#weird barbie x midge

[phant0m-ch3rry]

you can see my heartbeat tonight <3

they were my FAVS they are my LOVES i am a midge and weird barbie stan to my core!!

[notyourhetloki]

boy doll (Ken x male Reader)

Reader: he/him

/Ken x Doll!Reader/

A/N: No one asked for this but I was inspired so here you go! I'm cringe but I'm free!! Requests are open btw

Warnings: NOT spoiler free, slightly possessive Ken

Song Rec/Mentioned: Hozier - Like Real People Do

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Just like Allan or Midge, you were one of a kind. A new doll to grace the streets of Barbieland... how exciting!

You were quickly one of the boys, getting along immediately especially with Allan and... one blondie named Ken.

Your favorite place in town was the beach, so you naturally became friends first with beach Ken (you know... the one whose job was to beach).

At the beginning he was shy, but soon warmed up to you as you seemed to get him. He even asked for advice on some personal problems.

For example, there was something about him bringing patriarchy to Barbieland and brainwashing all Barbies a few months ago... yeah, he still needed to address that. But after some help with his guilt and long apologies to each and every Barbie, he started feeling more like himself.

You liked his personality, he was funny and charming and always excited about his favorite activities. It was truly enjoyable watching him do his thing, and you weren't afraid to let him know that.

"Good job, Ken!" or "Keep going!" made part of your daily vocabulary.

And oh, he noticed that. I mean, his other Ken friends also hyped him up but... you actually felt so genuine, so... different somehow.

For whatever reason, Ken began feeling jealous of you. He hated seeing you compliment any other Kens or Barbies... He just felt possessive and he didn't know why. You were just his friend, after all...

But one day he snapped once he saw you sharing a laugh with Simu!Ken, joking around innocently. He grabbed you by the wrist and took you to his Mojo Dojo Casa House, where he could have you all by himself.

You thought to yourself that maybe he was acting jealous, but you didn't want to create any expectations... You could be one of a kind but you were still a boy doll, not a Barbie...

In reality, you really liked him... and were not sure where to put so many feelings all of a sudden. You wanted to be his boyfriend, but that just felt weird, right? To want to hold his hand and walk around with matching clothes, to call him 'love' and 'baby' and even... kiss him...

NO. You couldn't think that! That was ridiculous, and it would never happen anyway... he didn't want you.

Or so you thought.

At his house, you were sitting side by side listening to music when Ken decided to look at you. Focused on the lyrics, you didn't notice him staring, looking at your perfect hair and beautiful eyes, and... inviting lips.

He felt crazy, completely out of his mind! What was going on with his feelings? A few months ago he was simping for Barbie and now... now he wanted you. He felt seen by you and that made his chest ache (weird).

The reality was, Ken liked Barbie because that was what he was made for... but now that he was free, he liked you because... because he chose you.

In an involuntary motion, he moved his hand to brush yours. The touch was swift but electric, and you both felt it.

You quickly shot a look at him, confusion and hope mixing inside you... but as soon as he touched your hand, he was up and gone.

"Ah, sorry... I-I have to... I have to go." He stumbled out of the room and ran outside, not looking back.

You were left sad and confused, did you do something wrong? Was it just a mistake? You didn't know...

After what seemed like a couple of hours, you decided to go to the beach to ease your mind a bit. The sun was setting and there shouldn't be a lot of people to disturb you.

But Ken was there, playing his guitar. You walked slowly so you didn't startle him, and gently sat by his side. He immediately stopped playing, looking at you with big blue eyes. "Hey..."

"Hey... May I?" you responded, pointing at his guitar. He nodded, handing it over to you.

You started playing a Hozier song, you figured he wouldn't know it, and you hoped he picked up on the message.

"I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do."

You looked at his eyes while singing, and immediately felt a shift in the air. His teary eyes shone while he admired your face, your voice... you were singing to him, right? He couldn't possibly be this delusional.

After you were done, you quickly got up to leave but were interrupted by a hold on your hand, pulling you down.

"(Y/N)! Don't go just yet..." You sat down again, face burning with sudden embarrassment. You couldn't believe you had played guitar to him, but you did!

Ken looked at you in awe, not knowing what to say. His head was full of a thousand things he wanted to confess but, nothing could evoke what he felt just right.

He looked down and up at your eyes again a few times before deciding... suddenly he grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you tenderly.

You were shocked at first, but not a few moments later started kissing him back, lips gently meeting each other in tandem.

When you finally parted, Ken breathed a sigh of relief, smiling while taking your hands in his. "No one has ever played the guitar for me before..."

"Well, I'm here for whatever you need me." You grinned back, squeezing his hands gently. "I've always been here..."

"I know, baby boy. I know..." You laughed a little at the way he called you, drawing a big smile from him. "You like that? Baby boy?"

"I'm fine with that, sure..." You continued to grin, holding his hands while admiring his face. He looked so beautiful when he was happy...

"Woo woo! Go get it, boys!" A sudden voice cheered from the sea, Mermaid!Barbie rising her arms in excitement as she looked at you both before disappearing again into the sea.

