there were about a million reasons why barbieland was far superior to the real world; and yet, this barbie too wondered about the world beyond those pink plastic walls. she wasn’t smiling anymore, instead, she took all the information allan was giving her in, nodding her head ever so slightly. " i get it, " she’s quick to affirm and support her friend, though her own mind has been subjugated to peculiar thoughts lately. she wasn’t even phased anymore about the language used by other dolls, it became a habit for such words to be uttered with nonchalance. " but you’re not alone, allan. i think we’re all broken or sick or … " there’s a pause, in which she tries to find the appropriate term ; it was easy to feel the feeling, but not so much to explain it, it seems. " we are simply becoming something else. i don’t think we were meant to stay the same. nothing is. just because we take the same route everyday doesn’t mean it’s supposed to be the same. i’ve noticed recently more dolls seem to have problems with their schedules and everything. but that’s okay. " it wasn’t, because she doesn’t know why that happens, only that she accepts it. but there’s a small flicker for knowledge, a hunger that no pancake could fix. " i think we should take a trip into the real world and see where the journey will take us. we can conduct, as scientist barbie said, an experiment. and, if the conclusions are good for us, maybe the others can join. "
b4rbieroberts asked: 🙶 do you really want to leave barbieland? 🙷 / sidenote but i think allanland should be a thing. i'm just saying....
" YES. " did he say that a bit too quickly ? there's a lot there.
a sigh. he sits down next to barbie , looking out at the painted pink sky. " i mean , i feel like i'd be lost .. but when ken came back , he seemed like a completely new person. i wanna feel like i belong. you've always been nice to me though , barbie. i just .. i'm just so gosh darn confused ! " he threw the d word in there. surely if the other barbie's would hear such a phrase uttered , they'd be disgusted. but he wants to be real with barbie. REALLY REALLY REAL. like , not plastic.
" i think about dying a lot. "
i am ashamed to admit that i , as an adult that can legally drink anywhere in the world , have found barbie horse adventure riding camp and played it for 3h straight . the graphics back in the day were something else istg , but after 3h of continuously playing , i can guarantee it seemed very similar to the last of us . but playing this reminded me of the games i abandoned on steam like phasmophobia or inside the backrooms or even dead by daylight which i suck at . that being said , if anyone ever wants to play any of these games , or hell , even some league of legends , hmu ! you were all doomed to be not only mutuals but friends , which by default is giving you the green flag for doing stuff occ like playing games and watching stuff .
🙶 this is wrong, 🙷 for once in her life, barbie was sentient & aware of what was happening, despite not being capable of wording it out. head falls into a tilt, the picture perfect smile upon her lips starting to dissipate into nothingness. 🙶 like, one moment i was at this party and now i ended up in … 🙷 a pause, ceruleans examining the surroundings. it was so so strange, as if she hopped into another universe altogether. 🙶 here. 🙷 she mused, arms now crossed against her chest. 🙶 whaaat is happening? 🙷
what does your blood taste like ? — melted dark chocolate
your blood tastes like melted dark chocolate. prominent flavors: mildly sweet, with a refined amount of bitterness.
stolen from: the vampire bestie @cowg1rls tagging: keep the thievery going & tag me bc i want to explore vampire!barbie too and this is vital information wink wink
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describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. was it good? bad? were they spoiled rotten, ignored? do they still get along now, or no?
as a doll, barbie doesn’t have a mother or a father, she just has… an owner. it could be a little girl or a little boy, it could be an adult, a collector, even you. do you know where your barbie dolls are currently? in a private verse with @chaoticjoke it’s stated that joker’s the owner and from barbie’s perspective, she’s delighted. it makes sense he would be her owner since he has a dramatic flair and a knack for improvising. that being said, her relationship with her owner, no matter who it is, is all good. even when she’s ignored, tossed aside and forgotten. she deems her human as good and perfect for her. she doesn’t have a moral compass — she knows some stuff, but that doesn’t cover the tip of the iceberg that is humanity (and its fuckedup-ness) — therefore she will accept about anything and believe if someone, especially her owner, says that something is right, even if it’s socially accepted as wrong / deviant, you name it.
as a human, barbie was (and still is) a spoiled brat, dearly loved by her parents. she’s the oldest among five siblings and you guessed it, she loves them too. meanwhile there was no difference in the way the parents treated their children, barbie did always wonder whether or not she was enough. this jealousy plays a huge role in her path towards stardom, which was a way of showing off, or better said, standing out among her siblings. but she didn’t hold grudges with her siblings, it was their parents that she had mixed feelings about. anytime she got off filming, she would visit her siblings and spend quality time with them. to put it in other, simpler words : barbie had a great relationship with both her mother and father, she was spoiled and they still get along. and also, she’s got the oldest child syndrome. it’s important to note that outside barbieworld, she’s a flawed human with obsessions, needs etc.
when curiosity doesn't kill you, other external factors will work on that. this barbie was supposed to end up in california, to fix the problem, but little did she knew before she embarked on this suicide mission that nothing will go according to plan. weird barbie explicitly told her : drive the car, row the boat, fly the rocket, ride the bike, drive the van, ride a snowmobile and finally rollerskate into the real world. pretty simple, actually. in theory, that is. alas, at some point when she was driving the van, earth quacked beneath her, though she mistaken it for a van problem – that was seismology barbie's field of expertise, not hers. she was just actress barbie. in just a few seconds, she landed on the pavement, knees scratched at impact. as soon as she batted her lashes to see the real world, anguish takes over barbie's frame as she watches in horror at what the real world looks like.
