Star Filled Stories

This is the home of the journals of Theren Everwood, Bard Planeswalker from Theros Icon credit goes to @Secretsivekept

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A Peek through the Clouds

I know it’s been a long time since I’ve been on here. The Star touched half elf bard has been in stasis for a few years as my life has grown and changed. But I wanted to put this out to the aether, to wish all of you who used to interact with me and Theren that I hope you are doing well. I know the mtg fanwalker community here on Tumblr is rather dormant (between changes in speed of release of lore and Universes Beyond changing the relationship many have with the game) but I wanted to thank you all for the times we shared back in the past. Stepping into the multiverse and exploring here will always be cherished times.

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So before Bloomburrow comes out I at least one to get out one MH 3 ask, so could you tell me about your walkers Origin card?

As Theren is from Setessa in Theros, he went on a peregrination when he came of age. As the card Peregrination searches for two lands and then has you scry 1, his front side would have this effect. To flip him, similar to his story, you would pay an activation to have him fight target creature. If the creature had greater power than him, you would flip it into his planeswalker form.

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It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

It’s weird to think that 7 years ago I started this blog as a way to share my fanwalker Theren with all of you. Although I’m not active on here much anymore, I’m grateful for the ability to share this lovely half-elf bard with all of you 😊

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I know I'm a bit late but I was really enjoying Thunder Junction as a drafting experience, even if I found it a bit muddled from a lore perspective. But I wanted to ask the question if your oc had there own Mount what would it be?

When Theren is headed to Thunder Junction, with the Omenpaths open (and his Nyxborn Guardian Temetet being freed from the Underworld (thats a short story that didn't get written about Theren's experiences during March of the Machine)), he would ride Temetet his Nyxborn guardian dire wolf.

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Artist Credit to @secretsivekept

A Sunny Afternoon

Theren found himself under the shade of the counterculture of the urban spires of the city, the foliage of one of the groves of the Precinct Three. He and Marcel were relaxing in its embrace, Theren mindlessly strumming his lute while. He rested his head in Marcel’s lap. Ever since their jaunt to Kaladesh they’d been dating, for a few months now. Really, since Theren first met Marcel, when Marcel saved him from being drugged at a Simic bar, that he had been pining for the healer. Marcel was so kind and sweet to Theren and he was happy that they were together.

Laying with his head on Marcel, he began to reminisce over the past few months with Marcel. He thought about how they both didn’t realize how close they lived to one another until Marcel visited the farmer’s market being held in the Fauna Square. Marcel was there to find the ingredients for a recipe called “ratatouille” that Theren had heard of before. Theren was just playing outside of the Oak Street Inn. From there, the two often would have dates in Precincts Two and Three. Hearing the joyous bellow of a brushstrider shook Theren out of his reminiscing.

He looked up at the eyes of his boyfriend and smiled saying, “This has been a wonderful day, hasn’t it?” @reds-ocs-rps

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Marcel could not help the light shade of pink from spreading across his cheeks when Theren smiled so softly at him, unaccustomed as he was to such gentle intimacy with another. “I got to spend it with you Starlight, how could it not be?” returning the smile with his own crooked one, his lace covered fingers gently bushing threw the bards tussled locks. Watching the nightscape play across his hand.

Fate was such a fickle thing to find him stealing a moment with the demigod in the shade of this hidden grotto. After treating Theren’s run in with the misplayed anger of a Ravnican citizen, Marcel had thought to never see him again. The multiverse was infinite and even this plane was a winding maze of streets and crowds, and yet they keep finding one another.

This first time had been at a event at a local orphanage, Marcel had come by to check on the children's health and had stayed to twist flower crowns for the younglings. Only to revive a pleasant surplice when the bard currently resting his head on his lap came upon the stage to put on a consort.

It had somehow ended with them on a “not date” on the plane of Kaladesh. He still had such fond memories of Ghirapur, the view from the Freejam had been every bit as breathtaking as Theren had said it would be, and their stroll along the Eleven Bridges had been quite pleasant. Though he had made a bit of a fool of himself trying to power threw a Rogan Josh, as they had called it, he had warned his elven companion he was not good with spice.

Marcel expected that to be then end of it, a wonderful time spent and memories made, only for him to bump into the half elf once more on a rather frustrating day at the market. Marcel had invited Theren back to him abode to try his attempt at recreating a dish from his home plane, with Ravnicas megger offerings, only to be presently shocked to learn they lived so close.

