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Hey, everyone! Have you ever looked at 80's fantasy films in the style of Conan, Deathstalker, Fire & Ice, etc, and thought to yourself "this is good... but it would be better if it was gay?" Well, I have just the thing for you! "The Frozen Kingdom" is a 18+ BL visual novel inspired by the sword & sorcery fantasy films of the 80's! Hundreds of years ago, humans and elves came together to defeat the evil sorceress whose magic had plunged the world into an endless winter. Unbeknownst to them, said sorceress had a son, Oggun, and he’s been bidding his time ever since, waiting for the opportunity to take her place to arise. Our protagonist, Einar, becomes the last descendant of the warrior who slayed the sorceress after Oggun's men destroy his village. Now on a quest for revenge, Einar finds himself joining forces with an elven nobleman and a merchant friend of his that, by matter of fate, both happened to be at the village as well. FEATURES: ⚔️ Over 50,000 words ⚔️ Spanish & English versions ⚔️ 15 illustrations/CGs ⚔️ 12 original backgrounds ⚔️ Original OST ⚔️ Available for Windows, OS and Linux If all of that sounds like your jam, you can try out the demo on both Steam and on itchio! And if it turns out that it's your thing, you can even support us on Kickstarter.

A Failed Possession A story about a ghost with unfinished business and a boy he failed to possess. Status: Ongoing/In Progress Genre: Psychological; Tragedy; Supernatural; Romance; Yaoi Trigger Warnings: N/A (so far) Author’s Note: Lately, I’ve been thinking about adapting my stories (and possibly RPs with partners’ permissions/help?) into webcomics or RPGs/visual novels (anthology novel?~). I dunno~ I’ll see were this all takes me. It would be cool, if a game becomes popular and people see that it originated on YO. ^ v ^ There will be figurative language everywhere, so be wary of metaphors and symbolism. Everything has a reason! *fiery passion for literature in eyes* Anyway, please enjoy my story. Feel free to give me feedback through VMs, PMs, or posting in this thread. *bows humbly* U v U 〜(^∇^〜）♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥（〜^∇^)〜 Table of Contents Prologue

Summary: Airic [pronounced Eric] was just your everyday teenage boy. Until his mother was put on trial for a crime she didn't commit. Now Airic is forced to leave behind everything he's ever known to venture into the strange world his father (a man he barely knows) lives in. Forced into his father's life until his 18th birthday, or his mother's acquittal, Airic must cope with the strange new world before him. What he didn't plan on was meeting 'Morgue' the odd Japanese goth who steals his heart. He never counted on falling in love. He never counted on finding an all consuming passion for another boy. He never counting on growing to love the strange family he never knew he'd had.... And when Airic just may hold the key to saving this family, and his love, from complete collapse; will he rise to the challenge?? Status: In Progress Author's Note. 18+ Rating for later chapters. I also plan on this being an on going story, as I personally enjoy yaoi relationships built on more than just "you're sexy I'm sexy lets be sexy together" xD I also included a cast of characters as I am a very visual oriented person, plus it's just fun to have a fantasy cast eh? And Please let me know what you think!! ►Prologue◄ There comes a time in every young adult’s life when they realize that their parents are just as flawed as them. After all adulthood isn’t a magic word in which a title is bestowed upon the wearer and suddenly they are godlike in every respect. Adults, like children and teens make mistakes; they get angry, they can be selfish and most importantly they can and often do make bad decisions. And just like children and teens they often don’t think about the consequences until it is far too late to fix the results. Unfortunately for Airic the realization of just how true this statement and how complicated the consequences can be came when he was seated across from his mother in the San Francisco county jail. “How could you let this happen mom?” he murmured just loud enough that the older brunette could hear him through the corded phone. Airic had never been to a jail before and he couldn’t help but feel as if, in that moment, his life had become a strange cosmic joke. Maybe he’d wake up tomorrow and realize this was all some sort of bad dream, a result of staying up too late watching crime dramas and bingeing on too much pizza. But as his eyes roamed over the face of his mother the heartbreaking reality was setting in. His mom was now facing felony drug charges as the result of her deplorable taste in men. For the last year and a half Cecilia Parker had been dating, her now VERY ex-boyfriend Mathew Tutland, needless to say the sad truth that he was a drug smuggler and dealer came to light only when the drug dogs at the local high school; where Ms. Parker taught sophomore English, discovered the Kilo of methamphetamines hidden in the lining of the trunk of her Honda Accord. A completely distraught Cecilia, putting two and two together only after being VERY publically arrested during her lecture on the image of a fool-hardy and decadent society depicted in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s ‘Great Gatsby’. Now here she sat almost two weeks later with tear salted cheeks, saying her last goodbye to her seventeen year old son through bullet-proof glass at the local jail. “I’m s-sorry Airic, I know there is nothing I can say to rectify this. If I had maybe been a little more suspicious of Mathew perhaps none of this would have happened.” His mother sobbed back. While Airic knew deep down that the only thing his mom was guilty of in the slightest was having too much faith in a man who would disappear at strange times- something that had tipped him off long ago that Tutland wasn’t all that he appeared to be- he couldn’t help but place the blame on her now for the ordeal he was about to go through. Unfortunately for Airic he was still only seventeen. A reluctance he never thought he’d have to feel at his birthday party, a mere two days prior to his mother’s arrest. Since Airic was still considered under age he had two options. Become a ward of the state until his eighteenth birthday or, an option that seriously made him contemplate the benefits of foster care, live with his father. Though Airic shared his last name, he hadn’t seen the man since he was five years old. Thanks to the local law enforcement however, he had been tracked down and Airic was now awaiting his arrival, spending his last moments with his mom. Airic didn’t know what to say in response. All he knew about his dad was what he looked like in 2002. A fact he only knew because of the one photo his mom had kept from his fifth birthday party. Let’s face it, how much do you remember from your half decade of existence on the planet? Already Airic could feel his chest tightening, partially in sorrow and partially in fear. Albert Atewood lived in Seattle, or at least he had been located there. And while Washington was only one state up, Airic would be leaving everything he’d ever known. All of his friends, and the little piece of community he knew like the back of his hand. “I never told you why we split up did I?” his mother asked, wiping away tears with both hands and picking up the black phone again. “No you didn’t, at least not fully.” The little pieces about the divorce that his mom had bestowed upon him were simply small phrases such as ‘we had a different view of what we wanted our lives to be,’ ‘he had a dream and I didn’t fit in with it,’ and other vague forms of blowing off that Airic had gotten so used to that by the time he was fifteen he’d stopped asking or caring all-together. After all the man hadn’t even tried to contact him after he’d left. No letters, no calls, not even a birthday card. It was obvious he wanted nothing to do with him and honestly at this point in his life the only reason he was considering him now was because he had no real choice. “Well you know that he and I had a difference of an opinion on the type of environment we wanted to raise you in,” his mother said just as cryptically as she always had, her gaze now leaving her son’s face in a subtle act of embarrassment. “He always had this grand dream for his life and while he wanted me, and you to be apart of if I had to face the reality. I was no longer 16- I met him in high school, I don’t think I ever told you that did I?” His mom always had a tendency to speak in chunks of flustered, out-of-order speech whenever she had to address things that made her uncomfortable or embarrassed. Airic suddenly had a flashback to a time when his mom had to explain the birds and bees to him after receiving a note requesting permission for him to attend sex education. “No, you didn’t.” “Well it was a different time then. The 80’s were like an entire century of its own squeezed into ten small years. And I was totally caught up in his crazy fantasy. Caught up enough that when I told him I was pregnant- at 18, it was 1988 at that point- and he asked me to marry him I thought that maybe his crazy dreams would really work. Maybe we could have this amazing family and go on all sorts of outlandish adventures he had planned. And when I had a miscarriage a little less than 6 months later –something he considered a small bump in the road mind you- I was more than willing to go along with it. After all I loved him and you can clearly see how blind I can be when I fall for men now cant you?!!” his mom was slightly hysteric at this point as she raised her hands indicating their surroundings as evidence. Airic was just attentively listening, this was the most his mom had ever spoken on the subject, and given his year sentence to live with the man, he was now absorbing everything he could. “… Anyway by 95’ my patience with him and his crazy life he wanted me to just go along with was wearing thin. I mean I wasn’t a little girl anymore! And all the oddities he could have collected in the world wouldn’t have made me want to stay. And then I found out I was pregnant with you a year later and that was the defining moment for me. You, my precious baby, were everything.” Airic could imagine his mom reaching up to stroke his face in the way parents often did in movies and such. And Cecilia seemed to echo the sentiment because she raised her hand to the glass. “I gave him an ultimatum. He could go on and pursue his bizarre love and I would take care of you all on my own. But your father was just as much in love with you then as I was, or at least he seemed to be. He chose us. We settled down in San Francisco –at the time I was lined up to work for the paper, you know how much I wanted to be a writer,” at this point Airic was becoming a little frustrated. Just what the hell was his mom babbling about? So far all she had managed to say was that his dad had some sort of strange obsession. Did he want to be a rockstar? Was he some sort of eccentric artist? Maybe he was a hobo! his gut tightened at that particular idea. “… And everything seemed to be ok for a little while. A lot of his friends from the wilder days would come and visit. Some of them I didn’t like being around you at all-never mind the strange stares and things we’d occasionally get- then at your fourth birthday party Bert came, and you were so frightened by him you started to cry. I told him that I didn’t want any of them around anymore.” Airic probed his memory desperately trying to place the name with a face. “Bert?” “He was one of your father’s closest friends. Bertrum Haim, also known as The Animale.” “The Animale?” “The two of them started the whole show together. You see your father thought he was the next P.T. Barnum. ” Now why did that name sound familiar? “Your father runs a circus freakshow.” Cast of Characters: [i suggest you read the prologue before you look at this section because it [i]really[/i] is a spoiler] This list will be updated and added to periodically as more and more characters are revealed. [/center]