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In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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About a year ago, I wrote this:
Heirloom Tomatoes
🌸{A Pink Necromancer Poem, featuring The Dangerous Vegetables} 🦄🌸
The story you are about to read now is its prequel.
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
What is the series about?
It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
A Map Worth More Than Gold
BoomFuzzy was being an arse.
As usual.
Quaraun clenched his jaw, glaring at his husband out of the corner of his eye. The Phooka sat beside him, slouched comfortably in the tavern booth, noisily sucking soda through a straw.
He wasn’t just drinking —no.
He was sucking as loudly as possible. The grating noise of a straw in an empty glass, unable to catch the last drop of liquid.
Except BoomFuzzy was not trying to catch the last drop of soda.
No. He was just trying to make as much noise as possible to see how long it would take to break the poetry writing Moon Elf sitting beside him.
Each long, loud, sound was deliberate. A long, slow, wet slurp, the straw positioned obnoxiously close to Quaraun’s pointed ear, as BoomFuzzy held the glass close to Quaraun’s face.
Slurp.
Quaraun’s eye twitched.
Slurp.
He tightened his grip on his quill, trying to focus on his writing.
Slurp.
BoomFuzzy grinned, the mischievous glint in his eyes magnified by his cybertech goggles. He adjusted his grip on the glass, shifting it even closer.
Slllllurp.
Quaraun set his quill down, carefully, delicately, deliberately. He folded his hands in his lap, exhaling a slow, measured breath. He would not stab BoomFuzzy in the hand with the quill, he silently told himself. He would not dump hot tea on his smug, giggling face. He would —
SLLLLLLLLLLURP.
“WILL YOU STOP THAT!”
BoomFuzzy stuck a second straw in the glass.
SLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUURP.
SLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUURP.
“UNICORN!” Quaraun lept from his seat waving his Rainbow Wand at his Fae husband’s nose. “IF YOU DON’T STAOP THAT — “
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, you used a contraction,” BoomFuzzy said wagging his finger.
Just then the front door of the tavern opened, letting in a blistering gush of icy wind. A chair scraped loudly across the floor. Heavy hooves clunked against wood.
GhoulSpawn crashed into the booth like a runaway freight train, sliding across the seat and colliding into Quaraun, knocking the Elf back in his seat, slamming him up precariously against BoomFuzzy. The Elf yelped, squished between his two lovers as GhoulSpawn huffed and shoved a crumpled paper onto the table.
SLLLLLLLLLLURP.
“STOP IT!”
“Ah! What ya saying is I need another straw!”
“THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID!”
“I got a treasure map!” GhoulSpawn interrupted.
“You got what?" Quaraun shifted his attention to GhoulSpawn, as he struggled to adjust his robes, now crushed between two bodies.
“Treasure map!” GhoulSpawn beamed, golden fleece bristling with excitement. “These guys were gonna go find the stash, so I, uh… borrowed it.”
“Ye stole it,” BoomFuzzy corrected, slurping loudly through three straws now.
SLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUURP.
SLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUURP.
SLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUURP.
GhoulSpawn ignored him, jabbing a clawed finger at the map.
“It’s real! It’s marked with coordinates, and see this? It’s leading to a hidden vault!”
Quaraun smoothed out the paper, reading the faded ink carefully. Quaraun leaned in, pointing at a scribbled note.
“Heirloom tomato seeds.”
GhoulSpawn blinked.
“Huh?”
“This is not gold, Glinta. It is a stash of heirloom tomato seeds.”
“Oh.” GhoulSpawn deflated. “So, it’s not a treasure map?”
“Oh the contrary, Lad,” BoomFuzzy said grinning. “It a very good treasure.”
“It is?”
“Aye.” BoomFuzzy, finally setting down his soda, snatched the map away from Quaraun and squinted at it through his goggles. “Eh… can’t read it.”
Quaraun yanked it back.
“You cannot read.”
“Aye, that’s what I just said.” BoomFuzzy smirked, shoving his soda aside and rubbing his hands together.
“So, I did good?” GhoulSpawn asked.
“Aye, Laddie! Ya keep thinking with ya 20th century brain. Ya forget ya in our 40th century now. Ice covers the world. Food is scarce. Heirloom tomatoes are rare. A cache of seeds is worth more than gold.”
GhoulSpawn fidgeted.
“So… when are we going?”
“Are we?” Quaraun asked, eyeing the map with skepticism.
“Aye,” BoomFuzzy answered. “We is going. Get the camp packed up we can head out tonight.”
Quaraun sighed, folding the map, then unfolding it again.
“I suppose we are going treasure hunting, then.”
BoomFuzzy grinned wider, reaching for his glass again. Quaraun smacked his arm before he could start slurping anew.
“Enough with the damned slurping.”
The three of them ordered supper, the map spread between them, plotting their next move.
Part 2:
Heirloom Tomatoes
🌸{A Pink Necromancer Poem, featuring The Dangerous Vegetables} 🦄🌸
More Quaraun:
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here These Stories are cross published on: You can find even more about Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations: | Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | Blogger | DeviantArt | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | FictionPress | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | Notd | OnlyFans | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter-X | Vocal | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |Copyright © [oldest articles written 1978],[website founded - 1996] – |
f you are here looking for aliens, ufos, demons, cryptids, haunted cars, curses, Etiole, the wild man of old orchard beach, the goldeneagle car, the white monkey, or any of that other weird bullshit, you want this video:
...and after that video, you want these ones:
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If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:
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My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.
As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.
There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.
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The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Do you know who this woman is?
On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.
She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.
The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. |
The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
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If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?
Video explains what else she's done ...
If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
(NOTE: a $5 or $15 per month paid subscription required to access stories on Medium)
On Vocal:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal
On Notd:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd
On OnlyFans:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans
(NOTE: a $4.99 per month paid subscription required to access stories on OnlyFans)
Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:
An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress
Pink Necromancer Merch: On Zazzle:
Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle