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🌸🦄🌸 The following story is part of a long running Furry Yaoi MPreg Fiction series 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. 🌸🦄🌸
It features a transman main character who is an often pregnant megalomaniac supervillain necromancer, married to an unhinged Faerie King.
This series was started September 23, 1978, and now spans 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, and 3,000+ short stories. it celebrates it’s 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of it’s very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane — A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction
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- A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub 🌸🦄🌸 (Part 3 of a 4 Part set)
A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub 🌸🦄🌸
🌸🦄🌸 (Part 3 of a 4 Part set)
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
LGBTQAI+ FICTION | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane | TransMan Main Character
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Domestic Lives of Dangerous Faeries - LGBTQAI+ Queer MPreg Cozy Fantasy Fiction w a F2M Elf Wizard, a Gay Faerie Chef, & a BiSexual Demon Time Traveller, Free To Read Online
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 megalomaniac super villain bumbling wizards, and their ship's crew (The UnSeelie Court) with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, started a zombie apocalypse, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but are 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 ever 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.
Seen in image:
- IMAGE 1: The Pink Necromancer, Thullid Infested Moon Elf silk weaver, travelling merchant, & Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court: Quaraun Swanzen on Noodle Beach. With his unhinged temper, his 12 foot long prehensile, venomous jellyfish tentacle hair, his deadly laser wand, and his inability to stay sober long enough to cast a spell properly, he is the most feared being in the known universe. Quaraun is literally a Space JellyFish (A Thullid) whom has taken control of the corpse of a dead Elf.
In the year 2525, a comet struck the Moon. Now, in 40th century Maine, Earth is frozen, the Moon is fractured, and UnDead Lobsters are a serious problem. And then there's Quaraun: The Pink Necromancer. Most feared super villain on Earth. Possibly the galaxy. Maybe ever. But all he wants is tea, silk embroidery, and a calm evening in his lighthouse.
- IMAGE 2: Master Chef Phooka turned Lich King of The UnSeelie Court: King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. He is king of the entire fucking planet. Defy him and he'll serve you as the main course of the next UnSeelie Court feast. The world's only known Unicorn, in his true form he is a tiny lilac coloured Shetland Pony with a gleaming silver horn. In his Lich form he is a blue crystal skeleton of a Friesian stallion.
BoomFuzzy, the Unicorn Lich King of the UnSeelie Court, is Quaraun's dead husband. Technically dead. Officially terrifying. Unofficially the best baker left in the apocalypse.
- IMAGE 3: The Satyr-like, mad scientist Sheep Demon: Gremorse Liore aka GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. He is Quaraun's apprentice, and fast becoming the most powerful wizard in the universe.
GhoulSpawn, their brilliant, baffled companion, fell through time from 1978 and never found the way home. Now he juggles tech repairs, running from zombies, and being madly in love with the two most dangerous men of the apocalypse.
- Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
- Not seen here: Toobe: a deceptively innocent looking tiny flying silver metal orb that hoovers around GhoulSpawn, giving science reports and scanning for dangers, Toobe is a sadistically insane sentient AI from thirteen thousand years in the future, who is the real brains behind the plot of global domination.
A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub 🌸🦄🌸
The lighthouse stood tall, a solitary sentinel on the edge of the icy world, its pale light casting long shadows across the snow-blanketed landscape. Inside, the air was warm, filled with the heady fragrance of roses, the soft glow of candles reflecting off the gleaming brass fixtures and casting gentle light on the delicate floral wallpaper.
In the small, cozy bathroom, Quaraun lay back in a clawfoot bathtub, his thin, frail body almost hidden beneath a blanket of bubbles.
The water was warm, perfumed with rose petals, and his silver hair, usually cascading down his back, was piled atop his head in a loose, messy bun to keep it dry.
The faint scent of roses blended seamlessly with the briny tang of the sea breeze that drifted in through the slightly cracked window, carrying with it the soothing rhythm of the waves crashing against distant rocks.
The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun, its warmth filtering through the gauzy curtains that fluttered gently in the breeze.
It was a quiet moment, wrapped in tranquility, the air thick with the gentle hum of contentment.
