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🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
What is the series about?
It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
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Quaraun sat perched on a frostbitten chunk of rebar jutting from the collapsed remains of a motorway overpass. His long pink silk robes pooled around his feet, glittering unnaturally beneath the dim neon glow of a malfunctioning streetlight. His twelve-foot-long silver hair coiled around his slender body, the venomous jellyfish tendrils twitching at the sound of distant footsteps crunching over frozen gravel.
The brittle wind howled through the ice-crusted ruins of the city, carrying with it the coppery stench of old blood and rot.
The mage’s crystal-blue eyes narrowed.
Someone was following them.
BoomFuzzy’s heavy boots clinked against the ice as he trudged toward Quaraun, his broad figure wrapped in layers of tattered purple tartan and black leather. His long grey dreadlocks, crusted with frost, hung over his shoulders like frozen ropes. Steam curled from his mouth as he spoke.
“Ya hear that, CupCake?” BoomFuzzy asked, his gold-plated teeth flashing in the half-light. “Footsteps. No’ one of ours, aye?”
Quaraun’s rabbit-like ears twitched, the delicate silver chains connecting his earrings to his nose rings tinkling softly.
“No. Human. Armed.” He paused, lips curling downward. “Three. No — four of them. Closing in.”
BoomFuzzy’s hand drifted to his hip where his laser wand hung.
“Well, tha’s no’ friendly-like, now is it?”
GhoulSpawn appeared from behind a crumbling column, his huge horns scraping against the frozen concrete as he ducked under it. His green velvet Fagin coat flapped open, revealing an orange caftan layered with scavenged tech devices and half-eaten Twinkies stuffed into various pockets.
“Uh… guys?” GhoulSpawn’s golden-furred lamb ears flicked nervously. “I’m getting, like, serious murder vibes here.” His hooves clopped against the frozen ground as he edged closer. “Should we, uh, bounce?”
“Not yet.” Quaraun slid from the rebar and leaned on his cane. His silver hair writhed across the frozen ground, glinting in the streetlight’s flicker. “Let them come. We shall find out what they want.”
And come they did.
Four men emerged from the fog.
Thin, half-starved Humans in patchwork tactical gear, faces hidden beneath metal masks and tattered scarves. They each held crude, makeshift guns cobbled together from pipes and salvaged parts.
The leader, taller than the others, aimed his weapon directly at Quaraun’s head.
“Give us the goods, Elf.”
Quaraun arched a delicate brow.
“What goods?”
“The tech,” the man growled.
“Tech?”
“We saw your caravan. We know you’ve got the pre-comet tech in there. Hand it over, or we start shooting.”
BoomFuzzy chuckled darkly.
“Ya think a’ gun’s gonna do any good against us, Laddie? We’re The UnSeelie Court. And I’m a Lich. I died three hundred years ago!”
“Try it,” Quaraun said softly, lifting his cane. His venomous tentacle-hair lashed out like a whip, striking the ground with a wet slap. “You shall regret it.”
The man hesitated. His gun wavered.
“Give it back to us!”
“Give it back?” Quaraun asked. Confused. “Give what back? What are you talking about? We do not have anything of yours.”
GhoulSpawn’s golden pleco eyes widened.
“Uh, guys, I think I know why they’re here.” He fished around in his coat and pulled out a small, rusted metal box. “I kinda… might have… stolen this.”
BoomFuzzy glared at him.
“Ghouly…”
“In my defence, it looked abandoned!” GhoulSpawn protested. “I mean, the world is in ruins. We scavage every building we go through. How was I to know it belonged to anyone?”
He flipped the lid open, revealing a sleek black panel embedded with glowing blue lines. The symbols etched into it were ancient — pre-comet encryption code.
“A high-level security key,” Quaraun whispered. His delicate fingers traced the edge of the panel. “To what?”
“That’s what I’m saying!” GhoulSpawn’s voice pitched upward. “I dunno! But it was just, like, sitting there in a wrecked server farm! So I figured — “
“You figured you’d steal it and maybe bring down what’s left of the Human race?” BoomFuzzy growled.