You and Ken laughed hysterically at the scene... and for the rest of the night, he never released your hand from his.

—

[callie-the-creator]

gosling!ken x basketcase!reader hcs

sfw. warnings: feeling excluded, mild angst, but there is comfort bc we looove pre-patriarchy ken. 🫶🏻

author’s note: the barbie hype is most likely gone by the time i post this, but that’s okay! also, you’re a doll, just like ken and barbie but you are your own type of doll instead of being a barbie (like midge and allan)

• when you first arrived at barbieland, it was as clear as day that you weren’t like the other barbies

• i meannn, you do wear a different style compared to the other barbies. instead of bright clothes, you had dark ones that bundled around your plastic body in multiple warm, layers

— totally not malibu beach worthy

• it was…..out of the ordinary. so out of the ordinary that many of the barbies started to compare you to weird barbie (not that you knew who that was, but as soon as you heard ‘weird’, you figured it was best to keep your distance from the rest since it was obvious they didn’t want anything to do with you)

• but not ken. in his eyes, you were different in the way that intrigued him

• he was one of the first dolls to have the gal to introduce himself to you

— “hi! i’m ken.”

— “oh, hello…i’m…basketcase y/n.”

— “so cool.”

• from then on, he stuck onto you like glue. he’d typically spend half the day following you and the other half trying to impress you. you thought it was nice to have a friend, perhaps something more, so dedicated to you

• it felt like you two did everything together. walked around barbieland to take in the amazing sights, played games together (i am a firm believer that ken would let you win every single one on purpose), would go out to places to eat the best plastic food, and you’d even go with ken so he could show you what he does at beach!

• one night, after spending a wonderful day with ken, he asked, “ 🤞 can i come to your house tonight? 🤞”

— it was a night where stereotypical barbie was having a a giant blowout party with all the barbies and planned choreography and a bespoke song. it’s not like you were invited, but you did worry that it could distract ken and possibly get in the way of you two hanging out.

— still. you said yes. how could you say no to a face like that?

• ken decided to throw a party for two (you and him) at the beach where he seemed to be happier, more odd than usual. interested in what could be having such an effect on him, you decide to ask him straight up

“you seem to be in a good mood…” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“only because i got something to ask you!”

your eyebrows furrowed at this. “okay…” you trailed off. “what is it?” you questioned, practically on the edge of your invisible seat.

adorably crossing his fingers, ken inquired, “can i please, please, please be your boyfriend?” he closed his eyes when he asked this just in case there would be a flash of disgust across your face which was far from the truth. you were shocked and surely not expecting that.

“i…sure…i would love that.” you answered.

ken is…well, surprised. he never thought there would be a day when he would finally be someone’s boyfriend. clearing his throat, ken excused himself for a second. he got up and hid behind a plastic palm tree (you can still see him) and suddenly shouted, “at last! the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Dance The Night Away - Ryan!Ken X Female (Human) Reader

Title: Dance The Night Away

Ryan!Ken X Female (Human) Reader

Additional Characters: Barbies (Mentioned), other Kens (Mentioned), President Barbie (Mentioned), Reader's Boss (Mentioned), Allan, Midge (Mentioned), and Weird Barbie (Mentioned)

WC: 3,073

Warnings: Reader works for Mattel, post Barbie movie events, Ken being adorable, nervous Ken, Reader is mentioned wearing a dress, mini angst, and pure fluff

Entering Barbie Land, you let out a sigh, a bit out of breath. You were only human of course. And for some reason, after rollerblading, driving a snowmobile, bicycle, spaceship, a camper van, and boat; not in that specific order... You'd at least have a car to drive down the very long pink road, right? But no. You questioned it, a lot. But you might as well get your steps in. And it wasn't that bad, you were getting used to it - you had been visiting the magical land for at least five months now. You weren’t entirely keeping track. 

You worked for Mattel. Your job was to, a couple times a month, check in on Barbie Land. Now, Mattel didn't have any worries about the Kens taking over Barbie Land again, and they had fully trusted that if anything did happen, President Barbie - and all the Barbies for that matter - would try and fix it. You were... You didn't really know the point of your job really. But you had always wanted to work for Mattel, loved their work, and when you saw that they were hiring... Well, you couldn't pass that up. And the pay was good.

Who knew that you were going to find out that the dolls were real and living in a magical, imaginative world alike to a town in Sweden? Who knew? Who knew you were going to become best friends with most of these Barbies and Kens? Who knew that you were going to love your job?

You loved it whenever Mondays and Fridays rolled around. Typically, people hated Mondays, whether because of school or work, but you loved it. Because it meant that you would get to go to Barbie Land, see your friends... And you know, check up on things... As you were supposed to do. 

