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!
The next page of DoaTR will be up at some point, I hope. Just too many distracting things lately.
Finding a good loan so I can have my new trailer put on my property, chopping wood for my brother-in-law, digging out and hauling large rocks for my mother, going to my actual job as a security officer, two weddings, and a funeral(for someone I didn't know). .....So tired.....
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Because I saw her, in a sleep As dark and desolate and deep And fleeting as the taunting night That flings a vision of delight To some lorn martyr as he lies In slumber ere the day he dies Because she vanished like a gleam Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
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Because I saw her, in a sleep As dark and desolate and deep And fleeting as the taunting night That flings a vision of delight To some lorn martyr as he lies In slumber ere the day he dies Because she vanished like a gleam Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
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Because I saw her, in a sleep As dark and desolate and deep And fleeting as the taunting night That flings a vision of delight To some lorn martyr as he lies In slumber ere the day he dies Because she vanished like a gleam Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
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Because I saw her, in a sleep As dark and desolate and deep And fleeting as the taunting night That flings a vision of delight To some lorn martyr as he lies In slumber ere the day he dies Because she vanished like a gleam Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
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Because I saw her, in a sleep As dark and desolate and deep And fleeting as the taunting night That flings a vision of delight To some lorn martyr as he lies In slumber ere the day he dies Because she vanished like a gleam Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
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Chainsawmandy+Different=OutCast!!!!
I IZ AN OUTCAST!!!!
Chainsaw Mandy/ also known as "M+M"!
Author of: The Nightmare from Down Below
Am i pissin you off-ah-fa?!! XD
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Because I saw her, in a sleep
As dark and desolate and deep
And fleeting as the taunting night
That flings a vision of delight
To some lorn martyr as he lies
In slumber ere the day he dies
Because she vanished like a gleam
Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
--
Because I saw her, in a sleep
As dark and desolate and deep
And fleeting as the taunting night
That flings a vision of delight
To some lorn martyr as he lies
In slumber ere the day he dies
Because she vanished like a gleam
Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
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Chainsawmandy+Different=OutCast!!!!
I IZ AN OUTCAST!!!!
Chainsaw Mandy/ also known as "M+M"!
Author of: The Nightmare from Down Below
Am i pissin you off-ah-fa?!! XD
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Because I saw her, in a sleep
As dark and desolate and deep
And fleeting as the taunting night
That flings a vision of delight
To some lorn martyr as he lies
In slumber ere the day he dies
Because she vanished like a gleam
Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
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PROTEST IS PATRIOTIC!!
Like to play with toys? Checkout my toy comics blog
I'm Mr. Mustachio/shunsaku ban in dA's Tezuka Crew
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Because I saw her, in a sleep
As dark and desolate and deep
And fleeting as the taunting night
That flings a vision of delight
To some lorn martyr as he lies
In slumber ere the day he dies
Because she vanished like a gleam
Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
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Because I saw her, in a sleep
As dark and desolate and deep
And fleeting as the taunting night
That flings a vision of delight
To some lorn martyr as he lies
In slumber ere the day he dies
Because she vanished like a gleam
Of glory, do I call her "Dream".
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