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đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
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 itâs 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of itâs very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane â A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction
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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 Quaraunâs 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 Quaraunâs 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:â
-âIMAGE 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.â
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.
-âIMAGE 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.
â-âArt by Wendy Christine Allen.â
-âNot 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 lighthouse kitchen smelled of rosemary, thyme, and lavender. Quaraun knelt by the table, carefully tying bundles of fresh herbs with twine. BoomFuzzy stood on a chair, hanging them from hooks strung across the ceiling.
âDonât drop them,â Quaraun warned, glancing up.
âMe? Never.â BoomFuzzy winked, securing a fragrant bunch of sage.
GhoulSpawn held a sprig of lemon balm mint to his nose, sniffing.
âIt smells divine. Can we use this in tea?â
âAfter it dries,â Quaraun replied, handing him another bundle. âNow hang this correctly.â
The herbs swayed gently in the sea breeze wafting through the open windows, their earthy perfume blending with the salt air.
BoomFuzzy stepped down, brushing his hands.
âBy winter, weâll be livinâ like kings.â
Quaraun had woken to the sound of howling wind. He'd rolled over, expecting the warm press of his lover's body pressed against his back. Instead, he found only the chill of an empty bed.
Moonlight seeped through the windows like a film of rose-gilded ectoplasm, casting macabre shadows across the sheets where his lovers should've lain entwined around him. Quaraun's heart thudded beneath his silk-clad breast. His fingers twitched, useless, fused together since he'd been an Elfling. His leg joints creaking like arthritic bones. He threw off the covers and pushed himself up with an exhausted grunt, dragging his lame leg over the edge of the bed.
Below, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting long shadows that writhed like serpentine spectres across the stone floorboards. Quaraun's servants huddled together by the fire, their faces pale ovals illuminated only by the flickering light: the soft curves of his handmaidens' faces, their eyes downcast; the weathered lines etched into old GhoulSpawnsâs face as he slept on the floor beside the handmaids; and finally, BoomFuzzy, sprawled like a fallen silk flag upon a patchwork quilt of rose-pomegranate velvet.
Quaraun's lips curled with derisive amusement. Even in slumber, the old Phookan King exuded an air of dangerous sensuality, his raven hair a tangle of silver-streaked nightfall beneath the milky moonlight seeping through the windows. Quaraun's gaze traced the line of BoomFuzzy's jawline to the sensual curve of full lips that seemed eternally poised on a lascivious smile.
He strolled closer, the creaking of his wooden cane a discordant drumbeat beneath the gentle susurrations of surf battering against the rocky cliffs below. As he neared, BoomFuzzy's eyes flickered open; silvery shards glinting like ice chips in the gloom. Quaraun felt an electric jolt course through him, as if his very essence had been severed and sewn back together with silver thread.
"Can't sleep?" BoomFuzzy croaked, voice husky with the residue of dreams.
Quaraunâs lips twisted into a cold smile.
"Do I ever truly sleep? I am an Elf soul bound to a Lich. No Elf has ever lived passed four hundred and here I am seven hundred and fifty years old. Being soul bound to you has made me immortal."
âThe price of being a Necromancer who fell in love with a Lich.â
âI suppose.â
BoomFuzzy's eyes crinkled at the corners before he straightened, his lean form coalescing like a spectre rising from the grave-mounds that crowned the hillside. Quaraun felt BoomFuzzy's touch before it landed, cold fingertips tracing the delicate line of his left browbone.
"Something's amiss?" BoomFuzzy asked, voice low and velvety as anise-scented absinthe fumes.
Quaraun nodded, his silver hair rippling like a waking thing around him.
"The forest howls with anticipation," he said, voice husky with exhaustion. "The trees moan beneath the weight of snow."
Quaraun's gaze locked with BoomFuzzy's as if daring him to challenge this intimate understanding, a silent, telepathic dance that had grown more attuned with every lunar cycle.
"The moon waxes full tonight. Her waxen glow will turn my lovers' eyes ruby-red beneath the light."
BoomFuzzy's fingers traced lazy circles around Quaraunâs navel, his touch sending shivers of pleasure down Quaraun's spine.
"Their desire tastes like blood and absinthe," Quaraun continued in a husky whisper. "They come to me, panting for the taste of my lips."
Quaraun reached out, fingers tangling with BoomFuzzy's. His own hand trembled ever so slightly beneath BoomFuzzyâs touch.
BoomFuzzy's eyes locked onto Quaraunâs as he leaned in to brush his kiss across Quaraun's mouth, a soft, possessive caress that set Quaraun's heart thundering like surf against the jagged granite walls of their sanctuary.
"I'll fuckin' die for you," BoomFuzzy growled against those ruby lips before pulling away. "Over and over again."
âYou already have.â
âIâll do it again.â
Quaraun's eyes never wavered from his love's face. His own voice rasped with raw emotion.
"Then do so tonight, my King of Shadows."
âNo,â BoomFuzzy said, a breath ghost-white against the back of his neck where it was almost too close to feeling like teeth on cartilage. Almost. âTonight we have other things to do.â
The room fell silent, save for the soft susurrations of the storm beyond their windowpanes: the howl of gulls wheeling like spectres above the lighthouse's battlements; the distant keening wail of some unknown entity skulking in the fog-shrouded forest. Quaraunâs heart beat faster with each mournful moan.
"The night awakens," Quaraun said. "Come hither, my lovesâbring your hunger, your lust, and your darkest desires."
BoomFuzzy's lips curved in a feral smileâa predatorâs smirk before the kill.
"Consider us...prompt." BoomFuzzy purred, his voice sending shivers rippling down Quaraun's spine. "Tonight, we feast upon our own damnations."
Outside, a wave crashed against the cliffs, water spray erupting like a ruptured artery, blood-white against the bruised indigo sky. It hung there for a heart-beat too long, the foam laced with moonlight that tasted of iron and things better left unsaid. The moon watched, its fractured face a grotesque grin in the churning greyness above.
When the first light of dawn finally crested the horizon, Quaraun rose from his rumpled pink silk sheets, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their wild, debauched tryst. His pale skin shone rosily pink, kissed rosy-pink by passion's searing touch, each bite mark a map etched upon his pale skin like hieroglyphs inscribed in blood and moonlight.
Quaraun padded silently through the shadowy halls of his lighthouse lair, his bare feet making barely a whisper against the cold flagstone floor. The air reeked of sex, sweat, and something far more primal, something both foully erotic and obscenely divine.
As he passed by the parlour, Quaraun caught a glimpse of himself reflected in the cracked silvered glass above the hearth: his eyes were bloodshot-rimmed sapphires set like sapphire âwithin an ivory mask of fatigue-silvered porcelain. His mouth trembled with a wry smile, lips plumper now, kissed rosy pink by BoomFuzzy's demanding mouth.
Quaraun straightened his sodden pink silk nightgown, a diaphanous gauze of palest rose-pink shot through with gold thread. their own private necromantic sigil. Heavily perfumed with rosewater and sandalwood, it clung to him like the ghostly caress of a lover's touch.
Quaraun raised his own hand, his own? His thoughts skittered like a madman's kaleidoscope as he traced the delicate pink lace edging adorning the bodice of his chemise. The fine-spun silk slid against Quaraunâs cool skin, sending shivers rippling down his spine like the caress of a spiderâs kiss.
The three remaining handmaids huddled together by the fire, two petite porcelain-skinned virgins with jet-black hair coiled into tight braids; one raven-haired beauty whose ruddy-golden eyes seemed to burn with a feral inner light. Quaraun knew each of his attendants by touch alone, their unique scents, their individual pheromones, a private lexicon etched indelibly upon the surface of his mind.
Quaraun, though married to the King of the UnSeelie Court, had many lovers. Primarily GhoulSpawn, the Satyr-like Sheep Demon, but also his 37 handmaids, whom helped him put on his bindings, hiding his female breasts from the world, that none may know what he had been born as. None save those whom lived with him here at The Black Tower Lighthouse.
