This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing modules.
You can drag and and drop to rearrange.
You can edit modules to customize them.
The left side has modules you can add!
Some modules you can only access when you get a subscription.
Some modules have options that are only available when you get a subscription.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain modules 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!
*police investigators break down the door only to find the tiny sweltering apartment covered in papers - each with mathematical formulas on them*
"It'll take years to sort this out. What was he trying to do?" says the young cadet.
"Over here." says the grizzled old investigator. He points to a corner of the room, where the body lies, its hand still stretched up toward a chalkboard. The cop puffs a cigar and shakes his head. "Looks like he almost had it."
The cadet reads what the man died to figure out: "Thank you for the fayve." He scrunches up his eyebrows and looks back at the senior detective. "What does it mean?"
"We'll never know." The old man whispers as smoke envelops his head.
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What's the point in being grown up, if you can't be childish sometimes?
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"My enemy's enemy is my freind"
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[link] Foxloft Studios Artwork and Exotics
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║╔══╗║ ...Quiet, please. My iPod is calculating the
║║√δ║║ square root of unicycle.
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"It'll take years to sort this out. What was he trying to do?" says the young cadet.
"Over here." says the grizzled old investigator. He points to a corner of the room, where the body lies, its hand still stretched up toward a chalkboard. The cop puffs a cigar and shakes his head. "Looks like he almost had it."
The cadet reads what the man died to figure out: "Thank you for the fayve." He scrunches up his eyebrows and looks back at the senior detective. "What does it mean?"
"We'll never know." The old man whispers as smoke envelops his head.
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What's the point in being grown up, if you can't be childish sometimes?
-The Doctor (Doctor Who)
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