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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months

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Could you do a Ken (Ryan Gosling) X Male Reader X Ken (Simu Liu) SMUT? Their Rivalry turning Raunchy when it comes to the MR: Whose kisses are better, who is the better makeout partner, who can give better blowjobs(Resulting in MR getting a Double BJ from both), whose penis, balls, and cum are better and tastier, and finally whose Ass tastes and feels best! ;) ALSO if neither Ken's have genitalia, just smoothness, do they love it when MR rubs and licks them their, turning into moaning messes? ;)

Stereotypical Ken x Male Reader x Pompadour Ken

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I’ve learned the only way I can get in the mood to write about Ken is to listen to Bimbo Doll on repeat.

It’s gonna be so confusing saying stereotypical Ken and Pompadour Ken over and over, but I have no idea how else to refer to them 😭

How you ended up with not one but two kens following you around, you had no idea. Maybe it was the fact that you stole two of your sisters ken dolls as a kid, and used to play with them when you played with your ninja turtle toys and monster trucks.

Or maybe it was the fact that you worked at Mattel for like, a few months, and specifically had worked on outfits for Ken and only Ken. It meant you had some kind of connection to them, in some way.

Maybe it was also because you got dragged along with everything that happened with the Kens taking over barbieland, and you had to go save it with the rest.

Stereotypical Ken had been absolutely glowing when you said he looked pretty cute in his Kenough hoodie, and Pompadour Ken immediately seemed to hook onto that, for some reason. Being rivals just seemed to be in their blood, bodies? Plastic?

Now that stereotypical Ken knew how to get from Barbieland into the real world, you get used to him just showing up at your apartment sometimes. He would never tell Pompadour Ken how to get there, because he doesn’t want his rival to have that advantage, but they both figure it out at some point.

Any weaker man would have buckled or probably passed out from the blood rushing upwards and downwards at having two very attractive, not very bright but enthusiastic men, rubbing against you from both sides.

But you were not a weak man, for the most part. In the beginning their competitions were on the normal side. From whom could do the best backflip, to who could cook the best brownies, you never really questioned it, and somehow always made sure to keep their “score” equal.

Both Kens must have stumbled across more adult content, or the overexposure of being in the real world started giving them ideas, because you almost had a heart attack coming home from work one day and they both almost knocked you over, their lips immediately all pressing against your neck and chin.

You end up having to sit them down and scold them, but from then on it seems like a switch has been flipped inside stereotypical Ken and pompadour Ken.

Their competitions start becoming steamier, from kissing, to make outs, to full body massages. You aren’t complaining of course. It’s horrible for your ego, having two hot guys rubbing you all over and competing to see who can make the best hickey on your chest.

You almost get a nosebleed when you come home from work one day to see them both on speedos, comparing their bodies in front of a full body mirror you didn’t even know you owned.

You get lightheaded from how much blood is rushing downwards as they grope and squeeze each other, grumbling half compliments-half insults at each other. It ends up with you just leaning against the doorway and watching for a bit, because how can you not.

They both also seem so taken with you, especially when you come home from work, especially if you do a blue-collar job. It seems to tickle some kinda manliness nerve inside them, as they both seem so obsessed with your uniform or how rough your hands are.

Its kinda nice honestly, coming home to two attractive guys who are so excited to see you and please you in one way or another. It did catch you off guard the first time they scrambled into your lap, one on each thigh, Pompadour Ken stating you needed them to help figure out who the best kisser was.

Of course, you never ended up giving them a solid answer, which they quickly forgot, as both Kens seemed to become almost mindless and weak in the knees from just kissing alone.

When they first gain genitals, you bet your ass they’re comparing size, girth, hairs, anything. They would want your opinion too. You, being a bit of a tease, would go down on them and leave them both whining and whimpering as you suck them off.

The experience feels like some kind of awakening for them both, and you swear they’re gonna start throwing hands on who gets to go down on your first. You’ll have to remind them they can both go first, maybe by wording it like a competition.

It ends up extremely sloppy and with little finesse or skill, but by God are they enthusiastic. Two mouths on you at once, both looking up at you with those begging eyes of their, trying their damnest to make you cum.

After making you cum, both stereotypical Ken and pompadour Ken seem even more energized. You can expect to get head at least once a day from then on, some days even twice, as they don’t wanna share every time. I pray for you.

They become fiends are they get a hang of the internet, saying all kinds of dirty things to you and wanting to try so many different things. Stereotypical Ken would definitely want to ride you, and I can see pompadour Ken wanting you to eat him out till he’s crying into the pillow and shaking.

Its like having two dogs in heat running around sometimes, they’re gonna have to learn how to help each other, because you can in no way keep up, especially when their rivalry kicks up a notch like it does sometimes.

To have mercy on yourself and your body, you end up able to convince them that you can sit back and watch, and then pick a winner from there. They would still want you involved sometimes, or most times for that matter, since they are sure you can judge it better that way.

At some point you have to be careful when you have visitors over, as both Kens just take to walking around in the nude, because why cover up when they wanna show off to you?

They are both so beautiful in very way that you don’t mind most days, but you don’t wanna have someone over and then see the two of them making out on the couch, trying to settle who the best kisser is for the fourth time this week.

You still love them, even though they leave you feeling like a juice box with all the air sucked out, or more dehydrated than after a full day working in the sun. They’re your messy competitive boys, and you’d probably allow them to get away with anything if they looked at you with those pretty eyes of theirs and pouted.

They never end up being able to settle any of their competition with you after all, but at this point the competitions just seem like a cover or habit to get in the mood or get each other riled up.

Both Kens are pretty submissive by nature, which is why they pull out their rivalry most times when they wanna do something but both feel so shy to ask you to do it with them, and you might enable them a bit too much sometimes, but you all enjoy it too much to stop.

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johannestevans · 9 months

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Patriarchy does damage to us all, and Barbie (2023, dir. Greta Gerwig) clearly depicts that.

We went to see Greta Gerwig’s Barbie at the weekend and I was honestly surprised by how much I engaged with it — it’s a fun, entertaining flick, but where it really took me by surprise is in the three-dimensionality and nuance it applied to the male-female divide in the film, and especially the care it extends to its male characters.

As a gay man and especially as a trans one, I’m often left a little cold when it comes to some films’ explorations of gender dynamics — they often end up simplifying gender roles to a simple binary where men and women exist as homogenous blocks of society, assuming all men are masculine, all women are feminine, and assuming that all of them are cis and straight.

Barbie is refreshing for a few reasons — there aren’t many films where the titular female character proudly proclaims she hasn’t got a vagina — but one thing that really stood out to me was the variety in the male characters and the way that the film really criticises patriarchy whilst realising the ways in which patriarchy harms men in similar ways that it does women.

I honestly felt pretty seen and reflected in the character of Allan, who exists very much outside the expectations the cishet Kens project onto one another, and although the film doesn’t deeply explore queer relationships beyond the blatant gay vibes between Barbie and Gloria, it’s really unusual to see so many queer-coded characters in a film like this, particularly so many male ones.

Ken is kissed on the cheeks by his fellow Kens; there are multiple Kens with queer vibes; two of the businessmen hold hands as they run after Barbie. In general, the film doesn’t hold its male characters to the same stringent expectations of cishet masculinity so many films do — and there’s an inherent play with every male character’s gender in this film.

You get the sense watching it that part of the wonder of the world is that it exists in the minds of the kids playing with it, that it’s not yet tainted by the often obsessive focus many cishet adults have with binary gender roles.

Especially as a kid growing up, knowing I was different, knowing that I didn’t conform as certain adults wanted me to with strict gender roles as imposed on girls — or even boys — I was always aware that sometimes I or other kids would be playing with dolls and action figures, and adults would interrupt effectively to panic that we weren’t being strict enough about those toys’ imaginary genders.

The plot as it plays out in Barbie, larger than life as it is, feels similar to that process, funnily enough.

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#musings #barbie #barbie 2023 #stereotypical ken #allan barbie

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winxanity-ii · 8 months

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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐒

╚»★ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐊𝐞𝐧 x 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ★«╝

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff

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🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 2nd person; You/Your

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, ken manages to turn a chaotic concert night into a peaceful, starlit escape

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🇦‌/🇳‌‌: I haven't posted in two weeks—college is awesome but ya girl's drowning in work, not gonna lie. Also, my meal plan is on its last leg. So, you know, typical college struggles. 😅 Anyway, enjoy the new one-shot!

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In Barbieland, a realm of perennial glitz and glamour, your debut had a nebulous charm that left an imprint on everyone—just like a lingering constellation in the night sky. Though excitement always ran high with the introduction of a new Barbie, your presence was, quite literally, out of this world. You were the Astrophysicist Barbie, and you looked at the stars not as glinting trinkets but as complex systems begging to be understood.

