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#why would an angel love him?#isn't that the lie? (via @markantonys)
OP, the tags.
the first thing anakin ever called padme was an angel
the last thing he ever called her was a liar
Anakin and Padme’s dialogue from Attack of the Clones reads like the English translation of a Bollywood or Tollywood script.
Obi-Wan: So how is life with two newborns?
Padme, tearing up: Terrible. I didn't know that it was possible for someone to cry this much, Obi-Wan. Make it stop; I can't take it anymore!
Obi-Wan: .....I'm sure that they'll outgrow it someday, Padme.
Padme: oh no, no, no, no. Luke and Leia are angels; they're no trouble at all.
Obi-Wan:
Obi-Wan: But you just said-
Anakin, from the twins' nursery room: *cries loudly* I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
i think people are sleeping on the potential for starwarsatheist!Padme and jedi!Anakin. Like, Anakin is part of a major religious order that has full belief in the power of a mystic cosmic force that powers their telekinetic abilities and lets them see the future.
Do you know how many people would call bullshit on this?
like, give me padme and anakin arguing about whether the force actually exists, or whether there is a 'god-given' prophecy of bringing balance(i personally subscribe to the discovery of midichlorians being a scientific explanation that most scientists in the universe credit for jedi powers. any self-respecting scientist in the GFFA can and would fist fight a jedi philosopher)
padme just being all, 'this is my beautiful husband. he's a bit of a religious nut, but i love him so so much.'
and anakin would be all, 'this is the love of my life, the angel of the galaxy, and if she thinks that the force isn't real, she's valid and i'll fight all your fuckers that disagree.'
even as a shadow, even as a dream
The tomb preserved everything perfectly.
Her image was preserved for all eternity in the stained glass. It felt almost larger than life, with her regnal portrait transferred to the stained glass. Her brown tresses framed her face sharply, and her cold eyes carried grace and class in a way that even her best speeches never truly brought on. The immaculate image she sought to cultivate every time that he saw her get ready for in the Senate was perfect. An icon for the ages.
She stares at him in final judgment; the tone, the serenity, it all carried him back to another woman, with green locks and pale skin, who stood for light and paid the price for her folly. In another life, when his deepest nightmares merely encroached on his reality rather than merge with it, he imagined himself in black with pale skin, holding the weapon shakily as everything bled and suffered to its death. He’d sit the ashes he’d made, hovering over a body, weapon impaling as his bloody hands wrapped around the handle as the Force screamed what did you do.
My nightmares were always my reality, only I was too weak to see it. I could only hide, and when running was impossible, I crumbled and burned everything else for a chance to escape only to fall into the fire I set ablaze.
Vader stalks through the mausoleum, footsteps dull and angry despite the hesitance in their master. The doors whistled quietly as they shut, the small thud echoing through the chamber until it became a deafening roar. His cape swished ominously, frighteningly cheery and disturbing large swaths of air. Everything about his presence in the tomb was foul, unnatural and inhumane, yet he felt drawn to it.
When he finally gained the arrogance to reenter Naboo and attend her mausoleum, he stopped in front of the carved doors for two minutes. His background swirled in that Force-damned red tinge, his limbs weighed him until it felt like agony to simply remain upright, and his breathing so loud it almost managed to drown out the last words of a strangled woman.
I love you…..Anakin..
Her coffin had her image carved into it, and for a moment he reaches out, to tenderly stroke her face, and he withdraws. He is a monster, she is dead. He will forever hate himself to death, and deny himself the release of impalement, for he would never deserve it. She would remain dead, the galaxy would spin on its uncaring rotation, oblivious to the rage he wreaked upon it. He loved her, oh how he loved her, but that love could not keep her. He'd love her as misery loved him, and even misery's tight fingers felt like a loose grip as he remembered choking the life from her. He once may have proclaimed his desire to move the stars for her joy, to warp reality to her whims, to burn her enemies, smiling at their agonizing screams and to wretch the eyes from her enemies and string them like pearls, but that life was over. None of that weak man, of the lakes of Varykino, of an office corner in Coruscant, of a wine bottle on a speeder exists.
He settles for kneeling, and almost scoffs at the delusions he enjoys laboring under. For all of his denials, hatred and numb terror, he is powerless at her hands. Death, for all of its unstoppable malice and vitriol, could not crush his weakness.
The whiteness of everything, the morning star’s light filtering through the stained glass, the marble arches and walkways, her coffin, the last image of her that he would ever see, repelled him. The purity, the kindness, the goodness, it all fell into a mockery of sorts. Everything that she dedicated herself towards, he proved himself to be the antithesis of. Her Republic was overthrown, fallen with him to create his Empire. Her belief in the goodness of the Jedi? Lost to the cold sweeps of times, which would wash the Jedi’s deeds away until they were nothing more than an ancient memory.
The cold marble seemed to freeze into his joints, almost as a warning. Leave, do not return. Poison this place no longer, demon.
