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idiedandmadeyouking
Male/United States
Last Visit: 304 weeks ago
is bored with dark poetry
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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!
All you have to do is give me a link (in a note to faces.deviantart.com) to where i can grab your pic. If you wish, you can email me the pic (ask me for the email)
Then I will add your portrait to the gallery, with your devart nickname and a description of your choice!
I'm always curious to see what everyone looks like, and I hope people will be interested
I just thought of this today, and I hope it takes off well.
If you feel that you'd like to help out, let me know.
Dyne peered through the sewer grate from his eyelevel. "What the fuck was that for?" he yelled, becoming noticably distraught. "Have you been leading me on, or are you just a total bitch?"
Sarah looked at him with bleary eyes. "It was too much. You can't fucking afford it, in any sense of the word. You're too goddamn romantic, too goddamn real." With that, she turned to leave. Time slowed to a crawl as Dyne watched her boots swivel, followed by the pulse in her trenchcoat as she whirled around. Her hair burst into sunlight about two steps down. He watched, silently, as her head turned slightly and a single tear hit her shoulder.
Unnoticed by Sarah was the tear that shattered on the concrete.