You were a different kind of celestial body in this colorful universe. Your interests were nested in theories and complex algorithms that could predict the future of galaxies. And it wasn't just that. There was something about your focus that stood out. While everyone was busy mingling and attending fabulous parties, you'd often zone out, diving deep into your own world of thought. You weren't easily drawn into casual conversation; you preferred more 'orbital' talks that delved into the mysteries of the universe.

Nobody really judged you for it, but, one Ken seemed particularly infatuated. He was the stereotype of Ken: charismatic, outgoing, and so easily and completely smitten by your mysterious aura. In the world of Barbieland, where the narrative often revolved around Barbie, Ken had become accustomed to listening. With you, he found something extraordinary. It's as if he tapped into a wavelength he never knew existed, and in that newfound frequency, he relished being listened to—maybe for the first time ever.

He became your anchor. When words seemed too distant and unnecessary, he was your voice. If you whispered something, he'd amplify it for the world to hear. On occasions when you complimented him, he'd get adorably flustered. Once, a simple "You look handsome today" sent him crashing to the ground, only to get up and strike a smoldering pose, saying, "Thank you."

His interaction with you was as tactile as it was emotional. He found peace in the very details that made you, 'you'—like when he'd gently play with the ends of the box braids that frame your face or hold your hand, noticing how your fingers subtly recoiled before relaxing. The world saw a lively Ken become still and serene, as he sat in your presence, finding a solace he didn't know he was seeking.

There was a sense of mutual balance. Ken was the day to your night. He was talkative–the sun illuminating your universe, and you thrived in quiet moments–the calming darkness that gave his light purpose. Together, you were a cosmic ballet, an astral yin-yang, existing in a serene equilibrium, balancing each other out seamlessly.

Tonight, though, was special. Barbieland was hosting its grandest concert of the year, and you both had decided to attend together.

As soon as you and Ken stepped into the Dreamhouse, the room buzzed like a hive of electricity. The air was thick with the scent of various perfumes—floral, musky, sweet—all blending together in an intoxicating concoction. Barbies from all corners were gathered, radiant in their glamour and glitz, laughter sparkling like champagne bubbles.

"Astrophysicist Barbie!" A Barbie in a sequined dress exclaimed, her voice slicing through the ambient hum. "Your box braids are absolutely gorgeous!" Her eyes popped, basically radiating heart emojis.

"Thank you," you responded, your fingers lightly touching one of your braids, a little spark of satisfaction coursing through you.

Ken squeezed your hand reassuringly, beaming with pride. "She spent hours on them," he shared, nodding toward your hair, the whiff of his cologne a calming contrast to the ambient fragrance.

The two of you navigated the crowd like a ship through celestial bodies. Ken introduced you to old friends and some fresh faces, the timbre of his voice oscillating between a buttery smoothness and ecstatic peaks, every interaction accompanied by the light touch of his hand on your lower back.

"Barbie, it's so good to see you here!" Another Barbie’s words almost danced out of her mouth, her red curls bouncing to a rhythm of their own. "Aren't you excited for the main act?"

You nodded, though in reality, the rising crescendo of the music, chatter, the intensity of different perfumes, and the layered textures of bass and treble were starting to be a bit much. "I've been looking forward to it."

That's when it hit you—like an asteroid crashing into a placid moon. The music roared into a crescendo, and with it, the murmur of voices turned into a disorienting wall of sound. Layers of noise—laughter, bass, cheers—piled onto each other, each clamoring for attention. The twinkling high notes of a pop song cut through like stars piercing a dusky sky, and the drumming bass vibrated through the floor, reverberating in your chest as if your heart was suddenly drumming to an alien rhythm.

"Surprise act tonight, you in the know?" Leather-jacket Ken leaned in, shouting over the noise.

You tried to focus on his words, but the lights seemed to flash more vividly, colors blending into one another, each flash more disorienting than the last.

"I—uh—" Words slipped through your fingers like sand.

Ken sensed your struggle, almost as if reading your mind, and was by your side immediately. "I think we have, but Barbie and I wanted it to remain a surprise," he chimed in, attempting to take over the conversation and offer you a respite.

It was like your senses were drowning—your nerves felt like electric wires, buzzing and short-circuited. Your ears were like black holes, pulling in all of sound until it morphed into a gravitational mass of incomprehensible noise. Everything blurred into a dizzying mess.

"Barbie?" Ken's voice broke through the din, his face etched with concern. "Are you okay?"

"I…" you started, "It's just a bit much."

He immediately understood, wrapping an arm protectively around you. "Let's find a quieter spot," he suggested, guiding you away from the heart of the event and towards solace.

