#I will in fact be reblogging onto this to share my favourite frames because since this is the only thing I have been working on for-

[amazingdeadfish]

The Killing Kind Animatic

After three months, it is finally done! I hope you all enjoy the final product and, forgive me while I go into a mini hibernation because of burnout XDDD.

Screenshots I used as reference and/or traced

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Not My Mistake Pt 3

Pairing: Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: Roger slept with her roommate and Y/N did him a favour

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol

A/N: Sorry there’s been such a long wait since the last part but I lowkey love how this one turned out so please remember to let me know what you think - like, comment, reblog it really helps me want to write more parts :)

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six

“That girl’s looking at you,” Brian informed Roger, nodding to the other side of the bar. “She’s been watching you all evening.”

“That’s hardly new, Brian,” Roger scoffed cockily and the curly haired man rolled his eyes in response.

“She’s hot is all - definitely would be your type,” Roger finally gave in and followed Brian’s gaze to where the woman was sat between two men, some friends surrounded her, one of which Roger was painfully familiar with.

A half smile lifted Roger’s lips as he looked at the woman Brian had indicated. Y/N grinned at him and Roger couldn’t help himself as he winked back, knowing full well the action would cause his friend to roll her eyes. Of course, she did just as Roger predicated, though she accompanied it with a laugh. The laugh that never failed to make his heart flutter.

Three months had passed since Roger had accompanied Y/N to her apartment. He had spent the night on her couch with her, the two of them having collapsed there together after indulging themselves in a few more bottle of beer and cider. Nothing had happened, though. When they awoke the next morning Y/N’s head was on his chest but she had been quick to move away with an embarrassed apology that Roger had found so endearing. 

They had exchanged numbers, met up for coffee frequently and Roger often found himself walking her to her university lectures.

He was completely enamoured by her. Not that he would ever admit that, especially to himself.

“Hey, mate, do me a favour and get that girl over there a rum and coke?” Roger asked, pulling out his wallet and indicating at Y/N. The bartender nodded and set about mixing the drink for Roger.

“Rum and coke? That’s an acquired taste, Rog. What happened to playing it safe and just ordering beers?” Brian asked, laughing at Roger’s decision. Roger shrugged. He wasn’t about to tell Brian that he knew Y/N. He wasn’t ready to share her just yet.

“She seems like that kind of girl,” Roger told his friend instead, well in the knowledge that rum and coke was Y/N’s favourite drink. A fact proven by the way her eyes lit up as the bartender presented her with the drink and how she grinned at Roger.

Brian whistled, clearly shocked by the overwhelmingly positive reaction from the woman. 

“You going to talk to her?” He asked. Roger shook his head, standing from the barstool he had been seated at.

“There are plenty of girls here, Bri, best give them all a shot.”

Y/N couldn’t deny the way that her heart appeared to sink when Roger moved out of her eyesight, with the curly-haired man who played guitar in their band. Brian, the astrophysicist. Roger had described him previously as being ‘lanky and awkward, a bit of a nerd but an all-round great guy’.

One day she’d like to meet them properly, form her own opinions.

Though she wasn’t sure when that may be.

“Come on, you’ve been moping over lover boy all night,” her friend Beth moaned, tugging at Y/N’s arm as she took a drink from the rum and coke Roger had bought for her.

“Leave me alone,” the woman groaned, pulling her arm out of Beth’s grasp.

“You’ll see your boyfriend tomorrow, I’m sure, so now you can dance with me,” 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Y/N argued but allowed Beth to pull her over to the dance floor, drink still held securely in her hand as she began to move to the beat of the music playing.

Over the course of the night she saw Roger multiple times. Mostly he was surrounded by pretty groupies. If he caught her eye he’d give her one of his famous winks and set her heart beating a million times an hour.

At the end of the night, however, he joined her as she waited for a taxi, Jamie and Caleb having gone to spend the night elsewhere. Roger lit up a cigarette as he joined her outside the pub.

“Can I join you?” He asked, breaking the comfortable silence that lay between them. A slight smile grew on her face as she observed her friend from the corner of her eye.

“So long as you pay half,” she said. Roger chuckled around his cigarette, the smoke curling from his fingers, momentarily mesmerising Y/N as she took in his profile.

Admiring his beauty.

It wasn’t fair for him to be that pretty Y/N thought as she looked at him. He would make a prettier girl than her if he so wished. The thought caused a giggle to escape her lips and Roger turned fully to look at her, a soft smile reserved only for her on his face.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t pay?”

“When have you ever tried to be a gentleman, my love?” She teased in response. Roger let out his loud, full laugh and tossed his cigarette to the floor, using the heel of his foot to stomp out the flame. He placed his arm around Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her to his chest upon feeling how cold her skin felt against his.

Roger’s fingers ran up and down her bare arms, attempting to get some warmth back into her lightly shivering frame as he hugged her.

“When are you going to start bringing jackets?” He scolded, though his tone was soft and gentle, almost adoring.