Things had progress along such lines after that to find them sharing the shade of well manicured trees, the handsome musician resting against him in the lazy warmth of the afternoon.

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Theren blushed when Marcel called him “Starlight.” It was such an endearing name from his boyfriend, and every time he blushed from it, it invited the starscape to dance across his face. He looked up at the face of his sweet, sweet cleric. He thought to himself, how did I get so lucky? He reached out his hand and let his fingers weave through Marcel’s hair, enjoying the platinum hair as it went through his fingers.

He smiled and asked Marcel, “How would you like to enjoy the rest of this evening? Would you want to go enjoy a meal out or head for one of our places and make something? If we go out we could maybe catch a performance but if we stay in I think the Farmer’s Market stays open for another hour.”

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel smile grew more fond as he watch the stars dace across his half elves face, it never fail to enrapture him, watching little constellations form and disperse when Theren became flustered. His own rosy blush becoming darker as the rough fingers of a musician stroked threw his silky slivery sheets, his head tilted slightly tilting to the side as his hair parted around those talented fingers.

His soft pink tongue darting out for a second over his pale lips, as Theren's question left him thinking for a moment. At the mention of a performance a colt shiver when down Marcel's spine. When he had first come to plane wide city that was Ravnica he had been entreated to see one of the performances put on by the cult of Rakdos. Only to end up as a captive audience to a rather grizzly display. Theren had been rather instrumental in showing Marcel that Ravnica had a number of guideless thespians putting on less distressing performances.

"Oh my handsome summer star you know I am always happy to cook something for you, all you need do is ask" he chucked softly as he brushed his lace cover fingers gently over the bards jaw. Marcel had quickly found the room Theren lived out of at a nearby inn to be rather cozy, was it the merit of the room itself or the company he shared within he could not say. Though the apartment he keep behind the small flower shop on the border of the market district had far better facilities to make something worth serving to his beloved.

"Though, if I may be a bit vain, I recently picked something up on one of my trips and I would love a excuse to wear it for you." No longer able to look at the bard as his blush when from it's rosy pink to a deep wine color, spreading all the way down his neck. The healer feeling a bit selfish putting Theren on the spot like that, as he only wish to spin the rest of this lovely evening with the object of his affecting.

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Theren smiled at the idea of being able to see Marcel dress up for an occasion. The healer was already stunning in his eyes, but he found himself enraptured by the idea of being able to take his lover for a lovely evening out on the town.

"Why don't we head to your place then and that'll give you some time to change and then we can head to one of the corner taverns you've been telling me about in Whitestone," Theren mused.

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At Theren's mention of an outing to Whitestone Marcel made a little sound in the back of this throat. He honestly had nothing against the neighborhood it was quite lovely, with it's white stone houses, if a bit overly planed and organized. Much like the guild who controls it.

Honestly Marcel felt that way for much of Ravnica, the overly urban plane feeling a bit stale on the life mages skin. Though the fact Theren chose to make his home here made tolerating the cityscape far easier. Especially when he could steal a few moments of the bard's time under the shade of one Mat'selesnya's overly manicured trees. The sound of the brushstrider drawing Marcel away from the always charming smile, as he thought.

He watch the beast for a moment as the mothers young fawn reveled itself from the brush. A smile crossing Marcel's lips, new life, the promise of spring and thoughts of planes had his mind wondering far across the Blind Eternities. Then a flash of excitement could be seen in the silver of his dark green eyes as the turned to look at the half elf resting upon his lap.

His smile turning into a crooked line up his cheek, like it always did when he could not feel his emotions for shingling threw. "I think an outing to a tavern sounds wonderful, and I know just the place." Gently tapping Theren on the nose with his gloved finger. "Though I loathe to say, you will need to let me up, my Starlight."

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Theren chuckled. "I guess I'll let you up and then we can head to your place." Theren got up and stretched, laying down for that while made him feel a bit stiff, even though he was relaxed. Looking toward the horizon, he saw the sun dip ever so closer to evening. "Let's start walking to your place, I wouldn't want us to be too late." Theren reached a hand out to Marcel to help the healer up and the two began to walk towards Precinct Two.

