Art Helps Me to Express My Feeling Without Words When I Can't Use Them

Art Helps Me to Express My Feeling Without Words When I Can't Use Them

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄!!!!! What happens when the lonely, delusional, and selectivaly nonverbal visual artist falls in love with their towns locally famous musician and baker? "I saw 𝗛𝗶𝗺 for the first time at Centeral Park about a year ago, and from that moment onwards I was 𝗼𝗯𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 with 𝗛𝗶𝗺. All I could think of was 𝗛𝗶𝗺. 𝗛𝗶𝗺 and 𝙈𝙚. Even to this day, almost all of my pieces have something to do with 𝗵𝗶𝗺. Whether it be a small satchel I made based off his outfits, a sculpture of his guitar, a painting of his cakes in his bakery, or my sketchbook dedicated entirely to drawings of that boy. I don't know why, but just something about 𝗵𝗶𝗺 draws me closer and closer. 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝗺." A fic inspired by the song "Piece of Art" by YusukeKira Clian(Cliccy Kitty) belongs to The Click, and Cameron(Mini Oz) belongs to Oz Media Cover art by me uwu
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After losing everything-your job, your home, and your savings-you find yourself aimlessly driving, searching for something, anything, to hold onto. Days blur together as you stop only to sleep in your car or scrounge for gas with what little money remains. Hope feels like a distant memory until you stumble upon a town seemingly lost in time. This place, shrouded in an eerie, perpetual twilight, is unlike anything you've seen. Towering Victorian Gothic buildings loom over narrow, winding streets, their dark spires piercing the fog-drenched sky. Wrought-iron gates twist into elaborate, almost sentient shapes, and the windows of the towering structures gape like hollow eyes, watching your every move. The cobblestone streets are slick with mist, amplifying each footstep into a hollow echo that feels far too loud in the oppressive stillness. Even the smallest details of the town are unsettlingly intricate. Lampposts adorned with lifelike carvings glow faintly, their light flickering as if alive. The air is thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the faint rustle of the mist and the distant tolling of a bell, marking the passage of time-or perhaps warning of something else entirely. Drawn by equal parts desperation and curiosity, you pull your car to a stop. The town seems to whisper an invitation, tugging at something deep within you. Despite the unease crawling along your spine, you step out, your worn bag slung over your shoulder, and take your first tentative steps into this haunting labyrinth. The town feels alive in a way that shouldn't be possible, and you can't shake the feeling that it's been waiting for you. (Yandere OC'S x gender neutral reader)

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