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 bottom 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!
You torment the mentally-disabled. Great job, Asshole! Guess that proves you are "better" than Chris.
And I don't believe you were ever a "white-knight". Your first e-mail was trolling, but it was so obvious that even Chris saw through it. You NEVER wanted to help Chris, just shame and manipulate him like the troll you've always been.
So have fun torturing the weak, you sanctimonious sadist. Obviously the only joy you can find in life is hurting those even more pathetic than yourself and then justifying it with half-baked, self-righteous drivel.
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My heart tells me I'm not from this planet. That I fell from a comet out of circualtion. Or maybe I'm a clone of something like a wild man, who articulates a language from some strange dimension...
Sta.sh
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look at me! ima sexi boi!
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Resident Evil 6 Better Not Suck.
God bless you, Vivian, God bless you.
Amen, brother!
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And I don't believe you were ever a "white-knight". Your first e-mail was trolling, but it was so obvious that even Chris saw through it. You NEVER wanted to help Chris, just shame and manipulate him like the troll you've always been.
So have fun torturing the weak, you sanctimonious sadist. Obviously the only joy you can find in life is hurting those even more pathetic than yourself and then justifying it with half-baked, self-righteous drivel.
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My heart tells me I'm not from this planet. That I fell from a comet out of circualtion. Or maybe I'm a clone of something like a wild man, who articulates a language from some strange dimension...