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🌸🦄🌸 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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- All the roads are gone {TW: Love fucking wins} A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
All the roads are gone
{TW: Love fucking wins}
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
SPOILER WARNING:
If you have never read it, but want to do so without spoilers, this story contains HUGE spoilers about the ending of the novel “BoomFuzzy”…
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.
All the roads are gone
All the roads are gone,
ashen winds carve frozen streets,
a world left to dust.
Ivujivik.
Quaraun had been born here.
Ivujivik, Quebec.
Quaraun’s birth place.
A small town. Not really a town. More of a village. Humans had built it centuries ago.
The northernmost town of Quebec, only a few miles south of Satan Claws’ gingerbread village. Originally, a whale and walrus hunting outpost, for oil production, centuries later turned into a science research outpost. Humans fled it centuries ago. Centuries after that, the Elves settled it and rebuilt it. But then the Elves died.
Now Quaraun was the last full blooded Elf left alive.
Humans were few and far between. Only seven million were left on the entire planet, mostly huddled in small groups of a dozen here, a dozen there, and hundreds of miles between each group.
All the roads are gone,
ashen winds carve frozen streets,
a world left to dust.
Quaraun stood in the center of the shattered Moon Elf village of Ivujivik, his fingers clenched tightly around the ivory quill that he had so carefully crafted, its tip now stained with ink of every colour he had in his collection.
His pink silk robe fluttered in the ashen wind that howled through the empty, lifeless streets.
He stared at the crumbling buildings that once housed people, families, dreams—now nothing but hollowed remnants, as though even time itself had fled in fear.
This was where BoomFuzzy had died.
This was where Quaraun became a necromancer.
This was where Quaraun resurrected BoomFuzzy as a Lich.
This was where Quaraun accidentally resurrected all dead things, starting the zombie plague.
This was ground zero for the beginning of the end.
The end, he himself had brought about.
All the roads were gone.
He let the words of his haiku hang in the air, the poetry wrapping around him like the subzero blistering cold.
His gaze drifted over the frost-covered remnants of what used to be a bustling village, now little more than a collection of rubble and frozen memories.
The streets, once lined with lively booths and shouts of vendors, now lay bare.
No footsteps echoed here.
No laughter, no cries of joy or anguish—nothing but the biting wind that twisted and whirled, tugging at his long, silver hair, his mechanical hands steady at his sides.
“Gone,” he whispered softly to himself. “Gone. All of it. All the roads... all the paths I knew... gone. They all vanished.”
His thoughts turned inward, memories fluttering by like shadows in a fog. His mind, still sharp despite the weight of his years and the trauma that had plagued him since the beginning of the end, could still remember what it had been like.
In his youth, he had walked down these streets countless times, alongside BoomFuzzy, his Unicorn, their laughter spilling from their lips like music. He remembered the feeling of fresh air in his lungs, the taste of food shared with strangers, the warmth of hands clasped in friendship.
Now, it was all dust.
The ash that had blanketed the world since the comet fractured the moon still lingered in the air, a constant reminder that the world they had once known was gone.
The wind had carried it all away, sweeping over mountains, across seas, and through cities.
No place had been spared.
Not even the roads.
They were gone, just like everything else.
Quaraun sat cross-legged on the snow in the middle of the road, which used to lead to his father’s palace. A huge ice fortress long ago crumbled to slush.
All the roads are gone,
ashen winds carve frozen streets,
a world left to dust.
His gold-plated prosthetic gloved fingers flexed involuntarily, the polished gold of his mechanical hands gleaming beneath the overcast sky.
“All roads are gone.”
It wasn’t just the physical roads.
No, it was the metaphorical ones, too—the paths that once seemed so clear. Hope had been one such road, something Quaraun had believed in even after everything.
But now?
Now, there was only the dust and the cold and the endless horizon that stretched out before him, infinite and void of purpose. The future was a fog, and Quaraun had lost his way.
But then, as if to answer his unspoken despair, the soft sound of a familiar voice reached his long pointed rabbity ears. It was the voice of BoomFuzzy, gentle but firm, cutting through the desolation.
“Ye’re thinkin' too much again, JellyBrain. Not good for ye, that.”
BoomFuzzy stepped into the clearing, his large, woolly dreadlocks a stark contrast against the backdrop of snow and ash. He stood beside Quaraun, his arm slipping around Quaraun’s shoulders with the ease of years of knowing each other’s every thought.
“Aye, the roads are gone. But ye’re still here, and I’m still here. And that’s more than enough, ya ken?”
Quaraun glanced up at him, his pale, troubled blue eyes searching the warmth in BoomFuzzy’s gaze. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a slight smile tugged at the corner of Quaraun’s lips.
The world was broken, yes.
Roads were gone.
But not everything had vanished.
He still had BoomFuzzy.
He had killed them all to bring BoomFuzzy back.
Every last Elf.
And nearly every last Human.
They had driven BoomFuzzy to suicide. And Quaraun had made them pay.
Every last one of them. Cursed forever to roam the earth.
Twenty one billion zombies.
His to command.
His to control.
His to punish for eternity for killing BoomFuzzy.
He had drained their souls and brought BoomFuzzy back.
And now, The Lich and the Necromancer lived for eternity, in this world of undeath they had created to punish those foolish enough to say two males could not marry.
The haters were dead.
The lovers survived.
And maybe that was enough.
“Perhaps,” Quaraun whispered. “Perhaps it is enough.”
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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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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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Currently Available on Amazon Kindle:
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
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And GumRoad:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
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An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
🌸🦄🌸 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:
40th Century Dystopian Maine | Absurdist | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Autistic protagonist | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bizzarro | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Character-driven worldbuilding | Character Study | Cosmic Horror | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Fiction | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Domestic Fiction | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | Evil Elves | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Exotic Alien Planets | Faerie King | Faeries | Family Saga | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Found Family | FrostPunk | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gothic Literature | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Main Characters | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Intersex Main Character | Isekai | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Magical Realism | Married Gay Couple | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Mini Story | MM Romance | MMM Romance | New Weird | Neurodivergent main character | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | Paranoid Fiction | Parallel Universe | Poly Gay Romance | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Soap Opera | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | SuperVillain PoV | Survivalism | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | Third-person limited | Time Travel | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Villain Main Characters | Vignette | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Why Choose - Poly Romance | 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 probably make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
🌸🦄🌸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 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
This page, including all art, photos, and text was written & created by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All Rights Reserved.