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Artist Credit to @secretsivekept

A Sunny Afternoon

Theren found himself under the shade of the counterculture of the urban spires of the city, the foliage of one of the groves of the Precinct Three. He and Marcel were relaxing in its embrace, Theren mindlessly strumming his lute while. He rested his head in Marcel’s lap. Ever since their jaunt to Kaladesh they’d been dating, for a few months now. Really, since Theren first met Marcel, when Marcel saved him from being drugged at a Simic bar, that he had been pining for the healer. Marcel was so kind and sweet to Theren and he was happy that they were together.

Laying with his head on Marcel, he began to reminisce over the past few months with Marcel. He thought about how they both didn’t realize how close they lived to one another until Marcel visited the farmer’s market being held in the Fauna Square. Marcel was there to find the ingredients for a recipe called “ratatouille” that Theren had heard of before. Theren was just playing outside of the Oak Street Inn. From there, the two often would have dates in Precincts Two and Three. Hearing the joyous bellow of a brushstrider shook Theren out of his reminiscing.

He looked up at the eyes of his boyfriend and smiled saying, “This has been a wonderful day, hasn’t it?” @reds-ocs-rps

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel could not help the light shade of pink from spreading across his cheeks when Theren smiled so softly at him, unaccustomed as he was to such gentle intimacy with another. “I got to spend it with you Starlight, how could it not be?” returning the smile with his own crooked one, his lace covered fingers gently bushing threw the bards tussled locks. Watching the nightscape play across his hand.

Fate was such a fickle thing to find him stealing a moment with the demigod in the shade of this hidden grotto. After treating Theren’s run in with the misplayed anger of a Ravnican citizen, Marcel had thought to never see him again. The multiverse was infinite and even this plane was a winding maze of streets and crowds, and yet they keep finding one another.

This first time had been at a event at a local orphanage, Marcel had come by to check on the children's health and had stayed to twist flower crowns for the younglings. Only to revive a pleasant surplice when the bard currently resting his head on his lap came upon the stage to put on a consort.

It had somehow ended with them on a “not date” on the plane of Kaladesh. He still had such fond memories of Ghirapur, the view from the Freejam had been every bit as breathtaking as Theren had said it would be, and their stroll along the Eleven Bridges had been quite pleasant. Though he had made a bit of a fool of himself trying to power threw a Rogan Josh, as they had called it, he had warned his elven companion he was not good with spice.

Marcel expected that to be then end of it, a wonderful time spent and memories made, only for him to bump into the half elf once more on a rather frustrating day at the market. Marcel had invited Theren back to him abode to try his attempt at recreating a dish from his home plane, with Ravnicas megger offerings, only to be presently shocked to learn they lived so close.

Things had progress along such lines after that to find them sharing the shade of well manicured trees, the handsome musician resting against him in the lazy warmth of the afternoon.

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Theren blushed when Marcel called him “Starlight.” It was such an endearing name from his boyfriend, and every time he blushed from it, it invited the starscape to dance across his face. He looked up at the face of his sweet, sweet cleric. He thought to himself, how did I get so lucky? He reached out his hand and let his fingers weave through Marcel’s hair, enjoying the platinum hair as it went through his fingers.

He smiled and asked Marcel, “How would you like to enjoy the rest of this evening? Would you want to go enjoy a meal out or head for one of our places and make something? If we go out we could maybe catch a performance but if we stay in I think the Farmer’s Market stays open for another hour.”

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel smile grew more fond as he watch the stars dace across his half elves face, it never fail to enrapture him, watching little constellations form and disperse when Theren became flustered. His own rosy blush becoming darker as the rough fingers of a musician stroked threw his silky slivery sheets, his head tilted slightly tilting to the side as his hair parted around those talented fingers.

His soft pink tongue darting out for a second over his pale lips, as Theren's question left him thinking for a moment. At the mention of a performance a colt shiver when down Marcel's spine. When he had first come to plane wide city that was Ravnica he had been entreated to see one of the performances put on by the cult of Rakdos. Only to end up as a captive audience to a rather grizzly display. Theren had been rather instrumental in showing Marcel that Ravnica had a number of guideless thespians putting on less distressing performances.

"Oh my handsome summer star you know I am always happy to cook something for you, all you need do is ask" he chucked softly as he brushed his lace cover fingers gently over the bards jaw. Marcel had quickly found the room Theren lived out of at a nearby inn to be rather cozy, was it the merit of the room itself or the company he shared within he could not say. Though the apartment he keep behind the small flower shop on the border of the market district had far better facilities to make something worth serving to his beloved.

