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@thisbarbieismagical
This Barbie is a Witch.
Written by Nightshade or Night. Mun is 25+
This is a work in progress blog. I mostly wanted Witch Barbie up and running. I will be updating with an about page, and headcanons, next week.
No godmodding.
Open to multishipping
Muse is straight and heterosexual
Open to the multiverse.
Verses: Doll from Barbieland, Lifesize- doll turned human.
The Barbie 80th anniversary Frankie skullector doll is so pretty it hurts
Back for Magical Shenanigans
I have returned from the void of having no internet. Please let me know if you'd like to interact.
Small wooden Shack: Our muses are exploring abandoned buildings
&.
Desert Bluffs: Our muses have entered a world where everything is wrong.
@cantevenbeachhere
Barbie felt a chill go down her spine, as she read an old magazine, she had stopped by an antique shop, and apparently a magazine warranted from six months ago, counted as one. Who knew?
However, it was the main article that caught her by surprise. Abandoned Places. How did Barbieland even have abandoned places? An abandoned shopping mall graced the glossy pages of the magazine. And Witch Barbie gasped aloud in both horror and astonishment. A mall? Of all places, a mall had become abandoned for tacky netural fashion choices.
However, the more she considered it while sipping her apple spiced tea, the more the wheels turned in her brain. Maybe there was stuff left behind there? Maybe she could find that party store that the article advertised, and get something splendid for Halloween? But, she couldn't possibly go by herself. There was only one Ken for the job. For adventure and extreme shopping.
---later---
"Pleassse, please, please. I'll trade you my limited edition mango sunblock? I'll do *anything* if you come with me to the abandoned mall?" She begged to Beach Ken's answering machine. Followed by a quickly mumbled. "I'll wear a kenough hoodie with you for a day? Please, I don't want to go to creepsville mall, by myself." She hung up the phone, satisfied that she could do no better plea.
“Quirky in like the best way,” Ken assured her with a big grin.
After she gave him instructions, he nodded to himself. “Totally. Got it. Left at the fork, totally bumpy.”
He made the turn, and he giggled in excitement. “Dude, this is gonna be great! I’m totally excited! And yeah, dude, this road is bumpy.”
"Thanks Ken." She returned the smile.
She made sure to recheck her directions even as the jeep shook slightly from the bumps in the road.
"We should have brought Kelly along. Did I tell you I have a kid now?" She blinked and paused, her eyes widened. "I mean- she's not my, my kid. But she's a Halloween Kelly and I took her in. So, she's kind of mind. Along with this cute orange fluffy cat, I named Mr. Kitty."
She stopped again, and looked at the map again. "You know. Since Barbie has sisters. I wanted one, you know? Of my own. Be that Barbie to a kid." She said that softly and forlornly. "Anyway, we take this road until we come up to a intersection of an abandoned barbie neighborhood and hook a right, and after five or ten miles we're there."
“Woah dude. You have a Kelly of your own? That’s awesome! That’s like so exciting for you!” Ken’s grin is wide and beaming for her as he took the road she pointed out to him in her instructions. “How do you feel about that, huh? How is it?”
"It's great really. We just decided on her pumpkin themed room and the hung all the paper bats from the ceiling. We are still talking about how come she can't have candy all the time." Barbie replied. "How about you, and your sister. How do you like being part of a family?"
“Sisters,” Ken corrected with a proud smile. “I got two now! And they like picked me to be their brother, isn’t that wild? Like they picked me. It makes me feel all special!”
His excitement softened some as he continued, “And it’s totally awesome, ya know? I mean I’ve got Tommy, and he’s the best lil brother like ever but he’s also like 7 and lives with my mom in a totally different part of Barbie Land. So these sisters are totally cool to have.”
She grinned at his enthusiasm, and raked a hand through her hair. "I love my new little sister but, I wonder if parent Barbies would be better for her." She blanced at a thought. Did Barbie the og have family somewhere? "It is awesome to see you so happy, honestly."
Night Vale Harbor and Waterfront Recreation Area: Our muses are looking at a tourist trap that has no business existing.
@peace-of-cake
Barbie was flabbergasted. She couldn't register what she was looking at, of course, she knew what she was looking at. A mansion, a pale pink and white one, in the middle of the woods. However, she was supposed to be meeting Baker Barbie at the world's smallest pie restaurant.
However, a wrong turn down a gravel road and she was looking at this random house, that had a billboard for the Mystic Retreat and Spa next to it. This was supposed to be some kind of vacation resort, but it looked like it hadn't been inhabited in years. No, had anyone she had ever met, mentioned this eerie building. It seemed to spawn out of no where. According to the sign, there were vacancies, good to know.
