blue-blooded — an interactive fiction | demo [ TBA ] | romance, low fantasy, drama
What would you do, if you knew how it would all end?
Your story begins where you die, and your fate is far more grim than the pretty fables recounted in books of fantasy and enchantment. With your untimely demise comes the world's end, all whilst you lock gazes with the person who caused it.
But before you can proceed, you are thrown back to the beginning— back to day zero, in a tranquil village on the outskirts of a kingdom where magic vibrates in the very air and power is worn as a royal mantle.
When you find out that you possess magic wielding abilities, so do they. A knight arrives to your village, bearing the emblem of the Crown. Flocked like cattle into an oversized crate drawn by horses, you and your neighbor are taken from your homes to be trained within the imperial stronghold.
Despite your predicament, there's something itching the back of your mind… Your neighbor’s eyes oddly remind you of something.
A customizable MC— from gender (non-binary inclusive) and sexuality, to appearance and personality!
Choose to pursue a cast of complex RO’s (gender-locked & gender-selectable)
...Or simply build up (or down) your relationships with the various characters you will encounter on your journey.
Make decisions that MATTER and break the fourth wall.
Get taken from your family, live at the Crown’s mercy (or attempt to escape), and train your skills and magic abilities in the royal stronghold.
Unveil the secrets lurking in the shadows of your neighbor’s past and the throne— or don’t.
Dictate the fate of the world and save it from inevitable perish— or don’t!
The Neighbor (m/f)
With a posture ever still as a statue, the soft glow of the furnace illuminated the cold features of a face seemingly void of emotion, “Home? Such an empty word holds no bearing to me.”
VALENS, your neighbor, the true protagonist. Although you grew up side-by-side and possess a similar inclination for magic, their elusive nature and standoffish personality had barred you from ever growing close, despite having saved your life once. And yet, they seem oh so familiar...
The Knight (m)
The gallant knight is praying before the altar. He turns to you, with fingers interlocked and a smile, “Repentance is just about your own salvation, it never saves the one you wronged.”
CALDER is strikingly handsome; like those valorous princes from tales of old, who gallop in on white steeds and save the damsel in distress. His eyes are as his heart: easy-to-read and kind, and yet his fierce loyalty to the throne trumps all. Although he may treat you with compassion, do not be fooled: his devotion forever lies elsewhere.
The Companion (m/f/nb)
With a furrowed brow and wide eyes, they held your gaze carefully, almost as though they were seeing a ghost. They laid their hand atop your own, “I had three visions of you— where you died, are about to die, or are dying.”
Although you don’t meet SIBYL in the most favorable of conditions, they have an air about them that makes you feel like all will be well. Despite being blind in their left eye and plagued— or, by some standards, gifted— with visions of possible futures, they always maintain a positive disposition. Even if it is at the cost of their own happiness.
The Crown (m/f)
The midnight air was cool and crisp, the kind that burnt your throat if inhaled too sharply. But nothing compared to their piercing look from upon the throne. A smirk danced on their lips, “Tell me, what shade of blue would you dye my blade?”
With their brother mysteriously abdicating the throne and unrest seizing the kingdom, ERIS ascended the throne and ruled with an iron grip. Merciless and conniving, they are a feared and rarely a loved ruler. It is rumored that there exists a gentleness within the hard exterior. Their true nature and intentions remain unknown.
LORE | RO APPEARANCES | VALENS TAG | CALDER TAG | SIBYL TAG | ERIS TAG | ANSWERED ASKS
It's been a few quiet days, so we wanted to pop in with an update: our first demo is going to take a little longer than we thought. While working on it and after multiple test runs, we realized the prologue just needed more space, so we added extra scenes and choices. That's been super exciting, but it also stretched our writing time and made it impossible to get the demo to a place we’d feel good about sharing. We want to give you guys our best possible work.
We’re giving ourselves some more time to do it right. Thank you so much for the endless support and interest; it honestly keeps us going! We can’t wait to finally share this world with you soon ✨
Apologies for the silence on the blog this week— we’ve been cooking up a storm behind the scenes (pun fully intended). We’re both thrilled and terrified to announce that our demo drops TOMORROW!
We’re in the final stretch, tying up last-minute edits and polishing visuals we can’t wait to share with you. Putting this out into the world is nerve-wracking, but your support means more than words could ever describe. This community has been in our hearts for years now, and watching it grow with so many incredible authors and readers has been nothing short of magical.
