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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Yandere Caius X reader

Caius is quite protective and strict when it comes to the reader. That includes, not leaving the castle grounds and only speaking to kings including himself and the guards only.

One morning reader opens their eyes and sees that it’s snowing outside. Readers eyes immediately lights up as she sees the white and cold sky.

And so the reader decided to have a little fun and dresses up for the cold air to play outside in the backyard where the flowers usually go and where Markus usually takes his daily strolls, Caius DID say to stay at the castle grounds.

As she went outside and started playing and making a snowman, Caius on the other hand was furious that the reader might’ve ran off somewhere and was about to have Demitri do a search only to hear the readers soft laugh.

As he goes outside he sees reader making a snowman with a bright smile on her face making Caius calm down and gets distracted from her.

When reader noticed Caius was watching she decided to have a bit of fun and throw a snowball at him, which Caius decided to play readers game and throw one back.

After a while Caius notices that the reader is cold so he brought them back inside and to the kitchen to make them a hot chocolate.

This is just fluff with a dash of protectiveness❤️🤭

You guys are out of control, we all know yandere Caius would lock us up in a tower 😔🤌🏾

❝caius, knows best❞

✭ pairing : yandere caius volturi x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : (y/n) is the mate of caius, and let’s just say he pretty much controls her every being but it’s only because he wants her to be safe. After all Caius knows best.

✭ authors note : l swear you twilight fans come up with the most interesting ideas but girl, yandere Caius? Oh nawwww

✭ twilight masterlist

Deep within the ancient halls of the Volturi castle, (y/n) found herself ensnared in the web of Caius's possessive and overprotective nature. Ever since she had been discovered as his mate, her life had become a series of intricately woven rules and restrictions that bound her to the castle grounds.

Her every move was under scrutiny, and Caius's strict demeanor ensured that she adhered to his expectations without question. The rules were clear—she was to remain within the castle's walls, her interactions limited to the kings and the guards who patrolled the grounds.

It was a life of isolation, one that (y/n) had grown accustomed to, if not resigned to. Her connection with Caius was undeniable, the mate bond pulsating between them, and she could sense the depths of his possessiveness that knew no bounds. His protectiveness, while suffocating at times, was also a testament to the intensity of his feelings for her.

Days melted into nights within the castle's walls, and (y/n) found herself navigating the elegant chambers with a sense of grace and poise that had become second nature. The castle's grandeur was a stark contrast to the confines of her restricted world, a world where Caius's gaze lingered on her every move, his eyes a blend of adoration and caution.

When she did interact with the other members of the Volturi, (y/n) treaded carefully. Her conversations with Aro and Marcus were measured, her words chosen with precision. She had learned to navigate the complex dynamics of the ruling coven, understanding that her presence in Caius's life meant she had a role to play in their intricate balance.

But there were moments when (y/n) longed for a taste of freedom, a chance to explore the world beyond the castle's walls. She would stand by the towering windows, gazing out at the moonlit landscape, her heart yearning for a life beyond the confines of her gilded cage.

Yet, Caius's presence was a constant reminder of the love and devotion he held for her. He moved through the castle with an air of authority, his gaze never leaving her for too long. His actions, while controlling, were also infused with a tenderness that he reserved only for her. In his arms, she found solace from the constraints of her existence, a reminder that she was cherished and valued.

As the days turned into weeks, (y/n) began to find a delicate balance between her own desires and the expectations that bound her to Caius. The world outside the castle may have remained elusive, but within its walls, her love for him bloomed amidst the thorns of his possessiveness. And while her heart yearned for more, she knew that she was at the center of a love that transcended time and boundaries—a love that was as unyielding as the ancient stones that formed the foundation of their world.

Bundled up in warm attire, (y/n) stepped out into the snowy morning, the chill air tingling against her skin. The grounds of the Volturi castle were blanketed in pristine white, the snow creating a serene landscape that stretched out before her. Her eyes lit up with childlike excitement as she gazed at the glistening world that had transformed overnight.

With every step she took, her boots left a trail of footprints in the snow, evidence of her playful exploration. The cold air felt invigorating against her cheeks, and she couldn't help but let out a laugh as she spun around, her arms outstretched like a bird in flight.

