#tabersnack

[ryry-artblog]

@taberdoodle's Venus Rayne the cutest character ever

[citricrain]

Do You Want a Glass of Pink Lemonade?

(These hands have sinned.....

@ask-the-fnaf-nightguards Here you go.

@taberdoodle Because you like this version of Jeremy.

Eat a fucking snickers, Jeremy)

[victor-volt-art-blog]

i miss you.

@taberdoodle

As much as you told me that I need to find more friends in school, I’ve found that all of these friends i have made, they lack a quality that you had. They don’t feel like real friends. You felt like the one real friend I had. Sure, we didn’t talk much, and once your AU got seen you got so popular.. And sure, you have 2k+ followers now and that’s probably so much for you. you’ve got great friends on Tumblr and around the world much like I do, except you’ve got a whole fandom for your stuff too. I’ve got friends too, and being as recognized as you is probably not my cup of tea… but…

oh who am I fooling? You’ve got so much going for you. I’m just sitting here crying because i’m not good enough in my mind, despite also knowing damn well that i AM good, that i CAN do these great things that you do if I just fucking try…

But that’s just it. I’m not trying.

Time and time again, I try my best. But my best isn’t good enough it seems. I suppose that’s just how life goes. And really, I’m happy for you. I’m inspired by you.

And yet.. I’m also mad at myself. Mad that I couldn’t take your advice. Mad that I still want to cling to you, despite nearing my second semester of sophomore year.

Last year, I was just a freshman, unsure of anything that was going on. I had just moved to town not even a month before school started. We met over a stupid Markiplier tattoo I put on my leg. Since then, I knew there was something that had set me apart. Sure, I was a freshman…

But I was your freshman. You helped me through so much, and you held me through at least two breakdowns, and you put up with me and my stupid attempts to make you draw Miracle, and you gave me good advice, things i did my best to take to heart.

I’ll understand if you want to move on, i just wanted to get all of this off of my chest once and for all, so that I can look at your blog again, and be inspired without bursting into tears every time I think of our time. Sure, you were years older than me, and I was just a lonely kid looking for a friend, but I was glad I found someone who was like me. Someone I could trust. Now all I have is a pack of freshman that follow me home, a now-senior who once stalked me, some girl who keeps me around because i owe her money, and someone who is such a pretentious dinkus that i’m half-glad he’s moving but also half-upset because he was still more like me than the others.

I’m glad I have Skype and the school wifi, and even though i’ve tried, the only people that seem to be willing to be my friend are those i have nothing in common with, or people that just… creep me out.

I miss you.

–Your Sophomore

[rorithecat-blog]

So let's get started looking at my crappy drawings, eh?

'Allo I am Rori, I may be young, but I already know art is going to be my profession. I do a mix of art, mostly Fnaf, but I still draw other stuff. I enjoy tabersnack, dasabooty, and ask pg x pg. They inspire me to go onwards.(;u;)/

[sageblackrose95]

Can we all try this plz……for everyone’s health…….and safety………..

[citricrain]

It's My Birthday Apparently!

((Um... Hey! This is my fan fiction... Written by me... Please excuse any miss-spelled words or grammar mistakes. I tried to make it as accurate as possible. The Second Chance AU belongs to taberdoodle. I may have made some things not exactly correct but I didn't make the AU 😅 I hope you like it!)) "Surprise!" The group of five yelled simultaneously, throwing their arms in the air. Scott jumped back in surprise. He didn't understand why everyone was in his apartment screaming at the top of their lungs like a bunch of loonies. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, glancing over at the clock. It was 9:23am. Scott looked back at his friends, Jeremy, Mike, Doll, Fritz and Vincent. "Why the fuck did you all wake me up so early?" Scott asked sleepily. Everyone's smile faded and they lowered their arms, "Scott... Don't you know what day it is?" Vincent asked. Scott tilted his head, shaking it slightly. Mike rolled his eyes and walked over to the calendar on the wall. He lifted it off the light grey surface and pulled it closer, pointing at the date. "The... 29th of May..." Scott mumbled, still half asleep. His eyes widened and his voice grew louder. "The 29th of May... The 29th of May! It's my birthday!" Scott said, fully awake now after the realisation. Everyone smiled again, "You Finally realised." Mike said sarcastically. Scott rolled his eyes at the typical rudeness of his cynical friend. Scott looked up noticed the decorations. There were banners and balloons all over the place. "Wow," Scott said walking over to Mike, "You guys really outdid yourselves!" "It was mostly Jeremy. He tries to make birthdays the best thing possible." Mike said shrugging. Scott looked over at Jeremy, who was being dragged away from the emergency bowl of lemons by Fritz. That silly kid! Scott couldn't help but find him cute. Then again, who didn't? Scott could name one person, but he wasn't going to think too much into it. The party had officially started and everyone was messing around. Vincent snuck up behind Scott and dumbed a party hat on his head. "Hello there, you forgetful lil' shit." Vincent laughed. Scott turned and raised an eyebrow though he couldn't help but laugh along with his friend. "I got you something." Mike said, walking over to Scott with an amused look on his face and handing him a round shape covered in blue and red, spotted wrapping paper with a purple ribbon on top. Scott took it cautiously, "Uh... Thanks Mike..." The man said, carefully untying the ribbon. He took off the wrapping paper slowly. A little yellow ear popped out from inside. Scott took off the paper completely and his eyes widened. A Golden Freddy plushy sat in his hands. He was a little shocked and at the same time confused as to how the twenty-six year old could have obtained such an old thing. He shrugged it off, maybe Doll made it? Who knows. Mike had gone into another room, still looking slightly amused. Maybe he thought Scott was going to be scared? Scott shrugged it off, he was just being... Well... Mike. The rest of the day went fine. After everyone except Vincent had said goodbye and left, Scott sat down. Vincent sat next to him and smiled, "That was fun! Happy Birthday Scott." "Thanks, Vincent." Scott replied. Scott looked up at the plushy which was on the arm of the couch. He swear he saw it move... Oh well, he would worry about that another time. He was just going to enjoy the rest of this day and nothing was going to get in the way of that.

[citricrain]

I'm sorry I had to... I have way too much free time Art belongs to: taberdoodle secondchancescotty lookie

[jefferywoods12]

improved sketches

will be uploaded once i freaking find them sorry XD