How would the Barbies feel about Transgender Barbie and a Transgender Ken? Both of them were made to represent to Transgender community (I legit came up with this idea as I was doing school work lol)
- Kneecaps anon
I'll just split this into a Barbie!Reader and Ken!Reader if that's cool-
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Trans!Barbie!Reader
Having a Transgender Barbie in Mattel's toyline was a huge milestone!
You were made to represent the trans community (specifically MtF individuals) and teach the importance of trans rights, pride, and acceptance.
Fortunately in Barbieland, all three of those things were present.
Your dreamhouse even had some transgender flag color accents, too!
The Barbies were immediately welcoming after learning you're the newest doll to show up, curious as to what you do for fun and letting you hang out with them during girls' night.
With those you're closest friends with (like Doctor Barbie who gives you checkups and helps you overcome any dysphoria, or Stereotypical Barbie who always invites you on shopping trips for dresses), you share your story about your transition, feeling proud of yourself and your journey.
All of the Barbies are confident you've inspired transwomen everywhere to unapologetically be their truest selves.
Trans!Ken!Reader
Likewise, introducing the first Transgender Ken doll was also a big milestone for Mattel--even though Kens in general aren't the company's primary focus.
Still, you wouldn't wanna be anybody else.
If you're ever topless or wear open shirts, you have visible top surgery scars (or a binder) that a few Barbies have asked you about.
They're all genuinely curious and are supportive when you explain that those features are part of your transition.
However, when you first visited Malibu Beach, you initially worried about not being perceived as "manly" enough by the other Kens and kept your chest hidden.
Unlike the Barbies who never got insecure unless they "malfunctioned", Kens usually did since they're inherently competitive with each other.
But when you met Simu!Ken and Ryan!Ken (by interrupting another attempted "beach-off" between them), they realized you were the doll everyone's been talking about.
You showed them your surgery scars/binder and they instantly thought you were cool.
Your kenergy™ was indeed off the charts.
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Oooh! I think I got a fun one. Can I have some headcanons for the lamb? He was walking around one day and encountered a tall human who wears a cloak with lamb horns? He doesn't know their human until they remove their hood (Also the reader is nonbinary because gender gets boring sometimes :]) (Also I headcanon that humans are either nearly extinct or the all of them live underground.)
- Kneecaps Anon
Aw I adore this idea!!
Also this will take place in the early days of Lamb's cult (where they're still getting the hang of managing followers, rituals, etc...definitely long before slaying and indoctrinating all the bishops)
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While Lamb was crusading through an unknown part of the Old Faith, they came across the ruins of a village that looked most peculiar. Much unlike previous ones they've discovered.
The homes, although desecrated, were far bigger than ones Leshy's followers would live in. They could barely reach the doorknob!
So they continued to investigate, before noticing someone emerging from the bushes with a bag and bloody dagger.
It's you, a mysterious tall figure wearing a cloak and sandals. But what intrigued them the most were the horns that poked through your hood.
They were unmistakably a lamb's horns.
At first they were hopeful that another one of their kind survived the slaughter...although when they called out to you, you stopped and stared at them in bewilderment.
"W-Were you talking to me?"
"Of course! Are you a lamb, too?"
"...ah...I'm sorry to say this, but no. I am not." Realizing who this was upon seeing the Red Crown, you uncovered your hood, revealing that you were in fact human. "I can understand why my "horns" led to you to believe that."
"That's too bad.." They frown, before expressing surprise that a human was still living in these lands...believing that they've all gone extinct.
But you politely corrected them on the matter.
"There used to be a lot of us, living in villages just like this. My ancestors had treaties with the Bishops until they were attacked by the One Below. And for whatever reason they chose to take their anger out on us, demanding that we go live in their domains or perish. Obviously we refused and, well...now this little village is the only proof we ever existed here."
"I see.." Lamb grimaced. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you the only one left?"
"Yeah. This place thrived for generations, invisible to the eyes of the Bishops, but all my friends and family either died off or fled to some other land, unable to cope with the constant feeling of danger all around us. Though I wanted to stay because I didn't want those false gods to scare me away from my home." You end your somber tale with a determined huff, still smiling. "But yeah...it sucks, but I've managed to survive for this long...so.."
Seeing as your views aligned with theirs, Lamb immediately invited you to join their cult, promising you safety and better living conditions in exchange for your devotion.
But unlike the more simple-minded animal followers they've wrapped around their finger, you weren't so easily convinced.
Although you admired lambs, you didn't like how this one was basically giving you the same ultimatum the Bishops once did to your ancestors: Join or perish. It seemed quite hypocritical.
In the end, you request to see the cult first and decide for yourself.
They oblige..but unfortunately for them, that means they can't just warp you there and use omnipresence to return to the temple grounds quickly.
But they knew they'll have to earn your respect and make a good first impression--and dropping you through a demonic portal's not exactly the best way to do that.
When you finally arrived, you were impressed by the architecture and the temple...
As well as all of Lamb's followers who flocked to you, awestruck at a newcomer like yourself. Some were familiar with your species, others have never seen anything like you before.
Regardless, they shook your hands in greeting, being fascinated by your cloak and how your hair looked, asking you so many questions that they nearly overwhelmed you.
You haven't gotten this much attention in years!
Lamb was lowkey jealous and pushed them all back to give you some breathing room.
The adorable creatures won your heart over, and you agreed to follow Lamb's teachings faithfully.
They simply changed the colors and symbol on your cloak to match those of the followers. You still kept the horns, as they found no reason to get rid of them.
Afterwards they showed you around, only to realize that you'll need some major accommodations if you were going to spend the rest of your life here.
You couldn't exactly take the mattress from your village here, and the little beds/shelters were too small for you to comfortably sleep in; and grassy gruel and berry dishes weren't going to sustain your hunger for long.
Nevertheless, they vowed to meet your needs, though they also worried about how well you'll fit in and get along with everyone--considering you're the only human.
Later around sundown, you noticed one follower (the only one who didn't greet you this morning) sitting in front of a makeshift grave with a depressed expression.
Lamb explains they've been stuck that way since their indoctrination several days ago, being the sole survivor of a massacre. The grave was that of their lover, who was murdered right in front of them by one of the Bishops themselves.
The sheep learned what happened via mindreading..but apparently it was so traumatic, they spared you from the details.
However, they expressed frustration in failing to convince this follower to move on and start contributing to the cult.
They've exhausted every possible effort at motivating them: inspiration, random gifts, even a funeral service was conducted (and for someone who wasn't even in the cult)..but nothing worked.
Lamb was starting to get angry, but quickly calms down and just reassures you not to worry, instead trying to show you where you'll be sleeping.
"Wait, do I have permission to approach them, Leader? Maybe I can help them out."
"....I doubt it. It's like talking to a piece of stone....but you have my permission to try." They allow you to go, wondering what you'll do differently.
You just went over to the follower and introduced yourself, sitting beside them for a few minutes in the hopes your presence would comfort them.
At first Lamb thinks you're wasting your time, but somehow....you got that silent follower to actually talk about their lover and all the good memories they had together, getting choked up by the end.
You offered them a hug, which they accepted as they buried their face into your chest, sobbing their little heart out and wailing over the cruelty of the Bishops.
It filled you with both sorrow and anger, wanting nothing more than to see their blasphemous empire crumble because of the grief they brought upon this one follower alone.
Meanwhile, Lamb's standing there just..completely shocked, especially after you calmed down the follower and bring them over to them.
"F-Forgive me, my Leader, if...I was being a nuisance by not listening to you." They apologize. "If you want me to start working right now, then I shall. I feel okay enough to do so. Whatever you need, just say the word."
"Wha...??? But....n-never mind. You're forgiven, [F/n]. For now just get some rest." Lamb dismissed them, and only after they've gone to bed do they turn to you with comically-wide eyes. "By the One Below...how did you do that???"
"Dunno." You shrugged. "I guess all they needed was a hug."
"...then why didn't they just ask me for one???"
"They probably didn't know they needed one until now. But I figured your mindreading powers would've anticipated that."
"...are you insulting the might of the Red Crown!?"
"I mean no offense, Leader." You chuckle, patting their wooly head. "Now, where will I be sleeping?"
Although a little irked, Lamb quickly got over it, relieved that you were able to help that follower...how ever you managed to do it.
You had a selfless heart, and that was a good asset to have in the cult.
Why were they ever worried? You'll fit in just fine.
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