Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
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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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Glimmer in the BioDome
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.
Glimmer in the BioDome
“Why da fuck we growin’ peaches if ya call it a plum orchard?”
BoomFuzzy spat a pit. Smacked Quaraun’s ass as he passed.
“That was a plum,” Quaraun muttered.
“Weren’t no plum,” BoomFuzzy said, licking sticky juice off his thumb. “That was a peach. Fuzzy like me balls.”
“Unicorn...”
“What?” Big dumb grin. Full mouth. He chewed like a goat. “Ain’t I right?”
“You are disgusting.”
“Fuck yeah I am.” He tossed another fruit in the basket. “Disgustin’ly delicious.”
Quaraun leaned back against the stained-glass trunk.
Fake tree.
Real fruit.
BioDome did not care for rules.
Grew whatever he told it to.
Not natural.
Not normal.
Not right.
But beautiful.
Everything glimmered.
Light bled through the coloured glass overhead. Reds. Golds. Green and blue and some fucked-up amber that made the air feel drunk. Not warm.
Not cold.
Wrong season.
Winter outside, always.
Summer in here.
Quaraun dragged fingers through his jellyfish hair. Tangled. Sticky. Pollen stuck to it. His pink silk robes bunched around his thighs. He plucked a leaf off his ankle.
BoomFuzzy jumped down from the branch. Landed with a thud. Plum bounced out the basket. Rolled. Hit Quaraun’s foot.
“You alright, JellyBean?” he asked.
“Always.” Quaraun popped a fruit in his mouth. Bit it. “This is not a peach.”
“Sure it is.”
“It tastes like soap.”
“You taste like soap.”
“You make the soap.”
“Damn right I do.” BoomFuzzy shoved a whole plum in his mouth. Talked through it. “I make tha soap. I make tha fudge. I make ya moan. I do it all, PumpkinMuffin.”
“Must you?”
“I must.”
“Must what?”
GhoulSpawn. Meek voice. Stepping between trees. Dust on his cloven hooves. Plum juice on his chin.
“Must be a pain in the ass,” Quaraun muttered.
“Must love ya,” BoomFuzzy said, spinning him around, grabbing his hips. “Me sweet wee jelly-fuckin’-Elf. Lookit ya, sittin’ there like a damn Faerie queen in a fruit salad.”
“You are embarrassing.”
“You love it.”
Quaraun did not respond. Because it was true.
GhoulSpawn dumped a crate. Sat down. Wiped sweat off his brow with his sleeve.
“Noodle Beach is flooded.”
“No shit,” BoomFuzzy said. “Told ya not to build the fuckin’ orchard right over the ice shelf. Told ya the geothermal pipes don’t reach that far.”
“I thought it would be fine—”
“Ya thought with yer dick.”
“I do not think with—” GhoulSpawn stopped himself. “Never mind. I don’t care if you are the King of the UnSeelie Court. I refuse to stoop to your level of childishness.”
BoomFuzzy popped another plum in his mouth. Juice dripped down his beard.
“Ya got balls, lad. But not a lick o’ sense.”
“Can we not argue?” Quaraun asked. “It is peaceful. I want to be peaceful.”
BoomFuzzy grinned.
“Peaceful don’t last in this fuckin’ world, Sweet Cheeks.”
BoomFuzzy slapped Quaraun's ass again.
Quaraun closed his eyes.
“Still. I want it.”
GhoulSpawn pulled out a small silver orb. Toobe. The AI shimmered blue. It hummed, scanning.
“Temperature rising in quadrant C. Mould forming on the southeast glass panel.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “Again?”
“You never fixed it.”
“Didn’t wanna fix it.”
“You said it would explode if we didn’t—”
“Still might.” BoomFuzzy licked plum juice from his hand. “Adds excitement.”
“Unicorn, please.” Quaraun reached up. Took his hand. “Sit. Be still.”
BoomFuzzy plopped down. Cross-legged.
“Fine.”
GhoulSpawn stared at them.
“You two ever just… be normal?”
“No,” Quaraun said.
“Fuck no,” BoomFuzzy added. “Why would I want to be normal?”
“You tried once,” GhoulSpawn said. “Remember the garden party?”
“Do not mention that,” Quaraun said, voice flat.
“Still got blood on the hydrangeas,” BoomFuzzy chuckled.
“Not my fault,” Quaraun muttered. “That woman insulted my silk.”
“She called it gaudy.”
“She said pink was for girls.”
“She weren’t wrong.”
“I am a girl.”
“Aye,” BoomFuzzy said. “But she ain’t know that. Prancing around calling yourself he and him, pretending to be men folk, how were she ta know ya got a cunt?”
“Uinicorn...”
“What?”
“You know what.” Quaraun rolled his eyes. “Still. She deserved it.”
“Damn right she did.”
“Did not need to explode, though.”
“Didn’t not need to explode.” BoomFuzzy shrugged. “Ain’t no party without a lil’ boom boom, eh?”
“You always provide the booms.”
“Aye. They don’t call me BoomFuzzy for not’in.”
GhoulSpawn groaned.
“God, I live with lunatics.”
“We are not lunatics,” Quaraun said.
“We’re fuckin’ mad kings,” BoomFuzzy corrected.
“Kings of fruit and nonsense,” GhoulSpawn said pouting.
“And blood,” Quaraun added.
“And love,” BoomFuzzy said, quieter now.
“I miss the 1970s,” GhoulSpawn said.
Quaraun turned his head. The glimmer hit BoomFuzzy’s goggles just right. Lit his whole face. Made him glow. Grey dreads. Deep dark chestnut skin. Silver eyes. Unicorn heart. Dead soul.
Quaraun loved him too much.
Scared him sometimes.
“I love you,” Quaraun said.
BoomFuzzy kissed him.
“Course ya do.”
GhoulSpawn coughed.
“Can you not do that while I’m—"
BoomFuzzy kissed Quaraun again.
“Do it more ‘cause you’re here, lad.”
“You are cruel.”
“Ya love me cruel.”
Quaraun smiled.
“I do.”
They sat in silence.
Plum trees whispering.
BioDome humming.
Air warm, but not real. Nothing outside was like this.
Outside was death. Cold. Teeth. Wind.
Here—there was glimmer.
Glimmer and sugar and fruit and lips.
BoomFuzzy leaned into Quaraun.
“Wanna fuck in the orchard?”
“No.”
“Ain’t say no like ya mean it.”
GhoulSpawn stood.
“I’m going to fix the flood.”
“Take the orb,” Quaraun said.
"Com'on, Toobe."
Toobe whirred. Floated after him.
BoomFuzzy kissed Quaraun’s neck.
“He gone now.”
“I know.”
“No excuses now.”
“I am sticky.”
“I like sticky.”
Quaraun sighed.
“Fine.”
BoomFuzzy laughed.
Outside, the world froze.
Inside, it glimmered.
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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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.