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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 |
🌸🦄🌸 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 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. 🌸🦄🌸
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 it’s 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of it’s very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane — A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction
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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
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 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.

Seen in image:
- IMAGE 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.
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.
- IMAGE 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.
- Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
- Not 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.
The pink silk walls billowed as wind gusted against the tent’s flaps, snow dusting the edges with silver frost. Quaraun sat cross-legged on a cushion, robe frills pooling like spilled petals, jellyfish hair curling over his shoulders, tentacles twitching as he clutched the TruthScribe Quill. The tip scraped parchment, forcing confessions he barely understood himself, every line cold, precise, relentless.
BoomFuzzy sat opposite, tartan wrapped tight like armor, fingers tapping a rhythm against the floorboards. His dreadlocks, flecked with snow, smelled faintly of gingerbread, cloves, and the faint iron of old battlefields. Silver cataracts reflected pink silk folds in patterns that seemed deliberate, almost like he could see every fiber.
"I do not need reassurance, JellyElf," he growled, voice low and harsh. "But your hand is shaking."
Quaraun’s eyes flicked up, frills brushing against his trembling cheeks.
"I… I must record… everything… true… or it will not… not… write…"
His voice stammered as delirium tugged, half-hypoactive, half-hyperactive, attention darting from quill, to parchment, to the swaying tent. The pregnant curve of his belly pressed against the silk, small, tense, reminding him of the life hidden beneath.
GhoulSpawn crouched nearby, legs digitigrade folded beneath him, orange robes and green velvet coat smelling of sheep wool and faint burnt metal. Yellow caftan sleeves draped over his arms as he adjusted the vials, tools, and scavenged gears sprawled across the floor.
"If I adjust the voltage to the quill… stabilize the core…" he muttered, eyes wide, voice soft but sharp. Every word he spoke, every calculation, precise; a machine translating survival into reality.
BoomFuzzy leaned forward, elbows resting on knees, black hakama dark against the floor.
"I’m not asking, JellyElf. Focus, or ya endanger yarself, the court, and the caravan."
His hand brushed Quaraun’s frills, rough fingertips pressing warmth into trembling silk. Quaraun gasped slightly, quill halting mid-stroke. BoomFuzzy’s presence tethered him, grounding delirium into reality.
Quaraun’s quill scratched again: ‘I am afraid… currents of thought drift… cannot stop… the caravan depends… must remain vigilant… truth alone guides…’
He chewed at his lip, cheeks pink beneath frills, jellyfish hair brushing against parchment, every stroke dragging truth from chaos.
GhoulSpawn leaned closer, careful not to disturb Quaraun’s posture.
"I can assist… monitor readings… adjust the pen’s sensitivity… prevent overload…"
Fingers flexed over tiny dials and circuits, calculations precise, even as anxiety tugged at him.
BoomFuzzy sniffed the air, tilting his head.
"Caravan cooks report frost damage to stores. I will fix the issue, but JellyElf, you record the sequence for later. Accuracy is everything. I do not tolerate mistakes."
His voice was sharp, commanding, silk and tartan brushing together as he adjusted his posture, every motion deliberate.
Quaraun’s hand pressed against his belly for reassurance, quill wobbling with tremors.
‘Child… hidden… safe… must keep secret… protect…’
Old age was a cursed thing to live with. Quaraun knew this. Of course he did. No Elf had ever lived past four hundred years and here he was well over seven hundred fifty years old. And his mind was faded by it. Mixed delirium flickered, hyperactive bursts of panic, hypoactive lapses into daze.
BoomFuzzy’s hand pressed along the silk folds again, grounding him. Fingers tangled with frills, tracing delicate patterns along the Pink Necromancer’s robes.
GhoulSpawn adjusted a lens, muttering numbers, calculations, efficiency readings.
“Voltage stable… quill core optimal… no deviation…” His voice wavered, small, but truth was unflinching, reliable.
BoomFuzzy stood, boots clattering lightly across the silk-strewn floor, tartan swirling.
"I will check on the Goblins and Leprechaun scouts. JellyElf, keep writing. I do not need excuses. Only truth."
His silver cataracts caught glints of silk folds and frilled edges, noting each twitch of Quaraun’s fingers.
Quaraun inhaled sharply, quill scratching: ‘King watches… caravan intact… tools optimized… the court depends…’
Words burned into parchment, every letter extracted from delirium, every syllable forced into order.
