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@dollpink
# 𝑫𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑲, an independent, highly selective & low activity writing blog for 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑎 '𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑒' 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑠 of m̳a̳t̳t̳e̳l̳'̳s̳ barbie doll. inspired by the various barbie media but reimagined in her own lore as a modern day fashion designer. written by chloe (twenty-four, she/her). ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵃᵖʳⁱˡ ²⁰²³. please read my carrd & use beta editor only please. 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 @justsken.
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* the first dawn of light in your universe brings pain. the light burns you. it will always burn you ... part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a lake of fire while flames chew upon your flesh. ✷ # 𝒔𝒌𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒏, a private & highly selective writing blog for 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 / 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝘃𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 of george lucas' ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ saga. 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑙𝑜𝑒. ⁽ ᵉˢᵗ. ²⁰¹⁶, ʳᵉᵛ. ²⁰²³⁾
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she... she's everything...
he's mid-frown as he peers out the car window , cringing at the rain and already dreading the slosh of soaked trousers and water in his shoes . maybe @dollpink sees it . maybe she catches how painfully he studies the downpour , regret evident on his features — in seconds , there's something on his lap , tapping his knee . you can have my umbrella , barbie insists with a sympathetic smile , and all sebastian can do in return is shake his head . ❝ oh , barbie — CHRIST , YOU'RE SWEET , but absolutely not . thank you for the offer , but i'll be just fine out there . you need it more than i do , by far . ❞ he returns the bright pink umbrella to her lap , palms up and defensive as he hurries the thought from her mind . ❝ i promise , i'll be fine !! i should have . . . planned ahead better . should have brought a jacket or something . IT'S MY FAULT . as long as you don't mind a soaking wet bodyguard behind you , we're all well and good , i promise . ❞ he beams at her now , eager to rid the concern from her expression — barbie's the one with the perfect hair , the gorgeous , expensive outfit . . . ❝ in fact , if you run the risk of getting wet out there , i'll even carry you to the door . you hold the umbrella , and we'll keep your shoes from ending up a waterlogged mess . how does that sound ? ❞ he touches her arm . ❝ thank you for the offer of your umbrella , though . IT'S VERY KIND OF YOU TO GIVE IT TO ME , but i insist . i'll be just fine out there . you brought a blow-dryer , did you not ? ❞
the heavens have opened above the city, with a vicious downpour soaking the streets. they're momentarily safe and dry in the car, but they've now reached their destination and they cannot possibly wait in the car all evening — there's no telling when the rain will clear. luckily, months prior to this, barbie had stashed an umbrella in the car for such times. a lifesaver on more than one occasion.
but when sebastian denies her offer, her brows furrow with concern. ❝ sebastian. you cannot possible be willingly to go out in that. you'll be soaked! ❞ looking over his shoulder, the rain batters heavily against the car window. he'd be soaked in seconds if he had his way. but barbie's not about to stand by and allow him, and the fine suit he wore to be victim of the harsh weather.
❝ you'll not be fine! sebastian, it's raining sideways! ❞ she's now even more thankful tonight wasn't an outdoor event. his suggestion however, has her arching her brow. if that's the only way of having him tucked underneath the safety of her polka dot umbrella, saving him from that drowned look that's been out of style since the nineties, then...
❝ carry me? i would like to keep my shoes, as well as my bodyguard bone dry. let's do it! ❞ she wasn't sure if sebastian was joking or not, but she sees no other viable solution present itself. barbie cracks a smile, nodding with tender laughter. ❝ of course i did. who doesn't carry a blow-dryer around with them? but even that wouldn't be enough to dry you from head to toe. i'd take all evening! and then we'd just have to come back out into the rain to go back home. ❞
@justsken, ken carson. ❛ hi , barbie ! ❜
before leaving her home, barbie checks herself over one final time in the hallway mirror by the front door. tracing her nail below bottom lip, she ensures her lipstick is sharp, and by running her fingers through her curls, she gives them a volume boost. the sound of a car door shutting outside tells her she's out of time. he's here. a final deep breath is taken, she adjusts the diamond encrusted strap of her bag, before turning and opening the door.
at the bottom of the steps, stands ken by his car, here to pick her up. barbie walks out, pink lips carved into a delicate smile. she raises a hand to him, giving a quick wave. ❝ hi ken! ❞ closing the door behind her, the automated lock clicks. and she descends the steps to him, taking it slow, what with the pink bodycon dress she dons, she'd rather not take a tumble on her front door steps right in-front of ken.