The lighthouse kitchen smelled of rosemary, thyme, and anise.
The air stung with salt and damp iron, cold wind slithering through the cracked windowpanes. Sea spray kissed the glass.
Candles guttered.
The entire world trembled with the rhythm of the tide beneath the cliff.
The Black Tower Lighthouse itself breathed. A monster asleep. Quaraun knew it alive. But he lived in it anyways. He knew it breathed, each wooden beam pulsing faintly - the ribs of a sleeping beast.
He ignored the shudder in the walls.
The voices. The occasional laughter crawling from the vents. He worked. Always worked.
Quaraun knelt by the table, carefully tying bundles of fresh herbs with twine. His fingers, long, thin, pink-stained, moved with precise obsession.
Each knot perfect.
Every stem aligned.
The texture of the thick fluffy pink tussar silk sleeves scraped gently against the coarse herb stalks. His hair, wet and luminous, coiled and writhed down his back, jellyfish strands draping the floor like spilled entrails. It glimmered in the pale light. The scent of rose petals clung to his skin. Absinthe burned faintly in his throat.
BoomFuzzy stood on a chair, hanging herbs from hooks strung across the ceiling.
âDo not drop them,â Quaraun warned, glancing up. His tone sharp, quick, brittle. He did not trust gravity. Not since the day the moon cracked.
Chunks of the moon got closer every day.
âMe? Never.â BoomFuzzy winked, securing a fragrant bunch of sage. His dark skin shimmered with frost light. He balanced easily, blind but never uncertain, frost collecting in his beard. âFuckinâ perfect balance, me. I is a Lich. Yeâd think I were part bat.â
Quaraun narrowed his eyes.
âBats are filthy creatures.â
BoomFuzzy grinned, stepping forward so the wood creaked.
âAnd ye ainât?â
The Phookaâs laughter filled the space, warm and sinful, mixing with the perfume of herbs and sea air. His every word made Quaraunâs stomach flutter like moths drawn to fire.
GhoulSpawn held a sprig of lemon balm mint to his nose, sniffing.
âIt smells divine. Can we use this in tea?â His voice carried an edge of mathematical distraction. He always measured, calculated, compared. Even beauty required formula. He smelled faintly of wet sheep wool and ozone.
âAfter it dries,â Quaraun replied, handing him another bundle. âNow hang this correctly.â
âDefine correctly,â GhoulSpawn muttered. âLength symmetry? Airflow ratio? Humidity compensation?â
âHang it straight,â Quaraun hissed.
GhoulSpawn obeyed, carefully clipping the stems to a copper wire strung between rafters.
Toobe hovered nearby, glowing faint blue inside the cracked lantern socket.
âHumidity reading: seventy-three percent,â Toobe buzzed.
âToo damp,â GhoulSpawn said, adjusting the window latch. âWe need ventilation. Cross-breeze through the northeast aperture.â
âYer mouthâs an aperture,â BoomFuzzy said, smirking.
âTechnically true,â GhoulSpawn replied. âBut irrelevant to airflow.â
Quaraun sighed.
The herbs swayed gently in the sea breeze wafting through the open windows, their earthy perfume blending with the salt air. The motion mesmerized him. They reminded him of bodies.
Hanged.
Drifting.
Dancing in the wind.
The thought made his heart beat too hard.
He turned back to the table, sorting more stalksârosemary, mint, mugwort. The textures comforted him. Order amid chaos. Pattern amid ruin. The thick tweedy silk of his sleeves rasped against the herbsâ brittle leaves. He inhaled deeply.
Rosemary.
Thyme.
Lavender.
Sage.
The trinity of sanity. He repeated their names under his breath like prayer beads.
BoomFuzzy stepped down, brushing his hands.
âBy winter, weâll be livinâ like kings.â
Quaraunâs blue eyes, pupils pink, bright as bleeding pearls, snapped to him.
âYou ARE a King. And I am your court mage.â
âAye. But I were not born a king. I were born a common folk. I prefer cheffing to kinging.â
âYou were born to be a king.â
âSorry.â BoomFuzzy chuckled, that low, warm thrum against his skull like a tuning fork struck on hollow bone.
He moved anyway.
Closer.
Quaraun felt it before he heard the rasp of chair legs dragging on bare floorboards, a sound as old as barnacles on their drowned godâs bones.
âKings live in castles,â BoomFuzzy said, and the breath over his temple was icy despite the stifling warmth that always clung to him like shroud-rot. âWe got this.â
A hand reached down then - too rough, too big for what Quaraun allowed himself to want.
Pink silk on bone-smooth flesh.
It should have been repulsive. His sleeves snagged, a whisper of fabric tearing across the coarseness of his skin.
âA king,â Quaraun breathed. Voice gone thin as fish gut after the storm had ripped it open and tossed it back onto the shore. âA rotting king with eyes like chipped amethyst and the scent of blood still clinging to the crown.â
BoomFuzzy didnât pull away. His fingers, thick knuckles dusted in frost- rime, lingered on his hipbone through the silkâs worn thickness. He pressed a kiss then â not soft, more a bone rasp against skin. A taste of cloves and something else: burnt sugar and rain soaked into old wool, something ancient and feral blooming beneath that.
âWe got what we need.â
âKings live in castles. We live in the belly of a beast.â
âSame fuckinâ thing, innit?â BoomFuzzy chuckled, wiping frost from his goggles. He leaned down, breath icy against Quaraunâs cheek. âKings, monsters. We got the same habits.â
Quaraun shivered, not from cold but from the memory of deathâthe smell of burning silk, the taste of blood on pink thread, the feel of BoomFuzzyâs corpse once upon a time before necromancy pulled him back. He leaned unconsciously closer, drawn to the warmth of the Lichâs presence. BoomFuzzyâs arm slipped around him, hand resting on his waist.
Quaraun leaned in, wordless.
Habit.
Gravity.
Survival.
âYe fret too much,â BoomFuzzy whispered. âYer headâs a storm. Let it settle, aye?â
âIt never settles,â Quaraun murmured. âStorm does not cease. It breathes with me.â
A gust rattled the windows. The hanging herbs swayed harder, casting strange moving shadows over the stone floor. Quaraunâs eyes followed the movement. The shadows became figures. Figures became faces. He blinked. They vanished. He pressed fingers to his temple.
âFuckinâ ghosts again?â BoomFuzzy asked quietly.
âThey never left.â
GhoulSpawn turned.
âGhosts have no mass. No energy emission. No measurable field.â
BoomFuzzy held up his hand. Stared at his fingers. Wiggled them.
âHuh? I seem pretty solid.â
âYou are a Lich.â
âWhich makes me a type of ghost.â
âNo. A Lich is a type of wraith. Ghosts are also types of wraiths. Wraiths can have physical solid bodies, like a Lich, or incorporeal bodies, like a ghost.â
âYeâre missinâ the point, lad,â BoomFuzzy said, reaching for another bundle. âSome things ye cannae quantify.â
âI can quantify everything,â GhoulSpawn said. âEventually.â
Quaraun chuckled softly, though it sounded broken.
âThen measure this madness.â
He reached for his cane, carved bone, pink crystal head, gold-wrapped shaft, and stirred the ashes in the hearth. Embers spat sparks that hissed like angry spirits. He muttered words older than the wind, words he half-remembered from the Moon.
âThe Moon watches,â he whispered. âAlways watches. The Moon is Her eye. She measures. She judges. She remembers.â
He couldnât look up, wouldn't look up.
Fingers tracing the faintest curve on a brittle lavender stem, the pale line of bone beneath that silk too tight against flesh. Couldnât meet those eyes, black marbles in a skull carved from rotten ivory, the pupils bottomless and holding things best left unlooked at. Not even the memory of them, because remembering was always wrong.
Always wrong like this -
âAnd it presses,â he mumbled into the rough wood of the table, praying for rot to bloom beneath his nails, for splinters to burrow deep enough to find something that felt solid. Something that wasnât him, always too much, never enough, a spiderweb spun tight across an empty coffin.
"Presses."
BoomFuzzy hummed, low and wet against his ear like the sigh of barnacles on a drowned ship.
âAye, it presses. Thatâs what happens when ye live with me, JellyElf.â
His breath was frost against Quaraunâs throat, tasting of winter and something wilder. Something that curled in Quaraun's gut with the same hungry pull as the tide against the cliff face outside.
âHush,â he breathed out.
Word choked on a mouthful of salt air and herb scent.
âHush up and calculate.â
GhoulSpawn sighed.
A sound like air bleeding from a punctured lung, long and thin.
"The weight of silence..."
He tapped the mint stem against his chipped canine tooth. It looked like it was trying to grow back wrong - pointed, serrated. The kind of thing that gnawed at bone when you were sleeping.
âThe absence of pressure waves isâ "
"Doesn't matter." BoomFuzzy said abruptly.
His hand slid down Quaraunâs side then, warm and pressing against the raw heat of his spine where silk couldn't quite reach, a space forever licked by frostbite in spite of every layer. Even the ghosts wore winter here in the belly of this beast.
Quaraun flinched but didnât pull away. Too late to do anything else now. The air hung thicker, pregnant with that dampness under a cracked windowpane and the stench of rosemary, thyme, and something older blooming beneath it all: damp blood on lichen-rotted wood, the smell of bone rubbed raw by storm winds.
"What matters isâ"
âWhat matters is the moon,â BoomFuzzy finished for him.
Low, gravelly voice like pebbles grinding in a tide pool, each syllable a bruise blossoming beneath Quaraunâs ribs.
"Aye."
He swallowed, tasting salt and rosemary and the faint metallic aftertaste of something long gone rotten.
"The Moon watches," he whispered back.
Each word was the rasping of barnacles on black stone, slow and heavy with the weight of things that couldn't be drowned. Not even by this much sea, not by all the tide could drag in from its yawning maw.
They werenât drowning.
Not yet.
Not properly.
He knew that word: drowning.
It had a taste on his tongue like ash and oyster shells.
The moon didn't watch with eyes though, not real ones. No blinking, no sight to hold onto.
Just the weight of it.
Always there.
The way things shifted just a fraction under its gaze, how even the shadows in this tower seemed to grow thin, as if drained by something hungrier than any man or beast could be.
"She watches," he said again. âThe Moon remembers.â
His fingers tightened on lavender stems.
They snapped.
Quaraun didn't care.
He was learning to stop caring about the brittle things. The things that broke so easily, so much like him.
BoomFuzzy pressed closer still, a heat against his shoulder blade not entirely unlike the sun Quaraun hadnât seen in years.
Couldn't remember what it felt like to touch skin that wasn't bruised with frostbite and draped in perpetual twilight.
âAnd she judges,â he breathed against his neck, a shuddering sigh of wind through brittle reeds and something wilder Quaraun couldn't name but clung to him like the smell of brine on a corpse left out too long.
"Judges what?"
He didn't mean to sound brittle, childish.
Like GhoulSpawn with his calculations, always trying to make sense of it all. Trying to find equations for things that lived in the space between breaths and bone-chilling tides.
"Whatâs left to judge?"
The lantern sputtered, shadows at the edges of their vision writhing like startled fish in a net pulled too tight. The air throbbed with something older than the Tower itself. Older than any god they had drowned or been drowned by.
Outside, another gust slammed against glass, and the roof sighed - a groan deep in timbers grown slick with centuries of sea-spit and forgotten prayer.
âYe,â BoomFuzzy said.
A low word. It tasted like rust on his tongue and something else.
Sweet rot blooming inside him like those first spring flowers Quaraun used to tell himself he remembered.
"Judges you."
The hair at the nape of his neck, damp with a sweat that smelled faintly of dried blood and rosemary, prickled against the pressure of BoomFuzzyâs mouth on the hollow space where his spine cracked open like an egg.
Not teeth, not lips.
Just that scrape â smooth bone over cold flesh, too close to tasting bone again, to feeling the slow grind of it under his own ribs as if he were the thing they used to break open in spring and let rot back into the earth.
Quaraun sucked in air, choked on rosemary and the cloying tang that always clung to BoomFuzzy like a shroud-rot bloom.
âThe moon remembers,â he repeated.
The words tasted wrong, cracked against his tongue like sea ice underfoot.
A thin, sharp sound. Like GhoulSpawnâs teeth grinding down on something useless.
âShe remembers the rot.â
âAye. She remembers the blood. And she remembers who made it bleed.â
BoomFuzzyâs breath â a puff of frost and something else that smelled like old iron and graveyard lilies â ruffled at his collarbone. Pulled a shiver through him so fine it might have been felt by the ghosts in the rafters, their scratching whispers turning to frantic chittering as if disturbed by the cold too close to bone.
âShe remembers us.â
âRemember is wrong,â Quaraun said, his voice gone thin as old parchment after a salt rain. A whisper lost already, swallowed by the wind that moaned through the tower like a drowned sailor clawing at its maw. He couldn't look.
Couldnât meet those eyes â chipped amethyst in a skull too smooth to be alive, pupils wide and bottomless as if reflecting something Quaraun didnât want to see even in the lanternâs feeble flicker.
He smelled it on BoomFuzzy though. On his skin like damp moss after rain, on the ghost of bone that was a hand on his hip now, cold despite the unnatural warmth clinging to him always like a shroud-rot bloom.
Remembered wrong.
That sharp metallic scent wasn't new blood spilled today.
It was older than this lighthouse, older than any storm they'd weathered, a reek of things best left underwater, churning in the guts of the drowned god they called home.
âRemember is how the Moon eats,â he said instead.
GhoulSpawn shifted, his clicking hooves like pebbles skittering on slate in the dimness.
âThe moon doesn't eat.â
The air shimmered around him, a blue-white halo where Toobe pulsed with anxious energy.
"It'sâitâs a celestial body composed primarily of silicate rock..."
âAye, and it eats us all,â BoomFuzzy said softly, voice like gravel grinding on seashells. âOne way or another.â
He was closer now.
Close enough Quaraun could feel the ghost of warmth against his shoulder blade, a heat that didn't belong in this place where everything clung to frostbite and the reek of things best left swallowed by the ocean.
BoomFuzzy.
The Lich.
His long dead husband.
Returned from the grave to haunt him.
Close enough to smell it then â not just blood-rot and graveyard lilies, but something deeper.
Something that curled around Quaraunâs insides like barnacles on a wrecked mast - a tide pulling him backward into a darkness older than memory even with the moonâs cold eye burning down into his skull and cracking him open.
He didn't flinch away from it.
Didn't want to.
The thought of turning, of seeing those chipped amethyst eyes, was like trying to breathe salt water through a hole in his chest. It would choke him, wouldn't let him taste anything but the metallic tang on the back of his tongue and the way BoomFuzzy smelled of things that lived too long beneath.
âIt remembers,â Quaraun whispered. The word caught on the tangled silk, snagged on bone-hard edges where flesh had been stretched thin as parchment by years of wind and something else - something that gnawed at him from inside out, whispering in the spaces between his ribs like a tide pool crab scuttling over cracked shells.
âIt remembers us,â BoomFuzzy repeated, breath hot on the hollow dip of his spine. âAnd itâs hungry.â
His words were a tremor in the air itself, making the lantern sputter and cough like some half-dead beast begging for mercy. Shadows around them writhed, taking shape in the sickly light, the walls of the kitchen breathing in a slow, wet rasp that matched the tide groaning against the cliffs outside. He smelled it then - the hungry.
It was not BoomFuzzyâs scent, though he always carried enough rot and hunger to choke a lesser man.
No.
This was deeper, older.
It reeked of brine-soaked caves where no sun had ever touched the black stones, of things that pulsed beneath sand in cities swallowed whole by the sea. It smelled of teeth too big for any mouth and a silence so profound it pressed against his eardrums like a fistful of drowned feathers. The moonâs hungrier than any man or beast, they said. But this was the breath of something else. Something that crawled just under the surface of things, waiting to be named when the world split open and let loose its guts on the tide.
âThe Moon watchesââ
BoomFuzzy pressed his forehead to Quaraunâs temple.
âAye, well, fuck Her. Yeâre mine now, sweet JellyElf. Let the Moon look all she wants. Sheâll get a fucking eyefull when I fuck ya.â
âYou are blasphemous.â
âGloriously.â
âThat is blasphemous.â
âAye. And if ya god is god, then she done gone and invented sex, so, blame it on her when I fuck ya.â
The scent of herbs thickened, rosemary, thyme, lavender, sage, mint, lemon balm, mugwort, bay, mornada bee balm, all tangled in the humid salt wind. Quaraun inhaled until it burned. His lungs ached. He felt the heartbeat of the lighthouse beneath him, slow, patient, alive.
GhoulSpawn, who was just then reaching the rafters to hand more herbs, his cloven hooves sliding precariously on the polished oak seat of a wooden chair, suddenly went crashing to the floor, causing a domino collision of of copper pots and pans as the chair skidded across the room, slamming into the kitchen shelves.
âGlinta,â Quaraun said suddenly, before GhoulSpawn had a chance to start apologizing. âCalculate the weight of silence.â
GhoulSpawn looked up, puzzled.
âWeight of what?â
âSilence.â
âWeight equals zero. ButâŚâ He hesitated. âIf one counts tension as mass, it could approach infinity.â
âPrecisely.â Quaraun smiled faintly, eyes unfocused. âInfinity. I desire infinite silence.â
âUhm⌠Iâm sorry?â
"Ah shit," BoomFuzzy muttered under his breath. "The Goat's made a mess again.â
"I'm a Sheepâ" GhoulSpawn corrected.
âSilence,â Quaraun reminded.
âSilence is a measure.â He said it flat, like a pebble dropped in a well of black water that swallowed the sound whole. "A negative space. An absence ofâ"
âHush,â Quaraun snapped, the word splintering off his tongue like ice on cracked stone.
A useless thing. Like all their words. BoomFuzzyâs hand tightened against his hipbone, fingers pressing through silk and bone-thin flesh as if trying to burrow deeper. The ghost of heat there made him shiver, a spasm that had nothing to do with the cold clinging to everything in this godforsaken tower. Nothing at all to do with the way BoomFuzzy smelled like the inside of a grave warmed by the sunâs reluctant touch after it was already too late for anyone to be saved.
âYou asked forââ
âI asked florence. You are just to dense to understand that.â
BoomFuzzy reached down, fingers brushing Quaraunâs hair, combing through the jellyfish strands.
âYer fuckinâ hairâs movinâ again.â
âIt always moves.â
âAye, but itâs starinâ at me.â
âThen do not look.â
âCanât help it. Fuckinâ mesmerizinâ. Makes me want to fuck ya.â
âEverything makes you want to fuck me.â
âDamn right! Yar so fucking fuckable!â
âWill you stop!â
"Tâis not my fault, but ya were so damn cute. I'm going to go after you."
âStop touching me.â
"I will never let go."
âWe have work to do!â
âLater, Love.â
BoomFuzzy kissed Quaraunâs face, a soft press that smelled of cloves and anise and sugar. Quaraun closed his eyes. The scent clung to him. Sweet, holy, unholy, everything blurred.
Outside, waves slammed the cliffs. The wind like a shrieking sea creature, and there was no response.
âStormâs cominâ,â BoomFuzzy said.
âIt never left,â Quaraun muttered. âI am soaked in the stormy rainbows of clouds for the sunny rainfalling sea-rain falling into a strange shadowy darkening rain-filled with the sound of hot, the sound of dark stormy windows.â
âWhatcha yammering about, Love?â
âJust thinking of the storm.â
GhoulSpawn adjusted the window latch again, scientific calm masking fear.
âBarometric drop detected. Significant pressure shift. This building mayâuhâbreathe harder.â
âLet it breathe,â Quaraun said softly. âLet it live.â
They stood together, surrounded by the scent of earth and sea, silk and frost, flame and ghost-light. The herbs turned slowly in the air, whispering secrets in a language only Quaraun understood.
He whispered back.
Inside, the herbs swayed. Rosemary brushed sage. Thyme tangled with mint. The shadows on the ceiling twisted like the tentacles of some unseen sea god.
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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.
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
Meet The Characters:
The 3 main characters are the worldâs three most powerful mages, each of whom were not born as royalty, but went power crazy and became the three reigning kings of the planet, because no one could stop them. The series is told from their perspective, and thus they are rarely shown as the super villains they truly are, because they do not see themselves as evil.
Here they are:The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun the Insane: Alien JellyFish who Takes a Moon Elf Form aka The Sacred Pink JellyFish: His 12 foot long hair is made of deadly, venomous Portuguese Man o War-like tentacles.My F2M trans main character, Quaraun, sleeping. Wearing his pink silk gown and with his twelve foot long hair, which is actually thousands of very thin jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is a male Moon Elf who transforms into a female JellyFish when angry. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸
Quaraun is creative, artistic, and melodramatic. He sees the beauty others do not notice. He thinks of creative ways to make art. He is a loom weaver, a glass blower, a poet, and a jewellery maker. When he looks at a plant he sees not only its beauty, but also ways to use it in weaving fabric or dying cloth.
Quaraun, is a small psionic pink jellyfish, who crawled up the nose of a dying Moon Elf, ate his brain, and took over his body. The name of the Elf is unknown. Quaraun is the name of the pink jellyfish, who lives nestled in the safety of the Elfâs hollowed out skull. She grew her tentacles out though his head, to make them look like hair. Quaraunâs glorious twelve foot long hair, is actually thousands of very thin jellyfish tentacles, each of which move on their own like thousands of tiny hands.
Being a psion, the jellyfish can see and hear the thoughts of everyone-living or dead. He can see and hear ghosts and spirits, and people often come to him asking for help with haunted houses or finding lost souls.
But also, Quaraun is persnickety, grouchy, he complains a lot, heâs vain, and has egos for his egos, heâs fussy about getting dirt on his clothes, heâs a germaphobe. He likes things to be perfect and neat. He has a short temper, hits people with his cane, slaps people across the face with his wand, and wonât think twice about punching someone.
He looks like a frail, sickly little waif, so people are often taken off guard by his spit fire temper, and brash in your face personality. Being elderly, Quaraun is in frail health and suffers from frequent fainting spells, and many joint pains.
Quaraun has gold plated prosthetic hands and walks with a cane due to having a lame leg.
Quaraun, who is also known as âThe Elf With Crippled Handsâ, wears a variety of elaborate prosthetic gloves over his crushed, crippled hands, some with fancy jewels and carvings. His hands were crushed when he was still a child. The stiff metal gloves encase his crippled hands, protecting them. He requires help from BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn to do things like brush his hair, or get dressed, due to his fake hands not being easily movable.
Quaraun uses his JellyFish tentacle hair like limbs, and usually appears to be hovering a few inches above the ground, due to âwalkingâ on his âhairâ. He weaves cloth, embroiders, eats, and does anything else requiring hands, with his tentacle hair, not with his hands.
Quaraun is very religious. He prays upon getting up in the morning. He prays before going to bed at night. Quaraun prays over each meal before eating and prays a thanksgiving after each meal before getting up from the table. On the three nights of each full moon, he builds cairns in honour of the Moon Goddess. He bathes at night in the moonlight to absorb the Moonâs power in his twelve-foot-long hair. Quaraun does not cut his hair to honour the Moon Goddess. He wears pink and silver silk robes in honour of the Moon Goddess. Every few hours throughout the day, he stops what he is doing to light pink and silver candles and burn incense in honour of the Moon Goddess.
A high priest of The DiâJinn Order, he thinks nothing of killing anyone who disagrees with his religious beliefs.
The worldâs most feared wizard and most deadly serial killer, he makes his way across the planet, mass murdering rapists and child abusers, and entire cities of people whose justice system allowed rapists and child abusers to walk free. Being a psion, he knows who is guilty and who is innocent, from reading their thoughts, and thus he prides himself in never killing anyone who is innocent and always killing only those whom are truly guilty.
He is highly superstitious, spooks easily, and believes in curses, and feels a dread need to protect himself from curses with offensive hoodoo magic like gri-gri and hotfooting.
Quaraun is an evil Necromancer. He worships the fractured moon, and children run in terror from him.
Though he is the main character, Quaraun is not a hero, and is considered the most evil and most insane, psychotically deranged, narcissistic super villain on the planet.
He practices dark rituals and sacrifices to the moon to ward off the undead lobsters. Quaraunâs favourite drink is absinthe. He also likes poppy tea and NotNog, a type of eggnog made without eggs. Quaraun refuses to eat eggs but will eat fish and dairy. His favourite colour is pink. Quaraun does not eat meat. Quaraun is very short, only five feet six inches tall. He is incredibly arrogant and bosses everyone around.
In later stories, when Quaraun has changed his name to SunTa, he is also mute, from an injury to his throat, which left his vocal cords damaged. After this point in the series he âspeaksâ using a form or âMorse Codeâ, via tapping his gold plated fingers on a metal tablet.
Quaraun can look at a river and see the joy of the sparkles the sunlight makes on the surface.
Quaraun can look at a shell and see it as a source of paint pigment.
Quaraun can look at a flower and think of ways to turn it into cloth making fibres.Quaraun as SunTa, King of the Sun, The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets. SunTa no longer has long Rapunzel hair, no longer wears pink, is now living in The Twighlight Manor, no longer believes in the Moon Goddess, sees himself as God, is horribly scarred, blind in his left eye, is mute, and is referred to by his followers as âMotherâ. SunTa is a psion with Elder God powers. 3d printed figure designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun as SunTa, King of the Sun, The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets. Seen here with BoomFuzzy as BlackBird. As SunTa, Quaraun is thirteen thousand years old, and is now old enough to have grown wings. All Elves, Faeries, and Demons eventually have wings if they live long enough. Most grow wings after reaching around two thousand years old.. 3d printed figure designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun does not appear in every story, all stories on Medium featuring Quaraun can be found here:
King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn: King of The UnSeelie Court, aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Lich Lord of Fire Mountain: A Phooka aka A Kelpie-Like Brackish Water Unicorn who takes an Elf-like Faerie Form, but heâs a LichQuaraunâs primary husband, BoomFuzzy (young, and King of The UnSeelie Court). BoomFuzzy is a Phooka, whose true form is a purple unicorn, but he usually takes the form of a black Elf, though being a Phooka/borgat, he is able to take any form of anything or any one and can look like whatever he chooses to look like. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸Quaraunâs primary husband, BoomFuzzy (old and with his food truck). An evil warlord in his youth, BoomFuzzy eventually commit suicide, resulting in his soul being trapped in The Swamp of Death. Quaraun became a Necromancer to resurrect BoomFuzzy as a Lich. In his Lich form, seen here, BoomFuzzy became a master chef and travels the decimated ruins of the apocalypse bringing food to the homeless and wasteland survivors. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸BoomFuzzy, Lich Form. Often referred to as Antaraz in this form.
Yes, he is an ACTUAL Unicorn. I donât know why that is such a common question for people to ask.BoomFuzzy, Skeletal Lich FormQuaraun and BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, in his true form, that of a purple pony with a silver horn. Yes, BoomFuzzy is a LITERAL UNICORN. His Humanoid form is a glimmer spell illusion. I donât know why this question gets asked so often, but it is one of the most asked questions I get from people. âIs BoomFuzzy an actual fantasy creature/horse or his it the LGBTQ-type of âunicornâ?â⌠Iâm sorry, but, I havenât got one iota of a clue what in the heck âthe LGBTQ-type of unicornâ even means.
In case you forgot, I have Kannerâs Syndrome (the type of Autism aka Low Functioning Autistic Savant, seen in the movies RainMan and Whatâs Eating Gilbert Grape) and so I use correct dictionary definitions of words. I do not know use metaphor, similes, euphemisms, riddles, puzzles, slang, or any other types of hidden meanings. If you want to be all cutsy-wootsy stupid patootsie and slap your clever little slang meanings sex crazed euphanisms onto words, you go right ahead, but donât expect me to understand what the fuck you are talking about if you do. A Unicorn is a type of mythical creature. A Unicorn is a horse. And I think you got to be pretty damned fucking retarded, a hell of a lot way more retarded then I even am, to not know that the word Unicorn means âone horned horseâ. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun and BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, is a one horned horse who takes an Elf form because he fell in love with Quaraun, who is an Elf. And in case you hadnât noticed: I am a 5th generation Mormon, I am also asexual, find sex deplorable, and have never written a sex scene in my life. My series is written for children. My primary reader base are children 12 to 16 years old. So please take your head out of the gutter and stop trying to slap your own sex crazed perversions on to my character. Okay? 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen and printed by HeroForge.
King Gwallmaiic, also known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, is the Phooka Lich King with is the King of the Realm of Fae, leader of The UnSeelie Court. In his true form he is a small purple pony with a gleaming silver horn.
Before Quaraun rose to power as The Pink Necromancer, King Gwallmaiic was feared as the worldâs most powerful and most evil mage. He is a Phooka, a type of Trickster Faerie who wields mind control magic, illusions, glimmer spells, and is regarded as the most deadly of the Faerie Chefs. While he makes succulent feasts for his friends, he also bakes toxic, deadly, poisonous feasts for his foes.
One should never take food from Faeries in general, but the Elf Eater especially. Unfortunately for his victims, who often find themselves cooked in his meals, the allure of his food is a temptation few have the will power to say no to.
BoomFuzzy is morbid, and sees the dark, gloomy, depressive side of things. He is bold and vulgar, swears often, makes constant jokes, pulls pranks, and is always making people laugh; but his jovial nature is a public front, a mask to try to hide how he truly feels. He is often sad, suffers from depression, and is in need of cheering up.
Being a Lich (a type of ghost) he is prone to think about death a lot and compare everything to the afterlife. He frequently speaks of lost souls and eternal darkness.
BoomFuzzy also has a fierce protective side. He deeply loves Quaraun with an extremely obsessive-possessive nature. He is prone to bouts of jealousy, and he wonât think twice about pummelling anyone who threatens Quaraun.
Though small and blind, BoomFuzzy is much, much, much stronger then he looks. A fierce warlord, and a dangerous Lich King, BoomFuzzy wields ice magic, frost magic, and can control the weather, causing blizzards and storms.
BoomFuzzy has a massive collection of crystal skulls. He believes crystal skulls house immense magic powers. He is power hungry and always on the lookout for gemstones, crystals, amulets, crystal skulls, and magic items.
But as a master chef, food takes centre stage for him. He sees the potential for new dishes to make and tries constantly. Everything reminds him of food. He spends hours testing out new ingredients and trying new recipes. He finds the most joy in life when he is working in his food truck.
BoomFuzzy is legally blind, but has some vision if something is close enough to him. He can make out blurred versions of things if they are about eight inches from his nose. He can see bright colours, can tell day/light from night/dark. Most of the world is a grey blur to him. He frequently requires help from either Quaraun or GhoulSpawn to get around in strange/unfamiliar places.
Due to his lack of vision, he tends to walk very close to Quaraun, relying on Quaraunâs guidance for where to walk in unfamiliar places.
At home in his Gingerbread House, his food truck, Quaraunâs pink silk tent, the lighthouse, or onboard their riverboat, BoomFuzzy generally moves around unaided, with ease, unless someone moves the furniture around without telling him.
After GhoulSpawn joined up with Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, BoomFuzzy is often seen wearing various steampunk/cyberpunk goggles, which vastly improve his vision. They are made by GhoulSpawn, who keeps making new ones in an attempt to improve BoomFuzzyâs sight.
BoomFuzzyâs real name is King Gwallmaiic. He is the King of the Realm of Fae, the King of The UnSeelie Court. He is a black man from Papua New Guinea who grew up in Scotland. His father was a Phooka but his mother was a Human.
He always wears a black silk hakama.
He wears a black and purple plaid tartan great kilt over his hakama, wearing it like a sari wrap and cape shoulder drape. The tartan symbolizes his royal nature, identifying him as a king.
Strangers immediately recognize him as a king because of his tartan. The tartan is a very important part of his heritage and is never used as a rag or apron. He has long grey dreadlocks plaited with purple silk cloutie ribbons. BoomFuzzy is very short, only five feet one inch tall. He is often mean to Humans and sees Humans as lesser beings.
After a comet struck the moon in 2525, causing the ice age to wipe out most all life on Earth, BoomFuzzy marched The UnSeelie Court across the planet, mass murdering every king, president, mayor, town manager and other government official on the entire planet, ultimately crowning himself King of the World, a title he held for 2,000 years.
BoomFuzzy can look at a river and hope to find gemstones in the riverbed.
BoomFuzzy can see a shell and start hunting for more nearby to steam for supper.
BoomFuzzy can look at a flower and feel sad because it will soon wither and die.BoomFuzzy does not appear in every story, all stories on Medium featuring BoomFuzzy can be found here:
GhoulSpawn The Sheep Demon who was Isekaiâd into this world: A Satyr-like Cotswold SheepGhoulSpawn, Quaraunâs secondary husband and BoomFuzzyâs lover. GhoulSpawnâs father was an Electric Eel Merman and his mother was a Sun Elf. He was born an actual baby lamb, and gets progressively more âhuman likeâ as he gets older. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸GhoulSpawn as The Gremlin, seen here with BoomFuzzy as BlackBird, and BoomFuzzyâs BubbleGum Bunnies and Squirrals. 3d printed figurine by Wendy Chstine Allen.
GhoulSpawn is a Sheep Demon, similar to a satyr.
GhoulSpawn has yellow eyes. GhoulSpawn wears glasses. GhoulSpawn wears a long yellow and orange tie-dyed caftan to hide his digitigrade legs and cloven hooves because Humans are scared of Demons. GhoulSpawn wears a long, floor-sweeping dark green velvet frock coat that is lined with dozens of pockets, each pocket being a bag of holding.
GhoulSpawn is very tall, six feet two inches. He resembles a satyr and has long golden fleece growing from his legs. He has three pairs of sheep ram horns growing from his head, making him look over seven feet tall. Humans are terrified of him because of what he looks like, but he is completely harmless, very gentle, and kind to everyone⌠and would have stayed that way had he not been beaten up, teased, and bullied by every Human he encountered.
GhoulSpawn is a no-nonsense, high IQ science nerd, brainiac, mega geek. He has a PhD in quantum physics and is the inventor of the time machine and time travel. GhoulSpawn struggles to understand art or literature, seeing them as foolish diversions. He is constantly thinking of mechanical gadgets to invent and build.
GhoulSpawn is always reading or thinking science thoughts. GhoulSpawn enjoys fixing things. GhoulSpawn likes working on cars, especially car engines. He turned his 1974 AMC Gremlin into a time machine.
GhoulSpawn is very shy, very quiet, very soft spoken, hugely anxiety prone, is easily frightened, has severe OCD, and when nervous turns to absentminded kleptomania putting things in his pockets, especially silverware and metal tools, without realizing heâs doing it.
GhoulSpawn is from 1978 and was isekiaed into Quaraun and BoomFuzzyâs 40th century era. GhoulSpawn becomes nostalgic when seeing things from his time period. BoomFuzzy considers things from the past to be silly.
*(ADDED NOTE: It was pointed out that people who do not read Furry Fiction, likely never heard the word isekia/isekiaed before. It is a Japanese word which means âaccidentally teleported to an alternate dimension, arriving in place that the teleported character did not intend to go to and did not know existedâ. It is a common theme/word/trope in the Fury Genre, the Yaoi Genre, and The Omegaverse Genre, but is uncommon elsewhere.)*
GhoulSpawnâs favourite drink is Moxie soda. He doesnât drink alcohol. He is a vegetarian and an animal rights activist. His favourite colour is orange.
GhoulSpawn has the most frail mental state and is only few scares away of going psycho deranged megalomanic super villain on the entire planetâââwhich, he does eventually do, when he later becomes the ArchDemon known as Checka.GhoulSpawn and Quaraun, height difference.
GhoulSpawn is a 6'2" Ursiug.
An Ursiug, for those who donât know Celtic Mythology, is a Welsh Faerie, similar to a Satyr or Faun, except they are a Cotswold sheep instead of a goat or deer.
Ursiugs are stated to be very shy, hide from Humans, wear long green coats to hide their lower sheep half, let their hair grow long and wild to hide their horns, and even go so far as to saw their horns off in an attempt to fit in with Human society.
Ursiugs are a type of UnSeelie Court (meaning solitary) Faerie who does not live in a community of Faeries (Seelie Court).
HmmmâŚAs I see it used incorrectly often⌠here is the CORRECT definition:
I donât know why, but for some reason, a lot of writers do not research the actual folklore of my people (I am Scottish). and write a lot of huge inaccuracies about the Fae. Seelie vs UnSeelie is a place where that happens a lot.For some reason, a lot of writers say:
âŚand that is just extremely incorrect on HUGE levels of, oh my god, what the fuck did they even research to come up with that shittasticly inaccurate definition of Seelie vs UnSeelie?Once again, as I see it used incorrectly often⌠here is the CORRECT definition:
GhoulSpawn is UnSeelie, meaning he is shy, introverted, and avoids Humans.
GhoulSpawn can look at a river and see ways to build a waterwheel to use as a source of electricity.
GhoulSpawn can see a shell and think of a way to turn it into a tool or utensil.
GhoulSpawn wonât even notice the flower, because heâs too busy looking up at the stars and wondering how to build a spacecraft so he can explore other planets.GhoulSpawn does not appear in every story, all stories on Medium featuring GhoulSpawn can be found here:
GhoulSpawn as Checkaâââthe crazed ArchDemon who declared humanity unfit and blew up the planet. Yep. Thatâs how the series ends. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun on Noodle Beach, BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck, GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Art by Wendy Christinne Allen.â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸
(TRIGGER WARNING: I suppose this requires some sort of a transgender trigger warning as Quaraun is a transgender character, something that is not brought up in many stories, as his being transgender is not a plot point, it just happens to be who he is, but that fact gets brought up once in a while, and Quaraunâs transgender nature seems to piss some people off, so here is a warning for the snowflakes who need such things: If you are vile, deplorable, hate mongering, bigoted, self righteous, holier than thou, transphobic dipshit dick, you should probably just walk away now; because the main character of this story is transgender and his existence is just going to upset you.
Quaraunâs transgender state is not mentioned in many stories, and it is never a plot point, but it gets brought up once in a while.
Quaraun is intersex, with both male and female genitals, neither fully formed. He has been pregnant twice in the series and has fathered 35 children over the course of the series.
Quaraun is bi-sexual at some points of his life, due to his own confusion over his identity. Though he is portrayed as gay throughout most of the series.
There are a few stories in the series where he is portrayed as female/her/she instead of male/he/him, due again, to the deep emotional turmoil, embarrassment, shame, and confusion he lives with over the intersex nature of his biological body.
Quaraunâs husband, BoomFuzzy and their lover GhoulSpawn are always portrayed as fully supportive of Quaraunâs transitions throughout the series.