The garden area, usually a burst of color from the blooming flowers, was now a canvas of white. (Y/n) could almost imagine the flowers peering out from beneath the snow, as if waiting for the warmth of spring to awaken them once again.

As she ventured deeper into the garden, she noticed a small bench tucked beneath a tree. The sight brought a fond smile to her lips, knowing that Marcus often sat there during his strolls. She imagined him here, surrounded by the beauty of the snow-covered landscape.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, (y/n) moved to the bench and began to shape a snowball with her gloved hands. The cold, powdery snow compacted easily, and soon she had a perfectly round snowball in her grasp. Looking around with a playful grin, she took aim at a nearby tree and let the snowball fly, watching as it hit the trunk with a soft thud.

Her laughter echoed through the air as she continued to throw snowballs, each one finding its mark with unerring accuracy. She was lost in her own world of winter wonder, the joy of the moment washing away the constraints of her usual routines within the castle walls.

Meanwhile Caius paced back and forth, his expression dark and brooding. "(Y/N)," he muttered under his breath, "where in the world have you gone?" His anger boiled within him, his thoughts spiraling into worst-case scenarios. Had she run off? Abandoned him? The very idea gnawed at him like a relentless storm.

Just as he was about to call for Demetri to track her down, a faint sound reached his ears. Laughter. His head snapped toward the courtyard, disbelief warring with relief as he spotted her there, a mischievous grin on her face. The intensity of his emotions, from fury to exasperation, was replaced by a curious mixture of irritation and fondness.

Caius' gaze locked onto her as she gathered a handful of snow, her intent clear in the sparkle of her eyes. Without warning, the snowball whizzed through the air, narrowly missing his shoulder. The audacity! A rare, almost incredulous smile twitched at the corner of his lips.

He brushed the snow from his shoulder, his movements deliberate. The tension that had weighed on him began to unravel. In a swift and fluid motion, he crouched to pick up his own snowball, compacting it in his hand. With a calculated toss, he sent the snowball sailing toward her.

Her startled gasp and the way her eyes widened fueled his determination. He was not one to shy away from a challenge, after all. As the snowball hit her arm, a startled laugh escaped her lips. Caius' heart raced as he watched her reaction, the atmosphere between them shifting palpably.

What started as a playful exchange quickly escalated into a full-fledged snowball fight, each throw accompanied by a burst of laughter and an occasional yelp. The tension that had filled the air earlier was replaced by an electric energy, a connection formed through their shared antics.

Caius' stern facade cracked further with each throw, revealing a side of him rarely seen by anyone else. And as for (Y/N), her eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and genuine affection, finding joy in the simple act of playfulness.

Amidst the flurry of snow, their laughter intertwined, forging a bond that transcended the usual formalities. Caius had played her game, and she had matched his intensity. In that moment, they were not the stern leader and the confidante, but two individuals allowing themselves to revel in a carefree moment, where laughter and snowflakes danced in harmony.

As the snowball fight between Caius and (Y/N) continued, a playful spirit seemed to envelop them both. Laughter echoed through the courtyard, and even Caius found himself caught up in the exhilaration of the moment. Yet, amidst the joy, he couldn't help but notice the way (Y/N)'s cheeks had turned a rosy hue, and how she shivered every now and then.

His concern for her well-being surfaced, overriding the playful rivalry that had taken over. Caius stopped in his tracks, mid-throw, and eyed her carefully. "Are you cold?" he asked, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. (Y/N) chuckled, brushing a few snowflakes from her hair.

"Just a little," she admitted, her breath visible in the crisp air.

Without another word, Caius walked over to her and held out his hand. She looked at him, puzzled. "Come," he said, his voice soft yet commanding. "Let's get you warm."

Inside the castle, the contrast between the chilly courtyard and the cozy interior was striking. Caius led (Y/N) to the kitchen, where the warmth from the fireplace enveloped them in a comforting embrace. He motioned for her to sit at the large wooden table while he went about gathering the ingredients.

As he set a pot of milk on the stove to heat, his movements were efficient and precise. Caius rarely engaged in such domestic tasks, but the sight of (Y/N) sitting there, wrapped in her own thoughts, spurred him to act.

