#my theory he's a literal fallen star in human form confirmed

[writerbuddha]

The Death of Padmé Amidala: “She lost the will to live.” Did she?

Fans trying to dissolve the conflict between the facts provided by Revenge of the Sith and there are three popular explanations about Padmé Amidala’s death. The first one states the contradictions and confusion arose because George Lucas couldn’t write a proper story, and Padmé was weak and gave up on her life. However, fans like myself cannot – and shouldn’t – accept this as an explanation given the fact Lucas created three globally celebrated movies known as the Original Trilogy, and there are several elements of the movie what prove the “Padmé gave up” theory wrong. The second says Padmé was murdered by Palpatine, who used his Force-powers to drain life out of her and save Anakin from dying. The third one seeks medical explanation, mainly focusing on cardiology. The theory about Palpatine’s involvement is not supported by any material labeled as Canon, and the medical explanation involves too much speculation. I propose a different explanation for the cause of Padmé Amidala’s death!

What we know?  

We have three major lines in Revenge of the Sith serving as the bases for the first two theories, the Padmé Gave Up and the Palpatine Killed Her. Padmé said “you are breaking my heart”, and the medical droid said, “she lost the will to live.” However, Padmé is not the state of emotional numbness and has no wish to die. She said herself “There is good in him [Anakin]. I know, I know there is still.” She also expresses you as she glances at her children, and she clearly has hope. On Mustafar, when she realized Anakin truly become a monster, she did not fall apart, she tried to bring him back from the darkness. She said, “You are a good person, don't do this” and “Stop! Stop now, come back! I love you!”. She didn’t give up. The medical droid said, “she lost the will to live”, but if we watch the scene again, the droid’s words are: “Medically, she is completely healthy. For reasons we cannot explain, we are losing her (…) we don’t know why. She lost the will to live.” This is not a diagnosis, nor an explanation, the droid is guessing. Medically, Padmé is completely healthy, yet she is dying, and the droids can’t explain what’s happening, they don’t know why. The droid repeatedly says they don’t have any idea what’s happening, they are very clear about that. The droid said she lost the will to live, but if they understand the concepts of human emotions and psychology, then the answer why “medically she is completely” healthy and why there is no diagnosis, if there is an explanation? And Padmé herself proves this claim wrong by expressing faith in Anakin. The droid only recognized something essential, what roots in basic drive for survival is no longer present in Padmé.

And finally, Palpatine says, Padmé was killed by Darth Vader: “In your anger you killed her”. But Vader proves this wrong: Padmé was alive, he couldn’t kill her on Mustafar.

As you see above, we have a web of information and claims what are contradicting each other. But these are all in the script, so they must have some meaning! For some, the answer is simple: George Lucas can’t tell a story. After he made three globally beloved movie? I hardly think so. So, here my analysis on Padmé’s death.

„We don’t know why. She lost the will to love.”

The will to live is the sense for self-preservation, a psychological force generated by the basic will to be alive, something what manifests itself clearly when one fights for survival, and something fundamental in all living beings. The medical droid stated this force is no longer present in her. This was the explanation for her physical state, yet it was clear it wasn’t supported by her psychological state. The force what is generated by the fundamental willingness to be alive was no longer efficient, it was missing. But how could this happen if she had hope, joy and she believed Anakin is not beyond saving, even when Obi-Wan thought he lost forever? For the answer, we need to take a deeper look on the Force and on Darth Vader himself.

Who is Darth Vader?

Many believes Darth Vader is more like a persona rather than being identical to Anakin Skywalker, since Anakin Skywalker ceased to exist. However, this is something one should not take literally. Darth Vader is what left from Anakin Skywalker: the anger, the pain and the hatred. As there is no darkness, only the absence of light, Darth Vader was nothing but a charred, empty vessel of anger. There is a saying - anger is like holding ember and excepting others would burn. This is exactly what happened to Anakin Skywalker. When Anakin burned on Mustafar, his torment represented his soul what was swallowed by this anger. This anger was the hell what consumed and incinerated Anakin Skywalker, forging Darth Vader. In Return of the Jedi, Luke was able to wake him up again, and light washed away Darth Vader. Anakin Skywalker has returned.

