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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
 Quaraun and one of his many cursed mirrors | ||||
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Control or Protection?
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
LGBTQAI+ FICTION | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane | TransMan Main Character
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Domestic Lives of Dangerous Faeries - LGBTQAI+ Queer MPreg Cozy Fantasy Fiction w a F2M Elf Wizard, a Gay Faerie Chef, & a BiSexual Demon Time Traveller, Free To Read Online
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.
Control or Protection?
The mirror was bleeding again.
Crimson drip.
Salt water.
Seaweed behind the glass.
Tentacles.
Eyes.
More eyes.
Then teeth.
Quaraun blinked.
Still there.
Fuck.
"I hate this fucking mirror, it refuses to stop haunting me."
He reached for the wand. Shaky hands. The gloves whirred, mechanical joints squeaking. BoomFuzzy had not oiled them again.
The bastard.
The love of his life.
The bastard.
The pink silk tent breathed around him. Pink silk swaying in rhythm with the dying heartbeat of the world.
Wind outside.
And moaning.
The herd again.
Rotten voices shuffling through the dunes.
His army.
His mistake.
“You are trying to control me,” Quaraun said.
No greeting.
No prelude.
Just accusation. Like lightning. He pointed the wand. The tip glowed white. His reflection in the mirror split open, bled light.
BoomFuzzy stood by the brazier, bare chest gleaming with sweat and ash. Lilac tail twitching. Copper goggles glowing over blind silver eyes. He didn’t flinch. He never did.
“No,” BoomFuzzy said. “I am tryin’ to protect ya.”
“There is a vast difference between control and protection.”
“Facts,” GhoulSpawn mumbled from the corner, head down in his notebooks. He didn’t even look up.
Quaraun ignored him. His jaw trembled. His heartbeat was the sound of hammers pounding in glass.
“You are treating me like a frail housewife who is not allowed outside.”
“In case ya forgot,” BoomFuzzy snarled, voice low, words thick with accent and smoke. “Ya used to be me frail housewife before ya decided to go crazy necromancer on me arse.”
“I am not crazy.”
“Ya fuckin’ fragile.”
“You take that back!” Quaraun pressed the wand to BoomFuzzy’s nose. Red beam. Smell of ozone. The old fear between them sparked—love, death, and unholy power wrapped in silk and gingerbread.
BoomFuzzy didn’t flinch. He grinned.
“What was ya gonna do, blow me brains out? I’m already dead, ya fuckin’ dimwit. I’m a Lich, remember? Yar the one what turned me into a Lich!”
“You are too controlling!”
“You are too frail to go outside in a fuckin’ zombie apocalypse!”
“I am the Pink Necromancer!” Quaraun’s voice cracked.
"Aye."
The tent quivered.
Quaraun’s jaw trembled. The tent filled with silence, thick, cold, heavy as sea fog. The moaning of the dead outside grew louder.
BoomFuzzy sighed, running a hand through his dreadlocks. He walked to Quaraun, slow and careful, as if approaching something made of glass. His hand hovered over the Pink Necromancer’s shoulder, then rested there with cautious weight.
The Elf's jellyfish hair writhed.
Jellyfish tendrils glowing pink, venom dripping.
“I made the zombie apocalypse!” Quaraun said.
“Facts,” GhoulSpawn said again.
“I CONTROL THE ZOMBIES!” Quaraun screamed. “THEY OBEY ME!”
BoomFuzzy sighed.
“Aye, Love, ya do. But ya also a frail, sickly little waif what’ll get trampled by his own zombie herd.”
“You just need to control me.”
“Protection ain’t control.”
“You are a control freak.”
“No, that’d be you. As can be proven by you turned me into a Lich without finding out if I even wanted to be brought back from the dead."
"You killed yourself."
"Exactly."
"I had to bring you back."
"No you didn't."
"I needed you."
"Then let me protect you."
“Stop telling me what to do!”
“I’m not tellin’ ya what to do, I’m tellin’ ya how to stay fuckin’ alive!” BoomFuzzy snapped. “There’s a herd out there. Ya go walkin’ out and ya end up flattened like a flapjack.”
"I am going out."
"No you are not!" BoomFuzzy grabbed Quaraun's arm and pulled the Elf away from the door. "I’m telling ya how to stay safe. Staying in here is staying safe. There’s a fucking herd of zombies passing through and I ain’t letting ya go traipsing off in it! You can leave the tent when the herd has passed. End of discussion!"
“You do not know what protection means,” Quaraun hissed.
