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Lens and Light Maintenance

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.

Lens and Light Maintenance

Quaraun stood at the base of the spiral staircase, gazing upward at the daunting height of the lighthouse tower.

The worn stone steps coiled around the inside wall, spiralling toward the top where the massive Fresnel lens perched like a crown jewel. The pale light filtering through the glass cast eerie, wavering patterns across the icy walls. His long, pink silk robes trailed behind him, glimmering as they caught the fractured light.

“Ya gonna clean that thing or stare at it all day?” BoomFuzzy’s voice rumbled from below, carrying the distinct lilt of his Scottish brogue.

The old Phooka was perched on a crate, chewing thoughtfully on a licorice stick, his steampunk goggles pushed up onto his forehead. His long grey dreadlocks hung over his shoulders, and his purple tartan great kilt was hiked up high enough to display more thigh than was strictly necessary.

“It’s no’ gonna polish itself, Quaraun.”

“I am not staring at it,” Quaraun said, though he very clearly had been. He leaned more heavily on his cane, his silver chains jingling softly as he adjusted his balance. His long white jellyfish hair, shimmering like moonlight, slithered around him in lazy coils. “I am assessing it. There is a difference.”

“Aye, well, from down here, it looks a lot like procrastinatin’.”

GhoulSpawn appeared from behind a pile of rusted equipment, clutching a bucket of soapy water in one hand and a rag in the other. His golden fleece glinted under the dim light, and his enormous curling horns nearly scraped the low ceiling. He had tied his hair back in a loose, shaggy ponytail, though several stray locks still dangled over his eyes.

“Dudes, if we don’t clean this thing, the light’s not gonna reach the coastline, and, like, ships are totally gonna crash into the icebergs and stuff.”

Quaraun’s lips curled into a sly smile.

“That would be a shame,” he said sarcastically, glancing down at BoomFuzzy.

BoomFuzzy winked.

“Aye. Such a shame if ships crashed… and we accidentally gathered up all that loot.”

GhoulSpawn’s ears flicked back.

“Are you two hatching evil plots again?”

“Of course we are!” BoomFuzzy chirped cheerfully. “What else would us evil masterminds be doin’?”

GhoulSpawn sighed.

“Dudes, I thought we were trying to give up piracy.”

“Correction, Glinta,” Quaraun answered. “YOU were trying to give up your raging kleptomania. Unicorn and I are perfectly content with out flaws and have no intention of getting rid of them.”

Quaraun climbed the steps toward the lens, his jellyfish-like hair slithering behind him in pink, venomous coils.

“And,” Quaraun continued. “We are not pirates.”

“Really? You charge a keeper’s toll so high that ships try to sneak through, then you turn the light off, and summon sea monsters while BoomFuzzy summons storms. All so you can deliberately crash ships on your beach, so you can loot the spoils. What do you call it if not pirates?”

“We are maritime entrepreneurs.”

“That’s literally just pirates with extra steps,” GhoulSpawn complained.

Quaraun sighed and took a delicate step toward the staircase. His jellyfish hair coiled protectively around his body as he ascended.

“Careful now, Cupcake!” BoomFuzzy called after him. “If ya slip and break yer neck, I ain’t scrapin’ yer jelly arse off the floor!”

“I am capable of walking up stairs.”

“Mm-hmm. Just remember who’s gonna be stuck cleaning that lens alone if ya tumble down, aye?”

Quaraun climbed to the top of the tower, his cane clicking softly on each step. He reached the top of the tower, where the large Fresnel lens loomed before him, a glittering construct of cut glass prisms and brass framework.

Light fractured through it, casting rainbows on the walls. The glass, however, was clouded with a thin film of salt and grime.

“Ugh.” Quaraun wrinkled his nose and drew a pink silk handkerchief from his sleeve. “Glinta, hand me that cloth.”

GhoulSpawn bounded up the steps, surprisingly nimble for someone with hooves, and passed Quaraun the rag.

“Careful, dude. Those prisms are, like, super delicate.”

“I am aware. I have been taking care of this lighthouse for three hundred years now. You have only been here a few months.”

Quaraun reached out and began to polish the glass with slow, careful strokes. The grime lifted under the cloth, revealing the smooth, clear glass beneath. His bionic gloves whirred faintly as the delicate mechanisms adjusted to the fine movements of his crippled fingers.