Soon, the aroma of cocoa filled the air as he stirred the mixture, the chocolate melting into the milk. He poured the steaming liquid into two mugs, the clinking of porcelain breaking the silence. Sliding a mug in front of her, he met her gaze with an unspoken question.

(Y/N) looked up at him, her eyes softening with gratitude. She wrapped her hands around the mug, savoring the warmth that seeped into her fingers. "Thank you, Caius," she said, her voice a hushed murmur.

He inclined his head, acknowledging her thanks with a nod. For a moment, their eyes held, a connection forming between them that went beyond the snowball fight and the jesting banter.

As they sipped their hot chocolate, the tension that had been present earlier transformed into a different kind of energy—an intimacy forged in the simple act of caring for one another. Caius watched as (Y/N)'s expression softened further, the lines of her face relaxing in the flickering firelight.

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the warmth of the kitchen and the shared understanding between them, Caius and (Y/N) found themselves in a space that was both familiar and yet unexplored—a space where vulnerability and camaraderie intertwined, leaving an indelible mark on their connection.

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supercalifragipopculturevomit · 7 months

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Pick Your Favorite Sad Boi, Daniel Brühl Edition:

Nikolas Koll, Der Pakt - Wenn Kinder Töten (1996)

Checo, Paradise Mall / Schlaraffenland (1999)

Markus Baasweiler, Schule (2000)

Marek, Honolulu (2001)

Daniel, No Regrets / Nichts Bereuen (2001)

Marko Stemper, Elephant Heart / Elefantenherz (2002)

Arbo, Vaya Con Dios (2002)

Alexander Kerner, Good Bye, Lenin! (2003)

Paul Krantz, Love in Thoughts / Was nützt die Liebe in Gedanken (2004)

Jan, The Edukators / Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei (2004)

Andrea Marowski, Ladies in Lavender (2004)

Karl, A Friend of Mine (2006)

Tonda, Krabat (2008)

Dirk, All Together (2011)

Dr. Georg Rosen, John Rabe (2009)

Hans Krämer, The Coming Days / Die kommenden Tage (2010)

Álex Garel, Eva (2011)

Niki Lauda, Rush (2013)

Daniel Domscheit-Berg, The Fifth Estate (2013)

Thomas Lang, The Face of an Angel (2014)

Daniel, Colonia (2015)

Sebastian Zöllner, Me and Kaminski (2015)

Tony Balerdi, Burnt (2015)

Escherich, Alone in Berlin (2016)

Helmut Zemo, Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, The Alienist (2018 - 2020)

Ernst Schmidt, The Cloverfield Paradox (2018)

Thomas Fischer, My Zoe (2019)

Daniel Weltz, Next Door / Nebenan (2021)

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bigfan-fanfic · 1 year

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Yellow Light, Blue Light (Male!Reader x Connor DBH)

so, there's barely any connor (dbh) content, so what abt an scenario where connor waits for his boyfriend to come for work and they both live with hank and sumo? i mean like since connor started to feel love he gets so excited when seeing his boyfriend coming back with new things to show him and the three of them + sumo eat dinner together like a family (it sounds so wholesome 😭💞)

Nobody would ever be able to make him admit it, but Hank would've been lonely without Connor around.

So at the terse point where Markus' revolution created a new way of life in Detroit and across the United States, Hank very casually offers that Connor stay with him.

Their relationship often fluctuates confusingly, as Hank sometimes does feel like he takes on a fatherly role to Connor, especially in dealing with emotions now that he's accepted that he's a living being

But then they become more mentor and protegee at times, and then there's the most often state where they're very close friends and the one of the only men robots people Hank currently feels okay with hugging.

Yeah, the bucket of bolts is a hugger and now that Hank can't pretend androids aren't alive anymore he doesn't have the heart to push Connor away when the man hugs him.

It's also a little confusing for Hank because Connor doesn't particularly mind whatever terminology he uses, while other androids with their new autonomy still argue about whether "man/woman" or "human beings" are desirable and acceptable terms or microaggression or outright hate speech in reference to them.

In any case, it comes as a surprise to Hank when things go back to his comfort zone and Connor asks him about very familiar emotions.

