Musings of a Dreamer and Nerd

Renee / 30s / USA / Here you'll find fandoms, social issues, and things that make me happy / find my art and fic on @ReneeoftheStars

[reneeofthestars]

Demeter Solanaeci 🌾🌺🌳

My entry for @kaelacroftart art challenge on Instagram! #sovascoven

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I went through a lot of different ideas before I settled on this gardener/horticulturalist Nightsister, and I'm so happy with how she turned out!

[spectral-musette]

Children of the Gods screencap redraw because @amour-de-tous is experiencing Stargate

[lelif]

the beauty of life

- // @fairycosmos // ? // - // @cassidyshotchocolate // - // - // elsie de wolfe// @podencos // afternoon on a hill, edna st. vincent millay// rien ne va plus, margarita karapanou, tr. by karen emmerich// - // - // @ annalauraart on instagram// culpable, joy sullivan// - // @ jordanklancaster on instagram// @ niall.breen.comics on instagram// agatha christie// @plasticlove1984 //sweeter than fiction, taylor swift// the summer day, mary oliver

[thepaisleyelf]

There’s a liquor store near my house that seems to be run exclusively by frat boys. They lovingly curate these bags, which I browsed today while “Oops I Did It Again” played through the store speakers. This is art to me, there is beauty everywhere for those with eyes to see it

[reneeofthestars]

"Hi, Artoo. It's been a while."

My entry for @madsayo 3k DTIYS on Instagram!! Congratulations on your milestone!! 💛

First art of 2026!! I had so much fun with this piece! It's been ages since I've drawn Ahsoka, and it's always nice to come back to her. Though I once again had to face that droids and geometric shapes are very difficult for me to draw lol

[ash-rigby]

[ash-rigby]

some additions 👊💥

[anarchistmemedistro]

[aropride]

it's so Weird how ppl STILL make fun of the idea of alcohol-free queer spaces just because an asexual teenager suggested it in 2015. it was odd then and it's odd now. Why are you mad at the idea of a coffee shop for queer people. don't answer that i do not gaf

[coconutcows]

I work at a cafe that is overtly queer friendly and it is the most amazing place. Before I started the owners hosted a drag brunch. After I started they hosted a queer prom. My boss wants to host another drag Tea for Halloween. There’s a little dish of pronoun buttons on the counter where you pay that are free to take, my boss makes them herself.

So what I’m saying is that asexual teenager in 2015 was 100% right about queer friendly alcohol free spaces

[rabbiteclair]

a guy shoots at me with a sniper rifle and I catch the bullet in my teeth and eat it, but he saw that coming and put poison in the bullet, but I saw that coming and drank an antidote ahead of time, but all those weird chemicals still give me a really bad kidney stone a few days later and I pass out from pain and crash my car into, by pure coincidence, the sniper

[il9vemyputer]

everyone on replies is terrified of this fact but i just think it's so sweet and heartwarming. she's holding our hand and leading us somewhere secret and we're both giggling like kids. i love her

[solowinged]

let’s travel through the vast unknown with mama

[omnybus]

Space chickens

[booksbabybooks]

Posts like this are why I'll never leave Tumblr

[reneeofthestars]

"Castle of Glass"

Teyla Marin has spent more time in the Room of a Thousand Fountains than any other place in the Jedi Temple. As a Padawan, she and her master would spend countless hours sparring barefoot in the grass, meditating in the alcoves behind waterfalls, picnicking beneath the trees. It was peace. Even after Master Sifo-Dyas’s death, this place has been a comfort, a place to get away from –

War. Destruction. Death. It surrounds her; the screams of troopers pierce her heart, plumes of smoke choke her, the roar of battle deafens her, but she shuts it out. She needs to focus. Battle Mediation requires all her concentration as she connects all the Republic forces under her command through the Force, allowing them to act as a single entity. Blasterbolts crackle past her head. She finds her Padawan, the clone troopers, brings them all together, each a star burning brightly in a constellation in the night sky –

Consumed by the dark. The Force is screaming, and one by one Jedi across the galaxy die. She reaches out, exhausted, despair clutching her, and tries to pull them all together in the Force. For a moment, it works, and the Jedi gain strength as they hold on to each other. But then a great darkness strikes back against her, stronger than she ever will be, and shatters her mediation, and as she tumbles into nothing, a familiar face, warped and gleeful, cackles as she realizes all is –

