Well, instead of having just a vertical list of fanart I wanted to ask if anyone could show me the coding for making a horizontal scrollbar. Any help is appreciated greatly, and thanks in advance c:
Edit: I now know how to make the actual scrollbox, however the images are not in the middle, the bottoms of them are cut off...and making the box vertically bigger does nothing s: Also, how can I insert a smaller picture that is a link to a bigger picture? Like [ url = "directlink"][ img] "smaller image of original"[/ img][ /url] o.O
I dunno if any of this is censor worthy... but just in case. It's about my character, The Creeper, and this is him thinking his thoughts as he looks at the forest as a whole, and gets ready to do his dirty work.
It's two in the morning, I'm working on art and desperately hoping this guy cares to talk to me. So I won't be sleeping for a little bit. :B Got any quiet music you're fond of? Think Ingrid Michaelson or Joe Purdy style-wise, I've been playing them all day, lol. <3
June 9, Wednesday Rain has always brought back bad memories for me. Actually nearly ever weather condition reminds me of something I wish would have never happen...
I wake up in the down pour and watch as deer young and old scatter for cover to avoid getting drenched. I, on the other hand, was already completely soaked. And so I walked aimlessly about unlike them. After some time a approached the fogged in ruins. The water hit the ancient stones with such force it created a mist about the area. There were a few deer here who were seeking refuge from the rain. There was Wesker watching carefully over his beloved Kaoori as she slept. There was also a doe with gray fur and long pointed feather antlers. She concealed her face with a deer mask and lay beneath the arches which fenced in the graveyard. I actually thought she was sleeping for a long while until she suddenly ran off into the woods. I lay down in between the graves, my body sloshed in the mud with every breathe. The atmosphere was so relaxing, the dark sky, misty ruins, and constant pitter-patter of rain. Yet still, dark memories lurked in my mind.
I listened calmly to the new calls of the forest, there were so many new deer. A young fawn called off in the distance and his cry was drowned by the rain. Everything was drowned by the rain, from the cheery attitude of the deer to the glistening grass and trees. It seemed everything was made solemn by its presence.
[=10][i]I stood up covered in mud. I looked completely atrocious. The rain could not even remove the mud from my pelt, but it was the least of my worries. I got up and ran towards a large crowd I could hear faintly off in the distance. By the time I arrived they all seemed to have dispersed to a covered area, so I returned to resting near the pond.
I lay there, nothing interesting was happening. My eyes found nothing to focus on and they stared off.
A year ago
This trivial matter started
With light jokes and hearty laughter
But as quickly as a snowflake turns to waters
Things took a turn for the worse
Harsher woods were spoken
From one to another
Spring to summer
Pranks were played
Only to annoy
And dance on each other nerves
As fall approached
Fists were threatened
But never used
Come December
Blood corrupted that pure snow
He took a swing
The other person did the same
Only this outcome was worse
It put a stop to all the nonsense
But in a tragic way
He lay to rest 6ft under
Now tell me why
This revenge is bittersweet to the lips
:)