Shaking her head out of her stupor, she headed back to the main road, and drove around until she located the pie shop. Once inside, she flagged down her friend and ordered a coffee to warm off the chill that ran down her spine.
"I'm sorry, I'm late. I got turned around, and ended up at this creepy pale pink house, building thing. Some kind of old resort. But, it's been there forever and who uses salmon pink on anything? Want to go check it out with me?"
"One triple plum a la mode, please!" Barbie the Baker chirped. Not only was the pie shop tiny, but the pie that came out was too! It was an entire pie but probably didn't have much more to it than a normal slice. It was CUTE though! The sugar sprinkle? The little schmear of plum compote? The plum blossom-shaped crust?? Color her in love! Oh my gosh AND there was cinnamon baked in!!!
She was almost finished her pie before she remembered...she was supposed to be meeting her friend here. Oops. That was embarrassing. Probably a good thing no one was around to see it, at least. Still...where was Barbie? She stirred the partly melted ice cream around her dish as she wondered whether to worry or feel snubbed. Not that Barbie would ever just drop plans with her on purpose. It was a stupid feeling to feel, but sometimes the thought just popped into her head uninvited.
No, it would make more sense to worry. Either Barbie had something unexpected come up, or she was in trouble. By the time she reached these thoughts, her friend appeared with strange tidings and swept all those thoughts from her head.
"Salmon?" she returned incredulously. "We haven't seen that since the eighties! Can I get a shoofly to go?" she yelled toward the counter, hurriedly scrabbling her things together.
Barbie looked confused, as the house looked like an older dreamhouse, far older than most she had seen. There's no telling, whay secrets hid behind that fishy pink.
"It looks to be from the 60s, very Mod. Do you think it's haunted? I didn't wear ghost-be-gone today, only sun screen and bug spray. Both pumpkin scented." She asked in all seriousness, looking concerned at her lack of ghost proofing.
"I'll drive us there. It's only fifteen minutes away from here, or the creepy road at least."
"Do you think shoofly pie will count? Ghosts fly, so I think they have to listen," Barbie joked, grabbing the little box off the counter. Considering that this was the only table in the tiniest of tiny pie shops, her seat was taken immediately. "Either way, I'm game! I mean, if no one else has ever heard of this place, that means you're the only one who knows it's there. If there's a mystery there, we're the only ones who can solve it!"
She nodded in agreement, looking longingly a slice of pumpkin pie. Oh, how she wished that she could get just get a tiny bit. However, this was an emergency. A mystery emergency, and possibly a fashion emergency. She hoped her pastel purple sandals were the right kind of footwear for this situation. "Yeah. And it means whatever is in there.... Could be vintage. I am so itching to fill up my jeep with vintage stuff. Plus, figure out how come no one has ever heard of the place." She paused at a thought. "Do you think there's a Barbie missing from Barbieland?"
"Ohh, I wonder," Barbie said as she followed her friend. "There's plenty of discontinued dolls nobody's seen in a while...And Crafting Barbie went missing for a little bit, but she's back now and I don't think that was a haunting. It is super weird that we haven't heard about this place before now though."
She clapped her hands together, her eyes alit with an excited gleam. "What if it's haunted? What if we discover a lost tribe of Barbies. Or aliens? Ghost or Aliens? Which would you prefer?" She frowned at the mention of CB's kidnapping. "I heard about that on the news. Is she okay?" She had been practicing her dance moves for her all out halloween bash coming up/birthday party- and sadly sprained her ankle, so had unable to check in on her returned friend. "Maybe the house has mold? Or bugs."
"Barbie is okay now, I think. She has us if she ever needs it. As for ghosts or aliens.... Well, that one old lady ghost Ruth seemed awful nice, so I think I'll chance it with ghosts." This seemed perfectly logical. The mystery of the Impossible Dream House was tantalizing, and now she just had to know, eagerly nodding along with Witch Barbie's speculations. "Or mold AND bugs!"
"You're right." She said firmly. "She does have us, I totally hex the bad guy or spell her a cupcake that makes her giggle every five minutes. So she feels better, you know?"
"I think it would be cool to meet a ghost or alien barbie. And Ruth is nice. I've talked to her through my crystal ball before. Also what about bugs that look like mold? We could discover something new like that there."
She led the way out to her pink barbie jeep. "Hop in. I'll drive."
