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âare you decent?â Â not morally, but im wearing pants, if thats what youre asking

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iâm giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept
No good art on the Isle since you left. None in Auradon either @asklittlestsister
âConsidering Iâm in Auradon right nowâŚyouâre mistaken on the latter point, kiddo.â
asklittlestsisterâ:
âOh, I havenât trusted anyone since I was 4 years old. If I end up with something bad etched onto my body, Iâll blame it on my own bad decision making, donât you worry. How good are you with wording and quotes? Iâve heard those fade easier.â
âIâll hold you to that. Words? Can do. Itâs not as fun for me, but youâre right, they do fade faster. Easier to change down the line, too, if necessary. Iâm pretty good with calligraphy, all a those fancy, flowery kindsa fonts. Whatâcha thinkinâ?â
How do you feel about winning Most Artistic?
âIâd be pretty ticked off if I didnât. Itâs good to know my fellow students have taste.â
"Good afternoon, Mr. Chaghatai. Oh goodness, that is a peculiar name, I do hope I'm pronouncing it right!" - Ally (@askwonderlandian)
âYou kinda butchered it, not gonna lie, but Iâm not a huge fan of my name, so itâs whatever. Just call me Tai. Whatâcha want, kid?â
askwonderlandianâ:
âOh, well, Iâm glad to hear it! Not that I butchered it, or that youâre not a big fan, just that itâs whatever. What do I want? Nothing, just to say hello. But Iâll leave now, if you want me to. Or not, if notâÂ
âIâm just asking âcause people usually come to me to talk art. Particularly art they wanna buy offa me. You interested in anything of that nature? I specialize in tattoos.â
"Good afternoon, Mr. Chaghatai. Oh goodness, that is a peculiar name, I do hope I'm pronouncing it right!" - Ally (@askwonderlandian)
âYou kinda butchered it, not gonna lie, but Iâm not a huge fan of my name, so itâs whatever. Just call me Tai. Whatâcha want, kid?â

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Tai can't remember the last time he'd felt this nervous. He flirts with confidence, and has usually has absolutely no problem asking people out when he wants to. Something about Ayana made him worry, however. Like there was something substantial to be lost if anything went wrong. He approaches her with hesitence in his steps, the painting he holds behind his back rustling with his shaking hands. "Ayana," he calls to her.â@askChaghatai
The girl turned around, feeling a tad nervous for reasons she couldnât entirely understand. Sheâd been having an internal debate over whether to ask him to prom or not, which was unusual for her to say the least. Normally sheâd just do it without an extra thought but this was different and the 16 years spent in the savanna had done little to prepare her for it. It felt as if she was letting her guards down and it was..weird.
What she knew though was that he was here, carrying a painting.
âIf thatâs an obscene painting of me,â she smirked, raising an eyebrow, âYou may prepare your last wish. Whatâs up?â she asks, eager to see what this was about. She assumed it was related to the painting but it was just a wild guess. Used to deciphering body language, she noticed the unusual hesitance in his steps but decided not to bring it up unless he started.
asksavannahchildâ:
Ayana was stunned. This was the kind of thing she didnât expect coming here, and it made her wonder whether Auradon might have been the worth the trouble. Because Tai was artistic, funny, authentic and he never treated her as if she was too much.Â
She laughs a little at the temporary confusion, but she finds the idea behind the idea magnificent. Sure, it was surprising coming from someone so attached to their art, but she wasnât going to question his intentions.
âYou should start adding poetry on your resume,â she smiled before taking a few steps closer to him. She wished she could have expressed her feelings in a way that went beyond insults, comebacks and occasional shouting. Because the things she felt in that moment went beyond that. No oneâs done this sort of grand gesture for her before, and it never bothered her but she was glad that it started this way.Â
âYou know, most people wouldnât trust me with a lighter, let alone artists. But I always did enjoy risk-takersâ she gave the boy a wink.Â
âReady, set, fire,â she said, before turning the lighter on with a grin and watching the masterpiece turn into something else..
Ayanaâs laughter provides Tai with some much-needed relief, what with his anxious mind imagining multiple different worst-case-scenarios. He smiles as she describes his words as poetry. âI mean, when describing someone who is, herself, poetryâis there really any other way?â
He tenses slightly more as she steps closer, but not as much from fear this time. Like there was something almost electric between them, causing the little hairs across his arms to rise. He takes a step towards her, as well.
âAnd you know I donât mind getting a little burned,â he reciprocates the wink, though heâs almost certain his came out more cheesy than flirty.
The paper, rather than burning into a pile of ash, solidly chars, leaving color in some areas. These areas had come together to form an array of figuresâletters. Words soon appear clearly, in a glassy sheen surrounded by a charred black background.
âCastlecoming. Letâs light it up, shall we?â
{ Tai Shan at the June 2019 Castlecoming }
              iâve spent a lifetime running                  && i always get away                      but, with you iâm feeling                         ( s o m e t h i n g )                     that makes me want to stay
Tai can't remember the last time he'd felt this nervous. He flirts with confidence, and has usually has absolutely no problem asking people out when he wants to. Something about Ayana made him worry, however. Like there was something substantial to be lost if anything went wrong. He approaches her with hesitence in his steps, the painting he holds behind his back rustling with his shaking hands. "Ayana," he calls to her.â@askChaghatai
The girl turned around, feeling a tad nervous for reasons she couldnât entirely understand. Sheâd been having an internal debate over whether to ask him to prom or not, which was unusual for her to say the least. Normally sheâd just do it without an extra thought but this was different and the 16 years spent in the savanna had done little to prepare her for it. It felt as if she was letting her guards down and it was..weird.
What she knew though was that he was here, carrying a painting.
âIf thatâs an obscene painting of me,â she smirked, raising an eyebrow, âYou may prepare your last wish. Whatâs up?â she asks, eager to see what this was about. She assumed it was related to the painting but it was just a wild guess. Used to deciphering body language, she noticed the unusual hesitance in his steps but decided not to bring it up unless he started.
Leave it to Ayana to make a joke that could knock the tension right out of the situation. Well, not completely, but his shoulders do relax and his jaw unclenches as he responds to her comment with a laugh. âIt is a painting. It is of you. I promise, itâs tasteful, but...â he brings the painting in front of him, holding it out to her. âI donât know...thereâs something not quite right about it.â
As he hands it to her, he begins explaining immediately in case she had gotten the impression that he didnât enjoy painting herâhe did. He savoured every line, every brushstroke. âSee, I paint...I paint to capture things. Moments. Musings. Memories. Perceptions and feelings...render them onto a canvasâsomething I could keep or someone could buy offa me.â
âBut, see, it doesnât feel right doing that with you. I donât want to capture you. You canât beâyou shouldnât be. Itâd be like trying to contain a wildfire.â He pauses, knowing that this whole thing is turning into a bit of a ramble, but he just goes where his mind takes him, and heâs got a lot to say. âDestructive as those fires are, without them, forests canât sustain themselves. Thatâs just science, Ayana. Youâre a revitalizing force of nature that cannot, should not, be contained.â Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a lighter and offers it to her.
âI want you to keep burninâ like you do. Light it up,â he finishes, gesturing back to the painting.
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askatremaineâ:
Anthony never understood how âpretty boyâ was meant to demean or undermine him in any way. Tai wouldnât know pretty if it sucker punched him in the face, so it meant even less coming from the artist. It didnât even register to him as flirting, Tai would never use affectionate names with someone if there wasnât something to gain for himself out of it. âTonyâ, however, he took issue with. Is it that hard to say his full name.
âAnthony, baby, Anthony,â He corrected with poison on his tongue. For someone with such a terrible name himself, Tai was in no place to be using nicknames with Anthony. If he was going to invite himself over only to alluded that he wanted to get painting practice in, he would speak with respect in the Tremaine house.
âWhat sort of proposition is that? Iâm supposed to be honored at your offer?â He ran a hand through his hair, correcting his appearance in the broken mirror, âIf youâd like to brush up your tone, Iâd be happy to oblige.â
Tai narrows his eyes at the boy, showing distaste with the word babyânot because heâs against cute pet names, but because baby is what his name actually means and he wonders if Anthony knows this already. âTonyâs cuter. Unless you prefer Ant. âCause Iâd like to call you that, too.â
He groans as Anthony admonishes and demands a better tone from him, though if heâs honest with himself, he finds the boyâs arrogance charming. âOh, my apologies, your highness. If you would be so kind as to allow me the honor of painting a portrait of your immaculate self, I would be forever grateful,â he responds, mockingly, emphasizing it all with a grand bow.

