Arrowmoose

Just a guy who's into everything artsy. 19 | He/Him Insta: @Arrowmoose Twitter (inactive): @Arrowmoose

[arrowmoose]

꧁༒༺ 𝕿𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖗 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔 ༻༒꧂

[REVAMPED]

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕖:

Hey there! Moose or Gabe is fine with me, and my pronouns are he/him. I’m a 19 year old invested in way too many fandoms and have way too many hobbies I take seriously. I haven’t been too active on here anymore, but that doesn’t mean I don’t pop in every now and then, so don’t hesitate to reach out if you think we’d get along!

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕪 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤:

I am currently working on three stories, two which I have introduced to my tumblr. Two of them are novels/books, one of them is a comic/graphic novel. Aside from my writing projects, I also post/do a lot of art, OC stuff, and am very musically inclined. I have many story ideas as well that I hope to act on in the future when I become a director and screenwriter. Below are links to my other socials. :)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/312zqgmvlvdwzkju4urlo4pd27ne?si=-LZ19cIBRp2D60h3mTTujw

Insta: https://www.instagram.com/arrowmoose?igsh=Y21mZWV5dG5kYmt3&utm_source=qr

TikTok (inactive): https://www.tiktok.com/@arrowmoose_?_t=ZP-90OWPuT24bP&_r=1

Twitter (inactive): https://x.com/arrowmoose_?s=11

Discord: 7dogdays (tell me who you are first via DM)

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 (𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕):

prologue (𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍)

excerpt-1 (𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍)

Rating OC Headcanons (𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎)

OC Questionnaire (Aito) (𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎)

OC Ask (Alfie)

OC Lore Writing Excerpt (Aito)

Last Line (𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍) (𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎)

Original Movie Scene

OC Writing Excerpt (Aito’s Diary)

ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖

“Lover” | “Whisper” | “My Life” | “V” | “Metamorphosis”

𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤:

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 #𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 #𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 #𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙰𝙼. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙!

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 :)

[arrowmoose]

A brain dump about dogs

I love the representation of dogs. I don’t feel like a puppy—I feel closer to a dog. A “damn dog”. A dumb dog. A lazy dog. A beloved dog. An old dog who still learns new tricks. A loyal dog, no matter how many times I’ve been disappointed and let down. A dog that always comes crawling back for approval and reassurance. A kicked dog. A dog begging for scraps. A dog that warms up eventually and loves someone immensely. A dog with its tail tucked between its legs. A dog that sprains its tail from wagging too much. A dog that gets beaten for accidentally biting someone. A dog that gets praised for crunching a neck.

I don’t want this to be interpreted sexually or as me being a furry—it’s none of that. It’s the fact that dogs represent so much in our society and I can’t express enough how much I love those representations—especially the ones about loyalty and the unending commitment they possess; especially the ones that represent how pathetically dependent they truly are.

As a person who’s grown up with dogs throughout their life, I can’t express my love for them. I love all their different personalities and how their pasts affect their futures (miss you Molly <3), and how underneath everything—no matter how much they’ve been through—they always *need* a person. They need a companion—they *want* to be a companion. They *want* to sit next to a person and obey and be good. And I have so much respect for these animals because of it.

I love how my dog looks at me. I’ve never met any other dog that stares at people like she does; with so much love, so much devotion. And she stares for so long, too. It *humbles* me. We don’t deserve these creatures truly.

[arrowmoose]

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

Despite not being too active on here anymore, I still appreciate everyone who has stuck around and the community I was introduced to as someone who had never had social media before. I’ve grown as a person this past year, and even though there were of course ups and downs, ultimately I’m happy with how this year has gone and wouldn’t have it any other way :) cheers to another great year!

[arrowmoose]

Don’t ever let me near Pinterest again

Also expect an art dump very soon and general life update things 🫡

[arrowmoose]

Anyone up for some Regretevator fanart?

Pest needs to stop stealing my coins 🥀

[arrowmoose]

Hi sorry for the inactivity here’s a painting that almost made me want to break something 😃

General info:

Took about 6 hours over the span of 2 days

Digital

One layer (besides signature layer)

Mainly one brush

Only black and white

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Aaaaanyways, you can find me on insta and tiktok, I’m only slightly more active on there but it’s fine 💀

Bye now 🫡

[ultimateclowner]

Sometimes my friend just types "smiles" and it freaked me out the first few times because this is what I imagined.