Ken’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist as the two of you made your way to the concert's exit. The pulsating lights and resonating beats grew fainter with each step, replaced by the promise of quietude and the comforting cool of the night.

Almost there, you thought, just a few more steps to the door.

However, as you neared the door, a distinctive voice, melodic with a hint of mischief, chimed in, “Leaving so soon, lovebirds?”

Both of you halted to find Cabaret Dancer Barbie, her flapper dress sparkling under the party lights, her vibrant red lips upturned in a teasing smile. With her reputation for being sharp-witted and playfully blunt, she was hard to miss in any gathering.

"Ken~," she purred, shooting him a mock-disapproving look, "taking this precious gem away before the night’s even reached its crescendo? And just when I was about to showcase my new dance routine!"

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, not used to being the center of such playful attention. Ken, ever the charmer, responded with a grin, "Well, Cabaret, some moments are meant to be private. Besides, Barbie and I had planned on some quiet time tonight.”

Cabaret Dancer Barbie stepped closer, giving you a once-over before winking conspiratorially. "Quiet time, huh? Should I be worried about what you two are getting up to?" She laughed, her voice tinkling like chimes.

You could feel the flush deepening, words failing you. However, Ken, picking up on your discomfort, chuckled lightly, steering the conversation. "Just some innocent stargazing, I assure you. But knowing Astrophysicist Barbie and her love for the stars, it might just be the highlight of our evening.”

Cabaret Dancer Barbie laughed heartily. “Well, if it's the stars you're after, I won’t keep you. But Barbie, darling,” she said, leaning in closer to whisper just loud enough for Ken to hear, “if he doesn't show you the most dazzling constellations, you know where to find me for some real entertainment.”

With a playful wink and a twirl, she sauntered off, leaving a trail of laughter in her wake.

Ken looked down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Let’s make a quick escape before anyone else notices."

With that, the two of you managed to sneak out, leaving the party's frenzy behind. The path uphill was lined with softly glowing lanterns, leading you both to the serene hilltop, where the bright stars awaited your arrival.

As the two of you settled on the hilltop, the noises of the concert became a distant hum. The stars above glittered brightly, and the cool breeze felt soothing against your skin. The city lights of Barbieland painted a beautiful, ethereal landscape below.

Ken reached for his guitar case, the moonlight catching its polished surface. He opened it, pulling out the guitar. It looked old, worn, but in the best possible way. It had history.

“I didn’t really plan for this,” he began with a chuckle, strumming a few chords to test the tune, “but maybe some calm melodies can make the night a bit better.”

He looked at you, his eyes full of warmth. “Ready?” he asked, an excited grin tugging at his lips.

You nodded, smiling back at him.

The first few chords he played were soft, the melodies seemingly caressing the silence of the night. Then, with a deep breath, he began to sing, his voice holding an intimate, raw quality.

"I don't know if I've been strong enough, Life’s been a journey, and sometimes it’s rough, But right here with you, under the moon's gentle hush, Feels like a touch that says, ‘You’re more than enough’."

"I want to hold you close, yes, I do, yes, I do, Be the one you lean on, see this through, see this through, Not taking you for granted, Never taking you for granted, Yeah, yeah, I won’t."

His voice, filled with emotion, reverberated in the cool night air. The lyrics, a reflection of your shared journey, tugged at your heartstrings.

As the last note faded away, Ken looked up, his blue eyes glistening, perhaps with the reflection of the stars, or perhaps something deeper. "May I have this dance?" he asked, extending a hand towards you.

You hesitated for a brief moment, cheeks flushed, "But… there isn't any music playing now."

Ken gave a playful, exaggerated whine. "You're going to deny me a dance on a technicality?"

Seeing your amused expression, he added, "Besides, can't you hear it? The distant melodies from the Barbie house and the rhythmic waves crashing against the rocks - nature's very own orchestra."

He winked, his boyish charm evident. "Come on, let's make this moment our own. Let’s dance to the rhythm of the world around us."

Tentatively, you took his outstretched hand, letting him pull you close. As he gently wrapped his arms around you, you rested your head on his chest, listening intently. Beyond the distant sounds he'd mentioned, the strongest rhythm you heard was the steady thud of his heartbeat.

As you both began to sway, the world faded away. There was just you, Ken, and the intimate moment you shared. The faint noises in the background melded into a unique, soft tune, one that seemed perfect for the two of you.

