The crows were restless that morning. Their raucous cries echoed across the desolate snow-covered beach, the sound sharp and grating against the stillness of the icy air.
Quaraun, wrapped in layers of frilled pink silk, paced along the frozen shoreline, his cane crunching into the frost-bitten sand. His long silver hair, a glistening cascade of prehensile jellyfish tendrils, swayed behind him, catching faint glimmers of the fractured moonlight filtering through the thick comet-dust clouds.
The Elf’s gloved hand tightened on the polished cane as he glanced skyward, narrowing his sapphire eyes.
"Blasted birds," he muttered, his words crisp and biting. "Their incessant squawking grates my nerves."
From behind him, BoomFuzzy's boisterous laughter broke through the cawing.
"Och, me wee JellyElf, ye dinnae like the music o’ nature today, aye?"
The Phooka ambled toward him, his stocky frame swathed in black hakama and a purple tartan shawl. He clutched a steaming clay mug, the rich aroma of gingerbread and mulled wine wafting toward Quaraun on the brisk wind.
"It is not music. It is chaos," Quaraun replied sharply, his tone petulant. "They are conspiring, I am certain of it. They watch me. They watch us."
BoomFuzzy chuckled again, the deep rumble resonating in the frozen air. He stepped closer, his warm breath brushing against Quaraun’s chilled cheek as he leaned down to kiss the Elf’s temple.
"Ye worry too much, Love."
Quaraun stiffened at the sudden touch, but only for a moment. Despite his irritation, he found himself leaning into BoomFuzzy's sturdy frame, craving the warmth radiating from his Faerie husband.
"Sit wi’ me," BoomFuzzy urged, guiding Quaraun toward a patch of snow-cleared rock. "Rest yer legs. Yer walkin’ yerself tae exhaustion again."
Reluctantly, Quaraun complied, perching daintily on the edge of the rock. BoomFuzzy settled beside him, draping an arm around the Elf’s slender shoulders and pulling him close. The smell of salt and kelp clung to BoomFuzzy’s woolly dreadlocks, mingling with the spiced sweetness of his drink.
"Drink," BoomFuzzy said, pressing the mug into Quaraun's hands.
Quaraun wrinkled his nose, hesitant.
"You know I dislike sharing—"
"Aye. Cannae share a mug. Yet ya can passionately kiss me lips in bed? Same germs, Love."
Quaraun stared at BoomFuzzy horrified.
"It’ll warm ye up, Pinkie. Dinnae be so fussy."
With a haughty sigh, Quaraun raised the mug to his lips. The flavors burst on his tongue—a symphony of ginger, cloves, cinnamon, and honey, blending into the smooth burn of aged wine, in what he could only assume was gingerbread flavoued coffee heavily doused in whiskey. He allowed himself a small, satisfied hum, though he refused to meet BoomFuzzy’s smug grin.
"See?" BoomFuzzy teased, his calloused hand trailing down Quaraun's silk-clad arm. "Yer face says it all. Ye love it."
"I tolerate it," Quaraun corrected, but the faint blush blooming across his pale cheeks betrayed him. "What even is it that I am drinking?"
"I call it leftovers tea surprise."
"Isn't this coffee?"
"That’s the surprise part."
The crows cawed louder, their shadowy forms circling above like harbingers of some unseen doom.
Quaraun shivered, his paranoia flaring.
"They are too loud. Too many of them. Something is wrong."
BoomFuzzy followed his gaze but saw only the dark silhouettes wheeling against the ashen sky.
"The crows ken somethin’ we don’t. Always do. But ye needn’t fret. They arenae comin’ fer us."
"How can you be so sure?" Quaraun asked, his voice tinged with unease.
"Because I’m here." BoomFuzzy grinned, baring sharp teeth. "An’ no one messes wi’ me, or my JellyElf."
Quaraun scoffed but felt a flicker of reassurance in the Faerie’s words. BoomFuzzy’s confidence, brash and unshakable, was a steady anchor against his own spiraling thoughts.
The wind picked up, carrying with it a bone-deep chill. Quaraun shivered.
BoomFuzzy shifted, pulling Quaraun onto his lap with surprising ease for someone so much shorter than the Elf. The move startled Quaraun, and he squawked indignantly.
"Unicorn! Unhand me this instant!"
"Nae chance," BoomFuzzy replied, wrapping both arms securely around Quaraun's waist. "Yer shiverin’, Love. Ye’ll catch yer death out here."
"I do not shiver," Quaraun argued, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
"Aye, ye do." BoomFuzzy pressed his face into Quaraun’s neck, kissing the soft skin, his beard rough against the Elf’s delicate skin. The sensation made Quaraun flinch, but the heat of BoomFuzzy's breath was a welcome balm against the cold.
For a moment, they sat in silence, save for the distant crash of waves and the ever-present cawing of the crows. Quaraun’s breathing slowed, his rigid posture softening as BoomFuzzy’s warmth seeped into him. The Elf closed his eyes, letting the rhythmic rise and fall of BoomFuzzy’s chest ground him.
"You’re insufferable," Quaraun murmured, though there was no malice in his tone.
BoomFuzzy chuckled, his arms tightening around Quaraun.
"An’ ye love me fer it."
