stay sweet

taffyta muttonfudge, 17, not staying sweet

[xoxotaffy]

i'm going to bed now! goodnight. you can ask for my kik via inbox and we can plot.

[dot--lucas-blog-blog]

I’m the fake? Really? How am I fake? I’m not going to trust you, because you’re wrong. 

[xoxotaffy]

Who the hell changes their name from Darcy to Dot? Like what the hell is wrong with you? Really now? You'll see about that.

[xoxotaffy]

i've been having a really shitty couple few days, so excuse taffy for her attitude. plus, she is a bitch anyway. 

but if anyone wants to plot, go ahead and inbox me. :)

[dot--lucas-blog-blog]

You don’t intimidate me. You’re all words, Taffyta. Not once have you actually done anything to me. 

[xoxotaffy]

Just you wait. You're basically a fake. Pretty soon, Francis will come to his senses about you. Trust me.

[dot--lucas-blog-blog]

And you think I’m gonna listen?

[xoxotaffy]

Just shut up already, honestly. This is why most people don't like you! You're constantly annoying and you don't stop. You're going to get what's coming to you. 

[adoringpearl-blog]

Shit. That means I’m supposed to know you, and I don’t.

[xoxotaffy]

Oh, really now? I don't know who you are either, so whatever. Taffyta Muttonfudge. My parents are really famous. Like really famous.

[nightmares-queen]

-Oogie chuckled- I wouldn’t say everyone’s missed you, sweetheart.

[xoxotaffy]

That's nice, that's nice. I don't think that I care if you missed me or not. Who are you, even?  

[jack-jackparrr-blog]

You left so abruptly!

[xoxotaffy]

I know, but I had to. 

[little-glitch-archive]

Oh well.

[xoxotaffy]

You can walk away now, Glitch.

[dot--lucas-blog-blog]

Just when this place was starting to get fun you had to return. 

[xoxotaffy]

Aw, how unfortunate for you. It's not like that I actually want to talk to you, though, so you can leave now.

[pelekaish-deactivated20180802]

No. No. No. No. Not you again. 

[xoxotaffy]

Aw, poor muffin. You think that my whole life is about tormenting you?

[drinking-whiskey-and-rye]

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and how in the world can the words that I said / send somebody so over the edge / that they’d write me a letter, sayin’ that I better / shut up and sing or my life will be over

[little-glitch-archive]

I didn’t think you were g-gonna hear me.

[xoxotaffy]

Well, I'm not deaf.

[little-glitch-archive]

Who said I was t-talking to you?

[xoxotaffy]

Who else would you be talking to? You answered me, didn't you?

[little-glitch-archive]

No one asked, but I’m still a-allowed to say it.

[xoxotaffy]

Don't make me laugh. Who says that you're allowed to talk to me?

[little-glitch-archive]

No one w-wants that.

[xoxotaffy]

Shut up, Glitch. Nobody asked for your opinion.

[xoxotaffy]

and I've decided on why Taffyta's disappearances so much. whoops.