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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 |
đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
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 itâs 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of itâs very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane â 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 Quaraunâs 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 Quaraunâs 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:â
-âIMAGE 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.â
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.
-âIMAGE 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.
â-âArt by Wendy Christine Allen.â
-âNot 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.
Melting Candle Drips
(NaNoWriMo & NovNov 2025, Day 2, November 2, 2025)
The lantern flickered over the worktable, amber light spilling onto scattered tools, glass shards, and half-finished silk embroidery. Quaraun sat primly on his stool, back straight, mechanical gold-plated gloves resting lightly on the smooth tabletop. The candle in front of him dripped slowly, molten wax forming rivulets that hardened in strange shapes. Each drop glimmered like captured sunlight, and he watched, mesmerized.
The shapes reminded him of sea creatures. Tentacles, shells, curling fins. Jellyfish, even. His twelve-foot hair twitched, silver strands twitching like sentient, stinging filaments across the floor, occasionally curling into the wax puddles. He flexed the fingers of his gloves experimentally. The touch of the wax was both repulsive and hypnotic. The kits stirred inside him. His swollen belly pressed against the silk of his robe, heavy as a waterlogged sack. He felt the tiny nudges, rhythmic and persistent.
âI am The Pink Necromancer, Wizard of the DiJinn Order,â Quaraun said to the empty tent, voice cold and precise, ears twitching, chains jingling from silver earrings as they brushed the delicate bridge of his nose. âI am the master of forms. Even molten wax obeys my scrutiny.â
BoomFuzzy shuffled closer, short legs padded in soft boots, robes brushing the table. The air smelled of lilac, cloves, gingerbread, the scent of baking and old wood smoke.
âDonât go makinâ them patterns too small, JellyElf,â he said, voice low, rasping with mischief and age. âI need to see âem proper. Canât miss the fine lines, or Iâll be fuckinâ upset.â
Quaraun twitched his nose delicately.
âYour concern is noted, Unicorn, yet entirely unnecessary. Observation is sufficient. I am precise. I am⌠meticulous.â
He bent closer, nostrils filling with the rose-sweet smell of his own robes and braids. Wax hardened into curling shapes, spirals like alien shells, crescents like the curled limbs of some ocean predator, each one forming organically despite his will.
GhoulSpawn loomed in the shadows of the tent, golden fleeced legs crossed awkwardly, wool damp with condensation from the cold outside.
âThe rate of solidification is⌠logarithmically increasing,â he said, voice hesitant, finger tracing the edge of a wax pool. âAt ambient temperature, the internal crystallization forms microfractures. You should not lean too closeâbody heat could alter the viscosity and the kitsââ
Quaraun interrupted sharply.
âI am aware of my body, GhoulSpawn. I am not a child. My belly is full, yes, the kits active, yet they do not require constant commentary on physical thermodynamics.â
He pressed a hand to the warm mound, feeling the small kicks beneath silk. âYour math does not frighten me.â
BoomFuzzy laughed, a harsh bark that rattled the tentâs frame.
âYa bahookie needs a right slappinâ if he keeps overthinkinâ thaâ wee ones. JellyElf, stop fussinâ. Let âem wiggle. Let âem kick. Yeâll not burst, I swear it.â
His hands found Quaraunâs shoulders, warm, solid, tactile, the flesh beneath robes like firm loamy soil under his palms.
Quaraun exhaled slowly, a shiver running up his spine as his tentacle hair quivered in response.
âWe jellyfish do not fear physical consequences in the manner of humans,â he murmured, eyes fixed on the amber glow of the wax. âWe observe, we contemplate, we⌠form. All forms. Even wax obeys natural logic. Even forms we have yet to name.â
A drip fell from the candle, forming a tiny mound that resembled a translucent jellyfish, complete with curling tendrils. Quaraunâs lips twitched in approval.
âPerfect,â he said. âIt is beautiful. It is⌠alive.â
The kits rolled and shifted, tiny movements pressing against his hand. He felt their energy as a subtle vibration, a psionic thrum, as if the Thullid essence in him reached into them, teaching form and symmetry.
BoomFuzzy leaned closer, smelling of frost, smoke, and gingerbread.
âI love watchinâ ye like this, JellyElf. All prim and dainty, yet yer belly tells me ye are alive with them inside. Makes me fuckinâ soft, ye ken?â His fingers brushed Quaraunâs arm, caressing silk, brushing tentacles aside, lingering. âCan I touch âem?â
Quaraunâs voice was firm.
âNo. You may observe. You may⌠admire. But touch must wait. Respect form, Unicorn. Observe the flow, the growth. Even wax must harden on its own schedule.â
GhoulSpawn cleared his throat nervously.
âThe patterning of the wax is⌠fractal. It resembles neural networks in microcosm. Potentially useful forââ
Quaraun waved a delicate hand, silver chains jingling.
âEnough. Observation only. Form is the essence. Wax, silk, tentacles, kits. Everything forms according to laws beyond human comprehension. Even BoomFuzzy, tiny and chaotic, forms a part of this order.â
BoomFuzzy chuckled, brushing the side of Quaraunâs face with rough fingers, pressing lips briefly to silken cheek.
âYeâre daft, me wee JellyElf. Iâll feed ye, keep ye warm, watch over yer belly. Fuckinâ promise.â
Quaraun allowed himself a small exhale, eyes softening as the kits nudged in response to the warmth. The candle dripped steadily. Amber pools hardened on the worktable. Forms rose and fell, tentacles curling, tiny shells forming as if by instinct.