Making your way downtown, you waved at some of the Barbies, clipboard and pink pen in one hand, waving with the other. Your trips to Barbie Land were pretty simple. You arrived, you went to see President Barbie, wrote down a small report, and then headed back. These trips normally didn't last more than a couple of hours; two hours max. You really wished you could stay longer though. You had been asked so many times by different Barbies to stay for the dance parties and girl's nights. You wondered if you stayed a bit longer if your boss would be okay with it. You didn't have anything else to do when you got back to Mattel, just to hand in your report and do some additional paperwork, but that stuff was easy.

Eyes on your clipboard, you read the checklist in your head, going over it; not fully paying attention to where you were going, but you were skilled enough not to run into anyone or anything. Checking off the top check-box which read; 'No Kens have taken over Barbie Land', when you hear someone shout your name. Without even raising your head, a smile immediately came to your face, you knew that voice. Looking up, seeing Stereotypical Ken - well, Ken, on the beach. 

You met Ken on the first day that you came to Barbie Land, and over time, you had grown pretty close to the handsome doll. Which was weird in the beginning, but you quickly got over it. But Ken... He was a gem. You adored him. He was so sweet and so kind, and you just loved his smile. The smile that he got every time he looked at you. Ken was immediately intrigued by you when you first came to Barbie Land, and when he heard that you worked for Mattel. He quickly introduced himself, as Ken, and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. The way your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, the soft smile on your face, the sound of your voice as you introduced yourself to him in return. Only when your smile turned into a small frown of confusion did Ken snap out of whatever daze he was in, realizing that his words had begun to dwindle off until he was literally just staring in awe of you.

Awkward...

You began to slowly notice after that first encounter, Ken would always be around if you needed him; or when you didn't need him. It was sweet to see him rush over to you when you passed the beach. Seeing that bright smile on his face as he walked with you to see President Barbie, it sort of became a routine at that point; him walking with you to your destination. You loved spending time with Ken, hearing his stories, hearing his laugh... And the way he looked at you, it was as if you hung all the stars in the sky.

"Are you going to see President Barbie today, Y/N?" Ken asked, a voice full of wonder, smiling, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. 

Shaking your head while letting out a small laugh, you looked up at the doll, "I always do." You answered, nudging his side which made his smile widen.

"That's good, that's good..." He mused, his tone sounding thoughtful. Ken's gaze, as your eyes connected, seemed to sparkle all the more. 

Nodding your head, you looked back in front of you, clipboard to your chest, "Well, has there been anything fun happening as of late?"

"Well..." Ken's expression turned a bit sheepish, "... One of the Barbies is having a party tonight," His tone was lighthearted, and he couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from looking at you, even if it was only your side profile. 

Your eyes lit up, as did your smile, "Oh! That sounds fun!"

"I was just thinking..." Ken began with a smile, but a nervous one, "...That if you had the time? Maybe you want to come with me..." He trailed off, looking down at you as he walked.

"Tonight?" You asked, wincing slightly. 

"Uh, yeah..." Ken's face fell at your response, which made you feel bad for letting him down. "I mean, you don't have to come if you aren't able to..." He then quickly turned and gave you the sweetest of smiles, "... But I understand. You probably have things you need to do back over in the Real World anyway." Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, Ken walked a bit until he noticed that you weren't by his side. Quickly turning back around, he speedwalked back over to you, seeing the sad frown on your face. He furrowed his eyebrows innocently, tilting his head slightly, quickly taking one of your hands in his. "Y/N..." He began, but you didn’t look up from his hand encasing yours. 

"I'll stay for the party." You said softly - almost breathlessly - finally looking up at him, "I doubt my boss will be too mad with me if I go... I'll go back to Mattel, let him know..." You shrugged. 

"You will?" Ken couldn't seem to believe you, his eyebrows going up in utter surprise and delight. "You... You'll stay?" He seemed so happy, and his expression was priceless as he tried hard to get hold of himself but he didn't last for long, fist bumping the air as he let out little 'yes, yes, yeses;' you couldn't help but laugh a little at his actions, finding him adorable - as always.

"I've been missing out on these parties for a while... So what are these parties like?" You asked Ken, who’s eyes widened at your question.

"Oh, you're in for a treat," Ken exclaimed, his tone enthusiastic, he just couldn't wait to see you enjoying these parties for yourself. "There's music, snacks, and dancing," He said, his arm looping over your shoulder, loving the fact that he was in close contact with you; you felt your cheeks burn at the contact. "Could I… Possibly dance with you, Y/N?" He asked, crossing his fingers with his free hand at his side.

"Oh, Ken," You giggled as you looked back up at him, "You're so adorable... Of course, you can dance with me," You told him, your hand reaching up to hold the hand that was over your shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze. "But it looks like we're here." You gestured to the large pink building of the Pink House.

Ken's face fell a bit once he realized that your walk with him was over. He had liked being near you, and now that it was over he felt kinda sad that you were leaving. Even though he knew he was going to see you at the party, he didn't want you to leave him. That was something that you did notice about Ken after a while, he was pretty clingy... But you just thought it was because of what happened with him and Stereotypical Barbie. He loved her, but she didn't really appreciate him and took him for granted before she saw her ill ways. Then the whole patriarchy thing happened... You thought that maybe he spent so much time with you, and wanted to spend so much time with you, was because you actually paid attention to him. Maybe... You weren't entirely sure. 

