⚡Hey there! My name is Wren! I'm a professional artist whose also working towards their PhD in biology. This account is focused solely on Star Wars - more specifically The Bad Batch!⚡
Please see the below links to properly navigate my page and get to know me and my work!
My bio carrd
My OC Juno
Juntech site
Cosmic Love: A Juntech Zine
Commissions are done exclusively through instagram flash openings!
FAQ
Wait, you're the creator of Juno?!
I am! :) Not a lot of reposters tend to credit me for their Juno posts, but yes, she's my oc! (Honestly that's my fault for not signing my artwork lol. Never found a signature I liked.)
2. Can you draw my [insert OC/ship here]?
I'm always happy to do art trades or commissions if you're interested in having me draw something for you! Just hit me up either here or on any of my other socials and we can chat about it! Just be warned, I am SUPER slow with trades.
3. I have a question about running a zine. Can you help me?
Absolutely! I'd love to answer any questions about zines, as I've been in over 10 of them and am running 2, haha. Open my dms and toss them all my way!
4. Can I draw/write about your OC?
Always, yes! I'm always flattered and floored about ANYTHING people make of Juno. I will scream to the high heavens and share it everywhere!
5. Is it true you dislike Techphee?
I mean, I guess? I don't care what people ship at all. Remember, I'm aroace and don't even see the appeal of conventional romance to begin with. I have my personal feelings on it which I've politely shared in my own spaces, of which you are free to ignore! The TDLR is I just think it isn't a good representation of how you should write romance with an autistic character, and the canon writing makes me uncomfy. Seeing it reminds me a lot of many bad experiences I had growing up. I'm super close friends with MANY Techphee shippers and I wholly support their enjoyment of it! ❤️ You just won't see me engage with or share its content.
6. Can I use your art as an avatar/wallaper/etc?
For sure! I don't mind, go ahead. Just please don't use my work commerically!
7. When is Long Way Home coming out?
... eventually...
8. Where can I find you?
I am @/Wrenkenstein on every social platform. Super easy to find me! And you might also find my secret dragon art alt. ;)
The idea of clones having absurd tan lines has been amusing me lately. Just think of a group of guys who grew up indoors without sun exposure and probably had supplements for the vitamins instead of actively getting UV. Their Māori genetics have been itching for any single ray of sunlight. So when they get out, and the only part of themselves they somewhat regularly expose is their face, they tan immediately. Like a dry sponge unfurling at a drop of water. Meanwhile, the rest of their body that’s covered in armor still has a slow way to go
the bad batch is one of my comfort shows so this had to happen eventually
I had trouble for a while figuring out how I wanted to colour Crosshair, because I sometimes see heacanons of him being albino which is really cool, but with very pale skin he looked a bit too like my version of Echo, so he's closer to in the show here (still working on how I'd like to draw each of them, aside from the curly hair it's not totally decided).
I used a pose reference/base by @mellon-soup for this (apologies if the tag is unwanted) and a bunch of screenshots from the show of their armour. Possibly not a fan of drawing armour, it was fiddly.
The Chariot is a server run by myself that seeks to gather like-minded TBB fans in a fanon-friendly space! :D If we're we're mutuals, you're free to join!
A huge emphasis here is exploring divergent TBB topics - aus, ocs, fanworks and the like, while supporting small creators and helping people make friends. Most of us don't like how the show ended, or have alternative ideas that we discuss here :p The server is very active and supportive; we'd love to see you there!
If you'd like to join and we're mutuals, please dm me or comment on the post, and I will personally send you a private invite. If we're not mutuals but you'd like to join, then this is a perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other! :)
Happy brainrotting~!
This is an aroace positive space. Most of us in here discuss aroace topics in relation to The Bad Batch. If you're not comfortable with that, then this may not be the server for you.
hello allo person in a fandom. let’s play a game. in front of you are two characters. your challenge is to okay and you’ve already started shipping them. well the crusher machine is going to activate now goodbye.
hello self proclaimed multishipper on tumblr. let's play a game. in front of you is an aro person venting understandable frustration about how 99% of fanworks and fan discussions in every single fandom always center around romance, regardless of whether or not the character in question would realistically want to date anyone. your challenge is to okay and you've already started calling op a violent anti. well the crusher machine-
Ceridwen Gawain is my Crimson Desert OC (Created in May‘26)
She is part of a fanfiction I am writing that basically revolves around the life of Aldrin Grace after he escaped Glenbright Manor. I am mainly posting art and lore on my insta.
Read more about her under the cut -
“It takes a long time for a soul to heal. But it is possible. Do not give up on them so easily.”– Ceridwen Gawain
Ceridwen Gawain is a healer living in the secluded village of Sunset Valley in Hernand, a place known for offering refuge to the sick, broken, and outcast.
