This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
Merci pour le fav' ^3^ Ca fsait un sacré bail que j'étais pas passé chez toi *se flagelle* et jsuis impressionné comment ton trait a muri o_o et ca te va a ravir
Oups, je n'avais pas vu que tu étais française, bon ben l'idée reste la même, mais j'aurais pu écrire en français
-- Dans la candeur de l'aube naissante, tu t'avances, Longeant la forêt de l'oubli; Sous tes pas timides mais nerveux l'herbe danse, Au gré sévère d'un vent maudit.
Nothing...as always
Adoration
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Visit the asylum, its time for tea[link]
Come to the dark side, my gallery has kandi!
avatar made by the very awesome:[link]
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Visit the asylum, its time for tea[link]
Come to the dark side, my gallery has kandi!
avatar made by the very awesome:[link]
Ca fsait un sacré bail que j'étais pas passé chez toi *se flagelle* et jsuis impressionné comment ton trait a muri o_o et ca te va a ravir
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"The end is just the begining of what may come..."
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smile, more life agony is in the way
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Dear Me ,
you're the reason why I keep on living
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smile, more life agony is in the way
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Dear Me ,
you're the reason why I keep on living
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Dans la candeur de l'aube naissante, tu t'avances,
Longeant la forêt de l'oubli;
Sous tes pas timides mais nerveux l'herbe danse,
Au gré sévère d'un vent maudit.
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