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Cat Got Your Tongue? (MMO AU: Leona Kingscholar x Reader)

Master Post for AU: (x) please read for overview and links to other parts.

a/n: Sure Leona says he doesn't like video games but this is my blog and I choose the au. I ended up having to re-write this because the original premise wasn't working but this fits Leona's vibe a bit better. Side note, but I am thinking I'll probably write a sort of part 2 for each of these once I am finished with each of the main "routes" since there was some stuff I wanted to include in this fic but cut because it didn't flow.

notes: They/Them pronouns used for Yuu, loosely inspired by Love is Hard for Otaku and crappy otome games, Leona is a junior and Yuu is a freshman in American college years, some mild Ruggie slander? (he's hustlin and bustlin) Not a lot of gaming in this one sorry.

Sometimes Leona really hates having a functioning brain. Maybe if he had been born comatose his family would have taken time to understand him. Hell maybe he would have understood them. And maybe, maybe if he’d been a bit more stupid, a bit more happy, a bit more inspiring and a bit less morose, someone would have looked his way.

Someone. His bright green eyes settle on a desk strategically chosen in the furthest shadows of the classroom where someone sits. They’re tired, fighting against the eight am death sentence of a class to stay awake and take notes. Nose always at the grindstone with so little in the way of reward, just like always. Sometimes he wonders if they’ve ever noticed his gaze, it’s been on them for a long time creating a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he’d gladly brush off as disgust to Ruggie when pushed. Not that Ruggie ever pushed hard over something he wasn’t getting paid for and he had enough sense not to laugh at Leona to his face. They both knew it was worry. It was written all over his face and twitching through his tail, they look up to meet his heavy gaze and twitch. A smile works its way to his face involuntarily as he closes his eyes.

He is getting tired of waiting.

~~~

[FC] <Tempura Kun> I STG IM GONNA KERMIT A FELONY

[FC] <Granny Smith> fr?

[FC] <Granny Smith> where we pullin up?

[FC] <Tempura Kun> whatever hole my Algebra TA crawled out of this morning

[FC] <Granny Smith> we pullin out (´×ω×`)

[FC] <Tempura Kun> （πーπ）

[FC] <Tempura Kun> real brave

[FC] <Tempura Kun> ur such a big man

[FC] <Granny Smith> HEY

[FC] <Granny Smith> I thirst for the glory of combat not suicide

[FC] <Gloomy Samurai> whisper or get in a linkshell if you’re just going to bitch and braid each other’s hair

You smother your screams with a pillow as your discord lights up with a call from Epel, which you answer quickly enough it barely gets a chance to ring.

“Just not yer day, huh?” Epel sighs sympathetically, but you know he’s making that stupid smug face of his. “Whatcha do this time?”

“I accidentally gave Dr. Crewel some paperwork dad had me working on and when I tried to explain that to Leona, he laughed at me before I got it all out.” Epel whistles.

“Did you get the papers back?”

“Yeah.” You glare at your monitor as you settle into your desk chair. “Would have been nice to keep my dignity though.” Epel has enough sense to not to tease you more, just inviting you to a party and shooting a message to the guild to see if anyone is up for running a few dungeons while you stew in your frustrations, squishing your pillow and try to avoid reflecting on your day. Realistically speaking it wasn’t that bad. You’ve been pretty lucky in life compared to some people, as your adoptive father is so keen to remind you, he is very generous. He’s paying for you to go to a good school (that he works for so he’s actually just paying for books), he let you keep Grim when pretty much every other foster family you were placed with tried to get rid of him, and you have a pretty solid group of friends left over from highschool. But still, you like to think you have a right to complain about things, what sort of father makes his kid go through zoning laws under the guise of “father child bonding time”? And what sort of teacher’s assistant says that’s not his problem and snarks about taking off points of your actual homework?

Leona Kingscholar apparently, it’s his idea of a joke. By the day after tomorrow he’ll be back to his lazy self, slapping a half assed grade on your homework with a bunch of snarky commentary that’s surprisingly helpful when you go to amend your notes. Assuming he doesn’t hijack your table in the library to take a nap first. He’s a pain in your ass, and the worst part is you really don’t know why. Leona’s a junior, you think anyway, and outside of his job as a teacher’s assistant you don’t have any shared classes. Epel plays on the Spelldrive team, talks him up pretty much every chance he gets, so you guess he’s pretty good at that if nothing else. Maybe he’s mad at you on Epel’s behalf? He invites you to their games sometimes, but you never go because you’re too afraid of the crowds. The thought makes you huff in frustration as Rex and Snake join your party and begin bickering about what to que for; that’s between you and Epel, what’s his captain got to say about any of that? What does he want to do, show off?

[FC] <Snake Whisper> Tempura you still good to heal? Gran said you were stressed.

[FC] <Tempura Kun> I’ll stress more if I make you heal lol

[FC] <Tempura Kun> Thanks for asking <3

[FC] <Snake Whisper> σ(^○^)

[FC] <Snake Whisper> You’re good

You stretch and do your best to pop your neck.

Vivat Rex >> You shouldn’t stress about making him heal if you’re tired. It’s ok to take a break.

Tempura Kun >> lol I like heals I’ll be good promise

Tempura Kun >> ty for worrying tho <3 <3

Vivat Rex >> <3 ofc can’t have our only competent heals falling over dead

Tempura Kun >> HA i’m telling Nautilus u said that

Vivat Rex >> (^_~) punk ass bitch deserves it

The instance cuts off your reply and you settle into your chair determined to enjoy the hour and a half you set aside for yourself today before you have to go back to being an overworked unpaid student. Before you have to go back to trying to convince your friend Ruggie that you have a friend named Rex who is real and not a figment of your imagination that lives in your computer caused by dehydra- wait. Your eye twitches settling on the date and time mocking you from the lower right of your second monitor.

“Epel.”

“Hm?”

“I need you to go wall to wall or I’m gonna be late for work.”

~~~

“Finally.” Ruggie gives an exaggerated stretch as he yawns. You sigh to yourself in relief that he isn’t too upset that you’re a few minutes late, you know Ruggie’s a busy guy from the few closing shifts you’ve worked together. He’s one of the few people you feel actually respects your situation, if the side hustles he kicks your way are anything to go by anyway. You’d hate for him to think you’re ungrateful for his help. “I’m practically dead on my feet here, took you long enou-” You pause in tying your apron, unsure of why he’s staring into you so disapprovingly you almost swear he’s been replaced by Leona. Almost. His signature laugh is too unique.

“Stuff it.” You scowl and his laughter gets louder and it’s a wonder his tail doesn’t knock any of the cigarettes off the back counter shelves.

“Oh you look disgusting.” He fishes his phone out of his back pocket as he clocks out, checking it just out of your view as you try to salvage your pride and settle into your seat.

“You don’t look so hot yourself either.”

“Yeah at least I don’t look like a truck hit me and backed up to make sure it finished the job.” He looks somewhat serious for a brief second. “When was the last time you actually ate food?”

“Before I came here?”

“Instant noodles don't count.” Your silence is speaking volumes you don’t have the strength to combat and Ruggie sighs.

“I know I’m one to talk, but you should really get some rest.” His lips quirk into a grin for half a second, quick enough to have missed if you had blinked as if he remembered something amusing. “Unless you’re angling for someone to force you.”

“Like a health professional? You know the old crow will just look for a second opinion.” Ruggie lightly flicks your shoulder while he continues to focus on his phone on the way out the door.

“You mean thirty-second.” He doesn’t even look up to say goodbye. “Well I’m out! Try not to scare off the customers.” If you had to regularly interact with customers you would not have taken this shift. Epel had given you a hard time about that, something about personal safety being more important than sanity.

[FC] <Granny Smith> not what I said

[FC] <Granny Smith> u should at least have someone visit when ur alone on shift

And you did sometimes. Ace likes to drop by after practice, and Epel hadn’t said that with the intention of not showing up himself. Jack and Deuce probably would have visited even if you were on a daylight shift, not that Jack would ever admit to checking up on you outloud. But it was still very much only a sometimes thing, not that they didn’t care or worry they just had lives. Most of your time at the convenience store was spent alone scrolling through magicam on your phone, only looking up to ring up a hoard of energy drinks for whoever was just as tired as you were. Though maybe not today, Rex had tried to convince you to just call out. He always does, complaining about how he’d have to run things with Nautilus now, but he might have had a point today. The chair you and Ruggie snuck behind the counter is not remotely comfortable but you swear it feels like a cloud. You tried to focus on your magicam feed, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about the fan art Gloomurai posted of the First Fantasia Knight Commander. If anything it just made you sleepier, like he was personally inviting you to take a nap on his lap or something. Your eyes shut and your phone drops out of your hand. When you finally wake up you swear it has only been a minute at most but the smug look of your customer suggests otherwise.