The Force and Love

The Force is the binding unity in the Galaxy, the energy what generates life itself through Midi-chlorians, interconnecting and penetrating every single life form in it. In a way, as it was explained in the Clone Wars Series and in Phantom Menace, life itself is the Living Force, since “all is one and one is all”. Love is naturally the aspect of this connection: Luke and Leia were able to communicate through the Force due their love, Luke knew Vader is his father because he knew it in his heart, just like Leia knew Luke is her brother. Yoda also experienced pain during the execution of Order 66, feeling light fading in the Force, just like Obi-Wan felt pain when the Death Star destroyed Alderaan. This has nothing to do with wielding the Force, this is the Force itself. And Anakin and Padmé shared a strong and deep connection in it and by it.

This was clearly visible when they were feeling each other and reaching out for each other in the scene "Padmé's Ruminations". It wasn’t a calling from Anakin, or a calling from Padmé: it was mutual, and it happened at the same time. They were one heart and one soul, like lovers are, they are one in the Force, so Padmé felt Anakin’s pain and struggle. This connection was also there when Anakin become Darth Vader. This connection killed Padmé.

“In your anger you killed her”

When Padmé arrives to Mustafar, she is shocked by the realization: Anakin does really change, and Obi-Wan was right. She says her heart is breaking, but she doesn't give up: she is trying to turn Anakin back, confirming she still loves Anakin, and believing he is a good person. She tries to convince him even when Anakin chokes her in his anger.

While Padmé recovers from Anakin’s force-choke, her state worsens seemingly beyond reason: she is weak, and she is already dying when Obi-Wan carries her in his arms to the medical facility on Polis Massa. She asks if Anakin is all right, worrying for her love. The parallels between Padmé dying and Anakin fades away into the darkness of Darth Vader heavily indicates there is a connection between them. The more Anakin becomes Vader, the more Padmé’s life vapors.

It’s not Padmé who lost the will to live. It’s Anakin. But since their love manifests itself by feeling each other’s pain - they are one heart and one soul, like lovers are – this effects Padmé, too. She still has the will to love, but the severe torment of Anakin’s perishing wounds her mortally. Anakin’s soul, his very self is burned into ashes by the flames of hatred and anger, and this anguish, the death of Anakin takes Padmé’s life too, because they are united by love. Anakin is in flames, and he is burning into ashes on the stake built by his anger: and Padmé still embraces him, burning her to death. Just like Palpatine (who could only use the Force to get information about her state) said: “In your anger you killed her.” 

Padmé would have survive the physical death of Anakin Skywalker, but Anakin’s fate was worse than death: his very soul was tortured into ash by his anger and hatred, incinerating his original self, and what remained was ash, filled with hatred and anger, darkness, and it was named Darth Vader. His demise affected Padmé, too.

As Anakin more and more becomes Darth Vader, the more of his self is lost, the more Padmé's state worsens. When Darth Vader takes his first breath, Padmé takes her last one. Anakin has gone, he died, and Darth Vader has born. Padmé says: "there is still good in him. I know there is still". And then she dies - she falls in the moment as Darth Vader rises. She is buried on Naboo, with her hands closed on the pedant what Anakin gave to her as a love-token: indicating she died alongside with Anakin Skywalker, and the boy she knew on Tatooine and the young man she fallen love with is buried with her. They are both dead - and this is also a painful reminder to what Anakin said when they debated their relationship: "it would destroy us."

This is supported by the imagery of the scenes. Anakin arrives on floating cot, which is resembling to a casket, since this is his cemetery, not the place where he will be saved, foreshadowing the scene in which Padmé is seen in a floating casket.

In the Prequel Trilogy the love story offers a philosophical take on the miraculous and tragic power of love, and representing how feeding our own darkness and being absorbed by it how much can hurt those we love the most.

As far as I know, this explanation is actually consistent with the philosophy of Star Wars, supported by Canon material and the script, imagery and the character arcs. Of curse, like every analysis is heavily depending in our personal understanding on the movies - only George Lucas knows if I am right or I am wrong.

#padmé amidala #padme deserved better #anakin x padme #star wars padme #how padme died #star wars prequels #star wars

[gldngrl7]

Snippet of my next story

Since a nonnie asked so nicely, I’ve decided to post a snippet of the next HOLG story, of which I am so close to completing.  If only I could find the motivation to write during the limited time I have available these days.

Title:  Into the Fray, Unflinching

Rating:  XXXXXXXX (not this snippet though. this is snippet is a lite PG)

Hope you enjoy!

Watching the workers for a few more minutes, Kara wonders if she’ll be able to put Mon-El back together as easily as the DEO is put back to rights.  What will she find in his eyes when he wakes at last?  Relief?  Distrust? Disappointment?  Will he still be so emotionally giving, or will he hold himself back from her?

 “They’re waiting for you in the lab,” Alex reminds her.

 “Right,” Kara replies, absentmindedly, before shoving away from the balcony railing and heading towards the lab.

 The moment she walks into the lab it’s like being swarmed by puppies who’ve been anxiously awaiting her return from a long vacation.  Winn Schott and Cisco Ramon could not possibly look different.  Winn, with his close-cropped, dirty-blonde hair with blue eyes, and the white skin of an Anglo who spends far too much of his days behind the screen of a computer and not nearly enough time outside catching rays.  In contrast, Cisco Ramon has the bronze skin and deep brown eyes that declare his Latino heritage, paired with messy, shoulder-length hair he’s constantly tucking behind one ear.

 Despite their physical differences, their wide, toothy grins and the excitement in their eyes are so identical, they might as well be twins.

 “Alex said you have something,” she says, offering them the conversation starter for which they are clearly waiting.  What follows is a mind-meld unlike anything Kara can claim to have seen. Not even when she worked with Cisco and Felicity on Earth-1 during the Dominator invasion.

 “We’ve made some discoveries,” Winn says, nearly coming out of his skin.

 “Formed some theories,” Cisco adds.

 “Start with what we know,” she insists, not sure she can handle to two of them postulating about theories.  Not without getting some solid ground under her feet first.

 “Okay,” Cisco nods.  “His cells are generating an electrical field—“

 “We knew that, he’s been siphoning—“

 “No,” Cisco waves a finger, his eyes closed, a near-blissful smile on his face.  “Not from the siphoning.  His cells are generating the electrical field all on their own.”

 “We all generate electrical fields,” Winn says.

 “In small amounts, this electricity is what sends messages to and from our brains,” Cisco explains, his hands making inarticulate motions as though the short-hand sign language might help her understand.  It does not.

“Sparks our muscles to work,” Winn nods.

 “Right,” Cisco’s head bobbles in a similar manner.  “But our boy is a whole different thing.  He’s a force of nature.”

 “Literally,” Winn agrees.

 “Literally,” his twin echoes, his eyebrows climbing almost to the top of his hairline.  “He’s a human capacitor, for lack of a better term, storing electricity and discharging in the form of superpowers.”

 “Like I store yellow-sun radiation,” she assumes.

 “Well yes and no,” Cisco shakes his head, tucking a long strip of his bangs that had fallen into his face, behind his ear.  “You don’t store yellow-sun radiation any more than a car stores gasoline.  If you did, you’d have a glut of it if you went too long without using your powers.”

 “Your muscles would have gotten huge when you were kid, before you became Supergirl,” Winn provides her with imagery.

 “Instead, your body simply takes what it needs to maintain an equilibrium.”

 “Like you, Mon-El can absorb yellow-sun radiation and, like you, his body only takes what it needs to keep his body functioning at peak.  It strengthens and fuels his muscles – his strength and speed.  But the electrical field generated by his cells is what makes him different from you, Kara.”

 “We come from the same solar system, what makes him so different? Is it because Daxam was closer to the sun?”

 Cisco and Winn share a look, already communicating non-verbally after only a few days of acquaintance.   In unison, they look back at her, their heads shaking as though on a synchronized swivel.  “The Well of Stars,” they answer.

 “What about it?”

 “He floated around in there for decades,” Winn supplies.

 “Fermenting,” Cisco characterizes, his eyebrows a stark straight line across his forehead as the wheels inside his head turn.  A moment later his eyes light up.  “Which is another thing….”

 “Fermenting?  Cisco?” she queries.

 “Right!  So Mon-El was fermenting in The Well of Stars, floating in a soup of photons, hadrons, baryons and…we’re theorizing—“

 “Gravitons,” Winn blurts, stealing Cisco’s thunder.

 “—and too many other ‘ons’ to mention.  It sounds crazy, but I think when he flew he wasn’t actually flying.”

 “He was flying, all right,” she insists, recalling with perfect clarity the shock she felt to see him hovering a foot above the ground.

 Cisco shakes his head.  “He’s using the gravitons that now permeate his skin to generate an anti-gravitational field around his body.  If he can learn to control it, this ability should be virtually indistinguishable from flying.”

 “Virtually,” she echoes, catching the one word that piqued her interest.

 Winn grins.  “In theory, if he learns to expand that anti-gravitational field he could make others fly with him.  Guess who my new best friend is!”

 “In theory,” Cisco reiterates.

 “What about the rest of it?” she asks.  “The heat vision?”

 “I just need to interrupt the electrical field around his eyes.”  Cisco scampers over to one of the metal-surfaced tables in the lab and retrieves a pair of glasses.  They are thicker and less fashionable than the one’s she chose for Mon-El months ago. “These glasses contain a micro electromagnetic pulse generator, which will dampen the electrical field whenever he’s wearing them.  It’s a sinewave pulse, so it shouldn’t affect any of his other abilities.  Easy-peasy.”  He hands the glasses to Kara, who accepts them gingerly as though they’re made of crystal.

 “He says…like he didn’t just invent new science to make those,” Winn gushes, clearly enamored with his new friend.  “In less than a day.”

 Examining the glasses carefully, both internally and externally, Kara notes that they are thicker than normal at the bridge of the nose and where the arms hover over the temples.  Inside, there are two tiny devices on either side, with wires threading though the upper frames to meet another device in the center.  “So when he wakes up, we can take him out of containment because he’ll have control over his heat vision?” she asks, allowing her excitement to peek through the waves of sadness that have engulfed her the last few days.

 “Complete control,” Cisco confirms, “as long as he’s wearing those.”

 Emotionally overwhelmed, Kara throws her arms around Cisco’s neck, hugging him with all of the gratitude and relief she feels inside.

 “Okay,” Cisco chuckles at first, patting her back.  Over her shoulder he tosses a smile and a wink in Winn’s direction, but a second later, when her arms tighten like a vise around him, the novelty wears off.  “Too tight,” he wheezes, his entire body wincing.  “Don’t break the scientist.”  

 “Sorry, sorry!” she grimaces, jumping away from him as though he’s made of lava.

 “It’s no problem,” he groans, before taking a long draught of air. “Just happy to help.”

 “Modest,” Winn claims, leading Kara to believe that she’s going to be in for days of gushing after Cisco returns to Earth-1.  Possibly weeks of moping to follow.

“Any ideas on why he’s not waking up?” she asks, hoping she’s not pressing her luck.

 “That’s Caitlin’s area of expertise,” Cisco answers.  “Hers and your mom’s.  But last I spoke with her she seemed pretty frustrated with their lack of progress.  I’m sorry to say.”  

 “I’ve updated your mom and Dr. Snow on everything we learned and they’ve taken some steps to make sure there’s not a repeat performance of his Regan MacNeil impersonation--”

 “Good movie,” Cisco injects, his head bobbing up and down as he reaches over to fist bump Winn.  “Classic.”

 “Anyway, there will be no exploding of glass and diving for cover if…when…WHEN he wakes up,” Winn reassures.

 “Thank you, Cisco,” Kara effuses, grabbing him by the hand, but careful not to crush it.  “For dropping everything to come here, you and Caitlin both.  For figuring out how to help him, once he wakes up.  You have no idea how much I appreciate everything that you’ve done, and I know that Mon-El will too.”

 Suddenly overcome with shyness in the face of her profound gratitude, Cisco clears his throat and nods, but says nothing more.

 “I should go check on him,” she decides, looking down at the glasses in her hands as though they are a symbol of newly bestowed hope.  “I’ve already been away from him for too long.

 “Sure,” Winn nods.

 She doesn’t even realize she’s turned on her super speed until she’s standing outside of his containment cell.  He looks different than the last time she was here a few hours ago.

 “We’ve covered him in a blanket that’s lined with polypropylene,” her mother informs her.

 “We’re hoping that the blanket will dampen the surplus electrical conductivity happening in his cells.  After the incident, Dr. Danvers attached him to electrical leads, allowing his body to absorb electricity in order to speed his healing process.  His skull was…severely damaged,” Caitlin winced, suddenly aware that her occasional struggles with bedside manner were coming to the fore.  Research medicine allowed her to keep a comfortable distance between the blunt force of her words and the patients that might be hurt by them.  “That sounded worse than it actually was,” she course-corrects.

 “No,” Kara negates with a shake of her head, her fists clenching at her side.  “Everyone tries to downplay the damage I did, but I know my own strength.  I was hitting an invulnerable man hard enough to put his lights out, and then…all of the sudden…he wasn’t invulnerable anymore. If he was human he’d be dead and I would have killed him.”

 “Honey,” Eliza Danvers says, placing a hand on her shoulder, “he isn’t human and these are extraordinary circumstances.”

 “Circumstances I caused.”

