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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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(TW: Dark Romance, Lover's Triangle, MPreg, & Domestic Abuse)
NOTEâ-âif you've not read it yet, this novelette contains MAJOR SPOILERS for the novel "GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover". This story takes place between middle chapters of that novel.
This story is set about thirty years before all the other stories in this volume, and is the first baby fathered by GhoulSpawn.
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.
(TW: Dark Romance, Lover's Triangle, MPreg, & Domestic Abuse)
NOTEâ-âif you've not read it yet, this novelette contains MAJOR SPOILERS for the novel "GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover". This story takes place between middle chapters of that novel.
This story is set about thirty years before all the other stories in this volume, and is the first baby fathered by GhoulSpawn.
Broken skyscrapers leaned like brittle skeletons, their jagged edges piercing the ashen sky. Ice coated everything in a shimmering glaze, reflecting the faint, cold light that seeped through the grey haze. The streets were silent except for the mournful wail of the wind, carrying with it the distant, guttural moans of the undead. Cracks ran through the frozen pavement, splitting the road into jagged slabs. Shadows of crumbling walls loomed like ancient sentinels over the lifeless streets.
Hidden among the silk tents, Phookas' sharp gazes flicked toward the fight, their expressions unreadable. Phookas with dark, glossy skin crouched in shadow, peering from tent flaps, their glowing eyes fixed on the chaos.
Kelpies shifted uneasily, their frost-bitten hooves cracking the icy ground. Kelpies lingered near icy puddles, their breath forming clouds in the frosty air.
Leprechauns whispered among themselves, ducking behind tattered silks for cover. A few Leprechauns huddled beneath a wagon's wheel, barely peeking out, while Goblins jeered, coins clinking as they traded bets. Goblins laughed raucously, exchanging coins as they wagered bets, while Gnomes cowered behind the rusting carcass of an ancient car, their wide eyes darting between the fighters and the frenzied crowd. Gnomes shrank further into the shadows, holding their breath.
The atmosphere was electric, tense, as the chaotic sounds of the fight echoed off the frozen ruins surrounding them.
"I am just trying to help," Quaraun said, frustrated.
"Ya help," BoomFuzzy yelled, while pointing the obsidian blade inched from Quaraun's nose. "By sitting yar arse down and making sure nothing happened to that baby."
"The baby is finâ-â"
"The baby is due any day, now sit!"
"It is my baby!"
"And you're MY wife, and I say sit!"
"I am notâ-â"
"Bah! Ya don't want people to know ya female, I know! But ya 9 months pregnant waddling around like an overstuffed watermelon, kind of hard to hide what yar are right now. And it ain't my baby, so I can say whatever the hell I want to you. I am the King, not you. Ya ain't the right to order me around, Elf; but I have the right to have ya chained to that fucking chair, if yar don't sit ya arse in it right now."
Without another word, Quaraun immediately sat down. He did not take his eyes off the obsidian blade as it waved dangerously close to his nose. He was scared of BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy had every right to be angry. It was GhoulSpawn's baby after all.
The massive camp sprawled across the frozen parking lot, a bustling city of silk tents and painted vardos arranged in concentric circles. Smoke from dozens of fires curled into the icy air, carrying the mingled scents of roasting roots, spiced vegetables, and freshly baked bread.
At the heart of it all, the grand cooking setup bustled with activityâ-âGoblins and Gnomes darting about under BoomFuzzy's sharp commands, stirring cauldrons and stacking platters. The clang of pots and knives added to the cacophony.
Frost crept up the remnants of steel beams, encasing them in crystalline sheaths that glittered faintly in the dim light. Comet dust clouded the horizon, painting the city in a perpetual twilight of smudged greys and silvers. Silence, heavy and oppressive, blanketed the ruins, broken only by the faint, staggering shuffle of unseen zombies. Their groans drifted on the breeze, a chilling reminder of the city's dark inhabitants.
BoomFuzzy stood at the centre, his long grey dreadlocks swinging as he barked orders. His tartan sash hung loose, and his obsidian blade glinted dangerously in his hand. His voice boomed above the din, commanding absolute attention.
"Get this mess cleaned up, now!" BoomFuzzy growled at a startled Goblin who had fumbled a ladle. "I'll no' have Quaraun tripping over yer clumsiness!"
Quaraun sat stiffly on a low stool nearby, his expression a mix of embarrassment and unease. His long pink silk robes trailed in the snow, his silver jellyfish hair coiled neatly over his shoulders, but even his regal appearance did little to mask his discomfort. Around him, his thirty-seven handmaidens fluttered like nervous sparrows, darting glances at BoomFuzzy while fussing over Quaraun's every move.
The ruins of the mall loomed in the distance, skeletal trees bursting through its collapsed roof. Around it, life thrived in stark contrastâ-âbrightly coloured tents and vardos clustered amidst the wreckage, surrounded by snow-buried cars. Flames crackled in fire pits, their warmth barely cutting the icy chill of the wind.
"Your Majesty, please calm down," one of the braver handmaidens ventured, her voice trembling.
"Calm down?" BoomFuzzy snarled, rounding on her with a glare that sent her scurrying behind the others. "He's sittin' there like nothin's wrong! Does he even care what he's done?"
Quaraun flinched but said nothing. He kept his gaze fixed on his lap, his mechanical hands clutching the edge of his robe. The camp had gone quiet around them, hundreds of Faerie eyes stealing glances at the scene from the shadows of tents and vardos.
The UnSeelie Court was used to BoomFuzzy's tempers, but this was different. This was personal. The King was lashing out at his royal court mage, Quaraun. The Pink Necromancer. While they often bickered, it was never truly fighting. No real threats were ever made. And they were quick to kiss and make up. BoomFuzzy adored Quaraun, doted on him. But now, the Faerie king was ready to kill the Elf. And he would, if no one did anything to stop him.
King Gwallmaiic went through spouses faster then a quick change artist changed costumes. The UnSeelie Court had witnessed many a spouse brutally torn apart and eaten by the crazed Phooka, and the scene unfolding now was reaching that level.
Frost clung to every surface as campfires flickered across the vast expanse of the frozen parking lot. Silk tents shimmered like jewels beneath the dusty twilight, their vibrant colours defiant against the gloom. The old mall loomed, a ghost of another era, while life bustled in the smoky, fire-lit encampment below.
Half the Faeries in the caravan were making bets on who the King would kill first: Quaraun or GhoulSpawn.
"You think you can lie ta me?" BoomFuzzy growled, pacing in front of Quaraun like a predator sizing up its prey. The obsidian knife gleamed in his hand, and his voice grew louder with each word. "You think I would na notice? That baby isn't mine!" He slammed the knife into the wooden table beside Quaraun, making the handmaidens shriek and rush forward to shield the Elf.
"Please, Unicorn," Quaraun whispered, barely audible. "Let us not make a scene."
"A scene?" BoomFuzzy's laugh was sharp and humourless. "Ya made a scene the moment ya let that Sheep Demon near ya near ya slutty arse, you fucking whore!"
On the far edge of the campfire, GhoulSpawn lingered in the shadows, his green coat pulled tightly around him. He avoided BoomFuzzy's gaze, his golden eyes flicking nervously between the Faerie king and Quaraun. The Sheep Demon's usual bravado had all but vanished under the weight of BoomFuzzy's fury. He was half ready to run, but he had no clue where he could run to.
"I should skin 'im alive!" BoomFuzzy roared, turning toward the edge of the fire where GhoulSpawn stood. The Sheep Demon stiffened, his horns catching the firelight as he took a cautious step back.
"Unicorn, stop!" Quaraun's voice cracked, and he lurched to his feet, nearly stumbling as his lame leg gave out beneath him. His hair lashed around him like living tendrils, his emotions manifesting through the Thullid's influence. "Please," he said again, his voice softer now, pleading. "Do not hurt him. This is my fault."
BoomFuzzy froze, his knife poised mid-air. His silver eyes locked onto Quaraun, narrowing.
"Yer fault, aye? What'd he do, trip and fall into your fucking cunt? He's clumsy enough, I'd believe that actually. I should skin the damn Goat! And your slutty adulteress arse!" he said, his voice quieter now, but no less dangerous. "And what do ya think I should do about that, eh? What punishment do ya think ya deserve for betraying me?"
The handmaidens clustered tighter around Quaraun, their tiny forms creating a protective barrier between him and the furious Faerie king.
