Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
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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- EelKat Wendy C Allen: Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author & Art Car Designer
- Index of Pink Necromancer Fiction on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)
- The Accidental Love Potion, a short fiction story (Part 6 of Space Dock 13's First Leap Through Space) A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short featuring Space Dock 13
The Accidental Love Potion
(Part 6 of Space Dock 13's First Leap Through Space)
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short featuring Space Dock 13
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.
The Accidental Love Potion
The scent of sizzling mushrooms filled the kitchen of the BioDome, a savoury mix of earthy and buttery aromas that clung to the humid air. BoomFuzzy stood over the stove, his dreadlocks tied back with a purple tartan ribbon. A small mound of freshly harvested alien mushrooms lay on the counter—some the size of dinner plates, others no bigger than a coin. Their caps shimmered with iridescent hues, glinting under the harsh light of the retro-futuristic kitchen.
With the synthetic air systems in the BioDome, BoomFuzzy had taken to cooking in here instead of in the lighthouse or outside over a campfire, as was his usual way of cooking. They had been several weeks on Planet Ptarmagin now and had settled into their new routines.
“Quaraun, me Love,” BoomFuzzy called out, stirring the pan. “I’ve got somethin’ special brewin’ for ya tonight.”
Quaraun shuffled into the room, leaning heavily on his cane. His mechanical fingers tapped nervously against the silver shaft.
“You know how I feel about wild mushrooms on this planet,” he said, his voice tinged with unease. “What if they’re toxic? Or parasitic?”
BoomFuzzy chuckled, tossing a pinch of glittering salt into the pan.
“I tested them meself. I still here ain’t I?”
“You are a Lich! You are already dead. You are UnDead. Things that kill the living will not kill you because you are already dead. Just because something is not toxic to you does not mean it is not toxic to me or Glinta or my children or my handmaids or — ”
“Ah, they’re fine. Found ’em meself this mornin’. Trust me, Love. Ya love mushroom recipes.”
“With Earth mushrooms that we know are safe.”
“Ye’ll adore this dish.”
Quaraun sighed, his long silver hair coiling restlessly around his shoulders.
“I trust you... but if I die, it’s your fault.”
“Ye won’t die,” BoomFuzzy replied.
Dinner was quiet at first, save for the occasional clink of cutlery against plates. The entire UnSeelie Court, all four hundred people, sat around the huge communal eating area of the BioDome. The mushroom dish was delicious. Of this every one agreed. Its flavours rich and complex, with a hint of sweetness that lingered on the tongue. Even GhoulSpawn, who usually avoided BoomFuzzy’s experiments, had a second helping.
But within minutes, things started to feel... strange.
Quaraun was the first to notice.
He leaned across the table, his blue eyes fixed on BoomFuzzy with an intensity that made the Phooka blink.
“Unicorn,” Quaraun said softly, his voice trembling with emotion as he wrapped his arms around BoomFuzzy’s neck, and slithered closer to sit on Fae king’s lap. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Aye, I do,” BoomFuzzy replied, raising an eyebrow. “But... ah… ye alright, Love? Ya acting kind of loopy.”
“I don’t think you understand,” Quaraun continued, forgetting that he never used contractions, his voice rising to a dramatic pitch. He grabbed BoomFuzzy’s hand, clutching it like a lifeline. “You’re my everything. My sun, my stars, my—”
“Here we go,” GhoulSpawn muttered, slumping in his chair. “Emo egdelord is going mega cringe lord on us.”
Quaraun’s poetic tirade showed no signs of stopping.
“Without you, my existence would be a void! A bleak, endless abyss of despair!”
He gestured wildly, his long hair swirling like ribbons around him.
BoomFuzzy stared at him, then at the empty plate in front of Quaraun.
“Ah, what’s got into ye, Love? Ya act like ya been licking LSD cubes again.”
“It’s not just him,” a Goblin servent said, pointing to GhoulSpawn.
“I’ve never realized how... incredible I am.” GhoulSpawn’s voice uncharacteristically dreamy. He gazed at his reflection in a nearby monitor, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “I am gorgeous. My hair is so golden. So vibrant. It’s like I’m a walking miracle of quantum perfection.”