Quaraun’s delicate, pale feet rested on the edge of the tub, the water beneath them steaming in languid spirals. The heat from the water wrapped around his body like a soft embrace, the heat from his skin merging with the comforting warmth that filled the air. His toes, long and elegant, twitched slightly with each tender stroke of BoomFuzzy’s hands.
The movement was fluid, slow, like a dance in the quiet of the room, and Quaraun couldn't help but relax further, sinking deeper into the calm, luxurious atmosphere that surrounded him.
BoomFuzzy sat on a small cushioned stool beside the tub, the dim light casting a soft shadow across his strong features. His taloned hands were precise, moving with careful grace, a stark contrast to the raw power they held. He held a soft-bristled brush in his hands, its wooden handle smooth with age, and as the brush whispered over Quaraun’s skin, a shiver of pleasure rippled through Quaraun’s body.
The bristles swept over the sensitive skin of his feet in slow, deliberate circles, their soft rasp almost a caress. The touch was so gentle, so intimate, that it felt like a dream—a dream where time was forgotten, where only the warmth of the water and the closeness between them mattered.
Quaraun sighed, a contented breath that seemed to fill the room, his eyes half-lidded in complete relaxation.
The rhythmic brushstrokes, the scent of the roses mixing with the salt of the sea, and the soft warmth of BoomFuzzy’s touch were all he needed in that moment.
It was a rare gift—a rare moment of peace that felt as though the chaotic world outside had been suspended, leaving them cocooned in their little sanctuary of warmth and affection.
“I love you,” Quaraun said.
“Yis a strange Elf,” BoomFuzzy replied.
“Why? Because I love you?”
“Aye.”
“What is strange about that?”
“I be a Phooka, Love. We eat Elves. Not only a Phooka, but The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. I eat more Elves then most.”
“But would not eat me.”
BoomFuzzy took hold of Quaraun’s delicate crippled hand.
“Ya could not stop me if I tried.”
“But you would never try.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am certain.”
“There once was an old Elf with crippled hands–I regret very deeply what I did to that Elf. It is the only reason I didnae eat ya in Ivujivik, the day yar hands were crippled. It was the sight of ya crippled hands that stopped me. I didnae love ya then.”
“But you love me now.”
“Aye. I love ya now.”
BoomFuzzy’s large, strong hands were the perfect balance of power and tenderness. Each movement was infused with a care and devotion that was palpable, his fingers working with the finesse of a lover’s caress. He set the brush aside, his movements seamless as he reached for a pumice stone, its cool, rough surface solid in his grasp.
As he ran the pumice stone along the bottom of Quaraun’s foot, the sensation was slightly abrasive, yet somehow soothing, as if each pass of the stone was erasing the wear and tear of the world from Quaraun’s skin.
Quaraun winced slightly at the roughness, but soon relaxed as BoomFuzzy adjusted his pressure, becoming more assured with each gentle stroke. The discomfort melted away, replaced by a deep, almost meditative calm.
“Ye’ve got such dainty feet, Love,” BoomFuzzy murmured, his voice a low, rumbling whisper, rich with affection and teasing. The Scottish lilt of his words curled around Quaraun like smoke, a warm embrace that wrapped around Quaraun’s heart. “Like they’ve never touched the ground.”
Quaraun’s lips curved into a soft smile, a faint chuckle escaping him, light and airy as though he were floating.
“I do prefer to be carried, you know. Walking is such a tiresome chore.”
“Aye, but ye’ve walked many a mile in those wee feet,” BoomFuzzy replied, his hands continuing their tender work with the pumice stone, his tone affectionate, almost playful. “Ye deserve to be pampered a bit.”
Quaraun arched an eyebrow, his body relaxed but his wit sharp as ever.
“Just a bit?” he teased, his voice soft, filled with a playful lilt that only BoomFuzzy seemed to coax out of him.
BoomFuzzy’s laughter rumbled low in his chest, filling the space between them with a warmth that mirrored the intimacy of their shared moment.
“Maybe more than a bit,” he replied, his voice softening as he set the pumice stone aside and reached for a thick, fluffy towel.
The towel was soft, plush, like a cloud, and Quaraun couldn’t help but shiver as it brushed against his skin.
BoomFuzzy’s hands, tender yet sure, wrapped the towel around Quaraun’s foot, patting it dry with meticulous care.
Each toe was treated with such attention, as though BoomFuzzy were cherishing every inch of Quaraun’s body, savoring the intimacy of the moment. The towel absorbed the last traces of the bathwater, leaving Quaraun’s skin warm and soft, a faint, lingering moisture clinging to the tips of his toes.
In the quiet of the room, with the soothing scent of roses and saltwater filling the air, they shared a moment that was theirs alone—a moment where time slowed, and all that mattered was the warmth between them, the tenderness of their touch, and the quiet love that bound them together.
No words were needed; everything that was said had already been spoken in the language of touch, of care, of devotion.
The world outside could wait.
For now, in the gentle embrace of BoomFuzzy’s affection, Quaraun was content.
As he worked, BoomFuzzy’s thoughts drifted to the week ahead, the tasks that lay before them, the journeys they would undertake. But in this moment, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the simple pleasure of caring for Quaraun, of giving him this small moment of comfort.
When both of Quaraun’s feet were dried, BoomFuzzy set the towel aside and reached for a small bottle of oil. The bottle was made of glass, the oil within a rich golden hue, infused with the scent of rose and sandalwood.
BoomFuzzy poured a small amount into his palm, warming it with the heat of his hands before he began to massage it into Quaraun’s feet.
The oil was smooth and slick, and BoomFuzzy’s fingers moved with practiced ease, kneading the tense muscles, pressing into the tender spots with just the right amount of pressure. BoomFuzzy sat on a small, cushioned stool beside the tub, his large, deadly sharp taloned hands moving with careful precision.
Quaraun let out a soft sigh, his body sinking even deeper into the water, his head lolling back against the edge of the tub.
BoomFuzzy worked in silence for a while, the only sound the faint crackle of the fire in the next room and the soft sloshing of the water as Quaraun shifted occasionally, the oil making his skin glow in the candlelight.
BoomFuzzy’s fingers slid between each toe, rubbing the oil in, ensuring that every inch of Quaraun’s feet was tended to with the utmost care.
Finally, BoomFuzzy spoke, his voice quiet, almost as if he were afraid to disturb the peace of the moment.
“We’ll be heading to the market in town tomorrow, aye?”
Quaraun hummed in agreement, his eyes still closed, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“Yes. I need to get some more silver needles. I’ve been meaning to start a new tapestry.”
“Needles it is then,” BoomFuzzy replied, his hands moving up to Quaraun’s ankles, massaging the tension out of the slender joints. “And I’ll be needing more herbs for the apothecary. We’re running low on a few things.”
Quaraun nodded, the movement slow and lazy, as if he were drifting on the edge of sleep.
“We should also check on the traps by the river, while we are out that way. I am hoping we caught some fish. Your grilled trout recipe is divine.”
“Aye, we’ll do that,” BoomFuzzy agreed, his voice a soothing murmur as he continued to work the rose oil into Quaraun’s skin, his hands gentle yet firm, coaxing the tension from Quaraun’s body.
The soft glow of candlelight danced on the walls, casting flickering shadows that mingled with the mist of steam rising from the warm water of the bathtub. The scent of rosewater filled the air, delicate and sweet, mingling with the faint hint of lilac from the candles. The room was wrapped in a tranquil warmth, as if the world outside had faded away, leaving only the two of them in this moment of quiet intimacy.
Quaraun leaned back against the porcelain edge of the tub, his fragile body relaxing into the water, the rose-scented liquid lapping gently against his skin. His eyes were closed, his long silvery hair floating around his shoulders like a veil of silk. He let out a soft sigh, a sound of relief, as BoomFuzzy's hands, warm and steady, worked the rose oil into his feet, the tender pressure of each stroke coaxing out the tension that had settled deep in Quaraun’s bones. The oil was cool at first, but the heat from BoomFuzzy’s touch soon warmed it, spreading a soothing comfort through Quaraun’s body.
BoomFuzzy's hands were strong yet gentle, his fingers gliding over Quaraun’s skin with a careful precision, as if he were not only bathing Quaraun, but also cherishing him. The soft, rhythmic strokes of BoomFuzzy’s hands sent waves of relaxation through Quaraun’s body, easing the stiffness in his muscles, lifting the weight of the world from his shoulders.
There was something deeply grounding about the way BoomFuzzy cared for him—something that made Quaraun feel cherished, as though the love they shared was woven into every touch, every word, every gesture.
As BoomFuzzy’s hands continued their work, Quaraun felt the weight of the day melt away, replaced by the gentle warmth of his lover’s presence. The air was thick with the scent of roses and the quiet hum of their shared connection.
The soft flicker of candlelight cast a golden halo around the room, painting everything in a soft, ethereal glow.
BoomFuzzy’s voice broke the stillness, low and teasing, a playful note in his tone.
“Ye know, Love, yer feet are so perfect, I might just take them to the ball,” he said with a grin, his eyes glinting with mischief as he carefully massaged the tender arches of Quaraun’s feet.
Quaraun’s lips quirked into a small smile, his eyes fluttering open to meet BoomFuzzy’s gaze. There was a softness in his gaze, a tenderness that mirrored the warmth that swirled between them.
“Why are you kissing my feet?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but the curiosity was tempered with affection.
BoomFuzzy looked up at him, his lips still brushing over the tips of Quaraun’s toes, each kiss gentle, lingering with the kind of devotion only they could share.
“Ye’ve got such lovely feet, Love. Thought I’d show ‘em a bit of respect,” he said, his voice a playful purr, though the sincerity in his eyes spoke volumes.
Each kiss was a promise, a silent affirmation of how deeply he adored Quaraun.
Quaraun’s breath caught in his chest, his heart swelling with warmth as he watched BoomFuzzy.
There was no rush, no pressure—just a quiet moment of intimacy where time seemed to slow, and the world outside became a distant memory.
“Thank you,” he whispered, the words almost a breath, but filled with a depth of gratitude. “You’re the best lover anyone could ever have. I love how much you love me.”
BoomFuzzy paused, lifting his head to meet Quaraun’s gaze, his eyes soft with affection, the depth of his love for Quaraun shining in them. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from Quaraun’s face, his touch tender.
“Anything for ye, Love,” he murmured, the words low and steady, a promise wrapped in every syllable.
In that quiet, intimate space, surrounded by the calming scent of roses and the soft glow of candlelight, they found peace in each other’s company. The world outside was harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the warmth of their shared love, nothing else mattered.
Quaraun let his eyes close again, his body relaxing into the tub, trusting in BoomFuzzy’s hands, in his love, in the promise of a shared life that felt endless, filled with quiet moments like this one. A rare, precious moment in a world filled with uncertainty and danger, a moment where they could simply be, together, in the warmth and comfort of their love.
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This story is part of a 4 part set. Here are the others: Or you can read them on Medium if you have a Medium account: Part 1 on Medium is here: A Solitary Black Sock 🌸🦄🌸 (Part 1 of a 3 Part set) or on Notd: A Solitary Black Sock — Notd.io Part 2 on Medium is here: Part 3 on Medium is here: or on OnlyFans: A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub — OnlyFans Part 4 is here: This story also appears in this book: |
The 2nd 500 Story Challenge: Story #050 OF 500 | This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry. (Known as The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane, formerly known as The Twighlight Manor Series). I have been writing & publishing it since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works.
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzyThe 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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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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🌸🦄🌸 This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry, that I have been writing & publishing since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works. 🌸🦄🌸
The series is a blend of the following genres, themes, and topics:
#OwnVoices - Gypsy Characters Written by Gypsy Author | 40th Century Dystopian Maine | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | Absinthe | Absurdist/Absurdism | Accidental Incantation | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Author is not White | Autistic Main Character | Autistic protagonist | Be Careful What You Say | Be Careful What You Wish For | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bisexual Relationships | Bizzarro | Black Characters | Blind Characters | Bumbling Wizards | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Ceremonial Magic | Character Studies | Character Study | Character-driven worldbuilding | Characters Are Not White | Comical Overreacting | Cosmic Horror | Counter Culture Lifestyle | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Cthulhu Mythos | Culinary Fiction | Cursed Magic Items | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Dark Romance | Deal with the Devil | Demonic Contracts | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Disguised as Male | Domestic Fiction | Driven to Suicide Themes | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Dystopian 40th Century Maine | Elderly Main Character | Eldritch Horror | Eldritch Horrors | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Evil Elves | Evil Faeries | Evil NonHuman Main Characters Gleefully Killing Humans | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Existentialism | Exotic Alien Planets | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | F2M Transgender MC | Faerie King | Faeries | Fairy Devilmother | Fairy Tales ReTold | Family Saga | Fantasy drug use | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Forgot About His Powers | Found Family | Frost Punk | FrostPunk | Furries | Furry Fiction | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Gay Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Gay Harem Romance | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Gay/M-M-M Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gets Easily Lost | Ghost Stories | Glass Canon Wizards | Gothic Horror | Gothic Literature | Gothic Romance | Green Fairy Wine | Grimmification | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Gypsy Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Gypsy Main Characters | Hand Wave Logic | Haunted Lighthouses | He's a Damsel In Distress | Homeless Main Characters | Hookah Smoking | Horned | Humanoid | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Ice Age Punk | Intersex Main Character | Intersex/Transgender Main Character | Interspecies Romance | Isekai | Jackass Genie | Jerkass | LGBTQAI+ Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | LGBTQAI+ Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | LGBTQAI+ Fiction | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Lich Lords | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Literal Genie | Literary Fiction | Little Bit Beastly | Lovecraftian Cultists | Lover's Triangles | LSD Use | Lythande FanFiction | Macabre | Mage Tower | Magic Items | Magical Homeless Person | Magical Realism | Magically-Binding Contract | Married Gay Couple | Melodrama | MerMen | Mini Story | Minor Injury Overreaction | Mix-and-Match Critters | MM Romance | MMM Romance (yes, M-M-M Romance, 3 Ms, not 2 - Poly Romance) | MMM Romance | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Nautical Fiction | Necromancers | Neurodivergent main character | New Weird | No Sense of Direction | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | One of the Primary Characters is the Ghost of a Suicide Victim and talks of his Suicide Often | Opium Use | Our Liches Are Different | Parallel Universe | Paranoid Fiction | Pastoral Fiction | Pastoral Poetry | Poke in the Third Eye | Poly Gay Romance | Poly Romance - Why Choose | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Powerful, but Incompetent | Prefers Going Barefoot | Prehensile Hair | Prehensile Tail | Psychological Melodrama | Queer Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Queer Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | Read the Fine Print | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Reverse Harem | Road Trip Fiction | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Self-Harm (Cutting, and deliberate drug overdose) | Shifter Romance | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Slipstream Fiction | Soap Opera | Sold His Soul for a Donut | Sometimes there is a fuckingly liberal use of the fucking word Fuck for no fucking reason other than to say fuck as many fucking times as fuckingly possible | Soul Contracts | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | Suicidally depressed characters | Suicide References | Super Villian MC | Superpower Lottery | SuperVillain PoV | Surrealism | Survivalism | Sweet Romance | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | The Bad Guy Wins | The Drifter | There is a thing in the series called The Alien Bible - it is the Christian Bible rewritten by aliens, some readers found this upsetting as well | There is a zombie apocalypse going on and lots of historical figures make cameo appearances as zombies, including Zombie Jesus - this seems to frequently upset readers so yeah here's a warning for that | Third-person limited | Thruple/Trio Relationships | Time Travel | Too Dumb to Live | Transgender Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Transgender Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | Transman MPreg Yaoi | Unmarried Live-In Lovers | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Vignette | Villain Main Characters | Voodoo Fiction | Walking the Earth | Wandering Wizard | Wasteful Wishing | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Whatevermancy Magic Systems | While there are no sex scenes, characters often talk of their sex lives in dialogue conversations and are known to use crude words when doing so | Why Choose - Poly Romance | World’s Strongest Man | Yaoi | Zombie Apocalypse | And probably more.
I don't exactly stick to one genre and I'm constantly experimenting with new genres and new writing styles. If you don't know the meanings of any of those genres, Google can help you, I should make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
- If you are unfamiliar with the definition of what any of those genres are, they are all listed on the Wikipedia website.
