#{{ muse ;; tian feng q. }}

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“#” tian feng and midori

⭒ what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

simply "m", because it's a pain in the ass typing out her name again everytime he puts her back in his contacts after deleting her.

⭒ what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

this. he took it himself.

⭒ what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

his phone is never not on silent, so, none.

⭒ my muse’s last text to your muse

{sent 3:04am} -> i just landed

{sent 3:04am} -> i know you said no way or whatever but your assistant told me your hotel

{sent 3:49am} -> im here, gimme the room number {attached image.}

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She make me feel alive, I thought I died inside. Why do I feel fine? Everything seems right She a ghost girl sending shivers down my spine I only get to see her in the night time...

@dxncingxnmyown

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🌷 tian feng about zian

" in a family strangely devoid of affection... he is everything an older brother should be. perceptive, a listener, a lecturer, a supporter. if there was anything i got from my time spent 'home', it was him, and for that i am grateful. "

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😍 - midori and Tian Feng

send me 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them.

" there is much to admire && respect of the princess midori, but the three i find most dear may be what others miss. it is not her eyes, though they are beautiful && full of soul, a story behind each dark iris. it is not her smile, a rare sight when genuine, but bright enough to set a flame alight. no - these things, while very appealing, are not what draws me in to her. what i love most... the highest three values... i love her sense of self-preservation. it takes a certain kind of human being to understand sacrifice, loss, acceptance, grief. she will survive, and i love that of her. she is stubborn, and while it will drive me mad one day, i am sure... this, too, i also love. and finally - i love the way my name sounds on her lips. it feels like it fits right, when she says it. like maybe, tian feng in her world is a better tian feng in reality - someone i could truly be, one day. a man with a home; outside of the war. "

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they're a ten... but their brother is an asshole *cough midori and tian feng*

" Every hero needs an adversary. Getting the girl && the rival in one? That would make her an eleven. "

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☼☾ ( ni han jin , 31 , he / him , cis man , qing 3 ) - have you seen QING TIAN FENG?  we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re DETIRIMINED but also WORN OUT. when you think of them , you think of FEET THAT NEVER KNOW WHEN TO STOP RUNNING, THE SOUND OF SETTLING IN THE DISTANCE, COLD WATER SPLASHED ON TIRED EYES.

name; Upper Three Banner General Prince Qing Tian Feng of the Ming Dynatsy

nicknames; none

birth date; january 11th, 1768, a capricorn

orientation; bisexual & biromantic

relationship; single but off && on with midori, princess of japan, on the lookout for rebound flings

politics; served as a general for the qing army under his late father, the former emperor's, bloodthirsty missions. currently has changed his views to prioritize peace - is neutral personally to the bourbon restoration, but would be in support of it forced to directly choose a side. he is more concerned with the state of his own country && continent than versailles problems, and is using this as an opportunity to try && quell wars.

religion; taoism { recently }

languages; bejing & nanjing mandarin, english, conversational japanese & korean, some french

headcanons && backstory.

