Goldblood

Andromeda “Eddie” Aardstark Suarez // 211 years // 1.62 (5'3) // 55kg (121lbs) // dragon mistress // bisexual // owner of none // member of The Institute // la mismísima

[bobbiedebruyn]

deena johnson and this weird bells thing

[killua-and-company]

Send “what would you do if…” + a question and my muse will answer it honestly.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Ask my muse three questions, and they will have to answer one truthfully

The other two they can answer…but they are not obligated to answer with the truth

[aardstark]

[text]: be extra kind to yourself today! 🌼 and get yourself your favourite snack 😊

In comparison to others, the dragon had been pretty lucky with the whole text mess that was going around. She kept a surprisingly low profile apparently, despite being a bit loud and chaotic. Still, the whole thing had Eddie feeling a little down, and more than a little anxious as she awaited for a message that could potentially ruin her day. She was definitely not expecting this text... from a person she didn’t know and with instructions to be nice to herself. So she went, even if it was under the powers of the spell, pretty happily, to get herself a Twix and enjoy it while sitting down on her bed. Eddie stared at her phone for a few seconds while she enjoyed the candy, trying to figure out what to say to this kind stranger, when finally the right words came to mind.

[text]: I have no idea who you are but you are awesome! You get a free cocktail if I ever see you, okay? Have a great day 💕

[aardstark]

[text] Selene: hello little thief💰you are going to go down to island pleasures for me and buy yourself a very expensive and revealing set of lingerie, on your own dime of course, and send me a picture of you wearing it. Keep it on and await further instructions.

Oh for fuck’s sake, of course this asshole had to make an appearance too. The dragon slinked out of her cell and made her way over to the store which... she honestly had a little more trouble than expected trying to find, since she’d never been there. When she did manage to get there, it didn’t take her too long to find a set that she liked and- yes, it was very expensive, apparently all her dreams to save up and buy herself a new computer were about to fly out the window. As she paid for the lingerie and made her way back to her place, she kept gritting her teeth and muttering curses in her native language out of anger. At least this wasn’t like the one she got from the asshole vampire lady, this one was a bit less painful. Eddie got back to her cell quickly, changed clothes and immediately sent the mistress a picture, hoping she would be satisfied.

[text]: are you happy now?

@selene-ness

[aardstark]

what are your thoughts on your friendships?

“I don’t have that many yet but I like them all! I should honestly start spending more time with all of them.”

[lovphobia]

can y'all send some asks that are like “thoughts on ______”

[aardstark]

slavexisabel​:

nightmares | eddie & isabel

It was the same every night, same as it had been since she’d woken up to screams and blood nearly two months prior.  The only variations came in what part she played - sometimes she was Jarron, silver burning through his blood.  Sometimes she was herself, only awake to watch helplessly as the two people she loved most in the world die.  And then sometimes she was Carmen, watching her lover and Isabel’s Master die only to be beheaded before the silver had finished its course.  That was the flavor of this particular night, the bound shifter waking up right as her vision of the room spun, gasping.

At least tonight she hadn’t had to muffle her screams of horror into a pillow.

No, instead the gasps turned into heaving sobs, Isabel trying to curl in on herself and stay quiet so as not to disturb her cellmates.  She could have sworn she could still smell the copper of her twin’s blood, still hear the screams as the silver completed its work.  But mostly it was the hole in her chest.  Its edges had started to soften since coming to the island, but there were still jagged pieces that left her feeling cut open and raw every night.

Apparently she wasn’t able to keep her choked sobs as quiet as she usually was, hearing the shifting of a bed which meant one of her cellmates had been disturbed enough to get out of bed.  “I’m so, so sorry,” she tried to whisper, seemingly unable to catch her breath in between words.

@aardstark​

Despite everything she’d been through in her short (for a dragon) life, one of the constants in Eddie’s life was a wonderful sleep schedule. Maybe it was because she was a dragon and needed the extra hours, or maybe it simply was her ability to be unbothered by most things, but she always slept soundly. Today? It was no different. Eddie was in a deep sleep by this point, dreaming about extending her wings and flying again, flying back to Chile and leaving this wicked place behind.

Something felt off about her dream though, a sound, it was soft but constant, and she couldn’t quite get what it was. Eddie couldn’t ignore it, and it was getting more and more clear as time went by. The dragon squeezed her eyes shut, but when she opened them again she didn’t see the blue sky that had taken over her dreams, she only saw the grey ceiling of the cell. Yet the sound was still there! How odd, the dragon pulled herself up and rubbed one of her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness. She managed to identify the source of the sound and slowly got up, curious as she was, but immediately froze up when she heard the voice.

“Hey, hey, nooo, it’s okay. It’s just... just fine.” Eddie said softly, voice still a bit groggy. “Are you okay?” She asked curiously, sitting back down on her bed.