And this series heavily features/makes use of the following tropes:
- Accidental Incantation | Be Careful What You Say | Be Careful What You Wish For | Ceremonial Magic | Comical Overreacting | Deal with the Devil | Demonic Contracts | Demons | Disguised as Male | Driven to Suicide Themes | Eldritch Horrors | Evil Elves | Evil Faeries | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | F2M Transgender MC | Fairy Devilmother | Forgot About His Powers | Found Family | Furries | Gets Easily Lost | Grimmification | Hand Wave Logic | Haunted Lighthouses | Horned Humanoid | Jackass Genie | Jerkass | Literal Genie | Little Bit Beastly | Lovecraftian Cultists | Mage Tower | Magical Homeless Person | Magically-Binding Contract | MerMen | Minor Injury Overreaction | Mix-and-Match Critters | Necromancers | No Sense of Direction | Our Liches Are Different | Poke in the Third Eye | Powerful, but Incompetent | Prefers Going Barefoot | Prehensile Hair | Read the Fine Print | Sold His Soul for a Donut | Super Villian MC | Superpower Lottery | The Bad Guy Wins | The Drifter | Too Dumb to Live | UnSeelie Court | Walking the Earth | Wandering Wizard | Wasteful Wishing | Whatevermancy Magic Systems | World’s Strongest Man |
- If you are unfamiliar with the definition of what any of those tropes are, they are all listed on the Tv Tropes website.
🌸🦄🌸LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, regardless of what genre each individual story within it may be; meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, a lot of characters having existential crisis, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series, that focuses largely on three non-Human bumbling wizard super villains and their often ridiculous attempts to take over Humanity.
Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or usually just a single sliver of a single hour) in Quaraun's life.
This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.
*shrug*
I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.
Character driven fiction is highly uncommon in the fiction world, readers who are used to reading fast paced, plot driven stories WILL find their panties in a twist, if they never encountered slow moving, plotless fiction before.
This is Character driven Slice of Life fiction and does not follow the Western publishing norms of either plots or 3 act structures (beginning/middle/end).
I use the Japanese 4 act structure (aka kishōtenketsu - Introduction/Development/Twist/Conclusion), which does not start at the beginning and is left open ended without clear resolutions.
It's kind of a sometimes Cozy, sometimes semi-Erotic, sometimes borderline spatter punk gorn, usually deranged bickering lover's spat Fae-punk horror series about Quaraun, a fragile, volatile autistic necromancer, and his hypersexual undead pastry chef lover surviving a frozen post-apocalypse. An autistic necromancer battles inner chaos, eldritch threats, and love in this tender, darkly whimsical cozy fantasy on an ice age planet. A genderfluid Moon Elf necromancer and his undead Fae lover navigate grief, magic, and quiet apocalypse in a queer gothic fantasy world ruled by Fae. It's weird. Venomous jellyfish hair. Gingerbread swords. Sweet cuddles jutixpointed against fire, blood, magic, and venom. Undead lobsters. Undead moose. Psychotic evil Elves. Welcome to the gentle madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. A soft-spoken necromancer drifts through frozen forests, haunted kitchens, and forgotten spells in a quiet saga of grief, love, and magic. After the fall of the Human world, a fragile Elven mage clings to love and ritual in a world of snow, silence, undead moose, and pink silk curses. Fae-punk, cozy horror, autistic protagonist, queer necromancer, UnSeelie Court—Quaraun's magical survival story unfolds in icy solitude. Fucked-up sensuality with claws, in a world where roses bite and dust bunnies kill, Quaraun—the broken Elfin necromancer—shelters with his ghostly Fae lover and sentient kitchen. But raw, damaged, obsessed, unstable beings in a hostile world where civilization has been erased, not rebuilding. BoomFuzzy who kills over a miscooked mushroom and Quaraun who rants for 2 pages about the word 'insane' and why he isn't. All are domestic, darkly romantic, usually set in the lighthouse or food truck, from Quaraun’s POV. Quaraun is neurotic, obsessive, and overwhelmed. BoomFuzzy is lewd, sharp, dangerously charming 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
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