is timeless elegance. 

McRib is desire. McRib is a thirst you can't quench and an itch you can't scratch. McRib is a tangy, sauce-covered reminder of what you didn't even know you were missing. McRib is ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife. McRib is a destination. McRib is a state of mind.

What is McRib? McRib is back.

Love forever and ever chickadees, -Alex

Mariomatt's Chaotic Matrix EHC Logo

What Mello hadn't quite grasped was that the EHC symbol wasn't entirely fixed. It could change in quite dramatic ways, or disappear entirely, again in direct relation to which member of the EHC was running the show. Though the vague shape and colour scheme seemed to survive them all.

The version he had mostly seen, he realised now, belonged to Matt. It owed much to the Matrix. Each element had that movie's trademark computerized lettering flowing across their surfaces. Static on headers; swarming on hacks. Only the hues changed to delineate the letters: the huge white E, with its strange kink in the middle, curving around from behind the solid red H - like goalposts from a rugby pitch; and the smaller green C defying perspective, floating behind with its shading seeming to suggest that it should be pushing through the rest.

"Did you design this?" Mello had once asked Matt, during a rare moment consciously acknowledging its existence. It still made the Slav feel a little uneasy, though not due to its associations anymore. The sheer disorder had Mello itching to find an art program with which to fix it. Matt hadn't answered verbally, just smirked with a wary sideways gaze. Mischief twinkled behind those goggles. "I can tell." Mello snapped. "It's chaotic." Realizing too late that such sentiments were bound to delight his husband.  Mello had left it be after that. It wasn't his prerogative to alter a thing. This was Matt's world. His crowning glory to date.

2D Mariomatt Matrix EHC Symbol

Firebomb's upright black EHC symbol.

"It's not always Matrix!" Mello exclaimed now, his attention caught and pointing towards a plainer iteration on Firebomb's screen.

The E still bent inexplicably behind the H, but the overall effect was much less hectic. Almost hypnotic in its tunneling simplicity. Like the H was a big, red gate, barring the way pointed towards by the white, suddenly arrow like E. The black inner section of the C practically inviting. Calm. There was blackness beyond and all around, but the white, red and green felt trustworthy in its midst. Sanctum.

"Good for you, stripping his Matrix overload from it." Mello caught himself mid-stream and cringed. He peered around to see how Matt was receiving this public condemnation of his artistic taste. The red head was smirking, seeming as amused now as he had back then, when Mello had first criticized the symbol's rendering.

Firebomb shrugged, "It's not even usually black."

Force10 snorted, "There's a 'usually'?"

Bubbles laughed, "They probably only do one each. It's practically a rite of passage... Though some of them really love it. Handful perhaps, who live in there, modding. Giving advice. Some don't do it at all."

"Then there is a 'usually'." Mello told her. "A template which they all follow. Something immutable behind the customisation." He smiled sweetly. "May I see it please?"  He saw Matt's mind, blazing behind his nonchalance and smile, betrayed by the depth of his gaze. Part Puckish, part ancient intelligence. Confidence here. His own sweet battlefield.

Bubbles had breathed another laugh, almost dismissive, no great importance attached, but only almost. "If you want."

Red EHC logo template

Basic EHC main symbol template

Mello blinked. The background was red. Alongside it sat another with the background white. Inside both the EHC logo sat the same, but utterly altered from that which Mello was used to seeing. It was turned 90 degrees, seeming toppled onto its side. The symbol was outlined in black, allowing it to stand clearly against either choice.

"This is what we give them to play with."

It Matters EHC Ethic Ornament
Look at more EHC decorations