[aardstark]

muradassan​:

“Noted,” Murad offered in response to her comment on Booker, “Last thing I want to do is piss off another dragon, I assume you roll in packs? Probably not, doesn’t make sense. Smaug didn’t do the pack thing, but he also seemed like kind of an asshole… do you have a pile of gold somewhere you horde?” He teased, then shrugged, “And before you retort, no I do not have any cookies stuffed in a tree, and I don’t make toys.”

He then leaned back against the counter as she snuck the bottle into her pocket, “Is there such a thing as small, fluffy dragons? Because if there is I want to see one badly.” 

He waited until she noted they were good to go and pushed up from the counter, operating rather casually as they moved towards the exit, “I could see some of those Masters and Mistresses knowing that you could be doing that in Spanish, and just ban you speaking it… is Chilean and Spanish pretty different? Is it like British and American English are super different?”

The Dark Elf had lived a long time, but he wasn’t well traveled, and was always a curious sort. 

“I have as much hoard as you have cookies stuffed in a tree.” She hoped that would make sense. Her brain didn’t always function very well in English. “Most of us don’t live in packs. I mean- we’ve got clans, but they tend to stay between subspecies and my... well, I don’t have any relatives.” It was also part of why she came here, she wanted to find more golden dragons like her.

“Ahhh there are, unfortunately I’m more of the spiky kind. But I’ve got feathers in my wings! Real soft ones too, so still pretty great.” Eddie explained with a smile.

Once they were out of the store, the dragon could feel herself relaxing considerably. She kept it in pretty well when she was pulling stunts like these, but ohhh it was always nice to be out. “Chilean and Spanish are like... American English and Scottish. Technically the same language, but they sound different and have different slang, and one of them is also fast and rather incomprehensible. If any master here can get the meaning of ‘puta el weon aweonao weon’, I’ll give them a high five.” Eddie then tilted her head to the side slightly as she looked at him. “Do you speak anything other than English? I don’t think I ever asked.”

[aardstark]

izelxtolama​:

Izel’s eyes went wide. “Well, you’re the expert!” she answered back with a grin. She really did trust Eddie, she wouldn’t have hired her if she didn’t feel that way. Even in their rather short time of knowing each other, she felt like she could tell that Eddie was genuine. But maybe, she wasn’t able to read people as well as she thought she could.  She shook her head. “I’m sure this is going to be good. You should really have more confidence. I bet you don’t hear that enough,” she teased. Eddie seemed to be slightly cocky, but it made her more personable, in Izel’s mind. She took a look at the glass, and swirled it around, not necessarily looking for anything, just studying it. “I’ll just imagine an umbrella. You’ll have some to work with at the club though, if you need,” the mimic said, before taking a small sip of it. She gave a bright smile as a result. “Guau! Esto es increible!” she complimented her, then finished the rest of the drink. “You’d be surprised. Those who were into fancy dinners, aren’t usually in the same social circles as me. Even at my age,” she said with a shrug. “What, do I come across as the fancy type? I don’t think I’ve ever been accused of that,” she said with a chuckle. 

“I know, I know, I served a different crowd back at home, I guess that’s why I’m like... not super confident of my abilities here.” Eddie admitted. The people of this super fancy island wouldn’t be dazzled by her cocktail making skills like the barely-legal teenagers she served at Teclados back home. The place she worked at was a cheap option with decent food, but the cocktails weren’t anything fancy or exciting. At least Izel seemed to like it, and that brightened up the happy dragon once more. “Eyyyy buenardo! Le achunte entonces.” She said happily. It was always nice to switch back to Spanish when she got excited without feeling like she’d confuse the other person terribly. Although- with her dialect? It was always a possibility. “I mean- I look at your place and that’s the first thing that pops to mind, gotta hang out in certain circles to get this stuff and all that. Buuuut I could be wrong.” Eddie lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head. “What kinda people do you hang out with, Izel?”

[aardstark]

Text: Wear your best dress. I expect to see you outside on the stairs at the main entrance

Pero que Puta madre? The dragon read the text a few times over, not knowing who it was from. Before she got the chance to go tell them to choke on a dick, her body started reacting. Eddie gasped as she began to move around unwillingly and did just as the text said! Taking off her clothes and beginning to dress up in that one dress she had, the pretty black one she kept for a special occasion. She was ready in no time and made her way over to the spot she’d been told to wait at. What the fuck was happening? She didn’t like this one bit, who could it be? Her mind went to some places and there was nothing good about any of her ideas.

@rd-crowned-crane

[aardstark]

rd-crowned-crane​:

The administration had informed the Masters and Mistresses on the island - Danzō included – what would happen over the course of this week. He found this display of magic rather odd if not unnecessary but couldn’t deny the need for a reminder of where exactly the slaves stood and of how they were supposed to act around people like him. This would at least show whether they were just lazy or in fact incapable of performing basic chores as they so often claimed.

Danzō wasn’t in particular need of anything. He had just settled in and unpacked his things and the first weeks of coursework simply weren’t that demanding. But he was curious to see how this entire event would play out and had promptly sent a text to a random number. His kind was unfamiliar to most forms of magic and it had been a few years since he witnessed anything supernatural. Besides, it was important to understand one’s surroundings! Such simple justifications crossed his mind as he wandered just a few metres away from where he had summoned the slave. Being the only one in a dress, she was quite easy to spot but Danzō did not reveal himself right away. He was merely taking in the view as he sent yet another text. Kneel.  