there's thick smoke surrounding the area and somewhere not too far in the distance something seemed to burn. everything seemed to stay still : time, nature, even the doll. she doesn't know how to react at first, therefore she takes a few to take in all that she sees and feels and experiences. the real world is an odd place, she thinks to herself, maybe that's why i had to come here. that thought alone leaves shivers down her spine, knowing all too well she wasn't some superhero ; she was just actress barbie. her only role in the world was to inspire little girls that they can become actresses too. she can't save the world. not if it's set ablaze anyway. the picture perfect smile upon her countenance begins to fade as a sentiment started to dig at her chest – must've been the scorching fire nearby reacting with the plastic. another thing to worry about. but barbie can't just give up, she hasn't even tried to do anything yet. she was stuck there, in the middle of nowhere, with no other living being in sight, scared at what she was seeing. if that was a movie set, it surely was realistic.
taking a deep breath – and quickly coughing it back out –, barbie finally moves from where she initially landed. one step after another, glancing all around her. she was looking for someone (anyone) that could help clear things out for her. she's not yet aware that she hasn't completed all the easy steps weird barbie has told her ; hopefully, she'll get there, at some point. and she walks, dragging her plastic frame forward, away from the source of warmth. she's glancing around the houses, but all lights are cut out – the residents must be sleeping, she can't disrupt them. and she walks. it's been for maybe half an hour, though it felt like forever and more to barbie, until she finally landed her eyes upon someone in the distance. she jogs towards the silhouette, hope twinkling inside.
" hi there, can you tell me what happened? " ask and the answer shall come – or wait, because ken will always show up to the rescue. though this wasn't barbieland. and ken didn't join her. she shakes her head, trying to brush off that dreadful thought – that she's alone and she might never find her way back home – with a slight smile upon her visage to @shadowedvales. " because this world seems like it's falling apart. and if that's the case, tell me what can i do to save it. " she's confident in her illusions, but she has to start somewhere. losing all hope would be like admitting defeat before even trying.
KENNETH CARSON [ PLAYED BY @story1ines ] : you can't do all of this by yourself.
if there's one thing that characterizes this barbie is her utter, shameless defiance. the urge to oppose ken sitting on the tip of her tongue. yet, a smile tugs on freshly rouged lips, melodic chuckle reverberating. meanwhile the outcome was imprevisible, barbie would've tried relentlessly — until all attempts failed before her. batted eyelashes flicker towards him, as she's made the final decision. " you're so right, ken. i don't know what would i do without you! " she uttered, straightening her posture. barbie knew she could carry her pastel colored baggages to her car, but it was only fair to give ken a chance to help her ; it was all about manners, right? barbies, though entirely capable of doing anything they set their mind to, allowed kens to feel relied on. it was how it has always been. some unwritten rule in their bright, pink world.
twirling on her heels, barbie turned towards ken and leaned on to give him a peck on his cheek before quickly pulling away and wipe the stain she'd left. though macabre thoughts have taken a toll on her psyche, nothing could obliterate her very core — her appreciation for those in barbieland. " you can grab the bigger one and i carry the purses. is that okay? " she queried, glancing back and forth between the baggages and ken. oh no! cue the heavy sentiment weighing on her chest as she began second guessing her decision to venture into the real world. she had every reason to follow through, but something was keeping her back ; perhaps it was ken's kindness or the thought of not seeing midge or the other barbies for a long time. she shakes her head, trying to brush off this idea. though it is the wrong choice, as it becomes heavier with each passing second. " i'm just so excited to see what's out there! do you think i have what i need? " a lie well performed — after all, there's a reason she was actress barbie.
his words like whipped cream on top of waffles ⸻ to say barbie was content with joker would be an understatement. that bat man clearly didn't know joker like she did. and what a pity that is! all worries fade from her visage when their hands intertwined, pearly whites bared at him. ❝ i know, i know, ❞ a pause commences, in which she shook her head to sway the few strands that blocked her vision, ❝ but for a moment there, i totally doubted my thoughts. it was like when we first met! ❞ she mused, losing track of reality as her mind was too preoccupied to remember their first encounter. barbie was hopeless and full of flaws she never even knew existed. that was, until she crossed paths with the joker. someone who acknowledged her as a doll that was perfectly perfect, at least that's what barbie thinks anyway.
another shook of the head as she returns to the real world, cerulean optics carefully watching his other hand. when he revealed the new toy, her entire demeanor lit up. a bright, hollywood - worthy smile spread upon her visage, her gaze growing wider. ❝ for me? ❞ a squeal of excitement passing glossed lips as she reached for the gun. and just like a kid would, she snatched it from his grip in an instant, bringing it closer to her face. albeit still learning the ways of the real world, barbie couldn't help the curiosity that bloomed within her living body (although that remains unknown, it's best dolls remain unaware of such thing) ⸻ she inspected it closely, first the left side, then the right side and ultimately, she ended up pointing the barrel into the only eye she had open.
❝ i know what this is, ❞ a gun, that was easy for barbie, ❝ we had guns in barbieland as well! i learned how to maneuver one on the set once, but it was a prop. i know it was because this is wayyyyy heavier than the one i had. ❞ with a swift motion, she pointed the gun towards the ceiling, trying to press the trigger. but nothing happened, ❝ is it broken? i press the thing but it doesn't work. ❞ another quick glance at her beloved gift before she cautiously pointed it downward, returning the gun. ❝ would you fix it for me? i love it and i know the next time i come across the bat person i will scare him until i get my answers. ❞