TW: violence, war, ptsd mention, implications of abuse && torture

as a child, you wanted nothing more than to be the sparkle in your father's eye - your mother's first child, not one of a concubine, and a supposed jewel to the emperor... but you did not feel that closeness that was spoken of so highly, you did not feel the impressive achieve that you were spoken to be. dressed up && paraded about, you would parrot the words of your father, a bloodthirsty emperor, and the court would coo. you knew how to soothe a room, and you knew what people wanted to hear. eventually, you repeated your father, the emperor, so often... you began to believe it yourself. living a lie sold to you in the guise of china's greatness. what you would later conquer, you were told was already a blessing to your home - you would only take what rightfully belonged to them. but it was wrong, and though tian feng had joined the military at only age 19, he was quickly a decorated general leading a legion of the best men. finally you had earned the approval you dreamed of from your father - you were finally what he aspired for you to be, swinging your sword && storming onwards. an extension of his reign, a tool within his grasp, another of his greedy arms. but he died, and so did your career as a general. you turned back && returned home, a place you'd hardly visited since first leaving. the occasional banquet in your honor, a display of song && poem about your bravery in battle, but it all left a bad taste in your mouth. you retired young, just shy of 30. the dreams haunt you still. you cannot concentrate as you once could && you rarely sleep, which doesn't help things. returning home was strange && still is. you were a soldier, just a man, for so long... with your men, you were no prince. you struggle now with that balance; and within it all, you wonder if you lost yourself on the front lines. there was many times you nearly died to your injuries; once, you were captured by the enemy, held for nearly two weeks. it is not something you speak of to anyone. none of it is. a lifetime spent hoping to impress your father && gain his praise has done nothing for you except breed loneliness && hate, and no ability to handle them. you source your passion into something worthwhile; a woman, a newfound princess, an enemy you wish to make something so much more. you see in her a future for china, but also... for yourself, if she would allow it. you hope she is the change you need; that she will help you usher in a new era. it is the only way you know how to cope now. but home is harder to come by, and as you begin to realize that the world of politics is no longer large enough to accommodate you, more sacrifices for the sake of duty must be made. you say your goodbye to yet another hope, yet another future, and return to the abyss, unsure && frightfully alone.

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📔 tian feng to zian pls !

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇, 𝟣𝟩𝟫𝟩

tonight i think of home. another shipment arrived. of course, i shared with my soldiers. i noticed it lacked the tea i prefer. there must be a shortage. i thought to myself, i wonder if zian has drank it all up. this made me laugh, though some days, it would make me cry. tonight, i think of a simpler time, i think of a bloodied knee when i slipped && fell on the rocks. i think of growing older, shoulders heavier, i remember sitting on the rocks alone after he went to sea. i remember when i left home, too, sword at my side. i think of where he is now, if not yet returned from his voyage. if at the sea... who knows where he may be. outside my window, i see a short, shallow street. i know what lay beyond the walls of the fort, and i have little positive to say about the sight of it all. i hope zian sees shores of sand brilliant as snow under the sunlight. i can imagine the havens he has found. what he has brought back for china to call it's own. tonight is a night where i feel rooted in the past. crunchy rice rolls have crumbs over my floor and i know the rats will feast tonight. the stars shine above and i thank each one for it's blessing of light, of company. without the stars, we would all be lonely. i like to think that even out there in the great blue, perhaps we all see the same sky. maybe we both serve the same universe, even if our paths have led astray. but now, i sleep. there is no room for sentimental thoughts in the morning. with the sun rise, my memories are set to rest.

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014. a letter from the future - hualing and tian feng

014. a letter from the future

my dear sister hualing,

should this letter fall into your hands, then it is for a version of yourself that i have yet to meet. one i will not have the pleasure to meet. so i send you this, in my stead - should you find yourself with my words, please know that i stay with you in this way, even though i am gone.

hualing, you have always surprised me with your undying hope. the world could stand against you && i would bet for your side. the most beautiful about you is that in spite of it all, you maintain such incredible faith. in yourself, in your future, your heart, even in china, even in me. it is a gift you will realize not many else possess, and a gift our nation needs.

but i think not of china in this dire hour. things are bad, they must be, if i am considering mailing this letter home to you. when i left, i kissed the top of your head when you said goodbye. do you remember what i said?

i would return to you a hero.

this promise is my reminder. you always looked to me like one day, the world would be saved by my hand. you made me believe it, too. if this letter is all that returns home, i hope that to you, i fulfill my promise. i regret being unable to be there for you as a brother these years i am away... but i am happy to be there for you, for china, as the hero you inspire me to be.

thank you for the inspiration, princess hualing, sister. i think of you during these dark nights, and they feel less cold. china will come to adore you for the warmth you bring everywhere you go.

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Tian Feng: Midori, Araminta, Davika

fuck midori. at least i know what i am doing when it comes to that. marry davika. it would be advantageous, she presents herself well, and she is beyond beautiful. i believe we would find a way to get along, all things considered. kiss/kill araminta. self-explanatory.