“When I get a boyfriend and stop having to dress up to fool people into thinking I’m functioning?” Y/N suggested, pleased to hear Roger’s laugh fill her ears once more.

“You can’t form a relationship based on deceit, sweetheart,” he teased as a taxi pulled up at long last.

“I’m not your sweetheart, Rog,” she grinned, stepping out of his arms and climbing into the taxi, immediately missing the comfort his embrace provided.

The ride back to her apartment was silent, the way it always was. Y/N was not quite sure why the two of them lapsed into silence, retreating into their thoughts as soon as they entered the taxi, but they always did. Her head rested on Roger’s shoulder and his scent filled her nose: a mix of cigarette smoke, traces of women’s perfume, his aftershave and an underlying tone of vanilla that she knew came from the cookies they had made together earlier that day. It was a mix that should not smell good together and yet, a mix that was just so wholly, comfortingly Roger.

“No groupie tonight then?” Y/N questioned as they entered her apartment. Roger moved straight for the fridge and Y/N knew it was because she had begun to buy his favourite of beer when she went out shopping. Roger let out a laugh at her question.

“You know I’ll always come home to you, Y/N/N.”

“We don’t live together, Rog,” Y/N laughed, though she appreciated the sentiment nonetheless.

“Well I’ll always come home at the end of the day anyway,” Roger winked at her, his next words causing her heart to skip a beat despite the drunken slur they were spoken with. “And you’re my home.”

“Careful, Rog, or people will think you’re loosing your rockstar edge,” Y/N joked in an attempt to divert attention away from her burning cheeks.

“Please, I’m ore rockstar than ever before,” Roger waved her off dismissively as the two of them collapsed onto her bed, facing one another.

“What do you mean by that?” Y/N asked, going completely still as she waited for Roger’s explanation. A beautiful, joyful smile spread across his ethereal features.

“We’re going on tour of America!” Y/N launched herself into his waiting arms, laughing loudly as Roger readily embraced her, his laugh joining hers.

“No way!” She said breathlessly as she straddled him, not thinking about how it must have felt for him or considering the consequences of their overly affectionate actions. Roger didn’t appear to mind, though, as his hands came to rest on her waist. “I’m so proud of you!” She beamed, her joy completely genuine and unfiltered, her smile infectious.

“I knew you would be,” Roger declared and Y/N hit his chest, affectionately scolding him for his somewhat cocky tone.

“When did you find out?” She asked.

“Earlier today - Brian told me as soon as I got home from yours. He was absolutely buzzing,” Roger chuckled. Y/N moved from her position on top of him. “Where are you going?” He asked and he could feel his gaze on her as she left her bedroom.

When she returned five minutes later, Roger had changed into a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie he had begun to leave at her apartment and sat with his back against the headboard. He looked completely angelic and to anyone unacquainted with the two of them it would look as though they were a regular couple, as opposed to the ‘just friends’ branding they gave themselves.

“We need to celebrate properly, my love!” Y/N announced, dropping two mugs onto her duvet. Roger picked one up and raised his eyebrows at her.

“Fancy.”

“Fuck off, you prick,” Y/N laughed as she struggled to open the bottle of cheap champaign Sally had bought a few days ago - she’d have to replace it before her ‘friend’ caught wind of Y/N having drunk it.

“Give it here, dipshit, you’re making a right mess of it,” Roger chuckled affectionately at her struggles to open the bottle. Y/N sighed and passed it to him.

“We don’t have proper glasses,” she said by way of explanation as she held up the two mugs she had fetched from the kitchen for Roger to pour the liquid into.

“This is perfect,” Roger assured her, taking his mug from her and clinking them together.

The action caused Y/N to chuckle and she joined Roger with her back against the headboard and rested her head against his shoulder.

“Promise you won’t forget me when you get all big and famous?” She sighed, wrapping her fingers around the mug clasped tightly in her hands.

“What if someone better comes along, though?” The teasing edge in his voice was clear and Y/N gasped, elbowing him gently in the ribs, making Roger erupt into a fit of giggles.

It was moments like these that she adored - sitting with Roger, a man she had befriended not all that long ago, teasing one another and making each other laugh. It was moments like these that she thanked God that Roger had been stupid enough to sleep with Sally.

The thought brought an amused smile to her face as she rested comfortably back against Roger.

“I’m only joking, sweetheart, I could never forget you,” Roger promised. Y/N turned to stick her tongue out at him playfully and Roger held his hands up in defence, though there was a soft smile on his face, an expression near to adoration. “I know, I know, you’re not my sweetheart,” he put in before she could utter a word. He relaxed his arms down, this time resting one around her shoulder and allowing her head to rest on his chest.

“You’re learning” she decided, though she couldn’t deny the way her heart sped up every time he called her by the nickname. Perhaps that was why she was so opposed to the term of endearment.

“Though, I suppose if you’re not my sweetheart then you won’t be wanting me to call you while I’m away,” Roger teased. Y/N gasped, taking his playful joke as a serious thread, moving from her comfortable position against his chest to glare at her now-close friend.