Thank you for everything.
We hope to see you tomorrow 💙
HELLO LOVELY AUTHOR! Now that I have your attention, I wish you the bestest of days <3 stay hydrated, stay positive & know that we appreciate all your hard work. You’re doing amazing!!
May I request a teeny wittle ROs reaction with MC waking up alone in the middle of the night, finds and sleepily hugs & clings to the RO saying “I can’t sleep without you, come back to bed”??? 👀 Bah, I’m a sucker for fluff
THANK YOU SO MUCH, DEAR ANON, WE HOPE YOU ARE ALL STAYING HYDRATED AS WELL!<3 Onto the fluff! or angst?
Despite having gone to the window for fresh air, something in VALENS throat constricts as soon as you cling on; something they've spent years learning to bury. But your fingers find theirs, lacing together like they belong there, and the tension bleeds out of them in one slow exhale. They don't speak when they turn. They don't trust their voice. But they follow you back inside, your hand still tangled with theirs, and when they settle beside you in the darkness, they hold on like you're the only thing keeping them anchored to the world.
CALDER's checking the locks on the doors— old habits die hard, and some nights the paranoia wins. The room is secure. You're safe. He should be able to sleep, but his mind won't quiet, so he paces, listening for sounds that shouldn't be there. When you approach, half-dazed, the worry in his eyes softens instantly. His arm slides around you, steady and sure. "Come on." He guides you back with infinite care. When you curl against him, he smooths your hair and whispers promises into the dark—I'll stay, I'm here, you're safe—until your breathing evens out. Only then does he let himself relax, his vigil finally over.
Ink stains SIBYL's fingertips where they've been writing by candlelight, lost in worlds that exist only on paper. They don't sense your approach until your arms drape over their shoulders, their quill slipping from suddenly nerveless fingers. Your words were the kind that makes their carefully constructed solitude feel less like safety and more like hiding. "Okay. Yes. Of course. Anything...", and they follow you back to bed like you've offered them something they didn't know they were desperate for.
ERIS could feel you before you even touched them— they always do. They sigh, but they're already turning in your embrace, already wrapping their cloak around you and urging you forward. "You shouldn't be awake." but before they could continue their chilling scolding, you're already drifting, trusting them to hold you upright, and that trust is a knife-twist of affection. That night, they lie awake long after you've fallen asleep, memorizing the weight of you against them. The quiet proof of your existence. And their complacence.
My MC x Valens is basically black cat x black cat but of two different flavours
we got the >:/ black cat (Valens) and the black cat who perpetually has the :3 face and is incapable of blinking. Just... staring into your soul and somehow being nice about it. :3
VALENS' brooding intensity may be utterly thrown by your MC's unblinking... soul-staring energy... We are so excited to hear how your interactions with them go!!
(Oooooo if you're comfort answering this, if it's not too much)
How about the RO's reaction to an MC who tells them, that they're their first real relationship? That they've never fallen in love before or felt so connected to a person before meeting them. I just love the idea of telling Eris "You're my first partner ever! I'm so excited." and watching their eyes turn into wolf slits lol
Of course, anon, thank you for the sweet ask!<3 Very real Eris reaction.
VALENS wasn't shocked or stunned— just still, like a creature who’s just realized they’re being watched too closely. You say it with your heart on your sleeve, they can hear it in your voice: the warmth, the honesty. And they can’t take it. “…You shouldn’t say that so easily,” they mutter, voice thin as a blade. Their eyes seem to have a hard time rising to meet yours— but you feel their fingers brush yours. Carefully. Like they're afraid of cracking something irreplaceable.
You watch CALDER's neck twitch as he swallowed thickly, like your words were hard to digest. “You’ve never…?” he repeats, voice quieter than usual. Thoughtful. “I’ll be careful with that,” he says. His words felt ambiguous, but as soon as his clear blue gaze met your own, you knew. He meant you. Your heart.
SIBYL was visibly unsure what to do with the way their chest suddenly felt full. You’d think they’d seen this coming. That they’d have some line prepared. But they don’t. Their smile— when it comes— is luminous. Perhaps also a little watery, a little awestruck. “Then I’ll... try my best to give you the best first impression,” they say, gently placing your hand over their heart, it's steady rhythm in your very palm.
As soon as the words passed your lips, you realized that perhaps you shouldn’t have said that. ERIS' smile doesn’t disappear— it just turns into something... hungry. Something gluttonous. “First?” they echo, slowly. They step closer. Not touching, just circling, but the mere pressure of their presence so close by made it hard to draw your next breath. Their voice is velvet and ice. “Why, I intend to be the last as well.”
