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40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
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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 Quaraunâs 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 Quaraunâs 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.
WHAT THE NARRATOR SAW: â 104 words
Rain pounded the cobblestones, shimmering under flickering streetlights. Quaraun stalked his prey, hood drawn against the storm. The sorcerer, cloaked in black, darted into a shadowy alley.
Quaraun followed, his cane tapping softly.
Lightning split the sky as the sorcerer spun, hexes flying. Quaraun deflected the attack, his wand weaving arcs of dazzling light. Moments later, the sorcerer lay lifeless.
Quaraun crouched, plucking a cursed turquoise amulet from the body. He chuckled darkly.
BoomFuzzy arrived, wiping crumbs from his lips, while GhoulSpawn hauled a damp, stolen carpet.
BoomFuzzy frowned.
âWhatâs so funny?â
Quaraun offered no answer, his eerie smile deepening into wide maniacal insanity.
WHAT QUARAUN SAW: â 149 words
The alley smelled of mildew and filth.
Disgusting.
Quaraun kept his resplendent rhinestone encrusted pink silk robes clear of puddles, his focus sharp on the sorcerer ahead.
A bolt of lightning illuminated the Humanâs sneering face.
Blood magic.
Crude, barbaric.
Mine.
The sorcererâs hex flared, but Quaraunâs wand countered, its light elegant and precise.
A single strike ended it.
The amulet shimmered â fine turquoise.
Valuable. Able to trap souls. He pocketed it with satisfaction.
A perfect hunt.
One by one heâd take down every fucking last one of them.
Quaraun smirked at the corpse.
Justice.
He pulled out his blade, about the cut off the head and add it to his ever growing severed head collection.
BoomFuzzy stumbled in, dripping wet, eating a blueberry muffin muttering about linguine and clam sauce.
GhoulSpawn appeared, clutching an enormous, damp rug.
Quaraun snickered.
They would never understand the joy of his victories.
WHAT BOOMFUZZY SAW: â 173 words
Rain soaked BoomFuzzyâs hakama, his bare feet squelching with every muddy step. He growled under his breath, debating linguine sauces.
Creamy clam.
Perfection.
Cheese?
Blasphemy.
How dare the Goat suggest he put cheddar on his linguine. You put cheese on macaroni, not linguine.
He bit into a blueberry muffin, the sweetness cheering him.
Quaraunâs footsteps vanished into an alley ahead. Scuffle sounds followed.
âAch, whatâs that fool pink arse doinâ now?â
He followed the racket, rain masking his steps. He reached Quaraun, catching the Elf giggling sadistically near an exploded corpse.
The daft pink thing, always causinâ trouble.
âWhatâd I miss? Whatâre ye laughinâ at, Love?â he asked, nudging the dead body in the road. âOr should I say, whoâs ya gleefully kill this time?â
GhoulSpawn arrived, drenched and dragging a rug.
âWhat the fuck? Whereâd ya get blooming rug?â
BoomFuzzy shook his head, glancing from the Demon with his rug to the evil Elf cackling hysterically as lightening light up the sky. A circus, the lot of them.
âYa both fucking crazy!â
WHAT GHOULSPAWN SAW: â 143 words
GhoulSpawn trailed behind, shoving the last blueberry muffin into his mouth. He sighed. BoomFuzzyâs clam linguine obsession was ridiculous.
Cheese.
Cheese improved everything.
You put cheddar on pasta. Not clams. What was BoomFuzzy even thinking?
BoomFuzzy should know that.
Lost in thought, he stopped beside a shop, spotting a delivery crate. A rug peeked out, damp but salvageable. Expensive, too. He grinned, stuffing it under his arm.
âDamn it. Where did they get to now?â
As thunder rumbled, he found BoomFuzzy and Quaraun in the alley.
âWhatâs up?â he asked, glancing at the bloody corpse.
Quaraunâs snickering unnerved him.
âWhatâs he laughing about?â GhoulSpawn asked BoomFuzzy.
The Phooka shrugged.
âHim, Quaraun the Insane. I accept the fact of his insanity and ask no questions. Safer that wayâ
GhoulSpawn eyed the turquoise amulet gleaming in Quaraunâs hand.
Whatever it was, it was worth something.
AUTHORâs NOTE: Context for readers whom have not read the novels. Quaraun is a F2M trasman. Early in the series, while still living as a woman he was brutally, publically, gang raped, by a large group of Humans. This is one of the primary events leading to his transitioning to live as a man, as well as the primary event which lead to his becoming a vigilante serial killer. After hunting down and beheading all of his own rapists, he started hunting down every man whom ever raped anyone. While most of the short stories are Cozy Fantasy and show the behind the scenes of his family life, the novels are rated MA21+ CBT GrimDark full of brutal rape scenes, and vigilante hunting down rapists, and massacring them via brutal cock and ball torture murder scenes⌠in his Twighlight Manor is a room known as âThe Museumâ where he taxaderms the bodies, and hangs their heads from chandeliers. Quaraun masquerades as a travelling silk merchant as a cover for the fact that he is marching he way across the planet castrating and mass murdering every rapist he can find. The novels are not for the squeamish or faint of heart. This story stays safe for work but leans into the bloody brutality of Quaraunâs rapist murdering obsession. â If a story has a trigger warning stating: TW: A âSerial Killer Quaraunâ story⌠it is a story of him murdering a rapist, and may contain scenes readers wish to avoid. |
This story was written as part of NaNoWriMo 2024
(The goal is 1,667 words a day or 50k words in 30 days)
This year I used the following Daily writing prompt List:
This set includes the following stories:
Other stuff written this week, but it's non-fiction so I've not included word counts:
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
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