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!
A creepy thing happened on the way back from school at 11pm... I was standing at a completely abandoned intersection but was waiting for the walk signal anyways. Suddenly I had this very uneasy feeling, almost like the temperature of the air around me went either up or down. But I looked behind me and was like HOLY SHIT! There was this guy standing almost up against my backpack. He had very dirty blond redish coloured hair and grey blue eyes like mine. He was husky but the exact same hieght as me. He didn't blink or anything and if he wasnt as tall as me I dont think our eyes would have met cuz he made no effort for eye contact. His expression was very absent but there was the faintest trace of a smile. The weird things were he was staring at the back of my head when I turned he was looking right through my eyes. He didn't react to my holy shit exclamation. I never ever heard him coming. I stepped to the side a bit so he wasnt behind me anymore... and didn't look back until I had crossed the street. But when I did he was gone. The only reason I remembered was because I saw his eyes randomly in my mind, very hollow and lifeless. I really do have reason to believe he was a ghost. Now I'm worried he may have followed me. I feel like I'm being watched... from behind. It's creeping the shit out of me. Such a vivid and random encounter... But I got no hostile feeling even though he was like practically inside my backpack... come to think of it I got no feeling from him. Creepy.
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Living life as it continually beats me in the face. I'm not a bad wolf.
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When you read this, you may enjoy feeling +1 happy!
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Living life as it continually beats me in the face. I'm not a bad wolf.
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When you read this, you may enjoy feeling +1 happy!
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Living life as it continually beats me in the face. I'm not a bad wolf.
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