It's immediately clear to Hank that Connor is experiencing love for the first time, and when Connor asks if he might need repairs (despite several diagnostics coming up with no problem), Hank practically needs to go to the hospital for a collapsed lung from laughing so hard.

Hank doesn't quite understand what a human-android relationship would entail - he still hasn't had the courage to ask if Connor's like a Ken doll down there, and he doesn't know he really wants to know.

But Connor seems fulfilled, and happy. In his weird analytical Connor way. And it makes Hank happy, in his own grumpy way, that Connor keeps asking him for advice, for help.

Hank isn't really sure how it ended up that Connor's boyfriend started living with them, but honestly he doesn't really mind. It's... nice to have another human in the house, and to feel the house being alive.

And to have someone else to walk Sumo when he feels lazy.

It's also kind of adorable to see Connor on the back foot scrambling around to make food for when his boyfriend gets home from work on their anniversary of moving in together.

"Connor. Con- Con! You don't need to measure the salt out to a grain. Jesus, Connor, don't give me the puppy eyes - I'll back off. Just... calm down a little."

He's a little surprised when he opens the door (Connor's dealing with the food) and you hug him. He's even more surprised that he doesn't mind.

Hank always gets a kick out of seeing just how much Sumo gets excited when Connor's boyfriend gets home - almost as excited as Connor does.

Connor acts all casual about making dinner, letting you unwind and relax and pretending like he wasn't just measuring every ingredient out to the gram.

Hank good-naturedly ribs you both about being so affectionate, playfully accusing you two of practically sitting in each other's laps at the dinner table.

Connor smirks - full on smirks and just says "Well, Hank, since I don't need to eat, shouldn't I have something to do with my hands?" and Hank chokes on his food and laughs and bares his teeth in a grin as he calls Connor a sick little bastard and it's mean words but the intent is fun and you all laugh together.

It's interesting - Hank notices how Connor sometimes acts more 'human', and sometimes doesn't do those mannerisms programmed into him by Cyberlife, like imitating breathing or blinking. It makes Hank a little proud, even more than the uneasiness. It doesn't make him less of a person, just... different.

And seeing you love him anyway. Hell, seeing Connor love you back, clearly and obviously - Hank can't help but smile and needs to listen to some metal in order to get his head back on track.

Besides, Connor's boyfriend is a pretty cool guy - he's helpful even if Connor generally insists on doing the chores because he doesn't need to sleep, and he even likes to introduce things to Hank as well as Connor.

They feel like a family. A weird, silly, neurotic family, but family all the same.

#male reader #dbh connor x male reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh x male reader #dbh x reader #dbh headcanons #headcanons

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senorpugbean · 4 months

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Kara with the other babies

Hi guys happy new year :) this is the last post for 2023 and I hope 2024 doesn't make me kms 😍

Kara and Markus were inspired by the fact they have the same bird appear in their story lmfao and just their chemistry tbh 😭

Kara and Rose because I love them both :( I literally fall in love with any woman I see

Kara + Alice and Connor because I wanted to include him in the set :) because it would be mean if I didn't lmao 😭 I wanted to try something different with them, it went out alright (also hunter versus prey dynamic 👀) I like the way Con's hair turned tbh 😭

Some silly dbh stuff coming next year btw :3

Happy new year ‼️‼️

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh markus #dbh kara #dbh connor #dbh rose chapman #dbh alice #detroit become human fanart #dbh fanart #kara ax400 #markus rk200 #connor rk800 #rose chapman #alice yk500 #art tag

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unpoorno · 5 months

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Little Caprice

Little Caprice, pseudonimo di Markéta Štroblová (Brno, 26 ottobre 1988), è un'attrice pornografica della repubblica ceca.

ha studiato come nutrizionista ed ha lavorato nell industria alimentare e nel settore alberghiero.

Nel 2008 ha iniziato a lavorare nella pornografia introdotta dal suo ragazzo di allora, che lavorava nel settore con l'agenzia Teenharbour Non volendosi esibire con il suo vero nome, ha scelto come pseudonimo Caprice per l'originalità mentre Little perché sembrava più giovane della sua età.

