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!
-- " If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart." "Mamma Mia. We were in Greece. We danced, I was gay, and we were happy."-Colin Firth
You are amazing. I was hoping you'd take a Wheatley art request from me but alas I see you don't take requests. I'm curious, why not? Sorry for asking if it's annoying.
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"The ports ye shall not enter, The roads ye shall not tread, Go mark them with your living, And mark them with your dead." -Rudyard Kipling-
And I don't because I don't have the time for them. If I had opened up for requests, I'd be buried in them and I have a number of projects to do just this summer, work to do for classes in the fall, online spring and summer classes, as well as needing time to do commissions to raise money for the new computer I want to build for my schoolwork.
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Commission Info: [link] Commission Status: OPEN
Ah alright. Thanks for the reply. Tad bit dissapointed I won't get to see Wheatley in the shower *exaggerated sigh* oh well, I guess I'll try to do it myselfs. Haha jk, thanks again!
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"The ports ye shall not enter, The roads ye shall not tread, Go mark them with your living, And mark them with your dead." -Rudyard Kipling-
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