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Reaching Me - Off FA
Posted 9 years agoAfter the last few months, of dealing with the drama and the issues with FA and so many of the furry community people on this page.
I'm going to hang my horns and tail up on FurAffinity.
I can be reachable via Facebook.com/Moonsqueaker or email Moonsqueaker[at]gmail.com
Between the art theft and money theft of so many of the fursuit part sellers still hanging around on here, I've pretty much had it.
Sick of having art ripped off peoples pages, who work hard doing what they do, only for smug jerk to come along and copy/paste it and claim its their art/adopt and resell it.
Sick of ordering masks, head blanks, and working quotes from artists. To get lied to, not get them, or be given junk excuses.
I'm sick of looking for like minded groups of people to hang out, only to show up and its a drama fest of whos bonking who and who they can bash on thats not there in this gathering.
And sending this crap to FA gets completely overlooked.
I know that there are better furry suiters and sellers out here than what I keep coming across on here.
I loved this community. The fun in the suits and having a blast, but its honestly gone down hill over the last 2 years.
I don't know where most of the good ones went. I can only think, they have gotten like me, and have moved on else where.
And I am sure, Ill find where they all rest and play and have fun.
Not steal and create unwanted drama.
Add me on Facebook, throw me an email. I am sure Ill show up some where again.
At some point.
I'm going to hang my horns and tail up on FurAffinity.
I can be reachable via Facebook.com/Moonsqueaker or email Moonsqueaker[at]gmail.com
Between the art theft and money theft of so many of the fursuit part sellers still hanging around on here, I've pretty much had it.
Sick of having art ripped off peoples pages, who work hard doing what they do, only for smug jerk to come along and copy/paste it and claim its their art/adopt and resell it.
Sick of ordering masks, head blanks, and working quotes from artists. To get lied to, not get them, or be given junk excuses.
I'm sick of looking for like minded groups of people to hang out, only to show up and its a drama fest of whos bonking who and who they can bash on thats not there in this gathering.
And sending this crap to FA gets completely overlooked.
I know that there are better furry suiters and sellers out here than what I keep coming across on here.
I loved this community. The fun in the suits and having a blast, but its honestly gone down hill over the last 2 years.
I don't know where most of the good ones went. I can only think, they have gotten like me, and have moved on else where.
And I am sure, Ill find where they all rest and play and have fun.
Not steal and create unwanted drama.
Add me on Facebook, throw me an email. I am sure Ill show up some where again.
At some point.
My Father, My Fallen Knight, My Angel.
Posted 11 years agoOverhead the angels cry
As below he gently dies
The sweetest creature lord of light
His spirit dies the fallen knight the angels come to bear his form
His face still glowing his hands still warm
Sobbing gently as fair wings beat his fight is over his redemption complete
Now he can rest, the eternal sleep
Rest forever, the angels weep
He fought so hard for lost sweet love T
hey watched so sadly from above
For pain had shaped him chose his path yet never did he fall to wrath he fought to right a world of wrong
A deed so worthy of praise and song
But none will remember for he walked alone
To avenge his love, his land, his home
None but angels far overhead
Whispering solemn that he is dead
And crying for those who knew him not his life can never be forgot
His deeds his love his dreams his pride
His heart frozen dead deep inside
His sword, his honor, his armor dark
His shield, his power, all left their mark and those who knew him forget him never
His soul will raise them strong forever
The fallen knight sweet and lost
Loved by angels fair knight of oursOver the last month, things have not been well in my life.
Stress of the new job, learning new things, had already been there.
Now its been dealing with the loss of my father.
Today has now been 1 month and 4 days. And its felt like years. He was only 57 years old.
Its a daily battle to wake up and even want to go into work.
To deal with the stress there, and then not want to come home, and deal with the loneliness that plagues the house.
And then the stress of paperwork, of going through his things, a little bit at a time. It wasn't expected. No signs of ever
anything being wrong, and a bad turn for the worst all within a moments of time.
All drive to want to do much of anything is gone.
I will still come and go. Check on messages and new art.