Unwrapping his arm from you, you kept a hold of his hand in yours, smiling up at him as if to hope that he would cheer up a little. "Ken..." You began, his sad, blue ocean eyes meeting yours. Even though he was sad that you had to go - as he was everytime - he couldn't help but feel his plastic heart race as you held his hand in yours.

He didn't want you to go.

Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth momentarily, you admired the man in front of you. The way the light shined down upon him; his blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, and crystal clear blue eyes, you couldn't help but stare at him, wanting nothing more than to reach out and stroke his cheek as your thumb gently rubbed across his knuckles. He was simply so gorgeous; perfect. 

Taking a chance, not wanting to be too late for your meeting with President Barbie, you went up on your tip-toes as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. As you pulled away, you noticed that Ken looked shocked as he slowly brought his hand up to his cheek, rubbing it lightly as his mouth fell slightly agape; his eyes almost shyfully meeting yours in surprise, "I'll see you at the party." You smiled before taking a few steps backward, your smile never fading as you waved goodbye.

Ken then beamed, watching you go until you were no longer visible. Feeling a rush of excitement and adoration, Ken repeatedly fist-bumped the air, cheering to himself as he walked back towards Beach. You kissed him... On the cheek. Your lips having brushed softly against his skin... Your hand rested on his chest as you pushed yourself up on your toes... You kissed him on the cheek! Ken couldn't get over you. You actually cared about him, you listened to him and valued his thoughts and opinions. Ken hadn't met anyone who really did that for him, until after his mishap with the patriarchy and after Barbie helped him realize who he really was. You really made him feel special, and Ken couldn't wait to see you at the party.

~~~

At the party, Ken leaned against a pillar, his eyes quickly glancing around the room, trying to see if he could spot you. He was beginning to worry that you weren't coming. Maybe you changed your mind about going... About him... Ken was scared, the last time that he had felt this way was with Barbie. She didn't feel the same about him, and it hurt. He didn't want to get hurt again. But you made him hopeful, hopeful to find that love that he had always been craving.

Allan, slightly boogying beside Ken, noticed his odd behavior, frowning, "Are you alright, Ken?"

"Uh, what?" Ken jolted as he looked over, having been so deep in thought that he didn't even notice Allan was beside him at all. He was so focused on finding you, so worried that you wouldn't show. That you'd forgotten all about him... "Y- Yeah, I'm cool, I'm cool..." Ken tried to play it cool in front of Allan. He was obviously not okay, but Ken wouldn't let Allan or anyone else find out he was feeling so worried or nervous for that matter.

Allan frowned, he hated seeing Ken upset, "You seem nervous, Ken." Ken continued to watch the dance floor, and finally, something clicked in his brain, "Oh," Allan muttered, "The human, Y/N... Are you looking for her?" Ken nodded, still not turning back to look at Allan. "Do you want me to go find her?" He offered, already knowing the answer.

Looking at Allan, Ken took in his almost puppy-dog expression before shaking his head. "No, no, it's okay..." Ken reassured him, "She said she'd come... Maybe she's just running late… Yeah…”

Allan nodded in understanding, taking his own time to look around at the party when his eyes met your figure. A smile crept on his face as he grabbed Ken's attention with a pat on the shoulder. "She's here, Ken." 

At his words, Ken snapped his gaze to Allan before looking to where his best buddy was looking, his blue eyes widening at the sight of you. You stood there, looking absolutely beautiful, wearing a stunning pink dress that hugged your curves perfectly, your hair framing your face, the lights highlighting your features. You were swaying on your feet slightly to the beat, looking around the party the same as he had. Were you looking for him?

Ken couldn't stop the grin on his face as your eyes found his in the crowd, your face lighting up as well. Trying to stay cool - but ultimately failing - Ken rushed over to you before practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of you with a large grin.

"You actually came!" Ken exclaimed happily, "I... I thought you weren't coming." He confessed, his tone becoming soft and a little embarrassed as you just looked up at him with a smile and a shake of your head.

"I said I'd come... Sorry, I was a bit late though. I went back to the Real World to get dressed." Smiling, Ken looked down at you; he could tell that you were nervous by the way that your face scrunched up slightly. His eyes flickered to your lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss you. "Hey, Ken," His eyes quickly looked back into your eyes, which twinkled under the glittering lights of the many pink disco balls. You then offered him your hand, making Ken raise an eyebrow in confusion, "Care to dance?"

Looking at your hand, Ken took it without a second thought, a grin spreading onto his face. On the dancefloor, Ken danced with you, twirling you out and back into his arms; somehow dancing to the perfectly choreographed dance with everyone else. Ken loved being close to you; your soft and delicate touch against his skin, your intoxicating scent, everything about you. It was almost like a dream; dancing in the middle of a room, surrounded by the Barbies, Kens, Midge, Allan, and Weird Barbie. As he danced, Ken kept his eyes fixated on you, and only you. He felt happy, so very happy, that you were here, that you were there beside him, smiling up at him as you danced... Both dancing the night away.

