#edax

[literallymechanical]

@fishteriously

[oldschoolfic-ds9]

Darling Ezri

by longbeachtrekstar, 2004

Filk based on Prince's "Darling Nikki" (1984).

Words: 206, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Kira Nerys, Ezri Dax

Relationships: Ezri Dax/Kira

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): Femme Fuh-Q Fest (round 16), filk

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[eucyon]

[kurjakani]

I forgot ocs are so sick u can literally make all ur fantasies true and make the sexiest bad bitches known to man and you get to make up every single thing about them

[voraxiia]

❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ㅤmm ?ㅤ❞ㅤa distracted hum is given in response to the other’s somewhat triumphant statement , as Edax’s eyes still linger on Saint’s pretty face before he lifts a hand to take hold of the latter’s chin , giving it a little tilt left and right as if to better admire what’s before him .ㅤ❝ㅤsorry , i got distracted ~ you were saying ?ㅤ❞ㅤas if the aftermath dealt by the hand of death wasn’t enough proof to those words spoken to him .ㅤㅤㅤ// ﹙ 𖹭 ﹚

[erratiomerula]

❛ i want this. ❜ // edax & shasta

subtle smut sentence starters || accepting

             Greedy was the only word that immediately came to mind when Edax’s touch lingered, unnaturally heated with hidden fire with a dual sense of the word. He had learned that elven royalty, much as he loathed it, would only respond to his antics in certain ways, heavily dependent on how the demon tried to initiate whatever it was that he was after. This one— this one Shasta knew was attention from the way he’d crawled into the low lounge chair ( more apt to be called something of a beanbag’s cousin, really ), and slowly tried to interject himself between the ivorette and the book he was reading.

            Patience was never, and still wasn’t, Edax’s strong suit when it came to anything but an unprecedented meltdown from his claimed... so it was no surprise when his hands started straying further, slipping under the hem of Shasta’s shirt and dragging his fingers along his lower abdomen. With as little tact as possible, a snort erupts from the darker skinned male, now thoroughly interrupted and still debating on if he was mad about it or not. “Just because you want something doesn’t mean you’re entitled to get it.”

              Sometimes... sometimes, it did very little good to try and treat Edax like the brat he really was, and that was now very evident ( if not in the furthest recesses of his mind ) as clothes had been thrown off and ragged breathing resounded in the air. Wet warmth of the demon’s tongue at his ear causes him to shiver, breathy groan climbing its way from his throat and the throbbing of desire that was met with the gravely growl against the side of his neck. He’d lament on how easily the demon could reduce him to something like this later, when he wasn’t reaching for pale digits and shoving them where he so desperately needed to feel them.

[meupurr]

may i request a dirkjake (dirk missing jake) moodboard with themes of emptiness/loneliness and aesthetics of LOTAK/LOMAX? thank you kindly B] -txmpus-edax-rxrum

posting!!

[andysmuse]

Black/Death Metal Discovery USQUAM Release New Video "Tempus Edax Rerum"

Black/Death Metal Discovery USQUAM Release New Video “Tempus Edax Rerum”

Presents: USQUAM about their new single: A reflection on time, this concept preoccupies men since they are aware of being a whole in which they largely exceed. Some were there before, others after… Here they are condemned to the present moment. Chronos embodies time, Fatality; It’s time for acceptance. “For death is not, but change is too much… to handle knowing your fate.” This clip was shot…

[sakrogoat]

Virgil Elliott - Tempus Edax Rerum

[falchionier]

Oh why not. I’ve been doing elegiac couplets for ClassicsTober over on bluesky to practice my poetry, so here’s my fumbling attempts so far

Dies I: Cassandra

[carmen ad dianam illam nuper defunctam]

Exclamo, taceo; moveo audientes nisi senes

Quod qui non vivent, deposita ut ferimus

Dies II: Medusa

Cum statuis sedeo tranquilla apud hasce sorores

Terrorem oblitae donec adiret edax

[femme-enby]

Ya know, I’ve got a question/idea…

Since the media’s portrayal of w*ndigo is a skeletal, bipedal, deer like creature… but that is apparently not at all what they look like… why not just give the deer thing it’s own name?

Especially since the deer thing’s “problem” is cannibalism, while a Wendi’s is, iirc, like… greed/gluttony?

