Chaos in The Lighthouse - Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds
{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu}
{NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 26}

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 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.

• The Series Prologue  

• Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

Chaos in The Lighthouse - Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds
{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu}
{NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 26}

Screams rang through the lighthouse.

The howl of the wind outside the lighthouse mingled with Quaraun’s ragged screams. His slender frame convulsed as he clawed at his throat, his words tumbling in frantic, breathless bursts.

“I cannot breathe! I cannot breathe!” the Elf shrieked as he flung himself to the floor. “I need air.”

GhoulSpawn crouched beside him, wide-eyed and trembling, unsure whether to touch the Elf or keep his distance. Quaraun’s frantic thrashing might injure them both if mishandled. The Sheep Demon wrung his hands, his voice high-pitched and frantic.

“Quaraun! Listen to me! You are breathing. Focus! You’re — “

A shriek of rage cut him off.

Quaraun’s prehensile silver tentacle hair lashed out, grasping the nearest chair, hurling it across the room. The wood splintered on the floor, and before GhoulSpawn could react, the Elf seized another chair, dragging himself upright on shaking legs. His mechanical hands clutched the chair as if it were a lifeline, his face pale, blue eyes wide and wild.

With a guttural cry, Quaraun staggered toward the nearest window. The chair smashed through the glass, the sound of shattering shards drowned by the roaring wind that instantly tore through the room.

Papers, feathers, and silks swirled in chaotic spirals as the gale rushed in, tugging at everything not nailed down.

The towering lighthouse stood a hundred feet over the cliff, while the cliff stood another hundred feet over the raging sea. At this height the wind was a constant hurricane, and it was now rushing into the lighthouse taking with it everything in it’s path.

Like a jet plane ripped open in mid flight, the sudden release of pressure caused by the open window, sent everything small enough to fit out the hole, sucking out the window and drifting down into the raging North Atlantic Ocean hundreds of feet below.

The ocean below churned, its surface a shifting patchwork of charcoal grey swells capped with frothy white.

Quaraun’s trembling fingers traced the jagged shards of glass littering the windowsill. His gold-plated mechanical hands scraped against the fractured edges, a hollow metallic sound echoing in the gale.

Above, the sky mirrored the ocean’s charcoal grey fury, storm clouds merging into a suffocating ceiling.

The jagged wind bit through the lighthouse like knives, but Quaraun didn’t flinch. His jellyfish hair writhed, glowing faintly in the dim light, a contrast to the monochrome chaos.

Quaraun stood in the window screaming, as the wind lashed at his twelve foot long hair, sending it whipping wildly around the room.

“Quaraun! Stop! What are you doing?” GhoulSpawn shouted, his voice barely audible over the tempest.

He lunged forward, then hesitated, afraid to spook the already deranged Elf further. With Quaraun out of his head and standing on the windowsill, GhoulSpawn had the sudden worry the Elf might jump, and plummet to the jaggard rocks two hundred feet below the window.

From behind, BoomFuzzy appeared, his waist-long dreadlocks and tartan great kilt fluttering dramatically in the sudden draft. He surveyed the destruction with a delighted grin.

“Ah, Love’s finally learned tae loosen up! Good tae see ye havin’ a wee bit o’ fun for once!” BoomFuzzy crowed, clasping his hands in mock applause.

With each clap a glass oil lamp exploded.

“Fun?!” GhoulSpawn shrieked, pointing at the howling wind and flying debris. “He’s losing his mind! This is not fun! STOP SMASHING EVERYTHING!”

But BoomFuzzy wasn’t listening.

The ghostly Lich floated upward, his silver eyes glinting with mischief as he reached for a high window. With an elegant flourish, he grabbed another chair and hurled it through the pane. More glass shattered, and the wind surged harder, rattling the lighthouse’s ancient walls.

“BoomFuzzy, STOP!” GhoulSpawn hollered, flinging himself toward the Phooka. “You’re making it worse! Quaraun’s terrified, can’t you see that?”

“Terrified, is he?” BoomFuzzy tilted his head, floating lazily in midair. “Ah, but what better way tae cure fear than tae smash it tae bits?”

He twirled like a ballet dancer, hurling a candlestick at another window, grinning as the glass splintered and scattered to the floor below.

“You’re out of your mind!” GhoulSpawn shouted.

“Well, aye, lad,” BoomFuzzy replied, floating down just enough to meet GhoulSpawn’s eyes. “I am a ghost. Havin’ no mind o’ me own is sort o’ part o’ the deal, aye?”

GhoulSpawn leaped to grab BoomFuzzy’s arm. His fingers passed through empty air, the Lich’s wraith form shimmering like heat haze.

“Forgot I could do that, eh?”

“Will you stop going incorporeal!”

“Ghost. What else would ye have me do?”

“Stop throwing furniture and help me get him down out of the window!”

“I’m a proper haunt now. Besides,” he added with a chuckle. “Throwin’ furniture an’ breakin’ windows is what we ghosts are meant tae do!”

The first rumble of thunder shook the lighthouse, rattling the panes BoomFuzzy hadn’t yet shattered.

Quaraun flinched, his breath catching as the sound rolled through the room, echoing in his mind louder than the storm.

BoomFuzzy glanced toward the sky, a grin creeping across his face.

“Ah, Love, the heavens are doin’ their part! Smashing windows tae add tae the racket, aye?”

Another crack of thunder boomed, closer this time, a deafening roar that sent GhoulSpawn stumbling backward.

“This is madness!” he shouted, his voice drowned out by the storm’s fury.

BoomFuzzy laughed, his cackling louder than the tempest.

“You’re acting like a poltergeist!” GhoulSpawn snapped.

BoomFuzzy crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised.

“An’? I’m dead. It well in my right to act like a poltergeist and throw furniture out the window.”

“Where you this crazy when you were alive?”

“Crazier!”

Before GhoulSpawn could reply, a keening wail pulled both their gazes back to Quaraun.

The Elf had crumpled to the floor in the centre of the room, his venomous stinging jellyfish hair writhing chaotically around him. He clutched his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth as he gibbered incoherently.

“Quaraun!” GhoulSpawn darted to his side, crouching low to meet his gaze. “It’s okay! We’re here! Whatever it is, we’ll fix it. Please, just tell me what scared you!”

But Quaraun only whimpered, pressing his forehead against his knees. His pink silk robes billowed in the wind, the embroidered patterns dancing as if alive.

The cool granite beneath Quaraun’s bare feet felt like ice, its chill biting through his silk robes. He clutched the stone desperately, his eyes darting to the windows BoomFuzzy smashed.

Each shatter sent fragments of cool granite from the sill tumbling to the floor.

GhoulSpawn knelt nearby, his hooves scuffing the cool granite tiles, his anxious face framed by his thick woolen mane.

“Quaraun,” he pleaded, his voice cracking with fear. “Are you okay?”

The Elf didn’t answer, only pressed his forehead to the stone. He whispered something incomprehensible, Thullid words GhoulSpawn did not understand, his trembling words absorbed by the unyielding surface, the lighthouse’s foundation holding firm.

Behind him, BoomFuzzy floated silently, his silver eyes pensive.

The lighthouse stood defiant against the cloudy overcast sky, its silhouette sharp against the murky expanse.

GhoulSpawn backed against the wall, watching BoomFuzzy flit from window to window.

Outside, the world blurred in grey mist, the horizon swallowed by the damp, oppressive air.

Quaraun sat hunched on the floor, mumbling to himself. His hair coiled and twisted with its own anxious life.

The cloudy overcast seeped into the room, not fog. Not at this height. Wet clouds.

GhoulSpawn shivered, his fur ruffled.

Quaraun’s makeshift bed lay untouched in the corner of the room, the pink silken sheets and fur pelts rippling in the wild wind pouring through the shattered windows. GhoulSpawn darted toward it, trying to gather the flailing fabric before it was blown outside.

“You even sleep in pink,” he muttered, distracted by the absurdity.

BoomFuzzy floated above, laughing as another gust sent pillows tumbling to the floor.

“It’s nae a bed fit for a warrior mage, but it suits our JellyElf.”

“Quaraun! Come over here,” GhoulSpawn called. “It’s out of the path of the wind and the blankets will keep you warm till we get this mess cleaned up.”

Quaraun barely noticed. Curled on the floor, he clutched his head, his mind too stormy to seek the safety of the silken bed.

“Ye’ll nae get through tae him like that, Goat,” BoomFuzzy said, landing softly beside them. “When he gets in a state, it’s best tae let him wear it out.”

“‘Wear it out’?” GhoulSpawn snapped, gesturing to the broken glass and stormy chaos. “This isn’t normal!”

“Ya think anything about me wee Elf is normal?”

“Normal people don’t act like this!”

“Him been through shit. Ya new to living here, Goat!Ya know not what him life been like. He’s survived Hell. Him earned the right to act like this.”

“He’s traumatized, I can see that. He needs help, not this — -this — whatever the Hell this is! And stop calling me Goat! I’m a Sheep, dammit!”

BoomFuzzy smirked, bending to scoop up a stray cushion. He chucked it lightly at GhoulSpawn’s head.

“Relax, lad. No one’s died yet. Besides me.”

The Sheep Demon swatted the cushion away, his face flushed with fury.

“Do you want him dead too?”

“No.”

“Then help him!”

“I’m dead. I’m not much help to anyone.”

“You’re impossible! Quaraun needs you, and you’re — you’re — “ He gestured helplessly at the destruction. “This is madness!”

“Aye, it is,” BoomFuzzy agreed, crouching beside Quaraun and wrapping his spectral arms around the trembling Elf. “But it’s our madness, an’ there’s nae shame in it.”

“He’s insane.”

“Aye. As would be anyone who lived through what he’s survived.”

“Don’t you care?”

"Aye. I care. But I'm dead. And that's half what's wrong with him. They held him down and forced him to watch me die. He canna get that out of his head. I was his whole world. Ya don't know how much he loved me. I didn't know how much he loved me. Not until after I died and him brought me back as a Lich and used his own body as a phylactery. We're soul bound. He cut own souls in half, and we each have half of the other's now. But I'm dead. He's alive. I have his living soul in my dead body. He has my dead soul in his living body. And this it what it does to him. You can't even begin to comprehend how much he loves me and how much that love is killing him."

"I can see how much he loved you." GhoulSpawn flung himself on an unbroken chair. "Still loves you. And how much he won't let you go. And that he's the one keeping you trapped here. All his spells and charms just to keep your spirit from leaving him. I never seen anyone love someone as much as he loves you."

“Love,” BoomFuzzy whispered, brushing a few strands of silver hair from Quaraun’s face. “What’s chasin’ ye? What’s put ye in such a state?”

Quaraun shivered but didn’t respond. His gaze remained distant, fixed on some unseen horror.

GhoulSpawn groaned, rubbing his temples.

“You’re not helping. Either of you.”

“An’ what would ye have me do, Goat?” BoomFuzzy said, his voice softer now. “Stop bein’ what I am? Pretend tae be somethin’ I’m not? Quaraun’s fear doesn’t vanish because I act a part for your comfort.”

GhoulSpawn opened his mouth to argue but stopped, words catching in his throat.

The Lich’s grin had faded, replaced with a rare seriousness.

BoomFuzzy paused, his usually playful eyes pensive. He floated above the debris, hands tucked behind his back as if considering the destruction anew. GhoulSpawn watched him warily, expecting more antics.

Instead, the Lich hovered silently, his gaze fixed on Quaraun.

“He’s nae doin’ this for fun,” BoomFuzzy muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.

With a wave of his hand, BoomFuzzy summoned a jelly slime barrier to cover the shattered windows, sealing the lighthouse from the wind once again.

The room fell unnaturally still, save for the distant howl of the wind.

GhoulSpawn stepped closer, uneasy.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The Lich didn’t answer immediately. His pensive expression softened, and he drifted toward Quaraun, crouching beside him.

“Love,” he whispered. “What’s hauntin’ ye? Besides me?”

Quaraun continued to stare transfixed at a void only he could see.

“I’ll clean up the glass,” BoomFuzzy said, standing and brushing invisible dust from his hakama. “An’ maybe next time, ye’ll see there’s nae need tae shout so much.”

GhoulSpawn watched as the Lich floated to a cabinet, fetching a broom with a casual flick of his wrist.

“Ya know how much, Love enjoys sweeping,” BoomFuzzy called, as he summoned several of Quaraun’s handmade brooms to come clean. “We’ll sweep the anxiety away, And then take all this glass, and make new windows. Pretty windows. Leaded glass with pictures.”

“I thought you was allergic to lead. Faerie and all.”

BoomFuzzy shrugged.

“I’m already dead, so what it matter. Can’na hurt a Lich, remember?”

BoomFuzzy tossed GhoulSpawn a broom.

The storm outside raged on, but inside, the whirlwind of madness seemed to settle — for now.