Delusa dal lavoro e dalle persone con cui era venuta in contatto si era ritirata ed aveva svolto per un certo periodo l'attività di cameriera, salvo poi ritornare in attività dopo un breve tempo, lavorando questa volta soprattutto col sito MetArt. Nel 2011 ha sofferto di una grave insufficienza renale, che l'ha costretta ad un ricovero ospedaliero, ma da cui è completamente guarita. Ha tatuato un gatto sulla caviglia sinistra.

Nel 2020 ha vinto il suo primo premio AVN Award for Female Foreign Performer of the Year vincendone altri 5 nei successivi tre anni. Con 3 riconoscimenti come AVN Award for Female Foreign Performer of the Year ha eguagliato il record di vittorie alla pari delle college Katsuni e Anissa Kate.

È sposata con il collega austriaco Markus Schlögl, noto con lo pseudonimo di Marcello Bravo

#LittleCaprice

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daisymylove · 7 months

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Sword catcher spoilers, speculations and theories about "Ragpicker King" and some ramblings ahead, proceed at your own discretion.

So I'm 90% sure Vienne is alive and we will find it out when lin comes to the palace to treat her

She has an official art and there was a whole snippet about her, I don't see the point of making all that fuss about a character that was going to have three interactions with Kel (speaking of which, I kind of shipped them even tho I know ana will be his end game 👉🏻👈🏻 am I the only one?), kill some random guys and bite the dust. On top of that her arc was about to get so interesting. She is a trained assassin, oath bound to protect this little girl, whom she loves deeply, until she dies, but then her charge was murdered, and her life's mission came crashing down on her. The angst, the potential.Her dying would be a huge waste.

I don't question Jolivet's loyalty, at least not now, but Markus is not a mentally stable person (btw whats up with him? does anyone have a theory?).I think he lied she was dead bc markus may have killed her otherwise and, as dangerous as she is, Vienne may be more useful to them alive than dead with the possibility of a war looming over.I also don't discard the possibility that he may have personal ties to vienne and/or her family. The whole covering her with his cape could have been a show of respect for the black guard if she's really dead, like kel thought, but compounding with the fact that, even tho she charged on conor, jolivet did nothing to either stop or harm her, it struck me as oddly affectionate. Anyone can correct me if im wrong, but I dont remember kel mentioning anything about an accent, which makes me assume she speaks their language on a native level, so there's that

One thing I didn't like was that this trained bad ass assassin was completely unarmed during such an important event.Kel is always armed, even when impersonating conor he had a dagger on his person. Granted, it's easier to conceal weapons on male attire, but it would've been more realistic if she'd had at least one dagger, had been forced to use it and thus was left unarmed. Its not enough to tackle all those guys, as kel himself thought, but she wouldn't have been helpless.

I'm also 90% sure Lin and conor are going to have sex on a beach, I'm willing to bet money on it.I've read way too many books by Cc to not recognize her foreshadowing. Besides, she's fond of writing sex scenes on peculiar locations.

The "yes I'm the goddess come back" may have been scheming on Lin's part (loved that btw) but I'm sure she actually is the goddess come back. She will also be queen, as the prophecy foretells. Charlon saying to luisa "dance for your future court", but Lin ending up being the one to actually dance also reeks of foreshadow.

Now to the ragpicker king, we know almost nothing about andreyen and I have a lot of speculations. First I thought he was the Makabi, what about the ragpicker being a figure that has always existed in Castellane, his symbol being a bird and his having a bowl that allegedly belongs to makabi's lineage. But when he said ragpicker king is a title, which he inherited from another, I put it in the back burner (it hasn't been discarded tho, im not discarding anything for now and he would hardly tell kel "yo I'm this immortal entity and have been forging my death over and over for centuries" if that were the case) in favour of thinking he's the Maharam's exiled son. He's the right age and it makes sense for a boy that has been shunned by everyone and left to fend for himself to turn to crime.

What has been nagging at me, on the other hand, is that he matches Lin's vision of Suleman from her dreams. Pale, tall, handsome, long black hair and when his eyes were going to be described the dream was conveniently interrupted. I'm not saying he is suleman for sure, idk how that would work in practical terms -- is he an immortal and suleman never actually died at the sundering? unlikely, considering Lins dream and how vivid it was. Is he a reincarnation? Under that line of thinking he could be both the exiled boy AND suleman on a single person -- and he could have no relation to him whatsoever, the physical resemblance being just a coincidence (but really?) and I'm just crazy.His interest in the stone and magic in general checks out for both suleman and exiled son, so it isn't really an indicator.