Here's a little gift for anyone that comes across it :3

[takeme2urleadr]

Tumblr post

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Angry reblog that hasn't read the post

[arrowmoose]

Random reblog that has nothing to do with the original post

[arrowmoose]

Wrote a song not too long ago, but I’m kinda on the fence about it because I’m afraid it’s too “folkish”…whatever, here it is 👇 (any feedback would be nice)

“Hollow Be”

(Hollow be)

(Hollow, hollow be inside)

The floorboards creak

Truths untold, tongues of old

Forgotten, forgotten

The heart speaks

Louder than you, crying anew

“It’s fallen, it’s fallen” (further)

Down, oh down

The lover inside

Has been blinded, and lamed

Trialed and tried

No longer to be, no longer to blame

Hollow be

Hollow, hollow be inside

Hollow be

Hollow, hollow be inside

Save your breath

You are scorned, lo and behold

A martyr, a martyr

And your death

Will be mourned, but I know

You scarper, o Barker

Down, oh down

The lover inside

Has been blinded and lamed

Loved and denied

No longer to be, no longer the same!

Hollow be

Hollow, hollow be inside

Hollow be

Hollow, hollow be inside

Wallow, o victim

Leave all your visions

Have not a thought

You’re not what you wrought!

Oh hollow

Hollow, hollow be inside

(Hallow, oh hallow to the

(One who has yet to

(Outrun all the lies

(And all the whispers

(And listen to the

(Sisters when they say)

(x3)

Hollow

Hollow, hollow be

Hollow

Oh hollow, oh hollow

Hollow be inside

[arrowmoose]

Unfinished WIP Dump

Honestly kinda wanna continue the Aito one (the first one) but yeh, this is just an art dump of stuff I’ll probably never finish lol

**The only character that’s not mine is Clemmie (goat mask), they belong to @/Yaelokre

[arrowmoose]

Posting this here so a very niche group of people can argue with me:

My No Phun Intended ranking:

1. Drown

2. Save

3. Hear Me Now

4. Tonight

5. Hole In the Ground

6. Just Like Yesterday

7. Trees

8. Blasphemy

9. Taco Bell Saga

10. Never Change

11. Taken By Sleep

12. I Want to Know

13. I’m a Goner

14. Where Did We Go

15. Prove Me Wrong

16. Whisper

17. Falling Too

18. Realize That It’s Gone

19. Chords (can’t really rank it since it’s missing…)

(This is an invitation to interact btw)

[arrowmoose]

Had a new DnD campaign with my friends yesterday, meet Mordecai! A Harengon Ranger who has no rizz and can jump literally 150 ft in the air

His twin sister is gonna be in today’s campaign ;D

[arrowmoose]

Aito’s Diary — Excerpt

An excerpt from an experimental writing I’m working on. Told through Aito’s POV. Any feedback would be great :)

Time is nothing to me.

I do not deny his existence by any means, for he has proven himself very real throughout my (admittedly miserable) life; I only express that Time has no hold on me. Our relationship is distorted beyond comprehension. He is disconcerted—perhaps even frustrated—of me, and I feel an exhaustive clash of pity and disdain for him.

How upsetting it must be for there to be a ripple in your immaculate, careful work that you cannot smooth. How insolent I must be, disturbing his quiet service.

Despite all this, however, our relationship remains intimate. I have appreciation for him that no other mortal does. (I say “mortal” loosely, for even I myself am not sure of what I am anymore. Whatever it is, I feel no connection to it.) He finds me fascinating; his gentle hand cannot mold me physically, but he gifts me with knowledge that I can only describe as torturously heavy. Still, I accept all that he gives without cavil. I cherish it even; the blessing of wisdom is priceless.

But it is isolating.

No longer am I able to subject myself to humankind unless I bury myself to their level. It is a feeling more shameful than humbling. A barrier resides between me and these blissful dolts, one that I would give anything to destroy.

Would I trade my precious knowledge? All that benevolent Time has bestowed upon me? Would I trade the wisdom of the world and the trust of Time for my own hedonistic and desperate desires?

I do not wish to answer.

I do not have an answer.

If I am still mortal, then forgive me both God and Time; I am ignorant of my own power, and a slave to my selfish humanity.

[arrowmoose]

reblogging this because this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written and I need inspo

[mewfromshadows]

Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself

[arrowmoose]

helloooo

hello hello there stranger :V

[nalahoney]

[arrowmoose]

Drew this originally for a friend asking for help, thought it might be helpful here too :P