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 Series Prologue  

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

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.

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

This story is also published in:

• Don’t Talk to Me Until I’ve Had My Absinthe

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Includes the following stories: Satin Sheets and Storm Sirens The Spotted Chaos

Not published yet--still in formatting--release date summer 2025 no book cover yet -- this placeholder will be updated once cover art is finalized, prob'ly in mid-August 2025 to so.

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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.

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

🌸🦄🌸 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. 🌸🦄🌸

• eBook Editions from this series can be found on: GumRoad

• Kindle, eBook, Print Paperback, & full colour illustrated Hardcover Editions from this series can be found on: Amazon

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.

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.1: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.2: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

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365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.5: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

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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Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad

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An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal

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Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle

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