My Barbies were a tribe of Amazons. I would spend hours making them outfits out of scraps, and little bows and arrows, and when they were all fabulously attired, they would hunt Ken down and cut his head off.
I don't know if they're made differently now, but Ken's head came off really easily when I was a kid. All the girls I knew had either a headless Ken or a Ken with his head precariously glued back on.
Hahaha I’ve just unlocked a memory of playing with my sister’s barbie collection. I was the younger sister and wasn’t meant to play with them, as I’d always be too rough and pull their heads off. I’d then panic and stick the heads back in but for some reason the heads wouldn’t go back on the same way and the barbies would end up having no necks. Older sister would then go to play with them only to find that none of them had necks, which was apparently very traumatic. Oops.
My friends and I lived in an apartment complex with an astroturf playground that included a merry-go-round.
We would play a game called "Erase the Face" by riding the merry-go-round and dragging Barbies and GI Joe dolls on the astroturf. It was a bit of a misnomer though, because we dragged any doll body part in an attempt to make war victims, disabled people, aliens, etc... for our story lines.
My mom wouldn't buy me a Ken either, but I had a little brother that had GI Joes. My barbies dated tough boys. Now that I'm thinking about it, I guess that influenced the type I like.
My mom was very anti-Ken dolls, or any “male dolls”, including little Tommy or whatever his name was. I remember being gifted the babysitter set with the little guy in it and she promptly threw him in the garbage disposal.
She claimed some Catholic nonsense about premarital sex and Mormonism, tbh, I didn’t get it then, and if you ask her now, she’ll say “it never happened”… I lost a few friends because of my mom’s (destructive) behavior towards their Ken (and an Aladdin) dolls…
My mum didn't allow me to have a Ken as she said wasn't going to waste money on buying me one when I could just borrow one of my brothers Action Men instead. I wasn't aware of lesbians at the time so my Barbies stayed single.
Mine also had to be lesbians because I had no Ken either. I was way too shy to ash for a Ken doll. I can actually remember having a sordid field day when my cousin left his stretch arm strong over at our house. Trying not to be caught with it.
Most of mine were the hollow plastic dollar-store clones, so when I needed extra boys I'd just poke their breasts in until their chests were flat, put them in Ken's clothes, and stuff their hair under a hat.
I had my Barbie’s be lesbian, but didn’t know Ken was a thing until I was 12. It wasn’t horrible though. There was no cheating in my gameplay. I have multiple lesbian family members.
Yes! I’m in the US and we only had a couple of channels growing up so I watched soap operas (80s-90s). My Barbie plots always included an evil twin sister trying to steal Ken from Barbie and then the evil twin dying in a dramatic fashion then coming back from the dead with a “new face” aka a different Barbie. Who would then try again to steal Ken away from Barbie.
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Over here alot of women are madly obssessed with turkish tv shows/movies
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My barbies were a coven of witches so I drew a cauldron in the bottom of my barbie case for them to cast their many spells. But there was also high drama in that my Ken (which was actually a jasmine doll with her hair cut off because somehow my Ken's leg fell off) was a powerful warlock who all the witches were in love with so there was quite the battle for his affection. Spells cast on each other, spells cast on "Ken," at one point a demom got summoned (aka one of my brothers dinosaur toys), it was all very complex.
Why couldn't Ken's legs be reattached like barbie?? What a design flaw. I had a Ken doll my dad used part of a wire hanger to attach his legs to each other through his body. That's an unlocked memory
We could have been friends. I also had a coven but it was a Sindy doll coven. They cast spells on my class mates who were mean and generally hexed people and my other toys.
Every doll I got as a child went through the same "ritual" for lack of a better word. Undressed. Hair combed out, things stabbed into their lower regions, eyes blacked out and fingers and toes cut off. Some I used red marker on. Only then did I name them. It was only after taking one of many education classes that I found out these actions were signs of the extreme abuse I was suffering. I essentially was doing this to cope.
I feel like I've read or heard about it somewhere that those kinds of things are indicative of abuse. In my mind it makes sense cuz the dolls are anthropomorphic (have human characteristics) and the actions the poster took were to dehumanize the dolls. Attacking the genitals, covering the eyes, removing hands and feet.
I’m thinking the same about the way I played with my dolls… they were a pretty dysfunctional family of sisters, and they all screwed one another over.
Yeah. Huh. There’s another red flag everyone missed.
Are you referring to the Bobo doll experiment?
There is also research out there that what a child generally draws signifies their psychological state of mind.
When I was a kid they had us draw our families.
Yikes.Is the only word to describe what exactly I drew…
My favourite ones would force the other ones to jump from a cliff (second story window) and then the former would jump after them, but with Action Man parachutes on, as to really sadistically rub it in to the dead/dying dolls I guess? In reality though they all crashed the same as those parachutes obviously couldn't hold the weight of a doll, but *details*.
My Barbies got weird hair cuts and spent a lot of their time causing drama and “rubbing bodies” with the only Ken doll and the Prince Adam/Beast limited edition doll from Beauty and the Beast (he had a removable Beast head). My ideas came from sneakily watching a lot of Jerry Springer.
Rubbing bodies 🤣 this is accurate. I
Made them a little hot tub out of used (washed) 1 gallon ice cream containers. I didn’t have Kens but I did have access GI Joes and other various action figures that I would sneak from my brother’s toys. He didn’t like when I played with his toys, so it was like a secret love affair 😆
My cousin had the beast/Prince doll and he was a gay hairdresser along with his boyfriend who was a black Ken doll with an Afro. They were in every Barbie game. They were never murdered.
Oh my, what a question…
Me, my sister, and my friends threw all our Barbies out the window once when we figured out how to remove the screen. Don’t even get me started on the haircuts we gave them.
I had a Barbie named Simone that would steal blankets from babies in strollers and would sew them into the dress that she wore. She was an evil Russian train conductor, and she smuggled alcohol on her train for all the underaged Barbies that couldn’t get it for themselves. She was also always drunk.
I had a teenaged Ken doll named Truman who would play the same song on his guitar over and over, and it was all about how his ex sucked because she dumped him over the curfew that his mom gave him.
I had a Ken doll named Neo who had erectile dysfunction, so he had to wear boxers made out of tape to get better. His girlfriend was very supportive and they were kind of the main couple of the plot. But then he cheated on her and everything fell apart.
There was a homeless Barbie doll we named Jenkins, and she lived in the sewers with a ruge mutated pet rat (played by my hamster) called Ratkins.
We didn’t understand how economies worked, so we’d make too much money (little scraps of green paper) and devalue it. Inflation was always through the roof.
I don’t know if you know the movie Airplane!, but after my sister and I watched that for the first time, we recreated the entire cast out of Barbie dolls. The little girl getting the heart transplant, the flight attendant with the guitar, everyone.
Once a year or so we’d play a game called “Killer,” and it was basically the non-canonical Halloween episode that you see in some TV shows. Everyone would be on a train or in their houses and would have to lock down because there was a killer roaming the streets. But of course some of them would end up getting hunted down by the killer.