"Though, if I may be a bit vain, I recently picked something up on one of my trips and I would love a excuse to wear it for you." No longer able to look at the bard as his blush when from it's rosy pink to a deep wine color, spreading all the way down his neck. The healer feeling a bit selfish putting Theren on the spot like that, as he only wish to spin the rest of this lovely evening with the object of his affecting.

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Theren smiled at the idea of being able to see Marcel dress up for an occasion. The healer was already stunning in his eyes, but he found himself enraptured by the idea of being able to take his lover for a lovely evening out on the town.

"Why don't we head to your place then and that'll give you some time to change and then we can head to one of the corner taverns you've been telling me about in Whitestone," Theren mused.

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Artist Credit to @secretsivekept

A Sunny Afternoon

Theren found himself under the shade of the counterculture of the urban spires of the city, the foliage of one of the groves of the Precinct Three. He and Marcel were relaxing in its embrace, Theren mindlessly strumming his lute while. He rested his head in Marcel’s lap. Ever since their jaunt to Kaladesh they’d been dating, for a few months now. Really, since Theren first met Marcel, when Marcel saved him from being drugged at a Simic bar, that he had been pining for the healer. Marcel was so kind and sweet to Theren and he was happy that they were together.

Laying with his head on Marcel, he began to reminisce over the past few months with Marcel. He thought about how they both didn’t realize how close they lived to one another until Marcel visited the farmer’s market being held in the Fauna Square. Marcel was there to find the ingredients for a recipe called “ratatouille” that Theren had heard of before. Theren was just playing outside of the Oak Street Inn. From there, the two often would have dates in Precincts Two and Three. Hearing the joyous bellow of a brushstrider shook Theren out of his reminiscing.

He looked up at the eyes of his boyfriend and smiled saying, “This has been a wonderful day, hasn’t it?” @reds-ocs-rps

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel could not help the light shade of pink from spreading across his cheeks when Theren smiled so softly at him, unaccustomed as he was to such gentle intimacy with another. “I got to spend it with you Starlight, how could it not be?” returning the smile with his own crooked one, his lace covered fingers gently bushing threw the bards tussled locks. Watching the nightscape play across his hand.

Fate was such a fickle thing to find him stealing a moment with the demigod in the shade of this hidden grotto. After treating Theren’s run in with the misplayed anger of a Ravnican citizen, Marcel had thought to never see him again. The multiverse was infinite and even this plane was a winding maze of streets and crowds, and yet they keep finding one another.

This first time had been at a event at a local orphanage, Marcel had come by to check on the children's health and had stayed to twist flower crowns for the younglings. Only to revive a pleasant surplice when the bard currently resting his head on his lap came upon the stage to put on a consort.

It had somehow ended with them on a “not date” on the plane of Kaladesh. He still had such fond memories of Ghirapur, the view from the Freejam had been every bit as breathtaking as Theren had said it would be, and their stroll along the Eleven Bridges had been quite pleasant. Though he had made a bit of a fool of himself trying to power threw a Rogan Josh, as they had called it, he had warned his elven companion he was not good with spice.

Marcel expected that to be then end of it, a wonderful time spent and memories made, only for him to bump into the half elf once more on a rather frustrating day at the market. Marcel had invited Theren back to him abode to try his attempt at recreating a dish from his home plane, with Ravnicas megger offerings, only to be presently shocked to learn they lived so close.

Things had progress along such lines after that to find them sharing the shade of well manicured trees, the handsome musician resting against him in the lazy warmth of the afternoon.

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Theren blushed when Marcel called him “Starlight.” It was such an endearing name from his boyfriend, and every time he blushed from it, it invited the starscape to dance across his face. He looked up at the face of his sweet, sweet cleric. He thought to himself, how did I get so lucky? He reached out his hand and let his fingers weave through Marcel’s hair, enjoying the platinum hair as it went through his fingers.

He smiled and asked Marcel, “How would you like to enjoy the rest of this evening? Would you want to go enjoy a meal out or head for one of our places and make something? If we go out we could maybe catch a performance but if we stay in I think the Farmer’s Market stays open for another hour.”