BoomFuzzy laughed.
“And for someone who spends his days tryin’ to be a male, ya don’t know much about the male psychology."
"I do not need to know male psychology!"
"You do if you expect to pass yourself off as male in a world where females are practically existent."
"I exist in this world just fine!"
"Ya live by ya heart, ya emotions. Not ya head. Not logic."
"What has that to do with anything?"
"A male needs to protect his woman.”
“Facts,” GhoulSpawn said again.
Quaraun glared at the Sheep Demon, but said nothing. He was too angry with BoomFuzzy just now to focus on GhoulSpawn.
The tent went silent.
Fire hissed.
Wax candles melted sideways.
The night wind dragged through the pink silk walls of the tent, making them ripple like jellyfish fins under the moonlight. The smell of salt, rot, and anise drifted inside.
Outside, beyond the safety of the necromancer’s wards, the groans of the dead echoed through the frost-bitten trees. The zombie herd was moving along the coast; thousands of corpses shambling through the darkness, following the scent of the living.
Quaraun stood near the tent’s flap, his jeweled cane in one hand, Rainbow Wand in the other. His pink silk sleeves trembled with every gust that rattled the moor. His hair, long, translucent tendrils of pink jellyfish filament, floated around him in anxious currents.
He wanted to step outside.
He wanted to see what he’d made.
"You are trying to control me," Quaraun accused, his voice sharp as the edge of the cold sea.
BoomFuzzy leaned against the food chest, arms folded over his chest. The soft blue gleam of his steampunk goggles reflected the necromancer’s shaking silhouette. His lilac unicorn tail twitched, irritated.
"No," BoomFuzzy replied, voice low, roughened by the crackle of the nearby fire. "I am trying to protect ya."
"There is a vast difference between control and protection."
"Facts," GhoulSpawn said from the corner. He sat cross-legged on a pile of fur pelts, tinkering with Toobe’s hovering silver orb. The AI buzzed softly like a curious insect.
They both ignored him and continued arguing.
BoomFuzzy stepped close, hand heavy on Quaraun’s shoulder. The air between them thickened.
“Ya remember the night the sea tried to take ya?” BoomFuzzy said, taking off his goggles and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. His silver pupils glowed faint in the dark. “Wind near tore the lighthouse apart. I barred the door. Told ya stay inside. What did ya do?”
“I went outside,” Quaraun muttered.
“Aye. And the sea near drowned ya. I dragged ya back, half dead. Ya lungs ain’t never been right since.”
Quaraun stared at the fire. The memories crackled there, faces forming in the flame. Drowned faces. His own. Fuck.
“I do not need saving.”
“Everyone needs savin’ sometimes, Love.” BoomFuzzy’s voice softened, rough silk, old ache. “Even gods what make their own monsters.”
GhoulSpawn’s pen scratched.
“Also facts.”
Outside. The herd moaned.
One corpse slammed against the silk. The wall caved inward. Bone pressed through fabric. Quaraun flinched. BoomFuzzy shoved him back, hand glowing faint lilac. The corpse dissolved. Steam and bone dust.
Quaraun’s wand flickered.
He wanted to kill something.
Himself, maybe.
Or BoomFuzzy.
Or the sky.
“Let me outside.”
“No.”
“I made them.”
“Aye. Which is why ya stay here. Till they pass.”
“I can control them!”
“Ya think ya can.” BoomFuzzy leaned in, breath hot with cloves and sin. “But ya ain’t slept in three days, and ya talkin’ to mirrors bleedin’ seawater.”
Quaraun’s eyes darted to the mirror.
It was dripping again.
Fuck.
Quaraun’s lips tightened, colour draining from his pale face. He remembered the cold, the black waves closing over him, the feel of BoomFuzzy’s arms hauling him through the surf.
"I do not need saving."
"Everyone needs saving sometimes, Love." BoomFuzzy’s voice softened again, the harsh edge melting into fondness. "Even the almighty Pink Necromancer."
GhoulSpawn looked up from the orb, eyes flicking between them.
"Also facts," he said quietly.
Neither noticed him this time either.
“Unicorn…” he whispered. “The mirror is breathing.”
BoomFuzzy looked. Nothing. Just glass. His silver eyes blind but glowing.
“Ain’t nothin’ there, Love.”
“It is there!” Quaraun hissed. “Eyes. Watching. Laughing at me.”
"It just a mirror."
“Facts,” GhoulSpawn said again, voice faint, distant.