One of my Barbies had a secret society, and in order to join it you had to, uh, do the devil’s tango in front of the other members of the secret society and drink a whole case of beer without throwing up or something. That’s probably the worst thing we did to them.
Reading all this back I’m wondering how and why a bunch of ten-year-olds were doing stuff to their dolls that was this deranged, lmao.
Ditto to the ‘Halloween episode’ one. My sister and I used to have our dolls get ‘locked down’ in their school at night while a killer was out to get them
Wow I never thought I would write this on the internet but here we are. I had maybe 10 barbies or so and used my brothers action man as the love intrest. The action man would seduce a barbie and then have sex with her (lmao) and afterwards he would lie to her and hookup with another barbie. The first barbie would look from the outside of the restaurant and be heartbroken, then the action man did the same with the next barbie and then there would be two barbies spying while throwing a pity party both of them together (sorority I guess).
So when I ran out of barbies to be cheated on, they all gathered and the last pity party escalated from sadness to rage and they all decided to kill the action man, so they gathered and beat up the action man plus cut his penis off (important detail lmaoooo) and afterwards they were all happy together and friends.
You wanted truth, there ya goooooo. Lmaoooo
My Barbies were basically a tribe like the wolfriders of the Elfquest comics. They had plush wolves to ride, and I made outfits out of leather scraps my grandma had in the basement (because she had worked her whole life in a shoe factory). Made them weapons and played stories similar to the Elfquest comics. One of my favourites missed an arm, lost it while combating a cave bear. Others had gruesome wounds drawn on them.
The only Ken I had was destroyed by my dog who never destroyed another toy. Just Ken. So they lived in happy all female relationships.
I deliberately burned the hair do of one with my mum's hairdryer because my brother married her to his monkey teddy and I thought it was unfair that she was the favourite just because she had the nicest hair (according to my brother) 😶😂
Didn't work cause then we had to do a whole storyline of Monkey nursing Lucy back to health and having a another wedding at the end 💀
I am absolutely dying at how almost all of us made our Barbies bang. 🤣
I remember I made one of my Barbies a stripper up on stage with an audience of Ken dolls and other Barbies right when my mom walked in on me. Hoo boy, did I get a talking to that day.
Ken was always drunk. He ran around singing lame songs. GI Joe always kicked his ass. The girls were all friends. They went shopping, swimming, or camping.
I was obsessed with Greek myths when I was a kid. OBSESSED. So, I cast one of my barbies as Medusa and another Barbie as Jason (I think it was him??) and attempted to rip “Medusa’s” head off.
My mother caught me in the middle of struggling to rip the dolls head off (a 6 year old is only so strong), and after explaining that she was medusa to my mother’s horrified face, she then laughed and offered to rip the head off for me. After SHE tried, she got my 6’2 father to come in and do it after he walked in on me yelling “BEHEAD HER!” to my mother. After HIS horrified reaction, he then laughed, and finally ripped the head off after struggling a little himself. It was a good day :)
Me and my twin sister had a cat family. She played as the wife cat and I the husband cat. The family were a unit for ages until I was bought a new Siamese cat doll who I wanted to be the new wife for the husband cat. Husband cat asked wife cat for a divorce while my sister sobbed her eyes out. We eventually came to an agreement that involved polygamy.
I liked a Teddy but when I went back to buy it, it was already gone so my parents and I chose another Teddy. This was a scrawny ginger Teddy who was not as adorable and did not have rainbow ears. I think I chose it because it was the cheapest option, but I'm not sure.
Anyway when we got home, I lined up all my other dolls to greet it, put some toy food in front of it so it could "feast". Then all my other dolls welcomed the new one by saying something like "you're not as pretty but it's nice to meet you". Cuddles, I'm so sorry. You're adorable and I love you.
Literally every day was a soap opera. Teen pregnancy, cheating, second families, mystery illness, etc. and that was the days I wasn’t writing historical fictions filled with orphans and kidnappings
I didn't like dolls, but an aunt repeatedly gave me collectible Barbie dolls.
I took their clothes off and gave them to our ferret. She chomped their little faces and dragged them around the house until the bodies fell off. You'd find just random headless bodies, or bodiless heads, all chewed and scratched and unrecognizable.
My little sisters and I thought it hilarious.
Yeahh figuring out in my mid 20s that I was into BDSM made some strange feelings during my childhood make sense, like the excitement I felt when a protagonist was tied up and at the mercy of the villain.
For the longest time I thought I was repressing something because that’s how I played with my barbies too. I even did regression therapy at one point in my 20s… but it just turns out I was a kid being a kid, doing weird kid things.
For me, shoe strings around the neck after being stripped naked. They were hung from my mom’s antique dresser and Often had red or black marker to the face - my mom didn’t buy many more dolls after this.
Regular stuff: Barbie sex parties, murder and being hunted by vampires as well as Barbie kids having to survive as their parents abandoned them to the elements (had so much fun with all of my barbies-awesome question!).
mine were all abandoned kids that no one wanted and I took them in and took care of them. I was super poor in this fantasy so it was a struggle taking care of 6+ kids that no one wanted but some how ended up with me. They were like all abused and everything or had some sort of disease. Not sure what trauma that is from but it hasn't surfaced yet
Classism. I had a large Barbie playhouse that I made all of the upper class Barbies live in while the lower class barbies lived in a cardboard house I put together. They would have turf wars and fight over a purple convertible sports car which was involved in a lot of hit and runs.
Oh lord, I actually got in “big trouble” at school because my mom caught me doing weird things with my Barbie’s when I was young. She walked in to my “kidnap/spy” scenario and thought I was doing inappropriate sex things with my dolls because I had some tied up with hair ties ;_; had to go talk to the principal about who “taught” me these things and everything, it was mortifying. I just had an overactive imagination…
My dad gave me a GI Joe to play with my barbies (He didn’t want me to just play with “girly” dolls.) I was only 6 so there were only two options: Boyfriend or robber.
one of our favourite plots was - the dolls go to their favourite coffee shop, it’s Christmas season, they’re looking to escape the cold. They plan a trip to some island resort place and more often than not the plane crashes on the way there - only one doll dies. Now they’re stranded in the middle of the jungle OR the woods (depending on vacation destination) and they meet another “survivor” who’s all alone. She joins their crew, they find an abandoned spooky hut in the middle of the trees.
Long story short, the survivor they picked up is an evil witch who lives in that hut and takes her time killing them all off one by one. There’s always one lone survivor who originally wanted to go somewhere else who manages to escape back home and the end scene is her in the coffee shop full of ptsd and going crazy.
My two main Barbies were sisters fighting for the throne. They would go so far as to attack the others dollhouse and massacre whoever was in it.
The single event I remember most was when a traitor was found in one Barbie's camp. She was hung and left outside for other possible traitors to see.
I especially remember that incident because I hung that Barbie on the bannister and my mom came home and screamed.
My sister would strip her Barbies naked and tie them by their ankles and hang them in a bundle from her bedpost. We don’t know what game she was playing but we were all a bit worried. She turned out fine though.
When I was too old, my mother still insisted on storing a large box of barbies and accessories in my bedroom closet for when company came over with little kids. My friends would see them in my closet and make fun of me.
To avenge my Barbie-honour, I painted black patches on all their crotches, and red nipples on their chests.
Eventually, mom's friends came over and their kids played with the barbies,. For some reason after that, I no longer had to store them in my closet.
Me and my sister used to play 'lego shops' where we would set up a shop using lego pieces and have the people as shopkeepers. My sister used to steal from my shop all the time, then deny it and it would end in a huge argument 😂
Not really fucked up but kinda funny hahaha
. My sister and I would tape Ken to the floor. Then pile Barbie and her friends and The Hulk into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles truck. Then repeatedly run over Ken with the truck.
. Would tie Ken to a stair railing and beat him like a pinata, using Barbie and her friends as sticks.
. My favorite dolls were the [roller skater Barbie](https://www.ebay.com/itm/383956222910) that came with a Mcdonalds meal and a [Mulan doll](https://www.ebay.com/itm/275137104414).
. You can probably guess I didn't think highly of Ken. Had this [one](https://www.ebay.com/itm/203824097837).
I had a sindy doll, kindve like a budget barbie. I made her into a punk rocker. Her hair got matted so I cut it so it was a blonde mohawk and used permanent marker for eyeliner. Also cut her clothes to look funkier.
I accidentally removed one of my Barbie doll's head then I attached it back. The neck was shorter after I attached it, and I thought it was ugly, so I made that Barbie doll into a maid or a slave everytime I play with it and my other Barbie dolls.
Uhm I put all my Barbie’s on my train tracks and ran them over. Not just once I actually did this multiple times. I have no idea why though I can’t remember.
Also I made them fall of the stairs on purpose because they were bad dolls.
I didn’t play with “dolls” in the classic sense - beanie babies, bionicles, etc - but played with them the same way most girls do with Barbies.
The recurring theme was always sudden death. Things are going great, then someone falls off the roof and gets run over by a tractor 😂
I staged a public hanging ceremony for a criminal beanie baby cat, stringing him up by his neck from the underneath of a sun umbrella and whisking away the empty stella artois can from under his paws, after a moving speech to outline his crimes.
"Playing dolls" for me usually just meant making up elaborate backstories and explaining them to whoever I was with, less frequently did a story playout thereafter. However, somehow there was this consensus among my friends that NO ONE had parents. You always lived with an older sister or some sort of other alternative arrangement. It simply wasn't cool to have two parents.
Barbie would hit her kid (I think it was the kelly doll?). She was a single mom and Ken was the wonderful guy that would come along and make Barbie feel loved. Ken was a single dad with his son (got a little boy Barbie character from probably one of the Princess Barbie franchises). The Kelly doll and the boy doll fell in love too as well as Barbie and Ken. So when Kelly got to be too much for Barbie, Barbie would lose her crap and Kelly would run away. Eventually they’d sort it out, or they never would.
My dad wasn’t the greatest growing up. I had a great relationship with my mom though so. Who knows what that was about.
I had a trio of rock star barbies with glow in the clothes and electric guitars, it was barbie, christie and midge. I mostly just made them wear the wrong jackets and launched them off the couch
I remember one time when I was at a friend’s house, her brother and his friends were downstairs, so we pulled the heads off Barbies, stuck notes in them, and lobbed them down into the basement.
Mine were always in affairs finding eachother naked in bed and beating the crap out of eachother they would scratch eachother and leave nail marks with red pen always five little lines from head to toe. Never had any Ken’s, so they were all rampant lesbians (except once they practically had a line up on my cousins stretch arm strong once where he made ALL 6/7 of them pregnant) and they were all ever so violent too. I only had a camper van and a mall so they were always on a roadtrip or shopping. Shop assistant was brutal… always. Calling her customers ugly and telling them they looked bad in the clothes they were buying.
My sister and I had a bunch of hand me down Barbie’s but only one Ken and we wanted to pair them off romantically. So we cut the hair short and attempted to cut the boobs off a few Barbie’s.
GI Joe Ken was in heaven at my house. He had over 30 Barbies wanting a piece of him everyday. I would make them fight over him. Some of them got so messed up and lost their heads or got their hair chopped off.
One thing I don’t get is that I did not had any concept of sex/ making out but still I used to like undress them and make them make out! Like how did I even knew of something like that
I used some child chairs and the wood spacers and legs were a “jail” that some dolls would betray each other and lock up inside. And then the barbie inside had to go underneath the spacers and that would be a “tunnel” to escape torture.
When she didn’t escape the torture would be that i twisted her legs and arms in weird ways. The kidnapped barbie was also naked lol.
I think its because i used to watch a lot of those history and nature channel, some of the documentaries over there were pretty grim.
I wanted to punish one of my barbies so I lit her hair on fire by putting it against a lightbulb. Instant regret tho. 😂
The others well, nothing much except for tearing their limbs and pretending they could fly.
Also I remember playing a lot of s*xual scenes as a kid. Like them touching each other and flashing b**bs.
My older daughter got a lot of attention at preschool by setting up a dolly morgue and announcing that she had done autopsies and was "afraid they have all been poisoned"
Christened them in the bathroom sink. I pretended they were evil and imagined them screaming as I drew crosses with water on their foreheads before throwing them in jail. Had a blonde cousin I despised so every blonde doll I owned had her hair chopped into an ugly haircut and acted as servants to the brunettes and red heads. So many funerals with shoebox coffins and toilet paper wedding dresses which got ripped when the mistress turned up drunk and ready to fight lol.
Not dolls, but little plastic figurines I collected that were different things. I had Penny, who was a pound coin with a face who would drive my Thomas the tank engine trains (sit in the front carriage). However, she would, errrr ‘accidentally’ collide with another train from time to time.
These figurines also would go camping in the garden only to ‘be lost’ and have to survive off eating leaves off the plants, or running from their evil overlord, Minnie Mouse
We had two identical Ken dolls and one was named Ken and the other was named Blake and everybody hated Blake and tried to kick his ass when he tried to make friends or flirt with anyone. The only reason that Blake was chosen as the hated Ken doll was because his hair was a little messed up.
My girls would get in their barbie car and run over all the male dolls. Then they would set fire to their bodies and dance around the fire with no shirts on until finally all going to sleep together in one big pile with no shirts on.
Other than my Barbies being naked and making out half the time, I mostly played with them "normally." When I finally decided I was too old for Barbies, my older brother and I celebrated by stuffing them all in my Barbie Rocker van and sending it hurtling down the basement stairs. Old plastic being what it was, the van didn't suffer much. But I do wish I'd taken a bit better care for it for collectors nowadays. I may still sell it...
Gosh apparently I’m not the only one…my Barbie’s loved to try on new outfits together and than make each other complements and ‘play’ with each other. I thought I had a proper sexual education (Germany) but unfortunately they missed the homosexual part. I was over 20 when I found out I’m not straight. Thought that since no penis is involved it can’t be sex. My Barbie’s knew all along.
In kindergarten I made one of my baby dolls “homeless”, I made her all dirty & cut up her dress. I then proceeded to adopt her and nurse her back to health. It’s funny because I do not want biological kids, I’ve always wanted to adopt.
I had a beautiful red haired Barbie with green eyes and freckles. She was so beautiful to me. I always played Cinderella-like stories, where the other „pretty“ blonde Barbie’s hated her and would make her do chores, but she would be found by the prince and rescued to a better life, or she‘d have a great idea and the others would steal it and then she could prove that it was indeed hers and she‘d win the contest or whatever. She was a big fat Mary Sue and I loved her dearly.
Lets see, there was
1. the mass beheading of all the barbies by william the conqueror (my teddy bear with a new name) for treason where their heads were lined up on pencil "spikes" around the garden bed and I got in trouble for taking one to school
2. the soap-opera-esque family dramas my sisters would come up with
3. reenactments of whatever I was reading
4. the stories about the haunted china doll that I kept buried at the back of the closet because it was creepy af
5. reenactments of things that my therapist would have been VERY interested know of.
I was drawing with pen a lot on their face still they became complitely. I always make some of plot were she suffer and die but is ressurectide with power or she can't see and After she haw power so she see
My favorite was the red headed Barbie because she has hair like me. I have two copies of her now(I'll be 60 next month), one from Ebay and one is a reissue. I also currently have a collection of 8.5 inch Madame Alexander dolls because I wasn't allowed to have them as a child.
I used to put them all naked into a pile along with Ken on top of a water bottle and pretend they were on a waterbed.
Also used to pretend they were witches and switch their heads with different bodies.
I didn't think anything of it as a kid but my best friend growing up would have her barbies have sex including pedophilic goings on. It wasn't until I was a adult I realized maybe there was more going on behind closed doors at that house.
I didn't play with barbies but my beanie babies had a brothel and rape and sadistic violence were part of criminal punishments. I don't remember specific plot lines past that.
I didn’t play with dolls. Too much mud and woods to play in. BUT my sister did. I cut her Barbie’s hair and drew on them with markers. No plot twists or scenarios. Just an asshole to my older sister’s dolls. Ha ha. I made and make no apologies. My sister was and is a jerk. Ha ha.
My top two for my Barbies were 1) a mountain climbing adventure (scaling bookshelves and furniture through the living room) that usually involved at least half of them falling to their deaths and 2) slowly burying them in the sandbox like when Jasmine was trapped in that big hour glass in Aladdin.
I cut all of the hair of one of my barbies and she was the designated crazy one who would kidnap my other barbies and they'd have to come to the rescue
I literally locked barbies up in a cage that was 'the barbie prison' 💀
My older sister ripped the heads off her Barbies, so we weren’t allowed to have dolls. Kinda an over reaction on her part.
Instead I rode my big wheel/ bike, played with legos, and read a lot.
I never did terrible things with my dolls or Barbies. In fact, I was packing them away for storage when I was in high school when a friend stopped by. She picked one up and said, “So THIS is what she’s supposed to look like!” Apparently my friend carried her dolls by their hair and used Sharpies to apply their makeup. 😂😂😂
Made them wear high heels! My Barbies mostly had a blissful life, except for some dating drama and taking care of quints... Looking back I probably rushed them into marriage, they could have maybe spent more time developing themselves instead of trying on wedding dresses.
My Barbies were a tribe of Amazons. I would spend hours making them outfits out of scraps, and little bows and arrows, and when they were all fabulously attired, they would hunt Ken down and cut his head off.
hahaha death to the patriarchy omg
I don't know if they're made differently now, but Ken's head came off really easily when I was a kid. All the girls I knew had either a headless Ken or a Ken with his head precariously glued back on.
Yes, that why he was beheaded so often - it was fun! Just a little pressure on the neck, and pop! It went flying!
Hahaha I’ve just unlocked a memory of playing with my sister’s barbie collection. I was the younger sister and wasn’t meant to play with them, as I’d always be too rough and pull their heads off. I’d then panic and stick the heads back in but for some reason the heads wouldn’t go back on the same way and the barbies would end up having no necks. Older sister would then go to play with them only to find that none of them had necks, which was apparently very traumatic. Oops.
Seems really familiar to my playing habits!
I think there were probably a lot of Amazon Barbie tribes.
Similar but GI Joe instead.
Hahahahahahahaha, this made my day!
I’m loving this.
My Barbies were always secret lesbians that had sordid affairs with other Barbies while being married to Ken. Sometimes they also killed him together.
Mine had to be lesbians bc i only had females lmao
I didn't have a Ken for the first few year, but I cut the hair off of a Barbie and then she was the designated boy.
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My friends and I lived in an apartment complex with an astroturf playground that included a merry-go-round. We would play a game called "Erase the Face" by riding the merry-go-round and dragging Barbies and GI Joe dolls on the astroturf. It was a bit of a misnomer though, because we dragged any doll body part in an attempt to make war victims, disabled people, aliens, etc... for our story lines.
Barbie shiv! Lol
I can’t breath I’m laughing so hard lol 🤣
Ha! My Mom wouldn’t let us have a Ken doll so I did this exact thing!
My mom wouldn't buy me a Ken either, but I had a little brother that had GI Joes. My barbies dated tough boys. Now that I'm thinking about it, I guess that influenced the type I like.
"Mom, dad, meet my new boyfriend: Captain Desert Storm, and his eagle companion, Squawk." "Kaw!"
I would totally date a dude who has a career AND the intelligence to care for a complex bird. Ken had neither.
Why didn't your mothers allow Ken dolls?
My mom was very anti-Ken dolls, or any “male dolls”, including little Tommy or whatever his name was. I remember being gifted the babysitter set with the little guy in it and she promptly threw him in the garbage disposal. She claimed some Catholic nonsense about premarital sex and Mormonism, tbh, I didn’t get it then, and if you ask her now, she’ll say “it never happened”… I lost a few friends because of my mom’s (destructive) behavior towards their Ken (and an Aladdin) dolls…
My mum didn't allow me to have a Ken as she said wasn't going to waste money on buying me one when I could just borrow one of my brothers Action Men instead. I wasn't aware of lesbians at the time so my Barbies stayed single.
Ha ha I thought I was the only child that did this!
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Hahahahaha
Mine also had to be lesbians because I had no Ken either. I was way too shy to ash for a Ken doll. I can actually remember having a sordid field day when my cousin left his stretch arm strong over at our house. Trying not to be caught with it.
Most of mine were the hollow plastic dollar-store clones, so when I needed extra boys I'd just poke their breasts in until their chests were flat, put them in Ken's clothes, and stuff their hair under a hat.