“Morning sunshine.” Leona looks painfully out of place in this shitty college convenience store. The dingey, twitching light barely bounces off his hair and you swear his clothes have to cost more than all the electronic equipment in the place combined, maybe even more than your computer back home. An odd thought to have, he’s literally just wearing the same kind of athleisure wear you had been wearing almost twenty minutes ago while gaming, but you recognize the branding on that shirt from a rant Ruggie went on a month ago. Something about wondering why anyone would pay that much money to leave the house looking stupid in cheetah print. “Are you even listening to me?” Leona drawls, lazy and the slightest bit disappointed, he has been talking to you since you woke up you belatedly realize and completely fail to hide the fact. Leona sighs, tail thrashing in annoyance as he moves to join you behind the counter. “Whatever, just move over.” You almost fall off your chair.

“What? No no no this is an employee only zone you cannot take a nap back here.” You have no idea how Leona is expecting to fall asleep, even if you’ve tripped over him on the campus lawn before you’re sure the green has to be more comfortable than this questionably sourced tile. And yet he seems happy enough, bracing his back against the concrete wall as you turn your confusion back to the counter and notice a thermos that you don’t recognize next to you.

“That’s yours.” Your head whips back around but the fucker’s eyes are closed and he looks so incredibly unbothered your loud retort dies in your throat. He doesn’t bother to meet your piercing gaze no matter how long you stare at him, you get more of a response from the thermos when you accidentally elbow it trying to get more comfortable at the counter. It’s a nice thermos, one of those expensive insulated things that cost a ridiculous amount of money, in a bright yellow that nicely compliments the royal looking lion sticker stuck to it. There are a few other stickers, the NRC logo, a Spelldrive team logo, and a reaper job icon. The last sticker makes you smile, you’re pretty sure you linked a similar looking sticker to Rex in the guild discord a month ago, the design included a silhouette of the cowboy hat from the class armor set behind the icon just like this sticker. Exactly like this sticker, you realize as your tired eyes settle on the artist’s signature. The shop bell rings you to attention, a significantly less interesting customer enters the store and you try to shove your rising panic to the back of your mind and try to focus on doing your job.

Leona’s annoyed sigh goes completely unnoticed.

~~~

“You aren’t going to tell Crowley I slept through most of my shift right?” You have to be pushing things, Leona hates repeating himself and this is the third time you’ve asked him. Leona had insisted on staying with you until the end of your shift, you had insisted he had better ways to spend his night but admitted, when he had explicitly asked, that no you weren’t uncomfortable with his presence just didn’t want to be an inconvenience. That made him laugh, not unlike the little exchange you’d had this morning, but this time he had actually entertained your attempts at talking to him. Until the time came to leave and he offered to walk you home. Leona seeing you asleep at your shitty job was bad enough, the thought of that ramshackle house made your stomach tie up in all sorts of knots. “I know you probably don’t see it as a big deal-”

“Because it’s not.” He snorts. “Really who do you think you’re trying to impress?” You wince, Leona swings the thermos with that taunting sticker just out of view, as you huddle into yourself and he sighs stopping under a street light and turns you to face him. “No seriously, just who are you trying to impress? You’re always working to the point you’ve practically stopped being yourself. It’s annoying.”

“Well what’s it to you?” You huff and Leona doesn’t bother to immediately answer. Your eyes drift back to the sticker on his thermos.

“Maybe I like playing games with you.” His voice and face are uncharacteristically soft, but still unnervingly intense. He doesn’t bother specifying what he means, almost like he’s daring you to ask first so he can make fun of you for thinking Rex was anyone other than him this whole time. “Maybe I like Yuu enough that I want to spend just a little more time with them and not this weird zombie who doesn’t know the way back to their own house.”

“Oh please-” you roll your eyes and turn back to the road only for your retort to die in your throat. You are not, in fact, headed towards the haunted mansion. This road, this stupid street light, is next to a diner you know the college sports teams like to go to after games. Leona, gently, tugs you by the sleeve of your jacket towards the door. “Hey, I can’t afford-”

“Oh don’t misunderstand we ain’t here for you, I was just feeling a bit hungry.” The smug bastard doesn’t even pretend to hear your protests as he pushes his way into the diner and doesn’t wait to be seated. He just drags you towards the back of the diner shooting you a truly catlike smirk over his shoulder. “Of course if I have something left over, we can share. Maybe if you play nice you can get your own straw.” He spins you into the booth across from him, and despite what he literally just said shoves the plastic menu back into your hands when you try to hand it back to the clearly amused waitress.

“How long have you known I was...” You feel stupid even trying to broach the topic, there’s a pretty clear line you don’t cross when making online friends. It’s even in the guild rules, you’re pretty sure “don’t ask for anyone’s IRL info” is probably Gloomurai’s life motto. But Leona doesn’t seem to care, which you suppose is in line with what you know about Rex. His laid back attitude was what had made him the most approachable out of all your guildmates, not that you would ever have thought to apply such a description to Leona. If anything he seems confused why you’re so shy about talking, like he’s known who you are the whole time and that’s why he spent so much time pinging you in game or why he decided to spend his night keeping you company.

“Maybe I like playing games with you.” Something starts curling up in your stomach at the thought that he just might have, if Leona notices you loosening your jacket to release some steam he pretends not to notice.

“Epel mentioned he was gonna try to get you into the guild.” Well that’s news to you, looks like someone is going to get yelled at later tonight. “I didn’t expect you to be so excited about healing, but I ain’t complaining, it was cute and now I don’t have to take Naut’s shit outside of raids.” Cute. You intake a sharp breath and Leona definitely notices your nerves, clearly planning to press the point unless you can cut him off from the chase.

“W-what exactly do you have against Nautilus anyway?” With the way Leona’s face wrinkles you idly wonder if he knows who Nautilus actually is too, or if he’s just displeased that the focus is no longer on him. “He’s not bad at his role.”

“Naut pays too much attention to pointless shit. Sure he’s good but it’s not like he does world firsts or anything.” Neither does Rex but that does seem to be besides the point when he’s paying for your dinner, especially now that it’s in front of you. Diner food might not be the healthiest but Ruggie really was right about instant noodle not counting as a meal. “You know he and Snake used to bitch at each other while they were supposed to be doing callouts? Had whole ass arguments over cooking instead of calling out shackle timing. Gloom and Musclered never stopped ‘em either since it was ‘funny.’” They still do, just in discord and not while you run things. It’s hard to picture someone as professional as Nautilus doing something like that, but then again you know that Rex has known him longer. “So just in case you thought I was just being nice earlier, you are the better heals. If I could get the cards I want with just you, Epel, and Ruggie I would.” It’s disturbing how clear the picture is in your mind: your lala, Epel’s roe, and Leona’s cowboy coded catman being joined by some hyper pink catgirl in the mini game bunny suit that you can easily see Ruggie using to scam some tech worker out of his monthly salary in Pirate’s Port wiping to an EX rank trial because Leona decided his logs weren’t orange enough. It sounds like a good time, and you can’t keep yourself from blurting out:

“We should try to run something sometime anyway, it’d be fun.” And before you can retreat back into your shell, Leona smiles, smiles and burns away any sort of shyness you wanted to have over talking video games with someone as “normal” as him.

“If you can think of something just text me.” You fish out your phone and can’t even bring yourself to cringe at the time with just how happy that suggestion makes you feel.

And Ace said playing MMOs would get you zero bitches.

~~~

This was a mistake. It was hard to keep that thought from drumming away at your nerves the longer you stood in the station square; Leona had been the one to invite you out, not the other way around, so if he really ended up not liking this then that was his fault not yours. You even took into account that Leona was a lazy bitch and suggested you meet up later in the day instead, but then again… You try to resist drowning in a wave of self flagellation over the clothes you picked out as you somehow manage to sink further into the park bench you have decided to camp out on. For someone who had been so insistent they were not going out on a date when their generous adoptive father asked where they were going during such prime father child bonding hours, you felt insanely self conscious. That was normal right, people who actually went out with their friends to do stuff other than pal around the local big box store put thought into their appearance. Not that there was anything wrong with that. If this goes south you know you already confirmed you can have Jack over here in two shakes of his tail and that’s probably exactly what you would end up doing. But when Mannon posted in the guild discord about a First Fantasia themed pop up cafe that was going to be A) running for a limited time within walking distance from your house and B) giving out a code for an in game pet-

Well admittedly your first thought had been to invite Epel, but Leona had texted you almost immediately after Mannon dropped the link.

