I Am So Envious Of Your Fabric Folds

I am so envious of your fabric folds

ALL RIGHT I’LL TRY!Note: This is how I personally work with folders, i’m not right neither wrong, different artists have different ways to do the same thing. Remeber to check for more than one as refference!

The shame is HEAVILY influenced by the wind or movement on the character/object, so are the folds that follow the flow of whatever is influencing them!

Always consider the fabric you’re planning to use, a heavy one won’t have as many folds, but will have more bumps, meanwhile thin ones tend to have A LOT of folds and not so many bumps, and often fold over themselfs

If you don’t plan how the object/dynamic/wind whatever will influence the fabric, you may come up with this:

The tip of the arrows will have LESS folds because it’s where the wind is blowing, meanwhile the back of the arrows will have a lot of folds, since it’ll curl and bump on itself!

You can’t just toss folders around without planning how they will be affected, works very similar as hair does!

It ended up so long i really hope it helps omgg ;w;If you want to support me and help me to make more tutorials, you can always tip me! (Not mandatory, don’t feel pressured!)

EMMoTiOonSss

Jean’s words

“You like him don’t you?” His words came from out of the blue, so much so that Mikasa could only stare at his straight face. His expression was mute; the forlorn in his voice was silent. He was simply there beside her, gazing out into the open. It would do neither of them good - his looking at her. His eyes would so easily betray him. 

The ebony beauty, the same woman his eyes unconsciously sought in every room, doesn’t give him a reply. And this makes the wrenching in his gut intensify. 

Amid the tightness in his chest, he surprises himself by continuing to speak. “Our days are numbered, some less than others.” He pauses, finally saying, “…being the strongest doesn’t change that.” 

“I know.” She suddenly says in a whisper before hiding away into her scarf. “I know.” She repeats. 

“Then,” Jean finally musters the courage to face her. Again, he is stricken by her beauty. The water in her eyes glittered. Her long, unruly ebony hair contrasting her white face, the pink flush on her face, her full red lips - no one, no one compared to her. “Tell him.” He nearly chokes. 

Nevertheless, the sad smile that greets his sentiment was more than enough a distraction. 

“What’s the point?” 

He freezes at her words; her words painfully rang in his ears. Did she have a clue just how much it ached - being unable to confess; facing an undoubted rejection? No. She had no idea. She could have anything and everything. Had he been the one - had he been him, there was nothing more he would assure. Out of all they’ve accomplished - now, about this, she hesitates, she doubts.

“You said it so yourself, our days are numbered.” She turns away, a wistful expression played on her exotic features.  “It would do neither of us any good.” 

His fists tighten. A rage fills him. “What?” He grits, trying to quell the heat growing in him. “What bullshit is that?”

Mikasa’s gaze turns to him, surprise in her eyes. 

“Of all I thought you were, coward was never one of them. What crap excuse is that - our days are numbered. Everything we’ve achieved in this war - we got it because we strove, persevered for it. We may be in constant battle, we may be soldiers - but that doesn’t take away our humanity - that doesn’t take away the fact that we deserve to live. There are only a few of us lucky enough to fall in love, to find that something that will make the passing days; this battle - worth it. And you, you, tell me - it would do you no good. If I were lucky enough - to even have a morsel of your affection - do you have a clue how happy that would make me? Imagine how he’d feel then - to know how much you love him. You’d deny him that incomprehensible happiness - just because you’re a coward?” Jean’s glare doesn’t leave even when he finished. He had no idea he was panting. All that registered was the shaken expression on Mikasa’s face. A guilt crept into his system - but, it was far from conquering the anger, the frustration he felt. “That man - he’s never had a family. I don’t even think he’s ever been loved like we had been; like we’re being loved.” His expression softens, a thought occurring. “Imagine how happy he’d be,” He starts to smile. “To know you love him.” 

Mikasa says nothing after. Not in the later seconds that seemed to last a lifetime. Not in the following minutes that dragged by. Her tears, her silence was enough a reply. 

The young man reaches out for her and hides her sobbing in his tender embrace. He turns away in a gesture of privacy and directs his gaze at the dawning sun before them. 

Today, he thought, was going to be the same; the tears, the sweat, the blood. But, he; he would be different. And he prayed - Mikasa would be too. 

Jeankasa?

TFW you do a ship meme entirely for the opportunity to talk about Jeankasa.

1. My take on their canon relationship: Jean has a crush on Mikasa that preserved through their training years together; he’s attracted to her but he still respects her talents without feeling emasculated by them. Jean sees situations for what they are, and right from the start it is clear that Mikasa prioritizes Eren. Yet Jean doesn’t resent her for this. He admires her, worries about her more than she does herself, doesn’t think Eren appreciates her as much as he should. Despite his feelings, he doesn’t hesitate to give her the business when he has to (which speaks more to Jean’s character than Jeankasa per say). Where we last saw them in the story, I think Mikasa grew to respect and trust Jean as a comrade. She doesn’t reciprocate his feelings (but I still have hope).

2. Do I ship them: Hi I’m Stasia and Jeankasa destroyed my life (yes).

3. Reasons why I do/don’t ship them: I just…  love how Jean adores her in canon. Like.. he acknowledges that she surpasses him in badassery by about 100% but it only contributes to how he feels about her. Additionally I think Jean could be the exact type of family Mikasa is looking for. He’s such a softy and I don’t think a day would pass where he wouldn’t do anything and everything he could to make her happy. Everything about the two of them makes me want to implode. 

4. Headcanon, if any: Even if Mikasa wasn’t so clearly about Eren, I don’t think canon Jean would make a move on her. I headcanon him to view her as the type of person he’d never have a shot with.

5. How much do I ship: I actively ship these two. Fanart, fanfics, you name it, I’m on it.

Blackbeard is the ultimate shipper

Blackbeard: You care for her…you fancy her! Do not deny what is clear to my eye.

Question is…does she fancy you?

My god, she does. We are in luck!

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I believe L started in his late teens, simply because many people expect L to be a middle-aged man. Explanation: L has been working as a detective for a very long time, so the reasoning of the police was that he either started in his twenties and now is middle-aged or he started middle-aged and now is a lot older. His deductions are quick and to the point so many people found it more probable to believe in the first option. We know that L is in his mid-twenties so returning back in time leads us to: late teens

L Headcanon

L’s parents abandoned him because he was autistic and they couldn’t deal with it. They left him near a church, hoping that somebody would find him, and the last thing his mom said to him was: “We’ll be back soon. Just you wait.”

He never had wanted to change his outfit because he was wearing a white shirt and jeans that day and deep in his heart he was still hoping that his parents would still recognize him.