“You better call me, Roger - at least once a week,” Roger chuckled and pulled her back into his embrace, dropping a tender kiss to the top of her head.

“I promise I’ll call you after every show,” he vowed.

“You won’t get distracted by groupies?” She asked.

“How could I when my favourite groupie is right here, waiting for me to call?”

“Fuck off,” Y/N laughed, pushing him gently. “I’m so proud of you,” she sighed.

“You’re getting drunk,” Roger informed her, his eyes twinkled in amusement as he watched her.

“Doesn’t change what I mean,” Y/N huffed.

“Get some rest, Y/N/N, you’re helping me pack tomorrow.”

[wordsablaze]

Fire Is More Than Just Flames

You're not meant to fight fire with fire but that doesn't stop Phil from fighting Dan's cruel, numbing fire with the fire of his love and reminding him that the darkness will fade and he'll be okay... A Phan oneshot, Enjoy!

A/N: How fitting that my 50th fanfic is a phanfic, just like my first... This was inspired by the latest chapter of 'beautifully broken' by @jocollins (and sort of written for her too <3 *hugs*) 

Dan's username might argue otherwise but he certainly feels like he's on fire.

Not a burning fire, not a painful fire, not a raging fire, but a cold, numbing fire.

He feels like someone has frozen liquefied fire and thrown it into his bloodstream. Even his skin feels restless, like it wants to jump away and leave him behind, as if he's not worth sticking to anymore.

The lights are off in his room but he doesn't have the motivation to get up and switch them on because his bones feel like metal inside of him, pulling him down, stopping him from functioning like a normal human being. The curtains are open and he hates that because it means he can see the birds carelessly flying past and the sun shining as if nothing is wrong in the world. The door to his room is firmly closed but he doesn't see the point in opening it because he doesn't feel isolated, he just feels like he's alone in his misery and there's nothing being aware of all the space he has can do to help him.

Breathing is exhausting as he closes his eyes and rocks back and forth, wanting nothing more than to pretend everything is fine and dandy again. The sobs that escape him are quiet, gentle, so much more controlled than he feels. Tears slip over his skin like fleeting touches from a friend who doesn't want to understand, cold and useless and painful.

And then there's a tentative knock on his door.

"Dan?"

Phil.

Dan just sobs a little harder, hating that he's becoming a burden and creating a mess out of their previously comfortable silence. He can't form sentences but, if he could, he'd tell Phil to leave, to run while he still has the freedom to, to avoid getting stuck with his illogical emptiness.

"Dan? Dan, what's wrong? Can I come in?"

He doesn't know what's wrong because nothing is wrong and that's all it is, just a massive nothing where his heart should be, giving out darkness and tears instead of emotions and smiles. He's lost in the thoughts of his nothing when the door slowly opens and moves forward, squeaking a little since neither of them had gotten round to fixing it.

"Dan?" Phil asks, his voice no more than a whisper as he looks around. It doesn't take long for his gaze to settle on Dan, curled up on the bed, his head falling onto his knees as he tries to fold into himself, make himself smaller, disappear from existence entirely.

There's a moment where nothing happens, followed by a shuffling and the sound of something being opened, something being switched on, something being started up. Dan, even though he doesn't look up, lets his teary eyes open when he hears the music start to play. It's quiet and barely there but it's there, all the same, filling up some of the accusing stillness in the air around him.

"Dan, can I come near you?"

Despite feeling weighed down, he gives the smallest nod, one that probably wouldn't be recognisable to anyone but Phil. As he always does, Phil understands and eases himself onto the bed next to Dan, who breathes in the faint scent of cereal like it's morphine.

"Can I touch you?"

Dan knows what Phil is doing, he knows Phil is asking him for permission every step of the way to try and bring him back to where he really is, to try and provide a gateway through which Dan can find himself again. But it's more than that. Whether or not he knows it, Phil asking questions is giving Dan a sense of control, making him feel less contingent and more valued, more in charge of his situation. He uses this dim feeling of importance to persuade his head to nod once more.

Instantly, Phil's arm is around his shoulders and he can feel a soft hand gently brushing through his hair. He can feel Phil's knees pressing into his side and he can feel the warmth of another person near him. Phil's hand gently traces small circles into his shoulder, the gesture making Dan shiver. He can feel.

It's not a magical, tingling sensation or an explosive collision of skin but it's something he can feel and that's more than enough.

He's still disjointedly sobbing, his tears practically non-existent as he struggles to stabilise his breathing, but he gradually uncurls his stiff limbs, leaning into the comforting fire of Phil's warmth next to him. He lets his head fall onto Phil's chest, ignoring the voice in his head that wants him to believe he doesn't deserve human contact.

Phil's heartbeat has never sounded so perfect. He's not a doctor so he doesn't know what a medically perfect heartbeat is meant to sound like but, to him, there's nothing more soothing and comforting than the rhythm of Phil's heart. It's a sound that acts like a road for him, leading nowhere and everywhere all at once, just what he needs to latch onto the world.