"The Pink Necromancer must not be harmed!" one of them piped up, her voice trembling. "He is carrying a royal heirâ-â"
"Not my heir," BoomFuzzy snapped, cutting her off. "And he'll no' be carryin' anything if he doesn't start showin' some respect! You think I never killed a pregnant woman before? I am King Gwallmaiic, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, gutting pregnant women and roasting their babies like suckling pigs is what I'm known for! I've had hundreds of wives before you Quaraun! All Elves! And every fucking one of them double crossed me, where do you think they all went? I ate every damned one of them! Why do you think people call me The Elf Eater?! Are you that arrogant that you thought you could double cross me and I wouldn't do anything about it?"
The tension crackled like a storm about to break. Quaraun lowered himself back onto the stool, his body trembling.
Tattered silk tents and painted vardos huddled together in sprawling circles over the cracked, frozen asphalt of the old mall parking lot. Rusted cars and shattered concrete framed the edges, overtaken by ice. Smoke spiralled from makeshift fires, mingling with the scent of cooked meat and charred wood in the frigid air.
Clusters of Phookas leaned from tent poles, their dark forms barely visible against the gloom. Kelpies prowled near frozen puddles, their movements liquid and predatory. Leprechauns crouched low, whispering frantically as they stole glimpses of the fight. Goblins danced with excitement, jingling coins in their clawed hands, while trembling Gnomes huddled, their faces pale against the icy backdrop. The crowd bristled with anticipation, the frosty air thick with smoke, tension, and unspoken fears.
"I do respect you," he said quietly, his voice almost lost in the wind. "I love you."
"Yar got a funny way of showing it."
BoomFuzzy's expression flickered, the anger in his eyes momentarily giving way to something softerâ-âhurt, perhaps. He turned away, his shoulders heaving as he struggled to contain the tempest of emotions swirling within him.
"Get him outta my sight," he growled at the handmaidens. "Before I do somethin' I regret."
The Goblins and Gnomes watched in silence as the handmaidens hurried Quaraun away, their whispers lost in the wind. BoomFuzzy remained by the fire, his grip tightening on the knife as he stared into the flames. The camp slowly came back to life around him, but the tension lingered, a reminder of the King's wrath and the fragility of peace in the UnSeelie Court.
The city whispered of decay. Glassless windows stared like hollow eyes from towers long since abandoned, their concrete frames crumbling under the weight of time and frost. Frostbitten cars sat entombed in snowdrifts, their rusted shells hidden beneath layers of ice. A moan, low and sorrowful, echoed from deep within the ruins, sending shivers through the frosty air. The wind keened through empty alleys, rattling loose debris, a ghostly song lost to the ever-present twilight.
*** *** ***
Later that night, after everyone had returned to their tents, Quaraun stood in his handmaids' tent, in front of the mirror, staring at his scars. His pink silk kimono lay discarded on the floor, as were his bindings, something he rarely removed. He ran his mechanical gold plated prosthetic fingers down the old scars covering the mutilated remains of his breasts. Then the new scar, on his belly. So close to the baby. The knife had come so close to killing his unborn baby.
"Are you al'right milord?" one of the handmaiden's asked.
"This scar was not here a year ago. It is new."
"I know milord."
"He stabbed me. He was trying to kill GhoulSpawn. I tried to stop him. The knife was meant for GhoulSpawn. I got in the way. It came so close to the baby. The knife could have killed my baby before I even knew I was carrying it. I did not know I was pregnant when he stabbed me. And I was in a coma for over a month. Recovering for three months after I woke up. And that whole time, I had no clue I was pregnant. The baby is due any day now, and I am still not fully recovered from my injuries."
"You should rest milord. As you said, you've not yet fully recovered from your injuries and you need your strength if you are to survive labour."
"Look at my breasts. They were hacked to ribbons. I can not feed my own children. Do you know what that is like?"
"No, milord."
"My father did this to me. I was not even yet an adult. He wanted a son. My mother was dead. No hope of more children. All my siblings were female. And I was this. A pair of twins fused in the womb to become one body, both male and female. Half these children I fathered in my wives, the other other half my husbands fathered in me. My breasts scared to ruins. I can both father children in others and give birth to children myself, but I can not feed any of them because of these scars. He chopped off my breasts the same time he crushed my hands."
Quaraun held up his delicate crippled hands, encased in their mechanical gold plated prosthetic gloves, then slid then down to his swollen belly.
"This one is due any day and I do not know who the father is."
"Is it not the King, milord?"
"I do not know. Or rather, I am certain it is not. It is Glintaâs child. I... I do not know how to deal with this."
"Does he know, the King, that he might not be the child's father? Is that what the fight was about tonight?"
"Yes. I told him."
"How did he take that?"
"You were there. You saw it yourself."
"And GhoulSpawn? Is he the father?"
"I think so. I woke up from the coma pregnant. And I was in a coma, because Unicorn caught me in bed with GhoulSpawn. He beat the hell out of Glinta. He was gonna kill him. I tried to stop him, knife went into my belly instead. Made him worse, he slammed my head into a rock. He wouldn't stop. My blood sent him into a frenzy. Glinta tried to stop him. But he's a Lich. He's so strong. He had his hands round my throat, strangling me, slamming my head onto a granite boulder that was there. Next thing I knew, I am waking up out of a coma, six months pregnant. He tried to kill me and he was mad like that again tonight. I do not know who the baby's father is, because I do not know when I got pregnant. I assume, GhoulSpawn is the father, because, I was having sex with GhoulSpawn minutes before Unicorn beat me into a coma. It was why he beat me into a coma."
"Does he know? GhoulSpawn. Does he know the baby's his?"
"He wants nothing to do with it."
"Nothing?"
"No one wants me to have this baby. Everyone hates it and it's not even born yet. It's not the baby's fault."
"GhoulSpawn does not want his own child?"
"He hates children. You know that."
"Even his own?"
"Especially his own. He has several children. They all have different mothers. All married women. His theory is, if she has a husband, he does not have to take care of it."
"That is terrible, milord."
"Yes. But I knew that about him before I invited him to join our caravan. I knew Glinta was attracted to me. I did not think it would ever go anywhere. I thought my love for Unicorn was strong enoughââ
âDoes the Satyr love you?â
âI do not know. He lusts for me, but lust is different from love.â
âWill you keep the baby?â
âYes. And Unicorn has stated he will keep any child I give birth too, regardless of who the father is."
"He loves you, sir."
"I know. And I love him. I should never have cheated on him. I do not know why I did."
"Satyrs have that effect on people.â
âI am an Elf. I thought I had the mental strength to resit the temptations of a Satyr.â
âThey are lusty creatures. I doubt there a female in the camp who hasn't been to bed with GhoulSpawn. That seems to be what he spends most of his time doing. At this rate he'll have every female in the camp pregnant."
"He does like fucking everyone he gets near."
"It's why people avoid Satyrs. You never see Satyrs living in communities. They are too wild and sex crazy. Everyone always chases them out."
"I know," Quaraun agreed. âGlinta was being chased by a mob of angry husbands when we met him. He had half the town pregnant and all the husbands of the pregnant women had been away for months. Came back to find a Sheep Demon in town and a bunch of pregnant wives whose husbands had not been there. With the reputation Glinta had when we met him, I am surprised Unicorn let him stay with us.â
"He is a good King."
"People outside our community do not think so."
"That is only because he does whatever he must to protect us. As any fierce warrior king should do. A king is not doing his job, if neighbouring kingdoms do not fear him. He protects us. We are his people. Every king who is said to be evil, is only evil in the eyes of his enemies. To his people, he is their protector. He would be a bad king only if he did not look out for us."
"No. You are correct. Unicorn is a good King. He will never let any harm come to any of us."
"He protects us."
"He is so dangerous," Quaraun said.
"The King?"
"Yes. I was scared he was going to kill me tonight."
"He IS the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. You must have known that when you married him. His reputation. His brutality. He was not born royalty. The world died. The comet strike changed everything. Governments fell. No political leader had the courage to stand on his own against the mobs, the zombies. Gwallmaiic was a chef. A simple candy maker and cake decorator. He wasnât made for royalty,, he was not a leader. But he became one. He couldnât stand back and watch his people die at the hands of Humans and zombies, so he took charge and did what he had to do to keep us safe. It mad him mean. And cruel. Surviving Armageddon does that. And he loved Gibedon. They were together a long time, you know."
