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September 28th, 2011

The world feels like a blah sometimes. Getting up is blah. Going to work or school is blah. Coming home is blah. Going to sleep is blah. Then you get to blah all over again.

So how do you beat the blah?

INSPIRATION.

Go to the park.

Have a picnic

Go see a movie

Have some juice!

Talk to an old friend

Brainstorm ideas

Be yourself

Be someone else.

Turn to the blah into awesome.

HOO HA!

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So, you guys should totally check out my YouTube.

June 22nd, 2011

I have a LP of Paper Mario there, and I just finished Chapter 1. There’s a thread in the Forums, check it out!

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Random Ramblings

May 27th, 2011

It’s Dragoncat again. Here to ramble about my story and artwork and restaurants in my neck of the woods :)

I write my story in pieces. Whenever I get an idea I write it. That being said, it looks like the first book will end with a…love session. Nothing x rated, I won’t name any body parts or anything, so dont be afraid to read it when I post it. All I’ll spoil is this: the couple in question is the main villain and the exiled traitor the main villain took a liking to, and by the time the second book comes around, the resulting kid will be about 5 years old. Give or take a few years depending on how the time frame ends up.

I’m proud of this picture. It’s the first big digital art project I’ve completed :) The picture features the dragon zombie of the first Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles flying over its lair, the swamp known as Conall Curach. Even if you havent played the game, check it out.

And my town finally got a McDonalds…right next to the Burger King we’ve had since I was in 5th grade. The Burger King wrote “welcome to McDonalds” on its sign! Lol. McDonalds is smoking them, and they will be until the newness wears off. At least they’re being a good sport about it. The first time I went to the new McDonalds I ordered a plain cheeseburger. They put everything on it -_- I had to scrape the cheese off and put a new piece on because onions were embedded in it! I understand they have customers coming out the wazoo, but come on…

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Outcast Part 1

May 27th, 2011

So if you’ve read my OC’s this is part 1 of the story they’re from.  Enjoy! :) oh yeah, since it was made a rule.  By: Shadoweh

                  Part 1: The Legend of the Cursed Blade

  There is a quiet village out by the lake separating the continents.  Here is an anti-social girl named Rhoda with her parents, her two best friends Gizel and Chip and their relatives.  One day, Rhoda receives this mysterious letter from who she does not know who sent it.  She discovers it reveals a rumor about a supposed “Cursed Blade” atop the Tower of Wind.  Rhoda was already worried about her older sister Isabelle whom she had not seen in six years when she was seven.  But one day, Isabelle decided to go out and discover what lies in this fantasy world of monsters, humans, and everything of the sort.  Rhoda decided to investigate this tower and sneaks out of town with Chip and Gizel.

  On their way to the tower, the three of them have to go through this strange cave.  At the entrance, Rhoda’s dad Satur catches them and says they should go back to the village.  However, Rhoda insists that they should continue in hopes to discover the whereabouts of her sister.  Satur surrenders to her daughter’s resolve and decides to go with them just to be sure they come back home safe.  Now they came to a fork with two exits out of the cave.  The left exit leading to the capital city where their friends Fernando who served as a knight of their other friend Mia, the princess.  The right exit led to their destination the Tower of Wind, oddly surrounded by a ring of mountains.  Suddenly a giant cave dragon drops from the ceiling blocking their path out. 

                                                Gizel

                        This must be the guardian of the cave

                                                Chip

                                    He doesn’t look friendly

                                                Rhoda

                                    We have no choice, fight

Thus, they ready their weapons and begin battle with the menacing beast.  Rhoda was skilled in throwing knives.  Chip and Gizel were fine martial artists however Gizel also specialized with healing herbs and other magic as well.  Satur carried around a light weight sword and was really quick on his feet attacking with it.  Satur decided then to take a plan in action as they were fighting.  He wanted to let the other three escape while he distracted the dragon.                    

                                                Satur

                                    Go get out of here, run now

                                                Rhoda

                         But dad, I thought you were going to protect us.

                                                Satur

  If there’s anything I’ve realized from us fighting this beast together.  Its that the three of you can work well together as a team in battle.  So…I don’t think you need my protection anymore.