I rather liked andreyen, merren and Ji an, tho, I really don't want him to be the bad guy, but as previously said I'm not discarding anything.It seems pretty obvious to me that he wants to use lin and her abilities in some way, much like he has a use for kel, but that doesn't necessarily mean he has nefarious goals or anything

I think Anjelica, Aimada, the malgasi princess whose name I don't remember now and the prince with the huge bank account will make appearances, they have been mentioned way too much to not feature at all

and what was that dream kel had with fire and phoenixes? There's something there, I can feel it

anyway, that's what I have so far

as a side note, I'm a bit drunk and haven't proofread this properly (i never do when writing on this blog tho, sorry lol), hope its coherent enough

#sword catcher spoilers #sword catcher #kel saren #lin carter #the ragpicker king #conor aurelian #kang ji an #merren asper #vienne d'este

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skippyv20 · 10 months

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A picture & a thousand words.

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here not wanting to preach to the choir but I am just amazed people still wear their rose-tinted glasses regarding the Harkle’s claim they have two kids. It’s understandable how much people love the idea of children arriving, making it hard to accept that con artists play on those emotions. After so much “fakency” from a narc/grifter who will do anything…anything…to get her way, this is my attempt to regurgitate their deceptive behavior once again for clarity for those still questioning. For years, those of us here have been carefully observing, discussing and fact checking. As the old saying goes, “A picture is worth a thousand words.” That is why I share my efforts in art class sparing us of so many words over the falls.

We knew she was trouble when she arrived on the royal stage but she stepped up her con game on Eugenie’s wedding day, Oct 12, 2018. To steal the spotlight, Megnuts unbuttoned her coat (big white buttons on navy no less) just enough while looking ecstatic…the press bit and she got the headlines announcing she was pregnant. The York’s were furious with this ploy on their special day. Megnut could have picked any date to start this baby ball rolling but couldn’t resist doing it standing on the steps next to HMTQ with worldwide press feeding her headline/press addiction.

For the next 7+ months she paraded around holding her stomach, never letting anyone forget the storyline she was curating. She was terrible at using the moon bump apparatus: making it too big or small for her timeline-sometimes all on the same day; too square; too mushy; falling down to her knees one time; so loose it slid side to side when she walked, and it even made weird belches when she crouched down and then popped up releasing the air. Can you imagine standing next to her with all of this going on? Don’t forget she loved to flick her coats for the cameras to show off her creation of the day! She went to an event, supposedly 8.5 months pregnant, wearing high heels, no swelling in her feet or legs, able to squat down, crushing her stomach while laying flowers on the memorial and then popping up as if she was a cheerleader!

She flew to a country where there was Zika while supposedly pregnant after being told not to go. She flew to NYC for her obnoxiously expensive, talked about, fake baby shower at 7.5 months. On arrival at the hotel, she got out of a car so huge she almost lifted off the ground like a balloon and then in photos taken inside the most expensive suite in the city, she is seen looking normal, jammed on a coach with others…hmmm…what were her famous guests thinking? They were probably not happy being complicit with her schemes. One night she even went “out on the town” NOT wearing her moon bump, looking right past the press, smiling on the arm of Markus Anderson.

The insane lies about the night she gave birth just got bigger and better described by Harry in their Netflix show. The hospital Megnut said she gave birth in, told the press they had not been there that night. The MD she said delivered Farchie denied her as a patient and was even out of town that night. There was no official royal announcement signed by attending doctors, just something she printed up. That day, Harry talked to the press at the stable with horses whinnying, saying something about how much the kid had changed a lot in 2 weeks.

No one was allowed to help her care for a new infant, kept hidden in a private baby’s room she and Dorita guarded. Hired staff who tried to do their job, left or were fired within days. She claimed mega stars dropped by Frogmore Cottage to visit, bringing baby gifts but they usually came forward saying “not true” or it was easy enough to verify where they actually were by reading the news. They had to produce an infant for the press and orchestrated a photo op/introduction at the palace. Like a set for a TV show, she strutted out in heels, wearing a huge moon bump, strung up so high in an odd position, as if this was her post-birth body…once again totally clueless. If you watch the video of this highly orchestrated performance on mute, their body language screams lying. After carefully holding a motionless “infant” Harry, all of a sudden, as if practiced and on cue, moves his left hand to the upper chest area and starts pressing down hard with his thumb, to the point it turned white! That would make any little baby squirm with a startled wail but nothing happened.

It turns out that is the location in “reborn” dolls for the button that starts the battery-operated movements. As usual, this duo flunked baby doll mechanics. You can go to sites for these amazing dolls, to see just how it all works. The artists who paint them make beautiful babies that look life-like in every conceivable combination. At this event, the press was cordoned off, far back in a huge empty hall and questions were kept to a minimum. Megnut looked flustered it didn’t work, and quickly ended the session, pulling Harry to turn around and leave mid-sentence. It is all there to study lasting about 3 minutes. Fascinating how calculated her facial expressions, hair flicking and nervous laughter was.

Megnut is obsessed with Harry’s brother and sister-in-law. While at their house, she was even caught taking photos of Prince George by Catherine who found them in another room. The reason they named their invisible son Archie is because that was the code name for Prince George used by his guards which got out when the youngster innocently told a neighbor what they call him. Megnut will steal anything to use for her own good which is typical narcissist behavior. She has been diagnosed by some medical press as a malignant narcissist.

The fake baptism on July 6th, was a day filled with huge mistakes including the missing clergy. The photoshopped images that were splashed worldwide were massively manipulated. There are computer programs that show where lines have been changed, including items in the room. People in the photo were all plugged into position out of proportion…too much to mention here but it was very analyzed and discussed. We did get a picture of a baby’s bare feet with Diana’s favorite flowers at one point.

At a polo match that Harry was playing in that summer, Megnut was supposed to stay home. She heard that one of Harry’s old flames was in attendance and drove herself there wearing a huge dark green tent dress. She produced and held, for all to see, a doll that never moved or cried for hours, with its face pressed against her chest in sweltering temps. She never used a stroller or sat in the car; did not have a hat or baby bag with needed items; did not give it formula or change a diaper or let anyone else touch it, parading up and down the sidelines trying to act like she was a natural mother. Instead, the faces of those near her show utter disbelief.

She flew solo to NYC to watch the United States Tennis Open which is held in early Sept…leaving her invisible 4-month-old infant at home that she claimed she was breast feeding. In all of the photos of her watching Serena Williams in the family seats…she did not look like a worried mother separated while expressing milk to take back. What we did observe were her raw, red knees and her button-up denim dress as she flashed Serena’s husband while seated. She looked very “dusty”, acting manic, talking to no one while watching the match. The William’s family ignored her after begging her to not attend, possibly causing bad luck for Serena, who did lose again.

This just takes us up to the 1st 4 months of their lies with Farchie! There was this whole unveiling of Archie in Africa with Desmond Tutu, which was like a United Nations event, using a darling baby actor it seems. The invisible child was seen once on Vancouver Island with her on a walk on a wooded path with a dog and guards. The doll was dangling from a harness like Captain Ahab on the whale Moby Dick. At Perry’s house in LA and then in Montecito strange fuzzy photo-chopped images that didn’t look like the same child were offered up to the press now and then.

The second fake birth story includes doctors she claimed to use in Santa Barbara who actually shut down their well-known clinic within weeks of her statement. Like before there was no official birth certificate. Again, for a name, they stole another family member’s nickname-this time the Queen’s, calling her Lilibet which shocked the world with its contempt. A very edited family holiday card was presented using imagery patched together like a quilt. This modus operandi continues.

Royal offspring must be born of the body with official doctors attending. It seems the royal family has put “extensions on their blinders” hoping this mess will just go away. Perhaps now they feel they have distanced themselves enough and like Pontius Pilate, KCIII has washed his hands of this dilemma. Unfortunately, the public likes honesty in their leaders. The truth will out and there will be hell to pay.

Thank you Pilgrim! Excellent post….you hit every mark!!!!!❤️

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