And when Darth Vader turned to leave, he could feel arms around him. He wasn’t sure whether they were holding him in place or dragging him out: kicking, punching, screaming leave leave before he infected her forever.
i know anidala isn't that type of couple, but if george lucas gave us a single scene of anakin and padme doing her taxes, i would have been ready to burn for their love. i already do that, but it would have been been better.
Leia: *gets a paper cut*
Luke, tearing the paper: HASN'T SHE SUFFERED ENOUGH
Anakin & Padme "Revenge of the Sith"
If not for his dreams, he’d withdraw from the Order today. Now. The Lost Twenty would be the Lost Twenty-One. Let the scandal come; it wouldn’t destroy their lives. Not their real lives. It would destroy only the lives they’d had before each other: those separate years that now meant nothing at all.
Revenge of the Sith Novelization by Matthew Stover
you know what would have been funny? i was busy thinking of some Imperial! Anidala AUs and there's one which just crossed my mind.
Imagine Padmé joins Vader on Mustafar, Vader beats Obi, and kills Sidious to take over. Vader tries to deepen his connection to the Dark Side as he and Padmé rule over the galaxy. Vader tries to portray himself as this evil, fearsome autocrat but is way too popular: he doesn't create the Death Star because neither he nor Padmé likes it, he abolishes slavery because duh, literally all of the clones (they don't get replaced) love him, he's still seen as the war hero, he's very handsome, and Padmé's presence + coregency mellows him out a lot. Padmé and his children are also there, and his love for them is wayyyyyy too much that he isn't nearly as evil and dark as he should be
Eventually, Vader comes to Padmé crying about how his connection to the Dark Side is weakening because of how much he loves her and the children and how he can't fuel his inner darkness anymore. He isn't really a Sith anymore and eventually Padmé convinces him to just let it go, renounce his darkness, and let the love flow through him so now he's just emperor anakin, former jedi and failed sith
emperor vader: suffering from success
clone wars doodle comp!
Padme: Beat three eggs? In what? Political Debate?
Obi-Wan: Must be since Anakin didn't let me bring weapons in the kitchen.
Anakin, who is done with Rich Kids who've never cooked before: Okay, both of you out!
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same Cursing my name, wishing I stayed You turned into your worst fears And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain Crossing out the good years And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed (My tears ricochet-Taylor Swift)
Also:
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night But the ending is the same every damn time
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything (Strange Love-Halsey)
Lyrics that reflect the relationship between Anakin and Padmé. I'll start!
That's when she said "I don't hate you boy I just want to save you While there's still something left to save" That's when I told her, "I love you girl But I'm not the answer For the questions that you still have" (Rise Against - Savior)
begging people to understand that our knowledge and in-universe knowledge are not the same thing.
kapoor and sons but it's obi-wan and anakin coming back after their grandfather dooku suffered a heart attack and they have to confront their dysfunctional relationship with their parent qui-gon and someone else i have to come up with.
we justifiably give anakin a lot of shit for putting his foot in his mouth and telling padme all about sand when he tried to flirt with her but at least he never said 'నీ స్నేహితురాళ్ళు ఓ మోస్తరుగుంటారు అందుకనే ఏమో నువ్వందంగుంటావు' to her.
for reference, this actually translates to 'your friends look extremely average, maybe that's why you look so beautiful'
we justifiably give anakin a lot of shit for putting his foot in his mouth and telling padme all about sand when he tried to flirt with her but at least he never said 'నీ స్నేహితురాళ్ళు ఓ మోస్తరుగుంటారు అందుకనే ఏమో నువ్వందంగుంటావు' to her.
HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!
My tears ricochet is about Anakin and Obi-Wan. Exile is about Ahsoka and illicit affairs is about Anakin and Padme.
Phantom of the opera/Star Wars au. Vader as the Phantom. Anakin as Raoul. Padme as Christine.
I know Anakin's desilusions of grandiosity are the talk of the town, but something something Padmé dehumanization of herself as a result of so much survivor trauma and so many close death calls. She's the senator with the highest murder attempts on her, she gets assesination attempts weekly and brushes them off, and she keeps chasing for justice to the point of collition, she sees people dying around her all the time but she keeps on living and living, at some point she's flirting with death as much as Anakin does in the battlefield. And something something, Anakin, ironically, in his extreme trauma and fear of death taking the people he loves, being the only one to say "You're a person, and your name is Padmé, not queen nor senator, and you're as fragile as any other live being" Something something the irony that person that most adored her being also the one who saw her as a person Something something Anakin commiting atrocities not for a goddess, no for a politician no for royalty, for a person. Something something how contrarian it is, that Anakin sees himself as a weapon, and Padmé's extreme guilt becoming what seems like superiority.
And particularly here in this comic something something how easily Anakin can walk through that storm Padme has created, how easily he can enter into her headspace and she doesn't flinch, doesn't blink, she isn't even surprised because she expects him and he's the only one that knows and can reach her like this, they're just having a conversation, something something.
Something.
I swear this was the end of me, so idc if i'm rambling, this comic kept me up awake for more than one day, because the power would go out every single time i sat to work on it, damnit
i need to sleep asap, and eat, eating first probably