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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.
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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane â A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction
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My version of The Horror Fantasy Cliff-side Mansion Full of Cthulhu Priests aka Here is My Result From The PortCon 2024 Worldbuilding Story Challenge
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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
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 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.
PortCon 2024 was my 10th year attending, though life issues and health issues, caused me to only be able to attend 2 days this year, and only one panel each day. Unfortunately, my muscle and nerve deterioration has reached a point where I can now only stand up for very short amounts of time, and am only able to get out of bed for 2 or 3 hours MAX per day.
This means walking the vast halls of the Hilton Hotel, or trying to walk through the Maine Mall, have become nearly impossible. Each of the past 3 years, Iâve spent fewer and fewer hours at PortCon.
While I used to attend over a dozen conventions, festivals, and car shows every summer, PortCon is now the last remaining convention I still attend, and Iâm not sure how much longer I am going to be able to do that.
I donât know if Iâll be able to even attempt to attend next year or not. Its very distressing. I love PortCon so much, but there is a very high probability 2024 is my last time of being able to attend.
PortConâs website for those unfamiliar with the event:
However, as my long time readers know, since 2015, every year, I attend the writing workshops held by author B.H.Pierce, who is one of my favourite authors.
Each year he does an audience participation writing challenge. Itâs slightly different each year, but the basic premise is this:
To teach new writers how to build an interesting world for their story, he asks the audience to come up with various worldbuilding elements, elements that seemingly do not go together, and challenges writers in the workshop to take those elements and write a story with them, see what they come up with.
I use this challenge every year, to write a story for my Quaraun series. And it has included such stories as âThe Cities of The Slushiesâ, âThe Curse of the Corn Mageâ, and âThe Mysterious Floating Turtle Islandâ.
This year we have a Call of Cthulhu inspired Cliffside Manor.
Well⌠seeing how I was CosPlaying a Call of Cthulhu Cultist this year, and my Quaraun series is outright blatant Call of Cthulhu fanfiction, you know we going to use ZooLockâs cult for this one! LOL!
Here is the challenge (the elements to include are listed in the image):
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I ran a new panel at #Portcon today, Setting and Story! Itâs all about how to tie a story and its setting together with the theme and plot. Like usual in my worldbuilding panels, I had the audience build something with me as we went along. As usual, it was hilarious.
Hmmm, you know whatâ Cliffsideâ was the random word for Day 8 of Julyâs One Word Writing Challenge; should I count this as qualifying for that or not?
One Word Writing Prompt Challenge
A Month of Writing Prompts (Created for July 2024)medium.com
You know what⌠Iâll count it for now, but Iâll probably do a 2nd âCliffsideâ story when I get to Day 8 of that other challenge. Who knows? Maybe itâll be a part 2 of this cliff-side story?
If you are wondering what the KishĹtenketsu Structure is, and, like me, you found the previous linked Wikipedia page rather lacking in detail, here instead is a Medium page which does an excellent job at explaining the KishĹtenketsu story structure and how it is written:
Check out the graphs they made, and then, as you read the story, notice that they flow in that manner. That is the KishĹtenketsu Story Structure.
I find the 4 act/slice of life/character driven/slow paced/cozy meandering/KishĹtenketsu Story Structure to be much more satisfying both to write and to read, then the Western 3 act plot/conflict/fast paced/tension filled/inciting incident driven âHeroâs Journeyâ story structure which is used by most American/European stories.
I quite enjoyed writing about the cliff-side mansion today, but, did not focus much on the mansion or the cliff-side, perhaps I can do that for Day 8 of the one word challenge? I do think I would like to go back to this story I just wrote here, and explore the mansion in more detail.
Here is my result:
--My version of The Horror Fantasy Cliff-side Mansion Full of Cthulhu Priests aka Here is My Result From The PortCon 2024 Worldbuilding Story Challenge
The setting sun bathed The Blue Monkey in a warm, golden light.
Quaraun, GhoulSpawn, and BoomFuzzy were sprawled out on the upper deck, enjoying a rare moment of tranquillity. The riverboat drifted lazily down the river, the gentle sound of water lapping against its sides creating a soothing melody.
Quaraun sighed contentedly, leaning against BoomFuzzy.
âItâs so peaceful,â he murmured.
BoomFuzzy nodded, his dreadlocks swaying slightly in the breeze.
âAye, it is. We donât get many moments like this.â
GhoulSpawn, polishing his cloven hooves, glanced up.
âEnjoy it while it lasts.â
As the boat rounded a bend, a sudden interruption shattered the peaceful scene.
A tall cliff-side loomed ahead, with a stone mansion clinging precariously to its edge. The mansion was ancient and imposing, its weathered stone walls covered in creeping vines. On its many balconies stood figures in bright yellow robes, heavily embroidered with glistening pearls.
Quaraunâs eyes widened in horror.
âThe Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish,â he whispered, his voice trembling. âItâs one of ZooLockâs temples. I had no idea they had one in this area.â
BoomFuzzy stiffened, his usual jovial demeanour replaced by a rare look of concern.
âZooLockâs temples? Here?â
Quaraun nodded, his grip tightening on BoomFuzzyâs arm.
âWe need to be careful.â
The puce-coloured squid-headed tentacle priests, with their grotesque faces and flowing robes, chanted in the squishy Thullid language. Their voices echoed across the water, a haunting melody that sent shivers down Quaraunâs spine.
The large blue riverboat continued to drift closer, drawn by the current, and the priestsâ eyes fixed on the trio with an eerie intensity.
âWe canât let them see us,â GhoulSpawn muttered, glancing around for a place to hide.
BoomFuzzy shook his head.
âItâs too late for that. Theyâve already seen us.â
Quaraunâs mind raced.
âWe need to act like weâre just passing by, like we have nothing to do with them.â
âQuaraun, yis the only eye blinding pink thing on the blooming planet. They already know who ya is.â
âYou think ZooLock is here?â
âYis the Mother Brain, why ya asking me?â
âI donât sense him. Justs his cultists. But I should have sensed them sooner. They must have some kind of barrier blocking my ability to hear their thoughts.â
âCan they do that?â GhoulSpawn asked.
âTheyâre doing it.â
âWhat do they want?â
BoomFuzzy answered before Quaraun had a chance to respond. âHims The Sacred Pink JellyFish. They think our Elf is The Elder God.â
âAre you?â GhoulSpawn asked Quaraun.
âI took the form of an Elf to get away from them. When I was a JellyFish they kept me imprisoned in a goldfish bowl for centuries. ZooLock was my prison guard. He convinced himself I was a deity, started building these temples, and gathering up followers. Then one day they turned on him. He took me and fled. They said I was a false god, but I never claimed to be a god at all. That was all ZooLock. He found this Elf, dying on the shores of Ivujivik, implanted me in itâs brain. Now Iâm stuck in this Elfâs body, instead of stuck in a goldfish bowl! I hate ZooLock! He destroyed my life! I used to be a JellyFish living free in the ocean. Now Iâm trapped in a body that will drown if I take it out into the ocean. He did this to me! All because heâs obsessed with some crazy idea of ancient Elder Gods, which he thinks I am! His cultists follow me everywhere! I canât settle down, I have to constantly be on the move, because no matter where I go they always find me!â
The boat moved past the mansion, the priestsâ chanting growing louder. Quaraun and BoomFuzzy exchanged worried glances, while GhoulSpawn tried to appear nonchalant.
