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!
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It would be nice if you visit my gallery. Please don't wonder about the chaos. It's not really a chaos. It's more like a beautiful arrangement with it's own system. [link]
Thanks for the fav Your works are amazing...I'm adding you to my
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
Hi Maylar! You're welcome! I loved your micro-book tutorial--very inspiring. I cannot wait to do one myself.
(I should probably point out, though, that none of the works you see on my profile are actually mine--that's all my favourites gallery, so they're by a whole bunch of amazing artists. I'm not much of an artist myself, unfortunately...but I'm astounded daily by the talent I see here on DA.)
I hope you'll send me a link, if you submit that book on dA one day...I would love to see. No, I know it's not your gallery...I actually managed to post you a message for the other deviant and he got yours...so sorry for that. And you know, being appreciator of art is equally good...and this is the right to place to be, when you're one of them. Yeah, dA is very rich in incredible talents...I sometimes find breathtaking pieces that make me want stare into it for days. Hope to see that book from you soon ^^ Best
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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It would be nice if you visit my gallery. Please don't wonder about the chaos. It's not really a chaos. It's more like a beautiful arrangement with it's own system.
[link]
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=HellionAngel on the topic of Eddy Cullen:
"Perving is fine at school, but when you take the wd-40 to my window that's going a bit too far!"
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- Hyel
Your works are amazing...I'm adding you to my
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
(I should probably point out, though, that none of the works you see on my profile are actually mine--that's all my favourites gallery, so they're by a whole bunch of amazing artists.
No, I know it's not your gallery...I actually managed to post you a message for the other deviant and he got yours...so sorry for that.
And you know, being appreciator of art is equally good...and this is the right to place to be, when you're one of them. Yeah, dA is very rich in incredible talents...I sometimes find breathtaking pieces that make me want stare into it for days.
Hope to see that book from you soon ^^
Best
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
I will definitely send you a link when I make the book.
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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