04/03/2026  "Outta Here, Packing Zee's Closet. See Ya, My Loser Brother Gage." Category: Blogging "Outta Here, Packing Zee's Closet.  See Ya, My Loser Brother Gage." Vincent was excited about Zee's idea of moving to the states.  New Orleans would be a great change for them.  Zee could be close to family.  Vince could finally shake his brother Gage off.  Gage and Vince never saw eye to eye on anything. In fact Vince despised the Black Kingdom.  He kept their home in the Realm Of Oblivion, so they could visit if he ever felt like it.  Gage pissed Vince off a long time ago, Vince never forgave him for what he did.  This move was going to be amazing to get the hell out of his brother Gage's rule. Fucking finally.  He and Zee would never have to bow down to the Royal Douchebag again. Vince was all alone, due to Zee being in New Orleans already.  He had to pack up the Castle, so they could have all of their belongings that were important, in their new home.  Ugh, he thought.  "I better start with Zaniyah's closet for fucks sake, I swear that woman has more clothes and shoes also purses I need to fucking pack. Fuck me!"  He looked in her closet then about shit himself.  "This will take an eternity. My god woman."  He laughed as he grabbed a box, then started packing up her shoes.  "Does Imelda Marcos live here?"   He said aloud as he continued with the massive collection. Vincent smirked as he looked at the purses.  He grabbed another box and made sure to wrap them all before boxing them.  "Man I Would get majorly bitch slapped if a Michael Kors bag got scratched, for fucks sake."  He packed them all wrapping every single one.  He was thankful she wasn't a bag collector, unlike the damned shoes.  Vince looked at her barrage of clothes, then sighed.  "Wow, This is going to take fucking forever.  She is one spoiled girl.  Well, What can I say, I buy her everything she likes."   He got wardrobe boxes out, then assembled them.  He placed all of her Tops and Jeans in clothing bags separately. Her dresses; shorts, skirts, tank tops and the rest of her garments in the bags.  The closet was completed.  Vincent turned around then saw the dressers.  "Fuck me, my kitty has a lot of shit.  Why in the fuck didn't I hire someone to pack up this shit?"  He said in a silly snotty voice mimicking a woman that was picky. "I can't, because mover's wouldn't know how to wrap a Versace Bag, For Fucks Sake."  He laughed.  "I love my kitten, so quit your bitching Vincent. She is worth all of this, and you know it." Opening up the drawers one by one, he wrapped the Victoria's Secret undergarments.  He smiled, cause he really loved to see her just in these.  In fact, he loved taking them off of Zee more.  Seeing her nakey was his favey.  Finally after many hours had passed, he was finished with her clothing.  "Damn, How long have I been doing this?"  He walked into their bathroom.  He packed up all of her makeup in a case.  Her perfumes he wrapped up good so they wouldn't break.  He placed them in a case as well.  Hair Products and Straighteners, Curling irons.  "Damn woman. you have more shit than Gage does.  And that is saying something. My damned loser Brother primps more than any chick does." He packed up his shit.  No wrapping, he just threw it into boxes.  "Hell that is what irons are for right?"  He couldn't give two shits how his stuff was packed.  He looked at his collection of Crowns.  "Umm.  Yeah.  Fuck NO, I aint taking this shit there.  Makes me look like a damned fag.  No way they can stay here.  Gage can trot around in these and look all faggy. Not me, No way.  I am going to love getting away from that loser.  He annoys me, for fucks sake."  He laughed as he left the Royal clothing and crowns behind.  "Buh Bye Brother of mine."  He sang a Beck song.  "You're a loser baby so why don't you kill me?" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgSPaXgAdzE&list=RDYgSPaXgAdzE&start_radio=1 11: PM 3 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 2 Kudos  Back to Blog List