Lost. She doesn’t know how long she’s been hiding in the lower levels of Coruscant. She doesn't know where her Padawan is. She doesn’t remember sneaking onto the transport’s cargo hold. She doesn’t even know where the ship is going. All she knows is that she is alive, because the grief would not be so all-consuming if she weren’t.

song: "Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Gomez and Morticia Addams got divorced. I woke up mortified and with a sense of inexplicable dread.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

[penrosesun]

[weaselle]

you literally don’t need any other plot and i would watch the movie

[random-chaos-thoughts]

Every 'normal' adult is fussing around Pugsley and Wednesday because "poor children that must be so hard for you to see mom and dad break up like this"

But the kid are absolutely unfazed, arguing that "it's alright they will be together again soon". The normie are so sad for the "children clinging to vain hopes" until Morticia and Gomez get married again two weeks after the divorce.

In the meantime Mama and Uncle Fester fight about which one of them will go to whose custody.

They pretend to argue in court and at meeting with lawyers over the splitting of the properties but that's mostly Gomez insisting to leave more and more thing to his wife in an angry voice.

At home they decided not to talk to each other so Lurch has to (begrudgingly) transmit messages from one to the other, even when they are sat on either side of the table.

That works (more or less) then Morticia says one word in french and Gomez run to cover her with kisses until Morticia remind him that they are spliting (that's the only moment he seems to regret the whole thing)

[yeomanstuff]

This. All of this.

[6qubed]

Wednesday offers to help with split custody of Pugsley. her suggestion involved a big table saw

[swimmingblue]

They fight over who gets to hire the expensive big-firm lawyer and who gets to hire the up-and-coming rookie divorce lawyer. It's a whole Thing.

[ladyartemisia28]

The up and coming lawyer is Thing?

[aethersea]

Thing wins the case

[amultitudeofyellowrodents]

it's actually started because Thing just passed the bar exam and no one will hire Thing

[muttmutttgoose]

Thing is dressed as elle woods

[reneeofthestars]

Halloween may be over, but I'm now able to share the art piece I did for the OC Costume Parade for @spookystarwarszine !

I'm so grateful that they allowed me to be a part of such a fun zine concept! Not only did I have the opportunity to write a short story for the zine (which will be posted sometime this week!), but the mods also let me draw my ocs 💛

Costumes: Mark, Teyla, and Gida - the Three Musketeers Naras Tyn - pirate Lethaa Daal - vampire

[reneeofthestars]

The Void Calls

The Void Calls - ReneeoftheStars - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Summary:

The crew of the Vessel discuss scary old spacers' tales about the depths of space, including Starweirds, Abeloth, and the void itself.

I am so happy to share the piece I wrote for @spookystarwarszine , a Halloween-themed fan magazine of all Star Wars eras! I'm so grateful to have had the opportunity to write a short story for this wonderful zine. The word count had to be cut for publication in the zine; this is the uncut version.

Word Count: 1,778

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Leox Gyasi shut off the takeoff cycle with a flick of his wrist. “You want to talk about things like Starweirds, you do it while we’re still planet-side, Little Bit.”

“You’re not one of those superstitious types, are you?” Affie Hollow spun around in the co-pilot chair, eyeing the other Human with exasperation, choosing to ignore the new moniker. She’d only been travelling with this small crew for a few months, and while she enjoyed her time with them, she thought it was undignified to have such a childish nickname. She was fifteen, after all.

Around them, the Vessel whined as its engines powered down, its hull creaking as it settled back onto its landing struts. Their navigator, Geode – a Vintian who forgave those who mistook him for a boulder – relaxed at his station, recognizing that his talents wouldn’t be needed right away.

Leox smiled. “All pilots are superstitious. We are but tiny insects in combustible metal cans drifting through the endless void. We employ superstitions to feel like we can keep ourselves safe, and one of those long-held beliefs is to not invoke something in its home territory. So if you want to talk about the unknown galaxy, we’re going to do it with solid ground beneath us.”

Affie rolled her eyes as she began to wind her thick dark hair back into a plait. “An old-timer at the loading dock claimed he saw a Starweird. I just wondered if either of you had ever come across one.”

“I count myself as very fortunate not to have.”

“So they do exist, then? Scover said they’re just old spacers tales.” 

“Scover’s a shrewd woman,” Leox pointed out. “She has a mind for business and profit, which serves the Byne Guild well. But that doesn’t lend itself to believe in much other than cold hard credits. And Starweirds are intangible in nearly every sense of the word.” 

Affie thought about the desperate way the old Zabrak had described that day in the middle of space. How as the navicomputer counted down, a ghostly form manifested in the blackness of space. How the creature’s emaciated body raised its gnarled claws towards the hull of the ship, stringy white hair drifting around its head, pinpricks of light serving as eyes. How its gaunt face split as it let out a horrid scream that tore through the vacuum and pierced his head like rending metal. He’d clapped his hands over his ears, to no avail, his own screams and sobs drowned out by the wail that rattled around his skull, white-hot and hateful. If it hadn’t been for his droid activating the hyperdrive, the old spacer had whispered, his skull would have split open from the pain and fear, or else he would have been torn limb from limb by the claws that closed around his ship.

“The pilot just seemed very … certain.”

“It was real to him. Personally, if – and I stress if – such creatures exist, my theory is that Starweirds are born of the discord of The Mother.” 

“What mother?” Affie asked, tossing the completed plait over her shoulder.

“The Mother.” He shivered. “Now that’s an old spacer’s tale. You haven’t heard it?”

Affie shook her head, intrigued. It didn’t escape her notice that Geode had gone very still, turning a stern glare at Leox. She asked curiously, “Do you not like scary stories, Geode?”

“Vintians have long memories,” Leox explained. “They think that all stories have some measure of truth at their core, so more unpleasant stories make them uneasy.”

Geode said nothing, but clearly seemed perturbed at whatever was to come.   

Leox leaned back in the pilot’s seat, running a hand through his tousled blond hair as he thought. “Deep in Pyke territory, nestled within the Kessel sector, lies the Maw,” he began. “A cluster of the biggest black holes the galaxy has ever seen, all caught in each other’s orbit – a whirlpool of annihilation that will tear apart anything that strays off-course. And at its heart, deep in the dark void where atoms themselves are crushed, a god is imprisoned.”

“A god?” Leox sometimes went on philosophical ramblings about the spirituality of the galaxy, but he didn’t often speak of actual higher powers. Affie didn’t have any beliefs about the intangible herself, and didn’t have much knowledge about any of the hundreds of thousands of religions across the galaxy.

“The Beloved Queen of the Stars. The Mother. Abeloth.” He tapped against four of the beads on one of his necklace strands. Another superstition, Affie guessed.  “A terrible and tragic omen. Worthy of pity, but fearsome, and to be avoided at all cost.”

Affie waited.

“In the age of old civilizations, a trio of gods created entire systems, entire species, such was their power. In most tales, these Architects were a brother and sister who were in constant competition with one another, and a father who kept peace between them.

“Among their most devoted servants was a woman. Just a mortal woman, her birth name lost to the eons, nothing special about her – except for the overwhelming love she developed for these celestial beings. She came to think of herself as their mother, the final fourth member of their little family, calming the squabbling children and comforting their father. Her love for them knew no bounds. But after decades of devotion, she grew old, as us mere mortals do. Her death loomed, and fear of losing her family gripped her, driving her to desperate ends.

“In some tales, she drank from a fountain, in others she bathed in a pool, others she stood before a great celestial body and absorbed its radiation. In others she performed a ritual of long-forgotten magic, and in others she plunged an ancient dagger into her own heart. No matter how she did it, the end result is the same: she succeeded in claiming immortality – and unfathomable power.

“This displeased the gods greatly. They could not control her, could not reason with her. No mortal was ever meant to be exposed to such power, and it came at a terrible price – it drove her mad. She became an unpredictable, thrashing tempest – lashing out one moment, tenderly caressing the next. She tried to mother not just the gods, but all life; and when she was disobeyed, she would rampage, massacring entire worlds in her fits of discordant rage.

“To restore some semblance of order to the galaxy, the Architects fashioned the Maw, and with their combined powers trapped their would-be mother inside. But even the cacophony of black holes could not destroy her. 

“Nothing escapes a black hole – no ship, no creature, no light. But Abeloth was so terrible in her power, she could not be fully contained. It’s said she still lingers there, in a realm beyond shadows, mad with love and hate; despising her children for imprisoning her, longing to protect and comfort them. She whispers from the dark crevasses of the galaxy, coiling through the dreams of her victims, crooning for her children to come free her.” 

A long silence met Leox’s story. Affie realized she was gnawing on her lip, a slightly queasy feeling in her gut. “She gave up everything to be with them,” she said quietly, strangely moved. “Did they even love her back?”

“Do stars give us warmth and light because they love us? Does a moon’s gravitational pull indicate their protection? While preoccupied by the shifting tides of the galaxy at large, I don’t know that a cosmic being is capable of managing the intensity of emotions – especially one as all-consuming as love.”