[irl catboy] ruggie said you aren’t working this saturday

[irl catboy] come with me to the stupid cafe i never know what to order at those places

With such a gentlemanly request how could you possibly refuse? And now here you were fifteen minutes early trying to keep yourself from going stir crazy, or from jumping out of your skin when an increasingly familiar deep voice whispers a sleepy “hey” into your ear.

“Seven’s Leona!” You’re half ready to hit him with your backpack but your indignation and fright are almost entirely wiped away by the sheer figure Leona cuts against the setting autumn sun. Someone, Ruggie you decide, because there’s no way Leona decided to dress up to come see you himself, forced your upperclassman into a knit black turtleneck with golden claw-like trim on the neck and rolled up cuffs. He’s kept his usual tan slacks, but the ugly woven sandals have been swapped out for a more weather appropriate pair of ugly slip ons with similar gold claws to the turtleneck. His hair’s still tied up like he’s been at spelldrive practice, not that you fully know what he looks like outside of Epel’s descriptions and your own imagination.

“What, did I scare you?” you drawls, clearly eating up the attention you’re lavishing on his appearance. Before you can collect yourself enough to stand up he leans down to cow you back into the bench. “Maybe I should scare you some more? The mousey look really suits you.”

“Oh shut up!” You huff and stand, trying your best to avoid cracking your head off of Leona’s stupidly broad frame as you both go to head towards the cafe. “Did you look up the menu online or are you just planning on winging it?”

“You really like to put effort into things don’t you?” Leona doesn’t look or sound too upset but there’s a strange wistfulness to his look you do not really like, but it’s gone before you can pick at it too much. “Nah I figured I’d just let you pick.”

“Are you sure?” You try your best not to sound excited, you swear the only thing you admire about Ruggie is his work ethic, not his grift. “I could just take advantage of you and force you to get a bunch of stuff only I’d like.” As if he’s reading your mind, Leona's green eyes twinkle with mischief you know will bite you in the ass later.

“Oh no you would never do that. I know for a fact that you are just too nice for that.” The “unlike someone else" goes unsaid as Leona decides to really double down on the gentleman act when you reach the cafe, holding the door and not even pretending to look at the menu until you prompt him.

“Do you want to get the reaper soda?” Leona shrugs.

“Does it sound like it will taste good to you?” It does but that’s sort of besides the point, you’re much more interested in the white mage one.

“I just thought you might want the coaster.” You murmur and he smiles.

“I’d lose something like that real fast, you can just keep it.” Your eyes have to pop halfway out of your head with how hard he laughs, other patrons shoot a confused look at your table as you try to resist the urge to self combust. “Let me guess, they’re worth somethin right? In that case all the more reason for you to keep em.” The look in his eyes is practically daring you to ask if he’s really sure, but knowing Leona he wants an excuse to tease so for now you swallow your insecurities and point your awkward smile up at the server who comes to take your order.

“Um can we get one reaper soda, one white mage soda…” your voice trails off and Leona pipes up with the name of a burger you don’t remember reading out to him but they apparently serve anyway with how quickly she notes it down.

“And is the check separate or together?” She sweetly asks and before you can so much as breathe Leona cuts you off.

“Bill goes to me.” You glare at him, well try to really Leona’s a hard person to stare down. “Didn’t I say you could get whatever?” Not literally, it was more implied along with the trouble that you weren’t expecting to catch up to you this quickly. His smile widens, not quite wolfishly, more like a lion staring down a particularly foolish gazelle that’s stumbled weak kneed into his territory. “Go on, tell the nice lady what else you want, she won’t bite you, that's my job.” Flames aren’t enough anymore. You need to turn into a particularly fine paste or particle dust to relive how fast your heart is beating. Luckily for you the server seems amused, letting out a good natured laugh as she shoots you a wink.

