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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 Whispering Spirit Beneath the Moonstone Grave, A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
LGBTQAI+ FICTION | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane | TransMan MC
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 Whispering Spirit Beneath the Moonstone Grave
The spirit weren’t supposed to whisper.
It weren’t supposed to know his name.
But it did.
“Quaaa — raaa — uun…”
Moonstone mist. Pale blue light off slick marble. The damp air clung to his resplendent pink silks like soggy fog filled regret. Salt wind stabbed needles through his layered fluffy pink shawls, stiff and heavy from the cold fog pressing down out of the sky.
He blinked. Again. Again. Again.
His left eye twitched.
The silver chain dangling off his rabbity long Elf ear clinked against a twisted moon-shaped earring. He reached up. Fingers trembled. Could not feel. His gloves had frozen stiff.
No.
That were a lie.
He’d frozen.
The gloves just copied the corpse of him.
Echoed it.
Mocked it.
Flesh inside was shrivelled.
Dead? Maybe.
He weren’t sure anymore.
Was he dead?
He never felt alive.
Quaraun stepped between graves. Not like a mourner. Like a thief. One foot. Then drag. Cane clicked. Dragged again. Then click. Then shuffle. Then stop.
Pause.
Listen.
Always listen.
The spirit again.
“Quaaa — raaa — uun…”
No mouth. No voice.
Only thought.
Buried in his thoughts.
Something moved behind him.
Fast. Soft. Gone.
He did not look back.
Looking back never helps.
“Unicorn?”
Silence.
Not even his name echoed right.
“Unicorn… answer me…”
Silence again.
That were the worst part. BoomFuzzy’s absence.
No hand on his back.
No laugh.
No rude, crude joke.
No smell of gingerbread and cloves.
Just…
Rotting leaves.
Moss.
Damp earth.
Gravestones.
Bones whispering.
Cloaked in silk, draped in mirrors, the Moon Elf dragged himself through the dead.
Dead land.
Dead trees.
Dead skin.
Dead world.
Graveyard sat on the cliffs. Hundreds of graves. All carved by his hands. He knew each one. Every name. Every stone.
Except this one.
A new grave.
He stopped.
No name. No words. Just a single, pale blue glow under moonstone frost.
His breath caught.
That weren’t right.
He hadn’t carved this.
He hadn’t buried no one here.
This plot did not exist.
Yet it had his name on it.
Wait.
It didn’t.
He blinked. The name was there. Then it wasn’t.
He reached out. Glove touched frost. The stone bled.
“Fuck…”
He yanked his hand back. Blood smeared down his glove. But… not from the grave.
From himself.
Nose bleeding. He hadn’t noticed.
“Unicorn, please, come find me… I am… I am lost… I do not know… where I am.”
Wind answered.
“Dead,” it said.
“No.”
“Insane.”
“No.”
“Forgotten.”
Quaraun’s voice cracked.
“I am not insane. I am not forgotten. You lie foul beast! Be gone!”
He shuffled forward. Sat on the edge of the grave. Cross-legged. Like a child waiting to be scolded. Pink silk twisted under him, soaked through. Cold. It stuck to his thighs, clung to his arse. He didn’t care.
Pulled his pink satchel close. Opened it. Pulled out black bread and a pink plaid thermos of herbal tea. Hands shook too much to eat. But he chewed anyway.
Taste was cold. Stark. Bitter.
Like loneliness.
He spat it out.
“Bloody hell.”
The wind picked up. Fog thickened.
Shapes in the mist.
Figures.
Cloaked. Small. Red caps. Pointy teeth. Watching.
Unmoving.
Unblinking.
He ignored them. RedCaps wouldn’t touch him. Not without permission. Not while Unicorn was still King. King of the UnSeelie court. King of the Realm of Fae.
BoomFuzzy would flay them. Skin them. Feed them to themselves.
Quaraun smiled.
He missed that.
He missed him.
The gravestone changed again. The name shifted. Letters bent. Twisted. Rearranged. Looked like BoomFuzzy’s name.
He screamed.
“No!”
Threw his tea. Shattered the thermos. Steaming herbs melted frost for a heartbeat… then faded.
The glow died.
Silence.
Then —
“Quaraun.”
Whispered.
Inside his skull. Inside his head. Like a JellyFish gnawing on his brain.
He tore off his gloves. Clawed at his hair. Yanked the venomous jelly tendrils from his scalp. They screamed. His own scalp screamed. He didn’t stop.
“Shut up!” he shrieked. “Shut up shut up shut up shut up!”
The world spun.
The mist swallowed him.
Graves pulsed. Grave dirt writhed. Something laughed under the ground.
A whisper. Again.
“Why do you keep pretending you are real?”
He curled forward. Rocked. Hugged his knees.
“Unicorn. Please. Come find me. I think… I am fading.”
The world twisted sideways. Sky cracked. Stars bled.
He tasted iron.
His nose was bleeding again.
He didn’t know why.
His cane laid beside him. Frozen to the mud.
His wand buzzed. Rainbow tip flickered. Unstable.
The settings had changed.
Black.
He hadn’t turned it to black.
Had he?
He couldn’t remember. Everything was a blur.
The dead were breathing.
So was the grave.
Grave sucked in air.
Like it were lungs.
Like it were awake.
“Quaraun… I see you…”
“No. NO! You do not! Leave me alone!”
He looked at his own reflection in a shard of thermos glass.
He didn’t recognise it.
The Elf in the mirror stared back. Mouthed words.
But not his words.
“I am the real one.”
“No.”
The mirror Quaraun smiled. Sharp teeth.
“You’re the reflection.”
“No!”
He grabbed the shard. Shoved it in his mouth. Bit down.
Crack.
Glass split his gums.
Tongue bled.
Metal.
Bitter.
He swallowed it.
Swallowed himself.
“Spirit,” he rasped, gagging.
“Fuck. I’m a spirit… ain’t I?”
Moonlight pulsed.
He faded.
The voice returned.
“Now you know.”
The fog thinned just enough for a silhouette. Small. Stocky. Round. Smelling of cloves.
“JellyBrains…what the fuck ya doing?”
He sobbed.
“Unicorn… I’m not real…”
BoomFuzzy stepped through the mist.
“Aye, ya are, JellyBean. Real fucked, but real.”
He knelt. Cupped Quaraun’s bloody face.
Quaraun collapsed into his arms.
“Save me,” he whispered. “I’m dead!”
BoomFuzzy kissed his forehead.
“Ye ain’t dead, ya daft numpty of a JellyElf. Not yet. Just cracked. But I like ye cracked. Ya been sleep walking again. Damn good thing I found ya ‘for ya walked off the fucking cliff. Let’s get ya back to camp.”
And the grave behind them?
It closed.
Stone sealed.
Name erased.
Fog swallowed it whole.
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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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And GumRoad:
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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An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress
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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.