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!
Holy shit a journal relevant to my life for once. But I need to know: Who here is in Ottawa and feels constant tremours. Yes I know it's an earthquake zone, but apparently no one else is feeling it. So either I am just so awesome I can feel 0.0001 magnitude quakes or something's wrong with my senses, but either way I've been feeling the ground sway for months now and the imbalance is causing 1% nausea. It's fucked up to sleep with your bed shaking beneath you like it's forever warning you that your life is going to end without that ever coming into fruition. Not that I want it to obviously but fuck, is it just me or what.
It occurs to me that you should sell sweet, sweet DMC fanart at anime north so i have someone to share a table with.
also i should tell you that i downloaded that wmp skin to see what it looked like and then i tried to play a song for my brother and it popped up and it was horrible.
It occurs to me that I am fapping at the idea, but must first see if someone else who had asked me to join them two years ago is still planning to do so.
He is evidently jealous he doesn't have anything cool like that.
It was two years ago, they are probably dead by now.
Many restless nights does my brother lay awake, tossing and turning, dreaming of the day a giant pizza will sing him sweet melodies as Dante gives him bedroom eyes.
Sta.sh
