I'm The Manipulator Now

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A wild Arthur stumbles upon this rare sight. 

Joker sleeping out of his own volition? He’d never thought he’d see the day. 

He pauses, staring at the blond’s sleeping form for a moment before he huffs out a quiet chuckle.

He gentle pats his head and brushes a few fallen locks away from his peaceful face.

Hey guys, it’s been a real hot sec, hasn’t it? Not sure if anyone’s even here rn LOL 

Just wanted to say I haven’t forgotten about this blog; I’ve just acknowledged fully that I have anxiety, and that keeping up with this blog and constantly initiating things would be too much for my mental health, especially with school (and work!! Oh my god!!) going around in the background. 

So I’ll be deeply lurking around. If anyone has the courage, they’re always free to interact! Always happy to write.

They don’t remember your muse, nor who they are. They can’t recall what happened, what’s their favorite meal or special abilities that they have (if they have any).

How you’re muse will help them to remember? Or maybe they will use it as an opportunity to get benefit from my muse? Watch my muse discovering themselves and the world anew.

Arthur stared at the tattered wings on the fairy’s back with a mixture of awe and horror. 

Arthur stared at the tattered wings on the fairy’s back with a mixture of awe and horror. 

Arthur put his hands up slightly.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

A spring fairy? Well, he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised since he’s half-angel, but...