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Redraw of this Dimaria sketch I drew several months ago :3

I don’t have a personal style anymore or I just don’t know what is mine Help Me :,D But I’m so pround of the result and the improvement :,)

I wanted to colored it (i just did a sort of shadows ver) but my pc makes strange colors when I post the drawing and I don’t like it ;___; So if you wanna recolor it feel free to us the lineart pic! ^^ 

São nesses momentos que você descobre a capacidade terrível do ser humano guardar mágoas e rancor. Por exemplo, acabo de esbarrar em um professor que teve o azar de ser insolente comigo e eu furei os pneus do carro dele e risquei uns palavrões na lataria como vingança. Achei que ele nem lembrasse mais disso, porém, quando fui cumprimentá-lo por pura educação, ele simplesmente me olhou torto e ignorou. Ok, né. Tenho pena de quem ainda tem aula com você, Mr. Watkins.

Young Writers: It’s Never Too Early

Writing doesn’t have an age range. There is no too young or too old to start writing or get published. People of all ages have made an impact on the writing world. Here I have compiled a short list of writers whose first work was written or published during their teenage years.

Christopher Paolini began writing Eragon at 15 and self-published in 2001 when he was just 18. In 2003, the book was republished by the Alfred A. Knopf publishing house. The Inheritance Cycle has sold over 33 million copies.

Amelia Atwater-Rhodes received news that her first novel, In the Forests of the Night, would be published by Random House on her 14th birthday. She went on to publish four additional novels before turning 20 in 2004. To date Atwater-Rhodes has published 16 young adult fantasy novels.

Catherine Webb finished her first novel, Mirror Dreams, when she was 14 and it was published two years later in 2002. She published three more young adult fantasy novels before her 20th birthday and has written 16 books in total.

Mary Shelley began writing Frankenstein in 1816 when she was just 18 years old. The novel was published two years later. There is little more that needs to be said about its continued widespread influence today.

Nancy Yi Fan began her novel Swordbird when she was just 11 years old. It was published two years later in 2008 by HarperCollins. Since then she has published a prequel (Sword Quest) and a sequel (Sword Mountain).

S.E. Hinton wrote The Outsiders while still in high school. It was published in 1967 during her freshman year of university when she was 18. The book has sold more than 14 million copies and Hinton is still considered one of the great female writers in American history.

Beth Reeks wrote and posted her stories online until Random House took notice of The Kissing Booth, a young adult romance novel, which had millions of hits on Wattpad. She was 17 when it was published in 2013.

Old(er) Writers: It’s Never Too Late

Insane!Marie/Calm!Stein AU

{i wrote the first chapter of my AU im so}
Marie left. She talked to Lord Death and was almost to the place she grew up in. She couldn’t stay alone anymore. She had been living there for a few years, but the madness gnawed and gnawed at her. To the point of a psychotic break. Naigus came to her and took her position, while taking care of her until she was able to travel alone.
She looked out the window and tapped her finger on the arm rest. The madness kept creeping up to her. It was a sense of delightful terror. An overwhelming power over others that eats away at your consciousness and makes you want to crush every little annoyance. Crush them as easily as bugs crawling on the ground. She clenched her fist and squeezes her eyes shut trying to get the thoughts out of her head.
“Hey miss?” The taxi driver was turned to her and stopped. “We’re here, are you alright.” Marie looks over at him and nods.
“How much..?”
“84.90.” She dug through her purse handing him enough twenties.
“Just keep the change.” She got out and dragged her bags out with her.
‘The city seems small from here. Like an island in a lake, if that lake was a huge desert bed.’ She walked into the city, and headed straight to the death room. 'This place is almost exactly the same as before. A lot of the buildings have been replaced or repaired.’ The steps were more worn than she remembered them. The marble was cracked in more than just a few places. Despite not having been back in a few years, the stairs weren’t difficult. Years of going to the academy make any stairs easy to climb. She opened the door, marble covering the walls and floors, murals painted throughout the halls, columns sculpted and repaired over and over again, gold trip throughout the ceiling and floor lining, there are even paintings of Lord Death spread around each of the frames, gold. The academy was truly beautiful inside and out, even with all the wear and tear.
Marie walked into the Death Room.
“I have arrived, sir.” She said, looking more to the side than at him directly.
“I’m glad you made it safely. How was your trip?” He asked her in a gentle voice, not wanting to shout and startle her or push her.
“I survived-,” she tapped her foot and looked around the vast room.
“Good. I’d like you to stay with Stein. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. He’s in the infirmary right now doing some paper work. You should go say hi.” Marie nodded and walked out.
Conversations help ease her mind especially when she hasn’t talked to someone in a while. Hopefully talking to Stein would help. She headed towards the infirmary, trying to avoid as many students as possible. She stepped in and looked around. There was one woman with golden hair sitting at one desk, next to her there was Stein sitting at another desk. Both of them look over to her.
A smile almost instantly comes to Stein’s face, and he walks over to her.
“Marie, I didn’t know you were coming back.”
“I just arrived. I wanted to say hi.” Marie told him.
“Well welcome back,” Stein smiles and squeezes her shoulder gently. “Where are you staying?”
“I wanted to ask if I could stay with you,” she glanced at her bags and back to him.
“Of course you can. Here let me help you with your bags,” bending over and grabbing some of her bags, Stein turns to Medusa. “You can hold down the fort right Ms. Medusa?”
“Yes professor,” she gives him a thumbs up, filling out papers. Stein opens the door for Marie, letting her out before following her.
“So, Marie, how have you been doing?”
“I’ve been .. on edge,” she furrows her eyebrows, watching the students they pass. Stein looks at her and pushes up his glasses, peering into her soul.
“It has become worse, hasn’t it?” He asks her, adjusting on of the bags over his shoulder. She goes silent for a moment before replying.
“Yes, Lord Death convinced me to come back. I guess he wants me to have some stability or something.” She was oozing her uneasiness, and Stein could feel it. He could also now see the sense of madness in her soul wavelength. Her normally calm nature is now sporadic and anxious. She needed help, and he was determined to help her.