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 bottom 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!
On Christmas morning I had a massive heart attack at about 330 AM, ending up in the hospital. Just returned today and will slowly try to catch up and hopefully start some new work, Hope everyone is having a Happy New Years day0 Peace and blessings to all.
Pac Man walks into a bar and orders some Pac-Dots. The barman says that they don't sell Pac-Dots to just anyone and can he see some identification. Pac Man is livid and starts kicking off. Tables and chairs are flying everywhere and they knock the jar of Pac-Dots all over the floor. The doormen, Blinky, Pinky, Inky and Clyde, rush over, walking around the chairs and tables as if they were an elaborate maze. Pac Man runs away, weaving in and out of the furniture eating the dots as he goes. Suddenly the cops run in and shoot Pac Man dead. The cops are put on trial but get off on the technicality that Pac Man isn't supposed to exist in the real world. Pac Man's family take the matter all the way to the president. The media coverage is insane. The President hops in his Jet Fighter and blows everything up. Pac Man's family is happy and they have a street party that lasts a hundred years. Laws are passed that allows Namco characters to live in harmony with humans but this takes the humans a while to get used to. Eventually love wins the day and over the course of 4 generations Human Pac hybrids become the dominant species on earth. Pac-Dots enter the food chain and the world is one weird place. Oh, nothing is ever new.
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Please don't complain about the ketchup. It's meant to be that colour.
Hey whats up? Thanks for the interesting story, always appreceate your sense of humor. You're right about nothing ever new. the older the hat the more fashionable it becomes. Peace to you and your family !!
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Trying to maintain a sense of sanity through art.
Good to hear from you. Hope you weren't in a situation where that story enhanced an hallucination.
Everything is good here in Blighty. I say good and then immediately think of our coalition government and then feel a bit glum. If Nick Clegg is ever visiting your neck of the woods, don't worry if you spontaneously strangle the git. You'll will receive a large cash sum not too long after this happens.
We've just had a late September Heat Wave which was a bit surreal but today is more like it. Crazy winds making the windows at work squeal and the tree's now looking a little delicate.
The only bit of art I have going at the moment is both a drawing and a digital rendering of Yosemite Sam. It's for some loony thing on Deviant. It's been quite difficult. I've more or less had to learn how to draw someone elses shit. I've even used an eraser for the first time in years. I'll get back to drawing tentacles and weirdo's again soon.
Right, must step out of the building and probably give the tumbleweeds a run for their money tonight. I just hope the wind is blowing in the right direction, which is home, and not the pub.
Take care, man
Tone
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Please don't complain about the ketchup. It's meant to be that colour.
Sta.sh
Love 
Tone the Pancake wielding ChanChanMan here. How's it going? I hope you're fighting fit and doing well. It'd be good to hear from you.
Tone
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Please don't complain about the ketchup. It's meant to be that colour.
Hope all is well
and Happy New Year
Sheo
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/ To the battle, we ride... /
My
I hope, you're well. Sorry I missed you when you called in on the weird gallery.
All the best man,
Tone
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Please don't complain about the ketchup. It's meant to be that colour.
Good to hear from you yesterday. Hope all is well.
Tone
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Please don't complain about the ketchup. It's meant to be that colour.
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Please don't complain about the ketchup. It's meant to be that colour.
Thanks for the interesting story, always appreceate your sense of humor. You're right about nothing ever new. the older the hat the more fashionable it becomes.
Peace to you and your family !!
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Trying to maintain a sense of sanity through art.
Good to hear from you. Hope you weren't in a situation where that story enhanced an hallucination.
Everything is good here in Blighty. I say good and then immediately think of our coalition government and then feel a bit glum. If Nick Clegg is ever visiting your neck of the woods, don't worry if you spontaneously strangle the git. You'll will receive a large cash sum not too long after this happens.
We've just had a late September Heat Wave which was a bit surreal but today is more like it. Crazy winds making the windows at work squeal and the tree's now looking a little delicate.
The only bit of art I have going at the moment is both a drawing and a digital rendering of Yosemite Sam. It's for some loony thing on Deviant. It's been quite difficult. I've more or less had to learn how to draw someone elses shit. I've even used an eraser for the first time in years. I'll get back to drawing tentacles and weirdo's again soon.
Right, must step out of the building and probably give the tumbleweeds a run for their money tonight. I just hope the wind is blowing in the right direction, which is home, and not the pub.
Take care, man
Tone
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Please don't complain about the ketchup. It's meant to be that colour.
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Please don't complain about the ketchup. It's meant to be that colour.
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Trying to maintain a sense of sanity through art.
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We aren't greater than our dreams.