Things are very hard for me right now. Dad was my muse, my drive to make new things.
And its all gone.
http://www.gofundme.com/d5lp5o Go Fund Me for his Memorial Service.
Its been a month and still no death benefits have kicked in. If you want to help,
any little bit goes a long way for us right now.
Kyo Passing Away
Posted 11 years agoMy son died today. For many..when they think of a son, they think of a human child.
Not mine. He was a smut gray kitty that was bottle raised until he could eat hard food.
He was a trouble maker with angelic tendencies. He was a join Mom for a shower and play with the soap
bubbles. A lay in the sink while you run water and tried to brush your teeth. A lover who snuggled with you
every night until you drifted off to sleep. A man that waited for me no matter how bad my day was and always
had the best answers to any conversation we had. Whos life was cut short today at 7 years old.
My father and ER Vet both agreed on that fact that it was a brain aneurysm.
Something that is never noticed, never known, until it is to late. It is the same in humans.
And unless I find $200.oo to pull out of my ass for an autopsy Ill never really know. And can only
go on "general ideas".
I was working on Gwyien mask and he was nomming out of his food bowl.
Suddenly he jumped back as if something had bit him and went limp. I called for my father and we laid him flat
out on the floor. We checked to see if he was choking, and nothing was found. My father cleared Kyos air
ways and started mouth to mouth.
I bundled him up and we took off for the vets down the road. Due to the ice storm, they were shut down.
By then, Kyo was gone.
I know I had one adopt bid I was in, and have messaged to withdrawal my bid. I thank her for being understanding.
My Kyo is my child. My son. On top of losing a day and a half
of work due to the whole Gulf Coast being shut down, I now also have my child's burial expenses to take care of. He is my son,
and there will be no shoebox hole in the ground with him. On top of the fact
that my birthday is Friday (31st). So right now I'm emotionally not here.
So If I lean off the beaten path for a few days, everything will be okay.
I just need time to gather myself.
We give thanks for the creatures who live alongside us as companions and friends; for their loyalty, love,
and trust which enrich our lives and give us joy. May we learn the value of kindness, the power of mercy,
the strength of gentleness, and a new spirit of humility.
Your local Red Cross and some Vets offer Pet Emergency Classes.
I suggest this to anyone who owns pets. You take safety classes for
your kids and coworkers...why not your pets.
Bottom of page:
http://www.redcross.org/take-a-clas.....ss-sports-pets
Not mine. He was a smut gray kitty that was bottle raised until he could eat hard food.
He was a trouble maker with angelic tendencies. He was a join Mom for a shower and play with the soap
bubbles. A lay in the sink while you run water and tried to brush your teeth. A lover who snuggled with you
every night until you drifted off to sleep. A man that waited for me no matter how bad my day was and always
had the best answers to any conversation we had. Whos life was cut short today at 7 years old.
My father and ER Vet both agreed on that fact that it was a brain aneurysm.
Something that is never noticed, never known, until it is to late. It is the same in humans.
And unless I find $200.oo to pull out of my ass for an autopsy Ill never really know. And can only
go on "general ideas".
I was working on Gwyien mask and he was nomming out of his food bowl.
Suddenly he jumped back as if something had bit him and went limp. I called for my father and we laid him flat
out on the floor. We checked to see if he was choking, and nothing was found. My father cleared Kyos air
ways and started mouth to mouth.
I bundled him up and we took off for the vets down the road. Due to the ice storm, they were shut down.
By then, Kyo was gone.
I know I had one adopt bid I was in, and have messaged to withdrawal my bid. I thank her for being understanding.
My Kyo is my child. My son. On top of losing a day and a half
of work due to the whole Gulf Coast being shut down, I now also have my child's burial expenses to take care of. He is my son,
and there will be no shoebox hole in the ground with him. On top of the fact
that my birthday is Friday (31st). So right now I'm emotionally not here.
So If I lean off the beaten path for a few days, everything will be okay.
I just need time to gather myself.
We give thanks for the creatures who live alongside us as companions and friends; for their loyalty, love,
and trust which enrich our lives and give us joy. May we learn the value of kindness, the power of mercy,
the strength of gentleness, and a new spirit of humility.
Your local Red Cross and some Vets offer Pet Emergency Classes.
I suggest this to anyone who owns pets. You take safety classes for
your kids and coworkers...why not your pets.
Bottom of page:
http://www.redcross.org/take-a-clas.....ss-sports-pets
Congrats to a wonderful artist! (Taken-Remix) - Updated 6/21
Posted 12 years agoGreat Congrats to 
Taken-Remix for hitting 200 watchers!
But I would really like them to hit 250! 300! Why stop at 200?!
So go.. watch Taken-Remix and while your there gandering over
their wonderful art work...go and check out this journal:
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/...../#cid:37357725
For some free art showing their love for all of their watchers!
Taken-Remix for hitting 200 watchers!But I would really like them to hit 250! 300! Why stop at 200?!
So go.. watch
Taken-Remix and while your there gandering overtheir wonderful art work...go and check out this journal:
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/...../#cid:37357725
For some free art showing their love for all of their watchers!
Fursona by Kiff-Bridger
Posted 12 years agoGreat Story by 
Kiff-Bridger
Fursona-
Part 1-
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5241069/
Part 2 -
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5252126/
Part 3 -
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5252449/
Part 4 -
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5262439/
Kiff-BridgerFursona-
Part 1-
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5241069/
Part 2 -
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5252126/
Part 3 -
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5252449/
Part 4 -
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5262439/
Happy Samhain/Halloween
Posted 12 years agoI hope that everyone has a wonderful and safe night tonight! I know some people did T&T last weekend, some tonight, and some this weekend. Its rare anymore that kiddos go door to door. Its now mainly done at chruches, and school, and as Trunk or Treats in the backs of cars in parking lots. Oh the days lost of spending weeks to horror-fy your hard, and spending the night scaring the adults and handing the kiddos candy.
Halloweens were different when I was a kid. Homes were open for bathroom breaks and, punch and cookies were always there for snacks. Homemade baked goods and candied apples were always taken over prebought candy. No worries of razorblades in your candy. No taking your candy down to the local hospital to have it X-Rayed. Parents didnt worry as their children walked house to house. No worry for kid snatchers or rapeist. But that was along time ago. When tricker treat bags consisted of king size pillow cases and not plastic walmart bags. When your costume was home made, and can remember your friend going as a Raisin Man one year. When your house was done up in strobes and webbing, and your father ran around in the front yard in cover-alls coated in busted open glow sticks.
My favorite memory was doing a haunted house with my friend. Im a large girl, who only stands a short 5ft 6inches. I always seemed to take pride in my costumes. Trying my best, dealing with my larger size. My black gown and hooded cloak. Mask on and black paint around my eyes to help. I hunker down, covering my feet with the bottom of the gown, close my eyes and listen . Kids run past, paying me no mind. The true scares were inside. Not out here propped up in the yard. Daddy and his little princess come through the yard. Shes giggling and laughing and walks up to me and tugs on my gown. Asking for candy. I sit idol, eyes still closed. Daddy wanders up close and pulls her away, then comes the poke at the mask. "Dear its just a stuffed thing they have propped up here, its quiet all right". At the last poke of my mask I reach up, screaming, and grab his hand. My eyes now open, I view the scared father with mouth standing open. I let out another scream from behind the mask and Dad wrips his arm away from me and runs up through the yard. I then take chase behind him. The street was his safety mark. I hear giggling and laughter and turn back to see a little pink princess still standing where I was. Giggling and pointing at her dad, shouting "I told you so's." I smile and snicker and walk back to her, I pick her up and her still giggling take her inside and plop her down beside a coffin over flowing with candy, and tell her for her bravery, she gets two big handfuls. Looking out the large open door, Dad now sits at the edge of the street. Another friend looking down at him, laughing. Even with the setting sun and small glow from the street lights, his face is red. Her hands full, including a soda and a candy bar for scared dad, I pick her back up and take her to Dad. Dad, never looking at me, stands up, and takes his daughter from my arms.