The arms that wrap around him are cautious but firm and Dan finds himself smiling at the way he's cocooned in an embrace of care. It's always nice to know there's someone who wants to wipe your tears away, someone who wants to make sure you know you're appreciated, someone who loves you, and Dan has never known it more clearly than now.

"You're perfect," Phil whispers into his hair.

Dan's next sob dies before it can reach his lips, destroyed by the reassurance that he's allowed to be empty, he doesn't have to be okay all the time.

"I love you."

At first, he doesn't believe it. He wonders how anyone can love someone as messy as him, someone who can fall apart within the blink of an eye, but then he remembers this is Phil. The same Phil who'd accepted his unorthodox onomatopoeia, his ever-changing obsessions, and his intermittent self-hatred. This is someone who'd known about his dark thoughts before knowing his favourite colour, someone who doesn't seem to mind whatever the world throws at them as long as they can face it side by side.

"You're going to feel okay," Phil tells him, his voice gentle and full of compassion.

Dan doesn't say anything but he lets his arms wrap around Phil in return, the fact that he can touch, that he can hold onto someone acting as a sedative to the whirling numbness in his mind. Phil shifts so the two of them are even closer together again, the space between them dying as Dan clings to him, his chin wobbling and his frame shaking.

The music continues to play in the background, drifting around the two of them as a reminder that happiness is subjective and doesn't have to be shared by anyone else for it to be valid.

Dan opens his eyes and catches sight of the birds flying outside before his eyes settle on Phil's shoulder. The birds might feel happy when they're soaring through the air but Dan is content with staying where he is, with being stuck on the earth, because he has the little things to enjoy, the hundreds of moment he can share with Phil that birds will never experience because they're too busy relishing in their freedom.

"You're going to be okay," Phil repeats, louder this time, or maybe that's just Dan now letting himself hear the words he so deeply desires to agree with and believe.

Dan pulls back only enough to meet Phil's eyes, the eyes full of hope and love and a promise that things can get better, things will get better, and he finds himself drowning in the way those familiar colours are telling him not to give up.

He's not sure his head is clear but his heart can see past his doubt, latching onto the fire of affection he can practically sense spilling from Phil. This time, the fire that Dan feels fighting its way through him is a pleasant one, one that lets him breathe a little better and one that reminds him he's okay, even if he's not.

His voice is quiet and croaky when he says, "Thank you," but Phil doesn't seem to mind, beaming at him like he's just discovered a new planet and is the most important person in the universe.

"Oh, Dan…" Phil just closes the tiny gap between them again, burying his head in Dan's shoulder. "I love you."

Suddenly, just like that, Dan can smile.

Where he'd felt like he would drown in his own emptiness only a few seconds ago, he now feels like he's capable of working with himself, with the darker, more depressing parts of himself that he can't detach and destroy.

He burning in a fire but he's okay with that because he's burning in the fire of Phil's love, one that needs no gasoline to maintain but, rather, a little bit of hope and faith. He's burning but he's not getting burnt because he's a part of the fire, the fire wouldn't exist without him, and he can use the fire to push back the cold hopelessness in his soul that wants to swallow him whole and hide the light so he just crumbles and falls apart.

He's not going to fall apart though, he's going to renovate his heart and forge himself a new happiness, the happiness he deserves, the happiness everyone deserves.

Whoever said fire can't fight fire had clearly never known that fire is more than just flames.

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[alicesoneandonly]

In-depth Character Sheet

Credit to Sir Ender at this writing forum.

Reblog or repost. DO NOT remove credit.

TAGGED BY: @actuallymuffet

TAGGING: Whomever wants to do this

(Note: This is a mix of my personal headcanon as well as canon. It’s also long ashell and going under a read more.

This also has references to Hive City/Citta Alveare as well as his original canon. Anything talking about Ian Yorkland is Citta Specific! (For now.)

Also, I ended up being lazy in parts of this. Whoops.)

FULL NAME: Peter White MEANING: His surname comes from the fact that he’s the White Rabbit. NICKNAME: Pety, Peta-chan (Pierce), Rabbit (Everyone else), shit rabbit (Alice) MEANING: Derivatives of his name and/or role coupled with insults. AGE: 18-23, though I Have him set as 23 BIRTHDAY: September 5th (Headcanon; in canon he doesn’t have a bday) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Virgo (See above) GENDER: Male ALLERGIES: TBA SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Bi and ace (largely unknown to him) THEME SONG(S): Song of Love (Character song)

APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: White/Silver HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Short and at chin length. EYES COLOR: Scarlet red. HEIGHT: 175-185cm WEIGHT: TBA OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Red checkered pattern jacket/coat, pink shirt, brown slacks, red socks and brown shoes with red soles. Buttons on jacket and sleeves are done as tiny clocks; red tie with a clock design on it, though the clock is backwards; has a pink arm band on one of the arms of his coat; frame less glasses. His style is that of a high ranking government official/something loosely based off of the original White Rabbit clothes design as well as having an intellectual appearance. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): None. All wounds and scars heal after a time period or two. SELF CARE(MAKE UP): He wears none. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: “He gives me chills/Why is he so cold/Why is he a murderous asshole?” SKIN COLOR: White? BODY TYPE/BUILD: Surprisingly well built despite coming off as lean. DEFAULT EXPRESSION: A neutral, blank expression; sometimes he scowls while looking at his surroundings with a cold, distant gaze. POSTURE: Standing upright and proper. PIERCINGS: None. DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Very formal but not deep? His voice is high pitched in rabbit form though.

RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Murdered/dead. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Not well since Peter murdered her. DAD: Same fate as his mother. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Same as with his mother. SIBLINGS: Same fate as their parents. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Same as with their parents. CHILDREN: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A PAST LOVER(S): Alice, though she as never his lover. CURRENT LOVER: Ian Yorkland (Citta); no one yet (indie) REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: Disinterest and disgust. Could care less. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: ...depends on the person, but really he prefers to work alone because he hates everyone else. However, he can work with others if he absolutely has to. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Anyone like Blood Dupre, to be honest. I am way too lazy for this meme. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Strict and protective; at times overbearing but genuinely does care. Needs his partner to pull him back into line and be more gentle.

PERSONALITY ..WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Cold, uncaring, aloof, distant, lonely; when Alice meets him he’s the exact opposite, almost. ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Complex, narrow minded, affectionate, lost, not in tune with his emotions/has very low emotional intelligence; loyal, clingy, excitable, happy ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): First meeting x 100 that results in murder/death, possibly. Pure hatred. FAVORITE COLOR: Red (But with checkered print!) FAVORITE FOOD: Anything with mushrooms. Also mushrooms. FAVORITE ANIMAL: …himself? He doesn’t have a favourite. FAVORITE ELEMENT: None. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: None. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: None. LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats and dogs, but he generally hates other animals so... HOBBIES: Learning about his partner/lover in order to better understand them. USUAL MOOD: Neutral/uncaring? DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: None, none, and none.

DARK VERSION OF SELF: N/A

LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: N/A HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: Very serious, especially about those he loves. Tends to treat everything seriously, and take everything seriously to boot. CLASS IN AN RPG: N/A BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Nah. (IN)DEPENDENT: Very independent. VULNERABILITY: Being alone/abandoned/discarded by those he loves; showing/expressing any sort of feeling because he doesn’t understand them and they are scary as hell to him. OPINION ON SWEARING: Crude and befitting a lower class. However, he has sworn on occasion, but it is rare. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Cautious. He doesn’t let his guard down for a moment. MUSIC TYPE: Classical (probably?) /No music preference MOVIE TYPE: He has none BOOK TYPE: Anything pertaining to work or understanding his love interest/partner COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: upper teens, celsius SLEEPING PATTERN: He tends to sleep during the night periods, though most nights not very well. He’ll sleep on his side but tosses and turns. While he technically does not need sleep, he tries to be as rested as he can. He can’t really sleep well due to his thoughts and his inability to turn his mind off. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Very clean, very organized. DESIRED PET: None. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Work. BIGGEST SECRET: He is Alice’s Sunday Afternoons/is the period of time that she loved above all else. HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: N/A WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: N/A COMFORTS: Clean/fresh space (bedroom, living room, office, etc.), his lover/partner, affectionate gestures from said lover/partner.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: He basically gives no shits because, to many, he is the danger. He does not see anything as really dangerous because it’s all a part of the norm for him. However, he will be cautious if it’s something/someone he would struggle against. SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: He’ll straight up attempt to kill them, alongside displaying as much revulsion and disgust as he possibly can. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Complete shock and disbelief, followed by intense happiness once it all sinks in. (If it does because lbr here it takes him a while on the emotions thing.) DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Intense Despair and self blame. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: He can get impatient and frustrated very quickly. Depending on what it is he will either not stop until he gets it, or he will brush/pawn it off onto someone else. INJURY: Could care less if he’s injured and will keep pressing forward. He took a deep slash to the back in his manga and was still able to stand upright and showed very little sign of discomfort or pain. His injuries back in Wonderland also heal within a time period or two, so he’s not really bothered by such things. SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: Fawns over and clings to it, which is what he does with Alice. However, he rarely, if ever finds anything cute (except Alice) so this really doesn’t apply to him.

HISTORY 

BIOGRAPHY: Peter is the White Rabbit, as well as the prime minister of the Castle of Hearts and the Country of Hearts. He lives in the castle with his superior, the Queen of Hearts whom he serves as second in command (ear piece for the queen, servant, etc etc.) as well as the Knight/Knave of Hearts, Ace whom works under Peter. A number of faceless maids and soldiers live there as well.

He peeked into a period of time on a whim one day and found Alice, whose feelings of sadness and regret captivated him. He also took notice of the Sunday Afternoons she spent with her sister, which were a precious, treasured time. He could feel Alice’s affection and love for this time period, and before he knew it he found himself watching over her and visiting her often. By loving this time, Alice had come to love Peter himself, who was an embodiment of that time though she did not know it. 

