This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and 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 subscription.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a subscription.
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!
Hola! debido a que la comunidad de ticos! lleva mas de 2 meses inactiva, creamos para asi empezar una comunidad mas activa! la idea es luego convertirla en premium pero primero apoyemos! gente!!! tratemos de darnos a conocer en DA! !
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"...¡Sacate de encima todos los excrementos humanos de tu cuerpo y no te enamores tanto de la noche como para perder tu camino!" "No te enamores tanto como para perder la razon"
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Floating unconscious, A melody that glides, A beat to the soul, Hidden in our minds, Never quite escaping, Confined by a reason, Inspiration slides in this mirage of rhythm
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"...¡Sacate de encima todos los excrementos humanos de tu cuerpo y no te enamores tanto de la noche como para perder tu camino!"
"No te enamores tanto como para perder la razon"
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there is comfort in the sound
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comic drawings!
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Jet noise makes me horny!
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~3d-studio-max - for deviants who think in 3 Dimensions
When you have a child you become a parent.
When you have a second child you become a referee.
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ohne dich wären die gefühle von heute nur die leere hülle der gefühle von damals.
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Floating unconscious, A melody that glides, A beat to the soul, Hidden in our minds, Never quite escaping, Confined by a reason, Inspiration slides in this mirage of rhythm
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