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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 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.
The ghost drifted silently along the misty shores of the spectral realm. A strange, unsettling quiet stretched across the expanse. Wisps of translucent fog hung in the air, glowing faintly with hues of emerald and violet.
Beneath him, smooth, wet stones gleamed with ethereal light.
The waves rolled endlessly toward the shore, soundless but deliberate.
Quaraun, once a Moon Elf bound to the physical world, now existed here, free of pain, body weightless, his spirit untethered.
His hands no longer crippled.
His leg no longer lame.
His scars vanished, no blemish on his skin.
Gone were his resplendent pink robes, the rich silks and tactile sensations of his earthly life.
Gone was his cane.
Gone were his mechanical prosthetic hands.
He no longer needed them.
Yet, his twelve foot long silver hair still trailed behind him, a ghostly echo of the jellyfish tentacles it had once been. It floated in the eerie wind, not quite alive, but not entirely dead either.
This realm was strange.
Familiar, yet utterly alien.
Here, time twisted on itself, and space held no boundary.
He wasn’t frightened.
Not anymore.
He simply… wandered.
Quaraun found peace in solitude.
For what felt like eons, he drifted alone, his senses dulled but comforted by the tranquil expanse.
No more responsibilities, no more expectations.
He existed here, a spectre in a forgotten corner of the afterlife, contemplating fragments of life that barely lingered.
Snippets of faces, faint tastes of absinthe, the distant scent of BoomFuzzy’s food. GhoulSpawn’s laughter, soft and faraway.
Their absence tugged at him, but not harshly.
Just enough to be noticed.
The afterlife felt more a dream than reality.
And in dreams, one drifts.
The beach lay before him, shimmering in every colour, as polished sea glass glistened wet in the sun. He followed the curve of the shoreline, his spectral form casting no shadow on the glowing sand. His feet not walking, as he hovered inches above the ground, drifting as his thoughts propelled him forward, in a gentle, graceful cerulean breeze.
As he approached an arching pathway, carved from pearly white rocks older than memory, a gathering of spirits came into view. They hovered just ahead — otherworldly beings, shimmering with unique auras.
No two alike. Yet none stood out as different.
Their transparent bodies flickered with light, pulsating in rhythm with some unseen force.
Quaraun paused at the edge of the group, observing quietly.
They did not seem to notice his presence at first.
But soon enough, one turned to him, its eyes hollow voids of deep knowledge, and gave a slow nod of acknowledgement.
Conversations murmured between these spirits, some lost in quiet reflection, others speaking in a language both ancient and new.
The topics varied wildly, though each was steeped in curious whispers of forgotten lore, obscure events, the rise and fall of long-dead empires.
One ethereal being, barely more than a shimmer of light, told of lands sunken beneath the sea, the true fate of an island engulfed in flames long before it vanished from living memory.
Another spoke of the first magicians, whose spells knitted the very fabric of reality but were now lost to mortal history.
Quaraun listened, intrigued.
Here, in death, knowledge did not fade.
It endured.
Here in the afterlife, everything still existed, but in a tranquil peace.
Quaraun floated closer, drawn by their words.
The more they spoke, the more captivated he became.
These were secrets, truths untold in the living realm. Yet here they swirled, pieces of a grand puzzle, unclaimed and unguarded.
For the first time since drifting to this place, Quaraun felt a spark of curiosity stir within him.
What else did the afterlife conceal?
A ripple of energy passed through the gathering, causing the spirits to turn as one, in unison, toward the far end of the shore.
An imposing figure stood there, taller than the rest, robed in layers of ancient cloth that shimmered with every imaginable hue. He moved gracefully, without sound, and as he approached, the others bowed slightly, reverence etched in their movements.
The Lorekeeper.
Though he had never seen or heard of him before, Quaraun knew of him instinctively, and knew without being told, this was his name, as though the title itself carried power, weaving through the very essence of this spectral plane.
The Lorekeeper’s aura thrummed with an unimaginable depth of knowledge, knowledge that transcended time and existence. His eyes, though hollow, gleamed with endless stories.