As The Blue Monkey drifted past the temple, the priests continued their ominous chanting, their eyes never leaving the boat. Quaraun felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He knew that if the priests recognized him, they could be in serious trouble.
BoomFuzzy placed a comforting hand on Quaraunâs shoulder.
âWeâll be alright,â he said softly. âJust keep calm. If ZooLock is not here, I doubt theyâll take any action. From what Iâve seen of his followers they only move if he tells them too.â
Quaraun nodded, though his heart pounded in his chest. The boat finally rounded another bend, the temple disappearing from view. The chanting faded, replaced once again by the gentle sounds of the river.
Quaraun let out a breath he hadnât realized he was holding.
âThat was too close.â
GhoulSpawn nodded, his expression grim.
âWe need to be more careful. Who knows how many more of those temples are out there?â
BoomFuzzy hugged Quaraun tightly.
âWeâll face them together, like we always do.â
Quaraun smiled weakly.
âYes, together.â
The Blue Monkey had drifted out of sight of the cliff-side mansion, but Quaraunâs curiosity was far from satisfied. The sight of the Cult of the Sacred Pink JellyFishâs temple had unsettled him deeply, and he was determined to learn more.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the river, Quaraun made his decision.
âWeâre going to anchor the ship and head to shore,â Quaraun announced, his eyes gleaming with determination.
BoomFuzzy raised an eyebrow.
âWhat are you planning now, luv?â
âI need to know what theyâre doing up there. Weâll sneak back through the woods and get a closer look at the mansion.â
GhoulSpawn sighed, already expecting the trouble this plan would bring. âFine, but letâs be careful.â
They anchored The Blue Monkey in a secluded spot, keeping it hidden from the view of the mansion. Then disembarked, slipping into the dense forest under the cover of darkness. The woods were eerily quiet, the only sound being the rustle of leaves underfoot and the occasional hoot of an owl.
Quaraun led the way, his mind racing with questions about ZooLock and the temple. BoomFuzzy followed closely, listening intently for any signs of danger. GhoulSpawn brought up the rear, his senses on high alert, nervous and jumpy about everything.
After an hour of trekking, they reached the base of the cliff.
Quaraun looked up, gauging the steepness of the ascent.
âItâs steeper than I thought,â he muttered.
BoomFuzzy nodded.
âWeâll need to be careful. One wrong step, and we could fall. Break ya wee pretty arse.â
Despite the challenge, they began their ascent. The climb was arduous, the cliff face rugged and treacherous. About halfway up, it became clear that reaching the mansion by nightfall was impossible. The cliff was far more formidable than Quaraun had estimated.
âWeâre not going to make it tonight,â GhoulSpawn said, panting heavily. âWe should set up camp and try again in the morning.â
âFine. Letâs find a spot to camp,â Quaraun reluctantly agreed.
They found a small, level area where they could rest for the night. BoomFuzzy gathered wood for a fire while GhoulSpawn set up their makeshift lean-to. Quaraun, still restless, scanned the cliff-side for any signs of movement from the mansion.
As the fire crackled and cast a warm glow over their camp, Quaraun sat lost in thought. BoomFuzzy handed him a cup of tea, trying to soothe his anxious mind.
âWeâll figure it out in the morning,â he said softly.
Quaraun nodded, sipping the tea.
âI just have a bad feeling about this place.â
GhoulSpawn sat down beside them, his eyes fixed on the distant glow of the mansion.
âWhatever theyâre doing up there, weâll find out soon enough.â
The night passed slowly, each of them taking turns to keep watch. Distant, unidentifiable sounds occasionally broke the eerie silence of the forest. Quaraunâs mind raced with thoughts of the cult and what they might be hiding.
As dawn approached, the trio prepared to continue their climb. Quaraun looked up at the cliff, determination burning in his eyes.
âLetâs see what secrets this place holds.â
The first rays of dawn pierced through the dense foliage as Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn resumed their climb up the cliff. The previous nightâs campfire embers had long since died out, leaving behind a faint trail of smoke that curled lazily into the morning air.
Determined to uncover the secrets of the mansion, they pressed on, every step bringing them closer to their goal.
âWeâre almost there,â Quaraun said, his voice filled with resolve.
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn exchanged wary glances but continued to follow Quaraunâs lead.
After another hour of climbing, they finally reached the top of the cliff. The mansion loomed before them, an imposing structure of stone and shadow.
The Thullid priests, still adorned in their bright yellow robes, dripping in long strings of pearls, moved about the balconies, their chants echoing in the crisp morning air.
Quaraun approached cautiously, searching for a way inside. To their dismay, they found the mansion was surrounded by tall, impenetrable walls.
No gates or doors were visible, and the walls themselves were smooth and devoid of any handholds.
âItâs like a fortress,â BoomFuzzy remarked, frowning at the formidable barrier.
GhoulSpawn sighed.
âThereâs no way in. Weâd need ropes or ladders, and even then, itâd be a risky climb.â
Despite their best efforts, the trio found no means of entry. Quaraun circled the perimeter several times, growing increasingly frustrated with each pass. The walls seemed to mock their every attempt, standing tall and unyielding against their determination.
âThis is pointless,â GhoulSpawn finally said, placing a hand on Quaraunâs shoulder. âWeâre not getting in this way. We should head back to the Blue Monkey.â
Quaraunâs shoulders sagged, but he knew GhoulSpawn was right. With a heavy heart, he nodded.
âLetâs go.â
The descent back to the river was sombre. The unanswered questions about the temple weighed heavily on their minds, and a sense of defeat had replaced the morningâs enthusiasm.
When they finally reached the Blue Monkey, the boat felt like a sanctuary. The familiar creak of the deck and the gentle sway of the river provided a welcome relief from the tension of their failed mission.
Quaraun sat down heavily on a bench, staring out at the water.
Quaraunâs keen eyes noticed something amiss.
âUnicorn,â he called softly, his voice tense. âLook.â
BoomFuzzy followed Quaraunâs gaze, his expression darkening as he saw the shambling undead figures moving slowly on the deck of their boat. Zombies had boarded while they were out, drawn by the scent of life.
âDamn it,â BoomFuzzy cursed under his breath. âWe got too comfortable.â
GhoulSpawn dropped his sack of goods, his golden eyes wide with alarm.
âWhat do we do? Theyâre already on the boat!â
Quaraun set his bundle down carefully, gripping his cane with determination.
âWe handle it. Quickly and quietly. We canât let them overrun our home.â
BoomFuzzy nodded, his spectral form shifting slightly as he prepared for the confrontation.
âAye, letâs move. Ghouly, stay behind us and be ready to help.â
The three of them advanced cautiously, their movements measured and deliberate. Quaraun took the lead, his cane raised, ready to defend their sanctuary. The zombies, sluggish and decayed, turned their rotting heads towards the intruders.
Quaraun moved swiftly, his cane smashing into the nearest zombieâs head with a sickening crunch. The creature collapsed, a pile of lifeless flesh. BoomFuzzy followed, his spectral strength giving him an edge as he grappled with another zombie, tossing it overboard into the cold, churning river.
GhoulSpawn, though not as skilled in combat, found a length of pipe and swung it at a zombie that lurched towards him. The impact sent the creature reeling, and he quickly followed up with another strike, his fear giving way to determination.
One by one, they cleared the deck of the shambling undead. The boat rocked slightly with the commotion, but it held steady, a testament to its sturdy construction. When the last zombie had been dispatched, they paused, panting.
