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!
Hello~ Friends call me Chii, so feel free to do the same. I'm an eye-patch fetishist, an overly excited person, an unhealthy shipper, and a clingy bum --not to mention my favourite pastimes include torturing my slave-driving, sweet and loving friends (especially Kai), drawing wonderful BL, providing others with scarring fanfics, Pchatting my days away, claiming to be an extremely awesome video game player, autotuning myself to be like a robot squirrel (I prefer to be a male), plus many others that I shall spare you from reading. I not only am forced to tolerate Ramen's fripplechins and icon spammage, but also personal conversations on my profile page. I am married to my Spanish Australian husband, Cenkaz, but I tend to elope with Americans like Kai and sometimes Danxsa (because fights aren’t all that rare). In preparation for the occasional fights, I keep with me a large supply of shoe ammunition, and will not hesitate to throw said projectiles. From a past affair, I have birthed a son named Francis. All of my friends from deviantart and The OLALA Family are near and dear to me, and if anyone should bring harm to them, my fellow mafiosi shall be dispatched for blood.
I don't love you, but I don't want you to die either so I help you get through rehab and you start painting again but then I get some kind of terminal disease and die, and you still loved me, but the emotional trauma gives you amnesia.
But I have moved on and already found a faithful and kind lover, and you're also a drug addict who had to sell your shoes for crack money, and you want to get back together but I'll shout "NO, YOU'RE TOO LATE"
Sta.sh
