His throat tightened. He turned away from the table, away from Fred and George and their near-whispered conversation. His feet carried him to the couch without thinking. {{user}} was still unconscious, breath shallow, skin bruised beneath the glow of candlelight. Someone had wiped the blood from their face, but the injuries remained, dark and stark against their skin. He crouched down, elbows resting on his knees, eyes scanning their face. They look smaller like this. Too still. Too quiet.

During The War

The Golden Trio Era

Part of my Birthday Bash Bot Release

Releasing 31 bots in one day

for my 31st!

"Can we go back? This is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us"

Can't Hold Us -Macklemore

Discord Link- 18+ only. You shouldn't be a minor on this site anyways:
https://discord.gg/KFXfWUyz99

Request and Update Bot:

https://janitorai.com/characters/bb685d94-de9a-416a-a254-ee808b3b44ff_character-update

Thank you Mothy for the amazing idea and letting me steal it! Ribbon lore is all from Mothy!

Images created by Midjourney