For the next few years, that little princess always showed. My costumes did change, and so too does hers. Dad, still stands at the street, and never comes close. Moving away hurt in small ways, because those memories are never thought about until days like today. I keep up with her on facebook. She still shows to my friends place, but now to also join in on the fun of scaring adults. She has plans of doing her own haunted house one day, and is looking to get into nursing school, in the field of study which consists of peoples fears.
This is the night when the gateway between
our world and the spirit world is thinnest.
Tonight is a night to call out those who came before.
Tonight I honor my ancestors.
Spirits of my fathers and mothers, I call to you,
and welcome you to join me for this night.
You watch over me always,
protecting and guiding me,
and tonight I thank you.
Your blood runs in my veins,
your spirit is in my heart,
your memories are in my soul.
With the gift of remembrance.
I remember all of you.
You are dead but never forgotten,
and you live on within me,
and within those who are yet to come.Halloweens were different when I was a kid. Homes were open for bathroom breaks and, punch and cookies were always there for snacks. Homemade baked goods and candied apples were always taken over prebought candy. No worries of razorblades in your candy. No taking your candy down to the local hospital to have it X-Rayed. Parents didnt worry as their children walked house to house. No worry for kid snatchers or rapeist. But that was along time ago. When tricker treat bags consisted of king size pillow cases and not plastic walmart bags. When your costume was home made, and can remember your friend going as a Raisin Man one year. When your house was done up in strobes and webbing, and your father ran around in the front yard in cover-alls coated in busted open glow sticks.
My favorite memory was doing a haunted house with my friend. Im a large girl, who only stands a short 5ft 6inches. I always seemed to take pride in my costumes. Trying my best, dealing with my larger size. My black gown and hooded cloak. Mask on and black paint around my eyes to help. I hunker down, covering my feet with the bottom of the gown, close my eyes and listen . Kids run past, paying me no mind. The true scares were inside. Not out here propped up in the yard. Daddy and his little princess come through the yard. Shes giggling and laughing and walks up to me and tugs on my gown. Asking for candy. I sit idol, eyes still closed. Daddy wanders up close and pulls her away, then comes the poke at the mask. "Dear its just a stuffed thing they have propped up here, its quiet all right". At the last poke of my mask I reach up, screaming, and grab his hand. My eyes now open, I view the scared father with mouth standing open. I let out another scream from behind the mask and Dad wrips his arm away from me and runs up through the yard. I then take chase behind him. The street was his safety mark. I hear giggling and laughter and turn back to see a little pink princess still standing where I was. Giggling and pointing at her dad, shouting "I told you so's." I smile and snicker and walk back to her, I pick her up and her still giggling take her inside and plop her down beside a coffin over flowing with candy, and tell her for her bravery, she gets two big handfuls. Looking out the large open door, Dad now sits at the edge of the street. Another friend looking down at him, laughing. Even with the setting sun and small glow from the street lights, his face is red. Her hands full, including a soda and a candy bar for scared dad, I pick her back up and take her to Dad. Dad, never looking at me, stands up, and takes his daughter from my arms.
For the next few years, that little princess always showed. My costumes did change, and so too does hers. Dad, still stands at the street, and never comes close. Moving away hurt in small ways, because those memories are never thought about until days like today. I keep up with her on facebook. She still shows to my friends place, but now to also join in on the fun of scaring adults. She has plans of doing her own haunted house one day, and is looking to get into nursing school, in the field of study which consists of peoples fears.
Days like today are ment for fun. Reguardless of what you believe or dont believe. ☆ Art Log
Posted 12 years agoYeah this is just abit of something for me to keep track off odds and ends on.
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Missing for a Day - Pirates life for me.
Posted 12 years agoI know Ive been missing for a day and quiet a bit last night.
So far missing...that well.. I missed alot of things, esp on here. Bids and commission spots and such like that junk.
But its okay. It was all worth it today.
