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Shiori's picture

To all those who made Character of the Week Art! In plzums

Hey there :3

Well we ended up losing all the links to everyone's art so far ._. If you would be so kind as to reply to this with any art you've made for the CotW characters we would BE soooooo grateful!

Also, just a reminder, please link back when you do create art so we don't have to go searching for it :3
Thanks so much to everyone who has participated so far though! These guys deserve it!

Melusine's picture

Css troubles?

guh I have some questions about css and stuff x__x Any help will be much appreciated <33
confusion under cut, will be deleted later.

On diary entries, multiple characters, CSS and somesuch...

I have a question for folks out there, and I realize that the answer will be as varied as the person. I poked around for some answers, but didn't really find any answers or ideas.

Bottom line is, I have absolutely no talent with CSS. I know what it is, and I've played with it. If I buckled down (and spent some time on it that is currently coming at a premium or nonexistant), I could probably spit out something that looked halfway decent. Fortunately, my question isn't about CCS, but it is related!

I have noticed that when people make posts about their deer diaries, often they are encapsulated in small CSS made places on the pages specifically made for their deer instead of as a blog entry that might appear under recent posts.

So, here is my question. Combined with the fact I don't have much for CSS coding, how should deer diary entries be handled, particularly for multiple characters? I noticed some of the roleplays are posted separately. Basically, I'm looking for a loose set of guidelines about posting deer stuff without becoming a spam-bot. I'm certain no one wants to read absolutely everything I write as a new post.

One more question... for those of you with multiple characters...? How do you manage them? Separate accounts (which I saw is a tactic used)? What do you use to keep individual characters separate?
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Esprit du Vent (Shortstory for Trigger_Mortis)

Esprit du Vent
The Spirit of the Wind

Inspired by Sail by AWOLNATION



He was drawn to the ocean, the thick smell of saltwater filling his nostrils as he found himself on the shore. It was a crystal clear day, the sky above perfect as the tropical air breezed past him, ruffling his fur in the same rhythm that the waves crashed on the shore. He looked around, alone with nothing but seagulls that cawed and squawked at one another.

The deer took his first steps on a wooden pier, his hooves clanking on the wood as he began across. It was exceptionally well built, but old as he could see some damage on the structure. Still, he wanted to be as close to the water as he could, and he went to the edge of the pier. Tails looked to the ocean, and squinting from the reflective sunlight, he caught a glimpse of something.

A rowboat was slowly making its way toward him, guided by the wind though seeming to be moving all on its own. He watched with curiosity, finally calling out, "Hello? Anyone there?". No answer, the boat coming closer and closer until it was before him, gently stopping with a bonk on the barnacle-crusted pier. The wooden boat was empty, but was surprisingly beautiful. There were not many distinctive features of it other than the painted words on the side - 'Esprit du Vent'.

"Must have come from France...", Tails spoke to himself, inspecting the rowboat with curiosity, "But what is it doing here?" He heard voices in the breeze, at first thinking spirits were speaking to him, but now realizing it was the seagulls. No longer were they simply cawing, but now they were speaking one word - "Sail! Sail! Sail! Sail!"

He looked to them with a headtilt, then back to the strange rowboat.

The Lost Fawn - Chapter 1 - The Shadow

A doe twitched in her sleep, a sense of forboding crawling over her. Nightmares didn't haunt her, but, for some reason, she felt the sneaking feeling of dread. Her heart pulsed under a beautiful light-brown coat, delicate ears flicking nervously.
An owl hooted in the darkness of the night, and the doe woke with a start. She felt confused at her own sneaking sense of dread. She gazed lovingly down at her son, thankful for his comforting presence.
But her son was not present. The doe gave out a call of alarm, scrambling onto her dainty hooves. Her eyes grew round with fear.
"Chital? Chital, where are you?!" the frantic doe cried, her herd rousing around her. Her mate, the leader of the herd, stood worriedly nearby, looking at the distraught doe.
"Gome, what's wrong?" he asked, calmly approaching the doe as she frantically searched under the bushes around their sleeping place. The other nursing does eyes were wide as they nestled their waking young ones close to them, nervously flicking their tails, while the stags paced around the sleeping place, pawing the ground and shaking their mighty antlers to warn off unseen invaders.
"Pivald, Chital is missing!" Gome exclaimed, choking up as she raced around, her heart thudding. She ignored the dark-brown stag leader as he tried to calm her by nuzzling her shoulder. Gome could sense that Pivald was also very nervous for their son, his false signs of comfort ment nothing.
"We'll find him, Gome, he couldn't have gotten far. I'll send out a search party at dawn," he cooed, trying to lead his distraught mate back to her hollow in the ground. Gome choked back a sob and collapsed into her sleeping hollow, nervousness shaking her to the core. What danger had befallen her son? Was it to late?
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Chital took short, gasping breaths as he tried to calm himself. His dad would find him.
Aimery's picture

Help finding CSS

The code I use for Cremello's blog broke for some reason, so I can't use if for my new stag.

Does anyone know where I can get a free code to use?

welcome

Pippaloo's picture

Kelpie (Non TEF)

I looked around and saw some of your guy's(?) poems and writing, so I thought id post my own? Thoughts?

Kelpie with skin cold as the dead,
Kelpie who fills our hearts with dread.

Little black horse who proffers a ride,
Trots along loch-shore, chases the tide.

Pony who tempts weary passerby,
Would be rider, doomed to die...

Foolish traveler mounts the beast,
Dreadful beast whom awaits a feast.

At touch rider adheres to beast....
Dreadful beast who has his feast...

Panicked rider lets out a wail,
tugs and pulls to no avail.

Kelpie gallops to loch, swimming down to its bed...
Rider now drowned, rider now dead.

Now the devil-horse enjoys his prey,
Awaiting the fool of another day...


Tada! If your wondering, Kelpies are Scottish water spirits who do what is said in the poem. Nasty things...Just a quick poem i scribbled down, and i need constructive critisism! Laughing out loud
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