As the party came to an end, you held Ken's hand as you both walked down the plastic beach. You knew that you would have to go back to the Real World soon, but you didn't want the night to end. Being in Barbie Land... It seemed so unreal, so perfect to you, and it was so easy just being with Ken, talking to each other, laughing, dancing, just living the moment.

"I don't want to leave," You sighed, staring off at the setting sun, Ken's hand tightening slightly in yours. 

"I don't want you to go either," Ken responded, pulling you closer to his side.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you let out a sigh, "I know... But I have to go." Upon Ken's silence, you paused walking mid-step, pulling back to look up at him. Seeing his little pout, you gave him a small, reassuring smile, "I'll be back Friday. No worries."

Ken let out a slight groan. "Friday is so far away..." He practically whined, looking down at you as he pouted.

You chuckled, poking his cheek in hopes his cute pout would slip away, "Come on, Ken... You know I'll be back. If I didn't come back, I'd probably get fired." His hand still in yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, you quickly added, "And of course, I'll come back to see you. I love getting to come see you when I visit." Ken's pout faded as a bright smile came to his face.

"I could come with you!" Ken suggested enthusiastically, his blue eyes sparkling in delight at the idea of coming with you.

"Oh, Ken..." You breathed out, biting your lip as his smile faded slightly, "I don't know how that's going to work... This is your home..." You reminded him as he shook his head. “And I don’t want you to get in trouble with Mattel…”

Looking down at your hand in his, Ken let out a long, sad sigh. Ken felt very reluctant to let you go; he wanted to spend every waking minute with you, spending every day with you; he wanted to take you on dates... Be girlfriend, boyfriend. He was really going to miss you, and he wasn't sure if he could handle not having you there. 

"You promise you will come see me?" He asked, finally looking up to meet your eyes as you gave him a smile and nodded.

"Of course," You promised, your eyes shining brightly with determination as you leaned up to quickly press another kiss to Ken's cheek once more, "I promise. And I'll try staying later too." Ken's face immediately lit up at the action, your kiss having sent a tingle throughout his entire body, piercing his soul. 

Gazing down at you, absolutely entranced, he muttered, “Cool… So cool..."

[astralnino]

masquerade magic (a ken x reader fanfic)

~ ~ ~ ~

2 months, 19 days, 4 hours.

This was for how long Barbie was missing. initially, everyone gave their all in trying to find a stereotypical Barbie, but eventually, they stopped caring. All the Kens, barbies, Allan, and Midge had given up. They held a memorial for her after countless search parties, troops and squads had been sent out. They all gave up hope. all, but Ken.

Ken tirelessly looked for her, even after the others stopped. He went to their favorite place by the sea, her house, the courthouse, and all the shops she visited.. But to no luck. He resorted to punishing himself by not eating, sleeping, or going to the beach for leisure. his life was miserable, and he was waiting for his sweet Barbie to come along and make everything okay. But after 2 months, 19 days, and 4 hours, his resolve slowly crumbled under peer pressure. Everyone told him to forget her and find someone new, and pointed out the severe tolls it was taking on him. He was the husk of a person he once was. he started questioning everything he had done so far, and then, in the spur of the moment, gave it all up. He developed habits to forget the thought of his sweetheart. He drank, started boxing and quit his job. He made money by serving drinks in the 'Pretty in Pink Club', located at the end of 7th Ave. He stopped smiling and joking around, dyed his hair black, and decided he was done with everything- love, friends, and happiness.. but fate had something else planned.

You slowly got out of bed, rubbing your sore (e/c) eyes. You stumble into your slippers and down the stairs. Brushing your teeth, you glance at your phone, opening the health tracker app. No heartbeat, normal hydration levels, and no blood sugar, perfect, but your sleep.. You barely slept for 3 hours last night. You roll your eyes and turn it off. You were going through a break-up.. Well it happened 3 weeks ago, but you were slowly trying to re-adapt and live life normally once again. Allan was a lovely chapter in your life, but when all's said and done, you weren't right for each other... or so he said. When you caught him cheating on you with Midge, you were heartbroken, but you felt that it was to be expected. They were one of a kind, made-for-each other even.

You look at your calendar, expecting nothing to be there, but you notice a reminder for a masquerade party- shit. It was organized by Allan, who begged you to come, and you're considering it now- even after you parted ways. You were tired of hiding and slowly missing out on parties and socialization, so after some contemplation and a few more minutes of brushing, you decide to go.

A few hours before the party, you pick out a Black Satin Dress with ruffles and fishnet stockings with matching gloves, you weren't feeling very pink at all. You go to the antique store and grab a beautiful retro black and white eye mask. You pay for it and go home, and work on your makeup and you get ready.