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But out there...are kids... Special kids. Kids who got to see pirates today. And got to dig through treasure chests of beads, coins, sea shells, gems, rings, and other things. Who got to balloon sword fight with pirates. And even got to be face painted by pirates. One child whos new favorite word of the day was ARRRRRRRRRRRRRR. And could do it better then any of us out there. One child who could balloon sword fight an army of pirates and giggle the whole time.
But out there are special parents. They are home now with their children. Im sure dinner eaten and baths taken. Im sure theres a sea shell or two in the bottom of someones bathtub. Im sure a few hurt feelings when their tattoos washed off. That is if they even allowed mom and dad to wash it off of them. Then come Monday they will show it bravely off at their teachers, and tell them how they were tattooed by a pirate and it didnt really hurt. Then its off to bed. Where bed time stories of how they fearlessly beat off pirates and got away with their treasures. Upon side tables and dressers lay rings, and coins, and beads, their loot bags full of their spoils.
But in here. Theres a pirate. Whos tired. Hurting. Re-sunburned ontop of a sunburn. Feels as though shes taken a broad sword to the head. Emotionally drained . And is currently crying because shes happy and knows that out there...
....are special kids and special parents. Who had a group of pirates give them a special day. Because special kids need love too.
So far missing...that well.. I missed alot of things, esp on here. Bids and commission spots and such like that junk.
But its okay. It was all worth it today.
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But out there...are kids... Special kids. Kids who got to see pirates today. And got to dig through treasure chests of beads, coins, sea shells, gems, rings, and other things. Who got to balloon sword fight with pirates. And even got to be face painted by pirates. One child whos new favorite word of the day was ARRRRRRRRRRRRRR. And could do it better then any of us out there. One child who could balloon sword fight an army of pirates and giggle the whole time.
But out there are special parents. They are home now with their children. Im sure dinner eaten and baths taken. Im sure theres a sea shell or two in the bottom of someones bathtub. Im sure a few hurt feelings when their tattoos washed off. That is if they even allowed mom and dad to wash it off of them. Then come Monday they will show it bravely off at their teachers, and tell them how they were tattooed by a pirate and it didnt really hurt. Then its off to bed. Where bed time stories of how they fearlessly beat off pirates and got away with their treasures. Upon side tables and dressers lay rings, and coins, and beads, their loot bags full of their spoils.
But in here. Theres a pirate. Whos tired. Hurting. Re-sunburned ontop of a sunburn. Feels as though shes taken a broad sword to the head. Emotionally drained . And is currently crying because shes happy and knows that out there...
....are special kids and special parents. Who had a group of pirates give them a special day. Because special kids need love too.
☆ World of Warcraft - Info & Updates
Posted 12 years agoIf you play WoW and would like to add me, Im always open for cross server fun. While Ive played WoW for a long time now, I mainly play for the fun of the game. Im not a hard core raider, even though I enjoy a good raid.
Battlenet ID Tag: Moonsqueaker #1874
Add me if you would like.
I am mainly activef rom about 9am-1pm(M-F)
And odd and end times Saturday and Sunday.
Horde Toons: Undermine
Orifice (M) - Undead Priest (90)
Confounded (M) - Undead Lock (90)
Moonrush (F) - Tauren Pally
Moonsqueaker (F) - Tauren Hunter (90)
Alliance Toons: Mok'Nathal
Talenor (M) - Worgen Rogue (90)
Raenton (M) - Worgen Priest (90)
Ynestra (F) - NE Druid (90)
Battlenet ID Tag: Moonsqueaker #1874
Add me if you would like.
I am mainly activef rom about 9am-1pm(M-F)
And odd and end times Saturday and Sunday.
Horde Toons: Undermine
Orifice (M) - Undead Priest (90)
Confounded (M) - Undead Lock (90)
Moonrush (F) - Tauren Pally
Moonsqueaker (F) - Tauren Hunter (90)
Alliance Toons: Mok'Nathal
Talenor (M) - Worgen Rogue (90)
Raenton (M) - Worgen Priest (90)
Ynestra (F) - NE Druid (90)