The warmth of his embrace, the gentle cadence of his heart, and the shared serenity of the night all blended into a memory that would forever be etched into your heart. In that moment, amidst the vast expanse of Barbieland, you found your own little universe in the arms of someone who truly understood and cherished you.

lol, did anyone peep the song?? I tried my best 😭😭

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sophiathetrainwreck · 9 months

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There are no other songs. There is only

#I can’t get it out of my head #every second of every day there’s just I’m just ken anywhere else I’d be a ten #there is no escaping this song #but that’s ok #this should win best song at the oscars #barbie 2023 #barbie #barbie movie #ryan gosling #i’m just ken #ken #barbie ken #stereotypical ken

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your-fav-has-npd · 7 months

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Stereotypical Ken from the Barbie movie has NPD!

#narcissistic personality disorder #npd #your fav #your fav has npd #requested #ken #barbie #barbie movie #stereotypical ken

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stephfandomdumps · 8 months

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I'm Just Ken Exclusive from Atlantic Records

#barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie movie #barbie (2023)#margot robbie #ryan gosling #greta gerwig #ken #barbie ken #Simu Liu #Kingsley Ben-Adir #Scott Evans #Ncuti Gatwa #beach ken #stereotypical ken #tourist ken #basketball ken #artist ken

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gregorio-makes-art · 7 months

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Barbie Movie Art Dump

#barbie #the barbie movie #stereotypical barbie #stereotypical ken #beach ken #i’m just ken #kenergy #i am kenough #barbie allan #ken and allan #barbie midge #weird barbie

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crashing9against9the9walls · 9 months

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Barbie Fans: Ships Barbie with Gloria

Me: Ships Barbie with Weird Barbie or President Barbie, Ships Ken with Asian Ken or Artist Ken, Ships Allan with Midge or Cowboy Ken, and Ships Gloria with her husband.

Anywho, The Barbie Movie was great!

#barbie #barbie movie #barbie meme #stereotypical barbie #stereotypical ken #asian ken #tourist ken #weird barbie #president barbie #gloria barbie #allan barbie #midge barbie #barbie ship meme #watched Barbie last Sunday and it was great #evey cast nailed their roles #please give us Barbie 2 #beach ken

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aubeystawby · 9 months

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hello, sweetie!! i have seen your post about barbie requests, so here i am!

how would barbie (margot) + ken (ryan) + allan react if the reader was not a barbie but also not a ken. basically they are just like allan, someone that doesn't fit in any of these binary roles.

(btw, i love the way you write and i love u! 💕 take care of yourself, right? :))

Thank you for this request, I had so much fun writing it!! And admittedly lost some sleep when i had ideas past midnight that i just had to write down immediately 😭 you can find it here !!

Also omg the way I smiled at your ask :( you're soso kind and that compliment means so much to me :(!!!! You take care of yourself too, tysm and have an amazing & lovely day/night 💞💞💞

(I also hope what i wrote is what you were hoping for!! if not or even if it is, please do feel free to request again/anything else you want to see!!) 💛

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djrobokat · 9 months

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I just came from watching Barbie, and it was amazing!

And out of all the characters in that movie, it's Scott Evans' Ken that I ended up crushing on.

#barbie movie #scott evans #stereotypical ken #what is with my gay ass

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shiveringfrogspawn · 8 months

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You know that scene in the new Barbie movie where all the Barbies are gagging and retching over Stereotypical Barbie’s flat feet? The Lifeguard Ken in the corner is also throwing up because he looked at them…

This implies that the men in Barbie Land also have feet built for heels

#barbie #margot robbie #ryan gosling #stereotypical barbie #stereotypical ken #greta gerwig #why was this not in the movie??#I want to see the kens in stilettos #we were ROBBED #barbie 2023

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nov5aftermath · 9 months

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do you think ryan gosling ken had kenergy?

do you think he effectively utilized kenergy by brainwashing the entirety of barbieland and throwing everything into chaos because the girl he likes is a lesbian and he's a whiny incel?

#barbie movie #ken #ryan gosling ken #stereotypical ken #i hate him i hate him i hate him #they were too nice to him at the end

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arlos-warm-drpepper · 9 months

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Ken is so Mirrorball coded

#barbie #barbie movie #i am kenough #he is kenough #you are kenough #barbie and ken #stereotypical barbie #stereotypical ken #taylor’s version #taylor swift #t swizzle #t swift #mirrorball #folklore

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winxanity-ii · 9 months

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𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

╚»★ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐊𝐞𝐧 x 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ★«╝

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff, comedy, lil' ken angst

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🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 3rd person; He/She/They

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, a new brand of Barbie is introduced after Stereotypical Barbie's departure from "Barbieland" to the real world

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🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Hello~ Welcome to my first writing post on tumblr. i just went to see the new Barbie movie and now I can't seem to get it out of my head; so until that happens, I will be both cross-posting old/new works from my quotev, wattpad, and a03 while making fics/one-shots for Barbie (2023) and other shows/animes I have written on my main-masterlist here.

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Under the enchanting night sky of Barbieland, the large moon cast a gentle glow upon the sea, creating a shimmering path of light on the water. Inside the magnificent Barbie Dream House, excitement and laughter filled the vibrant atmosphere as all the Barbies and Kens danced to the upbeat music that infused the air with an infectious rhythm. Their unique outfits exuded beauty and confidence, making them look stunning as the dazzling lights inside the Dream House created a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls. Laughter echoed in harmony with the melody, and joyous cheers filled the air as the celebration reached its peak, bathed in the party lights' shimmers of colors, adding an extra dose of magic to the already joyful and magical night.

Stereotypical Ken, however, sat on the beach just outside the Dream House, separated from the revelry. With a heavy heart, he stared pensively out into the sea. His vibrant blue eyes, usually full of life, now glistened with unshed tears. He had been heartbroken ever since Stereotypical Barbie left for the real world. Deep down, he understood why she had chosen to pursue her own path. Barbie loved him, but only as a friend, and he had come to accept that their relationship was never meant to be anything more.

He let out a wistful sigh, reminiscing on the days when he believed he and Barbie were the perfect couple, destined to be together. He recalled the moments they shared, their laughter, their adventures in Barbieland, and the love he felt for her. It was a love that burned brightly within him, but one that would never be reciprocated in the way he desired.

A few feet away, Ken's best friend, Allan, along with Diplomat Barbie, Doctor Barbie, and even Tourist Ken, observed him with concern.

Allan, always attuned to the feelings of others, furrowed his brows as he watched Ken sitting alone on the beach, gazing out at the sea. He leaned closer to the group and whispered, "Guys, have you noticed how much Stereotypical Ken has changed lately? He's been so down since Stereotypical Barbie left."

Diplomat Barbie nodded in agreement, her diplomatic instincts making her sensitive to everyone's emotions. "Yes, it's evident that he's taken Barbie's departure hard," she observed softly. "We should be there for him, show our support."

Tourist Ken, never one to pass up an opportunity for a sarcastic remark, snarked, "Well, he's certainly not the life of the party anymore, that's for sure."

Allan shot Tourist Ken a disapproving look, not amused by his friend's snarkiness. "This isn't a joke, Tourist Ken," he retorted, his voice firm. "We all care about Stereotypical Ken, and it's clear he's going through a tough time."

Doctor Barbie, caring and nurturing by nature, added, "You're right. He needs our understanding and a listening ear. It's essential that we let him know he's not alone."

Tourist Ken sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," he grumbled, softening his tone. "I may give him a hard time, but I wouldn't want to see him like this. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if my Barbie left me."

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Inside the lavish boardroom of Mattel, the CEO paced back and forth, his frustration palpable. Stacks of Barbie dolls, adorned in various outfits and styles, surrounded the long conference table. The room was adorned with posters of classic Barbie campaigns, serving as a constant reminder of the iconic brand's legacy.

"Sales are stagnant, and we need a fresh approach!" the CEO exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Barbie needs a rebrand, something that speaks to a wider audience while promoting empowerment and self-expression."

The executives around the table exchanged concerned glances, knowing the weight of the task at hand. They recognized that Barbie was more than just a doll; she was an embodiment of dreams and aspirations for generations of young girls.

With a renewed sense of determination, the executives began brainstorming ideas, eager to impress their CEO. One after another, they presented concepts, but each idea was met with a cold rejection from the CEO.

"A line of Barbie dolls inspired by famous historical figures?" one executive suggested.

"Please, we've done that before," the CEO retorted dismissively. "Next!"

"How about a collection of Barbie dolls with augmented reality features?" another executive proposed.

"Augmented reality? Ha! Kids want something tangible, not virtual gimmicks!" the CEO scoffed.

Undeterred, the executives continued to offer ideas, ranging from high-tech Barbie accessories to Barbie-themed amusement parks. Yet, every suggestion was met with the CEO's sharp wit and skepticism.