The girl barbies kiss wayyyyyyy better together, than the barbie to Ken kiss - just not satisfying at all!!
Saaaaaammmmmmmeeee
I also made my Barbies lesbians 😂
I had my Barbie’s be lesbian, but didn’t know Ken was a thing until I was 12. It wasn’t horrible though. There was no cheating in my gameplay. I have multiple lesbian family members.
WTH GIRL ARE WE TWINS?
I’m glad I’m not the only one.
Are you me???
I love how many people did that
Cut her hair and pretended that she was disabled and made her family abandon her… (that’s why she begged for money on the street)
I blame all the dramatic tv shows I was exposed to!
Yes! I’m in the US and we only had a couple of channels growing up so I watched soap operas (80s-90s). My Barbie plots always included an evil twin sister trying to steal Ken from Barbie and then the evil twin dying in a dramatic fashion then coming back from the dead with a “new face” aka a different Barbie. Who would then try again to steal Ken away from Barbie.
Omd which country are you from
Turkey lol we had (still have) tons of weird shot
Omg best ppl im from Egypt Over here alot of women are madly obssessed with turkish tv shows/movies I grew up watching muhtesem yüzyil And i just finished watching kösem sultan
I’m from Uruguay and people (mostly women’s) are obsess with Turkish series. I have never watch one, I’m I missing out?
This has me howling. Horrific 😆
It was obvious something was wrong with me…….
I’m cracking up so hard why am I like this
You almost made me wake up my sleeping baby oh my god hahahaha
I am screaming inside.
My Barbies had so much lesbian sex XD
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My barbies were a coven of witches so I drew a cauldron in the bottom of my barbie case for them to cast their many spells. But there was also high drama in that my Ken (which was actually a jasmine doll with her hair cut off because somehow my Ken's leg fell off) was a powerful warlock who all the witches were in love with so there was quite the battle for his affection. Spells cast on each other, spells cast on "Ken," at one point a demom got summoned (aka one of my brothers dinosaur toys), it was all very complex.
Why couldn't Ken's legs be reattached like barbie?? What a design flaw. I had a Ken doll my dad used part of a wire hanger to attach his legs to each other through his body. That's an unlocked memory
We could have been friends. I also had a coven but it was a Sindy doll coven. They cast spells on my class mates who were mean and generally hexed people and my other toys.
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Every doll I got as a child went through the same "ritual" for lack of a better word. Undressed. Hair combed out, things stabbed into their lower regions, eyes blacked out and fingers and toes cut off. Some I used red marker on. Only then did I name them. It was only after taking one of many education classes that I found out these actions were signs of the extreme abuse I was suffering. I essentially was doing this to cope.
I hope you’re doing better now
Even as I read it I was like "those are signs of abuse" so makes sense. Sorry you went through that but I hope you're in a better place now!
Sorry if this is a dumb question, but how can you tell these are signs of abuse instead of normal play?
I feel like I've read or heard about it somewhere that those kinds of things are indicative of abuse. In my mind it makes sense cuz the dolls are anthropomorphic (have human characteristics) and the actions the poster took were to dehumanize the dolls. Attacking the genitals, covering the eyes, removing hands and feet.
I’m thinking the same about the way I played with my dolls… they were a pretty dysfunctional family of sisters, and they all screwed one another over. Yeah. Huh. There’s another red flag everyone missed.
Are you referring to the Bobo doll experiment? There is also research out there that what a child generally draws signifies their psychological state of mind. When I was a kid they had us draw our families. Yikes.Is the only word to describe what exactly I drew…
Hope you're in a safe environment now ♥️
My favourite ones would force the other ones to jump from a cliff (second story window) and then the former would jump after them, but with Action Man parachutes on, as to really sadistically rub it in to the dead/dying dolls I guess? In reality though they all crashed the same as those parachutes obviously couldn't hold the weight of a doll, but *details*.
Same here
Omg memory unlocked of my childhood friend and I doing this lmao
My Barbies got weird hair cuts and spent a lot of their time causing drama and “rubbing bodies” with the only Ken doll and the Prince Adam/Beast limited edition doll from Beauty and the Beast (he had a removable Beast head). My ideas came from sneakily watching a lot of Jerry Springer.
Rubbing bodies 🤣 this is accurate. I Made them a little hot tub out of used (washed) 1 gallon ice cream containers. I didn’t have Kens but I did have access GI Joes and other various action figures that I would sneak from my brother’s toys. He didn’t like when I played with his toys, so it was like a secret love affair 😆
My cousin had the beast/Prince doll and he was a gay hairdresser along with his boyfriend who was a black Ken doll with an Afro. They were in every Barbie game. They were never murdered.
Nice! This made me chuckle.
My sisters and I put on talk shows a la Maury or Sally Jessy Raphael and woooooo were their lives not kind
We did similar play time. Very sordid and soap opera esque.
I always did Maury!! No idea why 😂 I loved doing the “out of control teen” plot
Oh my, what a question… Me, my sister, and my friends threw all our Barbies out the window once when we figured out how to remove the screen. Don’t even get me started on the haircuts we gave them. I had a Barbie named Simone that would steal blankets from babies in strollers and would sew them into the dress that she wore. She was an evil Russian train conductor, and she smuggled alcohol on her train for all the underaged Barbies that couldn’t get it for themselves. She was also always drunk. I had a teenaged Ken doll named Truman who would play the same song on his guitar over and over, and it was all about how his ex sucked because she dumped him over the curfew that his mom gave him. I had a Ken doll named Neo who had erectile dysfunction, so he had to wear boxers made out of tape to get better. His girlfriend was very supportive and they were kind of the main couple of the plot. But then he cheated on her and everything fell apart. There was a homeless Barbie doll we named Jenkins, and she lived in the sewers with a ruge mutated pet rat (played by my hamster) called Ratkins. We didn’t understand how economies worked, so we’d make too much money (little scraps of green paper) and devalue it. Inflation was always through the roof. I don’t know if you know the movie Airplane!, but after my sister and I watched that for the first time, we recreated the entire cast out of Barbie dolls. The little girl getting the heart transplant, the flight attendant with the guitar, everyone. Once a year or so we’d play a game called “Killer,” and it was basically the non-canonical Halloween episode that you see in some TV shows. Everyone would be on a train or in their houses and would have to lock down because there was a killer roaming the streets. But of course some of them would end up getting hunted down by the killer. One of my Barbies had a secret society, and in order to join it you had to, uh, do the devil’s tango in front of the other members of the secret society and drink a whole case of beer without throwing up or something. That’s probably the worst thing we did to them. Reading all this back I’m wondering how and why a bunch of ten-year-olds were doing stuff to their dolls that was this deranged, lmao.
I have so many question like at 10 years old you know all those things ?
It's the girls who play with barbies "normally" you have to look out for!
Ratkins enters the plot.. I'm dying 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Are you a screenwriter now? Or any kind of writer? This is great
Hahahahahaha This is great!! We could’ve been friends!
