This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
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 Core Membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get Core 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!
My plane landed early in Los Angeles, a day before Virgil was supposed to arrive. I took a cab out to his home in the hills; only half listening to the cabbie's spiel about which famous people lived in what houses--both past and present.
"An' that's the house where the Vampire lived."
My ears perked up. "Excuse me? A Vampire?"
"Yeah, he was some count from Eastern Europe. Came here after the First World War. Count Lugosini or something. A real ladies man. He disappeared in the late fifties an' no one's seem him since. But the house is still maintained, an' it's never been for sale. Personally, I think he's still aroun' " We wheeled into the driveway at Virgil's home and I paid him.
"Thanks Ma'am. I appreciate the chance to show off. Have a nice afternoon."
I had a nice light dinner, then; feeling cooped up, I decided to put on my working clothes and fly around. The sun was gone over the Pacific, and the valley was in the twilight when I set out. I flew high enough to be hard to spot, and covered the last part of my route in. I have to admit, I was a little star struck. Most of the houses were normal homes--a little strong on security, but overall rather pedestrian, even for Hollywood.
But the Count's house was different. It didn't sit in a neighborhood, it loomed. And in an eerie way it seemed to repel visitors. And in the back yard was a large granite structure. A crypt? Unusual. I saw movement though, and wanted to prevent vandalism. (OK I was curious too)
I landed in the back yard, behind the mausoleum. The space in back was a large marble tiled patio, very European. It was getting darker, but I could still see movement. A cool breeze stirred, and I felt the chill through the costume. "Who's there?" I asked.
The silence was deafening. I turned from the mausoleum to look into the rising full moon--bright but red due to the California smog. I heard a soft rustle behind me and I turned back to look.
A man, in a dark suit approached. "I am sorry young woman, but this is private property."
"I am aware of that," I said. "I didn't mean to trespass, but I thought I may have seen someone attempting to break in."
The man's eyes narrowed. "From here? The high fence should have prevented you from seeing anything."
"Ah....I'm White Owl. A superheroine? I can fly," I said, proffering my gloved hand."
"A woman of grace as well, I see," he responded. He took my gloved hand in his, and kissed it gently. "Enchante'" he said. His cold eyes met my grey ones and I was transfixed.
"Too long have I been without visitors," he said. "Join me won't you?" It was not a request and bound under his spell, I followed without a word.
He led me around to the front of the mausoleum where the door swung open easily and quietly. I was surprised to see two coffins in the crypt. "The second one is for my bride," he said easily. "And a bride with power would make me invincible!"
He took my hand once more. then pulled me close, bent me back and bit my neck...