A Day Amidst the CSS

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I spent practically all day mucking around in CSS; it's one of the easiest computer languages, but it can also be quite tedious.

I recently noticed that the title of a journal has become a link to itself; and with that, it often changed colour to something disgusting whenever it was used (I used it to navigate quickly from my home page to the journal page for quick editing).

On top of that, I finished a journal skin commission for dmnq8 from LiteratureforPoints You can see the finished commission below;

Literature For Points Journal Skin Commission by Phantom-Wolf42

That took a bit of effort as it was intended for a supergroup and I had to work off criteria that I had read, not seen or had spoken to me, but after a few revisions I managed what is above, which pleased both myself and dmnq8.

One of the problems I found with it, was the title changing colour when used as a link. Of course, I went back to the CSS and made up random mumbo jumbo that actually worked to stop the colour change.

What was difficult however, was the pain of installing it to a supergroup blog. I still don't know how it's done, but dmnq8 figured it out, and thank Lord for that.

That commission costs about 200 points.

After all that was completed, I revisted this journal, and made editions to the CSS to make sure the journal title didn't change colour as it otherwise would.

So really, there was much tediousness and a very sore-backed Phantom-Wolf42

Phantom out

P.S. I Totally just jammed a shitload of artwork into my scroll box :D Anything and everything I've ever done for some else, excluding contest pieces :D



Commissioned/Gifted/Requested/Prizes

If it was commissioned, gifted, requested or given as a prize, it's here!
LFPDonate Icon Commission by Phantom-Wolf42 A-Voyeur Icon 3 by Phantom-Wolf42 Icon For A-Voyeur by Phantom-Wolf42 A-Voyeur icon by Phantom-Wolf42 dlcdonate avatar commission by Phantom-Wolf42
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Literature For Points Journal Skin Commission by Phantom-Wolf42 CrazyGurl928 Commissions by Phantom-Wolf42
Ryan Sanders-Another Animation by Phantom-Wolf42 Ryan Sanders - An Animation by Phantom-Wolf42
GivePointsForThePoor Request by Phantom-Wolf42 Happy Birthday Little Brother by Phantom-Wolf42 For Scotty Mealy by Phantom-Wolf42 Chris' Shinneh by Phantom-Wolf42 Marty and Tyran - Nintendo 64 by Phantom-Wolf42 Nicholas Cartoonised by Phantom-Wolf42 Tiegro And Cris Commission by Phantom-Wolf42 Point Collector ID by Phantom-Wolf42 Dynamo by Phantom-Wolf42
Exotic Beauties Group Avatar Revisit... by Phantom-Wolf42 MemoiredNightmares Commission by Phantom-Wolf42 dA Literature Contests Commish by Phantom-Wolf42 Literature For Points Edit by Phantom-Wolf42 Proud Member Of PennedPaper by Phantom-Wolf42 Critique For Points Avatar Commission by Phantom-Wolf42

