Coleoptera
Coleoptera
By: CanOfSoupCanOfSoup
Published on 29 Mar 2021 18:05

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What this is

A bunch of miscellaneous CSS 'improvements' that I, CroquemboucheCroquembouche, use on a bunch of pages because I think it makes them easier to deal with.

The changes this component makes are bunch of really trivial modifications to ease the writing experience and to make documenting components/themes a bit easier (which I do a lot). It doesn't change anything about the page visually for the reader — the changes are for the writer.

I wouldn't expect translations of articles that use this component to also use this component, unless the translator likes it and would want to use it anyway.

This component probably won't conflict with other components or themes, and even if it does, it probably won't matter too much.

Usage

On any wiki:

[[include :scp-wiki:component:croqstyle]]

This component is designed to be used on other components. When using on another component, be sure to add this inside the component's [[iftags]] block, so that users of your component are not forced into also using Croqstyle.

Related components

Other personal styling components (which change just a couple things):

Personal styling themes (which are visual overhauls):

CSS changes

Reasonably-sized footnotes

Stops footnotes from being a million miles wide, so that you can actually read them.

.hovertip { max-width: 400px; }

Monospace edit/code

Makes the edit textbox monospace, and also changes all monospace text to Fira Code, the obviously superior monospace font.

@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Fira+Code:wght@400;700&display=swap');
 
:root { --mono-font: "Fira Code", Cousine, monospace; }
#edit-page-textarea, .code pre, .code p, .code, tt, .page-source { font-family: var(--mono-font); }
.code pre * { white-space: pre; }
.code *, .pre * { font-feature-settings: unset; }

Teletype backgrounds

Adds a light grey background to <tt> elements ({{text}}), so code snippets stand out more.

tt {
  background-color: var(--swatch-something-bhl-idk-will-fix-later, #f4f4f4);
  font-size: 85%;
  padding: 0.2em 0.4em;
  margin: 0;
  border-radius: 6px;
}

No more bigfaces

Stops big pictures from appearing when you hover over someone's avatar image, because they're stupid and really annoying and you can just click on them if you want to see the big version.

.avatar-hover { display: none !important; }

Breaky breaky

Any text inside a div with class nobreak has line-wrapping happen between every letter.

.nobreak { word-break: break-all; }

Code colours

Add my terminal's code colours as variables. Maybe I'll change this to a more common terminal theme like Monokai or something at some point, but for now it's just my personal theme, which is derived from Tomorrow Night Eighties.

Also, adding the .terminal class to a fake code block as [[div class="code terminal"]] gives it a sort of pseudo-terminal look with a dark background. Doesn't work with [[code]], because Wikidot inserts a bunch of syntax highlighting that you can't change yourself without a bunch of CSS. Use it for non-[[code]] code snippets only.

Quick tool to colourise a 'standard' Wikidot component usage example with the above vars: link

:root {
  --c-bg: #393939;
  --c-syntax: #e0e0e0;
  --c-comment: #999999;
  --c-error: #f2777a;
  --c-value: #f99157;
  --c-symbol: #ffcc66;
  --c-string: #99cc99;
  --c-operator: #66cccc;
  --c-builtin: #70a7df;
  --c-keyword: #cc99cc;
}
 
.terminal, .terminal > .code {
  color: var(--c-syntax);
  background: var(--c-bg);
  border: 0.4rem solid var(--c-comment);
  border-radius: 1rem;
}

Debug mode

Draw lines around anything inside .debug-mode. The colour of the lines is red but defers to CSS variable --debug-colour.

You can also add div.debug-info.over and div.debug-info.under inside an element to annotate the debug boxes — though you'll need to make sure to leave enough vertical space that the annotation doesn't overlap the thing above or below it.

…like this!

.debug-mode, .debug-mode *, .debug-mode *::before, .debug-mode *::after {
  outline: 1px solid var(--debug-colour, red);
  position: relative;
}
.debug-info {
  position: absolute;
  left: 50%;
  transform: translateX(-50%);
  font-family: 'Fira Code', monospace;
  font-size: 1rem;
  white-space: nowrap;
}
.debug-info.over { top: -2.5rem; }
.debug-info.under { bottom: -2.5rem; }
.debug-info p { margin: 0; }

Forum » Bug/Insects Related Stories » Coleoptera

CartneyStar 6/25/2021 (Fri) 21:34:07 #61295191


When I was in middle school, there was this kid I knew named Sam.

Sam was your stereotypical nerd: blonde hair, big glasses, skinny and nonathletic, and very smart. We weren't really friends in the sense that we were "best buds" and invited each other to play at our homes. Most of the time we just sat at the same table and talked about comics, or video games.

From what I could gather, from his very few words about it, his father was a drunk, and his mother had left when he was five or six. While I don't think there was any physical abuse, there was almost definitely some negligence. One time, I had seen his father passed out on the street.