“Ya shut up,” BoomFuzzy barked.
The mirror laughed. The sound like bubbles bursting in tar.
Quaraun shoved BoomFuzzy away, cane clattering, wand flaring pink. The floor heaved. Silk tent twisted like intestines. The mirror’s surface opened, mouth of sea.
Hands. Rotting. Reaching.
BoomFuzzy grabbed him. Quaraun screamed. His voice tore through dimensions. The dead outside wailed in answer.
And then silence.
The tent still. The mirror gone.
Just blood on the sand.
BoomFuzzy stood over him. Breathing hard.
“Ya done?”
Quaraun’s voice shook.
“You… always control everything.”
BoomFuzzy crouched, cupped his face.
“Nah. I just ain’t lettin’ ya drown again, JellyElf.”
“Facts,” GhoulSpawn said softly, not looking up.
Quaraun trembled. He wanted to hit him.
Kiss him. Kill him. All at once.
He dropped the wand. Pressed his forehead against BoomFuzzy’s chest.
The Lich’s heart was silent.
Still. Cold. But steady.
“Fuck,” Quaraun whispered. “I hate you.”
“Aye,” BoomFuzzy murmured. “Good. Means ya still alive.”
Quaraun turned away, pushing open the silk flap just enough to glimpse the world beyond. The night was a sea of shifting shadows. Corpses shuffled through the moonlit dunes, silent and endless, faces eaten away, ribs exposed, eyes glowing faintly blue from necromantic flame. They moved like a tide—his tide. His creation. His dominion.
And yet… he was small compared to it. The wind bit through the silk. His body ached. His prosthetic gloves creaked as he clenched them.
BoomFuzzy’s arm came around his waist, pulling him back from the flap.
"Close it, Love," he whispered. "Let ‘em pass. Then we’ll walk the beach in the morning, aye? The wind’ll be calmer then. The corpses gone. I’ll make ya fried seaweed and clam cakes for breakfast."
Quaraun hesitated, his wand dimming to a soft pink glow.
He let the flap fall shut.
The moaning of the dead faded slowly into the distance.
For a long while, no one spoke. The fire crackled. The tent walls rippled in the cold wind.
Finally, GhoulSpawn said:
"So, to sum up, control, protection, and survival instincts in post-apocalyptic relationships. Facts. All facts. see? I wrote 'em all down."
BoomFuzzy threw a biscuit at him.
Quaraun leaned his head against BoomFuzzy’s chest, listening to the faint echo of a heartbeat that no longer existed. His anger ebbed away, leaving only exhaustion and the strange comfort of being held.
"Unicorn," he whispered. "You are insufferable."
"Aye," BoomFuzzy said, kissing the top of his head. "But I’m yer insufferable."
"Facts," GhoulSpawn said again, ducking another biscuit.
Outside, the dead drifted on, following the wind toward the sea.
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzyThe 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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#OwnVoices - Gypsy Characters Written by Gypsy Author | 40th Century Dystopian Maine | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | Absinthe | Absurdist/Absurdism | Accidental Incantation | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Author is not White | Autistic Main Character | Autistic protagonist | Be Careful What You Say | Be Careful What You Wish For | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bisexual Relationships | Bizzarro | Black Characters | Blind Characters | Bumbling Wizards | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Ceremonial Magic | Character Studies | Character Study | Character-driven worldbuilding | Characters Are Not White | Comical Overreacting | Cosmic Horror | Counter Culture Lifestyle | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Cthulhu Mythos | Culinary Fiction | Cursed Magic Items | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Dark Romance | Deal with the Devil | Demonic Contracts | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Disguised as Male | Domestic Fiction | Driven to Suicide Themes | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Dystopian 40th Century Maine | Elderly Main Character | Eldritch Horror | Eldritch Horrors | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Evil Elves | Evil Faeries | Evil NonHuman Main Characters Gleefully Killing Humans | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Existentialism | Exotic Alien Planets | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | F2M Transgender MC | Faerie King | Faeries | Fairy Devilmother | Fairy Tales ReTold | Family Saga | Fantasy drug use | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Forgot About His Powers | Found Family | Frost Punk | FrostPunk | Furries | Furry Fiction | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Gay Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Gay Harem Romance | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Gay/M-M-M Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gets Easily Lost | Ghost Stories | Glass Canon Wizards | Gothic Horror | Gothic Literature | Gothic Romance | Green Fairy Wine | Grimmification | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Gypsy Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Gypsy Main Characters | Hand Wave Logic | Haunted Lighthouses | He's a Damsel In Distress | Homeless Main Characters | Hookah Smoking | Horned | Humanoid | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Ice