Why a dress? Of all things? Why couldn’t it be sweatpants and a tank top? What kinda asshole was trying to manipulate her? Whoever it was, they clearly didn’t know her. Eddie obediently stayed in the place she was ordered to, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look around and try to identify this person. It wasn’t very useful though, she couldn’t spot anyone that looked suspicious- but mostly because she found everyone in this island suspicious as all hell.

Then, the phone buzzed again and she glanced at it, quickly reading the message displayed on the screen before her body acted on its own accord and she yelped. Ohhhh no, this couldn’t be good. Eddie had to stay there getting odd looks from the passerby’s, and all she could do was close her eyes and wait for whatever bored asshole was playing with her to be done with it.

[aardstark]

Text: go find a mistress that scares you and beg her to let you pleasure her.

Eddie was barely pulling herself back together after the mess at the beach. She managed to get back to her cell, change clothes, and drag herself into bed even though it was still pretty early in the evening. She just wanted to sleep through any more texts and disasters. Yet, that technology addiction of hers wasn’t helping. When she heard her phone buzz, she felt a sudden spark of hope light within, maybe it was Rory! Maybe she got unblocked and she texted back! The dragon grabbed her phone immediately and read the message, all her hope was gone in an instant, and instead was replaced by fear and anxiety.

Eddie felt jittery and began to panic as she cleaned herself up, put on decent clothes, brushed her hair, and then walked out. Who could it be? There were a few that scared her, but the worst was- oh fuck no. Of course her stupid fucking brain would choose the worst one. It didn’t take her long to arrive at Lyssa’s place. The dragon knocked on the door and soon as one of the slaves she kept around opened, Eddie pretty much pushed them aside and went in looking for Lyssa. “Hey, wachita rica.” She called out once she found her, and against her will moved closer to the vampire and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Baby, I can make you feel real good, please- I- let me pleasure you.” It came out a little forced because she was trying hard to fight it, but she couldn’t wipe away her playful grin and bring her body closer to the vampire no matter how hard she tried. Then, as if it wasn’t good enough, she kneeled in front of the vampire, smiling up at her.

@lyssa-hudson

[aardstark]

What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t?

“... I want to go home and keep researching dragons. I feel like I’m stuck here and not getting anywhere.”

[aardstark]

Text; Go to the nearest body of water and stay underneath until your lungs begin to burn

Oh shit she was back. Eddie tried to send her back a very detailed text telling her to go fuck herself, but she didn’t get a chance as her body immediately began to move to the beach and the dragon began to panic. Dragons and water? They don’t mix, unless it’s water dragons of course. Eddie at least managed to save her phone by throwing it away to the sand before starting to sink down into the sea, clothes and shoes and all, and then lowered herself down till her head was underwater. Welp- I wasn’t fucking planning on going out like Gabriela Mistral but here we are. The dragon stayed down there for some seconds, but it felt like hours. She started panicking, trying to fight the curse as much as she could so she could get some air, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Her vision got blurry, she shook her head, looked up and felt the saltwater stinging her eyes as she tried to claw herself out, at this point behaving more dragon than human. Few seconds later she could feel that burn in her lungs and all of the sudden- she was in control again. The desperate dragon pushed herself back up and gasped as her head finally found the surface, coughing out some water and then weakly dragging herself back to shore, pretty much allowing the gentle waves to bring her back.

[aardstark]

Confess any romantic feelings you have to anyone and everyone you feel them for.

Eddie decided to check on her phone not because she was expecting a text or anything of the sort, but because she just wanted to look at some memes till she got bored. She was surprised when she saw a message pop up from a sender she didn’t have saved in her contacts, and she was about to turn off her phone again when suddenly- she was opening another conversation, Rory’s. Eddie panicked, tried to stop, but she couldn’t help herself as she wrote a message simply saying: “I still have feelings for you” and pressing send. Eddie knew Rory, and of course she could see her coming online mere seconds later. There was a tense pause, she starter typing something, the dragon froze, and then... it stopped. Moments later she couldn’t see Rory’s picture anymore and her heart sank. Blocked. That hurt more than it should. And she was about to throw her phone against the wall, but then she moved on to another conversation, Murad’s, oh no, fuck no! Eddie liked him, yeah, but to the point of having feelings? That was- well, it wasn’t her choice anymore as she texted him, telling him she had feelings for him and then hitting send. Soon as the message was gone, she felt more in control of herself, and immediately followed up with another text saying: “WAIT SOMEONE TOOK MY PHONE” because it was... well, the only thing she could come up with.

@muradassan

[aardstark]

Rumor has it you have a dark sense of humor.

“We talking edgy 13 year old making jokes about the Holocaust type of ‘dark humor’? Or the other, less edgy kind? I’m the less edgy kind.”

[roleplaymemesforyou]

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