Like come on… I know it’s a much more… interesting? Name than like “Bigfoot” “mothman” or “squonk” (or however you spell the name of that pitiful crying creature) but like… here’s our chance! Give it a decent, ORIGINAL, cryptid name. Bc from what I’ve heard, at least from some indigenous folk’s version of it (as I presume there’s the potential for variation?) the only thing the emaciated deer and their creature have in common is a name. A name that, again, from what some say, shouldn’t even be said? (Although few have said that also isn’t the true name of the creature but the equivalent of like… ‘boogeyman’ or ‘baba yaga’ but again I can’t exactly verify that nor do I feel like coming across it’s true name, if that isn’t it, is something I’d like to do)

Like… idfk pull out the Latin on this thing, devourer of flesh? Google translate (take me out back and shoot me if you must but I am monolingual and doing my best) “Edax Carnium.” Or even “of the flesh” (this deer thing comes from the devouring of human meat, leading to a hunger for human meat, eat to become… idk) is just “Carnis” 🤷‍♂️

Idk, I’m just spitballin ideas for if any of my info was right- that at this point all the two truly share is really the name, and if it would be okay TO rename the deer creature to separate it from indigenous culture’s being.

[oldschoolfic-ds9]

Run Ezri Run (Ezri Rennt)

by longbeachtrekstar, 2004

Nach dem Spiel ist vor dem Spiel. [After the game is before the game.]

Words: 4580, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: R

Warnings: canon character death (sort of)

Characters: Ezri Dax, Leeta

Relationships: Ezri Dax/Leeta, Kira/Sisko (implied)

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): Femme Fuh-Q Fest (round 16), AU

links (link broken? report it and try the archive.org alternative):

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[sotarastas]

When Edax got slurped:

When he turned out fine:

[kurjakani]

Just experimenting with the fit for Tempus Edax Rerum. It's still a bit too... boring, though I think the back which I havent drawn being essentially a jockstrap type construct does help <3 Their clothes are aquired from random townspeople as thanks for them helping with this and that. They still like to show off their size & scars (theyre very shy about it & very modest but they know they're hot asf and do like tending 2 their appearence) so they haven't quit wearing these very slutty fits. Also, intimidation factor, or whatever, I dont care. i wanna make the fabrics a bit fancier defi, I have a bunch of inspo jpegs for like. applique techniques n stuff

my oc blog

[voraxiia]

Edax during his nth exorcism :

* falls to the ground , writhes and contorts his body in a screaming , hissing fit , finally drops limp after an hour or so * * opens his eyes , gets back up *

" so anyway , "

[erratiomerula]

@renran​ said; ❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜ // yeah we already know the answer 

i don’t remember which meme

           There’s a distinct reason ( a few, really ) why he disliked finding himself amongst a crowd of others— a reason he disliked attending festivals where liquor was plentiful and the practice of letting loose was all but expected of most. He tried to be at the outermost circle of the waves of elven celebrations, but he couldn’t be far enough from the noise and accidental touches if he’d tried. In the shadows, shielded further by a dark hood, not many could tell that he was the prince. Edax was there, but he’d often stray back to the food and drinks where he would mingle and try to step on nerves.

              Lost in thought was not the right place to be on a night such as this— it had made it all the easier for his almost lanky physique to be swept upon among the drunken dancers who were trying to bring the joy around to all within reach. Caught off guard and nearly tripping over the fabric of his cloak, however, Shasta was instead trying to avoid being accidentally slapped in the face by one of numerous flailing arms. Icy orbs saw the world tipping back as feet tangle with that of another, but he didn’t feel the harsh stone rush up to meet him as he’d expect.

            With his hood half sliding off, he’s able to see the demon’s face looking down into his stunned one before he can gain his footing again. Quick is he to set his hood straight, covering snowy white hair and registering Edax’s words a few seconds late. He hates how the heat rushing to his cheeks isn’t entirely indignation, but he doesn’t respond at first. Tawny fingers are quick to bring the other back to a safe spot, all but pushing him to sit before he takes the spot in front of him, almost sitting in the demon’s lap. “ I can’t tell where your attention is when you’ve occupied yourself among so many others. ”

            With Edax throwing an arm over his shoulder, the prince swiftly takes the goblet from his grasp and downs a hearty swallow. It wasn’t obtained for him, and Edax had already drank from it, but he doesn’t care— he needs a distraction from the sincere tone of the demon’s prior words.