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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.
Ignoramus — An Utterly Ignorant Crowd of Humans 🌸🦄🌸🧿
(TW: MPreg Yaoi) {A Pink Necromancer 10 Part Drabble Serial}꧁✨🌸🔮🦄🔮🌸✨꧂
Drabble 1: The Craving
At the bustling street market, BoomFuzzy’s food truck radiated tantalizing aromas. He danced around the fryer, deep-frying giant sour pickles stuffed with mozzarella.
The golden batter sizzled, creating an orchestra of crackling sounds.
Quaraun, perched behind his silk stall, twitched his long ears in delight. He sniffed the air, stomach growling, his pregnant form a testament to his cravings.
“Oh, delectable delight! Such a tantalizing treat!”
A nearby Human sneered.
“What’s that creature eating?”
Quaraun smirked, eyes narrowed.
“Ignoramus,” he muttered, his delicate fingers reaching for a crispy pickle.
He bit into it, the warm cheese oozing, and sighed in bliss.
Drabble 2: The Craving Satiated
Quaraun sat beneath the pink silk canopy of his market stall, ignoring the buzzing crowd. His long, rabbity ears twitched as he chewed on the end of a deep-fried pickle stuffed with gooey mozzarella.
BoomFuzzy’s food truck parked next to him, sizzling with the aroma of pickles and frying oil, had been Quaraun’s undoing.
His stomach growled as another wave of craving hit.
Pregnancy cravings.
He knew them well.
Sour, salty, cheesy.
He’d eaten five deep fried pickles already, but the insatiable hunger tugged at him.
“Love,” BoomFuzzy called, passing him another. “Are these Humans bothering you?”
“Ignoramus,” Quaraun muttered at a gawking Human. “Utter ignoramus.”
Drabble 3: The Stare
Humans lingered, staring at the Moon Elf’s round belly and hearing his deep, male voice. Whispers of confusion floated through the air, blending with the market’s clamour.
“Male Elves don’t get pregnant,” a nearby vendor sneered, squinting at Quaraun’s stomach.
“They are not Human,” another countered. “Who knows what Elves can do?”
Quaraun nibbled the crispy edge of his corn dog, waving his hand dismissively. He couldn’t be bothered with their small minds.
“Perhaps you should enlighten them, Love,” BoomFuzzy teased, leaning over the food counter.
“Why bother? They’d only be hornswoggled by their own ignorance,” Quaraun sighed.
Drabble 4: The Ignorant Crowd
Humans gawked at Quaraun’s exquisite elegance, puzzled by his appearance. Whispers floated through the air, mingling with the sizzling sounds.
“Can a male Elf even get pregnant?” one asked, voice dripping with condescension.
Quaraun raised an eyebrow, his silver chains tinkling.
“Ah, the utter ignorance of these Humans! Hornswoggle, indeed!”
He relished the pickle’s crunch, an indulgent smile gracing his lips.
BoomFuzzy approached, wrapping his arms around Quaraun’s waist.
“You are the most enchanting creature, my lovely JellyElf.”
Quaraun’s heart swelled, the warmth of BoomFuzzy’s affection outweighing the Humans’ disdain. He took another bite, the flavours intoxicating, oblivious to their petty judgments.
Drabble 5: The Unravelling
As Quaraun savoured his fourth pickle, laughter erupted from a nearby group of Humans.
“Look at that fraud!” one exclaimed. “Pretending to be a male Elf! What a joke!”
Quaraun rolled his eyes; his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Oh, how clever! The true art of ignorance on full display!”
The Humans’ laughter became background noise as he took another enthusiastic bite, cheese cascading down his chin.
BoomFuzzy’s gaze darkened.
“Ignore them, Love. Their foolishness is not worth your brilliance.”
Quaraun chuckled, wiping his chin.
“Indeed! Their ignorance merely highlights my magnificence.”
He savoured the moment, relishing the deep-fried treat, the warmth of love enveloping him.
Drabble 6: The Debate
“He’s faking it,” one Human scoffed, crossing his arms.
“Pretending to be male for sympathy. It’s fraud!”
Another pointed.
“No Human man can carry a child. Elves are no different.”
BoomFuzzy chuckled, flipping another batch of pickles in the fryer.
“Oh, they truly don’t know what they’re talking about, do they?”
Quaraun smiled faintly, his eyes half-lidded with contentment, too busy savouring the sour crunch of his pickle corn dog. He didn’t care what they thought. Their opinions were inconsequential.
“He’s a wizard,” BoomFuzzy said.
“He’s a fraud!”
“Love, you’d think they’d know better than to challenge The Pink Necromancer,” BoomFuzzy mused.
“Fools,” Quaraun whispered.
Drabble 7: The Affection
BoomFuzzy stepped from behind his food truck, wiping his hands on a purple tartan apron, and sat beside Quaraun, wrapping his arms lovingly around the Elf. He pressed a kiss to Quaraun’s cheek.
“I’ll make you all the pickles you want, my sweet JellyElf,” BoomFuzzy whispered, his breath warm on Quaraun’s neck.
“Good,” Quaraun replied, leaning into him. “Because I need more.”
BoomFuzzy chuckled.
“And more you shall have. Humans be damned.”
Quaraun sighed, swiping another mozzarella stuffed deep fried pickle from the tray. He felt the stares from the crowd, but ignored them. BoomFuzzy’s embrace was all that mattered.
“Leave, vile Humans! Your opinions are spurious anyway.”
Drabble 8: The Celebration
With each crunchy bite, Quaraun felt his worries dissolve.
“These pickles, dear Unicorn, are a culinary masterpiece! Your brilliance shines!”
He laughed, joy radiating as BoomFuzzy grinned, pride swelling in his chest.
“Nothing but the best for you, me wee Pink JellyElf,” BoomFuzzy cooed, leaning in for a gentle kiss.
Quaraun’s heart fluttered, the sweetness of the moment overshadowing the Humans’ mockery.
A pair of Humans observed in silence, their expressions softening.
“Perhaps we judged too quickly,” one murmured, the scent of the pickles wafting enticingly.
Quaraun grinned, indulging in another pickle, lost in the joy of love and food.
Drabble 9: The Exit
A loud crash silenced the market.
A Human, furious, had overturned a stall, glaring at Quaraun.
“You’re deceiving everyone! You’re no real man!”
“Of course I am no man. I am an Elf!”
Quaraun rose slowly, his pink silk robes flowing around him as he adjusted his enormous pink hat. He locked eyes with the man, voice cold.
“Hornswoggle yourself elsewhere, you slubberdegullion. Your presence soils the air.”
BoomFuzzy stood by Quaraun’s side, arms folded, grinning darkly.
“You heard him. Scat.”
The man stumbled back, unnerved by the Elf’s steely gaze.
Quaraun turned back to BoomFuzzy, taking his hand.
“Now, where were we? Hmmm? More pickles?”
“Of course, Love. Always more.”
Drabble 10: The Triumph
As the day faded, Quaraun savoured his last pickle, feeling full and content. The market buzzed around them, but he found solace in BoomFuzzy’s embrace.
“This has been delightful,” Quaraun declared, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You make such wonderful sour pickles.”
BoomFuzzy chuckled.
“The Humans may remain ignorant, but you, me Love, shall always be my beacon of beauty.”
Quaraun smiled, appreciating the warmth of his partner and the satisfaction of his cravings.
The lingering whispers faded into the background.
“Let them think what they wish,” Quaraun said, leaning into BoomFuzzy. “I shall feast upon my pickles in peace.”
With that, they laughed together, love conquering all.
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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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