#come on barbie! let's go party!

[tastee-selfshipping]

likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[this-could-be-a-dream]

@torbooks For Jod’s sake, please give us some Alecto news, it’s getting desperate out here

Edit: hfs did not expect any official response but thank you and we as a fandom are very sorry. Class, say thank you to the nice (now scarred) editor and let’s return to patiently waiting for AtN (i.e. fanart, ao3 and crackshipping)

[toonsforkicks22]

“Get in loser we’re finding an exit”

Small animation I made bc I love these two 💙💜

@gooseworx

[kithtaehyung]

Boy With Luv (Limited Edition!) ⤷ Poster  | ig ; twt  

[existennialmemes]

I'm an Oppenheimer Girl, In a Barbie world

Life is toxic, It's catastrophic!

You can split an atom, Horrors you can't fathom 

Obliteration, behold the Devastation

Come on Oppie, Death becomes me

[suzukiblu]

New WIP start behind the cut, based off a request from @itty-bitty-fun: “I'd definitely love to see your take on micro/macro”.  . . . you know that thing when a kink is not really your kink and you’re like neutral on its existence, but then, like . . . someone asks you to actually consider it, and then you get way too invested in the process? no reason. asking for a friend.

“This is mortifying,” Kon mutters into his hands, trying not to die of said mortification. 

“Kinda reminds me of my Barbie phase, honestly,” Cassie says with a smirk, offering him the set of doll clothes she just got back from digging up. He glowers disgruntledly up at her, but it’s technically an improvement on the spare ace bandages from Tim’s utility belt that he’s currently wrapped up in. Kon is not actually a self-conscious guy and wouldn’t normally care about anyone seeing him naked, but normally he is two hundred and fifty pounds of half-Kryptonian muscle and not the size of a goddamn Barbie doll, as Cassie has so helpfully and mercilessly seen fit to point out. 

Actually, probably a Barbie doll would be bigger. Like, Kon did not have a “playing with dolls” phase for several very obvious reasons, but he’s pretty sure they’re bigger than he is right now. He’s more, like, action figure-sized. Which, obviously he’d rather be an action figure than a fucking Barbie, given the option, but also Barbies are bigger than action figures, and–and–

Stupid magic.

“You’re really small, wow,” Bart observes as Kon snatches the doll clothes and eyes them sourly. “I bet we could fit you in Tim’s coffee cup. Or maybe even his utility belt. Or maybe–” 

“Shut up, Bart!” Kon snaps, because he really doesn’t like how this feels, actually, and it’s actually kind of freaking him out, and he probably is small enough to fit in Tim’s stupid coffee cup and that’s just not something he really wants to be a thing right now! At all! Or ever! 

Also, the doll clothes are big and shapeless and awkward and came off a stupid cheesy “legally distinct” knockoff Troia doll, which means they’re also sparkly and kind of itch, it turns out, while also being stupidly flimsy and so paper-thin they're practically see-through. He feels like an idiot in them, and doesn’t even wanna think about how stupid he must look. 

Fuck his stupid fucking life. 

Look, Kon’s a big guy, okay? He’s used to being a big guy. Used to being the meat shield and the tank and the one who gets between everybody and the problem. Like this . . . 

What the fuck use is he, like this? 

The spell’s temporary. It’s not permanent or dangerous or anything like that. It’ll be gone by this time tomorrow, if not sooner. 

But it’s not gone yet, and Kon’s no use to anybody like this. 

“Could put you in a dollhouse for the night,” Cassie hums, giving him an amused smile. “Tuck you into bed like a baby doll.” 

“I actually hate you,” he informs her, and she laughs, because she’s the worst. 

“Actually I really like that idea,” Bart says musingly, tapping his mouth. “You grifin’ never let us take care of you.” 

“I still have TTK,” Kon reminds him threateningly, and Bart just cocks his head, looking him over speculatively. 

“So you’re not as strong, but you're still pretty invulnerable?” he asks. 

“Who fucking cares?!” Kon snaps in frustration. He’s still no use right now either way. 

“I just wanna know if we could fuck you like this and not have to worry about hurting you,” Bart replies reasonably, reaching out to stroke a fingertip down his chest. Kon–sputters, kind of, and reflexively recoils from it. 

And also, like. Burns alive, kind of. 

“I–like this?” he sputters. “I'm like, fucking doll-sized, Bart!” 

“Yeah, I know,” Bart agrees. “Like the perfect size to pick up and play with.” 

“Burning alive” is actually not a strong enough phrase for what Kon is doing right now. 

“You already let us dress you up,” Bart points out, poking at the strap of his borrowed clothes. Kon metaphorically vaporizes into atoms and literally dodges away from the poking. 

“I dressed myself,” he says defensively, mortified by the idea of–what exactly does Bart even have in mind? He's not big enough to do anything for any of them. His dick is definitely not big enough to do anything for any of them. Like–how would that even–how would they even–? 