The pie seemed to squirm in Barbie's belly at the thought of bugs that didn't look like bugs. She was mostly okay with beetles and butterflies, and she loved snails so sliminess wasn't an issue. "If I see a chunk of mold just pop out legs and start walking, there will definitely be a ghost, and that ghost will be me." She said it with a grin, but was only half-joking.
Still, none of the speculation was enough to deter her from sliding into Barbie's jeep and putting on her seatbelt. If anything, it made her more curious to find out what was actually there...even if it was ghosts or aliens or icky mold bugs.
Barbie laughed, but good naturedly at her friends comment. "I promise to protect you from moldly bugs. Cross my heart, swear." She crossed her fingers over her heart, and climbed into the driver's seat.
"It shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes to get there."
---- fifteen minutes later----
The road became bumpy, unpaved and full of pot holes, and through mud and weeds, her jeep kept trucking on, until they stopped in front of the salmon ghost house.
Small wooden Shack: Our muses are exploring abandoned buildings
&.
Desert Bluffs: Our muses have entered a world where everything is wrong.
@cantevenbeachhere
Barbie felt a chill go down her spine, as she read an old magazine, she had stopped by an antique shop, and apparently a magazine warranted from six months ago, counted as one. Who knew?
However, it was the main article that caught her by surprise. Abandoned Places. How did Barbieland even have abandoned places? An abandoned shopping mall graced the glossy pages of the magazine. And Witch Barbie gasped aloud in both horror and astonishment. A mall? Of all places, a mall had become abandoned for tacky netural fashion choices.
However, the more she considered it while sipping her apple spiced tea, the more the wheels turned in her brain. Maybe there was stuff left behind there? Maybe she could find that party store that the article advertised, and get something splendid for Halloween? But, she couldn't possibly go by herself. There was only one Ken for the job. For adventure and extreme shopping.
---later---
"Pleassse, please, please. I'll trade you my limited edition mango sunblock? I'll do *anything* if you come with me to the abandoned mall?" She begged to Beach Ken's answering machine. Followed by a quickly mumbled. "I'll wear a kenough hoodie with you for a day? Please, I don't want to go to creepsville mall, by myself." She hung up the phone, satisfied that she could do no better plea.
“Quirky in like the best way,” Ken assured her with a big grin.
After she gave him instructions, he nodded to himself. “Totally. Got it. Left at the fork, totally bumpy.”
He made the turn, and he giggled in excitement. “Dude, this is gonna be great! I’m totally excited! And yeah, dude, this road is bumpy.”
"Thanks Ken." She returned the smile.
She made sure to recheck her directions even as the jeep shook slightly from the bumps in the road.
"We should have brought Kelly along. Did I tell you I have a kid now?" She blinked and paused, her eyes widened. "I mean- she's not my, my kid. But she's a Halloween Kelly and I took her in. So, she's kind of mind. Along with this cute orange fluffy cat, I named Mr. Kitty."
She stopped again, and looked at the map again. "You know. Since Barbie has sisters. I wanted one, you know? Of my own. Be that Barbie to a kid." She said that softly and forlornly. "Anyway, we take this road until we come up to a intersection of an abandoned barbie neighborhood and hook a right, and after five or ten miles we're there."
“Woah dude. You have a Kelly of your own? That’s awesome! That’s like so exciting for you!” Ken’s grin is wide and beaming for her as he took the road she pointed out to him in her instructions. “How do you feel about that, huh? How is it?”
"It's great really. We just decided on her pumpkin themed room and the hung all the paper bats from the ceiling. We are still talking about how come she can't have candy all the time." Barbie replied. "How about you, and your sister. How do you like being part of a family?"
Starter
It was a rainy day adventure for Barbie, who now had taken to naming herself Wanda, after her pink plastic wand. She was currently casting a spell on a puddle, trying to summon a fish.
"Here fishy fishy." She waved her wand and gave a little jump. "Abracadabra! Gold fish appear."
Night Vale Harbor and Waterfront Recreation Area: Our muses are looking at a tourist trap that has no business existing.
@peace-of-cake
Barbie was flabbergasted. She couldn't register what she was looking at, of course, she knew what she was looking at. A mansion, a pale pink and white one, in the middle of the woods. However, she was supposed to be meeting Baker Barbie at the world's smallest pie restaurant.
However, a wrong turn down a gravel road and she was looking at this random house, that had a billboard for the Mystic Retreat and Spa next to it. This was supposed to be some kind of vacation resort, but it looked like it hadn't been inhabited in years. No, had anyone she had ever met, mentioned this eerie building. It seemed to spawn out of no where. According to the sign, there were vacancies, good to know.