“You heard your man, what can we get for you?” You take back every judgment you have ever passed Ruggie’s way. With just how proud Leona seems like now he really is asking for it.

~~~

“You don’t really do things like this much do ya?” Leona kept his teasing to a minimum after the bite comment thank god and kept his word about letting you keep the coasters. Pretty much everything at the cafe seemed to have some sort of First Fantasia themed knick knack you were allowed if not encouraged to take back with you. Leona had offered to walk you home once you both saw how dark it was, promising that would be your only stop this time much to your relief. You weren’t sure how much more of his teasing you could take.

“I mean I’ve got Epel, but Ace, Deuce, and Jack don’t really like mmos.” You aren’t sure if it has ever actually been established if you are friends with Sebek, but unless someone teaches Malleus how to use a mouse you doubt he’s going to be logging into anything other than a literal tree anytime soon. “Sometimes Epel will send me links to merch he thinks I’d like, but he’s more into the…” You pause to try and find the words for what it is you want to say, knowing your friend will kill you if you make him look lame. “Sense of pride and accomplishment you get from beating high end content.”

“That sounds like him.” Leona says proudly. “He’s like that with anything mildly competitive. One of his better qualities, just don’t go telling him I said that. Wouldn’t want it goin to his head.” There’s no way you’ll be able to keep his mild praise a secret from Epel forever, but what Leona doesn’t know won’t hurt him too much. “But that’s not really what I was asking.” Your pace slows as Leona lapses back into silence and you wrack your brain for what he actually could have meant. “Do you like going out to cafe’s?”

“I… don’t really know.” You liked tonight. Talking to Leona, when he was awake enough to participate, was always fun. Even when you were trading jabs back and forth in class. “I used to dream about finally finding someone who I could do stuff like this with, but I kind of gave up after my last date said-” you freeze in your train of thought and walk. This had not been a date in any way shape or form. Sure, Leona played a video game with you, and sure he’s been going out of his way to talk to you in real life more regularly since he came to visit your work. But it’s not like he did that for any reason other than- “said it was just too weird. Said I was just too weird and I guess I just sort of got tired of not being able to talk about things that interested me so I gave up trying.”

“Then why not just date me?” Leona’s eyes are a really strange shade of green now that you’re staring straight into them. It’s like he’s got two neon lights shining a spotlight directly on you every time he speaks, judging and picking apart whoever he is looking at. And right now he is looking pointedly at you, making it clear this isn’t a conversation he is going to let you run from. “I told you before, didn't I? I like playing games with you. I want to spend time with you; I want to hear about your day every day, from what annoyed you to funny things you and your friends did. I want to see you happy and know I made that happen, because you make my life a happier one just by being in it. The only thing I have ever not liked about you is that you work too hard, and that’s not unfixable. You just need to let me be a bad influence on you.” It’s a confession you never really expected to receive, but somehow so very much him. It’s insulting, honest, and just a touch demanding but it reaches into that small shrunken part of your heart that you’ve been burying most of your feelings in for who knows how long now and fills it with warmth.

“Would you-” It feels like a silly question but with how intently Leona is hanging on your every word you feel a rush of power going straight to your head. “If we were going out would you stop wiping things on purpose?” He blinks, if he’s surprised by the request or shocked he got this far you don’t quite know, but he quickly recovers, moving into your space to offer his hand.

“If you ask nicely.” You gladly take the offered arm and influence, squeezing his much larger hand with a soft smile.

“Then it’s a dea-” Leona cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing your mouselike squeak along with most of your air with a speed you didn’t know he possessed.

“Don’t use that punks line.” He practically growls and you can’t hold in your happy laughter any longer. It could just be the streetlights, but you don’t think Leona looks all that mad. Quite the opposite really, not that you expect him to voice it out loud. Instead he leans in for another kiss in a gruff effort to show just how much he means what he has been trying to say all along.

I’m happiest when I am doing things with you.

*if you are curious about Leona's outfit, I based it off of Lion King clothing items in Disney Dreamlight Valley (black and gold claw shoes, tan sunny slacks, and the gray claw top for those looking for specifics)

#twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x yuu #leona kingscholar #twst x reader #twst au

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snifflesthemouse · 1 year

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Readers, we need to have a talk...

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There is so much more I could say, but I don't and won't.

My glasses aren't darkened or muddied...

If you don't understand by now how I operate, let me tell you. I use their behaviors to call them out for conning techniques that are tricks of the conning trade. I write about the things I have PROOF to write about. If I don't have proof, I STRESS REPEATEDLY AS DONE BEFORE THAT IT IS HEARSAY AND RUMOR.

If you don't like what or how I write, that is your right as a human being. I could care less. I'm not here to bend my blog to people too lazy to write one for themselves.

The insane stories make the stories that are probably true even muddier. Repeating the craziest of the conspiracy theories take away from our credibility.

All of those stories could be true, but I choose not to accuse other people of being drug dealers when I have searched the public records that all convicted felons cannot escape... each state determines what felonies can be expunged, and most times... they aren't capable of being expunged. Especially drug charges.

There is a difference between me seeing one of them using actual conartist tricks to manipulate others, and then exposing that... and me just repeating what others have already said.

Now, I feel my readers deserve fresh content and perspective that looks at the truth of both of them and who they are. I am experienced, and I am credentialed in human behavior.

I used to be experienced and behaviored in spewing nonsense that sounds like a coke binge, but I refuse to do that here.

Do you all not deserve better from me?

If that is your schtick and you want to do that, I will gladly read and support you for it. WE all have the right to say or express whatever we want.

And if that is the vibe I do send, maybe it's time for me to stop writing on this blog at all.

I'm not bashing anyone, but don't come on here telling me what you think I know or don't. There are reasons I write the way I do, and I am perfectly content with it. If you aren't, gladly remove this blog from your list and have a wonderful day!

That is all.

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Zachary Allart, Ohio inmate A746176, born 1997, incarceration intake July 2018 at age 20, scheduled for release December 2035

Felony Assault

Pleaded guilty to several charges of felonious assault in the shooting of his ex-girlfriend and the manager of the McDonald's where they worked.

The Judge sentenced Zachary Allart to 18 years in prison. Allart shot his ex-girlfriend, Jayla Frost, in the head twice and his manager, Denise Higgins, in the hip. The three worked at the McDonald's in Anderson Twp.

"I'm sorry. I wished I could do more. If I could take it back I would," Allart told the Judge.

Allart claimed he actually tried to help one of the victims.

"I helped Ms. Higgins. I put pressure on her wound because I had First Aid training trying to get her assistance. I would have helped Jayla but I didn't know how to treat her wound," Allart said.

But Jayla Frost's family didn't believe a word Zachary Allart said.

"This was not no accident. This was pre-meditated," said Joe Frost, Jayla's father. Frost said Allart sent his daughter text messages harassing her.

Jayla Frost was a college freshman working at McDonald's when she was shot.

"My niece should be in her sophomore year of college but she's learning how to walk and learning how to talk because of your senseless act," said Roxanne Ryles, Jayla's aunt.

After the shooting, another employee told local media that Allart was upset because Jayla Frost wouldn't talk to him.

The two had dated but Frost was no longer interested in him. Allart fired the shots at her and Higgins. The employee said Allart's focus after the shooting was on getting away.

"We would be more at peace had the family just turned around and said 'I'm sorry for what my son did to his daughter.' But not one of them has turned to us and apologized," said Susan Lattimore, Jayla's aunt.

At the time of the shooting, Allart was on probation for misdemeanor assault. He had been convicted as a juvenile of assaulting a teacher.

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ABOUT//

hi. i’m katy. i am a certified fandom old™️fair warning, i do not know how to use the queue so following me means you get all my hyperfixations in real time as god intended. this blog is typically wrestling, wrestling, more wrestling, and things that make me laugh so hard i snort liquid out my nose. i only watch aew. i’m in it for the little guys (and gals). i use A LOT of capslock. my tags are a mess and absolutely nothing is searchable, that’s just how we run things around here. generally speaking, i flail about my ride or dies and simply won’t talk about anyone i dislike, so for the most part, this is a hate-free zone. the exception to this is cm punk. i think that man should be lit on fire. do not follow me if you are a punk fan. i’ve probably already blocked you, but there’s a chance i missed if you are quiet about it and weren’t in the tags when i went on my sprees. other than that, no surprises; you know who you gonna hear about here!! pretty transparent.

i used to fill a lot of prompts. maybe someday i will do this again. i’ve got a young kiddo, and i talk about her. she is generally the reason i don’t get much sleep. i love getting asks and typically don’t sugarcoat things! i’m a matched set with @perhapswhoknowsvamp. 💚

YO DAWG I HEARD YOU LIKE MASTERLISTS AND STORY PRIMERS//

🖤 💚 the junglecorpse story video lives here 💚 🖤

TUMBLR FIC MASTERLIST//

reminder that my ao3 account is here

🖤💚junglecorpse (jack/darby)

🧡💚junglehook (jack/hook)

💚🤜🤛🧡the besties (jack & hook)