"I suppose," Quaraun admitted, his lips quirking into the faintest of smiles.
BoomFuzzy nuzzled his hair, inhaling the faint floral scent of rose oil and silk.
"Ye smell like a flower garden. Always do. Makes me hungry."
Quaraun opened one eye, arching a brow.
"Hungry? For what, exactly?"
BoomFuzzy grinned wickedly, his fanged teeth glinting.
"For ye, me Love."
"Considering I am an Elf and you are The Elf Eater, I find that concerning."
"Oh, no worries of my eating ya, Love. I'll be far too busy fucking ya for that."
"Vulgar Faerie," Quaraun said, though his cheeks flushed a deeper pink.
"Aye, but I’m yer vulgar Faerie."
As the crows continued their restless vigil overhead, Quaraun allowed himself to relax fully into BoomFuzzy’s embrace.
"Unicorn?"
"Hmmm?"
"What about the crows?"
"If the crows brought trouble, we can face it together. Later."
The cold, the noise, the unease—all of it faded under the warmth of his husband’s touch. For now, at least, the world’s harshness could wait.
Today is August 8, 2026, the 14 year anniversary of the backhoe driving over my house.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,… they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep… I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since….
… which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.
While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"… while I was 8 months pregnant.
2nd photo, from same week: my 3,821 Fabio books all piled up in my dad's apartment (days after the backhoe attack) and waiting to be sorted onto a bookshelf (photo from 2013 shortly after the backhoe attack, when we were trying to find anything salvageable, and a few weeks before the attackers returned, broke my spine with a golf club and murdered my infant.)(location in photo here was at my dad's apartment 4 towns away, in Biddeford, as I no longer have a house because a lunatic drove a backhoe over it… what few of my belongings and pets to survive this attack went to my dad's apartment afterwards..). and as you can see many of them were badly damaged by the backhoe that drove over my house… and I had to rebuy the ones totally destroyed by the raving lunatic who drove a backhoe over me house… I was unfortunately unable to salvage the bulk of my 10k comic book Uncle Scrooge comics collection, and only around 2k of the Scrooge comic books survived the backhoe attack. almost nothing I owned survived the backhoe attack, these books were along the back wall over the brook and had been pushed into the brook, thus how they survived the backhoe attack.
3rd photo: Raphael, one of only 2 pets to survive the backhoe attack (photo from July 2026 at my dad's apartment where he temporarily lives until I can afford to rebuild my house - he is now over 22 years old… yes, the backhoe drove over and flattened to death my pets. Raphael, was one of only a two pets who survived the backhoe attack, the other was Rachel, his twin, - over a dozen of my birds and cats, and 72 pet fish were all crushed to death by the backhoe when it drove over my house… - yes the backhoe drove over and killed many pets, including my 3 parrots, everything in one of my fish tanks, 4 cats, and some hamsters, that were all at home at the time the backhoe drove over the house… my 22 year old Raphaël catfish survived this attack… I had him since 2007, and he survived his tank being driven over by a backhoe, by hiding in the mud.).
On August 8, 2013, 14 years ago, a crazed hater drove a backhoe over my house, they returned a few weeks later armed with golf clubs, broke my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then beat my newborn son's head in with the same golf club they broke my spine with, the FBI investigation trying to find them (a man and 2 women) has been ongoing for now 14 years as of today and we still don't know who they were, what their motive was, or why they attacked.
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.
today marks 5 months without being harassed by the crazy woman
today marks 5 months without being harassed by the crazy woman
you,know… im sitting on the lawn again today, in Biddeford, Maine, in my wheelchair, and yet again, it is a day with no Tod Murphy woman attacking… its now 5 months since her last attack.
 ever since the big police raid on our building in April, which has left an abandoned empty apartment unit in our building, for now 4 months, that crazy blond woman who was yelling at me about some guy named Tod Murphy hasn't shown up.Â
Not once. im able to go outside and sit on the lawn and in my wheelchair in the driveway and do my novel writing and editing and watercolour painting outside again, like I used to do before she showed up.
She showed up Thanksgiving night 2021, and cut all the cable wires off our building, while chanting the name "Tod Murphy" over and over again. Then every day til May 2023, she viscount and violently attacked, grabbing my cane and kicking me in the back to push me into the road in front of on coming cars, always while saying "Im doing this for Tid Murphy you bitch".Â
Twice she dumped me out of my wheelchair and threw it in the river, again while yelling about Tod Murphy. Every time I tried to go outside to walk my dog or get my mail, she'd be on the porch gibbering about Tod Murphy. Endless every single day.
in 2022 her and a bunch of her friend showed up at Portcon and poisoned my pizza by putting raw onions under the cheese a thing I am deadly allergic too nearly killing me and killing my dog Mickie (raw onions are deadly to dogs).
in 2024 she start saying more then just chanting the name Tod Murphy and started accusing me of writing articles about him.
its was the most bizarre thing because outside of her ramblings I've never heard the name Tod Murphy before, so no clue who she is even talking about.