Shaking her head out of her stupor, she headed back to the main road, and drove around until she located the pie shop. Once inside, she flagged down her friend and ordered a coffee to warm off the chill that ran down her spine.
"I'm sorry, I'm late. I got turned around, and ended up at this creepy pale pink house, building thing. Some kind of old resort. But, it's been there forever and who uses salmon pink on anything? Want to go check it out with me?"
"One triple plum a la mode, please!" Barbie the Baker chirped. Not only was the pie shop tiny, but the pie that came out was too! It was an entire pie but probably didn't have much more to it than a normal slice. It was CUTE though! The sugar sprinkle? The little schmear of plum compote? The plum blossom-shaped crust?? Color her in love! Oh my gosh AND there was cinnamon baked in!!!
She was almost finished her pie before she remembered...she was supposed to be meeting her friend here. Oops. That was embarrassing. Probably a good thing no one was around to see it, at least. Still...where was Barbie? She stirred the partly melted ice cream around her dish as she wondered whether to worry or feel snubbed. Not that Barbie would ever just drop plans with her on purpose. It was a stupid feeling to feel, but sometimes the thought just popped into her head uninvited.
No, it would make more sense to worry. Either Barbie had something unexpected come up, or she was in trouble. By the time she reached these thoughts, her friend appeared with strange tidings and swept all those thoughts from her head.
"Salmon?" she returned incredulously. "We haven't seen that since the eighties! Can I get a shoofly to go?" she yelled toward the counter, hurriedly scrabbling her things together.
Barbie looked confused, as the house looked like an older dreamhouse, far older than most she had seen. There's no telling, whay secrets hid behind that fishy pink.
"It looks to be from the 60s, very Mod. Do you think it's haunted? I didn't wear ghost-be-gone today, only sun screen and bug spray. Both pumpkin scented." She asked in all seriousness, looking concerned at her lack of ghost proofing.
"I'll drive us there. It's only fifteen minutes away from here, or the creepy road at least."
"Do you think shoofly pie will count? Ghosts fly, so I think they have to listen," Barbie joked, grabbing the little box off the counter. Considering that this was the only table in the tiniest of tiny pie shops, her seat was taken immediately. "Either way, I'm game! I mean, if no one else has ever heard of this place, that means you're the only one who knows it's there. If there's a mystery there, we're the only ones who can solve it!"
She nodded in agreement, looking longingly a slice of pumpkin pie. Oh, how she wished that she could get just get a tiny bit. However, this was an emergency. A mystery emergency, and possibly a fashion emergency. She hoped her pastel purple sandals were the right kind of footwear for this situation. "Yeah. And it means whatever is in there.... Could be vintage. I am so itching to fill up my jeep with vintage stuff. Plus, figure out how come no one has ever heard of the place." She paused at a thought. "Do you think there's a Barbie missing from Barbieland?"
"Ohh, I wonder," Barbie said as she followed her friend. "There's plenty of discontinued dolls nobody's seen in a while...And Crafting Barbie went missing for a little bit, but she's back now and I don't think that was a haunting. It is super weird that we haven't heard about this place before now though."
She clapped her hands together, her eyes alit with an excited gleam. "What if it's haunted? What if we discover a lost tribe of Barbies. Or aliens? Ghost or Aliens? Which would you prefer?" She frowned at the mention of CB's kidnapping. "I heard about that on the news. Is she okay?" She had been practicing her dance moves for her all out halloween bash coming up/birthday party- and sadly sprained her ankle, so had unable to check in on her returned friend. "Maybe the house has mold? Or bugs."
"Barbie is okay now, I think. She has us if she ever needs it. As for ghosts or aliens.... Well, that one old lady ghost Ruth seemed awful nice, so I think I'll chance it with ghosts." This seemed perfectly logical. The mystery of the Impossible Dream House was tantalizing, and now she just had to know, eagerly nodding along with Witch Barbie's speculations. "Or mold AND bugs!"
"You're right." She said firmly. "She does have us, I totally hex the bad guy or spell her a cupcake that makes her giggle every five minutes. So she feels better, you know?"
"I think it would be cool to meet a ghost or alien barbie. And Ruth is nice. I've talked to her through my crystal ball before. Also what about bugs that look like mold? We could discover something new like that there."
She led the way out to her pink barbie jeep. "Hop in. I'll drive."
Small wooden Shack: Our muses are exploring abandoned buildings
&.