Mature Content

Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonetThe light browns of the Morrocan village once stirred the villagers' hearts; they loved their small town, they loved knowing everyone who lived nearby, but that had all changed…
One night was all it took to rip out the peace and replace it with terror; one night of bloodlust flowing through the town; grown men were reduced to their knees; respected elders were reduced to the common rabble. Everyone in Asilah fell to the very ground they made their livelihoods on, and all because one man chose one town to run down.
Children and elderly rushed about the streets, seeking hiding places. Women and wives carried buckets of water to burning huts. Grown men planned an offensive, but nothing they did would work; they faced a mad man; a man who had lost all hope for his world, and instead turned to murder; he turned to rape. Any young girl that crossed his path became violated; a baker's daughter fell to her knees in front of the man; her hair a mess and her face splattered faintly in blood
Commission: Spoils of a Treasure HunterThe pizzeria had the finest take on synthesising the perfect Supreme pizza; the capsicum sat atop a bed of thinly sliced ham, and the pineapple rested in amongst the olive fragments. Øyvind Herstad considered it a marvelous indulgence; the perfect requisite for his next great treasure hunt with his delectably gorgeous companions Kaitlyn and Kara Walker.
"Ah yes girls" – He spoke intelligently, although not so much the words, as the way he portrayed them across the thin, cool air – "Another heist completed, another trophy to add to your walls. It is time however, for us to begin again. I've heard rumour of a treasure crypt in Greece; rumours tell of great fortune befitting a conquering knight. This is where we will head to next."
Kara smiled and glanced around the room, her long brown and white striped hair flowing over her shoulders. The drink in her hand remained still and unnerved as she examined the pizzeria.
"I've heard of this crypt" she spoke quietly, "I've heard t
The Doctor and MeHe called again; "Run!" he said…
I can still remember the day I met the Doctor; a day I never wish to forget. I remember how, on what started out as a normal day of school, a strange cloud formation appeared above my head in the yard. A large, spontaneous array of clouds, spat purples, greens, reds and blues at us. I remember feeling the electricity in the air, the high voltages crashing organic life to ruins. I remember watching as trees, plants, people disappeared before my eyes.
And of course, I remember the Doctor.
He fell through the cloud formation. He fell from the atmosphere above, bathed in the strange lights of the storm. He was constantly struck by the dangerous rays, but he seemed to be invincible; unable to attain damage from the force that wiped my teachers from the face of the earth.
I still don't know how he survived the fall; "I landed on a pocket of air", he had told me as we raced together to seek shelter. I'm still not sure why he felt the need to run; h
The Absence of LoveI'll write you a poem,
And pray that you'll read it,
In hope that you'll understand,
The pain that I'm feeling.
The thought of you,
Makes me smile; happily,
Waiting for the day,
It will become more than just,
My imagination.
Meloncholy moods move over,
Replaced by the happiness,
That I feel,
When I think of you.
I dream of you;
Because the last thought I think,
Before I fall to sleep,
Is how great we'd be together.
If only you knew,
If only you felt the same,
Then maybe one day,
My smiles would be,
For reality.
You may read this,
And not know it's for you,
You'll think it's for someone else,
Someone who deserves it,
Because that's how you are.
You automatically want the best,
For everyone else,
It never once crosses your mind,
That you are deserving.
And I can't help but think,
That I'm simply not good enough,
That I'm everything you don't need,
Everything you don't want.
But everyday I think of you,
And crave your company,
And it's so far out of reach,
That with the absence,
My love o
Miracles On CloudsLifting high,
Upwards, into the blue,
Blue canvas of the sky…
I float upon a soft cloud,
Unable to control,
My own movements,
Unable to determine my own,
Destination.
I look down upon the spherical earth,
I wish whimsically,
Of what could happen,
When I touch ground,
What miracles I could,
Play witness to.
The wind sings lyrics,
To my keenly waiting ears,
My brain deciphering it,
As though a thousand fish,
Are flying in the sky,
Calling to me.
I fall back softly,
Onto my bed of white,
And dream incandescently,
Of futures passing by,
And I wonder one last time,
What is meant by "sleep"…
Floating down,
Downwards, into the realm,
Of the weak and the weary…
TerraformingTerraformation.
Atmospheric alteration.
Hypothetically
Temperature modification.
Theoretically
Topography variation.
Supposedly
Ecological transformation.
Terraformation.
You're The ReasonYou're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I don't let go.
If it weren't for you, I'd escape the hold,
Of that, I'm sure you know.
You're the reason I get through the day,
The reason I don't give in.
If you weren't there to hold me still,
I'd fall for every sin.
My apparent friends abandon me,
Leave me in the mud to die.
But in your eyes I see the pain,
You feel it just as I.
You reach your hand to grasp on mine,
And pull me to my feet.
Every time I fall to Earth,
You don't let me call defeat.
When I smile, so full of joy,
You're there to dance around.
You make life a bearable pain,
Fill my ears with joyful sounds.
You're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I'm hanging on.
Without you there to make me laugh,
I'd be nothing short of gone.
What Kind Of Woman?What couple would last as long as we, when all we have going for us, is a distant memory? What two people would survive for as long as we have together, when all we manage, is unresolved fights?
I hate alcohol, and you love it.
You like to party, and I like to read.
I believe in God, and you think he's a story.
You threaten to leave me, and I'm scared of losing you.
We've survived a year, and things have changed. You do less for me, and more for yourself. You swear at me, laugh at my hurt and abuse my trust, until I can trust you no more.
I'm seventeen, and you just turned 18.
You're free, and I'm imprisoned.
I want to be with you always,
And you want a personal life without me.
We go through hell, and we pull out fine at the end. What kind of woman stays with a man like you, without considering suicide?
I'll tell you,
A woman like me, who loves a man like you unconditionally.
For Nicholas Hugh Rose
Stand-Off MarauderThe gun click-clacked in his hands,
    The centerpiece rolled over,
Locking another bullet into place.
'You see; there's one thing different,
    Between you and I,'
He said, spit flying from his mouth.
I watched on as he weighed his weapon,
    Feeling it against his skin,
Adjusting his strength and eyesight.
'You're a foolish boy; a marauder's son,
    Defenseless and incapable,'
He spoke, words flying off his tongue.
He lifted his pistol in line with his eyesight,
    Examined me down the barrel,
Examining me; his inevitable target.
'You come out here, eyes red with fury,
    But you're just so immature,'
He scoffed, cocking his gun with ancient fingers.
I adjust my stance,
Unless I Say SoLet's get one thing straight,
You're a boy.
Even from the very start,
You were given rights above me.
Now that equality is demanded,
You still get the rights.
I'm expected to wear dresses,
And play with dolls.