âI know. I did not then, but I know now. But Gibedon did not love him.â
âWe all know that now. But think how that makes him feel. He loved Gibedon. He trusted Gibedon. Married Gibedon. Made Gibedon his second in command. Gibedon was his royal advisor before you.â
âGibedon was plotting to kill him. Gibedon only cared about gaining the crown. Gibedon did not love him.â
âAnd you killed Gibedon. The King loves you, but he is hesitant to trust you. We all are. You took down Gibedon with such ease. It scared everyone, including the King.â
âI love him. I will never let any one hurt him. Gibedon was going to kill him. Gibedon did kill him. He died three hundred years ago. I brought him back as a Lich. And I carry Gibedonâs head so that no one forgets what I am capable of.â
âAnd yet, you are but a weak, frail she-Elf, masquerading as a male. Hiding what you are from the world. You are not as physically strong as those outside The UnSeelie Court believe you to be. The King made be smaller then you, but he is stronger then you. And he is still a Phooka. A predator, whose native diet is Elves. And you are an Elf whom has betrayed him twice. You killed his husband and now youâve cheated on him with another man. He gives you great leniency, but he IS the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. You must have known that when you married him.â
"I did. But I think I did not truly understand what that meant. I think I thought it was just a title. But he does eat Elves. I have seen him do it I have seen him kill pregnant Elves and cook their babies. I am married to a monster."
"He is a Phooka. Phookas all eat Elves. Before the Elves went extinct, Elves were the main source of their diet."
"He will eventually kill me and eat me won't he?"
"You ARE an Elf and he IS the Elf Eater. All of his spouses have been Elves. And he's eaten all of them."
"And yet I still love him. Why do I love him?"
"Because he is kind to you. He loves you. You'd be dead right now if he didn't. You've been with him longer then any other spouse. Most never made it to the end of their first year married to him. You've been his spouse for three hundred years now."
Quaraun stared in the mirror, at the several large scars running down his chest, belly, and abdomen, and the mutilated remains of his breasts.
"Is it wrong that I hate being a woman, yet I long to suckle my children?"
The handmaid did not know how to answer this question and so said nothing.
"Help me put my bindings back on. I can not do it myself with these crippled hands."
"Yes, milord."
"I shall visit my children when you have finished dressing me."
*** *** ***
Snow lashed against the pink silk of the handmaids' tent, the icy winds howling through the cracks of the frozen tundra. Inside, the air was warm, perfumed with the faint scent of spun tussar silk and rosewater. The golden glow of enchanted lanterns illuminated a pile of shimmering, handwoven garments draped across Quaraun's lap. He sat cross-legged on a thick, quilted pink cushion, his frail form dwarfed by the towering heaps of fabric surrounding him. His hands, encased in intricate gold prosthetics, moved carefully over a bundle of soft, shimmering shawls.
The children surrounded him, their wide eyes fixed on the piles of fluffy garments he had woven for them. Small hands tugged at his sleeves, eager for his attention, their excited chatter filling the space like birdsong.
"Father, is that one mine?" a small girl asked, her voice rising above the others.
Quaraun smiled faintly, as though the effort left him breathless. He lifted a shawl of pale lavender, its edges trimmed with tiny crystal beads.
"Yes, little one. This is for you."
The girl squealed with delight, clutching the shawl to her chest as if it were a treasure.
One by one, Quaraun handed out the garments, his movements slow and deliberate. His long silver hair, glistening like molten moonlight, had to be looped carefully over his lap to keep the children from tripping on it.
Despite their joy, the children's presence weighed on him. He loved themâ-âof course he didâ-âbut their energy was overwhelming. He was old, frail, and perpetually exhausted, his health worsening with each passing winter. Though they called him "father," they knew the truth. He was their mother, and the handmaids were the ones who raised them.
Quaraun could scarcely care for himself, let alone a dozen young ones. And now there was another one due any day.
The children swarmed around him like moths to a flame, their small hands tugging at his long pink robes and reaching for the soft, fluffy ponchos and shawls he had brought. Their laughter rang like wind chimes, a stark contrast to the bleak world outside.
"Father, father! Is that one for me?" A tiny Elf girl squealed, her violet eyes bright with excitement.
Quaraun smiled faintly, his mechanical hands trembling as he held up a shawl woven from slubby tussar silk threads the colour of twilight.
"Yes, my dear. This is yours. It will keep you warm through the blizzards. I have made one for each of you. Each in your favourite colours."
The girl squealed again and wrapped the shawl around her shoulders, spinning in delight. The other children cheered, clamouring for their own pieces. Quaraun handed each child their garment, his movements slow and deliberate, his tired eyes brightening as the tent filled with their joy.
Despite the warmth of the moment, Quaraun's frailty was clear. His silver hair, unbraided and cascading like a glistening waterfall, pooled around him in tangled loops, forcing a few of the handmaids to carefully gather and drape it aside. His pale skin looked almost translucent in the lantern light, and the curve of his swollen belly was unmistakable beneath his robes.
