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!
Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of frost.
In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no one is here.
Detached from reality, in the knowing of dreams,
we know the entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty room.
We awake and it's true. I dreamt of the sun's demise, awoke to a bleak morning.
In the emptiness I behled fate for the dead light is a foretelling of what will be...
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". . . into the depths i looked
only to be swallowed by the darkness. . ."
Art -- ~ThroughSapphyreEyes
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~Certainty of death, small chance of sucess, what are we waiting for?~ Gimli son of Gloin
~hmm I suppose that concludes negotiations~ Gimli son of Gloin
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". . . into the depths i looked
only to be swallowed by the darkness. . ."
Art -- ~ThroughSapphyreEyes
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I am Sonia in DA's Sonic the Hedgehog Crew #3
I am Pauline in the SMB crew
My club: ~FireEmblemSoS-club
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In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no one is here.
Detached from reality, in the knowing of dreams,
we know the entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty room.
We awake and it's true. I dreamt of the sun's demise, awoke to a bleak morning.
In the emptiness I behled fate for the dead light is a foretelling of what will be...
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