but whatever that big police raid was in April, it somehow effected her, because she hasn't been here since, not her, not the other blond woman frequently with her, not the j b guy (the guy who went to prison for hacking my website and several years of stalking my family) that kept walking circles around the building all day and showing up with her, not the little blond baby/toddler girl that she was dragging around with her (and child protective services really need to find out who she is and get that poor abused child away from her, she was slinging that baby around like a rag doll while doing her Tod Murphy chants), not the Grey French bulldog that she used to bring up into the back yard and put on my wheelchair ramp and tell it to attack my puppy that replaced the dog she killed in 2022…Â
…none of them are showing up any more… everything stopped in April day after that huge police raid on our building.
oh my god, you have no idea how good it feels to go outside and sit on the lawn without a psychopath grabbing my cane and beating me up with it, or pushing me in the road in front of cars, or dumping me out of my wheelchair and running off with it… for the first time in SIX YEARS… the Tod Murphy woman's daily attacks went on from Thanksgiving day 2021 until April 2026…Â
and there's been not one single attack from the deranged Tod Murphy woman from April 2026 to now August 2026.
I still don't know who she is, who this Tod Murphy she keeps talking about is, or why she was daily harassing me, but this is the first break we've had from her deranged violent gibbering insane harassment in 5 years… I hope I never see her again.
Official Visual Novels for The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane
The first VN of the set is now live.
A Dark and Stormy Night is the first interactive story of the franchise.
A Dark and Stormy Night (Distractable Version - may change it back to original version later): In A Dark and Stormy Night, BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn are running errands for Quaraun, while Quaraun stayed home with an sprained ankle. A storm prevents them from returning home before dark, leaving Quaraun alone in their lighthouse home, when intruders arrive. | A Kinetic Visual Novel (0 choices, 1 ending, read time 30 to 45 minutes) | Features music by Blake Robinson;Â
NOTE: The Distractable Version has a Mark, Bob, and Wade Easter egg in it, that I forgot to remove before uploading, so it's available for the moment while I debate to remove the Distracable scene or not. Mark, Bob, and Wade got added as placeholders in the first draft, and I was supposed to swap them out with the 3 thieves and forgot. So now that version is live and I'm not sure if I should just leave it or edit it to the way it was supposed to be.
There are over a dozen Visual Novels being made for the 50th Anniversary of The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane. They will all be linked on this page.
I started writing this series in 1978, it will celebrate it's 50th anniversary in 2028, and currently has published:
138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, 2,000+ drabbles, 3,000+ short stories, and now 1 visual novel.
The visual novels are based off the series of novels and short stories found on Amazon, Ao3, Medium, and Space Dock 13 Official character art merch for the series can be found on Zazzle. Some of the visual novels are the previously published stories reformatted into visual novel format, others are new stories being released direct to visual novel format.
There is no team or crew working on this project, it's just me.
Me:
And I'm hand writing all the code while teaching myself coding from watching YouTube videos, so I don't have exact planned release dates for any of the games, because I don't know how long it'll take me to do each thing that needs doing.
It took me 4 months to make the first one because I had to learn python code, so hopefully the next ones release quicker then 4 months between each one, but who knows.
The art is watercolour paintings, that had to be scanned into the computer, then altered to remove the canvas backgrounds, so they could be used as VN sprites and backgrounds. I used AI to remove the background and "cut out" my characters out of their original book illustrations, so the art comes right from the published books and is not the "standard VN art style" seen in most visual novels.
Originally the plan was just one big 60 hour long game, which I started doing the art and story for way back in 2010. I spent four years straight just painting the art alone, before I even realised I needed to learn code. In fact it wasn't until May 2016 when I downloaded RenPy for the first time that I realized I had to learn code AND I had to resize most of my art work.
What ended up happening was the one visual novel suffered badly from scope creep and kept getting bigger.Â
and finally I decided it got too big, and cropped it up into 4 separate stories.Â
one (A Dark and Stormy Night)Â about BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn have left to run errands, leaving Quaraun alone in the lighthouse with a sprained ankle. A huge storm prevents BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn from travelling, resulting in Quaraun having to spend the night alone, worrying, but then 3 thieves break in and Quaraun has to deal with that. (i got the rights to 2 Blake Robinson songs for use in it, YAY!)Â
The second (Quaraun and the Swamp)Â is them driving the food truck and getting it stuck in the mud in a swamp (I'm not sure yet what happens after that)Â
The third (BoomFuzzy's Chowder Delima)Â is BoomFuzzy dealing with irrate customers at his food truck.
Each of those is kinetic visual novels, no choices, 1 ending, and about 30 minutes of play timeÂ
The 4th is the original one (Quaraun Goes to the Fair), and is still huge, spans 3 days of time, of them at fairgrounds, each divided into morning noon and night segments (so 9 chapters) and has a lot of choices and endings... still 13+ endings in it even after removing 3 stories out of it, still maybe 40 hours of gameplay, so I'm probably going to cut more chapters out and turn them into more stand alone smaller games.Â
I ended up with just 3 large sprites, one each for Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn, and then a dozen avatars for each of the 3, these load by the text box and have various expressions/emotions.Â
(so I am not dealing with convoluted layers on the big sprites).Â
And using all of these across all 4 games. I have about 3 to 5 backgrounds for each of the 3 small games. I have several npc sprites and over a dozen backgrounds for the big game.Â
I made the code so the text box changes colour for each character (pink for Quaraun, purple for BoomFuzzy, green for GhoulSpawn, and grey for the npcs) Each of the 3 main characters have a unique to them dialogue font.
I was originally going to try to make my own background music via 1980s style computer generated sounds, but after a few days of trying to make the music and sound effects I realized I have no clue how to do what I wanted it to do.Â
Then one day at random I saw an indie band on tiktok that had a song I liked, that sounded perfect for my game and I contacted him through his tiktok and asked if I could use it, and he sent me to a website he had for buying rights to his music. turns of he was Blake Robinson and Gloom and their Orchestra.Â
I found a voice actor on itch who did those old style "catch phrases" where the characters each have one word that spoken when they show up.Â
I found sound effects for rain and frogs and other ambient noises, also on Itch.Â
So the game ended up with a lot of good sounds, voices, and music, all of which I had not planned on in the beginning because I didn't think I'd be able to get sounds and music for it. the code ,art, and text/story is all by me.Â
And the art is very unique and unlike other visual novels because it is watercolour paintings that I scanned in and uploaded so, it comes off very "art house game". I figured out how to make rain and snow falling in the game, and fireflies flying around and magic bursts (all the same code with changes to size, speed, and directions). at the start I had never even seen python code before and I still don't know a lot of code, but I'm astounded by how much code I was able to learn in such a short time (I watched YouTube videos to learn the code) and i used Ren'Py for the game engine.Â
About the Franchise:
For those unfamiliar with the franchise: Quaraun is a canon transman Omega, BoomFuzzy is his canon Alpha; this series is "canon Omegaverse".
World lore you should probably be aware of: This is old school "Tumblr/MySpace 2005-2010 era style Omegaverse" meaning it's literally animals shapeshifted to live among Humans and NOT the new "alt multi gender 2020s style Omegaverse".
This series picks up where H. G. Wells' book "The Island of Dr. Moreau" and the 1977 movie of the same name left off, on Earth's far future where Dr Moreau vivisected animals to give them Human DNA to create Humanoid Animal Shifters who follow an Alpha/Omega/Beta pecking order in society. (Unless stated as being Human, ALL characters are LITERAL ANIMALS shapeshifted into Humanoid form and hunting Humans.)
This is world is the result of Dr. Moreau's experiments escaping the lab, taking over the planet, and driving Humans to the brink of extinction. Dr. Moreau's work was picked up others and continued in the late 23rd century, resulting in there being more animal hybrid humanoids than Humans, by the year 2525 when the Comet Swift Tuttle hit the moon, causing near mass extinction of Humans, while leaving the animal hybrids to rule the Earth.
It is now the year 39,999, twenty thousand years have passed since Dr. Moreau experiments and the animal hybrids, now calling themselves The UnSeelie Court, Faeries, Elves, and Demons, using names from Human folklore to define themselves, are the apex predators, while what few Humans there still are, live in small survivor camps and settlements scattered in the wilderness.
Quaraun and BoomFuzzy have well over a hundred children...remember this is SciFi type cybertech era Omegaverse where most people are ancestors of of "Island of Dr Moreau" style mad scientist type experiments that had been done to try to cross animals with Humans/Elves/and Faeries; the experiments were done thousands of years ago, but still thousands of years after the 20th century, and this is why there are Omegaverse-x-Furry type animal features people, like Quaraun who though an Elf has rabbit dna and a parasitic alien jellyfish living in his skull, which is why Quaraun, who is a transman who never had surgery, gives birth to litters of around 8 babies, that he calls kits, per pregnancy, and thus why him and BoomFuzzy have 100+ pre teen and toddler children in addition to 100+ teenaged children, and require the help of 37 handmaids to raise said children. Quaraun and BoomFuzzy have more then a hundred children together, and a lot of the stories feature said children.
A big part of the stories is the nesting fetish, with the bulk of the stories set when Quaraun is a few weeks to a few days away from going into labour, and you see him weaving silk, making yarn, making baby blankets, shawls, ect. You see BoomFuzzy going into a hyper cooking frenzy at the same time, because he knows once the kits are born it's none stop work with the babies and so time to cook is not going to be easy to find, so in the days before the labour he's cooking up a storm of foods that are easy to prep days ahead. You see the handmaids helping with chores, and you see GhoulSpawn doing a lot of the manual/heavy works loads.
It's Omegaverse, that focuses on the period of the main character 8 to 9 months pregnant, and the hyper nesting phase that happens as everyone in the household is getting everything ready for the new babies to arrive.
My series falls in the Sweet Domestic Family side of the Omegaverse, which is rarely touched on by most Omegaverse writers.
Most writers build massive world building lore around the Omegaverse, but then write ONLY the finding mates and erotica spicy sex scene stuff, and then completly ignore the entire rest of the world completly. And as a reader, that always frustrates me. I want to read the Alphas and Omegas living every day lives in the world. There is so much more to the Omegaverse then just sex. Like, we as readers know the world exists, and has more then heat/rut/mating rituals, but we never see any of the rest of the world at all. So, mine fills that empty space, and answers the question: so, yeah, what is life like for the omegaverse families AFTER the heats/ruts/mating orgies are over and they go back to normal everyday life in their world?
