Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
 Transman Quaraun (The Pink Necromancer) and his husband King Gwallmaic (aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn) King of The UnSeelie Court. Main characters of The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer series.
This website is a safe zone for LGBTQAI+, pagans, polies, furries, and BIOPIC communities. National Novel Writing Month 2025 is here, it's my 21st year of doing the challenge.
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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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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- Judgement (An Ode To The Lunatics Preaching "The Rapture of September 2025"), A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
Judgement (An Ode To The Lunatics Preaching "The Rapture of September 2025")
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
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 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.
Judgement (An Ode To The Lunatics Preaching "The Rapture of September 2025")
“Fudge puppies! Git ya fudge puppies here!”
BoomFuzzy’s cracked voice echoed down the cratered street, smoke curling from the rusted chimney stack on top of his robin egg blue 1968 VW bus. Glittered letters spelled DEEP SEA FUDGE on the side. The middle ‘E’ blinked out every other second. The old Phooka and his food truck, smelled like cloves and gingerbread and burnt sugar.
Half the Humans lined up weren’t even hungry.
Just hypnotized.
Literally.
The old trickster Fae cast spells on every Human that walked past him.
One glance in his cataract-silver eyes, and they coughed up coins they didn’t know they had.
Next to him, velvet cushions.
Pink.
Pink velvet cushions.
Pink throw rugs spread out on the sidewalk. Covering the dirt.
Pink silk draped over rusted scaffolding. Hiding the city grime.
“I hate filth,” Quaraun snarled. “Why is there so damned much fucking flith in this city.”
“It a city, Love,” BoomFuzzy answered. “Being full of filth is what cities be known for.”
Quaraun hung another pink silk curtain on the brick wall, then glared at the dumpster a few feet away.
The pink silk furnishings of Quaraun’s vardo were sprawled across broken sidewalk like a collapsed drag queen. In front of the vardo was The Pink Necromancer himself.
Resplendent.
Ridiculous.
Dangerous as shit.
He set up a small round table and draped it with even more pink silk, before setting up two dainty pink cushioned chairs, one for himself and one for the Human that stood there waiting for the fussy Elf to finish fussing over filth long enough to give the Human a card reading.
Finally Quaraun sat down.
He shuffled the deck.
Long fingers encased in gold-plated prosthetic bionic gloves.
Blue eyes.
Pink pupils.
Foot long pointed rabbity ears.
His twelve foot long jellyfish hair coiled in spirals. Slithering, hissing, at the Human.
His voice, slow, soft, calculated.
English bent sideways in his mouth. The old Elf hated Humans almost as much as he hated being forced to speak their fucking languages.
“Filth,” the ancient Elf muttered. “I hate filth.”
He spread the cards out on the table and looked up at the Human for the first time.
“Choose one.”
The Human trembled.
Good.
Fucking filthy Humans needed to tremble.
Didn’t look like he could read.
Didn’t matter.
No one came to The Pink Necromancer for literacy.
They came because the cards always told the truth. Even if that truth was: you dead in three days. Sliced open by mushrooms. Eaten alive by your cousin’s shadow. Incinerated by The Insane Pink Mage With Flamboyant Nipples.
The man picked.
Quaraun didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak. Didn’t blink.
He stared at the card.
His eye twitched.
He gasped.
He stood. Fast.
He dropped his cane.
His legs wobbled.
“The sky,” Quaraun whispered.
The Human squinted.
“What?”
Quaraun’s voice pitched up. Wild.
“The Trump of Judgement!”
“Aw shit.” BoomFuzzy looked up from the fudge puppie waffle iron. “Here we go.”
“The Trump of Judgement! Jubilee! The Horn! The Horn!”
“Ya mean the fuckin’ kazoo of panic?” BoomFuzzy asked as he adjusted his google.
Quaraun dropped to his knees. He wasn’t listening to his Faerie chef husband. He was too busy screaming.
“It is the end. The End. It is the End. The final trumpet. The veil tears. The sky splits. The stars fall. The Judge rises — “
“Stars fell last week, Babe. Remember?” BoomFuzzy paused and handed a boba tea to a stoned college kid. “ Meteor shower. We roasted marshmallows.”
“This is different!” Quaraun shrieked hysterically as his jellyfish tentacle hair lashed out and threw a pillow into the road. “I felt it. It is happening now! I felt it!”
“Course ya did. Ya feel it every fuckin’ Tuesday.”
Quaraun stood back up. Pointed to the sky.
“The clouds. Dark. Swirling.”
“Not unusual for The God Forsaken City, Love. It always looks like a storm was coming. ’Cause one always is.” BoomFuzzy poured clam chowder into a paper cup and it to another customer, then leaned out the food truck looking for GhoulSpawn. “Hey Ghoulie! We got another Code Screamin’ Pink JellyBrain situation!”
GhoulSpawn wandered over, chewing a sugar coated psychodelic mushroom, pupils dilated wide.
“Whoa, what?” The big Satyr like Sheep Demon briefly paused to watch Quaraun’s hysterical antics before turning back to BoomFuzzy. “Reading cards?”
“Aye”
“Like, what’d he pull this time?”
“Judgement.”
GhoulSpawn’s eyes lit up.
