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I am a Deviously Deviant
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Last Visit: 20 weeks ago
Alejandro D.R.
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!
-- Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc. "We gladly feast on those who would subdue us." Media nox, obscura nox, crudelitas animarum "We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell" ~ Oscar Wilde
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The Guides, the Wardens of our faculties, / And Stewards of our labour, watchfull men / And skillfull in the usury of time, / Sages, who in their prescience would controul / All accidents, and to the very road / Which they have fashion'd would condine us
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Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc.
"We gladly feast on those who would subdue us."
Media nox, obscura nox, crudelitas animarum
"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell" ~ Oscar Wilde
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My Etsy Shop - [link]
Visit My Ebay Store for Precious Metal supplies and my finished Jewellery
:: Fallout Forever ::
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Look, I made it bigger!
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Practice makes mah kugfu stronga.
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Wannabe 3d extraordinaire.
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The Guides, the Wardens of our faculties, / And Stewards of our labour, watchfull men / And skillfull in the usury of time, / Sages, who in their prescience would controul / All accidents, and to the very road / Which they have fashion'd would condine us
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