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Artist Credit to @secretsivekept

A Sunny Afternoon

Theren found himself under the shade of the counterculture of the urban spires of the city, the foliage of one of the groves of the Precinct Three. He and Marcel were relaxing in its embrace, Theren mindlessly strumming his lute while. He rested his head in Marcel’s lap. Ever since their jaunt to Kaladesh they’d been dating, for a few months now. Really, since Theren first met Marcel, when Marcel saved him from being drugged at a Simic bar, that he had been pining for the healer. Marcel was so kind and sweet to Theren and he was happy that they were together.

Laying with his head on Marcel, he began to reminisce over the past few months with Marcel. He thought about how they both didn’t realize how close they lived to one another until Marcel visited the farmer’s market being held in the Fauna Square. Marcel was there to find the ingredients for a recipe called “ratatouille” that Theren had heard of before. Theren was just playing outside of the Oak Street Inn. From there, the two often would have dates in Precincts Two and Three. Hearing the joyous bellow of a brushstrider shook Theren out of his reminiscing.

He looked up at the eyes of his boyfriend and smiled saying, “This has been a wonderful day, hasn’t it?” @reds-ocs-rps

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Describe your oc's wardrobe if they lived in a modern setting like ours?

Honestly, Theren would probably be one of those people who would wear harem pants, t-shirts, and a stylish scarf or necklaces for casual wear. He probably would rock chinco's with a shawl of some sort for a more sophisticated look. And if he was going more formal, he'd probably clean up with a pair of dress slacks and a vest with a bow tie.

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I did not have anything for fanwalker Friday last week because I was spending time with family, so this week you all get something silly! How good of a kisser is your oc! And/or how would they react to being kissed by someone they like!

Theren is a particularly good kisser and enjoys kissing. If he is kissed by someone he likes, he'll blush and the starscape on his body will probably move past the shadows.

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What are Theren's views on love?

Theren specifically is pansexual and believes in loving everyone. He is monogamous.

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Inspired by the ask a friend sent me, do any of your ocs have an enemy, a rival, a nemesis? A person who presence just ruins their day? If so, what transpired to make them feel that way about that person?

Theren doesn't have any current enemies, but he has had them in the past. Orethroz is a leonin who tried to kill him once.

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What was your oc's like as a child? What was their childhood like? Do they think they had a good childhood?

Growing up in Setessa, Theren was unlike many of the boys growing up. He wanted to learn how to sing and tell stories, to become a bard. Due to this, many did not spend a lot of time with him, except for his sister, Metiria. His mother Freyjania cared for him (his father was a planeswalker from Fiora, where he gets his last name from). Growing up, he spent much of his time in the wolf stables of the Amatrophon, taking a liking to the dire wolves, especially Thristos. He also enjoyed the Abora Market, where he would trade with some of the centaurs of the Laggona Band. When the time for his peregrination arrived, he was hesitant, which ostracized him more in Setessan community. He did peregrinate and found a storyteller living in the Nessian Woods. He learned much from him and found himself learning many of the skills of a seasoned bard. He would return to Setessa, only after his first planeswalk, which was caused by being attacked by a beast in the Nessian Woods, which tried to swallow him whole. The beast had him grasped by the chest when his spark ignited, which is why Theren has scars that run across his torso.

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Note for a Stranger

A spark ignites (and not that of a planeswalker) when Huatli responds to an unassuming request for a trade posted to the noticeboard of an i

My first Magic Story in four years!! And my 25th one overall!! Hope you like two-person love triangles because Iiiiiiiiii sure dooooooooooooo

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Go read this beautiful story!!!! It’s amazing and Alison knocked it out of the park!!!!

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ALERT! ALERT! DINOBOTS IS CANON! I REPEAT: DINOBOTS IS CANON! THIS IS NOT A DRILL

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With story by Alison Lührs!

https://magic.wizards.com/en/articles/archive/magic-story/note-stranger-2022-05-02

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Always a joy to see story from Alison Lührs again! And I loved the notes back and forth!!!

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New set mean new opportunities for character interactions! So I got to ask how would your ocs interact with the families of New Capenna? Would they throw down in a Riveteers boxing rings, party it up at a Cabaretti function? Or maybe they would get into trouble some other way in the city of angels run by devils?

Theren would easily find himself at home with the Cabaretti! Although not really a party bard, the idea of being able to sing and celebrate with others would make him rather comfortable. Plus, the addition of his Nyxian shadows, he could often allure many as it reminds them of Halo (but they’ll realize that it isn’t rather quickly lol).