Quaraun wiped a hand across his brow, his blue eyes scanning the deck for any remaining threats.
âIs that all of them?â
BoomFuzzy nodded, his expression grim but relieved.
âAye, looks like it. We need to be more careful. Canât let our guard down like that again.â
GhoulSpawn leaned against the railing, his heart pounding.
âThat was close. Too close.â
Quaraun reached out, placing a comforting hand on GhoulSpawnâs shoulder.
âWeâre safe now. Letâs get this place cleaned up and secure. We canât afford to take risks like this.â
BoomFuzzy nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at his companions. âAgreed. Weâll keep watch tonight. And from now on, we stay vigilant, no matter how good things seem.â
They spent the next hour cleaning the deck, disposing of the remains of the zombies and ensuring the boat was secure.
The riverboat rocked gently under the evening sky, the fractured moon casting an eerie glow over the water. Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn had spent the day fortifying their floating home and ensuring the security of their supplies.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the deck, the trio settled into a semblance of calm.
Quaraun, however, had one more task to attend to. Quietly, he gathered the remains of the zombies they had dispatched earlier, placing the decayed limbs, torsos, and skulls into a large sack. BoomFuzzy, aware of the necessity, helped him carry the grim burden to the shore, where Quaraun began drawing a sacred circle of salt on the sandy beach.
GhoulSpawn, curious and confused, followed them. He had always imagined zombies as they were depicted in old 20th-century Earth moviesâââshambling corpses animated by a virus, easily dispatched with a blow to the head. But what he was witnessing now seemed far more ritualistic and final.
âQuaraun,â GhoulSpawn called softly, watching the pink-clad necromancer arrange the remains within the circle of salt. âWhy are you doing this? I thought⌠I thought we destroyed them already. You know, headshots and all that.â
Quaraun looked up, his blue eyes serious and slightly weary.
âItâs not that simple, Glinta. In this world, nothing stays dead for long. The virus or magic that animates them isnât so easily defeated.â
BoomFuzzy nodded, his spectral form shimmering slightly in the moonlight.
âAye, Ghouly. The dead here are persistent. You chop off their heads, smash their skulls, but the parts⌠theyâll reanimate. Hands, feet, even bones.â
GhoulSpawnâs brow furrowed in confusion.
âBut⌠in the old movies, you just had to destroy the brain, and that was it. How can the parts come back on their own?â
Quaraun sighed, kneeling beside the circle.
âI donât know what zombies are like on your planet, Glinta. The rules are different here. The dead are infused with a restless energy, one that doesnât simply dissipate when you break their bodies. To truly ensure they donât come back, you have to reduce everything to ash.â
With practiced precision, Quaraun began to chant, invoking ancient incantations. He carefully lit a fire, the flames catching quickly on the dry, decayed flesh. The smell was acrid and foul, but he continued his work undeterred. The salt circle glowed faintly, containing the fireâs power and amplifying it, ensuring that the remains were consumed completely.
GhoulSpawn watched in awe and horror as the flames danced, reducing the zombie parts to smoldering ash.
âSo, you have to do this every time? Make sure thereâs nothing left?â
Quaraun nodded, his expression grave.
âYes. Itâs the only way to make sure they donât return. Even a single bone, if left intact, could reanimate and pose a threat. And we have to keep BoomFuzzy away from fire. So that he isnât destroyed and turned to ash. Heâs undead himself, remember?â
BoomFuzzy placed a comforting hand on GhoulSpawnâs shoulder.
âItâs a grim task, but necessary. Weâve learned the hard way that beinâ thorough is the only way to keep our home safe.â
GhoulSpawn shivered slightly, not from the cold but from the realization of the relentless nature of their enemies.
âI never knew it was this⌠intense. I guess I still have a lot to learn about your world.â
Quaraun finished the ritual, the last of the remains turning to fine, grey ash. He stood, brushing the sand from his hands.
âWe all do, Glinta. This world is full of dangers and mysteries, and weâre always learning. But we have each other, and that makes us stronger.â
The fire died down, leaving a circle of ash and salt in its wake. The night was quiet, the river lapping gently at the shore. Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn made their way back to the boat, their footsteps muffled by the sand.
As they boarded and settled in for the night, GhoulSpawn felt a newfound respect for Quaraunâs meticulousness and BoomFuzzyâs wisdom. The world they inhabited was unforgiving, but their bond and their knowledge were their greatest weapons.
The riverboat floated serenely in the centre of the wide river, anchored safely away from the dangers lurking on shore. The night was calm, the gentle sound of water lapping against the hull providing a soothing backdrop. Inside the boat, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn snuggled up together in their bed of warm fur pelts, ready to drift off to sleep.
GhoulSpawn, however, found his mind still racing with thoughts of the zombies that had boarded earlier. The encounter had unsettled him, and he couldnât shake the image of Quaraun meticulously burning the remains. He shifted slightly, turning to face Quaraun in the dim light.
âQuaraun,â GhoulSpawn whispered, careful not to wake BoomFuzzy, who was nestled comfortably between them. âIs that why BoomFuzzy is still with us? Because of the zombies? They donât stay dead? Is he one of them?â
Quaraunâs blue eyes flickered open, reflecting the faint light of the moon. He sighed softly, knowing this conversation was inevitable.
âIn a way, yes. BoomFuzzy died three hundred years ago, yet here he is, a Lich, living alongside us as though he were still alive. Heâs been killed several time since then. Wait a few days, he gets back up. The Witch Miriasma, she cut him in half. Three days later, it was like it never happened. He didnât even remember it happening.â
GhoulSpawn frowned, his golden eyes searching Quaraunâs face for answers.
âBut why? How? Iâve been trying to understand, but it doesnât make sense to me.â
Quaraun shifted, his expression becoming guarded.
âBoomFuzzy was the first of the undead to rise. We donât know for certain why the dead come back, only that itâs somehow connected to the blue crystals that grow where the comet debris landed on the planet.â
BoomFuzzy stirred slightly, his spectral form shimmering in the low light, but he remained asleep. GhoulSpawn looked from him to Quaraun, confusion evident on his face.
âBlue crystals? And the comet⌠it hit the moon, right?â
Quaraun nodded, his fingers absently tracing patterns on the fur pelt.
âYes. The comet fractured the moon, and after that, magic started to appear. The undead, ghosts, zombies, vampiresââânone of those things existed before the comet hit.â
GhoulSpawnâs brow furrowed further.
âAnd you said we have to stay away from big cities, hospitals, and science labs. Why is that?â
Quaraunâs gaze shifted away, a shadow passing over his face.
âBecause BoomFuzzy is âPatient Zeroâ. The first to rise. Scientists and doctors are desperate to understand the phenomenon, and theyâd do anything to get their hands on him. Itâs too dangerous.â
GhoulSpawn sensed there was more to the story, something Quaraun wasnât saying. The way Quaraunâs eyes darkened, the slight tension in his voiceâââit all hinted at deeper knowledge, secrets kept buried. But GhoulSpawn knew better than to press further. The weight of the truth could be too much to bear.
âMagic didnât exist before the comet,â GhoulSpawn repeated, trying to wrap his mind around the concept.
âSo, itâs the crystals⌠and the cometâŚâ
Quaraun nodded again, his gaze meeting GhoulSpawnâs.
âYes. And thatâs all we really know. The world changed after the comet, and weâve been trying to survive ever since.â
The boat rocked gently, a soothing motion that lulled the tension from their bodies. Quaraunâs evasive answers left GhoulSpawn with more questions than answers, but he didnât push. The secrets Quaraun carried were heavy, and tonight was not the time to unravel them.