So, my series, completly skips the heat/rut/mating scenes, there are enough writers out there already focused on that part of the Omegaverse... my series instead focuses on the rest of the worldbuilding in the Omegaverse.
This is domestic family life in the Omegaverse setting. Seen from the lives of an Omega and his two Alphas, whom have been married for decades and have a large family to care for.
If you came here because it was Omegaverse, but you came here looking for sex, you will be extremely disappointed.
 Every story in this set is a stand alone/none continuing story.
You can read any story in any order.
I have been writing this series since 1978, and there are over 3,000 short stories published on various places online.
These are not chapters of a larger story. The "collection" will never have a "finished ending" because I never stop adding new stand alone self contained short stories.
The author is Scottish and Shaetlan Scotts is her first language. There may be inaccuracies of spelling and grammar in the American English parts.
Context note, for anyone who has never read the series before:
1: Quaraun (The Pink Necromancer) is a TransMan (no surgery) who does not well pass for either male or female, while born with a vagina and prone to wearing frilly pink gowns he uses he/him/his/male pronouns. He is around 800 years old. He is 5'6" and has 12' long Rapunzel hair.
- King Gwallmaiic (Boomfuzzy the Unicorn) is his husband; He is King of The UnSeelie Court/King of the Fae/The Goblin King, and a TV celebrity Faerie chef, with a vast restaurant empire. He was around 10,000 years old when he died 300 years ago. He is now a Lich and has a horde of Goblin servants. He is tint at 5"1"
- GhoulSpawn/Glinta/Gremlin is his live-in lover. He was Isakied here from the 1970s and is still new to the 400th century. He is around 500 years old. At 7'3" he towers over everyone.
- All three of them are evil wizards, who rule The UnSeelie Court, and whom have taken over the world.
- This is "Super Villian" Point of View.
2: None of them is Human; all of them is "furry-adjacent";
-Quaraun identifies as a Moon Elf, but he is a JellyFish creature that wears the skin of a dead Elf.
-BoomFuzzy is a Phooka, usually shapeshifted into a Shetland Pony Unicorn.
- GhoulSpawn is an Uruisg, which is a satyr-like Faerie that is the upper body of a man; lower body of a Sheep.
3: The setting is 40th century Earth, several centuries after a comet hit the moon, ushered in an ice age, wiped out all of Human civilizations, and Faeries now rule the planet, which they have renamed Vesonta. There is now a Zombie Apocalypse, started and controlled by Quaraun. 20billion undead roam the earth, only 7million Humans remain still alive.
4: This is Slice of Life Sweet Sexless Domestic Omegaverse, this series often features Mpreg, Heats, Rutting, Butterflyverse, Mothverse, and Knotting. This varies by story (check each story's tag for what is including in each.) I tend to focus a lot on Nesting fetish and Grooming (bathing/Shampooing) fetish.
- Quaraun is an Omega, with JellyFish & Rabbit DNA; He gives birth to 4 to 8 kits to a pregnancy, and has 100+ children. Quaraun is usually 8 to 9 months pregnant in most every story.
4b: BoomFuzzy is a Sigma Alpha with Horse and Eagle DNA; He is the father of most of Quaraun's children; he is the pack leader, had two penises, and is capable of knotting his partners.
4c: GhoulSpawn is a Gamma Alpha with Cotswold Sheep and Jacobean Sheep DNA; he is the father of some of Quaraun's children.
4d: All 3 of them sleep together in a literal bird's nest made out of fur pelts.
5: This story is part of a long running Space Fantasy CyberGoth BioTech Fae Wizards a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 400th 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.
6: This series is mostly very, very, very tame, sweet fluff. Meaning there is no on page sex. This is Omegaverse without graphic sex scenes. While sex is referenced or implied and talked about in character conversations, actual sex scenes are "closed door/fade to black/left to reader imaginations". I believe most readers expect spicy sex scenes when they hear "omegaverse" and felt it best to warn readers ahead of time, if they came here looking for sex scenes, they will be very disappointed.
7: I mark every story in the series as "Rated M for Adult" due to some stories including swearing, drinking, smoking, drug use, domestic abuse, cannibalism, characters having discussions about a variety of adult topics including mental health, murder, rape, and suicide. While all of these things can be found throughout the series, not every story contains these things. I put this rating on every story regardless, so that readers looking to avoid such things, don't start out reading the ones without those things, then end up in a story with those things expecting the who series to be without them.
Copyright @ Wendy Christine Allen (aka EelKat) 2026, All Rights Reserved
police car sitting in front of our building with its lights on (out there over 45 minutes now), and another police car is slowly circling the block... meanwhile the black SUV that has been sitting in random driveways all over the block for the past two weeks, is going in and out of driveways on Western, James, West Cutts, and Railway Ave.... this has been happening every night between 11pm and 1am for two weeks now. Some nights as many as 5 police cars sit around the building, and often they shine a spotlight on one specific apartment. I wonder what's going on?
