𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 '𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄
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.
Send "You came." for me to write drabble where where my muse finds themselves in a moment where they feel lost, scared etc, all while eventually noticing that your muse came for them.
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🙶 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? 🙷
i made a playlist both for entertainment & for musing purposes.
if you watch the videos, tell me, which barbie are you?
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what are your character's most prominent physical feature ; i refuse to write just 1 so here u go
eyes : she has cerulean eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue reminiscent of a tranquil ocean on a cloudless day. they possess a clarity that hints at untold secrets kept only by the stationary waters of a pristine lake. flecks of azure and turquoise dancing within the irises, like ripples of light playing upon the water’s surface. but it’s not the color that makes them remarkable; it’s the soulful depth within them. they hold stories untold, emotions unspoken and dreams yet to be realized. when those ceruleans eyes meet another’s, it’s as if they could pierce through the facade and lay bare the very essence of one’s being, an invitation to share the profound beauty and the utter ugliness in the world.
ever heard of the saying eyes are the windows to one’s soul? that’s right, i’m using that cliche to describe barbie. why you may ask. well, you see, since barbie’s job is acting, she focuses on selling a message with her eyes. whether or not she’s sad or happy or thrilled or in agony, you name the emotion. it’s important to note that, since her eyes are in the brighter spectrum, pupil dilation becomes more prominent, which can easily showcase how she truly feels. at least for the stronger emotions, in which pupils dilate. to be more cliche, think about falling in love or being angry. you can spot the truth in the pupil dilation.
hair : she has blonde hair, its hue reminiscent of gilded silk. from the root to the tips, strands of sun-kissed blonde wove the memories of summer sunrises, where golden tendrils glistened like morning dew, with hints of platinum that reflect in the sunlight. the texture smooth as the finest silk, yet soft as a whispered promise. each strand cascading down her shoulders with a luxurious embrace. she wears it in loose waves that tumbles down with effortless grace or in a half up half down manner, adorned with a silk ribbon that weaves its way through her hair. but do not be fooled by this appearance, for it is artificial. her natural hair, a light chestnut brown in stark contrast to the golden silk she currently presents the world.
to be honest with you, my main source for the dyed hair and why it is important to me comes from batman the animated series. to quote harley quinn, you thought i was just another bubble-headed blond bimbo! well, the joke's on you, ‘cause i’m not even a real blonde. that, to me, screams barbie. also, marilyn monroe is a big inspiration to both barbie and i! hence why she’d want to look like marilyn by dying her hair blonde, basically walking into marilyn steps as she too dyed her hair, only that from red to blonde.
was this soul crushing sentiment what heartbreak felt like? the questions pops up for only a brief moment before flashes of ken blinded her view — he was the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friend, the perfect anything anyone could ask for. and now, she has lost him. she enters veronica's house, wandering aimlessly inside, having little to no idea whether or not she wants to sit down. everything in her being urged her not to, she had to stay alert, to move around, maybe then she'd tire herself enough to not feel feelings anymore. " it's over! " she bawled, throwing her hands in the air ; barbie didn't know whether or not to wipe away the stream coming from her eyes, cover her face or succumb to the agony sprung from within. " i - i don't know how to be anything without him, vee. like – i understand i may have neglected him lately but i would've tried changing that. and now i'm afraid it's too late. " cue the desperate, unavoidable sobbing that passes rose rouged lips. " what am i gonna do? " hands fluttered once more, seeking refuge in the folds of her dress, only to emerge again to wipe away the constant stream of tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. with each erratic movement, her arms embraced the air around her ( despite being suffocating at this time ) , as if reaching out for a love that was no longer there, aching to hold onto what was now lost.
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