GhoulSpawn adjusted the pen again, sheep-wool scented robes brushing against silk, whispering calculations.
"Temperature stable… humidity constant… quill operational…"
He glanced at Quaraun, small hands trembling, but intellect precise, never faltering, a fragile anchor in delirium.
BoomFuzzy returned, boots brushing lightly over silk, tartan brushing against the cushion beside Quaraun.
"Good. The Goblins confirm stores secure. You continue, JellyElf. Your hand does not fail me."
His fingers traced edges of frills, pressed warmth into trembling silk and ruffles, anchoring Quaraun, calming hyperactive tremors.
Quaraun leaned into BoomFuzzy, face pressed into tartan and dreadlocks, jellyfish hair brushing across the King’s shoulders. Quill rested, truth recorded, breaths mingling. Rose and silk, cloves and gingerbread. Fingers twined, frills tangled with tartan, warmth pressing into fragile fronds of silk, pink robes, and curled tentacles.
Outside, the snow swirled, wind tugged at pink silk tent walls, the distant cry of scavenging humans faint against the icy landscape. Inside, cocooned in silk, tartan, and whispered calculations, the Pink Necromancer, his King, and the apprentice shared fragile safety, pressed together in warmth, guided by truth and careful precision.
Quaraun closed eyes, cheeks flushed pink beneath frills, pressed cheek to BoomFuzzy’s rough fingers.
"Safe…," he whispered deliriously, quill unused for a moment, inked truth resting on parchment. "You… keep us safe…"
BoomFuzzy kissed his temple, harsh, rough, deliberate.
"Always, JellyElf. Always. I carry the court, the caravan, and you."
Silk and tartan tangled together, warmth pressed against frost, quill resting, truth written, and a Pink Necromancer cradled by the strength of a King.
This story was written as part of NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025
(The goal is 1,667 words a day or 50k words in 30 days)
Note: Many of these stories were published with much longer word counts then listed here. The word counts listed here are the 1st draft word counts which were counted towards National Novel Writing Month; however throughout December onwards, these stories were edited, rewritten, and expanded, resulting in the published stories having more words; for example, something listed here as having 1,234 words, might have 5,678 words when published.)
This set includes the following stories:
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NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 9:
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Everything on this list was written using: The Park Bench Method of Writing
Additional stuff written from November 2025:
For those unaware: November is National Novel Writing Month, and traditionally, writers set aside the month to write 50k words in 30 days (which is 1,667 words a day for 30 days) towards a fiction novel draft.
While the month is "novel writing month" (the month to write a fiction novel) writers of non-fiction and fiction formats other then novels also join the fun.
There are many companies who hosts writing challenges and writing competitions, that you can join, or you can just do it on your own.
Every year since 2004 I personally set aside the month of November to write 200k words in 30 days instead of 50k (so 6,666 words a day instead of 1,667). I've reached that goal for 23 out of 25 years. 2025 is my 26th year doing it.
If you'd like to join one of the online groups, just do a Google/Bing/ChatGPT search for "novel writing month writing challenges" and you'll quickly find dozens going on. There's bound to be one that's right for you.
For 2025 I will be tracking my progress via ProWritingAid's NovNov (Novel November).
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Looking for my annual NaNoWriMo Prompts and Dares? I've been publishing these every year since 2004! Looking For The Daily NovNov/NaNoWriMo 2025 Updates?
(Near) Daily Vlogs can be found on TikTok and YouTube: Looking For The (near) Daily Drabbles?
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This story was written as part of NaNoWriMo 2024
(The goal is 1,667 words a day or 50k words in 30 days)
This year I used the following Daily writing prompt List:
Note: Many of these stories were published with much longer word counts then listed here. The word counts listed here are the 1st draft word counts which were counted towards National Novel Writing Month; however throughout December onwards, these stories were edited, rewritten, and expanded, resulting in the published stories having more words; for example, something listed here as having 1,234 words, might have 5,678 words when published.)
This set includes the following stories:
Other stuff written this week, but it's non-fiction so I've not included word counts:
Everything on this lists was written using: The Park Bench Method of Writing
Looking For The Daily NovNov/NaNoWriMo 2025 Updates?
Looking For The (near) Daily Drabbles?
(Near) Daily Vlogs can be found on TikTok and YouTube:
Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
Not sure which story to start with?
These here are good places to start, to get a good introduction to the three main characters:
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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Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post
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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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Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
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