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Sagittarius

𝓢𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 - what do you want to be remembered for when you pass on? is there a legacy you hope to fulfill before you die?

" i hope to be remembered as someone who did good for his country, someone who had the right intentions, at least. some wish for legends to pass through generations, and i guess i do, too, in my own way. the legacy set out for me... i do believe i fulfilled it, for better or worse. maybe now i hope to be wished for other than that; my excellence at war is what they will say of me. i hope, in the end, that is not all they say. "

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Frankenstein: Has your muse ever allowed their ambition to lead them down the wrong path? What happened?

Graeme; as his ambition fuels his behavior now, it has given him a bit of a skewed sense of what is possible. his eyes have turned to the stars for answers rather than the stories he used to share with his family && his ambition has made him gamble in the mythical realm. what he does not yet realize is the potential to tarnish his reputation, and as he grows more withdrawn from his loved ones && friends to study the promise of magic && power, he is beginning to lose touch with what happens around him. king graeme wants, more than anything, to see england bow && have france for his own. as his feet set out on a risky path to hopeful domination, graeme is risking a lot, but it is unknown how far he will push these limits just yet.

Tian Feng; for his whole childhood, he’d been set up for his father’s approval, but it was increasingly hard to gain. on his journey to bring the glittering gem that the emperor could be proud of - truly, tian feng’s ambition for success in honoring his family took him to many dark places. he commanded troops into battle, faced death countless times, and had known grief && fear both intimately. there was a long time that tian feng lived this way, a creation of his father’s guidance. now without that driving force, inherited ambition && bloodlust, tian feng is unsure what he stands for. what is a symbol without a mission?

Reuben; in the plight for wealth, to "buy back" in a sense what was haphazardly spent by himself && his brother, he has fallen into quite the life of crime. if his schemes && cons are discovered, and his unique skill for picture-perfect forgery && deceit, silver-tongued - great lengths in prison, or worse could fall upon him. his ambition for a great image of power && luxury has taken him quite recklessly into stealing, and it does not stop at simple cash. he finds himself in the bed of a betrothed princess, and could stand to anger some of the greatest nations ruling europe to date; for a new prince, this could be disastrous.

Bernadette; though she adamantly believes that her chosen path was the right choice; many disagree. her life is ruled now by the scarlet letter she willing accepted; a home she wrecked being her own reality, and she faces herself && her crimes daily. now she wonders if the choice was right all along; to be the mistress of another, to step in front of a wife. her ambition for a fine life, a place of elevation. of great love, of passion... bernadette had dreamed far above her station. now she stands to lose everything if the public demanded it of their rulers. a monarch, she is not - but her will has not settled. if a wrong choice got her into this mess, she would make more wrong choices to escape it.

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North and South - for isaak, zehab & tian feng !

North and South: Does your muse have somewhere they call “home” that isn’t the house they physically live in? Where is it, and why do they regard it as such? Why do they not view their literal home in the same way as this special location?

Isaak - for him, it is not quite a place or a feeling, but a person. he knows it is a cliche, and once upon a time, he would laugh at himself for growing to be so sentimental. but in truth, there was always a restlessness built into the lukin’s, and the eldest felt it deeply. it only learned how to be still when it found love in a russian prince; but once forbidden to him, suddenly heartbreak && home combine to be one.

Zehab - england. though it has not been his home for six years, it was where he was born && raised && where he feels the best years of his life have already played out. he wants nothing more than to return home. in all this time, there has never been anywhere else he desired to be.

Tian Feng - this has been the plaguing question of his life. when the palace where he was born && raised stopped feeling like home, he had ran to the battlefield, finding a place along the soldiers, a home among the barracks rats. when that soured, versailles claimed the horizon. maybe for him, home is the last meal of the day, where loved ones sit cross legged around the table && unwind with conversation && steaming, warm bowls of noodles. maybe home is not the building you reside, but the atmosphere you return too. the place you wish to be at the days end.