a single mom padmé idea that’s been living in my brain lately
[ note: the clothing inspiration for these designs were taken from bedouin, tuareg, iranian, and saudi arabian references, as well as the original tatooinian designs + padmé’s nieces in the aotc cut scenes. i wanted my version of tatooine to more accurately reflect what desert cultures look like in the real world and just be more practical in general ]
(disclaimer: not meant to reference or support original artist’s views or intent)
“‘No.’ He laid a gentle finger on her lips, smiling down at her. ‘No buts. No worries. You worry too much as is.’
‘I have to,’ she said, smiling through the tears in her eyes. ‘Because you never worry at all.’”
— Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith Novelization
[ original + rambles under the cut ]
sometimes i think about the realness of anidala’s stories. boys much too young sent off to war; their lovers taking on the emotional burden of being their relief. i think about how padmé, as a senator, would have her own struggles and worries to face alongside stressing that her teenage husband wasn’t going to return from the frontlines. i wonder if she was able to talk about it when they met up, the same way we see her constantly listening to his ongoing turmoil— especially during the latter half of the war. or, maybe, they just sat together. two people charging head-first into different types of battles because they felt they had no other options. i have to do this.
older luke and leia to go with my tatooine!padmé au
[ note: much like last time, the clothing inspiration for these designs were taken from bedouin, tuareg, iranian, and saudi arabian references to more accurately reflect real-life desert-wear ]
this has definitely been my favorite padmé look to illustrate, ironically combined with my least favorite anakin i’ve done. i really struggled getting his face right in this, and i’m honestly not super satisfied with the result. nonetheless, i enjoy the end result and it’ll keep fueling my ongoing hyperfixation on doomed lovers
throwing around the idea of a pre-colonial philippines inspired Na’vi clan, featuring a (wip) oc, Hìra’syul (they/them)
notes under the cut!
the clan is called Tsawkpayìva, the “jungle island clan,”
their name is based of the Na’vi word for sun, “tsawk”
they are located on the tropical island, Kiey’an, which is at the edge of a series of islands in Pandora’s oceans, each one housing its own clan and culture
similar to the Aranahe, they are well-known for their dyes, specializing in colorful fabrics and pottery
they are often adorned with jewelry made of golden bark, a cultural staple of their people and arts
similar to the Metkayina, tattoos made of plant and charcoal document the wearer’s life and status, with the location and design holding its own meaning (such as one coming from the mouth representing a strong voice)
to combat the heat of the islands, they will typically wear loose, flowy fabrics paired with a wide-brimmed sun hat
they rely on their farms for nourishment, building their villages around fields of grain
their homes are canopy-like structures built around the trunks of large palm trees, using their leaves for shade while remaining fairly close to the ground
physically, they are built a bit shorter and stockier than the Omatikaya— with shorter, thicker tails and lighter blue skin (a halfway point between the the Omatikaya and Metkayina)
i’m still working on other details (such as what their spiritual animal will be), but i’ve been having fun figuring them out and learning about pre-colonial life in the philippines :) !
i thought this piece was extremely fitting for these two (particularly a lot of its little details and the distinct shape of the figures against one another), and i have a lot of feelings about them recently, so this is the result
so while looking for some “soldier coming home from war” concepts to do a clone wars anidala for, i came across this beautiful piece (of which i flipped for comp reasons), and idk i just. i think she deserves to hold her son one more time. reading the padmé books and coming across the section from the pov of shmi lowkey broke me
something something a woman’s sacrifice for a man’s story, something something the touch of a mother
“you called me ‘angel’ for the first time, my heart leapt from me… you smile now, i can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth”
— hozier, “unknown / nth”
“do you know, i could break beneath the weight… of the goodness, love, i still carry for you?”
(this is entirely caused by this edit by @padmestrilogy which has made me cry more than once pls go watch it)
idk if this is clear but the idea behind this is mainly that padmé ripped out her own wings to give to him (as he called her an “angel” when they first met). and he, indulging in his love for her, took them. though, padmé could only watch as they slowly fell apart the further he drifted from her (given he is often described as the “fallen angel” character). until, eventually, the wings were gone, killing her along with it
i think what really struck me about the edit is that it puts into perspective how many times padmé is left behind or can only stand there as anakin comes and goes, as he slowly drives himself further and further into his own mind. that her love for him paralyzed her, her rationality, and eventually destroyed who she was. something something love that corrupts