One bold child, a half-Faerie boy with a shock of snowy hair, placed a small hand on Quaraun's rounded stomach.
"Father, when is the baby coming?"
The question drew a chorus of curious murmurs, and soon a dozen small hands were pressing gently against Quaraun's abdomen, their excitement palpable.
"Not yet," Quaraun said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But soon. Very soon. Perhaps tonight. Or tomorrow. It will not be long now."
"Will they be like us?" another child asked, her golden eyes wide with wonder.
Quaraun's lips twitched into a small smile.
"Perhaps. Or perhaps they will be something entirely new. We shall see. From how hard it kicks, I fear this child has hooves."
"Like GhoulSpawn?"
"Yes. Like GhoulSpawn."
The tent flap opened suddenly, letting in a gust of icy wind and the unmistakable scent of anise and cloves. BoomFuzzy stomped inside, shaking snow from his purple tartan cloak. His dreadlocks, frosted at the edges, glistened like icicles, and his wide grin revealed sharp, glinting teeth.
"Ah, me wee pink JellyElf," he boomed, crossing the tent in three short strides.
Quaraun flinched, expecting the Faerie King to throttle him. But instead, BoomFuzzy kissed the Elf.
"I'm not mad at ya anymore," BoomFuzzy said. "Ya can stop shaking like a leaf now, al'right?"
Quaraun gave a soft, tired nervous laugh as BoomFuzzy pulled him into a fierce hug, planting another kiss on his forehead.
"Ye look ready to keel over. These brats runnin' ye ragged again?"
"I am fine, Unicorn. The children are simply⌠eager. They⌠they are excited for the⌠the new baby."
"Eager's an understatement." BoomFuzzy ruffled the hair of the nearest child, who giggled and darted away.
The children, emboldened by BoomFuzzy's playful demeanour, began clambering onto him, their small hands tugging at his tartan and patting his beard. He laughed heartily, his deep voice filling the tent as he scooped up two of the smaller ones and balanced them on his broad shoulders. One child ran outside and quickly returned with an arm load of snow and dumped it over BoomFuzzy's head.
"Ya wee scamps! Ya'll have me lookin' like a snowman with all this fussin'."
In spite of his fierce temper with others, BoomFuzzy was good with children And the children loved him. They gathered chattering excitedly about the gifts Quaraun had given them, and talking excitedly of the new baby coming soon.
"They are excited for the baby," Quaraun said.
BoomFuzzy knelt beside Quaraun, his strong hands resting protectively over Quaraun's belly.
"We all are."
"Are you?"
"Aye."
âAre you sure?â
âYes, Love. I am sure.â
âIt is Glintaâs baby. Of that I am certain.â
âI know.â
âYou have been so angry.â
âI have. I love you. You cheated on me. And now your lover is living with us.â
âI do not want you to hate me.â
âI donât.â
"I can not always tell. I do not want you to hate the baby."
Tears filled Quaraun's eyes.
"I do not hate you or the baby." BoomFuzzy kissed Quaraun again. "And I do not hate GhoulSpawn either. I need to get used to him living with us. Ya just need to stay away from me when I am upset. I don't want to hurt you, and I don't trust myself not too."
"I was in a coma for the first half of this pregnancy."
"I know. I'm sorry. That should never have happened. I've made you scared of me. I didn't want that."
"I have not yet fully recovered from my injuries."
"I know."
âI have barely had time to get used to the fact that I am pregnant.â
BoomFuzzy remained silent.
"And I have new scars."
âI should not have hurt you.â
âI am dizzy. All the time. My head hurts, so much.â
"Ya shouldn't be doin' this alone. Ya're too bloody stubborn for yar own good."
Quaraun leaned into BoomFuzzy's embrace, his exhaustion melting away under the warmth of his husband's presence.
"I am not alone. The handmaids help."
BoomFuzzy snorted, pulling Quaraun closer.
"Aye, but they're no' me. Ya know I'll always take care o' ya, Love."
"When you are not trying to kill me, you mean?"
BoomFuzzy sighed.
"I don't want to kill you. And I'm sorry I've done things to make you think that."
"I almost died."
"I know. I'm sorry. I really am."
"You attacked me again tonight."
"I should not have. Again, I am sorry.â
For a moment the two of them sat in silence.
It was BoomFuzzy who broke the silence.
âDid ya eat anything tonight?"
"No. You sent me away."
"I did. Because I didn't want to hurt you and I was afraid I would."
âI am very hungry.â
âI will have my footmen bring ya some food. Ya should not go without eating, not while ya is sick, nor while ya is pregnant, and right now yis both.â
As the children played, Quaraun leaned back against BoomFuzzy's chest, his mechanical gold plated prosthetic hands resting on his swollen belly. BoomFuzzy's arms wrapped securely around him, his fingers brushing against Quaraun's hair.
"Ya should rest, Love," BoomFuzzy said, his voice softening.
"I cannot rest," Quaraun replied, though his eyelids were already drooping. "There is too much to do. Barely any time left to do it. I have been in a coma for months. I have been recovering for weeks. I have had not time to even get used to the idea I am pregnant, much time to get ready for the baby."
BoomFuzzy tightened his hold, his warmth enveloping Quaraun like a shield against the world's harshness.
"The world can wait, Pinkie. Yar health comes first."
âThere is a new baby to get ready for.â
âWeâve four hundred people in me UnSeelie Court. Weâve plenty of people to get ready for you.â
âThey are your people not mine.â
âAnd they will obey me when I tell them to prepare for a baby.â
âI have brought shame to your name.â
âNo. Ya havenât. Iâve done far worse to me own reputation, then ya could ever do.â
âI should not have cheated on you.â
âHmmm.â
âI did not plan on this. Any of it. Glinta and I were just friends. How did things get so complicated?â
âI believe ya said it yarself. Ghoulyâs alive. Iâm not.â
âDid I say that?â
âYa did. When ya tried to stop me from killing him. Ya started to cast a spell to destroy a Lich. Ye were going to destroy me, to save his life.â
âYou were trying to kill him.â
âWhen forced to chose, ya choose him.â
âYou died three hundred years ago.â
âI know. I stay because you need me.â
âYou left. Before I went into the coma. You left.â
âI did. But I am back now.â
âWhy did you come back?â
âYouâve Ghouly to thank for that.â
âWhy?â
âHe went looking for me. When he couldnât wake you up. He was so scared. Terrified I was going to kill him, but more scared yis were dying. I did no realize how badly I had hurt ya. He didnât ken what to do to keep ya alive. Brought ya back to me Court. Brought him too. Couldnât leave him there alone. City kid from the 20th century, he wouldnât survive a day in our world on his own.â
Quaraun sighed, allowing himself to relax fully for the first time that day. The laughter of the children, the hum of the enchanted lanterns, and the steady beat of BoomFuzzy's heart created a cocoon of peace.
"Unicorn?"
"Aye?"
"You are a good King."
"What brought that on?"
"You protect your family. Your people. Your children. Even children that⌠are not yours. A Human king would have killed GhoulSpawn, and turned me and the baby both out into the frozen wastelands."
"Did you think I would make you leave?"
"I did. You were so angry before. And you hurt Glinta. And me."
"I was angry. I'm not now."
"You almost killed me. And you tried to kill him. He is scared of you now. You could have killed the baby."
"None of us knew ya was pregnant then."
"Would that have made a difference?"
"Probably not. I wasna thinking clearly at the time."
The two fell silent again. The silence was long and awkward. Their relationship had changed. Quaraunâs affair with GhoulSpawn had made everything different. Neither knew how to deal with it.
It was Quaraun who broke the silence this time.
"Unicorn? I never meant to hurt you."
"I know."
"I am sorry."
"I know."
"Why did you let Glinta stay with us? You knew his reputation."
"Ya were not my first spouse. Nor my second. Or even my third. As King I've had many spouses. And if there's one thing I've learnt, ya don't break up lovers. Forbid them to see each other and they will tear the world apart to stay together. And I like Ghouly. And I love you. And I did nae realize how badly I had hurt ya, until I realized you were in a coma and no one expected you to live. It scared me, when I realized how close I'd come to killing you. Losing you. I swore I'd never hurt you again. And somehow, not hurting you, translated into letting your lover live with us."
"I am so tired."
"Come back to our tent. You need to sleep."
"I would like to sleep here with my children tonight. If you do not mind. I am their mother and I hardly ever see them."
BoomFuzzy was silent for a moment. He was caught off guard by Quaraun's use of the word "mother". Quaraun's aversion to any female references at all, resulted in him calling himself the children's father, not their mother.
"Al'right. Then I will see you in the morning. Join me for breakfast. You shouldn't be going without meals."
