The ultimate Mary Sue character, created by Tara Gilesbie in the fanic My Immortal. Supposedly vampire and a wizard and a "goff", Ebony embarks on many an adventure with her boyfriend Draco and her friends Harry (called Vampire), Ron (called Diabolo), Willow, Voldemort (called Satan), and Hermione (called B'loody Mary Smith). Ebony apparently spells her name several different ways, including Enoby, Ibony, Egogy, Inoby, and Tara.
My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was cuz he is a f**king hottie!)
by Little Bella October 17, 2008
Get the Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way mug.A riddle. From the Lewis Carroll classic, Alice In Wonderland. Carroll himself said "the riddle has no answer, unless it does. But it doesn't, however it might." the riddle is unsolved, except in China. They know everthing. It is often used to confuse or befuddle a friend.
by Almost Alice June 9, 2010
Get the why is a raven like a writing desk? mug.This is a day made specially for the amazing people with the name Raven. These people are very special and we celebrate them by letting them leave early.
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Get the National Let Raven Leave Early Day mug.To abstain in the act of doing something that is socially considered as an annoying thing to do, for the sake of your own enjoyment.
"I think I'm gonna take some cash from Jamal even though I don't need it, it'll be funny." "Come on man, don't be a Raven"
by Misojohnny January 23, 2021
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Get the Ravened mug.The best person ever to ever talk to. Pretty cool. Could be a dude or a chick. Pretty cool name. Amazing people, Ravens are.
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Get the Raven mug.It Quoths, and only Quoths “Nevermore.”
“Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
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