Lets say Ros woke mc up from a bad dream. How would they react to MC suddenly lashing out from how they woke up MC, believing someone was trying to attack them in their sleep.
To the anons who yearn for the angst like we do, thank you...
The moment your hand flies toward them, VALENS doesn't flinch— they catch your wrist. An instinct, a reflex, years of violence stitched into their muscles like second nature. But when they see your eyes— wide, glazed with terror, not recognition— their grip slackens. “It’s me,” they say, low and flat. They don't take it personally, they've done the same. Worse even. They don’t try to touch you again, at least not yet. They just stay there, crouched beside your bed, watching over you.
You strike out— shoving, panicked, not fully awake— and CALDER takes every hit without a sound. His hands raise and he stays still, just waiting until your eyes find his and focus— until you realize. Only then does he kneel again, slower this time, not quite touching. “You’re safe,” he murmurs. “It was just a dream.” He stays up with you after, if you want. Guarding the door like whatever haunted you might try again
The swing of your arm knocks their hand away—and SIBYL draws back sharply. Not from pain, but from surprise. Then they see your face: the panic, the tears. And the guilt rushes in before your breath even steadies. But they're already beside you again, gentle and unsure. “I shouldn’t have touched you. That was my fault.” They place something warm in your hands—a cup, a cloth, whatever they could find. Their fingers brush yours. Then, quieter: “I won’t leave, if that’s okay...”
The moment you lash out, ERIS catches your arm in a steel grip. Effortlessly, like snatching a falling glass. They watch the fear and the confusion all play out in your face like a theatrical piece. The way you recoil from their touch, and the way your pupils shake. But they don't let go, only tighten. Their expression doesn’t change, but their voice loses its usual edge once they see the look of recognition returns to your gaze. When your breathing evens out, they lean forward, elbows on knees, voice almost a whisper: “Next time, let it be me who haunts you.”
how would the ros react if they were to try to say something but couldn't, because mc keeps peppering them with kisses on their face?
THE RELENTLESS BARRAGE OF AFFECTION
VALENS mouth snaps shut. “…What are you doing?” Another kiss, in quick succession, and they twitch away from you in shock. They stare, stiff and silent, like you’ve just doused them in cold water. They were in the middle of unraveling. Now they're just— “Stop,” they mumble, voice hoarse. But they don't pull away.
CALDER’s in the middle of explaining something— clearly, patiently— when your lips press to his face. He pauses. Then clears his throat and tries again. Another kiss. He tries to soldier through it, he really does. But his voice gets caught somewhere between flustered and fond. His hand catches yours, and he leans in, "Don't start something you can't finish."
SIBYL was droning on about something quiet and thoughtful when your lips pressed against their cheek. They blinked, their voice breaking. They made a soft, startled sound— almost like a choked laugh. You kept going and they forgot what they were saying. Completely. Their hands, which had been gently gesturing before, now hovered in midair like they didn’t know what to do with them. “Never mind,” they murmured, voice soft and helpless. “Keep going.”
ERIS was making a point. Of course they were: some clever, thinly-veiled line sharpened to cut, and they were just getting to the part they knew would make you squirm— when you kissed them. But it didn't stop them at first, their eyes narrowing at you. You kissed them again— higher this time. “You’re interrupting,” they said, lowly, coldly— but you could feel the way their breath hitched. This time, their lips parted but nothing came out. Eventually, voice thin with restraint: “Careful.” And their hands found your waist like they were the one who started it.
For HC game: Valens - ⛓️, 🦇, 🫀 (so excited this is back!!!!)
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!<3
VALENS
⛓️ what does guilt feel like to them?
Like hollowing themselves out with pain. A path to self-destruction. They don't fighting against it, they gave up on that long ago. They embrace the feeling and leave everything else behind.
🫀 who taught them what love is? did it hurt?
To them, it's two sides of the same coin. One cannot exist without the other. Who taught them? That's a good question...
🦇 what is a fear they never talk about?
Being vulnerable. Because the moment you speak of it, you’ve already become it.
What would the ROs be as animals? I imagine Valens would be a cat or something.
This is such a cute & fun question, anon!
VALENS: A Black Cat
Valens embodies the mystique and isolation of a black cat, a creature often seen as an omen...