Let's get one thing straight,
You're a girl.
Even from the very start,
I have had it worse.
From the very beginning,
I've had to provide for you.
I've had to kill for you,
And I've had to support you.

You know nothing!
I have to give birth.
I have to raise the child,
And sew your clothes.
My life is in the kitchen,
And wherever you demand me to be.
I have to cook for you,
And be here for you when you get home.

Silence woman!
You know not of what you say!
You think your life is tough?
Try being me!
Go to work day in and out,
Come home to an angry wife.
Give her money to spend on junk,
And deal with the noise of the kids.

You have no idea what it's like!
To live life like a wife!
All that pain I went through,
To give you your precious son!
Constantly
Positive OutlooksYeah, we get it,
    You're upset and lonely,
You're alone and forsaken.
       Yeah, we get it,
    Your life is over,
You have no purpose anymore.
Please, listen to reason!
    You're upset and lonely,
But you still have your friends.
       Hear what we say!
    Your life ain't over,
You're still just as beautiful as you were before.
You're so very loved,
    You have the most amazing support
You have a caring family.
       And caring friends.
    Smile and be happy,
Even though people hurt you, you'll overcome the grief
Think about what you now have,
    Not what you've lost,
Because now you have freedom.
       Always remember
    Your l
Black LimousineComfort in a deadened breast
The silent cries couldn't be heard down the corridor; they couldn't be heard in the separate rooms of her house, and nor could they be heard by the sleeping ears of her family.
Mother heard them though; she heard those silent cries calling strongly for a mother's touch; her embrace. She could see those hands through walls of concrete reaching out to her, drawing in her heart, and only her heart; for her body could not follow it.
The young infant cried silent tears; craving comfort in the arms of his mother; the mother that lay heavy and cold in a white bed down the hall; the mother with a now free heart; a soul that could always watch over her young son.
'Be calm my child' She would whisper to his ear; her soul singing his mind to sleep. 'Be still and know; I am here.'
The mother watched on always, as the days went by, and as her son grew older. Days passed, weeks, months. She remained the only shadow to hear his silent cries; those piercing shrieks that fe
Passive Sin - Cold SnowdriftI swear; I love you!
Even though my passive sin,
May say otherwise.
Please understand me!
Listen to what I tell you,
For it's all I have.
The snowdrift masks my,
Aged regret and dishonour;
The cold of the night.
Remember those nights?
Cold nights by the firelight;
High up in the clouds.
Remember those sins?
Passive sins we committed?
Masked by the snowdrift?
I remember them,
The beauty of their taboo,
Forbidden to us.
Held back by old ties,
Pushed forward by temptation,
Ending in heaven.
Those; our passive sins,
Let bloom by the candlelight,
Of the morning sun.
Lost to cold snowdrifts,
Replaced in our memories,
By ties endearing.
Though we can't exist,
I will love you forever;
As my Passive Sin.
Never RestFollowing a thought;
Following a dream.
Is not as easy,
As it may seem.
Don't give up,
Try your best.
Keep at it,
And never rest.
Remember others,
And where they've been.
Be like them,
And live your dream.
The TheatreThe curtains opened,
    Cheers rang out.
The lights dimmed,
       Intensity.
They danced across the floor,
    On performers shoes.
The audience jeered,
       Ecstasy.
Roses rained down,
    Upon the dancer's heads.
Their words run out strongly,
       Captivating.
Costumes were extravagant,
    Colours so obtuse,
Actors flaunting their abilities,
       Mesmerising.
The audience applauds,
    The actors bow.
Leave the theatre,
       Reality.
An Orc In The ShireMan belongs to a heightened
Society,
   A vast array of knowledge,
Bountiful resources,
     Beautiful landscapes.
But beyond the glittering,
Gleaming flora,
   And the wild life of the land,
Lies a deathly man,
     He is Industry.
Industry sits there,
Day in,
   Day out,
Heaving his great lungs,
     The lungs of a smoker.
He sits in the distance,
Hidden,
   And alone,
Puffing his pipe,
     Inhaling, exhaling.
In amongst the fauna,
The flora,
   The beauty,
Of the landscape,
     Industry creates,
And he destroys.
Constantly, for years,
He sits,
   He breathes,
While his servants feed his pipe,
     And flick his switches.
He is the most toxic of all,
Time To ChangeThe world is collapsing,
    And for once,
I didn't do it.
There are so many Hells',
     Playing out there,
I'm getting dizzy.
Let's pack our bags,
     Take a step,
     
It's time to change.
The world is collapsing,
    
And for once,
I can change that.

Love Is Hallucinogenic by Phantom-Wolf42 Marty and Tyran - N64 REVISIT by Phantom-Wolf42 Typholosion and Cyndaquil by Phantom-Wolf42 For Brodie Aburrow by Phantom-Wolf42

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dmnq8's avatar
That's cool that you have samples of your work in your journals. Makes sense.