Desert Bluffs: Our muses have entered a world where everything is wrong.
@cantevenbeachhere
Barbie felt a chill go down her spine, as she read an old magazine, she had stopped by an antique shop, and apparently a magazine warranted from six months ago, counted as one. Who knew?
However, it was the main article that caught her by surprise. Abandoned Places. How did Barbieland even have abandoned places? An abandoned shopping mall graced the glossy pages of the magazine. And Witch Barbie gasped aloud in both horror and astonishment. A mall? Of all places, a mall had become abandoned for tacky netural fashion choices.
However, the more she considered it while sipping her apple spiced tea, the more the wheels turned in her brain. Maybe there was stuff left behind there? Maybe she could find that party store that the article advertised, and get something splendid for Halloween? But, she couldn't possibly go by herself. There was only one Ken for the job. For adventure and extreme shopping.
---later---
"Pleassse, please, please. I'll trade you my limited edition mango sunblock? I'll do *anything* if you come with me to the abandoned mall?" She begged to Beach Ken's answering machine. Followed by a quickly mumbled. "I'll wear a kenough hoodie with you for a day? Please, I don't want to go to creepsville mall, by myself." She hung up the phone, satisfied that she could do no better plea.
“Quirky in like the best way,” Ken assured her with a big grin.
After she gave him instructions, he nodded to himself. “Totally. Got it. Left at the fork, totally bumpy.”
He made the turn, and he giggled in excitement. “Dude, this is gonna be great! I’m totally excited! And yeah, dude, this road is bumpy.”
"Thanks Ken." She returned the smile.
She made sure to recheck her directions even as the jeep shook slightly from the bumps in the road.
"We should have brought Kelly along. Did I tell you I have a kid now?" She blinked and paused, her eyes widened. "I mean- she's not my, my kid. But she's a Halloween Kelly and I took her in. So, she's kind of mind. Along with this cute orange fluffy cat, I named Mr. Kitty."
She stopped again, and looked at the map again. "You know. Since Barbie has sisters. I wanted one, you know? Of my own. Be that Barbie to a kid." She said that softly and forlornly. "Anyway, we take this road until we come up to a intersection of an abandoned barbie neighborhood and hook a right, and after five or ten miles we're there."
Hi Barbie! Glad to see you around again. Um, these are for you.
💐💐
Just trying to bring some cheer to Barbieland. I hope you like them. It's okay if you're not a fan of flowers, though.
( @kensanthemum-garden )
" Yeah, I got stuck in my house with a sprained ankle. Awww. Flowers for me? How very thoughtful. What a lovely arrangement. Thanks Ken. You definitely brought cheer to my day. " She smiles brightly.
Night Vale Harbor and Waterfront Recreation Area: Our muses are looking at a tourist trap that has no business existing.
@peace-of-cake
Barbie was flabbergasted. She couldn't register what she was looking at, of course, she knew what she was looking at. A mansion, a pale pink and white one, in the middle of the woods. However, she was supposed to be meeting Baker Barbie at the world's smallest pie restaurant.
However, a wrong turn down a gravel road and she was looking at this random house, that had a billboard for the Mystic Retreat and Spa next to it. This was supposed to be some kind of vacation resort, but it looked like it hadn't been inhabited in years. No, had anyone she had ever met, mentioned this eerie building. It seemed to spawn out of no where. According to the sign, there were vacancies, good to know.
Shaking her head out of her stupor, she headed back to the main road, and drove around until she located the pie shop. Once inside, she flagged down her friend and ordered a coffee to warm off the chill that ran down her spine.
"I'm sorry, I'm late. I got turned around, and ended up at this creepy pale pink house, building thing. Some kind of old resort. But, it's been there forever and who uses salmon pink on anything? Want to go check it out with me?"
"One triple plum a la mode, please!" Barbie the Baker chirped. Not only was the pie shop tiny, but the pie that came out was too! It was an entire pie but probably didn't have much more to it than a normal slice. It was CUTE though! The sugar sprinkle? The little schmear of plum compote? The plum blossom-shaped crust?? Color her in love! Oh my gosh AND there was cinnamon baked in!!!
She was almost finished her pie before she remembered...she was supposed to be meeting her friend here. Oops. That was embarrassing. Probably a good thing no one was around to see it, at least. Still...where was Barbie? She stirred the partly melted ice cream around her dish as she wondered whether to worry or feel snubbed. Not that Barbie would ever just drop plans with her on purpose. It was a stupid feeling to feel, but sometimes the thought just popped into her head uninvited.
