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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 Moon Watches Me Bleed
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.
The Moon Watches Me Bleed
Quaraun watched the Moon bleed.
Again.
Fractured.
Jagged.
Leaking.
Leaking blood.
Always watching.
A cruel eye, wide, blinking, grinding its own glass teeth.
No one believed him.
Not even The Goat. Especially not The Goat. He was too logical. He didn't see things. Quaraun saw things. Things no one else could see. Quaraun was a necromancer. A seer. A seer of spirits. Ghosts. And the Fractured Moon.
"Come outside love," BoomFuzzy called. "Watch the eclipse."
“No, Unicorn, I am not going outside. The Moon is bleeding. It hates me.”
"Its an eclipse, Love, the Goat just explained it all to ya."
"It is blood. The Moon has turned to blood."
The paranoid Elf sat on a pink silk pillow, twitching, stuttering, eyes unfocused, pupils pinprick slits of pink inside blue. His pink silk robes glittered like skin peeled off a jellyfish. His cane—clutched, clamped between his knees, tip rattling on the floor.
BoomFuzzy rolled his goggles up and down the bridge of his nose.
“Aye, ya daft twat, tha Moon’s been bleedin’ for fuckin’ centuries. Let’s no’ start talkin’ ta the sky again, yeah? Just come watch the eclipse with us.”
"No."
"Suit yarself."
“It laughed."
"The Moon?"
"Last night. When I was asleep. I was asleep. I was dreaming. I was not dreaming. I was awake.”
Quaraun’s voice trailed off. He dozed off again.
When he opened his eyes again, BoomFuzzy was back inside, now hovering over the stove, cooking something that smelled of gingerbread. Maybe it was gingerbread.
GhoulSpawn was curled up asleep on his caterpillar fur pelt bed roll.
Quaraun watch the blood red shadows of the moon glow filtering through his pink silk tent.
Mouth dry.
Tongue stuck.
“I was awake.”
"Aye? Who ya talking to, Love?"
Quaraun did not answer.
The Moon was bleeding.
The sky was red.
Red.
Red as blood.
The tent creaked.
No wind.
Just breath.
The pink silk tent's roof sagged. Swelled. Inhaled.
Exhaled.
The tent was breathing again.
BoomFuzzy kicked open the trunk near the bed. Pulled out a rolled up sugar stick. Bit the end. Lit it. Blew out a cloud of glitter-dusted anise smoke.
“You ain’t slept in six fuckin’ days, ya crazy little rose petal. Ya got them jellyfish in ya skull twistin’ yer brains up again.”
"I do not have a brain."
"I know."
"I am a JellyFish."
"I know."
"We do not have brains."
"I know."
Quaraun shrieked.
Loud.
Sudden.
BoomFuzzy didn’t flinch.
Quaraun pointed.
Wild.
At the mirror across the tent.
The mirror showed him.
But not him.
His reflection wore black.
He was not wearing black.
He was wearing pink.
He always wore pink.
He only wore pink.
That is why he was The Pink Necromancer.
His reflection smiled.
He was not smiling.
His reflection blinked.
He had not blinked.
“Who is that? WHO IS THAT?” Quaraun staggered up, tripped over BoomFuzzy’s boots, tangled in his own pink silk, smashed into the vanity, sent glass and perfume bottles flying.
“That’s you, JellyBrains.”
“That is not me!"
"Aye it is."
"I do not smile like that. I do not move like that. I do not have that expression.”
“Ya sure do when yer murderin’ folk.”
Quaraun clutched the edge of the table. Gloved fingers scraping down the wood. The mirror pulsed.
The reflection licked its lips.
Blood.
Quaraun vomited rose petals.
BoomFuzzy offered a bucket.
Already full.
Of petals.
“Why am I vomiting rose petals?”
“Ya swallowed sum.”
“When?”
“Probably yesterday. Ya were talkin’ to the embroidery hoop for five hours and not hearing a thing me and the Goat was saying to ya."
"Why was I doing that?"
"Don't know." BoomFuzzy shrugged. "Ya weird, Love.”
Quaraun looked down.
Embroidery hoop in lap.
He hadn’t noticed.