“Hmmm,” Cassie says, and then just puts both her hands around him and picks him up, because she is again the worst, and–well, and then she flips him around, unzips the front of her shirt, and sits him down to recline right on top of her bare cleavage, his head resting back against her breastbone, which is . . . fine, alright. Like–he’ll live with that. Getting snuggled up to a pair of tits big enough to sleep on is not the worst imposition of his life, especially when said tits belong to the most Wonder-ful member of their whole weird nebulously-defined team situationship thing. 

But also, it’s embarrassing, because what the fuck is he supposed to do for her like this? 

[alpacacare-archive]

*explodes*

[eldritchblep]

Nona had never seen anyone so sad in her whole short life.

Prince Kiriona Gaia the First, Her Divine Highness, First Lieutenant of the Cohort, Emperor’s Life Guards, heir to the Emperor Divine, first of the Tower Princes, and she’s mega dead.

[ministarfruit]

tempus barbie girl has been invoked

[victusinveritas]

[tastee-selfshipping]

did some little doodles of my sona, lil shapeshifter she is hehehehe >:3

'twas also listening to jazzy songs while I drew this, very fun!

and a bonus self-ship at the corner hehah

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[e-vay]

This Barbie is going to The Barbie Movie tonight! 💖💅

[jack-doohan]

KYLE KIRKWOOD + 🩷

[marijuana-barbie]

Hi, I’m Barbie! 😚💨

[existennialmemes]

I'm a Barbie Girl, In an Eldritch world

Incomprehension, Perceive the 4th Dimension

You could eat my soul, possess me as a whole

The Devastation, you're an Aberration

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt behind the cut: Core Four micro/macro. tw for Kon having some unhealthy thoughts about his personal relationship with "usefulness" and consent. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Kon?” Cassie asks, and he remembers–right. She asked him–she asked him if it was “better”, or . . . or whatever. 

“Uh, yeah,” he says, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Like–it’s fine, yeah. Um . . . so, uh, what do you wanna, uh . . . what do you want me to do?” 

“Nothing,” Bart says. “Like, very literally nothing.” 

“All you have to do is just let us play with you,” Cassie agrees, stroking up his thighs again, and Kon’s skin feels hot.

“Uh–right,” he says, swallowing awkwardly. “Just, you know–I mean–” 

He cuts himself off before he can say just don’t you want me to do something USEFUL?, because he knows they’ll just tell him he doesn’t need to be useful, which isn’t even–which isn’t– 

He just should be doing something useful. Or at least interesting. Or at least . . . 

Just something. That’s all. 

“Can you do that for us?” Cassie asks, and Kon–hesitates. He doesn’t really . . . get that, exactly. Like, as a thing. 

“Uh, sure,” he tries, because if it’s really what they want . . . he can do it, if it’s really what they want. Obviously. He’ll do anything they want, it’s–he’s the one who’s always up for anything, who never says no, who’s always willing to go another round or try something new or–

So he can do it. That’s–yeah. Obviously he can.

He tries to make himself settle under Cassie’s hands again, but it’s harder than it should be. He feels like he should at least, like–try to pose or something, maybe. Try to look . . . he doesn’t even know. Just–good, somehow. Though he doesn’t know how he could pull off “hot” while he looks like this and he is literally not even capable of “cute”, no matter what weird ideas Bart’s gotten into his head this time, but–but he should be trying to look good, at least. Except also Cassie’s hands are half-covering him anyway, so like . . . he doesn’t know, just . . . 

“It is only fair we get to play with you sometimes,” Tim muses, looking him over speculatively, and Kon feels immediately restless and weird. Usually when Tim uses that tone of voice it’s promising, but right now . . . he’s not really sure, right now. “You really never do let us focus on you all that much.” 

“That’s, like–boring,” Kon says, and tries not to think about how easily Cassie could just–pin him, or whatever. How she could just . . . make him. Make him . . . “play” whatever they all wanted to. 

And it’s not like–he already said he’d let them play with him. And he never says no to anything anyway. And . . . 

It doesn’t matter, if she could make him. He’d do it anyway, if that was what they wanted, so–it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t. 

“I don’t think it’d be boring,” Tim says, still looking at him speculatively. Kon resists a stupid urge to squirm. 

“I definitely don’t,” Bart agrees, staring intently at him too. Cassie just strokes her fingertips back down his thighs, and then rubs along them gently. 

“You can’t really say it would be if you haven’t even let us try, right?” she points out. 

“I’m letting you,” Kon mutters, feeling stupid and looking away, rubbing a hand up his arm and then feeling–stupider, all things considered. Cassie curls her fingers around his stomach and sort of hugs him with them, almost, and then he just feels embarrassed. He’s not–he doesn’t need–

Bart vibrates in place, just for a moment, and Tim tilts his head, and Kon resists the urge to hide his face. It’s not like–he wants to do what they want, but if they don’t want him to do anything . . . 

He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to do that. How to be what they want, or . . . like, how he’s supposed to even . . . 

He just–he wants them to have a good time. That’s all. He wants to be what they want.

He just doesn’t know how to do that when he’s like this.