 “It’s not that simple,” Eliza disagrees.  “One way or another this was going to happen.  The longer his psyche simmered the smaller the trigger would have needed to be to set him off, and the greater the resulting explosion.  If it hadn’t happened when it did…it could have been triggered by anything at any time afterwards, Kara. What if it had happened in the bar, or on the street? What if you hadn’t been there to contain him?”

 Her mother’s point of view made her feel marginally better, if only for the reason that her response to his meltdown saved untold people from injury or death, if it had occurred outside the insular bubble of the DEO.  

 “And there’s also the possibility that any damage caused by a public meltdown could have set your alien acceptance movement back by years, if not decades,” Caitlin adds.  “On Earth-1 we have enough trouble with people accepting the existence of meta-humans.”

 “It wasn’t the most ideal circumstances, Honey, but it could have been far, far worse.”  Eliza’s skill at applying a silver lining to the darkest of dark clouds has not waned in the years since Kara has grown from pre-teen to adult.

 “Can I sit with him for a while?” she asks, wondering if the presence of the polypropylene blanket will prevent her from taking up her earlier sentry position.

 “Of course,” Eliza says.  “Talk to him.  We never know what might reach him.”

 MORE TO COME

PS -- all of the above is subject to rewrites and edits.

#karamel fanfiction #holding on letting go

[sanoiro]

What makes Lucifer the devil? He isn't evil, he isn't very powerful, he doesn't want to rule the world or manipulate the humanity. He is just a fallen angel. But he still keeps repeating this "I'm the Devil". I'm about the show's Lucifer now, not comic's.

Unfortunately, you cannot have Lucifer the show without Lucifer the series. Still I’ll reply this with what we know from the first two seasons and my speculation over 2x20 (City of Angels?).

Amenadiel in season 1 (1x02), says to Lucifer: “You were once the brightest of all of God’s angels, Lucifer. And now, look at you.” Also in the first episode, Lucifer asks: “Now, do you think I’m the Devil because I’m inherently evil, just because dear old Dad decided I was?”Now let’s get to 2x20. That episode has not been aired yet but as far as speculation goes, Lucifer gets in a fight with Amenadiel while he still has his wings and @ships-sailing-in-the-night and I believe that he actually wins the fight as he has set a gamble on that fight. His stay on Earth. With the fight over Lucifer afterwards gets Maze to cut his wings. I remind you that his wings would have forced him to get to Hell and let’s not forget that Mum felt the pull to Hell. Probably Lucifer felt the same and it was more intense when he had his wings as he could kind of “uber” there with them. Anyway. If Lucifer could win against Amenadiel, then he probably was the most powerful of all the angels as Lucifer at one point he said that:Lucifer: All right? Growing up, we well, we all looked up to you.You were like our very own action star.

Amenadiel: Even you? 

Lucifer: Well, don’t get me wrong.You were a major power-hungry dick about it. (2x05)Also Mum in 2x14 says that: Mum: Why do you think you lost that fight? 

Lucifer: Oh, I don’t know, let’s have a think, shall we? Not enough cardio? The fact that dear old Dad’s slightly almighty? Because I was young, woefully foolish 

Mum: -and Unarmed? You know that if you had possessed the Flaming Sword, the weapon that guarded Eden, the weapon that can cut through anything, even the Gates of Heaven itself, well, you would’ve won that rebellion.In the above conversation, Lucifer never says anything about his brother or the numbers he had to face in his rebellion only that Dad was the almighty and so he lost. That alone confirms the comics which make him second only to God and in this case the Goddess as well. So Lucifer is more powerful than we think If my theory is correct even more so but why is he the Devil? Being the Devil was a punishment and if we think Mum’s intervention (if it was true of course) perhaps also his salvation over a worse fate, that of actual death. Finally, the Devil is but a title, a job description if you like. It comes from the ancient Greek and it means to slander, to deceive (literally to throw across). Perhaps that is why Lucifer kept his name as Lucifer because it meant something more than Samael could ever convey as a word. Lucifer is again a job description but a brighter one… a nobler one… As to why he is always saying he is the Devil… Well, why does he say Detective? Because he needs distance from everything that can form a close emotional bond, his original name itself aka Samael. He calls Aamenadiel brother only when he is vulnerable and by the way he keeps saying, Mum and Dad, we can see that he still craves a relationship with them but at the same time he needs a distance and the title Devil makes that for him. If I ask you what are you, you will not say human. You will find a title for yourself and not a name. A student, a lawyer… something. The same goes with Lucifer himself. It’s a complex notion but it makes sense on a psychological level on what he wants to keep close and what he tries to distance himself from. I hope I’ve managed to answer this ;)