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	Zaniyah Kaelin De Lioncourt | Hybrid | Triplet to Dev and Lae | E_L Vincent	Zee moved into his hug, eyes closed, loving every moment of him. “I missed you, too, babe” Zee didn’t pull away from him straight away. She let him hold her, let him ramble, let him vent all that pent-up irritation that had clearly been simmering for a while. Her fingers traced absent patterns against the back of his neck. She had missed him, missed this. But the moment he mentioned the piranha, she froze. “You did what??” She leaned back just enough to look at him properly, one brow lifting. There was a pause, where it almost looked like she might actually be upset. Then she exhaled through her nose, shaking her head slightly. “Vince...” she muttered, though there was a faint smirk tugging at her lips. Her hand came up, cupping his cheek briefly before she flicked his forehead deliberately. “That’s for killing Chomps”. She stepped out of his arms then, moving back into the room, her attention shifting as he continued talking about his brother, the court, the titles, all of it spilling out. Zee listened, really listened, even as she absentmindedly adjusted one of the garment bags he’d lined up. When he finished, she went quiet for a moment. “Good,” she said simply. She turned to face him fully now, arms crossing loosely. “Because I don’t want a prince. I didn’t fall for some title, or some polished version of you they parade around in those ridiculous outfits.” A small smirk flickered. “Honestly, half the time you look like you belong in a haunted museum exhibit.” She took a step closer again, fingers hooking lightly into his shirt “I want you. The one who swears too much, forgets to feed deadly fish, and somehow packs designer bags like he’s auditioning for a luxury boutique. And for the record… if anyone ever grabs your ass again without permission, and I don’t care if it is Martyn, they’re going to have a very bad time.” “As for New Orleans...I’ve started looking. Found a few places with enough space for my ‘too much shit’,” she air-quoted, “and your ego”. A faint grin appeared. “But there’s more of my ‘too much shit’. She sucked in her lips tightly before explaining. “So, I have clothes, no memories, yes memories, I’ve kept since the 1920s, babe, I mean not just clothes, a few pairs of shoes, boots, I mean the sixties was a complete buzz, maybe some more bags, you know. Oh, and photo albums, you know, for that trip down memory lane. Jewellery. Yes. But again, oh, and there’s a trinket box I kept from a nun in a convent where I stayed and her habit”. Zee laughed to herself. “I mean, I never wore her habit, I mean, maybe after you know... committing a sin, but hey, it was a bad time for me. Nobody’s perfect. Besides, she was mean and judgmental. But at least I was able to get the blood stains out. “ Zee looked at him, waiting for any sign of reaction from him, but continued to look at her hoard. “Wow, I didn’t even realise I had a second closet. Who knew? Over half of this stuff is going, new city, new beginning. I’ll sort through it”. She then finally looked at his belongings. “...so, you just chuck your stuff in boxes and carefully organise mine. I guess your clothes don’t have to look good when you already do”. Posted by Zaniyah Kaelin De Lioncourt | Hybrid | Triplet to Dev and Lae | E_L Vincent on Sun Apr 05, 2026, 19:04 [Reply to this]

	Crown Prince Vincent LeStat E+L Zee (Her Cookie Monster) (Realm of Oblivion) (BK BE)	"Outta Here, Packing Zee's Closet. See Ya, My Loser Brother Gage. Part 2" Vince was beyond surprised to see Zee standing in front of him. "Yeah babe, I did pack your stuff with love. That Michael Kors bag, I packed your matching wallet separate. When you go looking for it, it's there I promise. I would always take care of your things the way you do. Come her babe." He lovingly gave her a big hug then grabbed that luscious ass of hers. "I am so glad to see you I've missed you like cray cray. I've been stuck here dealing with my damned brother and his posh bullshit. I am so sick of his crap. Toodling around, like he is some kind of ladies man. Looks like a complete loser to me kitten. Look at whom has the lady and who doesn't. That Formal ball, he's holding, is going to flop. Just like his black tie masquerades. Jus saying." Vince was curious if Zee had found a house yet. One that could handle her massive closet, for fucks sake, that woman had more shit than a feed lot. Most of that was his fault though. He bought her so much shit. Anything this woman even looked at twice, she had gotten from him. To see her radiant smile and the excitement she showed when he got her something she had her eye on, was beyond worth it. He loved this woman, after all she was his kitten. Of course, he was going to spoil her rotten. "Oh babe, I have to admit something to you. I killed your Piranha. I forgot to feed the fucker. He was floating at the top of the tank. Poor fucker. I know how much you loved Chomps. I'll get you another one babe, just as soon as we get in the states. I'm so sorry. I Hope you aren't too upset with me." He pulled her into a big hug yet again. "Babe, I am so glad you are here. You can help me sort out your second closet. Babe, you have too much shit." He laughed. "Thankfully for you, I stocked up on tissue paper. I admit, I sort of looked gay, carrying all of that shit out of Party City. Some dude asked me, Hey Prince Vince, Are you getting prepared for the Pride parade, that that homo Martyn bitch, is having? I told him, Oh hell no! I'm packing my woman's clothes and her shit up. We're getting the fuck outta here and moving to the states. He gave me a fist bump, then walked off. I am going to be so glad to not get stereotyped in this kingdom anymore. My damned brother, and his gay friends, I swear. Babe, I don't have nothing with rump rangers. But Marytn and Blaine, scare the fuck out of me. I swear Martyn is always checking me out. Do you know that guy grabbed my ass one time then said, Prince Vince, you have a nice pooper. I was disgusted, I nearly threw up in my mouth, then I said Thanks Martyn, I guess." Looking in the room where his royal attire was. "I am so done with this Gage inspired artsy fartsy bullshit, Zee babe. Gage can have them, for all I care. I might get dressed up in them when we return for a visit. That is if we ever do. The public expects it, but I feel like such an ass jockey in them, to be honest. I don't care about this Prince bullshit either. I am second to the crown. Gage will never die. So what's the point of being Crown Prince? It is just some damned title, that the public and my idiot loser brother put on me. Frankly, I fucking hate it. I will be so glad to just be Vince, in New Orleans. Please don't call me that, even when you are pissed as fuck with me. I fucking hate it." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1RElSgD8uk&list=RDc1RElSgD8uk&start_radio=1 Posted by Crown Prince Vincent LeStat E+L Zee (Her Cookie Monster) (Realm of Oblivion) (BK BE) on Sun Apr 05, 2026, 08:04 [Reply to this]

	Zaniyah Kaelin De Lioncourt | Hybrid | Triplet to Dev and Lae | E_L Vincent	After their telephone call, Zee decided to surprise Vincent by returning to the Black Kingdom earlier than expected. She had already contacted a few real estate agents to find the perfect home for them both in New Orleans. But when she was asked whether they intended to start a family, Zee paused. She wasn’t sure for how long, but the estate agent’s reaction left her with an unnerving feeling. She brushed it off quickly, rolling the thought from her shoulders as she continued outlining exactly what she wanted. After dropping Lae back in New York, Zee set about surprising Vincent with her early return. Zee paused just inside the doorway, arms folding slowly as her eyes swept over the room. A soft chuckle slipped past her lips. "Wow, I can’t believe you actually managed to fight with my closet and win" She moved up behind him, wrapping her arms around him as she breathed in his scent, her voice brushing his ear in a quiet whisper. “Surprise.” Though it wouldn’t be much of one, he would have sensed her long before she stepped through the door. She blinked once, taking in the sight properly now. Tissue paper neatly tucked. Garment bags aligned instead of discarded. “…Okay,” she muttered under her breath, clearly not expecting this. Still, a smirk tugged at her lips as she stepped past Vince and further into her closet. She nudged a box lightly with her foot before crouching, lifting the lid just enough to peek inside. Her fingers brushed over the carefully wrapped contents as she inspected his work. “…You wrapped these?” she said, glancing up at him, “I’m actually impressed. Don’t get me wrong, I had no doubts about your packing skills, but the way you’ve packed my shoes, my bags...” She looked inside another box.” Hold on, you wrapped my Michael Kors bag? Wow. Honestly, babe, I would have just chucked everything in boxes and to hell with it. But you...”, her voice lowered. “Wow... just remind me to get you to gift wrap Christmas and birthday presents in the future”. She let out a small chuckle. “I fucking hate that job”. Zee rose slowly, her gaze dragging across the room again, taking in every detail, every sign of effort he’d clearly put in. She reached out, tugging lightly at his shirt, noticing his crowns that looked like they belonged in a museum for old farts. Zee couldn’t help but laugh at her own thoughts. “That’s a lot of effort just to get away from your brother.” Zee knew how much he hated his brother. She didn’t know the reason behind it, and nor did she ask him. If he wanted her to know, he would tell her. It wasn’t like she told Vincent everything about her past. But Zee was now looking forward to a future with her fiancé within the magical walls of New Orleans. Posted by Zaniyah Kaelin De Lioncourt | Hybrid | Triplet to Dev and Lae | E_L Vincent on Sat Apr 04, 2026, 10:04 [Reply to this]

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