ERIS: A Puma
A puma carries regal menace. It symbolizes silent power: Sleek, elusive, and holding dominion over their territory. A creature that is - like ERIS - beautiful, powerful, and (unfortunately) deeply solitary.
CALDER: A Great Pyrenees (or Wolf)
Stalwart, loyal, and protective to a fault. CALDER's strength is tempered by emotional restraint, and though he's gentle with the innocent, he's merciless toward perceived threats.
SIBYL: A Swan
We think SIBYL would be a creature that seems to float through the world like a dream... In some cultures, swans represent inner beauty and tragic love...
how would the ros in the crushing stage react to the mc about to have a panic attack in a crowd? thank you, i'm excited for this story!
Thank you for the ask, anon, and for looking forward to our story!!💙 AND NOW MORE ANGST...
VALENS notices immediately. They know the signs. The way your breath starts hitching in your throat— like theirs does when they feel like they're suffocating on air. The way your hands start trembling— like theirs do then they clutch the fabric of their shirt over their chest, clawing at their own skin in the dark. Alone. But for better or worse, you weren't alone. They don't say anything, they just close the space between you and the world silently. Not touching. Just there. Blocking the noise, the movement, the eyes.
"I'm here." CALDERS voice is the only sound you could make out from the buzzing in your ears— low, steady, grounding. Before you can think, his hand finds the small of your back, guiding you gently toward somewhere quiet. He doesn’t pull. He leads. Slowly. Only if you follow. And when you stop, he kneels beside you without hesitation, cloak shifting to shield you from the crowd. He'll never push for answers, but you catch him checking on you again. And again. And again.
SIBYL feels it before they see it. A ripple in the air, in your breath, in the space between your thoughts. They find you easily. Like they were already on their way. A hand touches your elbow, feather-light. “Do you want to leave?” they whisper. They won’t let you answer with words— you don’t have to. Their steps fall in rhythm with yours, breath matched, pace slowed. The noise fades behind you like a dream, until only the two of you remain. And when you're finally still, they’re already offering their scarf, their water, their arm— themselves. Whatever you need, without question.
At first, ERIS' expression goes cold. Panic and fear is something they inflict, not something they witness. It doesn’t belong to you. But then your knees begin to give, your eyes glaze over, and something in them shifts. Their gloved hand catches your arm— cool, deliberate, firm. The world sharpens around their grip, like a blade pulled clean from its sheath. They step in closer and closer, until their breath brushes your cheek and their scent is all around you. “Look at me,” they hiss. Not cruel. Not kind. Just unchallengeable. And then they pull you from the crowd like they’re reclaiming a secret. Something the world was never meant to touch.
[ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?
[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?
[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?
[ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ?
[ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ?
[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?
[ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ?
[ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ?
[ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ?
[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ?
[ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ?
[ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ?
[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?
[ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ?
[ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ?
[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?
For Valens please ? -sarah
Thank you for the ask, Sarah! TIME FOR A VALENS DEEP-DIVE... Some of these are open for interpretation, we can't spoil everything right...
VALENS
☂️ Craves it like air, fears it like drowning.
🕊️ Once as a child, when they still believed that bruises always fade.
💤 Curled in on themselves, facing a wall, arms crossed tight.
🦇 Being vulnerable.
🔒 They know.
🪢 Every promise they've made you.
🫳 No one and everyone.
🧨 Being treated like something broken, something that needs to be fixed.
💢 You.
🩸 Also you.
🌧️ The way the world treated them.
🌊 They don't remember, their tears ran dry long ago.
🫀 Aren't love and pain two sides of the same coin?
💭 No.
🕯️ The crisp chill in the air filling their lungs as they watched the starry midnight sky.
🌪️ Ending everything sooner.
🗡️ The faint scar on their right cheek they absentmindedly trace in thought.
🎱 A future where the last person to be hurt is them.
Totally understand if this is too spoilery, it is a juicy one (the angst addiction rears it’s ugly head):
How would the ROs react if they acted on false information, believing the MC betrayed them, only to realise the truth too late! MC was always on their side, but now MC has been injured or worse… 👀
Oh boy, anon, do we have news for you......... 👀 Shh...
ik they’d probably hate it but the thought of eris and some nonchalant mc is so funny to me. eris is like ill have that noble killed for looking at you funny and mc is like yeah okay babe haha dw ily too
PFFT- the way this is not even an exaggeration 😭😭 Eris just fully unhinged ending bloodlines in your name meanwhile MC is like:
k lol
