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🌸🦄🌸 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 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. 🌸🦄🌸
It features a transman main character who is an often pregnant megalomaniac supervillain necromancer, married to an unhinged Faerie King.
This series was started September 23, 1978, and now spans 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, and 3,000+ short stories. it celebrates it’s 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of it’s very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane — A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction
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The Golden Mask 🌸🦄🌸
{A Pink Necromancer Poem; featuring Quaraun as SunTa, King of the Sun aka The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets and his Twighlight Manor} 🌸🦄🌸
Note for those unfamiliar with the novels: After GhoulSpawn’s death/murder, Quaraun cast aside his Pink Necromancer identity, becoming the mute Grand High Emperor, known as SunTa, builder of The Twighlight Manor, before going gathering up his twin son King Vielder and Melaca, and on a time travelling global serial killing spree beheading everyone in the past connected to GhoulSpawn’s death, bringing about The Battle of Ongadada, which caused the comet to crash into the moon, bringing about the ice age. Upon the realization that it was he himself who caused the ice age, an event that would ultimately lead to GhoulSpawn’s death, he shut himself away in the attack of The Twighlight Manor, surrounding himself with the heads of the thousands he’d murdered, and went insane, thus why historians later would call him: Quaraun the Insane. This story is set during the time when he was locked in the Manor’s attic.
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 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 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.

Seen in image:
- IMAGE 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.
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.
- IMAGE 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.
- Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
- Not 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.
I.
Beneath the sun, his name was lost,
SunTa now, where shadows crossed.
The past, the pain, a heavy cost,
His golden mask forever glossed,
To hide a soul forever tossed.
Behind the mask, the hollow hides,
A smile etched where sorrow slides.
Golden gleam, but cold inside,
Shining bright, yet shadows bide,
For truth is lost where lies reside.
SunTa’s steps echoed on stone.
He wandered the world alone, unknown.
He traded his soul for a throne.
The gold in his hands had grown,
Yet love he had once owned was now gone.
II.
The mask, it gleamed, but eyes were dim,
The scars beneath, a fading hymn.
His laughter gone, a phantom limb,
The light outside could not reach him,
A shell of gold, a life grown grim.
The eyes, they glisten, but see no light,
In gilded glow, there’s something trite.
A mask of gold, but worn in fear,
Concealing all that’s held so dear,
A frozen face in endless night.
Golden mask, cold and cracked.
A life too long, stacked in fact.
His scars beneath, a beast he lacked,
The love he left behind, attacked,
By severed heads on the shelves his heart ransacked.
III.
The wind would howl, the night would weep,
And SunTa wandered, lost in sleep.
His heart entombed in shadows deep,
In golden silence, memories creep,
Of who he was, no more to keep.
Each laugh it gives, a brittle sound,
A hollow echo, trembling bound.
It dances, spins in lightless glee,
But underneath, it longs to flee,
To break the mask and feel the ground.
He whispered to the wind, “Why?”
Lonely words kissed the blackened sky.
In darkened halls, no stars to fly.
His hands of gold, forever dry,
Fingers grasped nothing, no more to try.
IV.
Once the Pink, now buried far,
A name forgotten, like a star.
The Necromancer’s cursed scar,
A wound that bled from war to war,
Left hidden in the mask he wore.
Its shimmer blinds, a dazzling sight,
But it hides a soul too tight.
Beneath the gold, the cracks appear,
Fragile truths we all hold dear,
But none can see that brittle light.
Once his heart had beat puce pink.
Now silence swam in the devil’s drink.
The shelves of heads made him think,
Of loves he’d lost to the brink,
Eyes of the past watched him sink.
V.
He touched the gold with trembling hands,
A gilded face in empty lands.
Each breath he took, each tear that strands,
A whisper in the broken sands,
Of who he was, who now withstands.
In silent crowds, it weaves its way,
Smiling bright, yet none can say,
What secrets lie beneath that face,
That golden sheen, that perfect grace,
Hiding the soul that wastes away.
Gold could not warm his soul.
Eternal winter took its toll,
Cold winds wrapped him whole.
He stood alone, the endless goal,
Searching for something to make him whole.
VI.
The sun would set, the moon would rise,
But SunTa’s mask betrayed his eyes.
Beneath the gold, his silent cries,
The agony of lost disguise,
A ghost alone, where truth now lies.
He wears the mask like armour’s shell,
A prison forged in heaven’s hell.
A voice that trembles, cold and bleak,
Yet gilded lips will never speak,
Of shattered dreams it cannot quell.
Scars beneath the mask burned bright.
His memories twisted in the night,
Love had fled from his sight.
For gold, he’d traded all delight,
And now the stars mourned his plight.
VII.
Each wrinkle bore the weight of years,
Each scar, a testament to fears.
The laughter gone, the bitter tears,
Of all he was, through shattered mirrors,
A golden mask, no voice appears.
Each step it takes, a hollow thrum,
The mask a burden that won’t come undone.
The laughter feigned, the tears denied,
Behind the mask, the heart has died,
For in its gold, the soul succumbs.
Silvered clouds crawled across the sky.
SunTa’s steps grew heavy, dry.
In forgotten rooms, where hearts lie,
Loneliness laughed, its bitter cry,
Echoing back what gold couldn’t buy.
VIII.
He wandered fields where flowers died,
Once soft with blooms, now petrified.
The thorns, they whispered from inside,
Of joy and grief, a past denied,
That now he’d buried with his pride.
And yet, the world will never see,
The pain it bears, the silent plea.
They praise the gold, the flawless glow,
But never ask the mask to show,
The face beneath, where truth could be.
He’d been Quaraun, wild and young.
A wizard whose songs once sung,
Danced in the air, joy’s tongue.
But those days of silk were long since flung,
To the shadows, where heads among shelves bloodily hung.
IX.
The golden mask was cold as bone,
Yet brighter than the stars he’d known.
His old reflection, overthrown,
By time and scars, the past disowned,
Now SunTa walked, forever lone.
It wears the weight of unseen grief,
Gold binding tight, no sweet relief.
In mirrors, it stares, a stranger found,
A mask that gleams but makes no sound,
And holds the heart like a silent thief.
He’d loved once, a tender light.
But gold had dimmed that bright,
Now darkness was his constant sight.
His hands had let love take flight,
Leaving shelves filled with severed heads, cold as night.
X.
The sun above, the light below,
Could never touch the scars that grow.
Within his soul, the endless woe,
Of memories from long ago,
That wore the mask to hide the show.
It drips in gold, a heavy crown,
But still the soul inside drowns.
It longs to break, to tear away,
To feel the warmth of light’s soft ray,
But gold holds fast, and weighs it down.
SunTa whispered, “Regret,” to the rain.
Blood dripped down his mask like pain.
His heart echoed empty, insane.
No warmth could ease the strain,
Of love exchanged for gilded gain.
XI.
The golden face, a cruel disguise,
For all he’d lost, for all his lies.
The Pink Necromancer’s heart still dies,
Though none could see his hollow eyes,
Behind the gold, beneath the skies.
So every day, it wears the smile,
A golden sheen, but all the while,
The mask grows tighter, seals the skin,
Until the soul can’t breathe within,
A prisoner lost in gold’s exile.
His gold mask smiled, yet he did not.
It hid the face that love forgot,
Behind scars, his heart grew hot.
On The Twighlight Manor’s shelves, their severed heads began to rot,
Memories haunted each hollow spot.
XII.
His name now SunTa, but the past,
Held tight, like shadows that won’t cast.
The golden mask, a bond to last,
As time moved forward, slow and fast,
He stood alone, a gilded mast.
But in the dark, when none can see,
The mask slips loose, the soul flies free.
In fleeting moments, truth can soar,
But gold calls back, it binds once more,
And chains the heart to false decree.
For every treasure, lost love’s price.
He paid in silence, cold as ice.
Loneliness fed its grim device.
His world now a hollowed vice,
Bound by heads upon the shelf, gold’s cruel slice.
XIII.
For in the end, the mask will stay,
And never let the truth display.
It gleams and glows, but in its clasp,
A soul is lost in golden grasp,
Forever hiding, held at bay.
And when he wept, the mask remained,
A symbol of the soul constrained.
The scars beneath, forever stained,
With pain he’d never have explained,
Behind the gold, where SunTa reigned.
SunTa’s steps faded into mist.
Gold mask gleamed with what he’d missed.
Lonely heads whispered, love dismissed.
His scarred lips longed for a kiss,
But love lost, gold’s cruel twist.
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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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f you are here looking for aliens, ufos, demons, cryptids, haunted cars, curses, Etiole, the wild man of old orchard beach, the goldeneagle car, the white monkey, or any of that other weird bullshit, you want this video:
...and after that video, you want these ones:
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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:
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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.
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.
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The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Do you know who this woman is?
On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.
She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.
The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. |
The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
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If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?
Video explains what else she's done ...
If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
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On Vocal:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal
On Notd:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd
On OnlyFans:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans
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Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:
An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress
Pink Necromancer Merch: On Zazzle:
Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle