Because why do real work or get ready to go to my job when I can colour these two?
Okay I should probably feed Ginger and Leo before they claw my face off.
Jabbers’ guide to drawing Saemus Dumar:
Step 1: Draw Phoenix Wright
Step 2: Make him look five years younger.
Step 3: Give him some doofy looking sideburns.
it’s my headcanon now that saemus does not, in fact, die, but through a complicated eluvian mishap, manages to travel through time and space to shout OBJECTION! in courtrooms… jabberart, you’re tearing me apart right now! in the best of ways, but still!
oh, but this art. how lovely the progression of moments is. it’s so tender. and set against the backdrop of kirkwall, city of misunderstandings, of just not getting along, of missed chances and cross purposes, of drawing the line, of separation—it’s remarkable how these two individuals, who couldn’t be more different, manage to come together. not only that, but they’re willing to cross the line, to see past it and through surrounding prejudice, and be with each other as they are. whether or not they understand, they try and they care. and it doesn’t last—but it does happen. their instincts aren’t the same; one might want affection shown in a different currency, a large palm set against a smaller one. but in that little circle of two they create for themselves to share in, they’ve communicated without words, given without payment, and that… that doesn’t happen often in kirkwall, does it? saemus and ashaad came together and bowed their foreheads one to each and let each other in, and that speaks to hope.
ten years, a hundred years from now, someone like saemus will love someone like ashaad, and there will be no one to tear them apart.
Everything you write, shimmy, makes me feel all the feelings. As if the picture wasn’t enough. ;_;