when you see one of your mutuals reblog a meme... SEND THEM ONE. are they a new mutual you've never written with, and you're a little intimidated by them? are they a longtime mutual, and you worry you might be bothering them by sending more memes? SEND MEMES ANYWAY. start interactions! get excited! send a few different options for multiple different scenarios! if you want your dash to interact with you, you have to start interacting with your dash, too. send those memes and get those new plots started! you never know what amazing things will happen!
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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.
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.
this barbie's on mobile and available on discord if you wanna yell about anything, movie wise && plot wise : ronniekins
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