Watching over her, Peter saw some of what went on in her life, including Lorina’s death and the effect it had on Alice. He also saw that the time they shared was close to ending, so h needed to act fast. Peter went to Nightmare and asked for his help in bringing Alice to their world, which he agreed to. Between the both of them, Peter was able to take Alice down the rabbit hole and give her the Medicine of Heart, which bound her to the game that would eventually (or hopefully) bind her to their world. He did this because he wanted her happiness, even though it meant that she would have to ultimately reject and discard him. For her to truly be happy means to integrate herself into Wonderland, and to do this she needs to cut all ties with her world. Peter, embodying her Sunday Afternoons as well as the love she had for her sister is one such tie.

Despite all of this, Peter still tries to win over her love and affection, most times with mixed or negative results, because he doesn’t learn and lets his emotions and feelings carry him away.

(Note that from here I get into stuff that applies to Citta only things).

Eventually he ended up in a place called Hive City, and despite Peter being, well Peter, he managed to make friends and find himself a boyfriend while enduring a bunch of messed up shit and slowly changing, hopefully for the better. He still murders people with little to no provocation though. FIRST APPEARANCE: Heart no Kuni no Alice (Game); Alice in the country of Hearts manga by Hoshino.

KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: English  SCHOOLING LEVEL: Wonderland doesn’t have a school so he is probably self taught. FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): N/A INTERESTED CAREERS: He’s the prime minister of the Country of Hearts, second to Her Majesty the Queen of Hearts. EXPERTISE: Expert marksman, well versed in swordsmanship and hand to hand combat; well versed in politics, well read in some areas. CHEMISTRY: N/A MATH: Knows a bit above the basics/knows the math necessary for his job. LANGUAGE: Very eloquent speaker; excellent writer GEOGRAPHY: He is well versed in the geography of Hearts and Clover due to the three way territory war that is going on. POLITICS/LAW: He’s a prime minister, so needless to say he is well versed in this area. Hell, he enforces laws, collects taxes, does all the paperwork needed to go govern an entire country as well as a large as hell territory. COOKING: He’s fairly good, but by no means an expert. Taught himself to cook because he does not trust other people making his food for him (could be filled with poison or germs or something). MECHANICS: N/A BOTANY (FLOWERS): He thinks they are filthy things and makes it a point not to go near or touch them. He knows how to identify them but he doesn’t use them for anything. MYTHOLOGY: N/A DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): He has a character song so he can sing; he doesn’t act but he can be quite dramatic when it comes to Alice in that his actions and words are over the top and over exaggerated. 

READING LEVEL: High. It needs to be for his job. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Peter is a very cunning, shrewd individual who is never caught with his guard down. Therefore, his planning is as meticulous as his organization. He makes sure to hammer out every detail and as many possible outcomes as he can.

ROMANCE . DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: Depends on who it is. With Alice he took the initiative, but only because he got swept up in feelings he fully didn’t understand. With Ian he prefers to have the other take the initiative until he is comfortable to do so himself. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): Again depends on who it is, and who is showing affection. If it’s Alice, he’s very forward and confident, freely expressing affection without a care as to who is watching. If Alice is showing him affection, he tends to get shy and skittish, almost as if he wants to run away.

With Ian Peter is quite reserved and shy, as well as easily flustered. Since they are just in the beginning stages of the relationship, I can’t expand upon this more than I already have at this time. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Gentlemen like. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: With Alice he attempted to jump right into things, which did not go well. I think that he would prefer and actually benefit from taking things slow, especially since he has difficulty with understanding feelings and emotions. Taking things slow gives him a chance to work everything out and develop a deeper, more natural bond of love between him and his partner. (By natural I mean not the type of obsessive love he shows in the games.) PROTECTIVE: He is very protective of those he loves, and will even go as far as murdering someone who is harassing/making his lover uncomfortable. You mess with his lover and Peter will kill you. ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Depends on who it is. With Peter he tried to act romantic towards Alice, but since he didn’t understand his feelings he straddles the line between friends and lovers. Personally he would make a better friend for her than a lover.

Also in general he’ll start out as a friend but move into lover territory. He is friends first, however. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: Peter tries to buy things that his lover/partner likes, and is dependent upon said partner/lover.  TYPE OF KISSER: Surprisingly good, albeit a bit clumsy and forceful at first. DO THEY WANT KIDS: Not really, but if his partner does then he will give in to make them happy. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Eventually yes, but it’s too soon for that. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: Depends. Some of his decisions are good, but only after truly listening to his partner and taking their words to heart (Alice). Most of the time he makes bad decisions because, again, he doesn’t listen. He needs to be given explanations as to why his decisions are bad, from which he will strive to learn and do better.

