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I am a Digital Artist
Karo
Female/Canada
Why I Am Here
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Last Visit: 4 days ago
The World's End, plz. <3
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!
And you keep up the awesome work. It really swept me off my feet.
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But this was reality. There was no music; the damsel was already dead, and all he had was the 9mm pistol tucked into the back of his jeans and the length of lead pipe he clenched in his hand.
Ah, I'm sorry. I really don't play Furc enough to have the need for GD!
Thanks anyways!
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But this was reality. There was no music; the damsel was already dead, and all he had was the 9mm pistol tucked into the back of his jeans and the length of lead pipe he clenched in his hand.
Thanks a bunch for your support! I really appreciate it
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*Photo--Assignment*TreesWithCharacter*PhotographersClub
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But this was reality. There was no music; the damsel was already dead, and all he had was the 9mm pistol tucked into the back of his jeans and the length of lead pipe he clenched in his hand.
Awesome art. <3
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Your smile makes my heart explode.
Thanks anyways!
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But this was reality. There was no music; the damsel was already dead, and all he had was the 9mm pistol tucked into the back of his jeans and the length of lead pipe he clenched in his hand.
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