On the other side of town, Ken hears from Allan that there's a masquerade party happening where he works. He talks to Allan about the preparations, and Allan, knowing what Ken was going through, gives him a day off and invites him to the party. Ken didn't want to go, but he reluctantly accepts after being cajoled by Allen and the homeboys. He goes home, stumbles through piles of papers and used clothes, and opens his closet. He looks through all his clothes and finds an elusive Grey Suit with a Black bow tie hiding in the corner of brightly colored chaos. It will do, he thought, as he went to shower and get ready for another disappointing night, or so he thought.

2 hours later, you arrive at the ball, fashionable AND fashionably late. You stand out like a black rose in a field of lavender flowers, and that made you feel weird and out of place. You sigh.

Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself of the promise you made to reclaim your life, regardless of the oddity you may feel in this sea of masks and extravagant dresses. Straightening your posture, you embrace the elegance of your outfit and enter the grand hall.

As you wander through the crowd, the sound of laughter and music fills the air, but your heart still feels heavy. Amidst the festive atmosphere, you can't help but wonder if you'll ever find someone who truly understands and appreciates you.

Lost in your thoughts, you accidentally bump into a tall, dark-haired man wearing a grey suit. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, time seems to freeze. It's Ken, looking just as out of place as you feel.

"I'm so sorry," you stammer, feeling the blush creeping up your cheeks.

"No worries. I should have been more careful," Ken replies with a faint smile, his eyes betraying a hint of sadness.

You find yourself captivated by his sincerity and warmth, making you forget the unease you felt earlier. Your conversation flows naturally, as if you've known each other for ages.

Amidst the masquerade's enchanting atmosphere, Ken opens up about his search for someone he lost, and you can't help but empathize with his pain.

"I understand what it's like to miss someone deeply," you whisper, touched by his vulnerability.

In that moment, the world around you fades, leaving only the two of you, connected by shared experiences of heartbreak and resilience.

As the night progresses, the bond between you and Ken grows stronger, feeling like a comforting embrace that chases away the shadows of the past.

The music slows down, and Ken offers his hand, inviting you to dance. Without hesitation, you accept, feeling a sense of tranquility in his presence.

In the embrace of the dance, the worries of the world seem distant, and for the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to feel alive.

As the night draws to a close, Ken leans in closer, his eyes locking onto yours. Time seems to stand still, and in that moment, you both realize that fate has woven your paths together for a reason.

With a gentle smile, he removes his mask, revealing the vulnerability in his eyes. "I'm glad I found you tonight," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the soft music.

In that moment, you know that you've found a kindred spirit, someone who understands the pain you've endured and the hope you still hold.

As you step outside into the cool night air, Ken takes your hand, and together, you walk towards the horizon, where new beginnings await— two souls no longer lost but found in each other's company.

[kell-eramis]

Ooh, do you have more to say on the Barbie bioessentialism thing? I haven’t seen the movie but I did hear it did a lot of things poorly, and would like to know more about this cause I haven’t heard people talk about it anywhere else

I think it’s largely in the way it was advertised and then how the barbies and kens are portrayed with such a strong divide; the way it was supposed to be taken was “this barbie is X, this barbie is Y” and fans immediately began assigning themselves and their favorite characters as barbies or kens based on their genders, then in the movie, kens are all portrayed as bumbling stupid men and barbies are barbie! Can do anything. To me it’s weird because it seems like it’s “ken is like this because he’s inherently ken” and “barbie is like this because she’s inherently barbie”—that’s my own personal interpretation. Allan and Midge of course exist, but that’s two characters outside of this dichotomy that’s set up.

[cosmoteer]

📝 + Barbie movie

Send me “📝 + (fandom)” and I’ll reply with a character I would RP || Accepting

I think writing Ken would be fun he's a little more of a smug asshole but he'd be fun to play.

I would also write Ken I took my friend to see Barbie and she was like "Ken has so much sexual tension with Ken" and you know what she's right. Ken x Ken rights.

I like writing weird women so Barbie is right up my alley!

Listen I can't find a picture of her in the movie and she wasn't in it at all just a cameo but I would also write Skipper taking a toddler surfing.

Honorable mentions go to Midge I love her in life in the dream house.

[dat2ndaccount97]

What’s Left on my Doll Wishlist (as of 12-12-19)

 As I was waiting for the game awards I started thinking about dolls I wanted, I thought about making this post, now 4 hours later after that Depressingly Awful Game Awards Here’s what’s left on My doll Wish list, a list of specific Dolls I want, some of which are holy grail dolls. Over this 10 years of being into dolls and almost 7 years of collecting, I Built up this ever growing list and started getting some of the ones I really wanted Like My Holy Grail Silver Label Supergirl Barbie, My TNT Barbies, My Disney Store Ariel doll, and others. But There’s still plenty on the list, and here’s what’s lefy (In Mostly no particular order):