Clearly they are watching the apartment 3 doors down in our building, ... the one that is right now "empty" since April (police raided said apartment in April, not sure what the raid was about), but family left next morning, dumped all their furniture and about 300 marhawana plants in the dumpster, then left, no one has seen them since, and since April police have been sitting at our building a few nights week, so for four months now, but the past two weeks its increased a lot. no clue what's going on, except the woman who fled that apartment was the woman who spent since 2021 yelling at me about some guy named Todd Murphy, whom she clearly thought i knew who Todd Murphy is, but i don't know who she is nor do I know who the Todd Murphy is that she kept talking about (she was accusing me of being a journalist writing articles about him, and I think she has me mixed up with the woman across the street from me... the woman across the street from me is a reporter for the Portland Press Herald and her name is very similar to mine, with only two letters different between her name and my name... i am a fiction writer of Omegaverse novels, not a nonfiction journalist for a newspaper and I've tried telling this woman that every time she shows up yelling at me about that Todd Murphy guy that she's obsessed with.)
But the Todd Murphy woman is gone, has not attacked me me since the big police raid on that apartment in April, and ever since she left, police have been watching our building, hyper focused on that now empty apartment.
No clue what's going on.
I don't know if I should feel safer because police sit outside the building or less safe because I assume they are watching for someone dangerous otherwise they wouldn't be there.
(its 12:18am right now by the way and they've been sitting there since 11:30pm).
I keep noticing them, because I take Koko out to go poop by the tree at the end of the driveway before bed, then go switch out my bedding in my car (i leave it in the car after washing it because the heat dries it out during the day and I can bring it back in nice and dry at night) and because my car is parked at the back driveway, but the wheelchair ramp is at the front driveway, I have to go all the way around the block to get to my car, due to annoying lack of wheelchair access for half the sidewalk...
...so i have to walk by these police cars every night before bed, and it makes me wonder what in the heck is going on with the abandoned apartment in our building that has got the police so fixated on it for so many weeks (four months now)?
• Simple sentence
One independent clause.
Example: The door slammed.
• Compound sentence
Two independent clauses joined with a conjunction.
Example: The door slammed, and everyone turned to look.
• Complex sentence
One independent clause + one dependent clause.
Example: When the door slammed, everyone turned to look.
• Compound-complex sentence
Two independent clauses + at least one dependent clause.
Example: When the door slammed, everyone looked up, and the room fell silent.
• Short punchy sentence
Very brief for emphasis.
Example: He froze.
• Long flowing sentence
Multiple clauses that create rhythm and momentum.
Example: As the wind pushed against the old house, the door slammed shut and echoed through the empty hallway.
• Fragment (intentional)
Incomplete sentence used stylistically.
Example: Too quiet.
• Question sentence
Used to create curiosity or tension.
Example: Who left the door open?
• Exclamatory sentence
Expresses strong emphasis.
Example: The door just slammed!
• Descriptive sentence
Adds detail and imagery.
Example: The heavy wooden door slammed against the frame with a sharp crack.
• Action-driven sentence
Focuses on movement.
Example: He spun around as the door slammed.
• Internal thought sentence
Reveals character perspective.
Example: That door shouldn’t have slammed.
• Parallel structure
Repeats grammatical patterns.
Example: He listened for footsteps, for whispers, for anything.
• Sentence with interruption
Uses dashes to break the flow.
Example: The door slammed—loud enough to make everyone jump.
• Sentence with a list
Stacks details for impact.
Example: The slam echoed through the hall, the kitchen, and the empty stairwell.
• Sentence starting with a dependent clause
Creates suspense before the main action.
Example: As the storm grew louder, the door slammed shut.
• Sentence ending with emphasis
Places the important detail at the end.
Example: The door slammed behind him.
• Rhythmic repetition
Repeats words for tone.
Example: Slam. Silence. Then footsteps.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane, The Girl With Silver Hands - The Brothers Grimm
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Quaraun/BoomFuzzy
Characters: Quaraun, BoomFuzzy
Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Drabble, 100 Drabble Challenge, Trans Male Character, Trans Character, Canon Trans Character, Nesting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Top Surgery Scars, Character Has Had Top Surgery, Top Surgery, Character Has Not Had Bottom Surgery, tent life, Homelessness, Prosthetics, Prosthetic Hands, Disabled Character, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon Disabled Character, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Self-Doubt, Body Dysphoria, Gender Dysphoria, Married Couple, Married Life, Established Relationship, supportive spouse, Forced Surgery, beach, Ocean, No Smut, No Sex, Loving Marriage, Sad and Sweet, Short & Sweet, Sweet Yaoi, sweet romance, married gay couple, Chefs, Cooking, Curry, Samosas, Beans and Rice, master chef - Freeform, Carrots, Eating, Mirrors, Self-Acceptance, Slice of Life, Cozy fantasy, cosy fantasy, Winter
Series: Part 9 of The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer Series (A Short Story Collection)
Summary:
15 Drabbles About Being Transgender, a set of very short fiction stories
A Collection of Drabbles featuring The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun the Insane, a F2M Transman
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Quaraun is The Pink Necromancer, a Moon Elf (a rabbit, jellyfish hybrid) silk weaver, lighthouse keeper, travelling silk merchant, royal court mage of The UnSeelie Court, orchestrator of the zombie apocalypse, and the most evil wizard to ever walk the face of the Earth. This his life as he plots global domination, plans the total annihilation of all Humans, often while being pregnant.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane, The Pink Necromancer Series, The Island of Dr Moreau (1977), The Island of Dr. Moreau - H. G. Wells
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Quaraun/BoomFuzzy, Quaraun/GhoulSpawn
Characters: Quaraun, The Pink Necromancer, King Gwallmaaic, BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, BoomFuzzy, GhoulSpawn
Additional Tags: A Park Bench Story, Winter, Snow and Ice, Elves, Wizards, Faeries Made Them Do It, Fae & Fairies, Demon Deals, No Sex, No Smut, Slice of Life, Killing humans, Evil, Villains, villain point of view, such is life, Cold Weather, Bitchy, Unrequited Hate, Coastal Views, Ocean, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Found Family, Established Relationship, Married Life, Married Couple, Canon Disabled Character, Canon Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Canon Gay Relationship, Morally Ambiguous Character, Dubious Morality, morals what morals?, Inappropriate Humor, Polyamory, Throuples | Triad Relationships, LitRPG, Gamelit, Loot Lists, Today’s story was brought to you by the letter I, The Perilous Cliffs, The Author Regrets Nothing, Fighting as Foreplay, Unicorns, Why Did I Write This?, Weird Fluff, Stuff happens, Prosthetics
Series: Part 2 of The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer Series (A Short Story Collection)
Summary:
While taking a break on a hike, The Pink Necromancer finds himself bitching about the cold weather interupted by the antics of both his husband BoomFuzzy and his lover GhoulSpawn.
“Where are they?” he muttered to himself, gold-plated mechanical fingers trembling as he adjusted his gloves. “They said to meet here. I hate waiting. This is undignified. I am The Pink Necromancer. Last of the Moon Elves. Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court. Wizard of the Di’Jinn Order. I should not be sitting on… on… what the fuck am I even sitting on? Street furniture?”
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Quaraun is The Pink Necromancer, a Moon Elf (a rabbit, jellyfish hybrid) silk weaver, lighthouse keeper, travelling silk merchant, royal court mage of The UnSeelie Court, orchestrator of the zombie apocalypse, and the most evil wizard to ever walk the face of the Earth. This his life as he plots global domination, plans the total annihilation of all Humans, often while being pregnant.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe, The Island of Dr. Moreau - H. G. Wells, The Island of Dr Moreau (1977), The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane, The Pink Necromancer Series
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Quaraun/BoomFuzzy
Characters: Quaraun, The Pink Necromancer, The Sacred Pink JellyFish
Additional Tags: Prosimetrum, Poetry, Love Poems, Yandere, Beaches, Demonic Possession, Elves, Elves are Dicks, Elder God, Bimbo Punk, Insidious Plots, Wizards, Evil, Evil Plans, Love, Love Confessions, Prose Poem, Soul Bond, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dark Magic, Dark Fantasy, Dark Romance, Dark Character, Potions, Love Potion/Spell, Gleefully Evil, Mages, Sorcerers, Today’s story was brought to you by the letter I
Series: Part 3 of The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer Series (A Short Story Collection)
Summary:
Uhm... insane serial killing yandere Elf wizard writes poetry on the beach about how obsessed he is?
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Quaraun is The Pink Necromancer, a Moon Elf (a rabbit, jellyfish hybrid) silk weaver, lighthouse keeper, travelling silk merchant, royal court mage of The UnSeelie Court, orchestrator of the zombie apocalypse, and the most evil wizard to ever walk the face of the Earth. This his life as he plots global domination, plans the total annihilation of all Humans, often while being pregnant.
Seeing the LDS missionaries, just now, working on their rental car in the driveway, as I walked by and said hi to them and they shunned me as usual, made me realize…
I am a 5th generation Mormon, never missed a single meeting or event from 1975 to 2013 when I became paralized, bedridden, and unable to sit up for 13 years, and am only just now in 2026, able to sit upright for 1 or 2 hours a day, and daily push my wheelchair around the block trying to relearn to walk…
and I have been across the street from the missionaries since February 2019, so 7 years now, …
do you realize that in all that time, not once has a missionary ever stopped by to visit me, me a 5th generation Mormon who never once missed a single 5 hour Sunday meeting, never once missed any of the 3 times a week 4 hour events, paid a full tithe, and paid 3x a full tithe because I also paid 10% to the temple program and 10% to the missionary fund, paying a full 30% of my income to the church for decades…
and when I became paralized in 2013, not once since 2013 til now in 2026 has a single missionary, home teacher, visiting teacher, relief society member, or bishopric member ever once stop by to check in on me… and yet, the front door of the missionary building is literally less then twenty feet across the street from my door, where it has been since 2019, right now, and the missionaries are standing there right now, this very second, refusing to even acknowledge i just said hello to them, full on shunning me.
Why?
What even is going on with the church?
I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has a missionary stopped by to visit.
Why? It is against church policy for missionaries to NOT visit the home bound, bring the sacraments to their sick bed.
I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has a visiting teacher stopped by to visit.
Why? It is against church policy for visiting teachers to NOT visit the home bound.
I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has a home teacher stopped by to visit.
Why? It is against church policy for the visiting teachers to NOT visit the home bound, bring the sacraments to their sick bed.
I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has the relief society stopped by to visit.
Why? It is against church policy for the relief society to NOT visit the home bound.