“I thought I could use it on the BioDome. Take it apart. Maybe fix the computer system. Get the rain simulation sprinklers working again.”
Quaraun’s eyes sharpened.
“They are not here to steal it back. They are here to prevent us from using it. That means it enables something important.”
“What’s it enable?” BoomFuzzy asked, stepping closer to Quaraun, his purple tail twitching.
“I do not know.” Quaraun turned the box over in his hands. His tentacles flicked uneasily. “But someone fears it enough to kill for it.”
“Enough talking!”
The leader raised his gun.
BoomFuzzy moved fast. His Glimmer Wand flashed, and a burst of white light exploded from its tip. The street filled with shimmering holographic duplicates of BoomFuzzy — dozens of purple-clad warriors laughing in the icy fog.
Quaraun flicked his cane upward, his Rainbow Wand snapping into his hand from within the hollow shaft. He thumbed the orange rune. A laser beam of searing heat erupted from the tip, melting the gun barrel clean off.
The other three men scrambled backward, firing wildly.
GhoulSpawn yelped and threw his arms over his head. One bullet ricocheted off his curved horn with a loud clang.
“Ow! Hey! That was rude!”
BoomFuzzy’s illusion army closed in, confusing the attackers.
Quaraun’s tentacle-hair shot forward, wrapping around the leader’s throat. The man gagged, dropping his broken weapon.
Quaraun’s pale blue eyes glinted coldly.
“You wanted to kill me?” Quaraun’s voice was soft. “How very foolish of you. I am The Pink Necromancer. You can not kill me. But I will certainly kill you.”
“Wait!” the man croaked. “You don’t know what you’ve got!”
Quaraun’s hair tightened.
“Explain.”
“It’s… it’s a control key!” the man choked out. “For the Grid!”
Quaraun’s eyes widened.
“The Grid is dead.”
“Not… not completely…” the Human gasped. “That key… enables… the core network…”
“Toobe?”
“Yeah. We stole it from Checka’s compound.”
“That is the key to controlling Toobe?”
“Yeah. It’s the heart of Tobbe. Without it the AI can’t function.”
Quaraun released him. The man collapsed, gasping.
“Well,” BoomFuzzy said, stepping over the Human’s writhing form. His long fluffy purple tail twitching with excitement. “Tha’ certainly sounds important.”
Quaraun examined the box again.
“If it enables Toobe’s Grid… we could gain control of the entire electrical network of the entire planet. We could control Toobe.”
“Toobe?” GhoulSpawn squeaked. “The rouge AI overlord that, like, killed off all the people in the cities?”
“Yes.”
“You want to gain control of that?”
“Yes.”
GhoulSpawn swallowed.
“That could mean access to old-world systems. Defence codes. Weapons. Medical data — “
“Maybe stuff from my time?” GhoulSpawn asked. “Maybe there would be something to help me get back to my time. Or…”
“Or the remaining satellites,” Quaraun whispered. His hand curled around the box. “If we could enable Toobe’s Grid, we could gain control of all three of the Triple Planets. I could control The Triple Planets with this. Every planet inhabited by Humans, would be at my mercy.”
“Or enable the ones who destroyed it,” BoomFuzzy pointed out.
GhoulSpawn rubbed his horns nervously.
“So… what’s the plan?”
Quaraun tucked the box into his robe.
“We take it to the camp. We study it. We find out what it does.”
“And if it’s bad?”
“Then we disable it.”
“And if we can’t?” BoomFuzzy asked.
Quaraun smiled thinly.
“Then we run.”
The leader groaned on the ground as Quaraun turned away. His tentacle-hair flicked, splattering venom into the snow.
“What about him?”
“Leave him.”
“What if he comes after us?” GhoulSpawn asked.
“He will not,” Quaraun said coldly. “If he values his life.”
As they walked back toward the caravan, BoomFuzzy draped an arm around Quaraun’s slender shoulders.
“Yer plannin’ somethin’ dangerous again, aren’t ya, CupCake?”
Quaraun’s foot long rabbitty ears twitched.
“Yes.”
“And ya know we’ll follow ya, no matter what?”
“Yes.”