By birth, he is neither fully male nor fully female, but he is better able to pass for male, and so does so.
However, he was initially raised as female, and did not start living life as a male until he was 75 years old, so lived his childhood and young adult years as a female, but in the time period of the series, he is elderly and now living as a male.
The sexuality of the characters is never a plot point in any story. However, some do-goody hyper gay haters have taken it upon themselves to make it an issue in my offline private life, thus the need for trigger warnings like this one.
These same gay haters have been spreading slander both offline and online calling the series âEroticaâ, which has resulted in many readers of Erotica to buy/read books in my series expecting Erotica and being deeply disappointed upon discovering that I am a Mormon and I do not write sex scenes, nor do I write sexual plots.
NEWSFLASH: gay does NOT = Erotica.
LIKEWISE: transgender does NOT = Erotica.
ALSO: intersex is a real medical condition and it does not = either âshemaleâ or Erotica.
If you came here expecting Erotica, sex fetishes, the sexual objectification of gay men/transgender people/or the intersex medical condition, you are going to be EXTREMELY disappointed.Quaraun, seen here with BoomFuzzy in his unicorn form and GhoulSpawn in his sheep form.Quaraunâs gold plated prosthetic hands can be seen here. They are difficult to draw, so I often do not draw them. Quaraun, who is also known as âThe Elf With Crippled Handsâ wears a variety of elaborate prosthetic hands, some with fancy jewels and carvings. His hands were crushed when he was still a child. The gloves encase his crippled hands, protecting them. He requires help from BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn to do things like brush his hair, or get dressed, due to his fake hands not being easily movable. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Close up on Quaraunâs pink pupiled blue eyes. This 3d printed figurine is only two inches tall and cost over $200 to have made. The figurines with 2 characters on a single stand cost over $400 to have printed up. They are NOT painted, rather they are 3d printed in full colour. You can make your own over on the HeroForge website. Just know that they are under two inches tall and cost over $200 PER character. HeroForge full colour 3D printing is uberly expensive. On the other hand, these same DnD TTRPG scale minis, can be printed up in grey scale for only around $25 each, and you can paint them yourself. 3d printed figurine of Quaraun designed by Wendy Christine Allen.BoomFuzzy and Quaraun with their crystal skulls. BoomFuzzyâs big fluffy horse tail can be seen in this image. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.GhoulSpawn & BoomFuzzy together. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.BoomFuzzy The Unicorn in his Unicorn form. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Meet The Setting:
Earth, 40th century.
After a comet hit the moon in 2525, causing a new ice age.
In Maineâs dystopian ice age, the moon is fractured & undead lobsters are serious problems.
While most of the world and everything from the 20th century are gone and forgotten, BoomFuzzy has found the ruins of both The Twinkie Factory in Biddeford, Maine and the Moxie Factory in Lisben Falls, Maine, and both factories have been rebuilt and Twinkies and Moxie are still in production in the 40th century, now being made by Faeries who use undead lobster zombie slaves to run the factories.Noodle Beach:
Formerly known as Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
In the 40th century it is vastly changed. Erosion has washed away most of the sand, leaving behind granite cliffs towering over 100 feet tall.
Black Tower sits perched on the highest peak. Black Tower is the haunted lighthouse formerly known as The Portland Headlight, and was formerly located in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. See info below about Black Tower for as to why/how the lighthouse moved locations.
Old Orchard Beach, was renamed Noodle Beach in the 40th century, due to the beach being the semi-permanent location of a noodle soup food truck named The Beach Noodle.The Beach Noodle:
A shape shifting 1968 VW Bus, that usually serves as a noodle soup food truck, known for its clam chowder, lobster rolls, whoopie pies, not-nog, and gingerbread cake.
Owned by Faerie Chef, BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, the food truck transforms into a gingerbread house that serves as a candy shop during the winter months when it is too cold to work out of a food truck.MoonSnail Cove:
Formerly known as The Town of Old Orchard Beach at The Old Orchard Beach, Maine.Silent Moore:
Formerly known as Scarborough Marsh, Scarborough, Maine. Silent Moore is walking distance from Black Tower, and is where BoomFuzzy heads to every morning to dig for clams to make clam chowder for his food truck.The glossy ibis in Silent MooreThe Coastal Merchant Trade Route:
Formerly known as The Eastern Trail, it is longer in the 40th century, now starting at The Rupa-Rupa Cloud Forest of Peru instead of Florida, and now ending in Ivujivik, Quebec, instead of Maine.
It takes Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn about 3 years to hike this no longer maintained dirt road.
After the comet strike of 2525, most of the paved highways became unusable, due to zombie infestation (the corpses of the dead, who died in their cars on the roadways at the time of the comet impact; and whom still wander back and forth on the paved roads now in the year 3999) leaving The Eastern Trail as the last usable road along the Atlantic coast.The Pink Silk Tent:
Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn, live in The Pink Silk Tent when they are travelling.
All 3 of them are merchents of a sort. They spend the winter months living at Black Tower, making the items to sell. Then spend the summer months traveling between The GodForsaken City and
Using Dr. Who TARDIS style technology, Quaraunâs Pink Silk Tent is much bigger on the inside. From the outside it reselmes a small puce and fuschisa striped yurt, big enough to seat 3 or 4 peopl. On the inside it is as large as a small 3 bedroom house.The GodForsaken City:
Formerly known as Boston. The GodForsaken City is not actually Boston, but rather a city that was built on top of New Boston; New Boston is the city that was built on top of Old Boston; Old Boston is the city which existed in the 21st century.ZooLock and his Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish, seen here walking through the streets of The GodForsaken City.The BioDome:
A huge leaded, stain glass structure that was built by The Diontite Scientists in 2525, after the comet fractured the Moon.
There were once many BioDomes, found in every region of every country, on every continent. Built by an alien race, who arrived on Earth just ahead of the comet, each of these massive stain glass structures contains a city inside of it; the city being a large farming community. Each BioDome was designed to serve as survival bunkers, to keep plants, animals, and people alive during the ice age that would be caused by the comet strike.
Unfortunately, shortly after the comet fractured the moon, strange blue crystals, dubbed The Crystal Plague, started growing every place that comet dust touched the Earthâs surface, and the crystals proved deadly to all who touched them, turning everything they came into contact with to crystal.
While 92% of all life on the planet succumbed to The Crystal Plague, some survived, developing an immunity to it, while others were mutated by it.
The ones who were mutated, became known as Elves, Faeries, or Demons, depending on the type of mutation they were inflicted by.
The infected, developed god-like powers, being dubbed as Mages. Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn are amoung the Infected.
The dead in these region, rose up as Zombies, Liches, Wraiths, Vampires, and other such creatures.
Now in the year 3999, there are twenty one billion undead roaming the Earth, only seven million survivors, and a fast growing race known as Faeries rising up to take over the planet, welding god like magic powers.
Survivors fled the BioDome regions, and the BioDomes fell into despair eventually become ancient ruins.
The last known, still functioning BioDome sits just off the shores of Noodle Beach, and is owned by Quaraun, who uses Undead Lobsters to run the factory like agriculture operation inside the dome.
This is why while of the planet has no ability to grow fruits, vegetables, or livestock, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn have constant access to vast supplies of fresh produce, allowing BoomFuzzy to have a monopoly on food production and Quaraun to have a monopoly on cloth/fabric/clothing production, while GhoulSpawn has corned the market on sheep and all things that come from sheep, including candles, wool, cheese, and milk.
The BioDome, and itâs allowing them to hold a monopoly over the worldâs food and textile industries, is what allowed the three of them to become the three reigning kings of the planet, and Quaraunâs eventually become SunTa The Grand High Emperor, King of The sun.The Bio-DomeThe Glass Forest:
A huge leaded, stain glass structure that was built by The Diontite Scientists in 2525, after the comet fractured the Moon.
Near each Bio-Dome, sits a vast Glass Forest, which defies all logic.
