Dane's Guide to getting watchers - and dA friends!I know that we don't always follow each step every single day, and some steps might be harder for us to follow than others, but I wrote this simply to provide some of my dA experience and maybe open people's eyes to details they had not thought about yet. Some of this is pretty basic knowledge though - but some of it might be new to you ^^Dane's Guide to getting watchers - and dA friends! by =Danesippi
Naturally you will get more watchers, if you actually upload to your account. So that should be first on your list. People will also identify you by what you upload, not just by your name or avatar. If you upload a lot, be sure to spread it out to all hours of the day, so you get the widest possible audience and more feature time on the dA front page under "newest".
Create Your Own Avatar.
Your avatar icon is another way for people to identify and recognize you. But it is also a way for you to show who you are and what you have created. Even though you can buy a ton of cute and animated icons, that yo
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The Foal HeistThe Foal Heist by *CollidingStarsStable
The late summer night was cool and crisp; refreshing after the humid day. The stars above were shining bright in the velvety black sky. The night was so dark with out the moon that you could see the luminous band of stars of the Milky Way. Warren stared up at the millions of stars and sighed happily. It was well passed midnight, and every horse and person was asleep, except for him of course. His twins slept side by side, as always. He could hear Heartless snoring slightly, as usual. Fallacy was to his left with Prince's head stretched over her back.
Warren smiled at his son. He was doing well in training so far. He was accustomed to a saddle and he allowed people to ride him. Prince even let Fred ride him, much to Warren's dismay. Just recently Angela sent Prince over some small jumps, simple eighteen inch cross rails. She was worried how his eye sight would affect his performance, and she expected him to be scared at first. But the young stallion was not phased, even when he tripped
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