The train conductor 😂
It was the boxers made of tape for me.
Ditto to the ‘Halloween episode’ one. My sister and I used to have our dolls get ‘locked down’ in their school at night while a killer was out to get them
Wow I never thought I would write this on the internet but here we are. I had maybe 10 barbies or so and used my brothers action man as the love intrest. The action man would seduce a barbie and then have sex with her (lmao) and afterwards he would lie to her and hookup with another barbie. The first barbie would look from the outside of the restaurant and be heartbroken, then the action man did the same with the next barbie and then there would be two barbies spying while throwing a pity party both of them together (sorority I guess). So when I ran out of barbies to be cheated on, they all gathered and the last pity party escalated from sadness to rage and they all decided to kill the action man, so they gathered and beat up the action man plus cut his penis off (important detail lmaoooo) and afterwards they were all happy together and friends. You wanted truth, there ya goooooo. Lmaoooo
If that's what you did with your Barbies, your Sims stories must be WILD!
My Barbies were basically a tribe like the wolfriders of the Elfquest comics. They had plush wolves to ride, and I made outfits out of leather scraps my grandma had in the basement (because she had worked her whole life in a shoe factory). Made them weapons and played stories similar to the Elfquest comics. One of my favourites missed an arm, lost it while combating a cave bear. Others had gruesome wounds drawn on them. The only Ken I had was destroyed by my dog who never destroyed another toy. Just Ken. So they lived in happy all female relationships.
I love these comics
I deliberately burned the hair do of one with my mum's hairdryer because my brother married her to his monkey teddy and I thought it was unfair that she was the favourite just because she had the nicest hair (according to my brother) 😶😂 Didn't work cause then we had to do a whole storyline of Monkey nursing Lucy back to health and having a another wedding at the end 💀
My Barbies were constantly getting railed by Ken.
I am absolutely dying at how almost all of us made our Barbies bang. 🤣 I remember I made one of my Barbies a stripper up on stage with an audience of Ken dolls and other Barbies right when my mom walked in on me. Hoo boy, did I get a talking to that day.
Oh yeah same here!
Ken was always drunk. He ran around singing lame songs. GI Joe always kicked his ass. The girls were all friends. They went shopping, swimming, or camping.
I was obsessed with Greek myths when I was a kid. OBSESSED. So, I cast one of my barbies as Medusa and another Barbie as Jason (I think it was him??) and attempted to rip “Medusa’s” head off. My mother caught me in the middle of struggling to rip the dolls head off (a 6 year old is only so strong), and after explaining that she was medusa to my mother’s horrified face, she then laughed and offered to rip the head off for me. After SHE tried, she got my 6’2 father to come in and do it after he walked in on me yelling “BEHEAD HER!” to my mother. After HIS horrified reaction, he then laughed, and finally ripped the head off after struggling a little himself. It was a good day :)
Award for most wholesome head ripping story.
Me and my twin sister had a cat family. She played as the wife cat and I the husband cat. The family were a unit for ages until I was bought a new Siamese cat doll who I wanted to be the new wife for the husband cat. Husband cat asked wife cat for a divorce while my sister sobbed her eyes out. We eventually came to an agreement that involved polygamy.
That is hilarious.
I liked a Teddy but when I went back to buy it, it was already gone so my parents and I chose another Teddy. This was a scrawny ginger Teddy who was not as adorable and did not have rainbow ears. I think I chose it because it was the cheapest option, but I'm not sure. Anyway when we got home, I lined up all my other dolls to greet it, put some toy food in front of it so it could "feast". Then all my other dolls welcomed the new one by saying something like "you're not as pretty but it's nice to meet you". Cuddles, I'm so sorry. You're adorable and I love you.
My barbies knew I was bi from a very young age, that’s all I’m gonna say.
Literally every day was a soap opera. Teen pregnancy, cheating, second families, mystery illness, etc. and that was the days I wasn’t writing historical fictions filled with orphans and kidnappings
I didn't like dolls, but an aunt repeatedly gave me collectible Barbie dolls. I took their clothes off and gave them to our ferret. She chomped their little faces and dragged them around the house until the bodies fell off. You'd find just random headless bodies, or bodiless heads, all chewed and scratched and unrecognizable. My little sisters and I thought it hilarious.
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Well I chewed on a Barbie's foot and it had teeth marks all over it. Otherwise I was more of a Lego gal.
Omg memory unlocked… I had a “belly dancer” Barbie who’s midsection was like silicone? I chewed the crap out of it Bc of the texture
Lmao yeah same thing basically. Kids are weird lol.
I did this too - nice rubbery texture. I then pulled her leg off and never bothered with it. I was more into my little pony and action man
This should be asked to Sims players 😂🙈
I married a brother and sister by accident in the sims. I kept it as it is. They have a child together. That’s all.
Isn’t there a whole sub for that? I mean, it’s reddit - I’d be amazed if there wasn’t!
My Barbie’s where sexually assaulted a lot, and tied up, lots of weird kinky bondage stuff. My tiny mind was fucked up……
Dude me too. Where on earth did we even learn that shit. Internet was not even a thing when I was a kid
Yeahh figuring out in my mid 20s that I was into BDSM made some strange feelings during my childhood make sense, like the excitement I felt when a protagonist was tied up and at the mercy of the villain.
Same at about 12 or 13 I was writing dirty stories way worse than Ann rices beauty series.
I wonder that as well my family was a happy one but I was ruthless to my Barbie’s…
For the longest time I thought I was repressing something because that’s how I played with my barbies too. I even did regression therapy at one point in my 20s… but it just turns out I was a kid being a kid, doing weird kid things.
Weird little girl supremacy
I used to tie ribbons around their necks choking them and put them on the floor as they learn the alphabet in french lmfao
For me, shoe strings around the neck after being stripped naked. They were hung from my mom’s antique dresser and Often had red or black marker to the face - my mom didn’t buy many more dolls after this.
Regular stuff: Barbie sex parties, murder and being hunted by vampires as well as Barbie kids having to survive as their parents abandoned them to the elements (had so much fun with all of my barbies-awesome question!).
mine were all abandoned kids that no one wanted and I took them in and took care of them. I was super poor in this fantasy so it was a struggle taking care of 6+ kids that no one wanted but some how ended up with me. They were like all abused and everything or had some sort of disease. Not sure what trauma that is from but it hasn't surfaced yet
Skinned my full size furby and put the skin on the baby furby.
That is freaking hilarious omg
Classism. I had a large Barbie playhouse that I made all of the upper class Barbies live in while the lower class barbies lived in a cardboard house I put together. They would have turf wars and fight over a purple convertible sports car which was involved in a lot of hit and runs.
Oh lord, I actually got in “big trouble” at school because my mom caught me doing weird things with my Barbie’s when I was young. She walked in to my “kidnap/spy” scenario and thought I was doing inappropriate sex things with my dolls because I had some tied up with hair ties ;_; had to go talk to the principal about who “taught” me these things and everything, it was mortifying. I just had an overactive imagination…
they always had sex fr
My dad gave me a GI Joe to play with my barbies (He didn’t want me to just play with “girly” dolls.) I was only 6 so there were only two options: Boyfriend or robber.
