#s: peter

[fresatrait]

Had so much fun in my ranch rotational gp today T0T

stopped playing bc they took my horse (not pictured)...but anyways this was my first time testing out my sims family business! They own a sanctuary for retired racing horses + have a farm & people are able to come hang with the animals and take care of them :3

[mischiefarchive]

After being asked by Ophelia, Peter was now going mad thinking of the possibilities. He’d started going on a wild goose hunt, scouring every book he could get his hands on for an answer until he spotted the Professor, the one that SURELY had to have an answer.  “But, you can transfigure into a cat, no? So, surely the thought has crossed your mind, or concern even! I mean, what if you were to birth kittens in the middle of class?” Peter started rambling off to Professor McGonagall who wore a stern and concerned look on her face. “I’m just saying, if a dog animagi can birth puppies, it’d only make sense for you to be able to birth kittens, right? I mean...” 

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closed starter based on THIS meme for @evcnesco​ ( ophelia )  “ do you think a dog animagi could have puppies? ”

“I, you...wait, what?” Peter looked up from his bowl of cereal, eyes widening. How had the question never crossed his mind before? Suddenly concern etched over his features, terrified for the possibilities, not only for himself but his friends. Most importantly, Sirius. Shit, had Sirius accidentally impregnated someone with puppies before? “I...don’t know, is that an assignment for class? Why are you asking me?” 

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closed starter based on THIS meme for @spellburdened​ (rita)  “ where did you learn that? ” 

That evening, he’d slipped away from the dorms, glad to have a moment to himself. As much as he loved the rest of the marauders, he needed his alone time. After wandering the castle for what seemed like hours, Peter had finally found a small alcove, far enough away from any common room or portrait that he wouldn’t disturb anyone. His sheets of music were scattered along the floor and the window sill, ink stains everywhere, hands included. It wasn’t often he had peace and quiet, time to work on his true passion, music. 

He’d become so engrossed in strumming his calloused fingers against the strings, that he’d forgotten where he was and the time. He certainly didn’t hear the approaching footsteps either. But out of nowhere, a sound that was accompanied by a gust of wind swept his parchment from beneath his knee and flew across the hall, nearly nicking Rita’s face in the process. 

“I, shit, sorry,” the male cursed louder than intended, quickly scurrying to snatch the sheet of paper, cheeks now a dark shade of pink. “Um, I didn’t think anyone would be out at this hour.” Or more, he hoped. “But um, I mostly taught myself.” He admitted sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head.