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🌸🦄🌸 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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- The Curse of the Liquid Gold ✨💛✨⭐️⚡️🌕ִֶָ⚠️☢️☣️😲✨💛✨ {A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu}꧁✨🌸🔮🦄🔮🌸✨꧂
The Curse of the Liquid Gold
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{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu}꧁✨🌸🔮🦄🔮🌸✨꧂
Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻
7 min read·Oct 21, 2024
This is not a writing prompt… this is a YouTube video which showed up in my recommended list just now and inspired me to write this story:
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 Curse of the Liquid Gold✨💛✨⭐️⚡️🌕ִֶָ⚠️☢️☣️😲✨💛✨
{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸
BoomFuzzy’s hands scraped through the muck, pulling up yet another chest from the foul-smelling swamp. He hummed, tapping the rusted hinges.
“Me thinks there’s treasure buried in this bog, Love. Got yet another chest here. I’d wager a guess, prob’ly some stagecoach went off the road here, sunk in the bog. Ain’t no other reason for so many chests in one area.”
“So many of them,” Quaraun said as he closed the trunk BoomFuzzy had dragged out of the mud a few minutes ago, and made his way to the new one BoomFuzzy was dragging up now.
“Ye’ll like this.”
Quaraun leaned closer, eager.
“What have you found?”
“Don’t know. Got weird little potion bottles in it.”
Quaraun’s hand grazed over the edge of the small treasure chest, fingers trembling with excitement as he pulled a tiny glass vial from the heap of jewels and rusted trinkets. Inside, liquid shimmered in an odd, molten hue.
“Liquid gold!” Quaraun exclaimed. “I’ve never see such a thing before.”
It sloshed with a strange molten liquid, gleaming golden even in the dim light filtering through the mist. Quaraun’s breath hitched, his eyes widening.
Gold.
But not quite gold.
“Unicorn!” Quaraun called, waving it at BoomFuzzy, who still stood ankle-deep in the swamp, a shovel slung over his shoulder.
“Look! I’ve found alchemic treasure! Some alchemist has turned mercury into gold!”
“Mercury? Ain’t that dangerous, Love?”
“It’s gold!” Quaraun squealed. “Alchemy! Someone transformed mercury into gold!”
He cradled the vial, eyes glinting with greed.
BoomFuzzy chuckled.
“Mmm, well, good fortune for ye, JellyElf. By the sounds of the birds, night is settling in soon. We should make camp. Can dig around for more treasure in the morning.”
“Alright. I’ll go see where Glinta wandered off to,” Quaraun said, while holding the vial up to watch it shimmer in the sunset. “Liquid gold! And it’s mine!”
The Phooka grinned broadly, though unaware of what Quaraun actually held.
Neither had any notion of the danger.
Quaraun twirled the vial in his fingers, mesmerized by its glow.
That night, the three gathered under the shelter of a half-collapsed tree, huddled around BoomFuzzy’s enchanted crock pot as it simmered with fresh stew.
Quaraun still clutched the tiny bottle of shimmering liquid, admiring it in the firelight.
“Is it not beautiful?” Quaraun said, holding it over the campfire so he could get a better look at it.
The liquid inside swirled, bubbling slightly.
GhoulSpawn looked up, a spoon halfway to his mouth.
“Wait… What did you say that was again?”
“Liquid gold! Someone transformed mercury into gold! I wonder how they did it?”
“There’s no such thing as liqu — -” GhoulSpawn did not get a chance to finish his statement.
Without warning, the vial grew warm in Quaraun’s hand. He frowned, holding it up to the firelight.
BoomFuzzy sniffed the air, pausing from stirring the pot.
“Somethin’ smells off, Love.”
Before Quaraun could react, the bottle he clutched flared with sudden heat. Liquid gold swirled furiously.
A spark.
A flash of light.
Then — BOOM!
The glass exploded into flames, engulfing the campsite in a sudden blaze.
Quaraun yelped, leaping back, his pink silk robes catching sparks.
“JellyElf! Yer robes!” BoomFuzzy’s voice called out, panicked.
GhoulSpawn rushed forward with a blanket, smothering the flames before they could spread.
Quaraun, wide-eyed and panting, stared at the smouldering spot where the bottle had once been. His fingers trembled.
“My gold! It — it burst into flames! I’ve released a trapped fire deity! It was trapped in there! I set it free!”
“No, no, no,” GhoulSpawn muttered, rushing over. “Quaraun. That was Caesium!”
“Casey-um?” Quaraun blinked, shaking his head. “I know no fire deity by such a name.”
GhoulSpawn shook his head, already mumbling to himself, his mind racing through the possibilities.
“Fire deity? No, Quaraun, that was no deity. That was Caesium!”
Quaraun frowned, brushing off the remnants of the ash from his gown.
“Casey…um? Who is this sorcerer you speak of?”
GhoulSpawn’s rambling voice quickened.
“No, not a wizard. A chemical! It reacts violently with air, moisture, especially water! You can’t just — hold it like that!”
Quaraun furrowed his brow.
“You speak in riddles, Glinta. It was a fire deity, and I released it.”
GhoulSpawn blinked, realizing the challenge of explaining.
“No, no. Caesium! It’s a metal. A dangerous metal. That’s probably why it was buried. To prevent anyone getting hurt by it.”
“A metal?”
“Yes. A highly reactive one. The slightest moisture, and it explodes into fire. That’s what happened! You touched water, or even just the air, and it ignited.”
Quaraun tilted his head, perplexed.
“But it was gold! An alchemist’s treasure.”
GhoulSpawn sighed, trying to explain Caesium’s properties, but Quaraun, stubborn as ever, gathered flowers into his hands and braided them into a crown.
“I must appease the fire spirit,” he muttered. “It might be angry.”
GhoulSpawn sighed, rubbing his temples.
“No, no… it’s a natural element. It looks like gold but is far more dangerous. It reacts instantly with water, releasing heat and flames.”
But Quaraun waved him off. His superstitions outweighing scientific logic.
“It was a fire spirit! I released it. Now, it is gone. I shall appease it with offerings.”
He began muttering an incantation, weaving flowers into a garland to leave as an offering for the deity he believed he’d unleashed.
GhoulSpawn exhaled heavily.
“I give up.”
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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.