Affie wasn’t sure what to make of that idea. “So,” she said, thinking, “you think that the Starweirds are… manifestations of the Mother calling out?”

Leox nodded. “Shrieking wights that drift aimlessly through space, thrown into a murderous craze when they happen across those who they perceive to challenge them. The similarities have always struck me. It’s why I try to never take jobs in deep space, or anywhere near the Maw.”

Affie drummed her fingers against the armrest of her chair. “You… you don’t really think it’s true though. Right?”

He busied himself by checking a gauge on the control console. “I knew a fellow years ago,” he said eventually. “A hauler with an uncanny piloting ability that would put a Jedi to shame. When he was out on jobs, travelling near the Unknown Regions and deep space, he’d have terrible nightmares. Swore that his mother – who’d passed some years before – came to him in dreams, pleading for him to come find her. And one day, while running a shipment through Pyke space, he disappeared. His last transmission… well, all we could make out was that his mother was calling, and he had to get to her. We never found him or his ship.”

The hair on Affie’s arms stood up, an involuntary shiver running down her back. “What about you, Geode?” she asked, trying to be lighthearted. “You got any scary spacer stories you want to share?” Affie asked.

Geode didn’t respond right away. His silence stretched for seconds, then seconds more, longer and longer, and uncertainty crept into the edges of Affie’s mind. The silence lengthened, bore down on her, growing heavy as her thoughts drifted to the silence of space. The endless emptiness, dwarfing all that existed, ever-hungry and insatiable. It loomed, pressing in on all sides of life’s safe little bubbles, watching, waiting for beings to dare stray from the carefully mapped paths, waiting to swallow any who drifted too far and lost themselves in the vast darkness, denying any dignity of a final scream. 

There was no need to fill the void with monsters – its mere existence was horror enough. 

Leox shuddered. “You made your point, my friend.” 

The silence broke like a spell, and Affie pulled herself back to the here and now, safe in the Vessel, on solid ground. She looked out the cockpit up at the blue sky. But beyond that, she couldn’t help her imagination as it conjured some great terror with pinprick stars for eyes and wild white hair grinning down at her with a too-wide toothy smile. Her mouth went dry. “Maybe…maybe we stay on-world for another day. We passed a little cantina that I wanted to try.” 

Leox keyed in a signal to the spaceport’s control tower, letting them know of their plans to postpone takeoff. “Whatever you say, Little Bit.” Affie ignored the nickname, because she thought he sounded relieved. 

Affie did love space, and the freedom of flying, and the adventures of traveling the stars. But at the moment, she needed some distance from the waiting void.

[cyberpunknoire]

People who hate Frodo Baggins are my enemy. "He didn't do anything and was useless"--yeah, okay, so what you're not understanding is that he was the sacrificial lamb. He endured physical, mental, and emotional torment that got worse and worse as his will broke. Everyone knew this. EVERYONE KNEW THIS. That's why everyone was devastated about it. Because Frodo was the most innocent among them, that was the entire point. He represented ordinary peaceful people being destroyed by the horrors of war. And as a hobbit he also represented some of the last vestiges of magic in what was basically a post magic apocalypse.

Frodo was basically an innocent puppy thrown into the Torment Nexus so that EVERYONE ELSE could maybe have a hope of surviving. And he did that willingly. HE DID IT OF HIS OWN FREE WILL, KNOWING IT WOULD RUIN HIM.

Frodo haters won't see the light of heaven

[jollybelieverwonderland]

[wigglybunfish]

unrestrained autumn fun

[vogelfreyh]

Whenever I’m in Star Wars Outlaws on Toshara and those breathtaking sunsets bathe everything in warm red light, when you can watch the giant gas planet rise - it’s such a stunning view. I really wanted to capture Sykho and Ti’ad being mesmerized by it too. ❤️

It’s one of those moments that make their life together so special, traveling to different planets to fulfill their missions, but also taking the time to enjoy these little things together. 🫶

Sykho and Ti‘ad are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

[justcatposts]

What is dat *aggressively scuttles* 

(via)

[thehappymediumsteapot]

I still contend that this is, in fact, the best video on the internet, period. The sheer comedic timing. The knowledge that it cannot possibly have been constructed. The very human expression Pallas cats’ round pupils give them. And the backstory that this was literally the first footage captured by this camera in this placement, that this is the cat immediately noticing his environment has been changed and investigating with all the suspicion of a grumpy old gardener whose gnomes have been moved again…. *chef’s kiss*

[lilli-sturmreiter]

@lynx-girl