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To really relax herself lately, Jessie had taken to designing her own car parts. Though she wasnât amazing at it, drawing ( along with some math ) was a fun activity to loosen up her spacial awareness and make scale measurements properly. Syr had been acting weird which worried her more than usual, and the truck sheâd been working on was still not starting. Her client would be back for their car at the end of the week and she still couldnât figure out what was wrong with it ( and if she couldnât figure it out, no one could ). Even after replacing the battery, Jessie just needed to take a step back and not think about it.
She hadnât been expecting to take a step back into someone else, âAh!â She clutched her sketchbook close to her chest defensively, âOh, I thought I was alone in here.â
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Tai stumbles back at the girlâs yelp, but manages to catch him before falling. His helmet, howeverânot as lucky. He picks it up off the ground, brushing it off as he peers over at the mechanicâs work. âHey, those drawings are good. A little more detailing and you got yourself solid concept art. Planning on building those?â
He holds his helmet under his arm and continues with what he actually came here for, âJessie, right? We met a while back. You fix motorbikes, by any chance? Iâm having some trouble with mine. Heard youâre good with these kindsa things.â
asklanternlitâ:
Fable starts playing her guitar slowly again without saying anything, but she smirks a little. Sheâd heard the rumors Tai wasnât very nice, kinda wanted to see for herself was the hubbub about him was, âSure, tons of creatives, but which ones are good, yknow?â Sheâd never insult another artist (to their face), but Tai might be the type to. She was just faking a little arrogance, curious to see what heâd say, and decides not to introduce herself as a princess just yet since he doesnât know who she is.
âYes, though, Iâm very new. Donât exactly have the time to go through every kid here to find the best guitar player, gotta make my own,â that was true enough, Fable did prefer to play guitar than listen to someone else play guitar, though she thought itâd get them back on track.
âMe,â Tai responds to her question without hesitance. âI guess thereâs a few around who are at least halfway decent. Some of the better ones left AP a while back,â he adds bitterly. Sure, less competition, but that also means less motivation for him to improve. âThereâs Effieâher specialty is fashion. Eddieâs work is good, too. Canât say much about most other creatives around, though.â
He quirks a brow at the girl; her hubris hadnât sounded authentic. Heâs certain sheâs heard things about him already. âYou know, you donât have to try and be like me to get along with me,â he advises her, almost smugly. Not the first time a person had tried this with him, and heâs certain it wonât be the last. âKeep playing your guitar, though. Youâre good. Weâll work on building you an actual ego later.â