No, it would make more sense to worry. Either Barbie had something unexpected come up, or she was in trouble. By the time she reached these thoughts, her friend appeared with strange tidings and swept all those thoughts from her head.
"Salmon?" she returned incredulously. "We haven't seen that since the eighties! Can I get a shoofly to go?" she yelled toward the counter, hurriedly scrabbling her things together.
Barbie looked confused, as the house looked like an older dreamhouse, far older than most she had seen. There's no telling, whay secrets hid behind that fishy pink.
"It looks to be from the 60s, very Mod. Do you think it's haunted? I didn't wear ghost-be-gone today, only sun screen and bug spray. Both pumpkin scented." She asked in all seriousness, looking concerned at her lack of ghost proofing.
"I'll drive us there. It's only fifteen minutes away from here, or the creepy road at least."
"Do you think shoofly pie will count? Ghosts fly, so I think they have to listen," Barbie joked, grabbing the little box off the counter. Considering that this was the only table in the tiniest of tiny pie shops, her seat was taken immediately. "Either way, I'm game! I mean, if no one else has ever heard of this place, that means you're the only one who knows it's there. If there's a mystery there, we're the only ones who can solve it!"
She nodded in agreement, looking longingly a slice of pumpkin pie. Oh, how she wished that she could get just get a tiny bit. However, this was an emergency. A mystery emergency, and possibly a fashion emergency. She hoped her pastel purple sandals were the right kind of footwear for this situation. "Yeah. And it means whatever is in there.... Could be vintage. I am so itching to fill up my jeep with vintage stuff. Plus, figure out how come no one has ever heard of the place." She paused at a thought. "Do you think there's a Barbie missing from Barbieland?"
"Ohh, I wonder," Barbie said as she followed her friend. "There's plenty of discontinued dolls nobody's seen in a while...And Crafting Barbie went missing for a little bit, but she's back now and I don't think that was a haunting. It is super weird that we haven't heard about this place before now though."
She clapped her hands together, her eyes alit with an excited gleam. "What if it's haunted? What if we discover a lost tribe of Barbies. Or aliens? Ghost or Aliens? Which would you prefer?" She frowned at the mention of CB's kidnapping. "I heard about that on the news. Is she okay?" She had been practicing her dance moves for her all out halloween bash coming up/birthday party- and sadly sprained her ankle, so had unable to check in on her returned friend. "Maybe the house has mold? Or bugs."
Night Vale Harbor and Waterfront Recreation Area: Our muses are looking at a tourist trap that has no business existing.
@peace-of-cake
Barbie was flabbergasted. She couldn't register what she was looking at, of course, she knew what she was looking at. A mansion, a pale pink and white one, in the middle of the woods. However, she was supposed to be meeting Baker Barbie at the world's smallest pie restaurant.
However, a wrong turn down a gravel road and she was looking at this random house, that had a billboard for the Mystic Retreat and Spa next to it. This was supposed to be some kind of vacation resort, but it looked like it hadn't been inhabited in years. No, had anyone she had ever met, mentioned this eerie building. It seemed to spawn out of no where. According to the sign, there were vacancies, good to know.
Shaking her head out of her stupor, she headed back to the main road, and drove around until she located the pie shop. Once inside, she flagged down her friend and ordered a coffee to warm off the chill that ran down her spine.
"I'm sorry, I'm late. I got turned around, and ended up at this creepy pale pink house, building thing. Some kind of old resort. But, it's been there forever and who uses salmon pink on anything? Want to go check it out with me?"
"One triple plum a la mode, please!" Barbie the Baker chirped. Not only was the pie shop tiny, but the pie that came out was too! It was an entire pie but probably didn't have much more to it than a normal slice. It was CUTE though! The sugar sprinkle? The little schmear of plum compote? The plum blossom-shaped crust?? Color her in love! Oh my gosh AND there was cinnamon baked in!!!
She was almost finished her pie before she remembered...she was supposed to be meeting her friend here. Oops. That was embarrassing. Probably a good thing no one was around to see it, at least. Still...where was Barbie? She stirred the partly melted ice cream around her dish as she wondered whether to worry or feel snubbed. Not that Barbie would ever just drop plans with her on purpose. It was a stupid feeling to feel, but sometimes the thought just popped into her head uninvited.
No, it would make more sense to worry. Either Barbie had something unexpected come up, or she was in trouble. By the time she reached these thoughts, her friend appeared with strange tidings and swept all those thoughts from her head.
"Salmon?" she returned incredulously. "We haven't seen that since the eighties! Can I get a shoofly to go?" she yelled toward the counter, hurriedly scrabbling her things together.
