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I am a Pencil Artist
Tsukiria
Female/Singapore
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Last Visit: 26 weeks ago
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Art Zone
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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!
I think I've seriously lost the last shred of my sanity... But...Who cares? Have ya 'all heard the news? Daisuke's got a new comic - World Embryo! And it rocks big time! I get the feeling it'll be a really big hit! Go read it, Chrno Crusade fans! It won't disappoint ya!
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"L'objet le plus miraculeux du monde était là, derrière notre baraquement, [...] mais le trou de balle nous démangeait toujours, et quand il nous démangeait on le grattait." (Stephen King, Roadmaster)
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Sex is like maths, Add the bed, minus the clothes, divide the legs and hope to God you don't multiply!
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-Meant for so much more.. Have we lost ourselves?-
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My broken wings...
...still strong enough
to cross the ocean with...
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♫ →I kissed a girl,
and I liked it.
The taste of her cherry chap stick← ♫
thanks for the fav~
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.:: What color are you today? ::.
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Love me when i'm gone.
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╔I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.╗
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"L'objet le plus miraculeux du monde était là, derrière notre baraquement, [...] mais le trou de balle nous démangeait toujours, et quand il nous démangeait on le grattait."
(Stephen King, Roadmaster)
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