- Those Mid 00′s Marvel Barbies. Always Kinda wanted these for the longest time as a Guy who’s really into comics and really into dolls. Also Funny Story I almost Went as Reed Richards for halloween in like 7th grade because I thought that would’ve been an easy way to get that invisible woman doll but passed because I figured it probably wouldn’t work. 

- The Toy Biz Spider-man Collectors Series Mary Jane Doll: Another Marvel Doll, and another red head. Basically in the mid 90s Toy Biz made a bunch of “12 Inch collector Figures” of Various Marvel characters from some of their marvel lines, They made Wolverine, Storm (who I do want for her clothes), and Rogue From the X-Men, Ghost Rider Spider-Man, Spectacular Spider-man/Scarlet Spider, and Mary Jane From Spider-Man, with Reg. Spider-Man and MJ being based off the Animated Series. The Female characters were just Off Brand barbies, but have a weird charm to them, plus i’m diggin’ MJ’s Not barbie face.

- Bath Time Fun Ariel: One of My Holy Grail Dolls. She’s V E R Y Impossible to find Rare. I absolutely love Her Insanely Long Red Hair.

- This Curvy Barbie with Dark Purple Hair, Really like this face combined with her cool Dark Purple Hair

- Pepsi Spirit Barbie: Love her crimped hair and how much of an unapologetic Pepsi Shill she is.

- Pizza Party Skipper: Love this Face, Love Pizza, and I Like Pizza hut for the most part, as far as the big chains go they’re pretty good, and I usually dig the weirder pizzas they come out with.

- The Superman Returns Superman and Lois Lane Barbies: Have a strong nostalgia Spot for this movie (not that bad honestly, and Routh Killed it recently on crisis) and I really like hoe these dolls Look.

- The other 3 2008 DC Comics I don’t Have (Especially Batgirl). While the 2008 Silver Label Supergirl was always the #1 Holy grail doll for Years I also really wanted batgirl and later on the other 2, as both a comics fan and as a Doll guy. I love how these look! (save for Batgirl’s Cowl and the painted glove hands)

- Holiday Angel Barbie: Not quite a holy grail doll but she is a little rare. Saw her a my local thrift store on day some years ago, Immediately loved her, not knowing who she was, and was about maybe $10, but I didn’t get her (Don’t remember if it was lack of funds in that moment or deciding weather or not to spend $10 on a thrift doll). Later that week I think I came back she was gone and I super regret not getting her and/or not coming back sooner.

- Feelin' Groovy Barbie: Love the outfit, Love the Steffie Face Mold with the Jet black hair with the bangs. Big Big Love her and super want her!

- 25th Anniversary Totally Hair Barbie:  Really like how we finally got a repro 90s barbie, really liked this repro turned out, really like the Long Crimped hair of TH barbie, and would probably look greta on a MTM Body

Those X-men Barbies from this year: Same reasons as the previous Comic Barbies I mentioned, They Look great but the painted glove hands and not being articulated as a MTM doll kinda kills it a little for me. Hopefully they go down in price or on sale Some point.

- This KOTOBUKIYA ACTIVE STYLING Doll/Figure of Athena from The King of Fighters: I don’t talk about it here but I’m super into Fighting Games, and am always happy to find out some of those characters I like have dolls of them even if they’re kinda rare japan only dolls.. King of Fighters is a great game series with a great Cast of characters, and one of those characters I main is Athena. She doesn’t have rooted hair but I still really like How she Looks and how articulated she is/looks

The KOTOBUKIYA ACTIVE STYLING  Doll/Figure of Yuri From King of Fighters: Same reasons as athena, though I really don’t main her outside of KOF 14 and maybe Capcom vs SNK 2.

- the Takara Real Bout Fatal Fury Mai Shiranui doll: One more SNK Doll. Love Mai and love how this doll looks. It looks pretty accurate to her design and has a certain 90s charm to it.

- The Blonde and Brunette Earring Magic Barbies and (Another) Earring Magic Midge. Adore 90s barbies so much, love how these dolls look overall, the always classic superstar facesculpt, the crimped hair, and I really dig these outfits. I did get EM midge recently But I do wanna get a new one New in box, and I wanna get the other 2 new in box (I take my dolls out of the box But I still want them new lol)

- a Dollikin/Action Girl Doll: Really like her face, her cute hair, and her surprising amount of articulation for a doll her age, she’s from the early 70s I think.

Lastly here’s the The Rest of My Holy Grail Dolls The One’s I R E A L L Y want:

- Jewel Hair Midge: I Love Red heads, Love 90s barbies, and I  Really love 90s midge. I know the hair on the JHM dolls becomes a problem almost immediately out of the box but I Just love the 90s midge face sculpt with her insanely long red hair and the blue outfit she has.

- The Super Excellent Series Vampire Savior Morrigan Doll from Marmit: Morrigan’s a character who i’ve always mained and has been on the waifu list forever, and always really really wanted a doll of her. I even tried giving my dolls bangs and coloring their hair green with marker back when I was a dumb teenager. It never turned out well. This is the closest I’ma Get to the Morrigan Fashion doll I always wanted. There is another japan only morrigan doll, but she Looks Bad.

- 2009 Barbie Fashionistas Glam. The other Original Holy Grail Doll I wanted since Day 1 next to supergirl. Love her outfit, her hair, and always get nostalgic for that late 00′s/early 2010′s Barbie Face.