Before her birth, her wounded mother - a mysterious woman - dragged herself into the village seeking shelter. She died only a few hours after giving birth to Ceridwen, leaving the child behind in the care of the village’s first healer. He raised Ceridwen as his own daughter and taught her the art of healing from an early age. Under his guidance, Ceridwen quickly became skilled in herbal medicine and the treatment of illness. Together with the other healers, she devoted her life to caring for the suffering people who found sanctuary within Sunset Valley. As Ceridwen grew older, her abilities as a healer became almost legendary throughout the valley. She managed to heal illnesses and injuries that many believed hopeless, leading some villagers to quietly whisper that something unnatural lingered within her gifts. Rumors spread that Ceridwen practiced witchcraft and used magic to aid her remedies - though no one was ever able to truly prove it.
At the age of twelve, during one of her daily searches for herbs in the fields, Ceridwen discovered a blood-covered and deeply traumatized masked boy hiding among the reeds. He later revealed himself to be Aldrin Grace, the bastard son of Count Grace, who had fled after his own family attempted to have him killed due to his leprosy. Despite the fear and skepticism of the villagers, Ceridwen convinced the elders to let Aldrin remain in Sunset Valley. What began as compassion slowly became something far deeper.
Ceridwen stayed by Aldrin’s side through the years that followed, tending to his wounds, easing the trauma left behind by years of abuse and isolation, and showing him a kindness he had never known before. Aldrin, who had grown up believing himself monstrous and unworthy of love, slowly began to heal in her presence. For the first time in his life, someone looked at him without fear or disgust. Their bond deepened quietly and naturally over the years until it became impossible to separate one from the other. Aldrin grew fiercely devoted to Ceridwen, seeing her as the center of his life and the person who had given him back hope itself. And Ceridwen found in Aldrin a gentleness and loyalty untouched by the cruelty of the world around them.
Together, they built a simple but happy life within Sunset Valley. They gathered herbs at dawn, cared for the sick side by side, listened to old legends by the fireplace at night, and found peace in one another’s presence. Though many of the elders and healers never fully accepted Aldrin as part of the village, Ceridwen never once wavered in her love for him. Eventually, the two married despite the skepticism surrounding them.
But Aldrin’s past never truly released its hold on them. The cruelty of House Grace eventually reached Sunset Valley.
When Count Grace discovered that his son was still alive, he sent men to hunt him down. Ceridwen was later captured and dragged before the Count after refusing to reveal Aldrin’s whereabouts. Despite being brutally tortured for days, she refused to betray him, having sworn long ago that she would never allow Aldrin to suffer such horrors again. Enraged by her silence, the Count ordered her execution. Her body was hung within the reedwind fields like a grotesque scarecrow - left there as both punishment and warning.
When Aldrin found her there, something inside him finally shattered beyond repair. With Ceridwen’s death, the last remnants of his hope and belief in goodness died as well. The unbearable grief of losing the life they had dreamed of together consumed him entirely, dragging him into a deep depression. Though he continued to exist for a time, Aldrin was never truly the same again. Though consumed by thoughts of revenge and desperate to slaughter the Count, his father, and every person responsible for their suffering, he never lived long enough to fulfill it.
Only one year later, weakened by both his illness and the crushing weight of his sorrow, he died a lonely and agonizing death - filled with bitterness, rage, and hatred for the life that had been stolen from him.
The Witch of Life
Unknown even to herself, Ceridwen is one of the ancient Witches of Pywel—the Witch of Life and Healing.
Unlike the other witches, whose purpose is to preserve the natural balance of the world from afar, Ceridwen has always found herself drawn to humanity. Rather than remaining a distant guardian, she chose to walk among mortals, healing their wounds, easing their suffering, and interfering with countless fates that perhaps should have been left untouched.
Many of the other witches regard her with quiet skepticism because of this. They believe she has grown far too attached to the earthly world, allowing compassion to cloud the impartiality expected of one of their own. To them, death and suffering are as much a part of nature as life itself, and repeatedly altering that balance is a dangerous path to follow.
But Ceridwen could never bring herself to simply watch people suffer.
Over countless years spent living among humans, she gradually forgot almost everything about who she truly was. Her memories of the Witches of Pywel faded into fragments—little more than distant dreams she could never quite recall upon waking. Only one thing remained: an extraordinary gift for healing unlike anything any ordinary healer could accomplish.
Though Ceridwen herself believes her abilities are simply the result of knowledge and experience, traces of ancient magic still flow through every remedy she prepares and every wound she touches. It is this unseen power that allows her to accomplish what others consider impossible, giving rise to the rumors that she must be a witch.
Ironically, the whispers are true. She simply no longer quite remembers that they are.
The Lady from the Field myth
Among the oldest and most dreaded tales whispered throughout Sunset Valley is that of the Lady from the Field - a restless apparition said to wander the reeds and barren farmlands surrounding the ruined estate of House Grace.
The legend claims she was once a young woman of uncommon beauty who lived within the valley many years ago. Her fate became forever entwined with that of the Count’s bastard son, a man who had fled his father’s cruelty and vanished into the wilderness. The Count, consumed by hatred and fear of the boy’s return, ordered his men to hunt him down and kill him. When word reached the Count that the young woman had aided the runaway heir, she was seized and dragged before him. It is said she was tortured mercilessly for days, her screams echoing across the fields, as the Count demanded she reveal the whereabouts of his son. Yet despite the agony inflicted upon her, she spoke not a single word.
Enraged by her silence, the Count ordered her execution. Her body was hanged upon the fields like a scarecrow - left for the crows and the wind, a warning to any who would stand against House Grace. But death did not end her story.
Years later, after the Count’s son himself perished beneath terrible circumstances, another horror emerged from the reeds. The young heir, now said to be possessed by the ancient Reed Devil, returned to the valley as something no longer wholly human. And according to the old tales, it was while searching for his lost beloved that the Lady returned as well. Now she is spoken of as a spirit of grief and wrath, haunting the fields where her blood was spilled. Some believe she had been carrying a child at the time of her death, making her vengeance all the more terrible. Farmers claim to see her standing motionless among the reeds during storm-heavy nights, draped in a long ghostly veil that conceals her ruined face.
The veil is said to cover eyes that no longer exist. For the Lady wept so long and so bitterly that her eyes rotted away, leaving only hollow darkness from which blood flows endlessly like tears. Those who glimpse her are warned never to follow her deeper into the fields. For where the Lady walks, the Reed Devil is never far behind.
Relationship with Aldrin
To Ceridwen, Aldrin was never the monster the world tried to make him believe he was. From the very beginning, she saw something deeply human within him - a frightened, wounded soul buried beneath years of suffering, loneliness, and cruelty. While others recoiled from his illness or feared the consequences of sheltering him, Ceridwen looked at Aldrin with compassion instead of disgust. She saw not only his pain, but also the gentleness and sensitivity hidden beneath it.
And slowly, without even realizing it at first, Aldrin became one of the most important parts of her life. What drew Ceridwen toward him was not merely pity or the desire to help someone in need. It was the quiet tenderness within him despite everything he had endured. Aldrin had every reason to become cruel, bitter, or hateful toward the world, and yet he remained deeply soft with her. Attentive. Patient. Loving in the smallest ways imaginable. He listened to her when others dismissed her. He admired the things she created and the person she was, even while the village whispered fearful rumors about her supposed witchcraft. Around Aldrin, Ceridwen never felt strange or unwanted. For perhaps the first time herself, she felt fully understood.
Their connection grew naturally through countless quiet moments together. Gathering herbs side by side at dawn. Sitting near the cliffs in silence while the wind moved through the reeds. Listening to old stories beside the fireplace late into the night. Aldrin crafting little charms and totems for her with careful hands simply because he knew they made her smile. To Ceridwen, loving Aldrin never felt difficult or frightening. It felt inevitable.
She became very protective of him, knowing the horrors he had survived and the wounds his family had carved deep into his soul. More than anything, Ceridwen wanted Aldrin to experience the life he had always been denied - peace, kindness, safety, and love. She wanted him to understand that he deserved to exist without shame. And over time, Aldrin became her safe place as much as she became his.
Though many villagers still viewed him with fear or suspicion, Ceridwen never doubted him for a single moment. The opinions of others mattered little compared to the quiet happiness they found within one another. With Aldrin, she could imagine a future - a simple home, peaceful days, shared laughter, and growing old beside the person she loved most. To Ceridwen, Aldrin was far more than the wounded boy she once found among the reeds. He became her closest companion, her greatest love, and the soul forever intertwined with her own. Even death itself could not truly separate them.
has enough time passed where I can safely say that I do not think TBB is a well written show at ALL... It suffers from so many flaws and huge plotholes, along with retcons that the team behind the show only addressed in off-shoot interviews. genuinely it peaked when the initial creator OF the bad batch as characters was still writing them (so s7 and the first bit of s1)
I think criticism and breaking down your favorite shows is an important part of understanding them and wanting better in future media! don't be afraid to criticize something just because you love it