Quaraun reached out, squeezing GhoulSpawnâs hand gently.
âWeâre safe here, Glinta. As long as we stay vigilant, weâll be okay.â
GhoulSpawn nodded, relaxing into the warmth of the pelts and the closeness of his companions.
âAlright. I trust you.â
BoomFuzzy murmured in his sleep, his arm draping over Quaraun. The three of them settled into the comfort of their shared bed, the gentle waves rocking the boat creating a peaceful lullaby.
As sleep began to claim them, Quaraunâs thoughts drifted back to the comet, the blue crystals, BoomFuzzyâs death and resurrection, ZooLock, the mansion on the cliff, The Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish, and the secrets he held close. The world had changed in ways he could never fully explain, and the weight of that knowledge bore heavily on him. But for now, he was content to hold his loved ones close, finding solace in their shared warmth.
In the morning, Quaraun sat on the deck, watching the sunrise.
BoomFuzzy joined him, his presence a comforting anchor.
âIt bothers me,â Quaraun said. âZooLock has a temple in this area. And I didnât know it. I didnât hear their thoughts. I always hear their thoughts.â
âWeâll figure it out, Quaraun. Just because we didnât get in this time doesnât mean we wonât find another way.â
GhoulSpawn, nodded in agreement.
âWeâll keep our eyes and ears open. Maybe we can find someone in a nearby village who knows more about the mansion.â
Quaraun sighed, the weight of uncertainty still pressing down on him.
âI just hate not knowing. Not with ZooLock. You know what heâs like. Thereâs something important up there, I can feel it.â
BoomFuzzy placed a reassuring hand on Quaraunâs shoulder.
âWeâll get our answers. But for now, letâs focus on what we can do.â
As the Blue Monkey gently rocked on the river, the trio settled back into their daily routines. Though their curiosity about the temple remained, they knew they had each other to rely on. And in a world full of uncertainties, that was a powerful thing.
The river continued its slow, steady flow, carrying the Blue Monkey and its passengers onward. The mysterious mansion and its secrets would have to wait for another day. For now, they would keep moving, ever vigilant, ever searching, and ever hopeful.
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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¸
Meet The Characters:
The 3 main characters are the worldâs three most powerful mages, each of whom were not born as royalty, but went power crazy and became the three reigning kings of the planet, because no one could stop them. The series is told from their perspective, and thus they are rarely shown as the super villains they truly are, because they do not see themselves as evil.
Here they are:The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun the Insane: Alien JellyFish who Takes a Moon Elf Form aka The Sacred Pink JellyFish: His 12 foot long hair is made of deadly, venomous Portuguese Man o War-like tentacles.My F2M trans main character, Quaraun, sleeping. Wearing his pink silk gown and with his twelve foot long hair, which is actually thousands of very thin jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is a male Moon Elf who transforms into a female JellyFish when angry. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸
Quaraun is creative, artistic, and melodramatic. He sees the beauty others do not notice. He thinks of creative ways to make art. He is a loom weaver, a glass blower, a poet, and a jewellery maker. When he looks at a plant he sees not only its beauty, but also ways to use it in weaving fabric or dying cloth.
Quaraun, is a small psionic pink jellyfish, who crawled up the nose of a dying Moon Elf, ate his brain, and took over his body. The name of the Elf is unknown. Quaraun is the name of the pink jellyfish, who lives nestled in the safety of the Elfâs hollowed out skull. She grew her tentacles out though his head, to make them look like hair. Quaraunâs glorious twelve foot long hair, is actually thousands of very thin jellyfish tentacles, each of which move on their own like thousands of tiny hands.
Being a psion, the jellyfish can see and hear the thoughts of everyone-living or dead. He can see and hear ghosts and spirits, and people often come to him asking for help with haunted houses or finding lost souls.
But also, Quaraun is persnickety, grouchy, he complains a lot, heâs vain, and has egos for his egos, heâs fussy about getting dirt on his clothes, heâs a germaphobe. He likes things to be perfect and neat. He has a short temper, hits people with his cane, slaps people across the face with his wand, and wonât think twice about punching someone.
He looks like a frail, sickly little waif, so people are often taken off guard by his spit fire temper, and brash in your face personality. Being elderly, Quaraun is in frail health and suffers from frequent fainting spells, and many joint pains.
Quaraun has gold plated prosthetic hands and walks with a cane due to having a lame leg.
Quaraun, who is also known as âThe Elf With Crippled Handsâ, wears a variety of elaborate prosthetic gloves over his crushed, crippled hands, some with fancy jewels and carvings. His hands were crushed when he was still a child. The stiff metal gloves encase his crippled hands, protecting them. He requires help from BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn to do things like brush his hair, or get dressed, due to his fake hands not being easily movable.
Quaraun uses his JellyFish tentacle hair like limbs, and usually appears to be hovering a few inches above the ground, due to âwalkingâ on his âhairâ. He weaves cloth, embroiders, eats, and does anything else requiring hands, with his tentacle hair, not with his hands.
Quaraun is very religious. He prays upon getting up in the morning. He prays before going to bed at night. Quaraun prays over each meal before eating and prays a thanksgiving after each meal before getting up from the table. On the three nights of each full moon, he builds cairns in honour of the Moon Goddess. He bathes at night in the moonlight to absorb the Moonâs power in his twelve-foot-long hair. Quaraun does not cut his hair to honour the Moon Goddess. He wears pink and silver silk robes in honour of the Moon Goddess. Every few hours throughout the day, he stops what he is doing to light pink and silver candles and burn incense in honour of the Moon Goddess.
A high priest of The DiâJinn Order, he thinks nothing of killing anyone who disagrees with his religious beliefs.
The worldâs most feared wizard and most deadly serial killer, he makes his way across the planet, mass murdering rapists and child abusers, and entire cities of people whose justice system allowed rapists and child abusers to walk free. Being a psion, he knows who is guilty and who is innocent, from reading their thoughts, and thus he prides himself in never killing anyone who is innocent and always killing only those whom are truly guilty.
He is highly superstitious, spooks easily, and believes in curses, and feels a dread need to protect himself from curses with offensive hoodoo magic like gri-gri and hotfooting.
Quaraun is an evil Necromancer. He worships the fractured moon, and children run in terror from him.
Though he is the main character, Quaraun is not a hero, and is considered the most evil and most insane, psychotically deranged, narcissistic super villain on the planet.
He practices dark rituals and sacrifices to the moon to ward off the undead lobsters. Quaraunâs favourite drink is absinthe. He also likes poppy tea and NotNog, a type of eggnog made without eggs. Quaraun refuses to eat eggs but will eat fish and dairy. His favourite colour is pink. Quaraun does not eat meat. Quaraun is very short, only five feet six inches tall. He is incredibly arrogant and bosses everyone around.
In later stories, when Quaraun has changed his name to SunTa, he is also mute, from an injury to his throat, which left his vocal cords damaged. After this point in the series he âspeaksâ using a form or âMorse Codeâ, via tapping his gold plated fingers on a metal tablet.
Quaraun can look at a river and see the joy of the sparkles the sunlight makes on the surface.
Quaraun can look at a shell and see it as a source of paint pigment.
Quaraun can look at a flower and think of ways to turn it into cloth making fibres.Quaraun as SunTa, King of the Sun, The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets. SunTa no longer has long Rapunzel hair, no longer wears pink, is now living in The Twighlight Manor, no longer believes in the Moon Goddess, sees himself as God, is horribly scarred, blind in his left eye, is mute, and is referred to by his followers as âMotherâ. SunTa is a psion with Elder God powers. 3d printed figure designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun as SunTa, King of the Sun, The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets. Seen here with BoomFuzzy as BlackBird. As SunTa, Quaraun is thirteen thousand years old, and is now old enough to have grown wings. All Elves, Faeries, and Demons eventually have wings if they live long enough. Most grow wings after reaching around two thousand years old.. 3d printed figure designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun does not appear in every story, all stories on Medium featuring Quaraun can be found here:
Stories With Quaraun
Edit descriptionmedium.comKing Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn: King of The UnSeelie Court, aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Lich Lord of Fire Mountain: A Phooka aka A Kelpie-Like Brackish Water Unicorn who takes an Elf-like Faerie Form, but heâs a LichQuaraunâs primary husband, BoomFuzzy (young, and King of The UnSeelie Court). BoomFuzzy is a Phooka, whose true form is a purple unicorn, but he usually takes the form of a black Elf, though being a Phooka/borgat, he is able to take any form of anything or any one and can look like whatever he chooses to look like. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸Quaraunâs primary husband, BoomFuzzy (old and with his food truck). An evil warlord in his youth, BoomFuzzy eventually commit suicide, resulting in his soul being trapped in The Swamp of Death. Quaraun became a Necromancer to resurrect BoomFuzzy as a Lich. In his Lich form, seen here, BoomFuzzy became a master chef and travels the decimated ruins of the apocalypse bringing food to the homeless and wasteland survivors. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸BoomFuzzy, Lich Form. Often referred to as Antaraz in this form.
Yes, he is an ACTUAL Unicorn. I donât know why that is such a common question for people to ask.BoomFuzzy, Skeletal Lich FormQuaraun and BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, in his true form, that of a purple pony with a silver horn. Yes, BoomFuzzy is a LITERAL UNICORN. His Humanoid form is a glimmer spell illusion. I donât know why this question gets asked so often, but it is one of the most asked questions I get from people. âIs BoomFuzzy an actual fantasy creature/horse or his it the LGBTQ-type of âunicornâ?â⌠Iâm sorry, but, I havenât got one iota of a clue what in the heck âthe LGBTQ-type of unicornâ even means. In case you forgot, I have Kannerâs Syndrome (the type of Autism aka Low Functioning Autistic Savant, seen in the movies RainMan and Whatâs Eating Gilbert Grape) and so I use correct dictionary definitions of words. I do not know use metaphor, similes, euphemisms, riddles, puzzles, slang, or any other types of hidden meanings. If you want to be all cutsy-wootsy stupid patootsie and slap your clever little slang meanings sex crazed euphanisms onto words, you go right ahead, but donât expect me to understand what the fuck you are talking about if you do. A Unicorn is a type of mythical creature. A Unicorn is a horse. And I think you got to be pretty damned fucking retarded, a hell of a lot way more retarded then I even am, to not know that the word Unicorn means âone horned horseâ. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun and BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, is a one horned horse who takes an Elf form because he fell in love with Quaraun, who is an Elf. And in case you hadnât noticed: I am a 5th generation Mormon, I am also asexual, find sex deplorable, and have never written a sex scene in my life. My series is written for children. My primary reader base are children 12 to 16 years old. So please take your head out of the gutter and stop trying to slap your own sex crazed perversions on to my character. Okay? 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen and printed by HeroForge.
King Gwallmaiic, also known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, is the Phooka Lich King with is the King of the Realm of Fae, leader of The UnSeelie Court. In his true form he is a small purple pony with a gleaming silver horn.
Before Quaraun rose to power as The Pink Necromancer, King Gwallmaiic was feared as the worldâs most powerful and most evil mage. He is a Phooka, a type of Trickster Faerie who wields mind control magic, illusions, glimmer spells, and is regarded as the most deadly of the Faerie Chefs. While he makes succulent feasts for his friends, he also bakes toxic, deadly, poisonous feasts for his foes.
One should never take food from Faeries in general, but the Elf Eater especially. Unfortunately for his victims, who often find themselves cooked in his meals, the allure of his food is a temptation few have the will power to say no to.
BoomFuzzy is morbid, and sees the dark, gloomy, depressive side of things. He is bold and vulgar, swears often, makes constant jokes, pulls pranks, and is always making people laugh; but his jovial nature is a public front, a mask to try to hide how he truly feels. He is often sad, suffers from depression, and is in need of cheering up.
Being a Lich (a type of ghost) he is prone to think about death a lot and compare everything to the afterlife. He frequently speaks of lost souls and eternal darkness.
BoomFuzzy also has a fierce protective side. He deeply loves Quaraun with an extremely obsessive-possessive nature. He is prone to bouts of jealousy, and he wonât think twice about pummelling anyone who threatens Quaraun.
Though small and blind, BoomFuzzy is much, much, much stronger then he looks. A fierce warlord, and a dangerous Lich King, BoomFuzzy wields ice magic, frost magic, and can control the weather, causing blizzards and storms.
BoomFuzzy has a massive collection of crystal skulls. He believes crystal skulls house immense magic powers. He is power hungry and always on the lookout for gemstones, crystals, amulets, crystal skulls, and magic items.
But as a master chef, food takes centre stage for him. He sees the potential for new dishes to make and tries constantly. Everything reminds him of food. He spends hours testing out new ingredients and trying new recipes. He finds the most joy in life when he is working in his food truck.
BoomFuzzy is legally blind, but has some vision if something is close enough to him. He can make out blurred versions of things if they are about eight inches from his nose. He can see bright colours, can tell day/light from night/dark. Most of the world is a grey blur to him. He frequently requires help from either Quaraun or GhoulSpawn to get around in strange/unfamiliar places.
Due to his lack of vision, he tends to walk very close to Quaraun, relying on Quaraunâs guidance for where to walk in unfamiliar places.
At home in his Gingerbread House, his food truck, Quaraunâs pink silk tent, the lighthouse, or onboard their riverboat, BoomFuzzy generally moves around unaided, with ease, unless someone moves the furniture around without telling him.
After GhoulSpawn joined up with Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, BoomFuzzy is often seen wearing various steampunk/cyberpunk goggles, which vastly improve his vision. They are made by GhoulSpawn, who keeps making new ones in an attempt to improve BoomFuzzyâs sight.
BoomFuzzyâs real name is King Gwallmaiic. He is the King of the Realm of Fae, the King of The UnSeelie Court. He is a black man from Papua New Guinea who grew up in Scotland. His father was a Phooka but his mother was a Human.
He always wears a black silk hakama.
He wears a black and purple plaid tartan great kilt over his hakama, wearing it like a sari wrap and cape shoulder drape. The tartan symbolizes his royal nature, identifying him as a king.
Strangers immediately recognize him as a king because of his tartan. The tartan is a very important part of his heritage and is never used as a rag or apron. He has long grey dreadlocks plaited with purple silk cloutie ribbons. BoomFuzzy is very short, only five feet one inch tall. He is often mean to Humans and sees Humans as lesser beings.
After a comet struck the moon in 2525, causing the ice age to wipe out most all life on Earth, BoomFuzzy marched The UnSeelie Court across the planet, mass murdering every king, president, mayor, town manager and other government official on the entire planet, ultimately crowning himself King of the World, a title he held for 2,000 years.