Age Punk | Intersex Main Character | Intersex/Transgender Main Character | Interspecies Romance | Isekai | Jackass Genie | Jerkass | LGBTQAI+ Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | LGBTQAI+ Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | LGBTQAI+ Fiction | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Lich Lords | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Literal Genie | Literary Fiction | Little Bit Beastly | Lovecraftian Cultists | Lover's Triangles | LSD Use | Lythande FanFiction | Macabre | Mage Tower | Magic Items | Magical Homeless Person | Magical Realism | Magically-Binding Contract | Married Gay Couple | Melodrama | MerMen | Mini Story | Minor Injury Overreaction | Mix-and-Match Critters | MM Romance | MMM Romance (yes, M-M-M Romance, 3 Ms, not 2 - Poly Romance) | MMM Romance | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Nautical Fiction | Necromancers | Neurodivergent main character | New Weird | No Sense of Direction | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | One of the Primary Characters is the Ghost of a Suicide Victim and talks of his Suicide Often | Opium Use | Our Liches Are Different | Parallel Universe | Paranoid Fiction | Pastoral Fiction | Pastoral Poetry | Poke in the Third Eye | Poly Gay Romance | Poly Romance - Why Choose | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Powerful, but Incompetent | Prefers Going Barefoot | Prehensile Hair | Prehensile Tail | Psychological Melodrama | Queer Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Queer Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | Read the Fine Print | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Reverse Harem | Road Trip Fiction | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Self-Harm (Cutting, and deliberate drug overdose) | Shifter Romance | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Slipstream Fiction | Soap Opera | Sold His Soul for a Donut | Sometimes there is a fuckingly liberal use of the fucking word Fuck for no fucking reason other than to say fuck as many fucking times as fuckingly possible | Soul Contracts | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | Suicidally depressed characters | Suicide References | Super Villian MC | Superpower Lottery | SuperVillain PoV | Surrealism | Survivalism | Sweet Romance | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | The Bad Guy Wins | The Drifter | There is a thing in the series called The Alien Bible - it is the Christian Bible rewritten by aliens, some readers found this upsetting as well | There is a zombie apocalypse going on and lots of historical figures make cameo appearances as zombies, including Zombie Jesus - this seems to frequently upset readers so yeah here's a warning for that | Third-person limited | Thruple/Trio Relationships | Time Travel | Too Dumb to Live | Transgender Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Transgender Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | Transman MPreg Yaoi | Unmarried Live-In Lovers | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Vignette | Villain Main Characters | Voodoo Fiction | Walking the Earth | Wandering Wizard | Wasteful Wishing | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Whatevermancy Magic Systems | While there are no sex scenes, characters often talk of their sex lives in dialogue conversations and are known to use crude words when doing so | Why Choose - Poly Romance | World’s Strongest Man | Yaoi | 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 make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
- If you are unfamiliar with the definition of what any of those genres are, they are all listed on the Wikipedia website.
And this series heavily features/makes use of the following tropes:
- Accidental Incantation | Be Careful What You Say | Be Careful What You Wish For | Ceremonial Magic | Comical Overreacting | Deal with the Devil | Demonic Contracts | Demons | Disguised as Male | Driven to Suicide Themes | Eldritch Horrors | Evil Elves | Evil Faeries | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | F2M Transgender MC | Fairy Devilmother | Forgot About His Powers | Found Family | Furries | Gets Easily Lost | Grimmification | Hand Wave Logic | Haunted Lighthouses | Horned Humanoid | Jackass Genie | Jerkass | Literal Genie | Little Bit Beastly | Lovecraftian Cultists | Mage Tower | Magical Homeless Person | Magically-Binding Contract | MerMen | Minor Injury Overreaction | Mix-and-Match Critters | Necromancers | No Sense of Direction | Our Liches Are Different | Poke in the Third Eye | Powerful, but Incompetent | Prefers Going Barefoot | Prehensile Hair | Read the Fine Print | Sold His Soul for a Donut | Super Villian MC | Superpower Lottery | The Bad Guy Wins | The Drifter | Too Dumb to Live | UnSeelie Court | Walking the Earth | Wandering Wizard | Wasteful Wishing | Whatevermancy Magic Systems | World’s Strongest Man |
- If you are unfamiliar with the definition of what any of those tropes are, they are all listed on the Tv Tropes website.
🌸🦄🌸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 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
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