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The tent was quiet now, save for the occasional rustle of a child shifting in their sleep or the faint whistle of the wind outside. Quaraun sat in the centre of the tent, surrounded by the gentle rise and fall of tiny chests wrapped in warm blankets. The soft pink glow of the pink walls lent the space a calm, dreamlike quality.
Nearby, two handmaids whispered among themselves as they tidied up the remnants of the eveningâ-âhalf-finished crafts, scattered toys, and tiny shoes left by the cushions. One of them glanced at Quaraun and approached with cautious steps, her arms filled with folded cloth diapers.
"My lord," she said softly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping children. "You should rest. It has been a long day."
Quaraun shook his head, his long silver hair shimmering like moonlight in the dim glow.
"I cannot rest yet. There is too much to prepare, and the baby could come at any time. Any day. Any hour. Tonight even."
The handmaid exchanged a glance with her companion, who joined them with a reassuring smile.
"Everything is ready, my lord. The King has seen to it all himself. The cradle is set, the milk stores are full, the midwife is here, and we have all the supplies we need."
Quaraun leaned heavily on his cane, shifting his weight uncomfortably. His blue eyes flicked toward the bundles of sleeping children, and his brow furrowed.
"What if the milk is not enough? I can not produce milk. My father mutilated my breasts when I was still young. He wanted a son, cut my breasts up when they started to develop. I can not feed my own children now. We have five hundred head of sheep. The entire UnSeelie Court drinks sheep milk. But sheep milk is no good for newborns. It upsets their little stomachs."
"We know, my lord," the second handmaid said gently. "We will not give the baby sheep milk. The yaks have been calved and producing plenty of pink milk, and we have kept the pink milk separate, just as you instructed."
Quaraun nodded, but his expression remained troubled. He traced a pattern on his cane absentmindedly, his thoughts far away.
"I should be able to feed my own child," he murmured, barely audible. "But I cannot⌠not after what they did to me."
The handmaids shared a look, their faces softening with sympathy. One knelt beside him, placing a hand lightly on his arm.
"You have already done so much, my lord. You care for them, love them, and provide for them. That is what matters."
"It is not enough," Quaraun said, his voice cracking slightly. "The yaks' milk will suffice, but what if the pink milk runs out? Yak milk does not stay pink for long. What if it is not enough for the baby? The child must have it, not the white yak milk. Only the pink milk will do."
"It will be enough," the first handmaid reassured him. "The yaks are healthy and producing well. And GhoulSpawn knows about these things. He calculated the calving done in rotation. There will be two yaks giving birth every week for the next six months. We have stored more than we need, and if there is ever a shortage, we will make arrangements to find more. You do not need to worry."
Quaraun sighed, his shoulders slumping.
"I cannot stop worrying. The world is too cruel, and these children⌠they deserve better than I can give them."
A third handmaid smiled softly, reaching out to adjust the folds of his robe.
"You give them a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and love that they would not find anywhere else. That is more than enough."
He looked down at his hands, the golden prosthetics glinting in the low light.
"I have lived too long, seen too much suffering. I just want this baby to have a better life than I had. No fear. No pain. Only peace."
The handmaids nodded, their expressions warm and understanding.
"And that is what you are giving them, my lord. You have done everything possible to prepare. The baby will be safe and loved, just like all the others."
Quaraun's lips quirked into a faint, weary smile.
"Thank you," he said softly. "For everything you do. I could not do this without you."
"We are honoured to serve you and the children," one of the handmaids replied with a bow of her head.
They sat together in the quiet for a moment, the warmth of the tent enveloping them like a protective cocoon.
Outside, the wind howled, but inside, all was calm.
Quaraun glanced toward the cradle tucked into the corner of the tent, its delicate pink silk canopy fluttering gently in the breeze from the stove. His heart ached with a mixture of fear and hope. The baby would arrive soon, and despite his worries, he was determined to meet the challenge head-on.
The handmaids began tidying again, moving silently to avoid disturbing the sleeping children. Quaraun leaned back into the cushions, his mind racing but his body too tired to move.
"We will be ready," he whispered to himself, his hand resting protectively over his heart. "No matter what, we will be ready."
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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:
Stories With Quaraun
Edit descriptionmedium.comKing 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:
Stories With BoomFuzzy
Edit descriptionmedium.comGhoulSpawn 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:
Stories With GhoulSpawn
Edit descriptionmedium.comGhoulSpawn 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!
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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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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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