Barbie looked confused, as the house looked like an older dreamhouse, far older than most she had seen. There's no telling, whay secrets hid behind that fishy pink.
"It looks to be from the 60s, very Mod. Do you think it's haunted? I didn't wear ghost-be-gone today, only sun screen and bug spray. Both pumpkin scented." She asked in all seriousness, looking concerned at her lack of ghost proofing.
"I'll drive us there. It's only fifteen minutes away from here, or the creepy road at least."
"Do you think shoofly pie will count? Ghosts fly, so I think they have to listen," Barbie joked, grabbing the little box off the counter. Considering that this was the only table in the tiniest of tiny pie shops, her seat was taken immediately. "Either way, I'm game! I mean, if no one else has ever heard of this place, that means you're the only one who knows it's there. If there's a mystery there, we're the only ones who can solve it!"
She nodded in agreement, looking longingly a slice of pumpkin pie. Oh, how she wished that she could get just get a tiny bit. However, this was an emergency. A mystery emergency, and possibly a fashion emergency. She hoped her pastel purple sandals were the right kind of footwear for this situation. "Yeah. And it means whatever is in there.... Could be vintage. I am so itching to fill up my jeep with vintage stuff. Plus, figure out how come no one has ever heard of the place." She paused at a thought. "Do you think there's a Barbie missing from Barbieland?"
Hey Barbies and their besties.
@thisbarbielovescraft @peace-of-cake
Do you guys mind if I continue our old threads? I miss writing with you guys.
Small wooden Shack: Our muses are exploring abandoned buildings
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Desert Bluffs: Our muses have entered a world where everything is wrong.
@cantevenbeachhere
Barbie felt a chill go down her spine, as she read an old magazine, she had stopped by an antique shop, and apparently a magazine warranted from six months ago, counted as one. Who knew?
However, it was the main article that caught her by surprise. Abandoned Places. How did Barbieland even have abandoned places? An abandoned shopping mall graced the glossy pages of the magazine. And Witch Barbie gasped aloud in both horror and astonishment. A mall? Of all places, a mall had become abandoned for tacky netural fashion choices.
However, the more she considered it while sipping her apple spiced tea, the more the wheels turned in her brain. Maybe there was stuff left behind there? Maybe she could find that party store that the article advertised, and get something splendid for Halloween? But, she couldn't possibly go by herself. There was only one Ken for the job. For adventure and extreme shopping.
---later---
"Pleassse, please, please. I'll trade you my limited edition mango sunblock? I'll do *anything* if you come with me to the abandoned mall?" She begged to Beach Ken's answering machine. Followed by a quickly mumbled. "I'll wear a kenough hoodie with you for a day? Please, I don't want to go to creepsville mall, by myself." She hung up the phone, satisfied that she could do no better plea.
“I totally know where that is,” Ken confirmed with a nod as he put the vehicle in motion. He was going to take the whole driving thing seriously because Witch Barbie asked him to do it, and plus it’s her car. He was going to do his very best with it.
“Dude, wouldn’t it be great if we found the inventory still there? We’d be finding aaaaaaall the good stuff!” After a pause, he said, “Wonder how come the mall was abandoned? I mean like, it’s a mall. Those are a pretty big deal in Barbie Land.”
"I am glad you know where you're going. Because, I haven't even been to that part of Barbie Land yet." Witch Barbie trusted Ken with her car, she had heard he was one of the oldest Ken's in Barbie land, and that his Barbie had left to the Real World forever. She was so curious, but thought better than to ask her friend, about his personal break up.
"Yes, that's what I am hoping for. Supposedly, they carried weird products. Or weird enough that it was abandoned. But what qualifies as weird?"
Ken opened his mouth to answer, but he stopped himself as he tried to put it into words. “Huh,” he said after a moment. “Good question. I’ve never actually been asked before. I think Weird is…”
What makes Weird Barbie Weird?
He wasn’t asking himself that in a mean way, but truthfully Weird Barbie was the only concrete example of Weird he knew.
“I think,” he said finally, “Weird is something that’s not Barbie Land norm. But with everything going during the whole,” he cleared his throat and mumbled, “Kendom thing,” then raised his voice to normal, “and after Barbie left, Barbie Land norm had been like kinda changing, so I guess maybe the definition of Weird is changing too.”
She nodded, in reverence. Like Ken had just explained the meaning of life to her. Heck, he probably was the wisest doll she knew. After all, he was the first Ken and had been to the real world before.