âObserve everything,â Quaraun murmured to himself, the whisper carrying psionic weight. âObserve, contemplate, shape without touching, control without interference. Even in chaos, there is form. Even in wax, there is⌠life.â
Outside the tent, the night remained still, the cold air smelling faintly of sea salt, snow, and distant marshes. Inside, the amber glow painted Quaraunâs silver hair, pink robes, and delicate chains in molten light. BoomFuzzy hummed softly, humming warmth into Quaraunâs belly. GhoulSpawn scribbled notes furiously, careful not to touch.
Quaraun leaned closer to the amber candle, his swollen belly brushing against the silk of his robe, the kits shifting and pressing against him like small, insistent tides. The molten wax dripped slower now, thickening into strange coral shapes. He twirled a finger, encased in gold-plated gloves, around a cooling drop, feeling it resist his touch.
âWe jellyfish understand forms differently,â he muttered to himself, voice low and deliberate. âWe do not perceive them as objects. We perceive them as⌠extensions of thought, expansions of being.â
His hair stirred across the table, silver tentacles sliding over wax rivulets. They hissed faintly, venomous moisture leaving a glistening residue.
BoomFuzzy crouched beside him, small hands brushing Quaraunâs tentacle hair aside.
âYe watchinâ thaâ wax too long, me wee JellyElf,â he said. âYer belly, them kits, theyâll get restless if ye obsess. Need to stretch, move, breathe.â
The lilac scent of BoomFuzzyâs robes and cloves rolled into Quaraunâs senses, warm and grounding against the rose-sweet silk.
Quaraun flexed, feeling a tiny kick from one of the kits, sharp enough to startle him.
âThey are persistent. They perceive. They act independently.â He bent closer to the wax, watching a drop curl like a miniature jellyfish, tentacles extending. âEven in amber, life exists. Form is life. Life is form.â
GhoulSpawn shuffled forward, wool damp and golden fleeced limbs brushing against the table edge.
âThermal transfer from your body could accelerate crystallization,â he said, voice hesitant. âIf ambient temperature rises above thirty-two degrees, microfractures may develop. Could injureââ
âDo not interrupt,â Quaraun snapped, delicate chains tinkling as his ears twitched. âI am aware of the physics. I am aware of the kits. I am aware of the wax. Observation is enough. Contemplation is enough.â
BoomFuzzy chuckled, pressing his face briefly to Quaraunâs belly.
âYe daft wee JellyElf, me wee ones kick for me too, ken? Iâll keep âem warm, keep âem safe. Even from yer jellyfish logic.â
Quaraun allowed himself a small smile, focusing on the wax again. The drops twisted, hardened, and gleamed, as if the forms themselves were aware of his scrutiny. His mind hummed, tentacles tingling.
Form. Form. Form.
Form. Form. Form.
The word hummed through Quaraunâs mind, winding into the soft, silken tangle of his tentacle hair. He lowered himself to the worktable, careful of the swell of his belly, the kits shifting, pressing insistently against the pink silk of his robe. The amber candlelight reflected off the glassy wax rivulets, illuminating the fine, gilded tips of his prosthetic gloves. Each rivulet seemed to pulse with an internal life, like tiny, trapped jellyfish suspended in honeyed time.
âI shall record,â he whispered, voice trembling with precise excitement, âthe observation of form. The intersection of wax and life. The eternal drift of matter as it yields and hardens.â
BoomFuzzy pressed close, cheek brushing the swell of Quaraunâs belly.
âYe plan to write while yer bellyâs as full as the Moon itself, eh, me wee JellyElf?â he asked, lilac, clove, and anise scents rolling off him in comforting waves. âMind the kits, ken? Theyâre pushinâ about.â
âI am aware of their persistence,â Quaraun replied, his long ears twitching, silver chains jingling. âThey are integral to observation.â
He unrolled a length of pale parchment, smooth under his gloved fingers. A quill, feathered and sharp, hovered above the surface. One kit nudged his bladder, a tiny kick, and he shifted slightly, the silk brushing the candleâs base. Tentacles swayed in careful arcs, avoiding molten wax. He dipped the quill and began to write:
âWax drips, amber tears,
Falling, curling, in silent spheres.
Tentacles reach, silver and thin,
Brushing edges of molten skin.
Jellyfish pulse, unseen beneath,
Whispering tides of form and sheath.
Candle burns, a slow decay,
Shapes dissolve, then hold their sway.
Kits within, they kick, they pry,
Like drifting creatures in my eye.
Amber pools, a mirrored sea,
Wax and life, entwined, set free.
Observation bends the form to thought,
Jellyfish logic is all I have sought.â
BoomFuzzy hummed low, rough lips brushing Quaraunâs temple.
âYe daft wee JellyElf, yer poetry makes me want tae wrap ye up and keep ye close all night. Can feel the kits, feel the wax⌠feel ye.â
GhoulSpawn hovered near, wool damp, eyes glinting gold in lantern light.
âViscosity measurements are off byââ
âI am not concerned with deviation,â Quaraun said sharply, glancing at the swirling shapes his quill captured. âI am concerned with form. Life. Movement. Amber, silk, jellyfish, kits. Everything obeys form.â
The candle burned lower, wax curling into delicate sculptures. Quaraun leaned back, observing, absorbing the warm rose scent of his silks, the lilac-spiced presence of BoomFuzzy, the earthy golden tang of GhoulSpawnâs wool. The poem rested complete on the parchment, a map of his consciousness, the kits pressing from within as though to approve.
Tentacles twitched.
Form. Form. Form.
A drop fell again.
Perfect.
A jellyfish.
Alive.
Formed.
And Quaraun, Pink Necromancer, Sacred Jellyfish of MoonSnail Cove, smiled.
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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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?
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(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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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
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