                                                Rhoda

                        -crying as she heads out-  Dad…

Then the dragon swings its tail against the wall, causing a cave-in to the exit back to the village.  Rhoda and the others made it out just in time and realized there was no turning back now.  Whether her father was unharmed or not remains unknown.  As the journey continues…

  They had finally arrived at the base of the Tower of Wind.  Atop the tower Rhoda and friends were about to discover many surprising events. 

                                                Gizel

            Rhoda…are you okay?  Are you sure you want to go through with this?

                                                Rhoda

                                    Yes…I have to keep going, lets do this, for my sister.

They were on their way up, and things seemed oddly quiet.  Another conversation.

                                                Gizel

This is odd, why is it so quiet, you’d think there would be a guardian protecting this “cursed blade” or something?

                                                Chip

Something tells me there’s something or someone waiting for us at the very top.  I mean it looks like we’ve reached the last of the stairs.

                                                Rhoda

Well if there is I hope its nothing too bad.

They continue on and notice a black sword etched into a pedestal. 

                                                Rhoda

                                          This must be it

They gather around the sword and Rhoda stretches her out to the sword.  Just before she touches it, a voice speaks:

                                                ???

                        Stop, you are not worthy of that sword

                                                Rhoda

                                                What?

                                                ???

                                                Fight

They readied for battle against the cloaked enemy.

                                                ???

                        My name is Cycrolos, now fight me!

They begin with their fight.  Cycrolos was a mage who could control wind and time itself to a degree.

                                                Gizel

How fitting for a guardian of the Tower of Wind to be able to control the wind.

                                                Chip

                        No kidding, there’s no way around this guy

Suddenly another person enters.

                                                Voice

Looks like you guys are getting your butts whipped out there.  Care for some help from me?  The name’s Martin.

Martin enters the fight.

                                                Cycrolos

                                    What…a summoner of fire?

                                                Martin

Yes I am of the people deep in the forests by the volcanoes.  Also, proud owner of the luxuorious hot springs.

Cycrolos, then flees in defeat.  Now a conversation between Rhoda, Chip, Gizel and Martin.

                                                Martin

                                    Hey what’s up everyone?

                                                Rhoda

                                    Hmm…what brings you here?

                                                Chip

            Yeah we came to investigate a rumor about this blade here.

                                                Martin

                                                Really?

                                                Gizel

                                                Yeah

                                                Martin

Well I personally already knew about this blade.  My village elder told me about some strange phenomonons possibly being caused by this blade, so I came to investigate.

                                                Rhoda

Oh…I see, sounds like an interesting story, you must have your work cut out for you.

Suddenly a cloaked women with long red hair enters.

                                               

                                                Woman

                                    Its been a long time sister

                                                Rhoda

                                    -gasps- Isabelle, is that really you?

                                                Isabelle

                                    Yes…it is me, dearest sister Rhoda

Then with a swift speed, she swipes the sword and leaps from the tower into what appears to be nothing.  Suddenly an airship appears with a black and red rose insignia appears.  Isabelle flies away in it and escapes.  Amidst all the conversation Martin is nowhere to be found as well.

                                                Rhoda

No way…that was really her, my sister, it can’t be.  I knew there was a point to doing all this.  Thank you Chip, Gizel for guiding me, but now it looks like there’s no turning back, so Chip…Gizel…lets venture on further and go visit Fernando and Mia together, if you don’t mind.

                                                Chip

                                    With you, the pleasure’s all mine Rhoda

                                                Gizel

                                    Yeah, we’ll go to the ends of the world for you.

                                                Rhoda

Thank you so much guys, all right let’s go.  –to herself now-  Now at least I know…she’s all right.  But why…did she steal the sword?  Hopefully I’ll be able to find out.

 Rhoda continues to wonder to herself as she and the others decide to make their way to the capital city to see Fernando and Mia about this and to hope to gather information about the whereabouts of Isabelle.  So they headed back to the cave and took the other exit to the eerie forest leading to the capital.  Now their true journey was about to begin.

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Blog #1

May 24th, 2011

Hey guys. So today I learned a valuable lesson.
Life sucks and then you die.

