[Diary Entry: Black Raisin - CW: Mourning, Implied Death(?)]
I miss Healer Cookie. I miss the Cookie that wanted to help others wholeheartedly despite his lack of sight and resources. Whose trust was considered almost ignorant in the face of potential friends- or potential threats.
I miss Healer Cookie, who tagged along on an adventure that of which was led by a light that would rid him of his own existence. Who would lose more than a dear friend like the one who would replace him once did. Losing himself more than anything else...
I miss Healer Cookie, who was plagued by memories of a Truth that didn't belong to him. Who had become what the Light seeked him to become, despite it overwriting his own existence.
I miss the Cookie who gave up his entire being to transform into something that fate dragged him into becoming. Selfless as always, to such an extent that his mind was replaced with the Ancient whose mistakes were forced upon a soul who had nothing to do with them.
I miss the Cookie who stayed with the raisins and treated them with a smile. Now, that Cookie is nowhere to be found. Proclaim that the ancient healer has returned, and yet it shadows the loss of someone far more precious.
A figurehead, a powerful being, always busy and caught up with important duties...Meetings, discussion, relations, what have you. That Cookie would never have been strung into these events. Where is he now? Erased? Suppressed? Simply, utterly gone? He proclaims he is Pure Vanilla Cookie now, yet it doesn't sit right.
Healer Cookie. I miss him. If it were not for what fate had in store, I am certain he would smile at where his friends are now. Ridiculous, it is, to mourn someone who is not even dead. Though, considering the circumstances... Ah, nevermind.
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should have gotten more skittles at the grocery store earlier today. there's nothing stopping me from going back for them i just don't want to
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Was about to make a post abt how I want to eat a vitamin supplement that's like, a chewy chalk sort of consistency, and then I realized I'm just imagining eating a giant chewy sweetart which probably taste better than whatever vitamin thing I had in mind.
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Masticate is suuuuch a good word btw
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Look, I love Chewbacca and Luke’s friendship and I almost never see any content on it and that is the absolute worst! I know, Chewie and Han, that’s the duo, but I love Chewie and Luke more, okay, I have a problem, I admit and accept that-
Reading Marvel’s Star Wars comics has just cemented my love for this duo.
Mon Mothma: “We can’t send anyone to rescue Luke from Nar Shaddaa because it would be impossible to rescue him. Nobody would ever volunteer for this type of suicide mission, and there’s no way I’m going to force anyone to go rescue Luke, so it’s sad, but he’ll have to stay there-“
Chewbacca: “I got packed when Luke left a week ago, I have the coordinates set, I have enough bacta to fix a man cut in half, I am ready to go rescue Luke.”
Like!!!! Chewbacca is just “Luke in trouble? Well, I’m not going to leave him.” Chewbacca goes to the smuggler’s moon with a bounty on his head and one protocol droid and is determined to save Luke at any cost. And I love that!
I love the subtle little things. Like, when Luke hasn’t come back from patrol in the Empire Strikes Back and everyone is really worried but they have to close the doors and Chewbacca just yells because he’s so upset they’re abandoning him. And Luke is back and okay and tries to just pat Chewbacca’s shoulder or whatever and Chewbacca just hugs him.
Basically, Chewbacca took one look at this weird, magic, desert twink and decided “I would die for this man” and it’s so good!!!
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Thinking About Belos always, ALWAYS leads me into a rabbit hole of body horror in one way or another. That scene from the cold open of Clouds on the Horizon lives in my brain rent free. Was that fucking bone. Was That Fucking Bone.
And this isn't even touching on his full transformation in King's Tide. Where he fucking smoothly collapses into a fucking pile of goo then reforms into something that Vaguely looks like a fucking body.
His cursed form looks like a fucking decomposed corpse with its flesh barely fucking clinging to its exaggerated skeletal structure (also, those hips are fucking TINY in some shots).
I have Thoughts. A Lot Of Thoughts. And a very vivid image of how the curse Works.
His muscles turning into fucking Mud and Rotted Flesh and then the pressure of That snapping his bones. It takes conscious thought and will for Belos to maintain a humanoid form, to realign his shattered bones into something like a human skeleton (and he Knows how a human skeleton looks, how the bones connect to each other, after hundreds of years pulling one apart) so that he could walk and crawl and Attack.
Whether or not he understands how movement actually works on a muscular level is debateable though. I think he bent his arm BACKWARDS at one point.
If he doesn't think about it, if he isn't exerting effort to look human, he's just gonna be a pile of goo. Like a gore smoothie of rotted flesh and mud and blood and broken bones.
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