The Fluffy Pink Disaster

Quaraun stood outside a crumbled concrete ruin, eyeing the broken cobblestone path ahead. His elaborate pink silk robes trailed behind him, dragging through the snow.

Around his slender neck, a Fluffy Pink Feather Boa of Supreme Confidence glistened in the icy wind, shedding delicate plumes like drifting petals.

On his feet, he wore the cursed Heel-Clicking Pink Stiletto Boots of Glorious Drama, towering perilously high and gleaming like pink obsidian daggers.

“This…” GhoulSpawn began slowly. “Is a terrible outfit choice for scavenging.”

“It is fashionable,” Quaraun corrected, flicking his boa dramatically over one shoulder. The pink feathers swirled in a dazzling flourish of flamboyance.

“It’s no wonder Humans call you ‘Quaraun the Insane’.”

“I am not insane.”

“Oooohhh nooooo…” BoomFuzzy groaned from behind, clutching his head. “Ya ken th’ boa drives me mad, Love. Ya ken that thin’ gots a curse on it that makes us Fae hostile — ”

“I know,” Quaraun said smugly, tossing the boa again.

BoomFuzzy’s brass-goggled eyes flared dangerously.

“Ya’re pushin’ yer luck, JellyElf…”

“You always complain when I look better than you,” Quaraun said, flicking the boa a third time.

“Better than me? Ha! Ya look like a deranged overstuffed pink peacock!” BoomFuzzy barked. “Ya strut about like ya own th’ place — “

CLICK… CLICK… CLICK…

Quaraun confidently strode forward, his stiletto heels striking the cobblestones like gunshots. Each step sent echoes rolling through the frozen streets.

“Would you stop that!?” GhoulSpawn hissed. “You’re making enough noise to wake the dead!”

“Good.” Quaraun flicked his boa again. “I am the Pink Necromancer. Waking the dead is what I do.”

BoomFuzzy staggered after him, fists clenched.

“If ya toss that bloody boa one more — “

Quaraun spun on his heel —

CLICKCLICKCLICK!

— and tossed the boa once more in BoomFuzzy’s direction.

The reaction was instantaneous.

BoomFuzzy’s silver pupils narrowed to pinpricks, his expression enraged like a storm cloud.

“Ohhhh… Now ye’ve done it…”

“Uh-oh,” GhoulSpawn whispered. “He’s going full feral.”

BoomFuzzy’s hair bristled, his long grey dreadlocks quivering like an enraged cat’s tail.

“BOA TOSSIN’ LITTLE PINK — “

“I told you,” Quaraun interrupted smugly. “I look fabulous.”

“Ya look ridiculous!”

Quaraun stepped back —

CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

BoomFuzzy lunged.

“EEP!” Quaraun spun to run —

CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK!

His deadly pink stilettos clattered wildly against the cobblestones as he bolted down the street, pink robe flaring, pink boa flapping behind him like a distressed flamingo.

“WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?!” GhoulSpawn shouted, chasing after them.

“HE’S CHASING ME!”

“YOU STARTED THIS!”

“WHY IS HE CHASING ME?!” Quaraun shrieked, his heels hammering like war drums on stone.

“BECAUSE YA WON’T STOP TOSSIN’ THAT BLOODY BOA!” BoomFuzzy bellowed.

“HE CANNOT HELP HIMSELF!” GhoulSpawn wheezed, sprinting to keep up. “IT’S THE CURSE! STOP THROWING THE BOA!”

“I REFUSE!” Quaraun snapped and —

CLICKCLICKCLACK —

His stiletto heel snagged on a loose cobblestone. He stumbled —

“NOOOOOOOOOOO — “

THUD!

Quaraun hit the icy ground with a soft pomf, landing like a fallen swan. His boa fluttered dramatically across his face.

BoomFuzzy tackled him.

“GOTCHA NOW, YA GLITTERY WEE BEASTIE!” BoomFuzzy straddled Quaraun’s back like a victorious warlord pinning down a defeated enemy. “Let go of it!”

“No!”

“I’m rippin’ th’ bloody boa to shreds!”

“Do not touch my boa!”

“Will you two stop fighting!”

“Drop it!”

“Get off of me!” Quaraun shrieked, squirming violently beneath him.

“You’re both acting like children!” GhoulSpawn yelled as he caught up to the squabbling lovers. “You’re both grown men!”

“Gimme it!”

“NO!”

“GIMME!” BoomFuzzy grabbed the boa and yanked.

“NOOO!”

Feathers exploded in all directions like a pink blizzard.

BoomFuzzy coughed and spat out stray plumes.

Quaraun flailed, trying to snatch the remnants of his beloved accessory.

“I paid a fortune for that!”

“Aye? Well it’s a fortune wasted!” BoomFuzzy declared triumphantly, waving a tattered handful of mangled feathers.

“STOP!” GhoulSpawn gasped, staggering to a halt, hands on his knees. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you two look right now?”

BoomFuzzy paused, still clutching what remained of the boa.

Quaraun lay sprawled face-down in the snow, one stiletto boot twisted awkwardly behind him.

Shredded feathers rained down like confetti.

“…I hate these boots…” Quaraun mumbled miserably into the ice.

“Good!” BoomFuzzy snorted. “Next time ya dress like a peacock, I’ll roast ya for supper.”

GhoulSpawn wiped his face.

“This is why no one trusts us as supervillains…”

• +5 Feather Debris Added to Inventory
• +3 Bruised Pride Added to Inventory
• Achievement Unlocked: “You’re Just Jealous Because I’m Pretty”
• Quaraun gained +5 Drama
• BoomFuzzy gained +10 Smugness
• GhoulSpawn gained +1 Migraine

Moral of the Story: Fashion can be deadly. Especially if you dramatically toss your boa one too many times.

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.

BoomFuzzy

Quaraun

GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy

GhoulSpawn

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun

Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series

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Meet The Characters

Wendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again. Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978) If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title. List of the published titles still in print: The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series What the series is about, for those new here: The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series.

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters: BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying A Very Important Clump of Grass The Washer Woman & The Fae Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice Excited For The New Baby Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Open Grave The Phooka's Dragon School The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Jar of Pickled Toes The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats A Day In The Life of a Bumbling Necromancer The Three-Seventeen Pee Expedition

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

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There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...

@eelkat health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 

@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

Books By Wendy Christine Allen
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