Education is necessary with this bun. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Very. HOW ARE THEY IN BED: Peter is a virgin, so N/A. GET JEALOUS EASY: Oh hell yes, and if not restrained it can get nasty. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: Hell no. MARRY FOR MONEY: Absolutely not. FAVORITE SEX POSITION: N/A WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: Basically anything involving his lover/partner giving him affection and accepting his. Bonus points for his love for his partner being accepted and returned. OPINION ON SEX: “There are germs involved so eeewww. However, if you desire it, I will endure it for you!”

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As you probably know from my ‘Birthday Tag’ post three weeks ago, it was my birthday recently. On Saturday 21st January, the day after my birthday,  I celebrated my sixteenth by having a birthday meal at a local Tex-Mex with my best friends. It was a really great night, where I was surrounded by friends, food and lots of fun! <3

My outfit for my birthday meal (c) Grace Galvin

I’m just going to touch on all of the wonderful gifts I was given for my 16th birthday from friends and family members, considering they were all so lovely and thoughtful! To me, pricing doesn’t really matter when it comes to gifts. As long as some thought was put into it, that’s all that matters! :D I am not in anyway boasting or bragging about my birthday presents, simply thanking those who gave me them and showing you guys, so maybe you can be inspired.

I am not, in any way, trying to boast or brag about my birthday presents, simply thanking those who gave me them and showing you guys, so maybe you can be inspired.

Family

This year, my mum and dad surprised me by buying me an Amazon Echo Dot! This thing is literally one of coolest presents I have ever received. I’m planning on doing a review and walkthrough on how it works, but essentially you can ask this little device questions, get it to play music, tell you the weather, set alarms, play games, such as 20 Questions, or purchase items from your Amazon account. You can even connect it to the lighting and heating in your house for convenience, and simply tell the device to switch your lights on and off for you. It is simply controlled by your voice, where you say the command word (Alexa, Amazon or Echo) followed by your command. I can’t wait to see what other stuff I can do with my Alexa app and this device! :D One feature I particularly love is the ‘Inspire Me’ feature. If you say ‘Alexa, Inspire Me’ then she will play you one of a selection of inspirational speeches by famous celebrities. It’s honestly great if you’re like me and need a motivation boost to enable you to do tasks such as revision.

They also gave me a tote bag that I asked for from a shop called BookwormBoutique on the Society6 website. It has a galaxy background and white text that says ‘I’m going on an adventure’ with a white book graphic outline. In fact, the whole BookwormBoutique Site (as well as others, of course, this is just my favourite) has loads of gorgeous designs that can be transferred onto throw pillows, tote bags in a variety of sizes, mugs, t-shirts, purses and even shower curtains, just to mention a few! The products are not too expensive, and they are also of a very high quality which I am so pleased about! I have these adorable book-themed badges that I’m going to pin on the bag (which I have talked about before) and I’m also looking to get some Coldplay band badges to pin on there too! <3 <3 <3

My mum gave me a gorgeous pair of light-blue droplet earrings from H Samuel! <3 They are so beautiful and glint in the sunlight! 😍

My sister bought me a giant 90 by 60 cm corkboard, so I could pin my world map up on my wall, and be able to stick push pins in the places where I have been and where I want to go. I’m so happy with how it looks and I can pin all of my important school things and weekly timetables on there (and the actual GCSEs exam timetable I just got 😁) too :) She also bought me a massive ’16’ badge for me to wear into school! :D Thank you, Cecilia! <3 <3

Friends

My friends bought me some very thoughtful, fun and useful gifts for my 16th, which I opened the majority of on the 21st at my meal :) Two of my friends, Jazmin and Myah, gave me my presents in school on my actual birthday. As you may well work out, I have consumed some of the food items before they ever got to the photography stage! 😂😂 They were delicious, though :)

Jaz gave me a gorgeous poetry book by this person called Tyler Knott Gregson who found a typewriter in an antique shop in Helena, and ever since, he has written poetry on random scraps of paper with it. The poetry book is a compilation of these poems and as a poetry lover and amateur poet/writer, I can completely relate to his poems on a deep emotional level. He is also a very talented photographer and big on social media, so do look him up :) This present has got to be one of the most beautiful and heartful gifts I think I’ve ever received! Thank you so much, Jaz! <3 <3

Myah gave me a selection of little gifts – she gave me a set of Primark Gold, Silver and Pearl Earrings; a silver photo frame with a picture of both of us in it, some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups;  and an ‘H’ mug which I now use every morning for my orange juice at breakfast :) Thank you very much, Myah for such personal and tasty gifts ;) <3

The rest of my friends gave me my presents at my birthday meal, which was absolutely wonderful. I don’t think I could ask for more thoughtful and caring friends :D

  My lovely friend Chloe bought me a Love and Friendship Colouring book that is filled with gorgeous designs and quotes which I am in love with! To go with that, she also bought me a beautiful set of 36 wooden colouring pencils! I personally have a thing for collecting adult colouring books, so I was delighted to see that she had given me this! I’m going to spend my time winding down and colouring these in! Thank you so much, Chloe <3 :)

  Then, Sanjana gave me, firstly, a stunning square photo album/scrapbook where I can stash all of my photos and ticket stubs etc. I am in love with the vintage world map cover that it has! <3  The other gifts she gave me were:

A Packet of Strawberry Bon Bons (yum! :) )

A Flower Print Passport Cover and Luggage Tag (Wanderlust <3)

A book called ‘Girl, Missing’ by Sophie Mckenzie – from the blurb it seems like such an interesting premise and I personally cannot wait to read it!