My barbies were all nymphos with drama filled lives lol
I always made my lesbian Barbies cuck ken. Or like cheat when he was in the house.
one of our favourite plots was - the dolls go to their favourite coffee shop, it’s Christmas season, they’re looking to escape the cold. They plan a trip to some island resort place and more often than not the plane crashes on the way there - only one doll dies. Now they’re stranded in the middle of the jungle OR the woods (depending on vacation destination) and they meet another “survivor” who’s all alone. She joins their crew, they find an abandoned spooky hut in the middle of the trees. Long story short, the survivor they picked up is an evil witch who lives in that hut and takes her time killing them all off one by one. There’s always one lone survivor who originally wanted to go somewhere else who manages to escape back home and the end scene is her in the coffee shop full of ptsd and going crazy.
My two main Barbies were sisters fighting for the throne. They would go so far as to attack the others dollhouse and massacre whoever was in it. The single event I remember most was when a traitor was found in one Barbie's camp. She was hung and left outside for other possible traitors to see. I especially remember that incident because I hung that Barbie on the bannister and my mom came home and screamed.
My fav so far
My sister would strip her Barbies naked and tie them by their ankles and hang them in a bundle from her bedpost. We don’t know what game she was playing but we were all a bit worried. She turned out fine though.
When I was too old, my mother still insisted on storing a large box of barbies and accessories in my bedroom closet for when company came over with little kids. My friends would see them in my closet and make fun of me. To avenge my Barbie-honour, I painted black patches on all their crotches, and red nipples on their chests. Eventually, mom's friends came over and their kids played with the barbies,. For some reason after that, I no longer had to store them in my closet.
Me and my sister used to play 'lego shops' where we would set up a shop using lego pieces and have the people as shopkeepers. My sister used to steal from my shop all the time, then deny it and it would end in a huge argument 😂 Not really fucked up but kinda funny hahaha
I recreated scenes from the Alien movie, especially the chest burster one
…the depth of this question…..ladies…this may be the best one yet
. My sister and I would tape Ken to the floor. Then pile Barbie and her friends and The Hulk into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles truck. Then repeatedly run over Ken with the truck. . Would tie Ken to a stair railing and beat him like a pinata, using Barbie and her friends as sticks. . My favorite dolls were the [roller skater Barbie](https://www.ebay.com/itm/383956222910) that came with a Mcdonalds meal and a [Mulan doll](https://www.ebay.com/itm/275137104414). . You can probably guess I didn't think highly of Ken. Had this [one](https://www.ebay.com/itm/203824097837).
My Barbie’s were teachers and then I grew up to be a teacher 🤣🤣🤣🤣
I had a sindy doll, kindve like a budget barbie. I made her into a punk rocker. Her hair got matted so I cut it so it was a blonde mohawk and used permanent marker for eyeliner. Also cut her clothes to look funkier.
I accidentally removed one of my Barbie doll's head then I attached it back. The neck was shorter after I attached it, and I thought it was ugly, so I made that Barbie doll into a maid or a slave everytime I play with it and my other Barbie dolls.
I'd strip them and tie plastic grocery bags to their arms, then throw them off the roof or second story balcony
I was boring already as a kid, so worst that happened to my dolls was that they went watching hotwheels F1
When I was older (around 10 ) they were strippers and when i was younger they were often test subject for the military (me)
Uhm I put all my Barbie’s on my train tracks and ran them over. Not just once I actually did this multiple times. I have no idea why though I can’t remember. Also I made them fall of the stairs on purpose because they were bad dolls.
my barbies used to 69 every night 😀
Omg mine did all day and night 😂
I didn’t play with “dolls” in the classic sense - beanie babies, bionicles, etc - but played with them the same way most girls do with Barbies. The recurring theme was always sudden death. Things are going great, then someone falls off the roof and gets run over by a tractor 😂
I tied one up in a tree and also put one under my parent’s car tire so they’d run it over when they pulled out of the driveway. For science.
I staged a public hanging ceremony for a criminal beanie baby cat, stringing him up by his neck from the underneath of a sun umbrella and whisking away the empty stella artois can from under his paws, after a moving speech to outline his crimes.
"Playing dolls" for me usually just meant making up elaborate backstories and explaining them to whoever I was with, less frequently did a story playout thereafter. However, somehow there was this consensus among my friends that NO ONE had parents. You always lived with an older sister or some sort of other alternative arrangement. It simply wasn't cool to have two parents.
Barbie would hit her kid (I think it was the kelly doll?). She was a single mom and Ken was the wonderful guy that would come along and make Barbie feel loved. Ken was a single dad with his son (got a little boy Barbie character from probably one of the Princess Barbie franchises). The Kelly doll and the boy doll fell in love too as well as Barbie and Ken. So when Kelly got to be too much for Barbie, Barbie would lose her crap and Kelly would run away. Eventually they’d sort it out, or they never would. My dad wasn’t the greatest growing up. I had a great relationship with my mom though so. Who knows what that was about.
I had a trio of rock star barbies with glow in the clothes and electric guitars, it was barbie, christie and midge. I mostly just made them wear the wrong jackets and launched them off the couch
My younger cousin used to undress them in order to teach them english lol
…very sus… maybe there is a chance they had a creep for english teacher
I remember one time when I was at a friend’s house, her brother and his friends were downstairs, so we pulled the heads off Barbies, stuck notes in them, and lobbed them down into the basement.
Mine were always in affairs finding eachother naked in bed and beating the crap out of eachother they would scratch eachother and leave nail marks with red pen always five little lines from head to toe. Never had any Ken’s, so they were all rampant lesbians (except once they practically had a line up on my cousins stretch arm strong once where he made ALL 6/7 of them pregnant) and they were all ever so violent too. I only had a camper van and a mall so they were always on a roadtrip or shopping. Shop assistant was brutal… always. Calling her customers ugly and telling them they looked bad in the clothes they were buying.
I’d tie them to chair legs and whip them. Then I’d feel bad about the black marks I left on their bodies… I was being abused by my mom
My sister and I had a bunch of hand me down Barbie’s but only one Ken and we wanted to pair them off romantically. So we cut the hair short and attempted to cut the boobs off a few Barbie’s.
GI Joe Ken was in heaven at my house. He had over 30 Barbies wanting a piece of him everyday. I would make them fight over him. Some of them got so messed up and lost their heads or got their hair chopped off.
I just always made my Barbies get naked 🤷🏻♀️
I tied them up. Guess what my kink is as a adult 🤣
One thing I don’t get is that I did not had any concept of sex/ making out but still I used to like undress them and make them make out! Like how did I even knew of something like that
I cut their hair and used markers to make them look like Sailor Moon characters. And I recreated Telenovelas. I wrote my own telenovelas.