“Oh, like, that one’s heavy, man. Like, kaboom-level cosmic realignment, was what he was predicting last time he pulled that one. Yeah? Planets outta sync. Electromagnetic shift. Y’know the Earth’s poles reversed once already — “
“THIS IS THE RAPTURE!” Quaraun shrieked.
“Rapture?”
“THE RAPTURE OF THE MUSHROOMS!”
“The what now?”
“I HEARD THEM.”
“You hearin’ mushrooms again? Cool! You want one? I pinched a whole bag of them off that drug dealer cross the alley.”
GhoulSpawn held up another sugar coated dried mushroom.
“They are screaming.”
“Course they are,” BoomFuzzy said. “You gave them fuckin’ mouths.”
“They screamed Judgement! Judgement! Judgement! JUDGMENT! It echoed! Echoed and echoed. In my head! I — I — I heard the trumpet! I heard the call!”
BoomFuzzy wiped his hands on his apron.
“Aye. I hear a call too. It’s called ‘shut the fuck up, ya scaring away me customers.’”
“But I must warn them.”
“Ain’t nobody wanna be warned, JellyBean.”
Quaraun spun to the Human still sitting frozen on the velvet pillow.
“You are doomed.”
The Human blinked.
“Uh…”
“Leave now. Before the smoke drowns the city. Before the ground splits. Before the rivers boil — “
“Rivers already boil,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “You cursed the sewer system last summer, remember?”
Quaraun ignored him. Tore open a drawer on the side of the vardo. Threw bolts of pink silks everywhere. Pink ribbons spiralled in the wind. The whole market froze. Humans backed up.
Quiet.
Terrified.
Rightfully so.
This was after all the dreaded Pink Necromancer, most feared being in all the known universe, and he was having himself a right jolly old meltdown.
“You must hide underground!” Quaraun screamed.
“Bit hard. The fuckin’ Moon slammed Boston into the fuckin’ crust. We already underground, love,” BoomFuzzy said, sipping coffee.
Quaraun pulled his Rainbow Wand. The dial spun.
Gold to red to black.
Aiming at shadows. Walls. Bystanders.
“The trumpets are sounding. The Judge is coming!”
“You mean me?” BoomFuzzy grinned.
“You?”
“Why not? I’m the King, ain’t I? Want me to judge the fudge? Kiss the customers? Spank a few heretics? Fuck ya pearly white arse on Saint Peter’s pearly white gates?”
Quaraun ignored him and zapped a nearby trashcan.
GhoulSpawn ducked behind the van. Peeked out, wide-eyed.
“Okay, okay, just sayin’, I did see something freaky near the ruins. Like, glowing orbs, man. Pulsing. Like maybe EMP charges? Government shit? Maybe mushrooms ain’t wrong this time?”
“You hear that?!” Quaraun shrieked while pointing to GhoulSpawn. “He saw them too!”
“Yeah, but Ghoulie’s been microdosing for four days. He saw a talking pigeon give him quantum advice.”
“It told me to invent teleporting pants,” GhoulSpawn said, dead serious.
Quaraun turned to the crowd. Wand raised.
“You must all leave. Flee. Evacuate the city.”
Nobody moved.
BoomFuzzy stepped forward. Pulled his husband back by the frilly pink silk collar.
“Quit scarin’ the customers. ya fucking numpty.”
“They will die.”
“So the fuck what? They’s fucking shit brained Humans, since when we UnSeelie give a rat’s arse about Hu,mans? That’s no excuse to ruin dinner.”
“But — “
“No buts, JellyElf.”
“But I pulled Judgement!”
“Aye. You pulled Judgement. For him. Not for the fuckin’ planet. No for you. Not for the city. Ya was reading for him.”
Quaraun blinked.
“Oh.”
BoomFuzzy shoved a lobster roll in his hands.
“Eat. Calm ya glitter tits the fuck down.”
Quaraun stared at the food like it might explode.
“Is it poisoned?”
“Only with love, SugarPlum.”
GhoulSpawn reappeared with a stolen microwave under one arm.
“Hey, uh, so, uh, I’m not sayin’ you’re right, but like, I just did detect a spike in gamma radiation under the bridge.”
BoomFuzzy slapped his forehead.
“Goddammit, Ghoulie.”
“It might be unrelated,” GhoulSpawn offered.
“Gamma fuckin’ radiation is never unrelated!”
Quaraun dropped the lobster roll. Screamed.
“WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!”
“YA FUCKING IDIOT GOAT! I JUST GOT HIM CALMED DOWN!”
“I’m a Sheep — “
A rat ran across the broken road.
Quaraun vaporized it.
The crowd fled. Humans ran screaming down the street.
BoomFuzzy sighed.
“Well. That’s lunch rush over.”
Quaraun curled into a fetal ball beside the vardo. Rocked. Whimpered.
“The trumpet. I heard it. I heard it.”
BoomFuzzy knelt beside him. Took his face in both hands. Kissed him hard. Again.
“There. See? No angels. No death. No mushroom apocalypse. Just me. Just now. Calm yer pink frilly arse down.”
Quaraun blinked.
Paused.
Swallowed hard.
“The card still says Judgement.”
BoomFuzzy rubbed his temples.
“I fuckin’ hate the city.”
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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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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 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
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