Pink silk thread still looped on the needle.
He stared at the pattern: A screaming mouth with tentacles for teeth.
He hadn’t stitched that.
Not on purpose.
“I think I ate my embroidery again…”
“That’s alright, PumpkinMuffin, prob'ly tasted like rosewater glitter.”
“Unicorn, I need you to kill me.”
BoomFuzzy glanced up from stirring a pot of jelly soup.
“Again? We just went over this last week. I ain't gonna let ya kill yaserlf, nor will I kill ya. Ya gotta get those crazy thoughts out of ya head. It why I stick around."
"You are dead."
"Exactly."
"You are a ghost."
"I am a Lich."
"You are haunting me."
"Because ya try to kill yarself every time I stop haunting ya.”
“I think the reflection is trying to escape. If it gets out, it will not be me. It will do things. Terrible things.”
Quaraun stood. Shaking. Foot catching the hem of his robe.
He stumbled to the wall.
Pressed his palm to the mirror.
The glass rippled.
His reflection grinned.
He wasn’t grinning.
The reflection licked the glass.
A tongue smeared with pearls.
“I need you to kill it before it becomes me.”
BoomFuzzy handed him a spoon.
“Go bash yer head in with this. I’m cookin’. Can’t stop every five minutes to put ya outta yer misery.”
Quaraun screamed again.
Longer this time.
High pitched.
A cat being turned inside out.
GhoulSpawn woke up.
“Boomie? Is he screaming again?”
“Every hour, on th’ hour. We can start calling him Old Faithful at this point.”
“I told you to stop feeding him the pink sugar cubes. He starts hallucinating.”
“They ain’t sugar cubes.”
“What are they?”
“Unicorn horn shavings. For virility. Good for th’ balls. Mixed with mushrooms. And LSD.”
GhoulSpawn blinked. Didn’t respond. Laid back down. Tried to go back to sleep.
Quaraun stared at his hands.
“I do not have balls.”
BoomFuzzy snorted.
“Sure ya do. I carry ‘em in me fuckin’ purse.”
Quaraun sat on the floor.
Started crying.
Then laughing.
Then screaming.
Then laughing again.
The mirror melted.
Turned to a pool of mercury.
Rose petals floated on the surface.
Whispers in the petals.
“He’s not real. You’re not real. None of this is.”
“Unicorn… I think the mirror is telling the truth this time.”
"What's it saying?"
"I am not real."
“It’s a fuckin’ mirror, JellyBean. It reflects yer fuckin’ nonsense right back atch'ya.”
Quaraun stared at the pool.
His reflection surfaced.
Screamed.
Mouth stretching too wide.
Too many teeth.
Worms crawling from the gums.
It grinned.
"You are insane," they whispered to him.
“Unicorn...Tell me I am not insane.”
BoomFuzzy wandered over, grabbed Quaraun by the collar, licked the side of his face.
“Yer sexy as fuck. And too crazy to not let me fuck ya out ya mind.”
“That is not a diagnosis.”
“Yer mad as a spoon up the bum, but I like ya that way.”
“Unicorn. That is disgusting.”
“I fuckin’ know it is. That’s why I said it.”
"I asked you to tell me I was not crazy, not act crazy with the mirror me."
The mirror burst.
Shards everywhere.
Cut Quaraun’s face.
Sliced his cheek open.
Blood trickled into his mouth.
He licked it.
Tasted copper and candy floss.
BoomFuzzy kissed him.
Quaraun let him.
For once.
It was grounding.
Quaraun pulled away.
Spat out glass.
“I cannot tell if I am awake.”
“Don’t matter.”
“I need sleep.”
“Ya need a fuckin’ exorcism.”
“I am an exorcist.”
“That’s the problem.”
BoomFuzzy handed him a cup.
Green Fairy Wine.
Absinthe.
The only thing that ever helped.
Quaraun sipped.
Choked.
Coughed.
Laughed.
The glass in the mirror laughed back.
Until it stopped.
Until the mirror was just a wall.
Until his reflection was just himself again.
But it never lasted long.
The Moon still bled.
And somewhere inside his skull, the jellyfish laughed too.
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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.