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A Guide to Popularity"Why doesn't my picture have more favorites?" "Why did they give them a DD but not me?" "Why won't anyone comment on my photo?" "Why do I have so few watchers?"
Everyone has asked themselves these questions one time or another. It's the thing we all desire here on DeviantART: Popularity.
When you make a wonderful piece of fanart that you're extremely proud of, but no one cares to tell you what a good job you did. When you pour your heart out in a flowing piece of poetry, but no one sympathizes with you. It's happened to all of us.
Here are my tips and guidelines on popularity!
How can people admire your work if they never see it? Simple: they can't. The solution to this is to join groups. Maybe one, maybe two, maybe over three-hundred. Find groups that will show off your art for all of DeviantART to see!
However, it's best you only join active groups. Some groups will simply accept your art, and that will be it. They won't hold contests, or have
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moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
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as i am the moon,
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