Trying To Find My Art Style...

Trying to find My art Style...

I Think I did it, after my newest art post "Suse" I really like the style, I drew in and want to draw in it more. It's definitely better than what I've been trying to do. So ye, Ima try and be consistent with the art style and improve more and more!

Boredom.

Onigiri.

I draw very childishly when I’m feeling down or sad.

Then when I’m… idk even know what I was feeling when I drew this?

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The Ferrets Void. - Dementionless24 Short

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"Do you want to die?" The small rodent's voice grew serious. A look of sadness flashing in his eyes.

"Of course, I don’t want to die.” Quince answer fluidly, like it wasn’t even a question. He was almost offended the Ferret had even asked. "What does it mean by I have no control over where we go after a close death?" He asked, deciding it was best to just move on. The contract, questions needed to be asked about this whole ordeal. "I'm not just going to keep existing in this..." he paused to look around "Void?" 

"Of course not!" The small ferret seemed offended as he spoke. he crossed his small fluffy arms, his tail curled behind him before twitching away from his body. "This 'void' is a half reality; you know the different- er... multiple world theory thing humans have?" He asked and waited for the human to nod before he continued. "So that exists, but only highly beloved spirts can make half realities... I am not quite that so I can make half-half realities... Half-Half Realities...? One tenth a reality!" The ferret explained getting progressively more embarrassed, as he went on. "-and even then, we'd have to steal people to put them in our realties, we won't be able to go to any other sprits reality so we're just going to natural worlds." The small ferret seemed proud of himself as he explained everything. “This ‘void’ can’t sustain human life for more than three months!” He finished as he extended his paw, showing off only three paw pads proudly.

"I don't get it." Quince spoke quietly as He looked at the Ferret. Chip frowned before turned away from the human. 

"Well, I don't really think its for you to get Master." The small fluffy creature titled his head as he glanced at the male human. "It's a rule for spirits! So, you don't need to get it."

"Mm..." The pink haired boy thought for a moment. "Okay, good enough for me." He said, He may have asked but he didn't really care. He was just so incredibly bored in this weird white dimension.

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Quince had learned that twenty hours was a full day in the ferret's dimension. The shade of white turned into a dull grey as the day turned to… night? The ferret: Chip, himself, supplied the human with tasteless food and water. He had thanked the spirit as it watched over him. The small ferret, he had been looking through what looked like cards. Their seemed to be endless piles and whenever Chip waved his paw the pile would change into a completely different one. "What are you doing Chip?" The boy asked the small ferret.

"Looking for a good world." He mumbled as he flipped the card around to read a small sentence on the back. It was in a language the boy didn't recognize. It was odd, He had expected him to speak more... The small mammal had been so excitable before.

The Ferret was rather animated. His eyes, tail and body movements as well as his voice was at one hundred percent the whole time Quince had been with him. Instead of a simple explanation of things he’d go the extra mile. If you asked him if snakes eat anything, he wouldn’t know; instead, he’d go into a rant about how odd snakes are, and how humans apparently cry over them having... no arms?

"Oh? So, no good ones?" The human asked him with a small smirk, a tease. He had known the cat for hours now, but it was enough. Chip was the only thing he remembered… or not? Would it count as remembering if it happened moments ago? Chip shook his head vigorously. 

"No! Too many good ones!" He groaned as he flew away from the cards tossing them in the air in a rather dramatic show. "I need a break! Did you like your food, Master? I tried to make it extra tasty!" He asked, you tense slightly when he asked that specific question.

Quince thought they all looked tasty and so... so good... But the taste was.... nonexistent. Not there at all, the detail in every dish were perfect. That cat was a true artist… not a chief. "It was really good Chip." The boy simply lied to the cat. He seemed to have worked so hard in it after all. The human also didn’t think he could handle the over animated cat when he was sad or displeased.

His eyes shined when he completed his food, a purr rumbled from the back of his throat. "Good! I made sure to chop the potatoes purrfectly!" The Ferret spoke loudly as he laughed at his own pun. He fakes chopped the air with a nonexistent knife when he spoke. 

"Purrfect? Like... a cat?" Quince questioned...

"That's not what ferrets do?"