As for the insect bites, that was something I never understood either. The windows and doors and garage in his house were always closed, and Sam was never the type of person to venture outside.

But I was fourteen, so I didn't think much of it. After the end of the school-year, I never really saw much of Sam, except for the occasional glance where he'd be coming home with a jug of milk or some grocery bags, while I was out on my bicycle. I'd wave, he'd wave back, and that was the end of our interactions for a few months.

Then came the fifteenth of August. I was in the sitting room playing on a Nintendo-64 when the doorbell rang. Outside was Sam, with more bites than ever- at this point it looked like he had terrible acne. He was completely out of breath

I invited him inside and he sat down on the couch, staring at his feet. I was pretty confused, but my mother had taught me manners so I got him a glass of water and sat down opposite him. He downed the glass and started talking about how his father had been in the woods for three days, and just five minutes ago a note had appeared on his doorstep saying: "Come to the shack."

He asked me if I wanted to go and help him find his father. I was already apprehensive; I was willing to do a lot of stupid things, but traipsing into the woods looking for a drunk grown man was not really something I wanted to do. But he looked so helpless and afraid, so I agreed.

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The forest.

It was night when we finally left- because it was rapidly approaching darkness, we had to scrounge around for some flashlights. I told my mom and dad I was sleeping over at my friends house, and then we set off down the road.

About twenty minutes later we arrived at the border of the forest, and at this point Sam was growing quieter and quieter, his face paler; the bug bites were a lot more noticeable. He walked inside the dark forest with no hesitation, and I followed.

Sam seemed to know where he was going: He walked quickly, his face set in a grim line. The flashlights were so noticeable in the dark, I was sure that if anyone was in the forest they'd see us coming from a mile away. But I was too far deep in to chicken out, and something in Sam's face was oddly scary.

Roughly thirty minutes later, Sam stopped. He adjusted his bulky glasses and turned to me. He told me we have to turn the flashlights off: they were getting close. I remember asking, "What is getting close?" But he ignored me and continued on into the darkness.

I was very tempted to leave, but I couldn't remember the way back, and I didn't like the thought of wandering in the forest for the next few hours, so I switched off the light and followed him. The forest floor was covered with leaves and twigs- at least, I thought it was leaves and twigs, based off of the brittle crunching sound; it was too dark to see.

I could hear an odd sound, now. Almost like a bee buzzing. The uncomfortable sound seemed to grew closer as we seemed to approach the shack. Through the little moonlight that was barely enough to cover tree branches, I could see beetles and flies scurrying on the wood.

After a few minutes- or hours, I wasn't sure -Sam turned around, his pale face shining in the darkness. "We're almost there, don't make any sound." My heart was beating a heavy tattoo against my throat as I walked forward.

Suddenly, there was this blinding light. I squinted and I saw Sam and his father standing next to this old wooden shack, with moss and rotting wood adorning it. The buzzing sound was so much more louder, and when I fully opened my eyes I saw a massive grid of lights in front of me.

I remember turning to Sam, who was now staring at me impassively, zero emotion in his face. His father looked like a mess, though. His beard and hair were unkempt, his clothes in rags. Dirt and trash covered his skin, and a scent of feces and trash exuded from him.

Most noticeably, however, were the numerous amounts of bug bites on him, which seemed to have grown tenfold from when I last saw him. His teeth were yellow and blackened when he smiled, and I remember him saying, "Good job," to Sam, and clapping him on the shoulder.

When I looked behind me, the leaves and twigs I thought I was stepping on weren't leaves: they were bones. A human skull was looking at me, its eyes wide and hollow, the skull cracked open. More bones surrounded it. Looking back, those were probably the people that disappeared.

I remember him raising his hands as though he were conducting a band, and he started some kind of odd chant in a weird guttural language. It sounded more like grunting than anything, but at this point I had tried to run away. But he caught me by the neck of my shirt and threw me to the ground.

He started moving around me in a circle, and that horrible buzzing sound grew louder, and suddenly I could see the source.

Millions of bugs, in massive dark clouds had come from the forest and into the small clearing. The droning of it grew louder still, and the horrible smell became more pronounced. More bugs came, surrounding me, and then they began to crawl onto me.

Beetles, some six inches long, began to eat my arm. Huge mosquitoes sucked blood out of me. I couldn't breathe, because whenever I tried, I inhaled dozens of bugs, and I choked on them until I coughed them up.

Everything went black after that, and I remember waking up on the pavement across from my house. After what had happened, I heard that Sam and his father had disappeared. The bug bites on my skin were big and red, so I wore long-sleeved shirts and pants every where I went.

After a few months, the bites have mostly faded away. There's still one on my arm, though. Now, I'm in high-school, and everyone I've talked to said that they don't know a "Sam". I've even gone to several therapists, and they've said that I dreamt it up. When I showed the bite mark, they say that they don't see anything, and that I was some kind of liar.

But I know that isn't true, because yesterday, a beetle came out of my bite mark.

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