❝ i hope i didn't make you wait too long. i couldn't find my bag. ❞ a harmless little lie, she had chosen and laid out her outfit and matching accessories within hours of ken initially asking her out. she wants to look perfect for him. ❝ but you look amazing! i've never seen you wear this before? is it new? it really does suit you ken. i love it! ❞
it's just the barbiecore of outfits ...
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“ oh, you didn’t have to! ” and yet, alice brushes the dirt from her hands on her skirt and happily reaches out and plucks what appears to be a scone from the top. it’s a welcome distraction from tired fingers and wrists, exchanging seeds and the promise of a blooming garden and future for something that has well passed that stage. she never got the baking thing down. no matter how she tried, her efforts always seemed to be in vain — thankfully barbie didn’t have the same ill luck as alice.
the scone, as alice expects, is delicious. she’s had yet to try something that her best friend made that she hasn’t liked, and it appears it won’t happen anytime soon. “ you have to teach me these recipes. i’m hopeless at baking. ” she says after taking another bite. “ maybe we can make a pie with my strawberries after they’re in bloom. do you know how to do that? ”
cheeks fill with a soft pink hue, she shrugs. she didn't have to, but she wanted to. ensuring her friend did not go hungry as she tended to their garden, but also to get in some practice time. her baked goods, made from memory alone. she hadn't thought the need to pack her grandmother's recipes when they left. there's so much she misses ... but must seek farewells to what will never be seen again.
❝ but i wanted too! i need you to taste test them for me. and be completely honest! i can handle it. i want them to be perfect if we're to sell them at market. ❞ or that's the plan anyway. she then gasps, sudden and stemming from sheer excitement. barbie sits higher up onto her knees.
❝ strawberry pie?! oh, yes! i mean, i'm not quite sure, but we'll figure it out. gosh, strawberries fresh from the garden in a pie, my mouth's watering already. ❞ smile begins to calm, a sincere moment presents itself. ❝ ... i'm so glad we did this alice. ❞
@vntagetee, president barbie. “ and i’m great at doing stuff. ” ﹙ ˡʸʳⁱᶜˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵏᵉⁿ.﹚
❝ you are! ❞ barbie beams, saccharine laughter spilling out between her wide grin. ❝ and that's why you're our president. you're the greatest at BEING president. ❞ she reaches for the other's hand, giving them a tight squeeze as her body too tightens from bursting excitement. ❝ but you're also excellent at volleyball. i think a rematch is in order, don't you? ❞
@wr1tten, skipper roberts. “ i’m always number two. ” ﹙ ˡʸʳⁱᶜˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵏᵉⁿ.﹚
with gentle furrowing, barbie slips through the cracked door, and lowers herself down onto the ground, beside skipper with their backs to bed's footboard. ❝ what do you mean always? ❞ the eldest asks, with knees brought up to her chest. seeing her sister upset, any of her sisters, cracked barbie's chest wide open. she wanted nothing more than to gather them into her warmth, plant kisses into their hair, with whisper promises that everything will be alright.
but skipper's older now — and not so little anymore. what's upsetting skipper, or worrying her, barbie cannot begin to mend, until she knows where the tears began. a gentle hum passes by pink colored lips, as she gently nudges shoulder into shoulder. ❝ skipper? you know you can talk to me, right? whatever it may be. i'm always here to listen. ❞ soft, comforting smile forms. the eldest pushes back a strand of her sister's hair behind her ear. ❝ ... are you feeling left out? ❞
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There were only whispers about this particular Jedi Knight, brief words exchanged with a description, but nothing to give Obi-Wan Kenobi an opinion on the matter as he boarded the ship containing the 16th Clone Regiment.
With polite nods here and there, he felt almost aloof here in a place where people seemed to not know him. With the exception of the clone armor over his robes, the only indication of his position as a Jedi would be the insignia on his shoulder.
