#atcs

[heartoffailure]

Spiritfarer ATCs I've made!

[formicalage]

Some recent ATCs.

[pop-idle-ultimate]

they're all so cute looking in sonic prime

[zildraws]

The theme for March was "Fox & Rabbit", which was tricky to work with at first until I recalled a desire I once had to try out something a bit in the style of Beatrice Potter and her adorable story illustrations of little creatures doing human things. I felt like it'd be fun to put my own twist on it and somewhat modernize the setting, though given all the scenes I went with I'm not sure that's very apparent. I also couldn't resist going with a brighter color pallet to give it that more saturated 90s book feel.I think in the end I did get that storybook vibe and I just love the way the faces and posing on these little critters came out.

I made four for this set 'cause in the end I wanted to keep one for myself haha.

Dip pen and Kuretake manga ink for the linework, Watercolors for paint.

[cheswirls]

cannot find anything for ytas even tho i swore i posted a pv at some point over here so instead of ss part of the opening scene like i want (lime green text my beloved) i'm just gonna copy/paste below bc i am in SUCH a daiya pkmn mood rn and i still like where this was going :)

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Ever Grande is hot and humid, and much less like he remembers from business visits when he was younger. For starters, everything in the League building is normal sized instead of towering over him, and it sucks all the charm out of this place that remained in his memories. It’s less like a magical wonderland and more of a standard office-building-slash-grand-hotel combo. 

Also, again, the weather.

Kazuya tugs on the front of his tee and flaps it to generate some airflow. He thinks not for the first time about removing the compression shirt he has on underneath, but since he knows it’s the only article of clothing he has on wicking his sweat and preventing his shirt from sticking to his skin, he discards the idea once more and absolves himself to grin and bear it.

He’s outside, moving around aimlessly in the courtyard. Seeing as he’d been kicked from the premises, he has little other choice but to wait until he’s called back inside by the man of the hour himself.

He uses the edge of his shirt to clear condensation from his lenses, silently cursing the rising humidity. He’d give anything to be far inland right about now. Kazuya really wasn’t made to endure weather like this, despite having grown up in the region.

He’d left for a reason. (Even if, he knows, the reason had not been related to that.)

Glasses cleaned, Kazuya lets the world slip back into sharp focus. He’s wandered near a small cluster of bright paperflowers, a more common sight on the island than anywhere else in Hoenn. He thinks his mother used to enjoy them, though he couldn’t imagine them surviving out in her hometown, what with all the wind. The hibiscus that grew wild near Ever Grande’s steep cliffs were probably Hoenn’s primary flora, being a staple in most seaside towns while still managing to dot the landscape in the mainland’s interior. 

Shouting draws his attention away from the flowers. Kazuya moves from his easy crouch, hands stuffed lazily in the pockets of his sweatpants. Not much else to do. Might as well investigate.

There are three heavyset men crowding the checkpoint steps that lead to the main doors of the Pokemon League. Trainers, Kazuya hazards a guess, based on their attire and full set of pokeballs brandished at their sides. They take turns shouting at the guard manning the checkpoint, and at this point Kazuya backs off in his approach to circle around the side of the building.

He’s not sure he’ll be recognized in the panic, more likely to be mistaken as another trainer venturing out of Victory Road. So instead, he hikes up the sides until he’s high enough to pass as having come out of the League, then circles back to the front and slowly treks down to the commotion.

“What’s the problem?” he calls down from several steps above. He addresses the guard but garners the attention of all four people present. 

“Miyuki-san!” The guard half-bows in recognition (and probably apology, at not having taken care of this before it garnered notice) and pointedly side-eyes the three trainers when straightening back up. 

Kazuya wonders, then, why he had even been concerned over not getting recognized. Of course that wouldn’t happen. He’s something like a celebrity here in Hoenn, unfortunately.

(He resists a tch on the edge of his lips at being addressed by his surname.)

“These men wanted to enter without all the badges required to challenge the League,” Kazuya is told, and he has to raise his brows at this. “I told them no, of course, but they’re insistent.”

Well. It appears he’s just found the perfect afternoon activity to keep him busy.

His gaze sweeps over the three trainers and he quickly identifies the ringleader. His feet open up until they’re shoulder-length apart, and he sags back into the new position, looking down at them from up high above. “You really think you can challenge Chris without all eight badges?”

His tone is just enough on the edge of mocking and disbelief that it can’t be taken as a genuine question. It does its job, too, riling them all up. They scoff at Kazuya, obviously ruffled, and ignore the guard entirely to focus all their annoyance at him.

“When you’re as good as us, you don’t need proof of a gym circuit challenge! It’s a waste of time when we’re ready for the bigshots as we are now.” The one in the middle speaks, both hands on his hips to show the girth of his arms. The two on either side of him nod in agreement.

“Who even are you, anyway?” one of them calls up to Kazuya. “The gatekeeper?”

“Sure!” He keeps himself playful, posture open. Pitching his voice so his answer implies more let’s go with that instead of you guessed correctly. It makes a vein bulge on the guy’s forehead, and Kazuya works his lips into a wide grin to keep it there. He raises one hand, pokeball held between three fingers, and makes quick work in clicking it to full size. “Come on, then. Let’s see what you got.”

He smirks, letting it stretch all the way to the ends of his cheeks. He hadn’t called out any one of them specifically, but they all brandish pokeballs of their own in quick succession. Perfect. He’ll take them on all at once or knock them down one after the other. A perfect challenge to get his blood pumping, and an even more perfect distraction to the mess that waits just inside the grand building he’s chosen to guard.

He tilts the pokeball backwards and lets it fall open. It releases his Corviknight behind his right shoulder, looming even taller than usual with its position higher up the staircase. “Beat Chris? Hah! I bet you can’t even beat me!”

[carfuckerlynch]

shoutout to maggie for making me google new horrible cars

[alipeeps]

I bought some pretty gold Chinese brush painting ink recently and tonight I remembered that I had a little pack of 3 black ATC card blanks... and then I also remembered that I had a set of mini Chinese calligraphy brushes that were a present from my bestie ages ago that are just about the perfect size for painting in this kind of small scale... and so... ����

I love how these came out. So much so that I've ordered myself some more black ATC blanks (please excuse the numbers on the photos, I posted them in an ATC trading group and numbered them so people could specify which one they wanted to trade for).

[dancingbugs]

Fashion Cats artist trading cards

[anapplescruff]

Went to an art club event and we made and traded Artist Trading Cards.

A collection of my scribbles and those of other people.

The last four are the ones I got in exchange.

[thewitcheslist]

ATCs up for trades

[tv-head-media]

I've been doing artist trading cards lately - here's my Space Boiz series that have all been traded

[charitydingle]

Tutti i colori del buio / All the Colors of the Dark 1972, dir. Sergio Martino

[formicalage]

Some recent ATCs.

[artisticdivasworld]

Artist Trading Cards

Here is another in our series about art forms and art movements.  This time, we look at what Artist Trading Cards are and think about whether we consider them as an art form.  I for one, am in the YES camp; these little cards are expressive, creative, and offer insight into the creator which is everything I expect from a work of are.  Here is the latest blog post in this series in case you missed…

[commsroom]

mother program 🛰️ (by @rosenkranz-does-things)

[nerdyoatmealart]

My sister and I have been playful calling Swinub a “sentient coffee bean” and shiny Swinub a “sentient watermelon” for years. It’s about time I drew a shiny Swinub in a watermelon patch.