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I am a Fantasy Artist
nluvwitaguynamecloud
18/Female/United States
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Last Visit: 180 weeks ago
Angela
Art Zone
Personal Zone
Misc. Zone
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!
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"For those few moments, you were, Marcello, truly, genuinely kind to me..." -- Angelo, Dragon Quest 8 "My muse is a fickle bitch with a very short attention span!" -- Sander Cohen, Bioshock FOOD ANIMAL CONTEST! See my journal for info!
I'm not anyone important, just playing welcoming committee for a bit. if you have any questions, ask me.
hope you like it here.
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we'll walk the streets like messiahs,
preaching white pearls and broken windows;
powerlines and factories lit up at night
that black out the stars like the city lights.
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"For those few moments, you were, Marcello, truly, genuinely kind to me..." -- Angelo, Dragon Quest 8
"My muse is a fickle bitch with a very short attention span!" -- Sander Cohen, Bioshock
FOOD ANIMAL CONTEST! See my journal for info!
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i wish my grass was emo then it would cut itself
I'm not anyone important, just playing welcoming committee for a bit. if you have any questions, ask me.
hope you like it here.
--
we'll walk the streets like messiahs,
preaching white pearls and broken windows;
powerlines and factories lit up at night
that black out the stars like the city lights.
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