Bahrbae - 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘦

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

ready  ,    set  ,    action    from    here

"  alright,  "    she  doesn't  think  twice  before  entering  his  pink  jeep  ;  it  takes  her  a  moment  though  to  realize  something  was  off.  and  her  demeanor  switches  in  an  instant.  she  shifts  ever  so  slightly  in  her  seat,  to  face  @setkenoff  –  she  doesn't  understand  what's  happening,  but  she  wants  to  help  him.  or  hear  him  out,  whatever  it  is  that  he  desires.  "  it's  okay,  ken.  you'll  be  okay.  what  are  you  feeling?  "

Assorted Protective Lovers Sentence Starter

You think I am stopping you because I don’t think your capable? You being capable is the problem.”

“You mean more to me than my next breath. there was no ask.”

“Choosing love and war are both honorable choices.”

You are injured. I will murder you if you get up and than bring you back to life to murder you again. I love you.”

“I could fight ghosts themselves and not flinch if only to see you whole.”

“Love doesn’t need reason.”

“Love doesn’t see reason.”

“I’d yell now that we are alive though you clearly don’t listen to me.”

“Are you going to be the one to stop me? because I know what I am going to do, I just need to know who is going to try and stop me.”

“This world needs you far more than me.”

“Regardless of title or standing, I will fight and die for you or at your side.”

Look just because I am capable of protecting you, doesn’t mean you have to need it so much?”

“Wasn’t sure if I should yell at you or kiss you for getting yourself into this?’

“Love means we are a team. if we are going into danger, it is together since I doubt you like the macho role.”

“Of course, walk towards the danger because you have a human shield.”

“I’m not trying to control you. I am trying to keep you safe.”

“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”

“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch her/him!”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”

“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”

“The stepping stool is unecessary.”

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”

“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”

“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.” “I’m gonna protect you.”

“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”

“Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”

“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”

“She/He isn’t an object.”

“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”

“You don’t know anything about her/him!”

“What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

“Wait, let me walk you home.”

“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”

“It’s dangerous.

“I’m worried about you.”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”

“I’ll go see what the noise was.”

“Stay on the phone with me.”

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”

“He/She did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.” “Stay behind me.”

“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”

“I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

Let me make it clear:

If We Ship Together? You can throw starters and asks at my muse(s) anytime. Bombard me in IMs with headcanons and aesthetics. You don't need to ask my permission. Oh, and by the by, my little chickadee? Have fun shaking me off your blog if we ship it hardcore, together.

See you in hell 💋💋💋 ...jk ilu

every  cloud  has  a  silver  lining  ;  but  there’s  still  hope,  even  in  the  strangest  of  circumstances,  coming  from  the  uttermost  unexpected  individuals.  for  a  moment  there,  all  hope  seemingly  dimmed  into  nothingness,  overshadowed  by  the  fear  of  not  attaining  her  goal.  it  was,  after  all,  beyond  barbie’s  subjectiveness  since  all  barbielanders’  lives  could  be  at  stake.  as  soon  as  he  responded,  relief  comes  washing  over  her,  a  burden  no  longer  weighing  on  her  shoulders  –  and  she  finally  exhales  the  air  that  was  chocking  her  just  a  few  moments  ago.  he  was  also  so  kind  to  have  noticed  she  was  a  doll!  therefore,  the  chain  reaction  of  sheer  kindness  pulls  at  the  rims  of  her  rosy  lips,  her  smile  growing  wider  in  return.

❝  oh,  wow,  thank  you!  that’s  seriously  amazing  of  you  to  help  me  out,  i  really  appreciate  it!  ❞  ceruleans  flickered  to  look  at  him  properly  –  after  all,  he  was  the  savior  she  needed  in  this  time  of  crisis.  and  she  notices  the  eccentric  makeup  upon  his  visage  in  a  quick  but  meticulous  scan.  the  bright  smile  stayed  still,  as  if  engraved  on  her  own  countenance  ;  what  a  time  to  be  a  plastic  doll,  right?  barbie  shifts  her  position  to  stay  beside  him  –  a  showcase  of  equality  and  amity  intertwined.  ❝  i  love  your  makeup,  by  the  way!  you  know,  when  i  was  still  studying  to  become  an  actress  in  the  theater,  i  used  to  go  beyond  the  lines  i’ve  been  given.  kinda  like  your  makeup.  it  was  bold,  but  it  got  me  the  role.  are  you  also  a  performer?  maybe  we  can  play  together  sometime.  ❞

innocence  envelops  her  body  and  it  leaves  with  the  words  she  has  spoken.  despite  hearing  stories,  this  barbie  doesn’t  know  much  about  the  real  world.  sure,  she  has  learnt  scripts  by  heart  and  she  poured  out  emotions  she  doesn’t  naturally  feel  –  and  all  for  the  cameras.  despite  her  notoriety,  barbie  was  only  a  doll.  she  was  manufactured  to  be  kind  and  friendly  and  definitely  not  aware  by  the  reality.  she  was  made  to  give  little  girls  hope  –  and  to  be  played  by  little  girls.  her  knowledge  didn’t  expand  much  further  than  what  a  kid  knows.  there  was  kindness  and  recklessness  and  happiness  and  also  politeness.  cue  the  alarm  that  rings  in  her  mind,  and  she’s  quick  to  follow  up,  ❝  i’m  sorry,  i  completely  forgot  about  introductions.  i’m  barbie!  and  you  are?  ❞

He didn't believe in coincidences.

The thought sent him back to one of his recent bank heists. A very busy day, lots of customers. The whole operation went smoothly, none of the hostages acting foolishly brave, nothing remarkable. Except one thing. The girl looking at him with those enormously big blue eyes. She didn't look scared of him like most kids would. Her gaze was full of sheer curiosity that was impossible to miss in the whimpering crowd. He stopped right in front of the girl crouching a little to her level making her mother scream and pull her daughter closer to her chest. The little girl, though, gave him her most charming smile, a smile that was missing a baby tooth, but pretty nonetheless, and lifted her arms to give him her most prized possession - a Barbie doll.

He mouthed "For me?" and solemnly accepted the gift, throwing the doll in his blue duffel bag on top of the money bills and a couple of guns. In return, he fished a shabby-looking potato peeler out of his pocket and slapped it into the girls tiny hands. "For potatoes." He whispered conspiratorially, making all witnesses watching silently hold their breath. "And skin."

The doll would sit on his desk among various objects cluttering his workspace -- a collection of knives, a map of Gotham, a couple of burner phones, blueprints, duct tape, latest issues of The Gotham Times, a Mehron makeup kit, a bunch of crayons, piles of newspaper and magazine cutouts. He didn't pay much attention to the doll. Sometimes the toy would be tossed aside or fall on the dirty floor during the chaotic energy of his work in progress but life was never meant to be easy even for a doll, now was it?

The moment when he turned around and saw her made him blink. It couldn't be. He couldn't be imagining this. Even her clothes looked similar. He didn't believe in coincidences. He only believed in chaos. He also believed in Gotham. And she provided.

"Well, hello there, beautiful." He gives her his most amiable smile flashing the yellowed teeth. 'The sir' knew every corner of this city like a back of his own hand and he needed to act fast. "This is your lucky day, doll, because I'm headed there myself. Would ya care to join me?"

there's  a  dreadful  sentiment  digging  at  her  chest,  with  metaphorical  claws,  that  is.  she  wasn't  worried  about  the  speed,  about  the  car,  not  even  about  herself.  she  was  worried  for  him.  lips  pursed  into  a  thin  line,  huffing  through  her  nose.  an  intention  arises,  to  rest  her  hand  on  his  arm,  to  reassure  him  other  than  with  words  that  it's  going  to  be  okay,  but  she  doesn't  follow  through.  instead,  she  just  stares  at  him  with  her  doe  eyed  crystal  gaze,  feeling  sorry  that  she  can't  actually  help  him.  it  takes  a  while  before  she  exhales  all  the  air  that  she  was  holding,  as  she  was  trying  to  find  the  appropriate  words  to  tell  him  –  spoiler  alert,  none  seemed  to  be  kenough.

