“They Called Her Naive For Believing In The Good In People. But She Was Just A Loving Soul, Who Thought

“I always knew that I was going for Hermione”

both  hands  delicately  hover  to  hide  the  mouth  —  a  manifestation  of  barbie's  anticipation  for  gift  giving  surpassing  even  the  enthusiasm  for  the  holidays..  there  was  something  too  special  about  seeing  another  unwrap  a  present,  knowing  or  otherwise  what  it  contains.  the  way  their  eyes  lit  up  with  joy  and  the  way  a  wide  smile  spreads  across  their  features,  as  they  return  to  the  past,  when  they  were  kids  and  everything  much  easier.  kids  deserve  to  be  happy  and,  unfortunately,  for  barbie  everyone's  a  kid  of  someone  else.  which  doesn't  leave  anyone  she  knows  without  a  little  present.  cerulean  optics  observe  chrissy  intently,  as  if  not  to  miss  the  peak  of  joy.  a  melodic  chuckle  escapes  her  throat  upon  hearing  chrissy's  first  verbal  reaction.  hands  clapped  together  as  her  fingers  interlaced.  ❛❛  yay,  i'm  so  happy  you're  happy  with  it.  at  first  i  was  thinking  maybe  i  should  bring  you  there  and  let  you  get  your  own  bear,  but  then  i  thought  about  it  and  i  couldn't  spare  you  the  element  of  surprise.  ❜❜  unable  to  contain  herself,  she  involuntarily  spills  the  beans  —.  it  was  extremely  difficult  for  her  to  keep  such  a  secret  hidden  as  it  often  overflowed  her  psyche.  the  compulsion  to  divulge  or  bestow  presents  promptly  upon  acquisition  was  simply  insurmountable.  ❛❛  luckily,  i  found  something  you  can  choose  from.  you  have  to  come  with  me  to  the  christmas  market  but  you'll  be  picking  what  we'll  do  there.  how's  that  sound?  ❜❜

*/ @bahrbae left a note;

barbie has arrived to your inbox, chrissy. and guess what? she brought a  pink  care  bear  to  which  she  put  a  santa  hat  on  before  badly  wrapping  it  up.  it  was  pretty  obvious  what  was  behind  the  red  paper  wrap,  but  barbie  hopes  the  gesture  overthrows  the  awful  wrapping  job  she's  done. ❛❛ this belongs to you. i thought i should give it to you before we go to the christmas market. i just couldn't wait until christmas. i hope you like it? ❜❜

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy's eyes absolutely lit up at the present. "You didn't have to get me anything," she nearly whispered out, taking the package from Barbie's hands. But the thought and excitement the woman showed made Chrissy excited to open it. The teen had a small hunch on what it could have been, but the excitement didn't lessen even as the younger carefully unwrapped the paper. (Chrissy had always been the type to make sure wrapping paper was taken off without any tears or rips. As pristine as she could keep it.) "Love-A-Lot Bear," she answered with a bit of aw in her voice, adjusting the little bear's hat. "Oh, I love it a lot," a giggle was evident in her voice at the slight pun. "Thank you. This really just started everything off in such a good spirit!"

logged back to tell everyone hi barbie ! i plan on getting back real soon , but until then you can also find me over at my goth barbie blog !

SEND ME A SYMBOL(S) FOR WHAT YOU’RE INTERESTED IN people struggle with plotting so i figured making it into an askbox thing could help! 

DYNAMICS: ✭ friends to lovers ★ rivals to lovers ✦ enemies to lovers ♡ found family ♣ rivals ❦ reluctant allies  ❖ platonic ☢ slowburn  ➤ love at first sight π partners in crime SITUATIONS ☁ one muse saves the other’s life  ☼ one muse (or both) is a single parent  ❆ our muses get shut in due to a storm  ☤ one muse having to patch the other up  ❦ put together through a common goal  ⎔ one muse asking the other to stay the night ϟ our muses work together  ♁ our muses are neighbors  ➽ one muse doesn’t have anyone else to turn to  SETTINGS ✚ crossover between our fandoms ☽ sender’s verse in receivers fandom ☾ receivers verse in sender’s fandom ☯ alternate universe / separate fandom than both muses are in

ODDLY SPECIFIC ⌲ one muse is supposed to kill/hurt the other but falls for them instead ✖ our muses work together and there’s a lot of tension and maybe we do the only one bed plot idk ＋ reporter/vigilante dynamic ∇ nurse/vigilante dynamic  ✿ innocent muse/morally grey dangerous muse  ❥ asshole/the one person they’re nice to ♛ bodyguard/person they’re protecting ◐ arranged marriage/match ◎ fake dating ¶ roommate AU ۞ one night stand turns into many and now we’re just kinda not sure what we are ❁ friends with benefits maybe some pining  © unrequited love except it isn’t unrequited ✡ unrequited love and it’s actually unrequited  ♖ i dated you to get back at someone in my life but i’m developing real feelings oh no ♮one night stand only to later learn we’re gonna be in some sort of setting together (professor/student, co-workers, etc)  ✏ we used to date and something didn’t work out but now you’re here and i’m still in love

never be embarrassed for being proud of your OC.  never listen to the voices telling you they’re too powerful or too weak,  too angry or too happy,  too hard or too vulnerable,  too strong or not strong enough.  if they are exactly how you intended to create them,  or if they’ve grown beyond what you imagined in a way that makes you happy,  then that’s all that matters.  every published and produced ‘canon’ character is someone’s OC.  you don’t bat an eye at these characters being proclaimed to be powerful.  you don’t bat an eye at them being praised within the text or loved by the writers and fans.  your OC is no different.  there is not any real,  important difference between what you’ve created and what you see on the pages of a book or on a screen.  it’s all of equal value.  it’s all just people telling stories and enjoyment is the only real value. 

holidays can be hard

❝hey, wanna spend the holiday along together?❞ ❝i wasn't really planning on doing anything this year...❞ ❝can't we just get along? just for today?❞ ❝i love you. please come home.❞ ❝fuck your family. let's party like its Y2K.❞ ❝your mom's a bitch, and her mash potatoes are always thick like paste.❞ ❝yeah, my mom kicked me out, but look a white christmas!❞ ❝i just don't want to spend the day alone this year.❞ ❝my family was never big on celebrating.❞ ❝go away, i don't like [holiday]❞ ❝did you really call my dad a cuck and throw a roll at him?❞ ❝i guess i should've known better than to trust you could be civil.❞ ❝please don't leave. you haven't opened your present yet.❞

[giving] sender shows up without warning to receiver's home to deliver a present knowing receiver has no one to celebrate with.

[taking] sender takes all the gifts from under receiver's tree and burns them.

[coal] sender gives receiver the cold shoulder, refusing to spend the holiday with them.

[blood] sender stands up for receiver when receiver's family is cruel.

[forget] sender forgets to come over to receiver's to spend time together on the holiday.

[unconditional] sender picks up receiver to take them to out as a distraction from old wounds left by family/friend/etc.

[jolly] receiver tries to cheer up sender after sender breaks down on the holiday.

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.  ❞

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?"

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