Barbie frowned for a moment, her eyes off in the distance. "We... Are kind of mean to her, aren't we? We are now, just a little weird now too. Since Barbie and the Kendom opened us up to change.... Maybe I should invite her for tea sometime."
She sighed and looked out the window, she too had been differently treated for a while, what with her pastel halloween obsession. But she had made some lasting friends, and that took away the sadness. Heck, she was on a best friend adventure right now.
Ken smiled brightly at the idea. “Yeah! Yeah, totally! That’s a great idea! I think you should, and I totally bet she’d like it. I bet she’d love your Dreamhouse and everything you’ve got in there too, ya know.”
She grinned at his demeanor. He always seemed to make her smile. "Yeah, my witchy little dreamhouse. Is kind of quirky, isn't it? Okay, so we should take a fork left at the road coming up, it's unpaved and a little uneven according to the locals I talked too."
Small wooden Shack: Our muses are exploring abandoned buildings
&.
Desert Bluffs: Our muses have entered a world where everything is wrong.
@cantevenbeachhere
Barbie felt a chill go down her spine, as she read an old magazine, she had stopped by an antique shop, and apparently a magazine warranted from six months ago, counted as one. Who knew?
However, it was the main article that caught her by surprise. Abandoned Places. How did Barbieland even have abandoned places? An abandoned shopping mall graced the glossy pages of the magazine. And Witch Barbie gasped aloud in both horror and astonishment. A mall? Of all places, a mall had become abandoned for tacky netural fashion choices.
However, the more she considered it while sipping her apple spiced tea, the more the wheels turned in her brain. Maybe there was stuff left behind there? Maybe she could find that party store that the article advertised, and get something splendid for Halloween? But, she couldn't possibly go by herself. There was only one Ken for the job. For adventure and extreme shopping.
---later---
"Pleassse, please, please. I'll trade you my limited edition mango sunblock? I'll do *anything* if you come with me to the abandoned mall?" She begged to Beach Ken's answering machine. Followed by a quickly mumbled. "I'll wear a kenough hoodie with you for a day? Please, I don't want to go to creepsville mall, by myself." She hung up the phone, satisfied that she could do no better plea.
“I totally know where that is,” Ken confirmed with a nod as he put the vehicle in motion. He was going to take the whole driving thing seriously because Witch Barbie asked him to do it, and plus it’s her car. He was going to do his very best with it.
“Dude, wouldn’t it be great if we found the inventory still there? We’d be finding aaaaaaall the good stuff!” After a pause, he said, “Wonder how come the mall was abandoned? I mean like, it’s a mall. Those are a pretty big deal in Barbie Land.”
"I am glad you know where you're going. Because, I haven't even been to that part of Barbie Land yet." Witch Barbie trusted Ken with her car, she had heard he was one of the oldest Ken's in Barbie land, and that his Barbie had left to the Real World forever. She was so curious, but thought better than to ask her friend, about his personal break up.
"Yes, that's what I am hoping for. Supposedly, they carried weird products. Or weird enough that it was abandoned. But what qualifies as weird?"
Ken opened his mouth to answer, but he stopped himself as he tried to put it into words. “Huh,” he said after a moment. “Good question. I’ve never actually been asked before. I think Weird is…”
What makes Weird Barbie Weird?
He wasn’t asking himself that in a mean way, but truthfully Weird Barbie was the only concrete example of Weird he knew.
“I think,” he said finally, “Weird is something that’s not Barbie Land norm. But with everything going during the whole,” he cleared his throat and mumbled, “Kendom thing,” then raised his voice to normal, “and after Barbie left, Barbie Land norm had been like kinda changing, so I guess maybe the definition of Weird is changing too.”
She nodded, in reverence. Like Ken had just explained the meaning of life to her. Heck, he probably was the wisest doll she knew. After all, he was the first Ken and had been to the real world before.
Barbie frowned for a moment, her eyes off in the distance. "We... Are kind of mean to her, aren't we? We are now, just a little weird now too. Since Barbie and the Kendom opened us up to change.... Maybe I should invite her for tea sometime."
She sighed and looked out the window, she too had been differently treated for a while, what with her pastel halloween obsession. But she had made some lasting friends, and that took away the sadness. Heck, she was on a best friend adventure right now.
I will return soon! I moved away to a new town and have been unpacking the entire house by myself mostly. That's why I haven't been around. Hit me up via messages if you wanna chat.
Sorry, I haven't been around, I've been working on my other blog. A minnie mouse one. @rockingthedots