"  dolls  make  mistakes  too.  "    she  wasn't  defending  anyone,  but  it  was  true,    "  and  they  hurt  too.  from  my  own  experience  the  crocodile  tears  were  first  real  tears.  we  –  you  are  allowed  to  feel  emotions.  and  i  can't  provide  the  answers  to  all  those  questions.  but  i  know  that  it's  no  fun  what  you're  feeling.  "    her  gaze  flickers  to  the  road,  it  seemed  awfully  quiet,  probably  because  everyone  else  was  attending  the  party.    "  where  are  we  going?  because  i  have  an  idea  that  might  help.  "

She steps in, and he's off in an instant, pressing the gas peddle to the floor. The faster they leave, the better he'll feel, as wind whips through their hair, almost drowning out the music and her inquiry. Hands grip the steering wheel, and he keeps his eyes on the road in front of them, tempted to pretend he didn't hear her - but she's perceptive, and he's a mess, it would be foolish to act like everything's okay.

He turns down the music enough so it doesn't shake the car anymore, but provides enough background noise so it isn't awkward.

"I don't know." He's being truthful, looking anywhere but at her reflection in the mirror, "I thought he loved me. Why the hell was he kissing someone else? Why was he kissing Barbie?"

lauren german as chloe decker in lucifer

BOLD what your muse can  do. italicize what they can do to some extent.

REPOST, don’t reblog.

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | roller skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electrical drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

Tagged By: the owner of this doll @chaoticjoke !

Tagging: @edxmunson , @shesmidge , @astrapink , @tornblackedgcs , @r4chelamber , @cowg1rls , @havvkinsqueen , @swervdcity (for barbies bestie frida) , @earringmagick , @plastink , @justkcn , @kennergy & everyone who sees this

MIDGE HADLEY [ PLAYED BY @shesmidge ] : i won't ever ask you for help ever again.

barbie  always  tries  her  best,  however  there  are  times  when  it’s  not  good  enough.  unfortunately  when  one  strives  for  perfectionism,  one  does  not  grasp  the  reality.  and  so  it  was  for  barbie,  when  she  had  promised  midge  she’d  be  there  to  help  her.  what  she  didn’t  take  into  account  was  that  acting  until  past  midnight  would  have  consequences.  she  hadn’t  heard  the  first  alarm  that  went  off.  neither  the  second  nor  the  third.  and  when  she  rolled  out  of  bed,  time  was  against  her.  she  didn’t  know  how  she  managed  to  get  out  of  the  hotel  she  was  staying  at,  nor  the  speed  she  was  driving  her  car.  when  she  finally  reached  midge’s  house,  she  was  already  five  hours  late.  legend  has  it,  she’s  still  cussing  out  the  traffic  inside  her  head.    ❝  hi,  i’m  sorry  i’m  late…  ❞    she  barely  uttered  as  soon  as  her  car  door  was  slammed  shut.  she  approaches  midge  with  her  chest  seemingly  closing  in,  an  anxiety  symptom  she  couldn’t  quite  grasp,  but  still  she  felt.  and  oh,  how  hard  it  clenched  on  her  soul.  but  it  was  midge’s  words  that  caused  the  most  pain.  lips  parted  open  as  she  stuttered,  not  able  to  verbalize  a  response.  there  were  plenty  of  thoughts  inside  her  head  going  at  the  speed  of  light,  but  none  that  could  emerge  in  a  coherent  manner.  cerulean  hues  couldn’t  even  look  at  her  friend  anymore,  instead  they  slowly  drifted  downward.  she  was  ashamed  of  looking  midge  directly  in  the  eye.  why  did  she  promise  something  unachievable?  why  didn’t  she  hear  the  first  alarms?  why  did  the  universe  put  her  in  the  middle  of  traffic?  the  only  one  at  blame  was  barbie  herself.  she  put  an  expectation  for  her  best  friend  only  to  let  her  down.  big  time.  with  quivering  lips,  she  managed  to  further  utter,    ❝  i  know  it’s  all  my  fault.  i’m  sorry.  i  didn’t  mean  to  keep  you  waiting  this  long.  i  know  i  promised  you  something.  ❞    the  weight  on  her  chest  traveled  to  her  throat  as  she  found  herself  unable  to  voice  anything  else.  she  didn’t  want  to  disappoint  anyone,  but  especially  her  best  friend.  midge  was  everything  barbie  ever  needed  back  in  the  days  ;  and  there  she  was,  disappointing  midge.