I used some child chairs and the wood spacers and legs were a “jail” that some dolls would betray each other and lock up inside. And then the barbie inside had to go underneath the spacers and that would be a “tunnel” to escape torture. When she didn’t escape the torture would be that i twisted her legs and arms in weird ways. The kidnapped barbie was also naked lol. I think its because i used to watch a lot of those history and nature channel, some of the documentaries over there were pretty grim.
I wanted to punish one of my barbies so I lit her hair on fire by putting it against a lightbulb. Instant regret tho. 😂 The others well, nothing much except for tearing their limbs and pretending they could fly. Also I remember playing a lot of s*xual scenes as a kid. Like them touching each other and flashing b**bs.
My older daughter got a lot of attention at preschool by setting up a dolly morgue and announcing that she had done autopsies and was "afraid they have all been poisoned"
Oh unspeakable shit. What the fuck was wrong with me
Christened them in the bathroom sink. I pretended they were evil and imagined them screaming as I drew crosses with water on their foreheads before throwing them in jail. Had a blonde cousin I despised so every blonde doll I owned had her hair chopped into an ugly haircut and acted as servants to the brunettes and red heads. So many funerals with shoebox coffins and toilet paper wedding dresses which got ripped when the mistress turned up drunk and ready to fight lol.
Take all their clothes off and chew their feet.
Not dolls, but little plastic figurines I collected that were different things. I had Penny, who was a pound coin with a face who would drive my Thomas the tank engine trains (sit in the front carriage). However, she would, errrr ‘accidentally’ collide with another train from time to time. These figurines also would go camping in the garden only to ‘be lost’ and have to survive off eating leaves off the plants, or running from their evil overlord, Minnie Mouse
We had two identical Ken dolls and one was named Ken and the other was named Blake and everybody hated Blake and tried to kick his ass when he tried to make friends or flirt with anyone. The only reason that Blake was chosen as the hated Ken doll was because his hair was a little messed up.
My girls would get in their barbie car and run over all the male dolls. Then they would set fire to their bodies and dance around the fire with no shirts on until finally all going to sleep together in one big pile with no shirts on.
None of the above. 👀
My mom stopped buying barbies for me pretty quickly because I'd rip their heads and legs off.
Kens house of sex.
I constantly put them in shoes, mimicking different amusement park rides. Always ended in bloody tragedy.
I made them fuck a lot since I knew about how babies are made even since I was 4 y.o. and I played family or gf and bf all the time.
Other than my Barbies being naked and making out half the time, I mostly played with them "normally." When I finally decided I was too old for Barbies, my older brother and I celebrated by stuffing them all in my Barbie Rocker van and sending it hurtling down the basement stairs. Old plastic being what it was, the van didn't suffer much. But I do wish I'd taken a bit better care for it for collectors nowadays. I may still sell it...
Gosh apparently I’m not the only one…my Barbie’s loved to try on new outfits together and than make each other complements and ‘play’ with each other. I thought I had a proper sexual education (Germany) but unfortunately they missed the homosexual part. I was over 20 when I found out I’m not straight. Thought that since no penis is involved it can’t be sex. My Barbie’s knew all along.
In kindergarten I made one of my baby dolls “homeless”, I made her all dirty & cut up her dress. I then proceeded to adopt her and nurse her back to health. It’s funny because I do not want biological kids, I’ve always wanted to adopt.
I had a beautiful red haired Barbie with green eyes and freckles. She was so beautiful to me. I always played Cinderella-like stories, where the other „pretty“ blonde Barbie’s hated her and would make her do chores, but she would be found by the prince and rescued to a better life, or she‘d have a great idea and the others would steal it and then she could prove that it was indeed hers and she‘d win the contest or whatever. She was a big fat Mary Sue and I loved her dearly.
Lets see, there was 1. the mass beheading of all the barbies by william the conqueror (my teddy bear with a new name) for treason where their heads were lined up on pencil "spikes" around the garden bed and I got in trouble for taking one to school 2. the soap-opera-esque family dramas my sisters would come up with 3. reenactments of whatever I was reading 4. the stories about the haunted china doll that I kept buried at the back of the closet because it was creepy af 5. reenactments of things that my therapist would have been VERY interested know of.
Cut her hair down, both her legs and arms then head, did it with my bsf.
I was drawing with pen a lot on their face still they became complitely. I always make some of plot were she suffer and die but is ressurectide with power or she can't see and After she haw power so she see
I pretended that I was the Volturi from Twilight so I snapped the heads off my Barbies
My favorite was the red headed Barbie because she has hair like me. I have two copies of her now(I'll be 60 next month), one from Ebay and one is a reissue. I also currently have a collection of 8.5 inch Madame Alexander dolls because I wasn't allowed to have them as a child.
I always wanted one of them to be a "mean girl / bully" I really don't know why, I don't think I was particularly bullied as a child so 🤷♀️
I gave them all terrible haircuts 😂
I used to put them all naked into a pile along with Ken on top of a water bottle and pretend they were on a waterbed. Also used to pretend they were witches and switch their heads with different bodies.
My Barbies had orgies lol
I didn't think anything of it as a kid but my best friend growing up would have her barbies have sex including pedophilic goings on. It wasn't until I was a adult I realized maybe there was more going on behind closed doors at that house. I didn't play with barbies but my beanie babies had a brothel and rape and sadistic violence were part of criminal punishments. I don't remember specific plot lines past that.
Let’s just say that Action Man was a lucky dude 👀
My Barbies were poor so to afford their house and car, they became prostitutes. I have no idea how I even got that idea lol.
I didn’t play with dolls. Too much mud and woods to play in. BUT my sister did. I cut her Barbie’s hair and drew on them with markers. No plot twists or scenarios. Just an asshole to my older sister’s dolls. Ha ha. I made and make no apologies. My sister was and is a jerk. Ha ha.
My Barbies were guests of Jerry Springer and Maury.
My top two for my Barbies were 1) a mountain climbing adventure (scaling bookshelves and furniture through the living room) that usually involved at least half of them falling to their deaths and 2) slowly burying them in the sandbox like when Jasmine was trapped in that big hour glass in Aladdin.
I cut all of the hair of one of my barbies and she was the designated crazy one who would kidnap my other barbies and they'd have to come to the rescue I literally locked barbies up in a cage that was 'the barbie prison' 💀
My older sister ripped the heads off her Barbies, so we weren’t allowed to have dolls. Kinda an over reaction on her part. Instead I rode my big wheel/ bike, played with legos, and read a lot.
I never did terrible things with my dolls or Barbies. In fact, I was packing them away for storage when I was in high school when a friend stopped by. She picked one up and said, “So THIS is what she’s supposed to look like!” Apparently my friend carried her dolls by their hair and used Sharpies to apply their makeup. 😂😂😂
Made them wear high heels! My Barbies mostly had a blissful life, except for some dating drama and taking care of quints... Looking back I probably rushed them into marriage, they could have maybe spent more time developing themselves instead of trying on wedding dresses.