⚰️🧡 darby/hook

🍊🖤 orange/darby

where it doesn’t hurt | haven’t died yet | comfort | fingers

🔮🍑spookypeach (anna/julia)

the russian roulette of other wrestle pairings

chrono trigger

chrono cross

current tag to search for all works written since the tumblr-pocalypse is tag so you don’t lose this shit. anything posted to AO3 is removed to keep this somewhat manageable.

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This day in history

I'm on tour with my new, nationally bestselling novel The Bezzle! Catch me TOMORROW (Mar 13) in SAN FRANCISCO with ROBIN SLOAN, then Toronto, NYC, Anaheim, and more!

#20yrsago Kim Stanley Robinson on what Martian water means for science fiction https://www.nytimes.com/2004/03/13/books/essay-a-red-planet-forever-in-the-orbit-of-science-and-dreams.html

#10yrsago China Mieville on The Borribles https://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/feb/19/china-mieville-borribles-michael-de-larrabeiti

#10yrsago Young Oxford Conservatives leader abuses DMCA to censor reporting of his calling Mandela a “terrorist” https://memex.craphound.com/2014/03/13/young-oxford-conservatives-leader-abuses-dmca-to-censor-reporting-of-his-calling-mandela-a-terrorist/

#10yrsago Samsung Galaxy back-door allows for over-the-air filesystem access https://redmine.replicant.us/projects/replicant/wiki/SamsungGalaxyBackdoor

#10yrsago UK university admissions service sells applicants’ data to energy drink companies https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2014/mar/12/ucas-sells-marketing-access-student-data-advertisers

#10yrsago FBI recommended felony counts against Joe Arpaio’s cronies https://www.azcentral.com/story/news/politics/2014/03/07/report-fbi-had-urged-charges-in-maricopa-county-inquiry/6164437/

#5yrsago Spotify’s antitrust complaint against Apple is a neat parable about Big Tech’s monopoly https://memex.craphound.com/2019/03/13/spotifys-antitrust-complaint-against-apple-is-a-neat-parable-about-big-techs-monopoly/

#5yrsago With days to go until the #CopyrightDirective vote, #Article13’s father admits it requires filters and says he’s OK with killing Youtube https://memex.craphound.com/2019/03/13/with-days-to-go-until-the-copyrightdirective-vote-article13s-father-admits-it-requires-filters-and-says-hes-ok-with-killing-youtube/

#5yrsago Gimlet staff announce unionization plan following Spotify acquisition https://www.theverge.com/2019/3/13/18263957/gimlet-media-union-spotify-recognition-podcasts

#5yrsago McMansion Hell tours the homes of the “meritocratic” one-percenters who allegedly bought their thickwitted kids’ way into top universities in the college admissions scandal https://mcmansionhell.com/post/183417051691/in-honor-of-the-college-admissions-scandal

#5yrsago A critical flaw in Switzerland’s e-voting system is a microcosm of everything wrong with e-voting, security practice, and auditing firms https://memex.craphound.com/2019/03/13/a-critical-flaw-in-switzerlands-e-voting-system-is-a-microcosm-of-everything-wrong-with-e-voting-security-practice-and-auditing-firms/

#5yrsago Security researcher reveals grotesque vulnerabilities in “Yelp-for-MAGA” app and its snowflake owner calls in the FBI https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2019/03/yelp-but-for-maga-turns-red-over-security-disclosure-threatens-researcher/

Name your price for 18 of my DRM-free ebooks and support the Electronic Frontier Foundation with the Humble Cory Doctorow Bundle.

#pluralistic

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A Nashville college student died a day after she was shot in the head allegedly by a man who authorities said had previously been released for incompetence to stand trial in a separate shooting.

Belmont University student Jillian Ludwig, of New Jersey, died from her injuries "during the night," the Metro Nashville Police Department said in a post on X Thursday morning.

The 18-year-old was walking on the track in Edgehill Community Memorial Gardens Park Tuesday afternoon when she was shot. She was taken to the hospital in extremely critical condition after a passerby found her lying on the ground.

Shaquille Taylor, 29, was quickly identified as a suspect and taken into custody. Police said the gunfire came from a public housing unit across the street from the park and that Taylor was allegedly shooting at a car when a stray bullet struck Ludwig.

Taylor was charged with aggravated assault and evidence tampering and is being held on a $280,000 bond. Police said Thursday they were in discussion with the district attorney's office about modifying his charges.

News of Ludwig's death, came one day after Nashville District Attorney General Glenn Funk called on the Tennessee legislature to make it easier to commit someone to a mental institution. Taylor had been criminally charged multiple times in the past, including in 2021 when he was charged with three counts of assault with a deadly weapon.

Authorities said he and another man allegedly shot at a woman while she was driving with her two children. At least two bullets hit the vehicle. The charges were ultimately dismissed earlier this year and Taylor was released after court-appointed doctors testified that he was incompetent to stand trial. Under federal and state law, mentally incompetent defendants cannot be prosecuted.

A court order stated that Taylor developed pneumonia at birth which led to a brain infection and that he continues to function at a kindergarten level. Criminal Court Judge Angelita Blackshear Dalton wrote that because Taylor did not meet the criteria to be involuntarily committed, the court had "reached the limit of its authority."

State law requires that two doctors certify that the person is suffering from a severe mental illness or developmental disability that causes them to be at a severe risk of serious harm to themself or others. The doctors are also required to find that there are no less restrictive measures that could be taken.

District Attorney Funk criticized the state law, saying in his statement that the rules for when a person can be involuntarily committed is a "nearly impossible standard."

"The law must be altered to accurately balance individual needs with public safety," Funk said in a statement. "At the same time Tennessee must provide more beds and staffing resources to handle dangerous individuals."

Nashville Mayor Freddie O’Connell said there needs to be more beds "for individuals experiencing mental health crises and a renewed conversation about how we limit access to firearms for individuals we know are a threat to the community."

At the time of Ludwig's shooting, Taylor had a warrant for failing to appear in court stemming from a Sept. 21 arrest in a grocery store parking lot. Police said in a news release that he was driving a Ford F-150 pickup truck that had been carjacked by two men wearing ski masks on Sept. 16. Taylor, who did not admit to being involved in the carjacking, was charged with felony auto theft and was released on a $20,000 bond, according to authorities. When he failed to appear in court Friday a failure to appear warrant was issued by the court, police said.

#nunyas news #this is a world of yikes

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i’m a fuuta innocent truther, and here’s my essay on it! by me

Hi hello I love Fuuta Kajiyama very much and I have many thoughts about him, particularly on his innocence/forgiveness. TWs: basic Milgram stuff (murder, doxxing, etc) along with mentions of past abuse. Also, I hope this is obvious, but I’m not supporting any Milgram character’s actions or crimes (except for Yuno, abortion is a human right), this is just my perspective!

I have a few points I’d like to make, but first, I’d like to lay out my perception of Fuuta, along with a few theories I have about him that seriously influence how I vote on him. It’s important to remember that Fuuta is a college student, and it’s implied that he’s had his online platform for at least a few years. That’s... a lot of pressure for somebody who’s twenty years old, and has presumably had a large following since their late teens. The quick escalation of Fuuta’s actions, from simple insults to outright doxxing and death threats, seems to me like Fuuta was worried about losing the following that he probably relied on both financially and emotionally, and his actions became more and more drastic as he tried to keep their attention (a little like Haruka).

Another thing that I think important to mention about Fuuta is that it’s implied that he faced some sort of abuse from his father. It’s unclear whether this was verbal, physical, or both, but he calls his father a “pathetic fogey” in one of his interrogations, and doesn’t expand past that, which reads as an abusive situation. None of this is confirmed, so I don’t let it influence my vote for Fuuta too much, but I personally believe that many of his actions stem from the need to prove that he isn’t a coward because his father planted that idea in his head.

Next, I’d like to look at Fuuta’s reaction to both his crime and his 1st trial verdict, because I think that this is what truly makes him one of the most redeemable characters in Milgram. Some characters know that they committed murder but feel no remorse (Kotoko, Amane), and it’s easy to say that others feel guilt, but that guilt is often directed more towards who was affected by the crime than the actual act of killing. For example, Haruka is easily one of the most guilt-stricken characters in Milgram, but when you look closer, Haruka is actually guilty because he feels that his crime didn’t get him attention and care. Fuuta, on the other hand, feels genuine remorse for his victim, despite his reluctance to admit it. Just look at his face in his 1st trial music video: Fuuta is scared. As a character, it’s pretty easy to see who Fuuta is: a young adult who puts on a tough front because he is terrified of being perceived as a coward. While it seems like Fuuta isn’t truly remorseful because of this tough act, it’s easy to see that he feels extremely guilty about what he did, in a more genuine way than other characters.

Finally, and perhaps most importantly: Fuuta’s is the only crime that isn’t, like, a major felony in Japan. Admittedly, I don’t know the intricacies of the Japanese legal system, and while online insults can get you up to a year of jail time, it’s nowhere near the consequences that literally every other character would face. Seeing how Fuuta is also the only character to not actually make the conscious decision to kill someone (he made posts, yes, but arguably didn’t know the direction it would take), Fuuta is the only character who, in the eyes of the law, isn’t facing capital punishment.

To sum it up, Fuuta is different from other Milgram characters in many ways. He does see his crime in a bad light, and, while scared to admit it, Fuuta feels a true guilt for what he did - from a metavoting perspective, it’s highly unlikely that he would ever do something even close to doxxing again. Fuuta’s just a scared kid who made a very, very bad mistake, but who deserves the opportunity to make amends. TLDR: vote Fuuta Kajiyama innocent 2k22