I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has anyone from the bishopric stopped by to visit.
Why? It is against church policy the bishopric to NOT visit the home bound, bring the sacraments to their sick bed.
The local church appears to be shunning me (shunning is a part of church policy) but I haven't got a clue why.
It just seems very odd to me.
Well, one things for certain, when I became crippled in 2013, I certainly learned fast who my REAL friends were and who never cared about me to begin with.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane, The Pink Necromancer Series
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Quaraun/BoomFuzzy
Characters: Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, Bullgaar, BeaLuna, The Pink Necromancer, King Gwallmaiic
Additional Tags: Background Character Death, Slice of Life, Transman, Elves, Unicorns, evil fae, Inspired by Dungeons & Dragons, Dark Fantasy, Dark Comedy, 52 Short Stories in 52 Weeks, Short Story, Canon Trans Character, Phooka, Elves are Dicks, Villains, Taverns, Swearing, Drinking, Married Couple, Canon Relationships, Morally Ambiguous Character, Dubious Morality, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, Found Family, Gnomes, Halflings (Dungeons & Dragons), Random & Short, Short One Shot, Married Life, Character Study, Bickering, Not the usual omegaverse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Violence, One Shot Collection, Communication Failure, Long-Term Relationship(s), Interspecies Relationship(s), Darkfic, Gritty, Canon-Typical Behavior, Trans Male Character, Trans Character, Wizards, Autistic Characters, Characters Being Bad at Feelings, Furry Characters, Violence, overwhelmed character, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Inappropriate Humor, Gallows Humor, Humor, Ghosts, Soul Bond, Romantic Soulmates, Soulmates
Series: Part 2 of The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer Series (A Short Story Collection)
Summary:
The UnSeelie Court has stopped at a random tavern to rest. Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, have stayed at the tavern to order dinner, while the rest of their crew has gone off to scout the area. Quaraun just wants to eat a quiet meal... preferably one without the local entertainment.
This is a complete/finished Short Story. There will be nothing more added to this story.
Every story in this set is a stand alone/none continuing story.
You can read any story in any order.
I have been writing this series since 1978, and there are over 3,000 short stories published on various places online.
These are not chapters of a larger story. The "collection" will never have a "finished ending" because I never stop adding new stand alone self contained short stories.
The author is Scottish and Shaetlan Scotts is her first language. There may be inaccuracies of spelling and grammar in the American English parts.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane, The Pink Necromancer Series
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Quaraun/BoomFuzzy/GhoulSpawn
Characters: Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, GhoulSpawn, The Pink Necromancer, King Gwallmaiic
Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Transman, Elves, Elves are Dicks, Moon Elves (Dungeons & Dragons), Unicorns, Demons, Camping, evil elves, evil fae, Unseelie Court, necromancer - Freeform, Lich Lord, Lich (Dungeons & Dragons) - Freeform, Inspired by Dungeons & Dragons, No Dungeons & Dragons Knowledge Required, Dungeons & Dragons Homebrew Content, Inspired by The Walking Dead, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Short & Sweet, 52 Short Stories in 52 Weeks, Short Story, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character, Canon LGBTQ Character, Canon Trans Character, Canon LGBTQ Male Character, off grid, The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - Freeform, The Pink Necromancer - Freeform, Yaoi, No Smut, No Sex, Threesome - M/M/Other, Threesome, Cozy fantasy, Phooka, Uruisg, Ice Age - Freeform, Zombie Apocalypse, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, Villains, villain point of view, Evil King, King of the Faeries, Silk Weaver, Tent camping, Traveller Gypsies, Scottish Character, Shetland pony, Faerie Chef, Swearing
Series: Part 1 of The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer Series (A Short Story Collection)
Summary:
Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn, having a late night conversation on the troubles with tent camping and needing to go outside to pee after dark.
Minutes ago, I'm taking my dog around the block, and a toddler runs up to me, couldn't be more than three years old, not old enough to form full spoken sentences, not old enough to be running down a sidewalk beside endless traffic, no adults around anywhere, so I don't know where he came from. He walks up to me and says: "Allen! You Allen. Not EelKat." Then turns around and runs giggling and clapping up a drive way, like he just accomplished a great achievement, which he probably did, as that's a pretty big sentence for a baby that age. And not a sentence a baby that age is going to say without an adult prompting them, so there must have been an adult nearby that I did not see. But, anyways, is that not a weird thing to tell your toddler to do or say?
Stopping at SubWay to get sandwiches and looking at book better. #trip #maine #dogshorts #doglife
The new edition of Picking the Perfect Pickle (The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun the Insane) just arrived in the mail. This is my first time seeing it. (The previous video was taking it out of the mailing envelope, but i was busy packing for our trip so did not have time to look at it, so this video is a couple hours later and actually looking at it for the first time.) Originally published in 2016, it got a new cover and now has illustrations for its 2026 tenth anniversary edition, that is part of the 50th anniversary of the series. Only the cover art has changed, with illustrations added at each chapter start. The story itself is the same as the original edition. The Amazon url is still the same as previously as well. #booktok #yaoi #omegaverse #transgender #transman #mpreg #gay #romance #Romantasy #booktokgirlies #booktokfyp