Not really, but I’m starting to die a little on the inside. My house is so boring. I have nothing to do here except go on the computer or the wifi. And then my dad calls me a lazy ass because I don’t do anything. Well, there’s nothing to do! My friends were at a sleepover party (like all my friends are girls) and I was left at my house alone. Sigh.
Oh well. I’ll write here more later.

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Nightfall: chapter 1

May 23rd, 2011

Last update: May 22 2011

Hey everyone, it’s your favorite dragon-winged feline. If you’ve seen my story concept in the literature board, pull up a chair and get ready to read, because I’m posting the manuscript here as I write it! If you haven’t, go look at it nao. Then come back and read ^_^ You can comment here, in the literature board topic, or in a PM…

Read the rest of this entry »

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My First FERP Blog Post

May 23rd, 2011

Hey everyone! Shadoweh here(wow, now I sound like a staff member lolz).  I just wanted to take some time to make a random blog entry of what I plan on doing for blogs. 

What to expect:

-poetry

-stories

-random events happening in my life

That should be all.  I hope you all enjoy reading what I write.  Also thank you for reading!

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When all else fails…

May 23rd, 2011

grin and bear it.

 Sometimes the world is rough. >> Sometimes we do things we don’t mean and it can be hurtful to ourselves and others. Sometimes we regret things. Say, not wearing sunscreen for example.

 Someday, when I have cancer, and I’m saying my goodbyes to my grandchildren… I will gift them each a bottle of sunscreen.

 :D

But anyway, point of the post…….

You have a bad day? It’s alright. You just have to hold your head up high and remember that this is way more than a day. You’re not living a day. You’re living a life.

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The Heart Is But A Child

May 23rd, 2011

The Heart is but a Child, my Dear

     I awoke, my skin deluged with perspiration. I knew my nightmare was not false when the dreaded, beautiful breathing began to perch its way into my ear. I felt convulsions arise in my esophagus and my alveoli felt corrupted. I did not dare to move, or else I would wake up the hideous, enchanting beast resting beside me. My ligaments were like snakes, biting into my bones and almost teasing me to act. However, I managed to strike my bottom lip with my teeth and regain focus on the situation. I glanced around quietly, and found the barn to still be silent and the yard pristine. I then deduced that it was still a virgin morning, free of penetration from all sound and interruption. The saying that after every night is a dawn may have ample truth to it, but its figurative meaning fails when the dawn is more dreadful than the night.

     The hideous, beautiful beast next to me slumbered silently while shivering from the tickling chill of the morning. Without making a sound, and not even daring to breathe, I shifted my cotton blanket from my crying legs to cover the angelic, demonic creature next to me. I was astonished, curious, but above all, confused. In hindsight, I should have been able to guess that it was inevitable, but I just could not bring my gastric acid to drop down. It was like a python, attempting to reach out of its captivity and meet the world.

     Looking outside, the satanic red sun gleamed at me with pride. I felt ashamed; horribly, I came to the realization that the saint-like sun was too disgusted with me to even creep its innocent rays of sunlight to the breathing being besides me. I knew I was too far to be redeemed; there were too many deeds gone unpunished. The sun was being lenient for all I have done for its name, but it would not grant me even the slightest pleasure of keeping me consoled in this horrific nightmare. It knew my weakness, and was exploiting it.

     With that thought, I suddenly felt calm. I began to notice a trend occurring often in my life. The  most sincere, bright, and beautiful things often are the most dangerous. Fire, for instance. It’s man’s greatest tool to some, and to others, a nice insulator. However, it’s beautiful. It’s a mystical sight, that has captivated men for centuries. Even the smoke it gives birth to end up beautiful. But its dangerous. It leads all creatures that walk this planet to it’s beautiful exterior. No one can prevent the seduction of its swaying dance, and its multicolored rainbow. Its power too, is almost surreal. The fact that something so beautiful can hold so much power is above any paradox, mystery, or pun; on the other hand, it is a conjecture, a hypothesis, and a thesis.

     Suddenly, the majestic beast next to me mewled like a kitten, and inadvertently clutched onto my bare arm. It sent a neurotic blast, reminding me of my nudity and vulnerability. In fact, this vulnerability was the reason I am in hell today. Had I been stronger and younger, I would have been able to protect myself from this fire and be safe in my own water. My age has since long turned white, and the black clouds of youth still elude me. My heartbeat has began to accelerate, becoming a derivative from velocity and running faster than any carriage. The color of my face has started leaving, and in fact, despite my growing age, I have become afraid of the prospect of sleeping alone.

     This fire has caught me within it’s innermost flame, and I had to douse it, but I did not realize that by dousing this flame, I only increased it. It defied most laws of science. In all my years as the professor of this beast, I have taught that to extinguish fire, you need water. While in all technicalities, I did not use water, I still believed I could decimate that fire once and for all, but unfortunately, I only enlarged it. I blame my age; although it leaves me with an ironic thought. While I have become older, my heart has remained a child. It is childish and inexperienced.
    
     I was unaware that my heart could be so stupid and inept. I was under the impression it would be pious and pure like I was. Instead, like a child, it forces me to listen to the noise it makes. For some reason, like a child, it pays attention to the most senseless of talks for no reason at all. Like a child, there is none more bastard than it.

     I must stop it, must interfere with its childishness. I must teach it to mature, else it will face betrayal when it is as old as I am. However, like a child, I am afraid of love.

     The thought hit me like two molecules colliding with each other; like my heart, I am a child. I was led to believe something that did not, and should not, exist. I walked blindly, believing I could trust others. I threw away anything I did not like and jumped right to it, not caring if I got hurt. I was a child, and I could just shed a few tears and a kiss would make it all better.

     I was a mere scientist, working in a laboratory. I did not realize that my childishness would one day leave me in hell, leave me to rot, and leave me to be castigated. I did not care necessarily for myself, but beasts like the one slumbering gently next to me are always the victim. And through logical reasoning, if the beast is the victim, it makes us both look like perpetrators. Society’s sense sometimes scares scientists similar to myself.

     I decided right then. I would spend this time in my imprisonment in hell, and hopefully raise my heart. Raise it right and proper, and allow it to mature. I will need its strength for when I cut my last bridge, I will drown in this volcanic pit of fire. After all, like the beast has said so many times herself, the heart is but a child.

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~::RULES::~

April 23rd, 2011 Sticky

Hey Everyone!This is our new blog system–where users can post up stories or anything written they would like comments on. This is not to say that you cannot post it in our Literature Forum but if you would like more accessible feedback and more professional links for a portfolio, then feel free to utilize this!Moreover, if you would like to also keep it as a blog, that’s perfectly fine as well : ) Just don’t use it irresponsibly, that is all we ask. So far, only the staff team is able to post entries.In order to become a writer on our blog site, you must meet the following requirements:

  • Must have 15 posts.
  • Must message StaffOfMoonlite.
  • Must have an avatar and/or a signature.

Once you have met those three requirements, StaffOfMoonlite will promote you to an “Author” so that you can write and comment on posts : )Once you have reached that level, you will be able to write posts:You might be overwhelmed by the complexity of the blog system, but let me assure you, it is that complicated. LOL JK, it’s not too bad:

  • Categories - Ignore this.
  • Discussion - If you don’t want to allow comments or ‘pings’ (whatever that is…), then feel free to deselect it.
  • Post Password - If you want to have your post protected by a password, feel free to use this feature!
  • Post Slug - Currently being researched by a team of fairies.
  • Post Status - I would either put Published or Private. Simplicity is always fun : )
  • Post Timestamp - If you told your girlfriend you would post something two days earlier, and you’re lucky she hasn’t checked yet, then feel free to use this to change the timestamp of your entry : )
  • Post Sticky Status - We ask you keep it at Normal : )
  • Upload - As long as you don’t upload anything naughty, we’ll be fine : )
  • Write - This is the hardest part. The WRITING! JK. It’s only hard because it’s not BBC but instead basic HTML. Just have fun while writing : ) Once you finish, you just press PUBLISH and it shall be there! : )I hope you guys enjoy this feature! : )
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