#i am having Many Thoughts tonight!#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #fuutaposting #book's quotes

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When Representative-elect George Santos takes his seat in Congress on Tuesday, he will do so under the shadow of active investigations by federal and local prosecutors into potential criminal activity during his two congressional campaigns.

But an older criminal case may be more pressing: Brazilian law enforcement authorities intend to revive fraud charges against Mr. Santos, and will seek his formal response, prosecutors said on Monday.

The matter, which stemmed from an incident in 2008 regarding a stolen checkbook, had been suspended for the better part of a decade because the police were unable to locate him.

A spokeswoman for the Rio de Janeiro prosecutor’s office said that with Mr. Santos’s whereabouts identified, a formal request will be made to the U.S. Justice Department to notify him of the charges, a necessary step after which the case will proceed with or without him.

The criminal case in Brazil was first disclosed in a New York Times investigation that uncovered broad discrepancies in his résumé and questions about his financial dealings.

Just a month before his 20th birthday, Mr. Santos entered a small clothing store in the Brazilian city of Niterói outside Rio de Janeiro. He spent nearly $700 using a stolen checkbook and a false name, court records show.

Mr. Santos admitted the fraud to the shop owner in August 2009, writing on Orkut, a popular social media website in Brazil, “I know I screwed up, but I want to pay.” In 2010, he and his mother told the police that he had stolen the checkbook of a man his mother used to work for, and used it to make fraudulent purchases.

A judge approved the charge in September 2011 and ordered Mr. Santos to respond to the case. But by October, he was already in the United States and working at Dish Network in College Point, Queens, company records show.

Despite his earlier confessions, Mr. Santos has recently denied any criminal involvement, telling The New York Post, “I am not a criminal here — not here or in Brazil or any jurisdiction in the world.”

Joe Murray, a lawyer for Mr. Santos, said on Monday, “I am in the process of engaging local counsel to address this alleged complaint against my client.”

Mr. Santos’s swearing-in on Tuesday as the representative of New York’s Third Congressional District was already set to take place amid a cloud of scrutiny.

Last week, irregularities in Mr. Santos’s campaign spending emerged, including $40,000 on flights and payments for rent that are linked to an address where Mr. Santos is reported to be staying, a possible violation of the ban on using campaign funds for personal expenses.

Mr. Santos also lied about graduating from college and had misled voters about having worked for Citigroup and Goldman Sachs. He also acknowledged owing thousands of dollars in unpaid rent, and withdrew his claim that he owned multiple properties.

The next step for Brazilian prosecutors is to file a petition when the courts reopen at the end of the week requesting that Mr. Santos respond to the charges against him. A judge would then share the request, called a rogatory letter, with the federal Justice Ministry in Brazil, which would share it with the U.S. Department of Justice. Neither the Justice Department nor Brazilian authorities can compel Mr. Santos to respond at this point. But Mr. Santos must be officially notified in order for the case to proceed.

A criminal conviction, even for a felony, is not on its own an act that would disqualify a congressional member from holding office. The last time a member of Congress was removed from office for breaking the law was in 2002, when James A. Traficant Jr. was removed from the House after his conviction on felony racketeering and corruption charges.

If Mr. Santos does not present a defense in the Brazilian case, he will be tried in absentia. If found guilty, Mr. Santos could receive up to five years in prison, plus a fine.

#us politics #news #the new york times #2023 #118th congress #us house of representatives #rep. george santos #new york #brazil #fraud #conservatives #republicans #gop #department of justice #Joe Murray #Justice Ministry

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A blog post from Jack Alphey, a work experience placement student from King’s College London

For the last several weeks, I have been working on reading through and cataloguing 18th century legal manuscripts within the Middle Temple Library. Having readily available and digitized information about the contents of manuscripts will allow easier access for researchers to the information they want to find. Thus far, I have found many interesting cases. From questions as to whether the theft of live pigeons was a felony to complex cases of financial fraud. Perhaps the most interesting thus far, however, is the case of theft from the Indian John Morgan in 1765 found within a manuscript of notes made at the Old Bailey from 1765-1769.[1]

On the surface, the case is very simple. Three prisoners allegedly stole money and several items of clothing from Morgan. Morgan’s origins in India came up both in the crime and the legal proceedings, and it appears that two of the prisoners were found guilty. After this case, however, the manuscript records a following argument in court over whether John Morgan was guilty of perjury. What was unique about Morgan was that he was a “Mahometan” (an earlier English term for someone of the Muslim faith) and he was only willing to swear an oath on the Qur’an instead of the Bible. My assumption here was that the solution would be a fairly simple yes.

In contrast, however, the court came to a conclusion which upheld Morgan’s testimony. Once the court had become “satisfied of the Belief of Mahometans in a Deity” they deemed the Qur’an “to be their method of being sworn”. Seemingly the importance was in a valid belief that would make an oath taker stay honest instead of requiring a state sanctioned ‘true God’. Hidden at the back of the manuscript, however, is a copy of a letter from “Mr Gould” (that is, Sir Henry Gould, 1710-1794) addressing the case written in 1784, nineteen years after the ruling. This letter provides an admonition on the ruling citing the importance of “corporal oaths”. This was something, in Gould’s eyes, that could only be undertaken by a Christian touching the Bible in front of the Christian God. According to Sir Henry’s reasoning, Morgan’s oath on the Qur’an made his testimony perjury. What happened to John Morgan does not seem public. Did the letter almost two decades later pertain to his actual future or simply to future theory?

This case is useful, however, in letting us address the lives and trials of non-Western and non-Christian individuals within Britain in this period. Morgan was clearly a man of means: he had a significant amount of money stolen, as shown by the case. This lines up in name, location, and time to be the Indian John Morgan seen working with the artist George Stubbs during his paintings of exotic animals.[2] When a crime was committed, however, Morgan’s testimony put him in danger with the Christian rigidity of the courts. Rare cases like these provide insight into the British system’s struggles and resistances to adapting to a world in which differences such as other religions would more commonly find their way integrating and how this challenged existing institutions.

Jack Alphey, MA student King’s College London

[1] https://www.middletemplelibrary.org.uk/client/en_GB/default/search/results?qu=ms47&te=

[2] Mark Sorrell, ‘A Zebra, A Tigress, and a Cheetah: New Light on George Stubbs’ Exotic Animal Subjects’, British Art Journal, 15 (2014), https://go.gale.com/ps/i.do?id=GALE%7CA389175724&sid=googleScholar&v=2.1&it=r&linkaccess=abs&issn=14672006&p=AONE&sw=w&userGroupName=anon%7Efd5ab7ed? (accessed 28th February 2023).

#law library #library #libraries #history #inns of court #books & libraries #manuscript #rarebook

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It was ultimately just human nature to be drawn towards the comfortable, safe, and familiar. Even when you made up your mind to make a change in your life, you could unthinkingly slip into the same old routine... that's the mistake Suzumi Hiyori ended up making.

See, the change Hiyori had decided to make was ultimately a very small one. Nothing else in her daily schedule changed. She still got up early in the mornings, went on a jog, kissed her boyfriends goodbye before going to her college courses, practiced with the rest of the track team, and went out to eat a meal with them before heading back home. If Hiyori had made a drastic change like refusing to go to the post-practice meal, then surely, she would have remembered her vow to change, but...

She hadn't, so she didn't. Instead, she thoughtlessly ordered the same garlic ramen she always ordered, completely forgetting her vow to cut the thing out of her diet.

Hiyori's reason was simple.

The garlic ramen's target audience? Anyone who wanted to avoid funeral costs, since not even maggots would touch someone so stinky. The thing's odor was so bad, it was practically a felony for Hiyori to breathe in someone's direction after eating it.

Before, it wasn't that big of a deal for Hiyori to eat it. While her teammates would jokingly complain about how bad her breath was, at home, there was no one to whine but Hiyori herself.

The thing was, Hiyori had recently moved in with her beloved boyfriends, Aizo and Yujiro. If Hiyori came home reeking of garlic, there would be nothing but bad endings ahead of her.

Unfortunately for Hiyori, her momentary carelessness and lapse in memory set her on the path towards one of those tragic endings--!

Sure enough, when Hiyori got home, Aizo backed up instantly, his hand immediately coming up to pinch at his sensitive nose...! Hiyori's face went pale at the sight of Aizo's horrified expression...!

She knew a werewolf's sense of smell was much better than any normal human's, but to think Aizo would actually recoil at the garlic scent coming off of her...!

Undeterred, Yujiro stepped towards Hiyori, saying, "hey, have you already forgotten to give us our 'I'm back' kisses?"

Hiyori hastily stepped back, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as her back hit the front door. In a panic, she turned her head away from Yujiro and said--!

"Yujiro-kun, don't come near me right now! You'll get sick if you kiss me now!"

"It'll be fine, just kiss me already," Yujiro insisted.

"Yujiro, you're already turning red!" Aizo screamed at his and Hiyori's vampiridiot boyfriend. "Hiyori, hurry and brush your teeth before Yujiro ends up hurling!"