“Yer missin’ a spot,” BoomFuzzy said, appearing at the top of the staircase. He leaned lazily against the brass railing, his gold plated teeth glinting in the dim light.

“I am not missing a spot,” Quaraun replied.

“Aye, ya are. Right there.” BoomFuzzy pointed with his licorice stick.

Quaraun’s ears twitched with irritation, but he dutifully polished the indicated area. The glass gleamed.

“Looks pretty good,” GhoulSpawn said, peering closely at the lens. His large golden pleco eyes narrowed. “Uh… wait… dudes… I think there’s a crack.”

Quaraun froze.

“Where?”

“There.” GhoulSpawn pointed at a faint spiderweb pattern at the edge of one of the prisms.

Quaraun leaned in, his breath fogging the glass. The crack was small but deep, radiating outward like a frozen lightning bolt.

“I shall have to repair that.”

BoomFuzzy grunted.

“Ya got anythin’ for glass repair?”

“Of course.” Quaraun slid his Rainbow Wand from the folds of his pink robes and adjusted the settings. The white beam clicked into place with a soft hum. “Stand back.”

BoomFuzzy yanked GhoulSpawn out of the way.

“Ya might wanna cover yer eyes, Goat.”

“I’m a sheep.”

GhoulSpawn squinted as Quaraun pressed the wand’s tip to the glass. A brilliant white laser light pulsed through the lens. The crack glowed, then fused together with a soft hiss of heat meeting cold. When the light faded, the glass was smooth and unblemished.

Quaraun stepped back, inspecting his work with a critical eye.

“There.”

“Aye, looks good,” BoomFuzzy said. He sauntered over, looping an arm around Quaraun’s waist and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Now how ‘bout we polish off this job properly with a drink, and a polish of ya arse, eh?”

“After I finish polishing the lens.”

BoomFuzzy groaned.

“Yer no fun.”

“You will thank me when ships stop crashing into the icebergs.”

BoomFuzzy grinned.

“Or when they do, and we’re first on the scene to collect the cargo, aye?”

Quaraun smiled.

“Exactly. The light must be bright to guide ships close to the rocks, before we turn the light out and watch them crash.”

GhoulSpawn buried his face in his hands.

“You guys are so evil.”

“Thank you,” Quaraun said proudly.

“Why is that a good thing?”

“I am the world’s most powerful, most feared, and most evil wizard. A reputation I worked hard to get and plan to keep.”

“You like being a super villian, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Uh… dudes?” GhoulSpawn’s eyes widened. He pointed toward the window. “We, uh… we might have other problems.”

Through the frosted glass, the silhouette of a massive zombie whale lumbered through the fog, its rotting flesh barely held together by frozen tendons.

Quaraun’s smile widened.

“Oh. A storm and a sea monster? How delightful.”

“Delightful? How is that delightful?”

“Glinta, I am the Pink Necromancer, and that there is a giant zombie. Do you realize how easy it will be for me to encase it just below the surface, to lay in wait for the next ship that passes and refuses to pay my keeper’s toll?”

“”You’re not seriously going to capture that thing and keep it for a pet are you?”

“Of course! And Unicorn is a Fost Lich. He can harness that storm, trap it in a bottle, to be released on any ships that try to sneak past in the night.”

BoomFuzzy grinned, adjusting his goggles.

“Shall we?”

Quaraun pointed his Rainbow Wand toward the fog.

“We shall.”


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aaa-quaraun-boomfuzzy-ghoulspawn-v12-banner-wboarder-wtextThe 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. đŸŒ¸đŸŚ„đŸŒ¸

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  • Kindle, eBook, Print Paperback, & full colour illustrated Hardcover Editions from this series can be found on: Amazon

Meet The Characters

Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here

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Includes the following stories:

  1. The Cursed Mirror
  2. A Quiet Morning with the Sound of Waves, Wind, and an Abundance of Fresh-Caught Fish
  3. Candied Nightmares
  4. Sapphire and Calm
  5. The Soul Eater
  6. The Drip
  7. The Cold Embrace 
  8. GhoulSpawn in the Walls
  9. A Dark and Stormy Night
  10. Braving the Icy Winds
  11. Herons in the Dunes
  12. Emerald Reflections Under The Lighthouse Light
  13. Whispering Shadows in the Fog
  14. Walking Through the Wreckage
  15. Bone Dice
  16. A Flapdoodle Wackadoodle Noodle Wizard’s Duel
  17. Chaos in The Lighthouse: Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds
  18. Yelling at the Snowstorm
  19. The Lighthouse Keeper
  20. Quarreling Over the Last Slice of Pizza
  21. MoonSnail Cove, Maine
  22. Walking Along the Edge
  23. The Singing Crabgrass Crabs — A Green Fairy Wine Tale
  24. A Pocketful of Memories
  25. The Potter’s Hands
  26. Cold Beach, Warm Hearts
  27. Unease
  28. Dance in the Rain
  29. Every Lighthouse Keeper Dies
  30. A Cliff-side Overlook
  31. Breezy Afternoon
  32. Adoration - GhoulSpawn’s Perspective
  33. Adoration - BoomFuzzy’s Perspective
  34. Bitter Cold Winds
  35. Lover’s Triangle
  36. The Storm's Embrace
  37. Rosewater and Silk
  38. Weaving Memories by the Sea
  39. Necromancy: A Day in the Life of a Bumbling Necromancer
  40. Terror in the Silver Mist
  41. Gourmet Wonders
  42. A Threatening Letter
  43. Under the Light of a Dying Moon
  44. Unspoken Words Between Us as We Walk Through the Snow Together
  45. The Restful Sigh
  46. Psionic Warriors Channelling the Power of the Mind
  47. Springtime Drizzle
  48. Lens and Light Maintenance
  49. Tumultuous Tempest
  50. Silvered Lament
  51. Zoning Out, Watching the Snowflakes Fall Without Feeling Anything
  52. Realizing We Might Actually Be Safe
  53. The Scent of Ink and Roses
  54. A Shared Moment of Silence: Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn Under the Moonlit Sky
  55. The Floating Paper Lanterns Beneath the Black Tower
  56. Shadows
  57. Stormbound Shadows
  58. Halloween Chaos with BoomFuzzy the Candy Corn Unicorn 
  59. Staring at the Stars
  60. Sitting on the Edge of a Cliff
  61. The Day the Lighthouse Glowed a Little Too Brightly
  62. Longing for the Warmth of the Sun, We Found Only More Darkness
  63. The Woes of Laundry: A Small Task in a Quiet Day
  64. The Shared Quiet Moments
  65. The Arrival
  66. The Scents of Simplicity: BoomFuzzy’s Kitchen and the Softness of Home
  67. In a land of ice and gloom, Where the blizzards often loom…(A blizzard hits a village...)
  68. Desolate Nostalgia on a Frozen Shoreline
  69. The Trade Caravan
  70. Bone Dice - Again
  71. Lightkeeper's Dilemma
  72. The Silent Knock
  73. The Old Haunted Quilt 
  74. Resting by the Fire
  75. The Struggle of Maintaining Their Lighthouse Home in a Harsh Winter Storm
  76. Golden Hands
  77. Sweeping the Lighthouse
  78. Sunrise Mocks the Aching Heart, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf
  79. The Real Nightmares
  80. There’s Beauty in the Destruction
  81. The Lighthouse’s Glass-Eyed Horror
  82. What Unites Us?
  83. Velvety and Vile
  84. Mud, Bums, and the Epic Quest for Cleanliness
  85. BoomFuzzy’s Clam Chowder, His Love for Seafood, and The Joy of a Shared Meal
  86. The Cold Night's Warmth
  87. Haikus & Historians
  88. The Evening’s End: Quiet Conversations and Comfort in the Home They Built Together
  89. Peering Through the Mist and Finding Nothing But More Fog
  90. Wandering Paper Boats
  91. A Solitary Black Sock
  92. The Brownies & The Witch, or Why Faeries Don’t Wear Socks
  93. A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub
  94. Making the Bed
  95. The Black Sock, Again
  96. The Eaten Moon
  97. Sunset: A Bleeding Wound Upon The Sea, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf
  98. Making Tea in the Middle of a Storm
  99. If Objects Had Desire
  100. Drying Herbs
  101. Lighthouse at the End of the World
  102. The Reflection in the Fog
  103. The Series Prologue aka Quaraun’s Backstory
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Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal

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Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd

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