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

This story is also published in:

• It Was a Dark & Stormy Night

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Includes the following stories: A Dark and Stormy Night The Storm’s Embrace Phantom Tides Quaraun’s Irritable Day Christmas in 40th Century Dystopia The Foghorn's Song The Lighthouse Conundrum (aka Thingamajig Version 2) The Screaming Sea The Rain-Drenched Alley Chaos in The Lighthouse: Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds The Death Princess The Lighthouse Keeper Beautiful Life. Beautiful Death. The Ship That Should Not Be Control or Protection? Ghosts Beneath the Pink Silk Tent

Not published yet--still in formatting--release date summer 2025 no book cover yet -- this placeholder will be updated once cover art is finalized, prob'ly in mid-August 2025 to so.

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This story is published in:

• Three Wizards and a Lighthouse

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Includes the following stories: The Cursed Mirror A Quiet Morning with the Sound of Waves, Wind, and an Abundance of Fresh-Caught Fish Candied Nightmares Sapphire and Calm The Soul Eater The Drip The Cold Embrace  GhoulSpawn in the Walls A Dark and Stormy Night Braving the Icy Winds Herons in the Dunes Emerald Reflections Under The Lighthouse Light Whispering Shadows in the Fog Walking Through the Wreckage Bone Dice A Flapdoodle Wackadoodle Noodle Wizard’s Duel Chaos in The Lighthouse: Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds Yelling at the Snowstorm The Lighthouse Keeper Quarreling Over the Last Slice of Pizza MoonSnail Cove, Maine Walking Along the Edge The Singing Crabgrass Crabs — A Green Fairy Wine Tale A Pocketful of Memories The Potter’s Hands Cold Beach, Warm Hearts Unease Dance in the Rain Every Lighthouse Keeper Dies A Cliff-side Overlook Breezy Afternoon Adoration - GhoulSpawn’s Perspective Adoration - BoomFuzzy’s Perspective Bitter Cold Winds Lover’s Triangle The Storm's Embrace Rosewater and Silk Weaving Memories by the Sea Necromancy: A Day in the Life of a Bumbling Necromancer Terror in the Silver Mist Gourmet Wonders A Threatening Letter Under the Light of a Dying Moon Unspoken Words Between Us as We Walk Through the Snow Together The Restful Sigh Psionic Warriors Channelling the Power of the Mind Springtime Drizzle Lens and Light Maintenance Tumultuous Tempest Silvered Lament Zoning Out, Watching the Snowflakes Fall Without Feeling Anything Realizing We Might Actually Be Safe The Scent of Ink and Roses A Shared Moment of Silence: Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn Under the Moonlit Sky The Floating Paper Lanterns Beneath the Black Tower Shadows Stormbound Shadows Halloween Chaos with BoomFuzzy the Candy Corn Unicorn  Staring at the Stars Sitting on the Edge of a Cliff The Day the Lighthouse Glowed a Little Too Brightly Longing for the Warmth of the Sun, We Found Only More Darkness The Woes of Laundry: A Small Task in a Quiet Day The Shared Quiet Moments The Arrival The Scents of Simplicity: BoomFuzzy’s Kitchen and the Softness of Home In a land of ice and gloom, Where the blizzards often loom…(A blizzard hits a village...) Desolate Nostalgia on a Frozen Shoreline The Trade Caravan Bone Dice - Again Lightkeeper's Dilemma The Silent Knock The Old Haunted Quilt  Resting by the Fire The Struggle of Maintaining Their Lighthouse Home in a Harsh Winter Storm Golden Hands Sweeping the Lighthouse Sunrise Mocks the Aching Heart, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf The Real Nightmares There’s Beauty in the Destruction The Lighthouse’s Glass-Eyed Horror What Unites Us? Velvety and Vile Mud, Bums, and the Epic Quest for Cleanliness BoomFuzzy’s Clam Chowder, His Love for Seafood, and The Joy of a Shared Meal The Cold Night's Warmth Haikus & Historians The Evening’s End: Quiet Conversations and Comfort in the Home They Built Together Peering Through the Mist and Finding Nothing But More Fog Wandering Paper Boats A Solitary Black Sock The Brownies & The Witch, or Why Faeries Don’t Wear Socks A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub Making the Bed The Black Sock, Again The Eaten Moon Sunset: A Bleeding Wound Upon The Sea, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf Making Tea in the Middle of a Storm If Objects Had Desire Drying Herbs Lighthouse at the End of the World The Reflection in the Fog The Series Prologue aka Quaraun’s Backstory

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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.

BoomFuzzy

Quaraun

GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy

GhoulSpawn

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun

Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

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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