As Hiyori desperately scrambled to obey, she found herself wondering why her boyfriends had the exact opposite reactions one would expect. Somehow, the werewolf was desperately avoiding the overwhelming power of garlic, while the vampire was welcoming someone home with a wagging tail...

#liphiyo

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Michael David Mosley, Tennessee inmate 548805, born 1996, incarceration intake in 2020 at age 23, sentenced to life, with parole consideration 11/05/2180

Homicide, Attempted Criminal Homicide, Attempted Aggravated Assault

After three days of testimony from more than 20 witnesses, the jury delivered guilty a verdict in the trial for Michael Mosley — a man accused of killing two and injuring another.

The jury found him guilty of two counts of criminal homicide, one count of attempted criminal homicide and one count of assault after about one hour of deliberating.

Mosley was on trial for killing Paul Trapeni III and Clay Beathard, and injuring AJ Bethurum in a fight outside the Dogwood Bar in Midtown just days before Christmas 2019. The medical examiner explained during Wednesday's proceedings that Trapeni and Beathard were both stabbed in the heart. Mosley's attorney has argued his client was acting in self-defense.

The victims were college students home on winter break who met up with a group of former Battle Ground Academy classmates to catch up.

Throughout the trial, the prosecution brought in witnesses who saw the fight happen. Twelve different videos of the fight were shown to the jury. Those who testified so far said they never saw a weapon. Mosley is accused of using a knife to stab Trapeni, Beathard and Bethurum.

Michael Mosley's Criminal History

Back in 2015, police say Mosley was charged in another stabbing incident. Records show he was charged with felony aggravated assault with a deadly weapon stemming from an argument about a toddler.

In December 2018, police said he entered a Walmart on Charlotte Pike, walked up to a woman and began violently assaulting her — including punching and kicking her and dragging her across the floor. Police said he was free on bond from this crime when the 2019 stabbing happened.

In October 2021, Mosley was sentenced to 12 years in prison for the Nashville Walmart assault. He was convicted of criminal attempt to commit aggravated assault.

Mosley was allegedly involved in a jail riot in Cheatham County. He was one of six people charged with instigating the riot in 2019.

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And Now...a Sneak Peak at Clichecore AU Chapter 10! (Super Special Tumblr Exclusive Early Access)

helloooo. since I haven't gotten anything posted recently I'm sharing the beginning of chapter 10 with you guys early. oh here's the actual fic if you want it

Trick-or-treating officially ended at nine—none too soon, as Drew was threatening to commit a felony if she had to listen to The Monster Mash again. By the time the last of the families had left the youth center and they finished packing up the decorations, cleaning their trash, loading everything back in Drew’s car, and fighting their way through traffic to the office, it was well after ten. When Drew whined that the kids had gotten fingerprints all over her bumper, Piper told her she thought it was very kind of Drew to dedicate her time and car to the children for the night. Drew snapped at Piper for calling her kind because she “had a reputation to uphold.”

Nico wasn’t if it would be rude to point out that working at a nonprofit might lead people to that assumption.

After putting the decorations back in his trunk and waving goodbye to his coworkers, Nico got into his car and pulled up Austin’s contact information.

“Why are you calling me in the middle of the night on Halloween?” was how Austin answered the call.

“It’s not the middle of the night yet,” Nico said. “Pronouns?”

“He/him. Is Will okay? Is that why you’re calling?”

“What?” Nico asked, frowning out his windshield. “Will’s fine. He’s at work.”

“Oh, thank god,” said Austin. “I was scared you were going to tell me he ODed at a Halloween party.”

“What? Why would you think that? You know how responsible Will is with drugs.”

“Yeah, but you can’t just call me in the middle of the night and expect me not to freak out.”

“Do you think I only talk to you because of your brother?” Nico asked. That was kind of offensive. He was admittedly not great at figuring out the line between friends and friendly acquaintances, but he was pretty sure he and Austin were somewhere on the “friends” side of the spectrum.

“Then why are you calling, if it’s not about Will?” Austin asked.

Nico hesitated. “Well. It’s kind of about Will,” he admitted, and Austin laughed on the other end of the line. “Austin, listen. Shut up, stop laughing. I need help. I want to set things up so Will can celebrate Día de los Muertos, but I don’t know how.”

“Hang on,” said Austin. “You’ve lived with Will for seven years. Are you telling me you’ve never celebrated Día de los Muertos with him?”

“You’re making me sound like a shitty friend,” said Nico. “Three of those years we were in college and there was always an ofrenda on campus that students used, but Will didn’t have time to do things the way your family does at our apartment. Then four years ago, we had an ofrenda and Will printed out some pictures that your dad sent him, but he couldn’t do much else because he was busy working. The next year we had even less time, and since then, we haven’t done anything. He’s never put out Lee’s picture. And I thought...well, he happens to have the day off tomorrow and I just saw something that reminded me of Día de los Muertos, so I thought maybe I could surprise him by getting a few things ready so he can celebrate.”

Austin sighed. Nico cringed.

“Is it a bad idea?” he asked.

“Nico,” Austin said. “That’s very sweet, but Mihcailhuitl usually takes days of preparation. Weeks, even. And our family starts welcoming the children today, remember? We start earlier than most people.”

Nico grimaced. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “We’d be starting late. But he has a night shift the day after tomorrow, so we’d have some time to celebrate then, too, as long as it’s low-key. He won’t want to be tired for work.”

“Okay,” Austin said slowly, like he was thinking. “Yeah. I suppose I can lend my assistance to a poor, clueless white person in need. You’ll probably make the world’s saddest tamanal, but Will is such a softie that he’ll cry tears of happiness no matter what. You guys should Facetime me tomorrow. Maybe we could have a family call with everyone.”

“Well, what if I come pick you up instead?” Nico asked.

“You mean like now?”

“Sure, unless you have plans you can’t get out of for tomorrow or the next day,” Nico said. “I don’t mind staying up late to drive over and I know Will would love to see you. We can go on a midnight run to some stores and pick up whatever supplies we need and then you can crash with us. It would be nice for you two to talk about Lee. Right?” Nico paused and added, “That was a legitimate question. Would that be nice? Am I being too invasive?”

“It would be nice,” said Austin. “I haven’t celebrated since he died, either. And I really don’t want to leave you to fuck up Mihcailhuitl. I can always rearrange my schedule since I’m self-employed, so—”

“Self-employed?” Nico asked flatly. “You mean an influencer?”

“Self-employed musician with a significant social media following,” Austin corrected.

“You mean the social media your paycheck comes from?”

“You’d better start being nice to me if you want my help, asshole,” Austin growled. “Come pick me up. I’ll pack a bag.”

Austin was waiting outside his apartment dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an off-the-shoulder sweater that looked too stylish to be effortless when Nico pulled up. When Austin opened the car door, he took one look at Nico, then forced him to get out and give a fashion show so he could shower him with compliments. As per usual, the size of Austin’s bag was far too large for a two-night stay. Nico tried to tease him about it, but Austin just rolled his eyes and said, “Nico, we’ve discussed the genderfluid overpacking dilemma before. Besides, I’m bringing my laptop and headphones so I can get some work done.”

They drove back across the bridge and stopped at a 24-hour grocery store. As they were heading inside, some guy wolf-whistled at Nico, so Nico (who had taken self-defense classes in high school and college) grabbed his wrist, pinned his arm behind his back, kneed him in the crotch, and told him to keep his hands to himself or else he’d break his fingers. When Nico released the guy, he groaned and fell on the pavement. Austin linked his arm through Nico’s and called him a queen, then they walked into the store like nothing had happened.

They gathered supplies they would need to make calavera and the ingredients for tamales, atole, and pan de muerto—Sitzin’s recipe, which Austin was pretty sure he remembered all the ingredients for, but they’d have to call to get the instructions. They managed to find a single bouquet of sad, wilted marigolds and some things to set up the ofrenda before leaving the store and heading back home to Nico and Will’s apartment.

“We’ll share my room tonight so that Will doesn’t know you’re here when he comes home,” Nico said as they put the groceries away in the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Austin agreed. “We should stash my things and the rest of the supplies in there then we can surprise him in the morning.”

Before heading to bed, Austin loosened Nico’s corset for him with care and reverence for the garment, but not the firm yet delicate touch that Will had saved for Nico. Austin’s hands didn’t make Nico’s breath catch or his chest feel fluttery like Will’s had.

While Nico glumly mourned the loss of Will’s touch and changed into his pajamas, Austin tried to make himself at home in Nico’s bed by re-homing Nico’s friends.

“Why the fuck do you have so many stuffed animals?” Austin hissed, sweeping his arm across Nico’s bed to shove them to the ground.

Nico gasped in horror. “Gently!” he said, picking up each of his plushies one by one and setting them upright so that they’d be more comfortable.

“How do you even sleep with all of these? You need a bigger bed.”

“If I get a bigger bed, I’ll just fill it with more plushies,” Nico said. “The only thing keeping me from adopting more of them is the lack of space.”

Austin flopped into Nico’s bed and grumbled, “You’re so weird.” He turned his back and covered himself with Nico’s ghost-patterned sheets.

“Thank you,” Nico said as he climbed into bed next to Austin. He shut off his bedside lamp and rolled over to get some sleep.

Sleep didn’t last long. Austin was notoriously bad at bed sharing.