“You wish to know,” the Lorekeeper whispered, though the sound was more felt than heard.
“I do,” Quaraun’s mind responded without hesitation, without using his mouth, his voice a faint echo of its former self. “Tell me… what truths do you hold?”
The Lorekeeper inclined his head and beckoned Quaraun to follow him to the edge of the gathering.
As they drifted away from the others, the spectral world stretched out in surreal distortion.
The ethereal sky bled into the shimmering ocean, and the stars hung low, like pearls waiting to be plucked.
For what felt like lifetimes, the Lorekeeper shared his secrets. He spoke of events from forgotten eras, of inventions long buried beneath ruins, of people whose names had been lost to time. He told of realms beyond the mortal plane, of other worlds, unseen by the living but tethered to their own by invisible threads.
Quaraun absorbed every word, every fragment, every story.
“This knowledge,” the Lorekeeper said, voice low. “It is yours now. Carry it with you. It is part of the tapestry that binds all existence.”
Quaraun nodded, feeling a strange sense of fulfilment swell within him. The afterlife was not just a place of endless drifting, but of purpose, of preservation.
Here, the forgotten became eternal.
And in that eternity, he found a new reason to exist.
He would not simply drift aimlessly anymore.
He would be a vessel for this knowledge, ensuring that it echoed through the ages, even if only in the silence of this spectral shore.
But just as the realization solidified, the ethereal world flickered.
The Lorekeeper’s form wavered, and the soft glow of the realm dimmed.
A ripple passed through the air, jarring Quaraun from his thoughts.
Darkness.
And then…
His heart raced, breath coming fast, his eyes snapping open.
Cold sweat clung to his skin.
He lay in bed, the familiar warmth of BoomFuzzy beside him, GhoulSpawn on the other side. Warm fur pelts wrapped around the three of them.
The sound of the ocean crashing against the rocky shore of Noodle Beach echoed outside the Black Tower Lighthouse.
Quaraun swallowed, trembling, his pulse still frantic from the vividness of the dream. His gold-plated prosthetic hands fumbled to touch the solid bodies beside him.
Real.
They were real.
The dream wasn’t.
He hadn’t died.
But still, he wondered, as he snuggled back between them and clutched BoomFuzzy close.
What meaning had the dream held?
Was is a dream at all?
Had Quaraun died and returned?
Today’s story used the following writing prompt:
This story came about weirdly. A writing prompt was not used, and yet, a writing prompt was used sort of.
I’ll explain.
It is 4AM and I have just gotten up for the day. The sun is not yet up, I was still tired, I decided, before I get started with my day, why don’t I check my “For You” tab on Medium and see, what I can find to read why I wait to “fully wake up.” The top story is linked below.
For some odd reason, while reading this story my mind sparked with the idea to write the Quaraun story you just read.
Here is the article which was inspiration for this story:
Looking For The Daily Drabbles?
Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
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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Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post
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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. 🌸🦄🌸
What is the 500 Drabble/Story Challenge?
Here are all my updates on how this challenge is going:
The 500 Drabble Challenge
Info about the Challenge & An Index of my personal entries.medium.com
$3 PER read?!?
A random look at September stats.medium.com
334 of 500 drabbles in 27 days
The 500 Drabble challenge update.medium.com
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Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here These Stories are cross published on: You can find even more about Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations: | Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | Blogger | DeviantArt | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | FictionPress | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | Notd | OnlyFans | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter-X | Vocal | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |
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f you are here looking for aliens, ufos, demons, cryptids, haunted cars, curses, Etiole, the wild man of old orchard beach, the goldeneagle car, the white monkey, or any of that other weird bullshit, you want this video:
...and after that video, you want these ones:
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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:
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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.
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.
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The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Do you know who this woman is?
On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.
She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.
The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. |
The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
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If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?
Video explains what else she's done ...
If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
(NOTE: a $5 or $15 per month paid subscription required to access stories on Medium)
On Vocal:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal
On Notd:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd
On OnlyFans:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans
(NOTE: a $4.99 per month paid subscription required to access stories on OnlyFans)
Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:
An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress
Pink Necromancer Merch: On Zazzle:
Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle