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I am a Photo Manipulator
lazy-afternoon
21/Male/France
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Last Visit: 3 days ago
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Art Zone
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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!
Merci pour le "watch", et le commentaire sur mon Asha'man... mais mais mais... si tu connais Tad... je dois te connaitre et j'ai honte de l'avouer, je ne sais pas qui tu es! Qui es tu donc? (Une chose est sûre tu es talentueux/euse..., mais sinon le mystère reste entier.)
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Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon?
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The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come.
Qui es tu donc? (Une chose est sûre tu es talentueux/euse..., mais sinon le mystère reste entier.)
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~Vampires Don't Sparkle~
And learn it you Twitards!!!
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Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon?
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The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come.
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Like the glowing of a new dawn...
Steady..
Go !
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