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!
Soooo... I've got about a week left until the end of all my pain and suffering! Woop Woop! It went by damn quick! I'm glad it's over, I've spent four years going at it. I'm also gonna miss the place, I must say. But only a little bit. I will most definitely not miss the traffic and time spent on the road driving there and back once a week. I will from now on have way more free time to make and submit new art, so watch this space! I haven't had time to browse much either, but I think my flavour of the week is:
Hi there! Thank you for your fav I must answer to your mail tonight, I'm sorry I couldn't do it earlier, I was very busy. Have a good day!
-- 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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nocreditstock <---Stock without all the bullshit.
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I believe that when I die, I shall rot and nothing of my ego shall survive
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nocreditstock <---Stock without all the bullshit.
Thank you for your fav
I must answer to your mail tonight, I'm sorry I couldn't do it earlier, I was very busy. Have a good day!
--
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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I believe that when I die, I shall rot and nothing of my ego shall survive
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