Last but not least

- Red Head/Titan Hair Twist N Turn Barbie: Next to 80s/90s barbies and late 00′s/early 10′s barbies TNT Dolls are my ABSOLUTE Favorites. I have 2 Vintage TNT Dolls and a Repro Hair Fair Doll. I also REALLY like Red Heads and Love the Red Head/ Titan Hair TNT barbie. The red Hair Just Looks so Good with this face!!

And I think That’s all of them For now.

[soulvomit]

That's another thing about how I came up regarding gender.

Most of the nostalgia and the stuff women are allowed to like (and *especially* most of the stuff that LGBTQ girls are allowed to like!) is very, very specific. It must be candy colored and have an edifying message. It must not have power fantasy stuff in it, but must be about sharing and caring and mutualism and mind-numbing stultifying conformity.

When I was in my rebellious phase, part of my rebellion was against the idea that just because I was a white girl, every thought and utterance of mine had to be socially acceptable and edifying and wholesome.

As a kid, I liked boys' stuff, and nerdy stuff. I liked fast cars, auto racing, computers, and outer space. (I was also into ballet. Go figure.) My neighborhood friends tended to be boys and tomboyish girls.

The exception is Barbie... I loved Barbie. I also loved dance, especially the gendered clusterfuck that was ballet, and I suspect "user controls the narrative" was part of it. When I was in ballet lessons, I made up my own ballets.

With Barbie, part of it is that Barbie & her friends had relatively little baked in narrative or framing (aside from Barbie being rich.) I could make up my own stories and settings for my dolls to exist in. Barbie could be a race car driver or astronaut in my head, even if those accessories didn't exist. She could be anything I wanted her to be. She was a relatively blank slate. Barbie could live in her Barbie mansion with her wife Midge, and they could be waited on by Ken. One Barbie could be an entertainment lawyer and my other Barbies could have a rock band. (I grew up in LA in the 80s.) Barbie was the only female figure I found remotely aspirational! And most of all, Barbie wasn't as defined by pre-set outfits and looks as other girl-marketed properties were; I could clothe my Barbies 100% in my own stylistic creations if I wanted to, i could use magic markers and color their hair punk colors, and I did.

But Rainbow Brite? Strawberry Shortcake? Lisa Frank's oeuvre? All the stuff you all adore? Especially My Little Pony and Care Bears?

I HATED THEM ALL. Hated them, hated them, hated them. You couldn't make up your own story. They were propagandistic in a way. My friends - the neighborhood boys and tomboys - didn't like these toys and the girls who did, generally were the ones who othered me.

And if you didn't like this stuff, you were basically a horrible person who deserved to have no friends, or something.

And guess what? Now, if you don't like female-marketed stuff and you're female, *especially if female and LGBTQ* - you're treated like you're a horrible person who deserves to have no friends. (But beyond merely being female, it feels like we have a weird aesthetic marketing thing presently of the two marketing genders, Cis Men and Everyone Else. Being in the Everything Else and not consuming the right media is treated as actively problematic.) It's weirdly like we're presently dealing with the gender wars by imposing infantilized female-targeted stuff on anyone who isn't a cis het man. I REALLY AM LOST IN THIS ZEITGEIST.

(She-Ra showed up a little late in the game for me. I loved the women characters in He-Man though and it was an early indicator that I was going to later 1) come out as queer 2) become a fan of Heavy Metal Magazine.)

I found this stuff alienating as fuck.

Because I was a girl I was SUPPOSED to like pink ponies and SUPPOSED to be the moral guardian of the world (many female hero narratives are steeped in white middle class moral guardianship as opposed to just being power fantasies; this is a huge part in Gen X and Millennial villain fandom, I suspect).

Also, because I was so universally rejected by feminine girls and so many of my friends were boys and tomboys, a lot of my consumption was going to be in the things we could actually watch together and games we could play together.

At the time, that was stuff like Star Trek, (oldschool) Battlestar Galactica, Superfriends, He-Man. One thing about 80s and 90s nerd properties is that they offered the most diverse array of personality traits and character types; boys didn't have to play Captain Kirk, they could also be Mr. Spock. And with the movies showing women in command (this is probably why the "Monster Maroon" era is my favorite nostalgic Trek) there wasn't a reason a girl couldn't play a captain.

Ghostbuster and Starfleet officer were JOBS, not genders.

But this was missing from most mainstream media that wasn't "nerdy."

I had a younger male neighbor friend when I was 9 and we'd pretend we were the Wonder Twins. I was okay with female-gendered characters in stuff I could enjoy in mixed-gender groups. Look, when you're the smallest generational cohort and there are only 2 other kids on any block - when it comes to the gender of your friends, beggars can't be choosers.

Btw, know what sucked about a lot of 80s kids media? Did anyone here actually WATCH the original He-Man? You know how that annoying little shit Orko (because he really was seen in a similar light to Jar-Jar and other annoying characters in his own day) always gave some kind of moralistic message?

Yeah. You're all fucking doing that again. Quit it.