Thank you so much, chum, for these gorgeous gifts! I’m obsessed with them all and they have really got me feeling wanderlusty! 😍🌍

Mollie gave me the softest pillow I think I’ve ever possessed – it’s a gorgeous rectangular blue Reblog (!!!) pillow :D I doubt I’ve ever been more excited about a cushion in my life <3 <3 She also gave me a HUGE Galaxy Chocolate bar – and I mean MASSIVE! 🍫 I’m surprised I have been able to save it this long without eating any of it! Finally, she got me a fab set of Avon Eyeshadows – the colours are so vibrant and shimmery and they are just perfect! Thank you so much, Mollie – you know me too well! ;) <3<3

Now onto Maddie <3. Maddie gave me these beautiful blue faux flowers in a pretty jar, a £10 gift card to WHSmith and two gorgeous cupcakes although they aren’t pictured below because I ate them! 😂 One was chocolate and one was vanilla but they both tasted absolutely amazing and I was so grateful for them! Thank you very much, Maddie – the flowers look fab in my room! Plus, I used some of the money on the WHSmith card to buy myself something I’ve needed for so long – a light-blue box file! 😍 To me, my box file is the ultimate organising tool for all of my pens, highlighters, notepads and pieces of paper. It is waterproof and has so much capacity :) I honestly can’t leave my house without my box file anymore and I thoroughly recommend them to everyone, especially students!

Ruby gave me a gorgeous set of crystal droplet earrings and a necklace to match! They are both absolutely stunning and sparkle in the sunlight which I love! :) <3 She also gave me a bath gift set which comes with a black and gold (I am obsessed with black/white and gold!) cosmetic bag, two bath oils/bubble baths and a lotion! I personally can’t wait to relax in a lovely hot bath with these as they smell so amazing and look fab too! Thank you so much, Ruby, for the gorgeous jewellery and the bath gift set! I’m going to have such a relaxing time with them! <3 <3

And last, but not least, Freya gave me a lovely selection of presents, not all of which I was able to picture below but I still will mention! The highlight (in my opinion) of these presents was a planner! :D  I had been looking at this planner for a while so it was honestly amazing that Freya gave it to me! <3 It has a weekly planner, shopping list/budgeting section, packing list for travel, decisions (pros and cons) section and some blank pages for notes. It even comes with a transparent zip lock wallet for little pictures and documents in the back! :) I use it so much and it is so helpful for organising my life! She also bought me a pink heart plaque which says ‘There is no such thing as perfect. Remember: your flaws are beautiful’ <3 This is one of the things I have got to remember as I strive for perfection – that it is okay for things not to be completely alright and that vulnerability and fragility can be beautiful. As well as a ’16’ badge for me to wear at my birthday meal, the last two gifts she gave me were an Essence Clear Mascara for me to use during shows and other situations where real mascara may easily smudge and a hairbrush that says ‘I use this as a microphone!’ That is so me!  😂 Thank you, Freya, your presents are so sweet and thoughtful and I am definitely using them in my daily life <3 <3

The Meal 

Woo! We’re on this section finally! The meal was absolutely fantastic – we went to a local Tex-Mex which has the most amazing food :p For the sake of this not dragging on, I’m going to include a couple of my favourite pics from the meal, followed by a slideshow of the rest of the pictures :) <3

Chloe and I decided to share two starters between us, so we got mozzarella sticks (my fave!) with salsa and a plate of nachos with melted cheese, guac, sour cream and salsa.

This was my main meal – the Classic Burger which had Jack Cheese and was served with curly fries. It was simply delicious!

Toffee Fudge Sundae (c) Freya Beecham

Freya and I decided to get one Toffee Fudge Sundae with two spoons as we were so full up after our huge meals! It tasted absolutely divine and it was a great dessert for sharing!

We got some mocktails to finish up on a wonderful evening. Chloe and Ruby got Pomegranate mocktails and the rest of us got one called ‘Designated Driver’ which is basically lemonade, pineapple juice, orange juice and cranberry juice! They tasted absolutely amazing <3 <3

The Birthday Girl (c) Mollie Cronin

And this last one is me at the start of the night, in my birthday dress. I am completely obsessed with this dress, it has bell sleeves and is shoulderless! <3 <3

Here is a slideshow of some of the night’s best pictures:

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I hope you’re all well and having a lovely week! Have you been up to anything fun recently? Let me know in the comments below :)

xoxo

Hannah

  What I got for my 16th Birthday + Meal Highlights As you probably know from my 'Birthday Tag' post three weeks ago, it was my birthday recently.