BoomFuzzy can look at a river and hope to find gemstones in the riverbed.
BoomFuzzy can see a shell and start hunting for more nearby to steam for supper.
BoomFuzzy can look at a flower and feel sad because it will soon wither and die.BoomFuzzy does not appear in every story, all stories on Medium featuring BoomFuzzy can be found here:
Stories With BoomFuzzy
Edit descriptionmedium.comGhoulSpawn The Sheep Demon who was Isekaiâd into this world: A Satyr-like Cotswold SheepGhoulSpawn, Quaraunâs secondary husband and BoomFuzzyâs lover. GhoulSpawnâs father was an Electric Eel Merman and his mother was a Sun Elf. He was born an actual baby lamb, and gets progressively more âhuman likeâ as he gets older. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸GhoulSpawn as The Gremlin, seen here with BoomFuzzy as BlackBird, and BoomFuzzyâs BubbleGum Bunnies and Squirrals. 3d printed figurine by Wendy Chstine Allen.
GhoulSpawn is a Sheep Demon, similar to a satyr.
GhoulSpawn has yellow eyes. GhoulSpawn wears glasses. GhoulSpawn wears a long yellow and orange tie-dyed caftan to hide his digitigrade legs and cloven hooves because Humans are scared of Demons. GhoulSpawn wears a long, floor-sweeping dark green velvet frock coat that is lined with dozens of pockets, each pocket being a bag of holding.
GhoulSpawn is very tall, six feet two inches. He resembles a satyr and has long golden fleece growing from his legs. He has three pairs of sheep ram horns growing from his head, making him look over seven feet tall. Humans are terrified of him because of what he looks like, but he is completely harmless, very gentle, and kind to everyone⌠and would have stayed that way had he not been beaten up, teased, and bullied by every Human he encountered.
GhoulSpawn is a no-nonsense, high IQ science nerd, brainiac, mega geek. He has a PhD in quantum physics and is the inventor of the time machine and time travel. GhoulSpawn struggles to understand art or literature, seeing them as foolish diversions. He is constantly thinking of mechanical gadgets to invent and build.
GhoulSpawn is always reading or thinking science thoughts. GhoulSpawn enjoys fixing things. GhoulSpawn likes working on cars, especially car engines. He turned his 1974 AMC Gremlin into a time machine.
GhoulSpawn is very shy, very quiet, very soft spoken, hugely anxiety prone, is easily frightened, has severe OCD, and when nervous turns to absentminded kleptomania putting things in his pockets, especially silverware and metal tools, without realizing heâs doing it.
GhoulSpawn is from 1978 and was isekiaed into Quaraun and BoomFuzzyâs 40th century era. GhoulSpawn becomes nostalgic when seeing things from his time period. BoomFuzzy considers things from the past to be silly.
*(ADDED NOTE: It was pointed out that people who do not read Furry Fiction, likely never heard the word isekia/isekiaed before. It is a Japanese word which means âaccidentally teleported to an alternate dimension, arriving in place that the teleported character did not intend to go to and did not know existedâ. It is a common theme/word/trope in the Fury Genre, the Yaoi Genre, and The Omegaverse Genre, but is uncommon elsewhere.)*
GhoulSpawnâs favourite drink is Moxie soda. He doesnât drink alcohol. He is a vegetarian and an animal rights activist. His favourite colour is orange.
GhoulSpawn has the most frail mental state and is only few scares away of going psycho deranged megalomanic super villain on the entire planetâââwhich, he does eventually do, when he later becomes the ArchDemon known as Checka.GhoulSpawn and Quaraun, height difference.
GhoulSpawn is a 6'2" Ursiug.
An Ursiug, for those who donât know Celtic Mythology, is a Welsh Faerie, similar to a Satyr or Faun, except they are a Cotswold sheep instead of a goat or deer.
Ursiugs are stated to be very shy, hide from Humans, wear long green coats to hide their lower sheep half, let their hair grow long and wild to hide their horns, and even go so far as to saw their horns off in an attempt to fit in with Human society.
Ursiugs are a type of UnSeelie Court (meaning solitary) Faerie who does not live in a community of Faeries (Seelie Court).
HmmmâŚAs I see it used incorrectly often⌠here is the CORRECT definition:
I donât know why, but for some reason, a lot of writers do not research the actual folklore of my people (I am Scottish). and write a lot of huge inaccuracies about the Fae. Seelie vs UnSeelie is a place where that happens a lot.For some reason, a lot of writers say:
âŚand that is just extremely incorrect on HUGE levels of, oh my god, what the fuck did they even research to come up with that shittasticly inaccurate definition of Seelie vs UnSeelie?Once again, as I see it used incorrectly often⌠here is the CORRECT definition:
GhoulSpawn is UnSeelie, meaning he is shy, introverted, and avoids Humans.
GhoulSpawn can look at a river and see ways to build a waterwheel to use as a source of electricity.
GhoulSpawn can see a shell and think of a way to turn it into a tool or utensil.
GhoulSpawn wonât even notice the flower, because heâs too busy looking up at the stars and wondering how to build a spacecraft so he can explore other planets.GhoulSpawn does not appear in every story, all stories on Medium featuring GhoulSpawn can be found here:
Stories With GhoulSpawn
Edit descriptionmedium.comGhoulSpawn as Checkaâââthe crazed ArchDemon who declared humanity unfit and blew up the planet. Yep. Thatâs how the series ends. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun on Noodle Beach, BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck, GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Art by Wendy Christinne Allen.â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸
(TRIGGER WARNING: I suppose this requires some sort of a transgender trigger warning as Quaraun is a transgender character, something that is not brought up in many stories, as his being transgender is not a plot point, it just happens to be who he is, but that fact gets brought up once in a while, and Quaraunâs transgender nature seems to piss some people off, so here is a warning for the snowflakes who need such things: If you are vile, deplorable, hate mongering, bigoted, self righteous, holier than thou, transphobic dipshit dick, you should probably just walk away now; because the main character of this story is transgender and his existence is just going to upset you.
Quaraunâs transgender state is not mentioned in many stories, and it is never a plot point, but it gets brought up once in a while.
Quaraun is intersex, with both male and female genitals, neither fully formed. He has been pregnant twice in the series and has fathered 35 children over the course of the series.
Quaraun is bi-sexual at some points of his life, due to his own confusion over his identity. Though he is portrayed as gay throughout most of the series.
There are a few stories in the series where he is portrayed as female/her/she instead of male/he/him, due again, to the deep emotional turmoil, embarrassment, shame, and confusion he lives with over the intersex nature of his biological body.
Quaraunâs husband, BoomFuzzy and their lover GhoulSpawn are always portrayed as fully supportive of Quaraunâs transitions throughout the series.
By birth, he is neither fully male nor fully female, but he is better able to pass for male, and so does so.
However, he was initially raised as female, and did not start living life as a male until he was 75 years old, so lived his childhood and young adult years as a female, but in the time period of the series, he is elderly and now living as a male.
The sexuality of the characters is never a plot point in any story. However, some do-goody hyper gay haters have taken it upon themselves to make it an issue in my offline private life, thus the need for trigger warnings like this one.
These same gay haters have been spreading slander both offline and online calling the series âEroticaâ, which has resulted in many readers of Erotica to buy/read books in my series expecting Erotica and being deeply disappointed upon discovering that I am a Mormon and I do not write sex scenes, nor do I write sexual plots.