Finally, the pressure and frustration reached a tipping point. The CEO let out a loud groan and dramatically pushed a few boxes off the table, clutching his hair in a hilarious display of exasperation.

"I can't take it anymore!"

Before he could indulge in his dramatics any further, the CEO's assistant intervened, entering the room with a sense of urgency.

"Sir, forgive the interruption, but there's an important call for you," the assistant said, used to her CEO's regularly scheduled breakdown.

The CEO sat up, straightening his tie. "Who is it?"

"It's the CEO of MGA Entertainment, sir."

It was as if a flip was switched inside the CEO. "MGA Entertainment, huh?" he hummed, face souring.

"Y-Yes, sir," the poor assistant stuttered, frightened by the CEO's sudden change in attitude.

"What for?"

"H-He wishes to discuss a potential collaboration."

The room fell silent as the executives exchanged curious glances. MGA Entertainment's reputation as a competitor was well-known, and they were cautious about any potential collaboration.

The CEO let out a sarcastic laugh, his mood shifting drastically. "Ah, MGA Entertainment, the masters of 'BRATZ' dolls," he said with a wry smile. "And we all know how that went for them, don't we?"

The executives chuckled, recalling the past incident. MGA Entertainment's 'BRATZ' dolls had attempted to mimic Barbie's appeal, but they failed to resonate with the audience and eventually disappeared from the market.

Despite his skepticism, the CEO couldn't ignore the potential benefits of collaboration. He leaned back in his chair, considering the offer. "Well, I guess if they survived the 'BRATZ' debacle, a collaboration with Barbie might just be the redemption they need! Let's hear what they've got to say..."

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As time passed, Stereotypical Ken found himself wandering aimlessly through Barbieland, his heart heavy with unrequited feelings. The once vibrant and joyful atmosphere of the daily Barbie and Ken party had lost its luster for him since Barbie's departure. As the other Kens and Barbies danced and celebrated, Ken stood at a distance, his shoulders slumped, feeling disconnected from the festivities.

However, amidst Ken's somber state, a subtle change began to sweep through Barbieland. The air seemed to crackle with a new energy, and an unspoken excitement buzzed like electricity. He couldn't help but notice that his fellow Barbies and Kens were acting differently - their giggles were a little more infectious, their laughter a touch more boisterous. They whispered excitedly to each other, glancing over at the large Barbie Dream House with anticipation sparkling in their eyes.

"What's going on?" Ken asked Allan, who seemed unusually animated lately.

Allan grinned mischievously, nudging Ken with an elbow. "Oh, haven't you heard? A new Barbie is about to join us, mate! And trust me, she's got everyone talking!"

Confused by the sudden excitement surrounding the arrival of this new doll, Ken couldn't help but wonder what made her so special. He couldn't fathom anything surpassing the allure of his beloved Barbie, but curiosity gnawed at him.

As the days passed, the anticipation only grew. Everywhere he turned, Ken caught snippets of hushed conversations, whispers of the doll's distinctive features, and rumors of her unique style. The buzz became contagious, infecting even the once indifferent Kens with intrigue.

Intrigued himself, Ken found himself drawn to the Barbie Dream House, where preparations for the new doll's arrival were in full swing. The normally bustling home was abuzz with activity as Kens and Barbies put in extra effort to make everything perfect for the newcomer.

But Ken couldn't bear to be around all the excitement. He felt like an outsider, lost in the sea of happiness that he couldn't share. Instead, he decided to retreat to his favorite spot on the beach, hoping the crashing waves and the salty breeze would somehow soothe his aching heart.

As he sat on the beach, lost in his thoughts, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and a faint rumble of thunder echoed in the distance; but he was so immersed in his own despair that he didn't notice or care about the magical display unfolding above him.

Ken sighed deeply, his thoughts swirling like the sand beneath his feet. "Why did Barbie have to leave?" he pondered aloud, gazing out at the vast ocean.

His mind wandered back to their time together, the laughter, the adventures, and the moments they shared. He had thought they were perfect together, destined to be the ultimate Barbie and Ken duo.

"But I guess it was all in my head," he muttered, sadness heavy in his voice. "She made it clear that she only sees me as a friend, and nothing more."

The memories of their dances, the twinkle in her eyes when they were together, and the tenderness of her touch haunted him. Ken couldn't help but wonder if he had missed some sign, some signal that he wasn't enough for her.

"I should have gone with her to the real world," he contemplated, his heart feeling as turbulent as the approaching storm. "Maybe I would have had a chance to change her mind—"

His external monologue was interrupted by a soft voice that broke through both the turmoil in his mind and heart. "Hey, you good?"

Ken looked up, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

The dark thunder clouds that surrounded the beach broke away, allowing a small portion of sunlight to shine down beautifully, and there stood an unknown Barbie, whose skin was aglow under the warm embrace of the sun, adding a radiance that seemed to emanate from the depth of genuine concern and kindness pouring from her brown eyes.

Her knotless box braids cascaded gracefully down her back, like a mesmerizing waterfall of dark strands, with delicate pink braids artfully scattered amidst, adding a touch of whimsy and individuality.

Her plump, glossy brown lips curved into a welcoming smile, inviting and warm.

Her figure, a testament to feminine allure, boasted elegant curves that held a magnetic charm, exuding undeniable beauty that effortlessly held Ken's gaze like saints to alters.

It was the new Barbie.

For a moment, Ken was at a loss for words. He had seen many Barbies in his time, but there was something uniquely enthralling about this newcomer. The Barbie's warm gaze seemed to pierce through the storm of his emotions, reaching a place deep within him that he had locked away after Stereotypical Barbie's departure. Her presence exuded a sense of confidence and understanding that resonated with him in ways he couldn't explain.

"You good?" The unknown Barbie repeated, lips pulled into a pout as her head tilted in question.

Ken's heart skipped a beat at the question, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of surprise and warmth. It was a rarity for someone to ask him—a Ken—about his feelings and well-being, especially in Barbieland, where the focus was usually on having fun and making Barbies happy.

"I... uh..." Ken stammers, trying to collect his thoughts while his heart races. "Yes?"

Even a rock could tell Ken was lying, but instead of pushing it, the Barbie just accepted it offering only a small smile and a nod.

The next few moments were spent in silence, but to Ken, it felt like an eternity. He couldn't believe how hyper-aware he was of the Barbie's presence next to him; every detail about her seems to fascinate him, from her warm smile to the way she delicately brushes a strand of hair away from her face.

The longer she sat beside him, the more his curiosity burned at which Barbie she was.

Finally, with a bit of courage, he spoke, "I'm Stereotypical Ken. And you are?"

"I'm Y/N."

Ken couldn't help but be taken aback. You weren't like any Barbie he had encountered before—hell, by your name alone, you weren't even technically a Barbie, and yet, there was an undeniable allure about you that he couldn't resist—a glimmer of a connection he hadn't experienced in a long time. He blinked in surprise, his mind momentarily struggling to process the name that wasn't Barbie.

"Y/N," he repeated your name, savoring the way it felt on his tongue.

You giggled at his reaction, a playful glint in your eyes. "I can see the confusion on your face," you said, your smile never fading. "Allow me to explain. I'm a new brand of Barbie, a limited collaboration piece between Mattel and MGA Entertainment, called BARBZ. We're all about embracing uniqueness and self-expression while promoting empowerment, over here."

Ken's surprise turned into curiosity as he listened to your words. He had heard of MGA's 'BRATZ' dolls before, but this seemed like a whole new concept, unlike anything he had encountered in Barbieland.

"So, you're not like the other Barbies?" he asked, trying to wrap his head around the idea.

You shook your head, a soft breeze rustling your knotless box braids. "No, I'm not. I'm my own person, with my own story to tell. Just like you are your own person, Ken."

Ken felt a strange sense of reassurance in your words. For so long, he had been defined by his relationship with Barbie, but here was Y/N, a Barbie who embraced her uniqueness and encouraged him to do the same.

"Y/N, huh?" Ken grinned, voice still tinged with vulnerability, but no longer a mere whisper. "I like it, it suits you."

You beamed, delighted by his response. "I'm glad you do, Ken. And who knows, maybe we can create our own story together."

A part of him couldn't shake the fact that you were another Barbie, and he feared that getting close to you might only bring more heartache. He was still healing from the pain of his unrequited feelings for Stereotypical Barbie, and the thought of opening himself up to someone new was daunting.

But there was something about you that felt different, something that made him want to take a leap of faith.

"Yeah..." Ken echoed back in agreement, eyes softening the longer he stared at the new Barbie—no, Y/N's smiling face. "...we can."

A/N: I just wanted to add, I am in no shape or form am advertising BRATZ DOLLZ hate 💀💀 I just thought this was a cool concept. I ALSO want to add that the BARBZ is in reference of Barbie + BRATZ not Nicki Minaj (no hate to the Barbz, but yall be wilding out here, so imma not get in that)

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