BoomFuzzy’s gold-toothed grin widened.
“Good. Sounds fun. That’s why I like following ya high polluting pink arse. Ya always know how to have fun.”
GhoulSpawn sighed.
“Yeah… I have a bad feeling about this.”
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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
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
🌸🦄🌸 This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry, that I have been writing & publishing since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works. 🌸🦄🌸
The series is a blend of the following genres, themes, and topics:
40th Century Dystopian Maine | Absurdist | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Autistic protagonist | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bizzarro | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Character-driven worldbuilding | Character Study | Cosmic Horror | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Fiction | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Domestic Fiction | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | Evil Elves | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Exotic Alien Planets | Faerie King | Faeries | Family Saga | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Found Family | FrostPunk | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gothic Literature | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Main Characters | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Intersex Main Character | Isekai | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Magical Realism | Married Gay Couple | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Mini Story | MM Romance | MMM Romance | New Weird | Neurodivergent main character | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | Paranoid Fiction | Parallel Universe | Poly Gay Romance | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Soap Opera | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | SuperVillain PoV | Survivalism | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | Third-person limited | Time Travel | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Villain Main Characters | Vignette | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Why Choose - Poly Romance | Zombie Apocalypse | And probably more.
I don't exactly stick to one genre and I'm constantly experimenting with new genres and new writing styles. If you don't know the meanings of any of those genres, Google can help you, I should probably make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
🌸🦄🌸LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, regardless of what genre each individual story within it may be; meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, a lot of characters having existential crisis, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series, that focuses largely on three non-Human bumbling wizard super villains and their often ridiculous attempts to take over Humanity.
Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or usually just a single sliver of a single hour) in Quaraun's life.
This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.
*shrug*
I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.
Character driven fiction is highly uncommon in the fiction world, readers who are used to reading fast paced, plot driven stories WILL find their panties in a twist, if they never encountered slow moving, plotless fiction before.
This is Character driven Slice of Life fiction and does not follow the Western publishing norms of either plots or 3 act structures (beginning/middle/end).
I use the Japanese 4 act structure (aka kishōtenketsu - Introduction/Development/Twist/Conclusion), which does not start at the beginning and is left open ended without clear resolutions.
It's kind of a sometimes Cozy, sometimes semi-Erotic, sometimes borderline spatter punk gorn, usually deranged bickering lover's spat Fae-punk horror series about Quaraun, a fragile, volatile autistic necromancer, and his hypersexual undead pastry chef lover surviving a frozen post-apocalypse. An autistic necromancer battles inner chaos, eldritch threats, and love in this tender, darkly whimsical cozy fantasy on an ice age planet. A genderfluid Moon Elf necromancer and his undead Fae lover navigate grief, magic, and quiet apocalypse in a queer gothic fantasy world ruled by Fae. It's weird. Venomous jellyfish hair. Gingerbread swords. Sweet cuddles jutixpointed against fire, blood, magic, and venom. Undead lobsters. Undead moose. Psychotic evil Elves. Welcome to the gentle madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. A soft-spoken necromancer drifts through frozen forests, haunted kitchens, and forgotten spells in a quiet saga of grief, love, and magic. After the fall of the Human world, a fragile Elven mage clings to love and ritual in a world of snow, silence, undead moose, and pink silk curses. Fae-punk, cozy horror, autistic protagonist, queer necromancer, UnSeelie Court—Quaraun's magical survival story unfolds in icy solitude. Fucked-up sensuality with claws, in a world where roses bite and dust bunnies kill, Quaraun—the broken Elfin necromancer—shelters with his ghostly Fae lover and sentient kitchen. But raw, damaged, obsessed, unstable beings in a hostile world where civilization has been erased, not rebuilding. BoomFuzzy who kills over a miscooked mushroom and Quaraun who rants for 2 pages about the word 'insane' and why he isn't. All are domestic, darkly romantic, usually set in the lighthouse or food truck, from Quaraun’s POV. Quaraun is neurotic, obsessive, and overwhelmed. BoomFuzzy is lewd, sharp, dangerously charming 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
This page, including all art, photos, and text was written & created by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All Rights Reserved.