No one cane explain the existance of these alien structures, where trees are made out of leaded stain glass, huge blue crystals grow up out of the ground, and lamp-like trees, towering hundreds of feet over real trees, pulps with alien lights and glow like lamps.
The Glass Forests power the BioDomes, but know one knows how or why.
The Glass forests are the primary source of light on the planet, ever since the dust of the fractured moon blocked out the rays of sunlight from reaching the surface.
Like the BioDomes, nearly all the Glass Forests fell apart centuries ago and now lay in ruins, except for the last remaining Glass Forest at Noodle Beach, which powers Quaraunâs BioDome.The mysterious stain glass structures of The Glass ForestThe mysterious stain glass structures of The Glass ForestThe mysterious stain glass structures of The Glass ForestThe Boston Dig Site:
21st century Boston, now an archeological dig site, that is several miles deep underneath The GodForsaken City.
It is the primary source of all knowledge the 40th century has into Earthâs 20th/21st centuries.Pepper Valley:
Formerly known as Pepperell Mill Valley, Biddeford, Maine; Pepperell Square, Saco Maine; NorthDam Mill, Biddeford Maine, York Hill, Saco; Riverwalk, Saco, Maine; Mechanics Park, Biddeford, Maine; Rotary Park, Biddeford, Maine; Cliffard Park, Biddeford, Maine; and The MERK, Biddeford, Maine.Crystal Caves Beach Entrance:
Formerly known as The Thunder Hole, Acadia National Park, MaineThe Swamp of Death & Witch Hole Pond:
Formerly known as Park Loop Trail and Eagle Lake & Witch Pond, Acadia National Park, Maine
Home of both Baba Yaga and The RiverBoat ManWoman.TOOBE: (pronounced tube):
A sentient AI, built by the mad scientist Checka.One of TOOBEâs surveillance orbs
TOOBE lives in a TV set in a tavern in The GodForsaken City (formerly known as Boston), but has millions of flying orbs stationed all over the planet.
Most people live in mortal terror of electronics, TVs, cars, and computers, because the worldâs entire electric grid, internet grid, and all the satellites are full controlled by TOOBE.
Checka who lives in White Rock, has millions of TV screens in White Rock, where he monitors everyone on the last three remaining planets of the solar system. Checka, is GhoulSpawn, now thirteen thousand years old, and has realized he has the power of a god, and has taken over full control of EVERYTHING.
ZooLock (millias old), Checka (13k years old), Gremlin (500 years old), GhoulSpawn (65 years old), and Glinta (15 years old), are all the same person, and all exist on the planet at the same time, due to his tampering with time travel and causing a paradox. Each version of himself has to be careful to avoid contact with each other version of himself.
Checka, originally created TOOBE as a means of keeping track of where each version of himself was, so as to not come into contact with other versions of himself.
Thanks to TOOBE, cars drive themselves and are seen as monsters, wielded as weapons by The Diontite Scientists (the group of fellow deranged mad scientists, lead by Checka).
By the 40th century, most Humans have nearly all become paranoid offgrid extremist survival preppers, living near Medieval lifestyles, armed to the teeth with guns, terrified of doomsday comets, and ready to machine gun the shit out of every car, tv, computer, or hovering silver orb they see.Checka aka 13,000 year old GhoulSpawn, seen here with Toobe. 3d printed figurine by Wendy Christine AllenChecka aka 13,000 year old GhoulSpawn, seen here with Toobe. 3d printed figurine by Wendy Christine AllenMonster Houses:The Twighlight Manor:The Twighlight Manor, by day, looks like a perfectly normal manor house. Quaraun built it after The Battle of Ongadada. It is owned by Quaraunâs grandson Sir Roderic Swanzen. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.The Twighlight Manor by night, turns into a giant crab-like creature, and walks along the coast of Maine devouring tourists on Old Orchard Beach. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.The White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane:The White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane. sister house of The Twighlight Manor, it roams Northern Maine terrorizing citizens, the same way The Twighlight Manor does in Southern Maine. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.Black Tower:Formerly known as The Portland Headlight, Black Tower, aka Space Dock 13, is the unstable feral portal responsible for most of the time travel paradoxes to occur on the planet. It is Quaraunâs house during the winter months when snow is too deep to travel. Like The Twighlight Manor and White Rock, Black Tower transforms into a crab like monster and roams the rocky cliffs of Maine eating beach goers. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.Black Tower, monster form.The Blue Monkey:The Blue Monkey:The Blue Monkey, Quaraunâs haunted RiverBoat. Zombie hordes shambling along the shore. I asked Bingâs Copilot Designer AI to illustrate a picture of The Blue Monkey, and after more than 40 failed attempts (because it kept putting the paddle wheel in weird places like on the roof or on the deck) it finally spit out this which, is surprisingly pretty accurate to how the ship is described in the books. Exceptâââwhy are there American flags on the boat? WTF? Itâs the 40th century on an alien planet⌠uhm⌠ainât gonna find no American flags flying in this SpellJammer, time travelling, space travelling, flying star ship that doubles as a riverboat when not flying through the sky. Itâs still not quite right. Iâll keep trying and see if we can get a better result.
Ah, this one is somewhat better, still not right, but if you take the 2 boats in these 2 pictures and merge them together, youâd have The Blue Monkey:I asked Bingâs Copilot Designer AI to illustrate THIS STORY: (Blizzard) and this was what it gave me. It kind of looks like The Blue Monkey, buuuut, AI really does not understand where to put the wheel of a paddle steamerâââit goes on the back, because it pushes the boat ahead. Yet, AI keeps putting it on the front in these pictures. Other then the paddlewheel being in the wrong place, this is a really good picture, in terms of it is otherwise quite accurate to what The Blue Monkey looks like. The Blue Monkey is partly modelled after The Mark Twain (a paddlewheel steamer riverboat built in 1955 and owned by Disney- which can carry 400 guests), and partly off The Dimillioâs Floating Resturant-a former car carrier ferry cargo boat which as a restaurant ship can carry 600 guests (in Portland, Maine), both of those 2 boats are in the range of around 200 feet long and 60 feet wide, both with 3 decks, and I told the AI to make it look like a blend of those 2 real world ships, but painted blue, and, it actually combined those 2 real world boats to look like how I envisioned The Blue Monkey, really well.I have discovered that Medium has an annoyingly inefficient search system and unhelpful algorithm method of helping readers find anything over a few days old.Meaning, readers have a really hard time finding ANYTHING over 2 days old from ANY writer!
But then I also discovered that if I put a shit ton load of links at the end of my articles, readers liked the ease of being able to find more of my work to read without having to try to get Mediumâs search feature to find them.Sooo.. hereâs a shit ton load of links to more of my work on Medium. Enjoy!
Why do you write?
Answering a random question.medium.comAll the stories in this set which feature The Blue Monkey, can be found here:
Stories Featuring The Blue Monkey
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Stories With Black Tower
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Stories With The Undead Lobsters
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Encountering ghostly apparitions in the swamp đđ¸đŚ (A Story Poem set in The Swamp of Death)
-The Adventures of Quaraun The Insaneđđ¸đŚ| The Ultimate Writing Prompt Index: Tens of Thousands of Writing Promptsmedium.comâŚand here 2nd: (This page introduces the world history):
đ How do people in your world gain the ability to use magic?
World-building & Magic-building Lore For The Adventures of Quaraun The Insaneđđ¸đŚ â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸medium.comâŚand here after: (These pages give more world lore):
If youâve never read the novels, those 7 pages are enough character and world lore backstory to give you âbase understandingâ when reading the Short Stories on Medium.You can find all my Medium Edition Quaraun Drabbles here:
Drabblesâââ100 word stories and poems (mine)
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Poetry (Mine)
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All of my Lists, Publications, and Stories Featuring Quaraun & Crewmedium.comOver 100 Medium Writers take part in these Drabble and Twitter Fiction Challenges. Here is a List I made of some of my favourites by others, plus a list for longer short stories too:
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