Others around the room were acting similarly strange.
BoomFuzzy’s dreadlocks bristled.
“What in the bloody blazes is goin’ on here?”
It didn’t take long for BoomFuzzy to piece it together.
“The mushrooms,” he muttered, pacing the kitchen while Quaraun clung to his arm like a vine, dragging along behind him. “Somethin’ in ’em’s actin’ like a love potion. Affects everyone differently.”
“You think?” GhoulSpawn said, still admiring himself in the monitor. “I feel amazing. I should write a book about myself.”
“Unicorn,” Quaraun whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “Promise me you’ll never leave. Swear it!”
BoomFuzzy gently pried Quaraun off his arm.
“Love, I’m not goin’ anywhere. But I need to fix this mess before ya drive me mad.”
Quaraun’s lower lip trembled.
“You think I’m mad? You hate me, don’t you?”
BoomFuzzy groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“No, I don’t hate ya. But I cannae think straight with all this carryin’ on.”
GhoulSpawn waved dismissively.
“You’re overreacting. Everyone’s fine. I mean, look at me—I’ve never been better!”
As if to prove his point, he stood up and struck a ridiculous pose, his green coat billowing like a superhero’s cape.
BoomFuzzy grabbed a stray orb belonging to Toobe, the BioDome’s AI, and barked into it.
“Toobe, run a scan on the air filters. Make sure this potion thing hasn’t spread.”
The AI’s metallic voice buzzed back.
“Air quality normal. Fungal spore levels elevated. Recommend immediate containment.”
BoomFuzzy cursed under his breath.
“Figures.”
By the time BoomFuzzy returned to the living quarters, Quaraun had escalated from clingy to full-blown theatrical. He stood atop a table, his arms outstretched as he recited a poem he’d apparently just composed.
“My heart bleeds for you, Unicorn!
A wound so deep, it cannot heal!
My soul is torn asunder—”
“Enough!” BoomFuzzy shouted, pulling Quaraun down from the table. “Love, yer embarrassin’ yerself.”
Quaraun collapsed into his arms, sobbing.
“You think I’m an embarrassment. I knew it!”
BoomFuzzy sighed.
“GhoulSpawn!”
The Sheep Demon poked his head in, his grin still annoyingly wide.
“Yes, oh wise and handsome BoomFuzzy? Though not as wise or as handsome as me.”
“Get yer smug arse to the lab and help me reverse this before I lose what’s left o’ me sanity!”
With GhoulSpawn’s help, and Toobe’s endless cheerfully sarcastic commentary, BoomFuzzy concocted an antidote. It involved boiling down the remaining mushrooms with a mix of chemicals from the BioDome’s supply closet.
They tested it on Quaraun first, who had taken to writing a love letter on the walls in pink chalk. The effect was instantaneous.
Quaraun blinked, his expression shifting from dreamy adoration to mortified confusion.
“What... what happened?” He looked at BoomFuzzy. “Why are you holding me?” He looked up at the pink chalk. “WHO HAS BEEN WRITING ALL OVER MY WALLS!!!”
“Ya don’t want tae know,” BoomFuzzy replied, shoving the antidote into his hands. “Drink.”
By the end of the night, everyone was back to normal—though Quaraun refused to look anyone in the eye, his face bright red.
BoomFuzzy leaned against the kitchen counter, shaking his head at the chaos.
“Never touchin’ those mushrooms again.”
“Good call,” GhoulSpawn said, his usual sarcasm returning. “Next time, let’s stick to recipes that don’t turn us into lunatics.”
Quaraun, who was brushing scrubbing the pink chalk off the walls, shot them both a glare.
“This is your fault, Unicorn. I will make pay for this.”
BoomFuzzy smirked.
“Ya al’ready did, Love. Ya al’ready did.”
I can’t stop writing chapters for this. Here’s the rest of the set of Space Dock 13’s First Leap Through Space:
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Part 5:
Part 6:
Monster Lore for this set:
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
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
🌸🦄🌸 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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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 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
This page, including all art, photos, and text was written & created by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All Rights Reserved.