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40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
What is the series about?
It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
How to Create a Literary Empire with Just Your Bum Poems and a Bag of Scavenged Metal
BoomFuzzy sat behind the makeshift desk, surrounded by scavenged parts of old cyber-tech and sheets of tarnished metal. Stacks of old postcards, salvaged from the ruins of a beach front tourist shop, sat scattered all around him. A makeshift pen in his hands, he scrawled with ruthless glee, each word a chaotic rhythm, a bum poem made from the wreckage of the world around him.
“O, fair bum, so round an’ grand,
Soft as snow, though not as bland.
Blessed be th’ Elf who sits on thee,
Yer cushiony glory’s plain t’ see.
In chill an’ frost, ya keep me warm,
Like a fluffy blanket on me arm.
Ode to me bum, ya loyal friend,
Forever perched wi’out end!”
Quaraun’s eye twitched violently. His silver tentacles bristled, and he set down his silk.
“That,” said the prim Elf, voice dripping with disdain. “Is the most absurd thing I have ever heard.”
BoomFuzzy burst into laughter, his chest shaking. BoomFuzzy’s eyes lit up like a mischievous child, and with a laugh, he boomed out:
“Me bahookie’s like a legend untold,
A treasure, a marvel, a sight to behold!
Wider than a mountain, round as a moon,
Makes the world stop turnin’, makes th’ stars swoon!
Dipped in chocolate, sweet as a kiss,
Come ye, come all, yer in for pure bliss!”
Quaraun winced.
“Unicorn, stop it.”
“‘Throne so cold, ice so stark,
But me bum’s the warmest part!’”
Quaraun stood beside him, arms folded, watching with a tired expression.
“Ah, me wee Pink JellyElf,” BoomFuzzy muttered, pulling out a scrap of parchment. He scrawled furiously, words flowing despite the freezing wind. He grinned, looking at his masterpiece.
“O’ Quaraun’s pearly white arse, so fine,
A sight that’s clearer than the ice line.
Each cheek, a snowdrift soft and bright,
Glows in the pale moon’s silver light.”
BoomFuzzy paused, admiring the verse. He turned to Quaraun, whose long, silver tentacles curled about him like a protective shield.
“Must you, Unicorn, write such filth?” he asked, wrinkling his nose.
“Yeh, the world’s been shit on, so I’m jus’ puttin’ it inta words, ya ken?” BoomFuzzy grinned.
GhoulSpawn shuffled in, dragging a bag full of stolen tech behind him.
“Dude, why do you write so many bum poems, anyway?”
BoomFuzzy did not stop writing.
“Because, Ghouly, you can’t be a proper villain without makin’ the masses laugh at their own miserable state. It’s an art form.”
“But, why butts?”
“I like big butts. Quaraun got a fine arse on him. Were we not in a bloody apocalypse, I would spend me days doing nothing but writing poems to the glory of me Elf’s lovely arse.”
Quaraun blushed and went back to his embroidery.
With a flick of his wrist, BoomFuzzy waved the poem in the air.
“This one’ll sell to the next settlement. They’ll pay for somethin’ dirty to read while they die of radiation, won’t they?”
Quaraun rolled his eyes.
“I will never understand you, Unicorn.”
The poem, an ode to a cyborg’s buttocks, would sell for scraps — but BoomFuzzy didn’t care. He loved the chaos, the laughter, and the desperate need for distraction.
What better way to ruin society than with bum poetry?
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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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