"Excuse me?" Obi-Wan asked as he spotted someone that seemed not apart of the ordinary crew but also not a clone. "I am looking for Knight Barbie?"
far from the heat of battle — the victories you hear over the holonet, and in daily discussions with the council. jedi knight barbara roberts and her 16th clone regiment are not battle worn like the others. they search the stars, far from the inner core and her planets protected securely by the republic, to find those in need of a helping hand. planets susceptible to the separatists way, through no fault of their own.
but what started as a peaceful mission, has turned sour. and the need for a jedi, more efficient in these handlings was requested by barbie herself. a desperate plea for help. and help's arrived, in the shape of a drop ship landing in the hangar.
the jedi's near finished with an officer, when the voice of help speaks behind her. her conversation is neatly wrapped up, before she whips around, a head of blonde carefully braided into a side braid follows with. ❝ ah, master kenobi! i'm so happy to see you made it aboard. ❞ she gleams, stepping towards him. ❝ that'll be me. hi! i'm barbie. though, i must say, i wish we were meeting under different circumstances. i've got so much i'd just love to ask you. ❞
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@justsken, ken carson. ᵖˡᵒᵗᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ.
❝ they offered me a contract, ken. ❞ she quietly admits, with eyes cast down. she cannot bear to look at him, not when she can perfectly envision the look on his face, and even that hurt to see. she never wants to hurt him, they're best friends, until the very end. glued together, once kids that tied their shoelaces together to never be separated. she's now pulling away.
at the end of her driveway, with her bags, her entire life stored inside them. he'd caught her in the act, where she'd otherwise hoped for an easier getaway. ❝ me, ken. they want me. can you believe it? ❞ a ghost of a smile, she lifts her shoulders to try and cower behind. ❝ mom's not... so over the moon i'm turning down my willow's scholarship. but this is what i want. it's my dream. ❞ tears well, as teeth sink into her trembling bottom lip before reiterating, ❝ it's my dream, ken ... ❞
even though it had been pushed to the back of jyn's mind, she hasn't forgotten the reason she's here. she's traded one set of shackles for another ; though there's no longer a pair of binders on her wrists, she can still feel their weight pressing down on her. her mouth flattens into a thin line as she drops her hands. " i said i would try, your grace, " she replies woodenly. the only two people who know what he'd done to her on tamsye prime are her and saw ; the alliance likely thinks she'd decided to leave him all those years ago. the cave in her mind threatens to swallow her entirely. " i can't promise anything. "
barbie's never met saw gerrera, only knows him by name and reputation. but even in sheltered places, like gardania. words of gerrera travel fast. he's a name unspoken in the imperial senate. but even still, carries heavy weight. a constant thorn in the empire's side, the occasional problem for bail and mothma, but currently, the rebellion's only hope of recovering the newest in imperial intel.
❝ well, thank you for saying you'll at least try. ❞ the foundation of her smile is without crack, she's the funny suspicion none have yet to thank her. ❝ though, i expect they weren't too pleased with that answer. things have been a little... tense around here. more so than usual. ❞ teeth bite lower lip and shoulders tense. ❝ whatever saw's got, it's got senator organa and mothma on edge. they'd deny it, of course. but i can see it in their eyes... ❞
barbie doesn't drink tea or coffee. she prefers cool drinks over hot drinks. she doesn't have the patience to wait for them to cool down. she does yoga every morning, but only sometimes at night, as she tends to forget or is too tired and says she'll do her regiment properly tomorrow (she never does). she's got a mean sweet tooth, cupcakes are the way to her heart. when she's bored, she'll use common household things such as curtains or pillowcases to make new clothes. she hasn't seen many classic films, but loves reality television. as a teenager she held down about four jobs at a time before signing with the handler modelling agency. the malibu dreamhouse is half a home, half a tourist attraction. when she isn't in residence, it's opened to the public, free of charge for a short tour. her new york townhouse is her favorite "dreamhouse", that's her home. she's a horse girl.
@justsken @kennergy CAN YOU BOTH STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR BEACH BALLS?!?!??!