Nico woke up a split second before his body hit the floor next to his bed. Tired, in pain, and really, really confused, Nico stared around in the dark for a moment trying to figure out what had happened until he saw Austin’s hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Scowling, Nico got up and tried to push Austin back to his side. When that failed, he went for a more assertive shove. He thought he was getting somewhere when he attempted to roll him, but it was a slow, exhausting process, Austin slapped Nico’s face in his sleep, and even after flipping Austin over, he still somehow managed to take up the whole bed.

Muttering a few choice curse words to himself, Nico gave up. He put on the zombie slippers he’d worn the evening before, grabbed Fuzzy, and stalked off to Will’s room to try and catch a few hours of sleep before Will came back home. He set an alarm on his phone to go off around the time Will’s shift ended, then burrowed under Will’s covers with Fuzzy in his arms, happily soaking up the bed’s warmth and drinking in the scent clinging to Will’s sheets.

But in his sleep-deprived state, Nico forgot to set the alarm tone to the bloodcurdling horror movie scream he always used. This was unfortunate because Nico slept like the dead and he had yet to discover another sound potent enough to wake him up.

He was jolted out of his slumber yet again when Will quite literally fell on top of him, apparently so tired from an exhausting night shift at the hospital that he didn’t notice the lump in his bed.

When Nico yelped in surprise, Will pushed himself up and tugged down his covers, frowning when he found Nico there. “Nico?” he asked.

“Uh...hi,” said Nico.

Shit. How was Nico supposed to explain this situation? Should he lie and say that his room had flooded or that someone had broken into their apartment and stolen his mattress but nothing else? No, those weren’t good enough cover stories. Should he gaslight Will into believing this was nothing more than a sleep-deprived hallucination? No, he wasn’t sure he could pull that off. Also, he wasn’t going to gaslight his best friend.

“This is my bed,” Will commented.

“Yeah,” Nico agreed.

“Why are you in my bed?”

“Um.” Nico cleared his throat. “I wanted to cuddle.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. That was the dumbest thing Nico had ever said. What kind of person just climbed into someone’s bed because they wanted to cuddle with them? Will was going to think he was such a freak and then he’d never want to date Nico—

“Yeah, okay,” said Will. “Scoot over.”

Nico shifted to the far side of Will’s bed, taking Fuzzy with him, and Will climbed in next to them.

“Big spoon or little spoon?” Will asked.

“Little,” Nico answered, so Will wrapped his arms around Nico from behind.

Nico was a genius. He should win an award. He was an absolute master of seduction.

And then Nico’s alarm suddenly started going off, presumably having snoozed itself for a while when Nico didn’t react to it. “Is that yours?” Will asked, rolling onto his back. He frowned as he felt around his bedside table searching for the source of the noise.

“Yeah,” said Nico. “Turn it off.”

“Why do you have an alarm set?” Will asked as he jabbed Nico’s screen with his finger and made it fall mercifully silent.

“Wanted to be awake when you came home,” Nico lied.

Will dropped the phone back on the table. “God, that’s so adorable,” he mumbled. He turned back onto his side and pulled Nico in his arms again. He buried his face in the side of Nico’s neck, he slid one of his legs between Nico’s, and then sighed sleepily, his breath caressing Nico’s skin. Soon, Nico felt the soothing rumble of Will’s soft snores against his back.

Nico stayed awake much longer.

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They present themselves as rebels against the system, fighting to preserve a piece of local woodland.

Yet many of the terrorist suspects arrested and charged over occupying government property and the violent attack in downtown Atlanta on Saturday are children of pampered privilege from out of state.

Hundreds of far-left activists, including Antifa, had gathered on Saturday evening at the Five Points neighborhood in downtown Atlanta to protest the death of their comrade who died in a shootout with police earlier in the week at an occupation south of the city.

On Jan. 18, Manuel Esteban Paez Teran, of Tallahasse, Fla., shot and severely injured a Georgia State Patrol trooper at the so-called “autonomous zone” before being killed by returning fire from police. The year-and-a-half long occupation is at the heart of the “Stop Cop City” movement to shut down the construction of the future Atlanta Public Safety Training Center, a proposed training site for law enforcement and first responders. They hate it because it’s a police center, but also claim that they are protecting a forest.

At Saturday’s gathering, masked militants dressed head to toe in black marched in the streets, shouting: “If you build it, we will burn it.”

They then smashed up businesses, cars and the Atlanta Police Foundation building. An Atlanta police cruiser was set on fire with an explosive. Livestream videos recorded at the scene showed the violent extremists working in an organized manner, such as using a large vigil banner to hide the rioters who torched the vehicle and grabbing large rocks from a shared bag to use as projectiles.

Some of those arrested represent the sort of professional leftist agitator who have popped up across the country after George Floyd’s death:

Francis Carroll is the son of a yacht-sailing, multi-millionaire family.

Carroll was already out on bail for a domestic terrorism arrest at the Atlanta autonomous zone last month. He is the son of a yacht-sailing, multi-millionaire family and hails from the wealthy Maine city of Kennebunkport, also home to former president George W. Bush.

Carroll, who lived in his parent’s mansion before going to Atlanta, was among six people arrested and charged with domestic terrorism, aggravated assault and other crimes on Dec. 13 following a string of property attacks around the area, a carjacking and assaults on officers. They were all bailed out by activists who crowdfunded their legal defense using Twitter.

Madeleine “Henri” Feola is orginally from the wealthy Portland, Ore., suburb of Happy Valley.

Feola is a trans nonbinary activist and 2022 alumna of Oberlin College, where they studied archaeological studies with a focus on decolonization. They’re from the wealthy Portland, Ore., suburb of Happy Valley before relocating to Spokane, Wash. Feola authored a February 2022 blog post on the American Scientist titled, “It’s Time to Stop Gatekeeping Medical Transition.”

Emily Kathryn Murphy says her own family “doesn’t fully understand what being vegan means.”

Murphy is a middle-class vegan activist who previously served as the at-large chair for the Chicago chapter of Al Gore’s “Climate Reality Project” organization before becoming further radicalized into eco-ideology. “I have been vegan five and a half years now, and, no matter how much explaining I do, my own family still doesn’t fully understand what being vegan means,” Murphy complained once in a blog post for the group.

Ivan James Ferguson is an award-winning classically trained clarinet player.

Ferguson is a 23-year-old award-winning classically trained clarinettist from Henderson, Nev. who studied at the prestigious San Francisco Conservatory of Music. Before becoming radicalized, Ferguson regularly performed in classical concerts in California and Nevada.

They’ve each been charged with: felony domestic terrorism, felony interference with government property, felony first-degree arson, felony second-degree criminal damage, riot, unlawful assembly, willful obstruction of a law enforcement officer and pedestrian in roadway.

At an emergency press conference following the riot, Atlanta mayor Andre Dickens revealed a shocking discovery: “Some of them were found with explosives on them. You heard that correctly, explosives.”

The Georgia Bureau of Investigation and other law enforcement agencies have tried multiple times to end the violent occupation of the woods. Yet militants have regrouped and continued to occupy the area, heeding the call shared on anarchist sites for comrades to “defend the Atlanta forest.” At the first police raid in May 2022, police were met with Molotov cocktails. The GBI also said it found gas masks and edged weapons at the raid.

During the protest, an Atlanta police cruiser was set on fire with an explosive.FOX 5

Among the previous arrests were more privileged protesters:

* Teresa Yue Shen, a Brooklyn woman arrested on Jan. 18 who graduated from Barnard College before working at Reuters and CNN, according to her LinkedIn. She is charged with domestic terrorism.

* Abigail Elizabeth Skapyak, of Minneapolis. Skapyak is a former Justice Department intern who graduated from American University. She was arrested on May 17.

* Marianna Hoitt-Lange, a violinist who graduated from New York University. She was arrested on May 17.

* Madeleine “Matthias” Gunther Kodat, of Philadelphia, is the daughter of the former provost and dean of faculty at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wis. who was arrested on May 17.

Protesters torch police car, damage businesses in Atlanta after activist killed

In November, rioters tried to set a man on fire who drove into the area.

“It seemed to me like they were going to burn the truck with me in it,” Richard Porter told 11Alive News at the time. He was forced to flee for his life as his truck was torched. In early December, two under-construction homes next to the occupation were burned to the ground. The same month, another raid resulted in six being arrested and charged with domestic terrorism.

Serena Hertal, of Sun Valley, Idaho, was one of the militants charged with domestic terrorism, aggravated assault and criminal trespass. She graduated from Pitzer College, a private liberal arts university in Claremont, Calif. where yearly costs are over $82,000.In addition to the weekend violence in Atlanta over the shooting death of the gunman, far-left sympathizers from around the country have held solidarity direct actions and urged retributive violence. “Scenes from the Atlanta Forest,” a collective that represents the autonomous zone, called for “reciprocal violence” against police in a heavily shared post on Twitter.

In solidarity with the Atlanta occupation, the trans child of Democratic House Minority Whip Katherine Clark was arrested for alleged vandalism and assault of an officer. Jared “Riley” Dowell, 23, was charged with assault by means of a dangerous weapon, destruction of injury of personal property and damage of property by graffiti.

In Lansing, militants attacked a bank, writing, “Stop cop city.” Six were arrested. A Portland UPS center was also purportedly set on fire, with a claim of responsibility posted online saying it was retribution over their comrade’s death.

“We call for more actions directly toward the companies that are donating to and funding the Cop City project in Atlanta. Forest defenders have a right to stay in the forest, and groups will continue to retaliate until the Cop City Project is canceled,” reads the anonymous statement.

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