NEWSFLASH: gay does NOT = Erotica.
LIKEWISE: transgender does NOT = Erotica.
ALSO: intersex is a real medical condition and it does not = either âshemaleâ or Erotica.
If you came here expecting Erotica, sex fetishes, the sexual objectification of gay men/transgender people/or the intersex medical condition, you are going to be EXTREMELY disappointed.Quaraun, seen here with BoomFuzzy in his unicorn form and GhoulSpawn in his sheep form.Quaraunâs gold plated prosthetic hands can be seen here. They are difficult to draw, so I often do not draw them. Quaraun, who is also known as âThe Elf With Crippled Handsâ wears a variety of elaborate prosthetic hands, some with fancy jewels and carvings. His hands were crushed when he was still a child. The gloves encase his crippled hands, protecting them. He requires help from BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn to do things like brush his hair, or get dressed, due to his fake hands not being easily movable. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Close up on Quaraunâs pink pupiled blue eyes. This 3d printed figurine is only two inches tall and cost over $200 to have made. The figurines with 2 characters on a single stand cost over $400 to have printed up. They are NOT painted, rather they are 3d printed in full colour. You can make your own over on the HeroForge website. Just know that they are under two inches tall and cost over $200 PER character. HeroForge full colour 3D printing is uberly expensive. On the other hand, these same DnD TTRPG scale minis, can be printed up in grey scale for only around $25 each, and you can paint them yourself. 3d printed figurine of Quaraun designed by Wendy Christine Allen.BoomFuzzy and Quaraun with their crystal skulls. BoomFuzzyâs big fluffy horse tail can be seen in this image. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.GhoulSpawn & BoomFuzzy together. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.BoomFuzzy The Unicorn in his Unicorn form. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Meet The Setting:
Earth, 40th century.
After a comet hit the moon in 2525, causing a new ice age.
In Maineâs dystopian ice age, the moon is fractured & undead lobsters are serious problems.
While most of the world and everything from the 20th century are gone and forgotten, BoomFuzzy has found the ruins of both The Twinkie Factory in Biddeford, Maine and the Moxie Factory in Lisben Falls, Maine, and both factories have been rebuilt and Twinkies and Moxie are still in production in the 40th century, now being made by Faeries who use undead lobster zombie slaves to run the factories.Noodle Beach:
Formerly known as Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
In the 40th century it is vastly changed. Erosion has washed away most of the sand, leaving behind granite cliffs towering over 100 feet tall.
Black Tower sits perched on the highest peak. Black Tower is the haunted lighthouse formerly known as The Portland Headlight, and was formerly located in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. See info below about Black Tower for as to why/how the lighthouse moved locations.
Old Orchard Beach, was renamed Noodle Beach in the 40th century, due to the beach being the semi-permanent location of a noodle soup food truck named The Beach Noodle.The Beach Noodle:
A shape shifting 1968 VW Bus, that usually serves as a noodle soup food truck, known for its clam chowder, lobster rolls, whoopie pies, not-nog, and gingerbread cake.
Owned by Faerie Chef, BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, the food truck transforms into a gingerbread house that serves as a candy shop during the winter months when it is too cold to work out of a food truck.MoonSnail Cove:
Formerly known as The Town of Old Orchard Beach at The Old Orchard Beach, Maine.Silent Moore:
Formerly known as Scarborough Marsh, Scarborough, Maine. Silent Moore is walking distance from Black Tower, and is where BoomFuzzy heads to every morning to dig for clams to make clam chowder for his food truck.The glossy ibis in Silent MooreThe Coastal Merchant Trade Route:
Formerly known as The Eastern Trail, it is longer in the 40th century, now starting at The Rupa-Rupa Cloud Forest of Peru instead of Florida, and now ending in Ivujivik, Quebec, instead of Maine.
It takes Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn about 3 years to hike this no longer maintained dirt road.
After the comet strike of 2525, most of the paved highways became unusable, due to zombie infestation (the corpses of the dead, who died in their cars on the roadways at the time of the comet impact; and whom still wander back and forth on the paved roads now in the year 3999) leaving The Eastern Trail as the last usable road along the Atlantic coast.The Pink Silk Tent:
Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn, live in The Pink Silk Tent when they are travelling.
All 3 of them are merchents of a sort. They spend the winter months living at Black Tower, making the items to sell. Then spend the summer months traveling between The GodForsaken City and
Using Dr. Who TARDIS style technology, Quaraunâs Pink Silk Tent is much bigger on the inside. From the outside it reselmes a small puce and fuschisa striped yurt, big enough to seat 3 or 4 peopl. On the inside it is as large as a small 3 bedroom house.The GodForsaken City:
Formerly known as Boston. The GodForsaken City is not actually Boston, but rather a city that was built on top of New Boston; New Boston is the city that was built on top of Old Boston; Old Boston is the city which existed in the 21st century.ZooLock and his Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish, seen here walking through the streets of The GodForsaken City.The BioDome:
A huge leaded, stain glass structure that was built by The Diontite Scientists in 2525, after the comet fractured the Moon.
There were once many BioDomes, found in every region of every country, on every continent. Built by an alien race, who arrived on Earth just ahead of the comet, each of these massive stain glass structures contains a city inside of it; the city being a large farming community. Each BioDome was designed to serve as survival bunkers, to keep plants, animals, and people alive during the ice age that would be caused by the comet strike.
Unfortunately, shortly after the comet fractured the moon, strange blue crystals, dubbed The Crystal Plague, started growing every place that comet dust touched the Earthâs surface, and the crystals proved deadly to all who touched them, turning everything they came into contact with to crystal.
While 92% of all life on the planet succumbed to The Crystal Plague, some survived, developing an immunity to it, while others were mutated by it.
The ones who were mutated, became known as Elves, Faeries, or Demons, depending on the type of mutation they were inflicted by.
The infected, developed god-like powers, being dubbed as Mages. Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn are amoung the Infected.
The dead in these region, rose up as Zombies, Liches, Wraiths, Vampires, and other such creatures.
Now in the year 3999, there are twenty one billion undead roaming the Earth, only seven million survivors, and a fast growing race known as Faeries rising up to take over the planet, welding god like magic powers.
Survivors fled the BioDome regions, and the BioDomes fell into despair eventually become ancient ruins.
The last known, still functioning BioDome sits just off the shores of Noodle Beach, and is owned by Quaraun, who uses Undead Lobsters to run the factory like agriculture operation inside the dome.
This is why while of the planet has no ability to grow fruits, vegetables, or livestock, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn have constant access to vast supplies of fresh produce, allowing BoomFuzzy to have a monopoly on food production and Quaraun to have a monopoly on cloth/fabric/clothing production, while GhoulSpawn has corned the market on sheep and all things that come from sheep, including candles, wool, cheese, and milk.
The BioDome, and itâs allowing them to hold a monopoly over the worldâs food and textile industries, is what allowed the three of them to become the three reigning kings of the planet, and Quaraunâs eventually become SunTa The Grand High Emperor, King of The sun.The Bio-DomeThe Glass Forest:
A huge leaded, stain glass structure that was built by The Diontite Scientists in 2525, after the comet fractured the Moon.
Near each Bio-Dome, sits a vast Glass Forest, which defies all logic.
No one cane explain the existance of these alien structures, where trees are made out of leaded stain glass, huge blue crystals grow up out of the ground, and lamp-like trees, towering hundreds of feet over real trees, pulps with alien lights and glow like lamps.
The Glass Forests power the BioDomes, but know one knows how or why.
The Glass forests are the primary source of light on the planet, ever since the dust of the fractured moon blocked out the rays of sunlight from reaching the surface.
Like the BioDomes, nearly all the Glass Forests fell apart centuries ago and now lay in ruins, except for the last remaining Glass Forest at Noodle Beach, which powers Quaraunâs BioDome.The mysterious stain glass structures of The Glass ForestThe mysterious stain glass structures of The Glass ForestThe mysterious stain glass structures of The Glass ForestThe Boston Dig Site:
21st century Boston, now an archeological dig site, that is several miles deep underneath The GodForsaken City.
It is the primary source of all knowledge the 40th century has into Earthâs 20th/21st centuries.Pepper Valley:
Formerly known as Pepperell Mill Valley, Biddeford, Maine; Pepperell Square, Saco Maine; NorthDam Mill, Biddeford Maine, York Hill, Saco; Riverwalk, Saco, Maine; Mechanics Park, Biddeford, Maine; Rotary Park, Biddeford, Maine; Cliffard Park, Biddeford, Maine; and The MERK, Biddeford, Maine.Crystal Caves Beach Entrance:
Formerly known as The Thunder Hole, Acadia National Park, MaineThe Swamp of Death & Witch Hole Pond:
Formerly known as Park Loop Trail and Eagle Lake & Witch Pond, Acadia National Park, Maine
Home of both Baba Yaga and The RiverBoat ManWoman.TOOBE: (pronounced tube):
A sentient AI, built by the mad scientist Checka.One of TOOBEâs surveillance orbs
TOOBE lives in a TV set in a tavern in The GodForsaken City (formerly known as Boston), but has millions of flying orbs stationed all over the planet.
Most people live in mortal terror of electronics, TVs, cars, and computers, because the worldâs entire electric grid, internet grid, and all the satellites are full controlled by TOOBE.
Checka who lives in White Rock, has millions of TV screens in White Rock, where he monitors everyone on the last three remaining planets of the solar system. Checka, is GhoulSpawn, now thirteen thousand years old, and has realized he has the power of a god, and has taken over full control of EVERYTHING.
ZooLock (millias old), Checka (13k years old), Gremlin (500 years old), GhoulSpawn (65 years old), and Glinta (15 years old), are all the same person, and all exist on the planet at the same time, due to his tampering with time travel and causing a paradox. Each version of himself has to be careful to avoid contact with each other version of himself.
Checka, originally created TOOBE as a means of keeping track of where each version of himself was, so as to not come into contact with other versions of himself.
Thanks to TOOBE, cars drive themselves and are seen as monsters, wielded as weapons by The Diontite Scientists (the group of fellow deranged mad scientists, lead by Checka).
By the 40th century, most Humans have nearly all become paranoid offgrid extremist survival preppers, living near Medieval lifestyles, armed to the teeth with guns, terrified of doomsday comets, and ready to machine gun the shit out of every car, tv, computer, or hovering silver orb they see.Checka aka 13,000 year old GhoulSpawn, seen here with Toobe. 3d printed figurine by Wendy Christine AllenChecka aka 13,000 year old GhoulSpawn, seen here with Toobe. 3d printed figurine by Wendy Christine AllenMonster Houses:The Twighlight Manor:The Twighlight Manor, by day, looks like a perfectly normal manor house. Quaraun built it after The Battle of Ongadada. It is owned by Quaraunâs grandson Sir Roderic Swanzen. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.The Twighlight Manor by night, turns into a giant crab-like creature, and walks along the coast of Maine devouring tourists on Old Orchard Beach. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.The White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane:The White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane. sister house of The Twighlight Manor, it roams Northern Maine terrorizing citizens, the same way The Twighlight Manor does in Southern Maine. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.Black Tower:Formerly known as The Portland Headlight, Black Tower, aka Space Dock 13, is the unstable feral portal responsible for most of the time travel paradoxes to occur on the planet. It is Quaraunâs house during the winter months when snow is too deep to travel. Like The Twighlight Manor and White Rock, Black Tower transforms into a crab like monster and roams the rocky cliffs of Maine eating beach goers. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.Black Tower, monster form.The Blue Monkey:The Blue Monkey:The Blue Monkey, Quaraunâs haunted RiverBoat. Zombie hordes shambling along the shore. I asked Bingâs Copilot Designer AI to illustrate a picture of The Blue Monkey, and after more than 40 failed attempts (because it kept putting the paddle wheel in weird places like on the roof or on the deck) it finally spit out this which, is surprisingly pretty accurate to how the ship is described in the books. Exceptâââwhy are there American flags on the boat? WTF? Itâs the 40th century on an alien planet⌠uhm⌠ainât gonna find no American flags flying in this SpellJammer, time travelling, space travelling, flying star ship that doubles as a riverboat when not flying through the sky. Itâs still not quite right. Iâll keep trying and see if we can get a better result.
Ah, this one is somewhat better, still not right, but if you take the 2 boats in these 2 pictures and merge them together, youâd have The Blue Monkey:I asked Bingâs Copilot Designer AI to illustrate THIS STORY: (Blizzard) and this was what it gave me. It kind of looks like The Blue Monkey, buuuut, AI really does not understand where to put the wheel of a paddle steamerâââit goes on the back, because it pushes the boat ahead. Yet, AI keeps putting it on the front in these pictures. Other then the paddlewheel being in the wrong place, this is a really good picture, in terms of it is otherwise quite accurate to what The Blue Monkey looks like. The Blue Monkey is partly modelled after The Mark Twain (a paddlewheel steamer riverboat built in 1955 and owned by Disney- which can carry 400 guests), and partly off The Dimillioâs Floating Resturant-a former car carrier ferry cargo boat which as a restaurant ship can carry 600 guests (in Portland, Maine), both of those 2 boats are in the range of around 200 feet long and 60 feet wide, both with 3 decks, and I told the AI to make it look like a blend of those 2 real world ships, but painted blue, and, it actually combined those 2 real world boats to look like how I envisioned The Blue Monkey, really well.I have discovered that Medium has an annoyingly inefficient search system and unhelpful algorithm method of helping readers find anything over a few days old.Meaning, readers have a really hard time finding ANYTHING over 2 days old from ANY writer!
But then I also discovered that if I put a shit ton load of links at the end of my articles, readers liked the ease of being able to find more of my work to read without having to try to get Mediumâs search feature to find them.Sooo.. hereâs a shit ton load of links to more of my work on Medium. Enjoy!
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Answering a random question.medium.comAll the stories in this set which feature The Blue Monkey, can be found here:
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Encountering ghostly apparitions in the swamp đđ¸đŚ (A Story Poem set in The Swamp of Death)
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đ How do people in your world gain the ability to use magic?
World-building & Magic-building Lore For The Adventures of Quaraun The Insaneđđ¸đŚ â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđđâď¸ âď¸ âď¸medium.comâŚand here after: (These pages give more world lore):
If youâve never read the novels, those 7 pages are enough character and world lore backstory to give you âbase understandingâ when reading the Short Stories on Medium.You can find all my Medium Edition Quaraun Drabbles here:
Drabblesâââ100 word stories and poems (mine)
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All of my Lists, Publications, and Stories Featuring Quaraun & Crewmedium.comOver 100 Medium Writers take part in these Drabble and Twitter Fiction Challenges. Here is a List I made of some of my favourites by others, plus a list for longer short stories too:
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