#quoth the bird

[oscillatedself]

lesbian werewolf call that dykeanthropy. is this anything

#lesbian #werewolves #shitpost #quoth the bird #this one came to me while watching the great British bake off and i just had to sit to myself without telling the other people around me

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

GWAH! by lokitheraven

#echolalia activate! #quoth the raven: gwah! #raven #bird #bird sounds #animal #animal stim #auditory #auditory stim #Halloween #autumn #talking #tiktok

[vonlipvig]

wip wednesday sunday i'm not bothering with this right now, but look at this shitty ass no reference used attempt at a raven

that's not the raven bitch that's the seagull

#we will cross that bridge when we get to it for now quoth the seagull Enough #i have drawn birds before Once and they didn't look that bad so hopefully we'll pull through lmao #hopefully you'll see the finished thing in about 300 business days BYE

[abyssfullakeofdysphoria]

The Raven - Poe

#edgar allan poe #raven #quoth the raven #bird art #corvid #bird #artwork #art #drawing #digitalart

[knoproblem]

Wanted to doodle my BG3 Ranger, Felix! They’re a giant idiot and I love them so much

#bg3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav #sketchy #birds are hard but quothe is so dang cute #knodraws

[fluentinchaos]

Nicky membranes: a sequel featuring bird people

Once upon a time (10 minutes ago) I wrote about nictitating membranes on birds. Now I’m putting on my writer’s cap (one of those multicoloured hats with the propeller on the top) and bringing out my world building tools (an inflated toy hammer and ibuprofen).

Avians. Angels. Archangels. I don’t care what you call them, I’m talking about Bird Boys. Flapper Folk. Feathered Fuckers. Them Man with Burd Wings. Squawkers in the form of Homo sapiens (alternatively, Homo erectus).

I’m SAYING that more-human-than-bird birdfolk may also have a need for nictitating membranes (every time I write that damn word, someone somewhere dies from the absurdity) because, well, they’re flying. And, thus, unless they be blinking a lot (every bird ever: 😧) then they’d be needing nicky membranes.

Eyelids: poo, make you blind for 0.2 seconds, not transparent, cannot see through, thick, ugly, poo poo, terrible 👎🤬😰😫🙄🥱🤮

Nicky membranes: transparent, can see through, visibility 100% throughout blinking process, thin, lovely, sleek, elegant ✨🥰😍❤️❤️‍🔥😚😩🤯

But for real though, human eyes are definitely not equipped to deal with the brutal, destructive force of wind. Eyes v Wind, I wonder who will come out victorious with a devastating 100-0.

Humans used to have nicky membranes themselves, but we lost them because we weren’t smart enough to realise their amazing worth (nicky please come back I miss you we can talk about it nicky ple-)

OKAY SERIOUSLY THOUGH (watch me not be serious like the clown I am) nictitating membranes do the exact same job as normal eyelids, which is blink. Blinking clears away whatever is in the eyes that isn’t supposed to be there (e.g, prophetic visions of me with your mom) and ~moisturises~ the eye. While maintaining vision (quoth the Wikipedia).

Because birds-but-actually-humans (back to my initial point (fucking finally)) do be flying, having human eyes is a no go because those eyeballs would shrivel up and die.

Anyways I rest my case. I’m smart take my advice (nicky membranes + feathers-glued-onto-human creature).

Also it’s almost 1am and I’m a grandpa these days so my head dead and my brain shrivelled like raisin and that’s it goodnight folks I’ll be here whenever I decide to show up.

Peace sluts

#nicky membranes #galaxy brain #Bird Boys #Flapper Folk #Feathered Fuckers #Them Man with Burd Wings #squawkers in the form of Homo sapiens #alternatively #homo erectus #more-human-than-bird birdfolk #quoth the Wikipedia #birds-but-actually-humans #my head dead #birds #birds are weird #nictitating membrane #fantasy #writing #writer #avians #angels #archangels #biology #science #I’m so smart actually #science 🫵😠 #science😒

[holy-anonymous]

a guide to our tagging system 🫡

collective/alter tags in green

blog tags in red

COLLECTIVE TAGS:

#the one and only — Disc

#bow your head and pray — Icarus

#house on the water — Ghost

#the library of alexandria was destroyed by an arsonist — Pig

#all the salmon had swam to the sea — Sally

#smoke and biscuits — Niki

#place your head between your knees — Toby

#bird's song — Wilbur

#the sweet smell of citrus and pumpkin pie — Clementine

#the click of poker chips sounds like expensive shoes on wood flooring – Dice

TAGGING... TAGS. ASKS? MORE TAGS:

#confessional — asks

#submission — submissions

#quoth the raven — vent tag

#cracked and peeling — triggering material, followed by a trigger tag

; ask for a trigger tag if i miss any please

; ask for a tag to receive one. non-anonymous asks will be #[user]

#cracked and peeling #submission #confessional #quoth the raven #the dearest [archisys] #the sweet smell of citrus and pumpkin pie [clementine] #bow your head and pray [icarus] #the one and only [disc] #house on the water [ghost] #bird's song [wilbur] #smoke and biscuits [niki] #place your head between your knees [toby] #the library of alexandria was destroyed by an arsonist [pig] #the click of poker chips sounds like expensive shoes on wood flooring [disc]

[cerastes]

If Kroos and Mr. Nothing spotted you from across the room and liked your vibes, would you?

Okay, hypothetical.

Let's say that I, drunk with wanderlust, went exploring the Yanese mountainside. In my trip, I end up finding a house in the middle of my wilderness wandering, and looking to perhaps have a roof over my head this wintry eve, I knock on it, only to get launched headfirst into a mysterious town that gets attacked by ink-like monsters every night, only to return to normal every morning, as if nothing had happened.

Now, let's say I refuse to learn a damn thing from my experiences, because famously, I don't know a fucking thing, and thus engage in sundry timeloop shenanigans. It can be assumed I'll spend quite a while there.

After what feels like a couple of years in which I've come be known as the town freak, but only to the individuals that can actually remember or discern what's going on (a very intrigued Saga, a very confused Dawn, and a very irritated Dusk), I see two new faces and I assume, oh! There's still more to learn about this place! Cool! So I rain check that day's activity (construct large hadron collider from teaware and Bitey organs) in order to acquaint myself with these new faces.

THAT's when Kroos and Mr. Everything use their Scouter to check my vibes, and they find them of a most agreeable disposition and panache. The eyebrow rises, the lips smack, and the invitation is loose like the Nue-slaying arrow.

Quoth the anon, "would you?"

Well, see, Kroos is Kroos, she's pretty much a flawless creature so of course I'm fine there. About Mr. Nothing, well, I'm straight, but also, he looks like that, and it's not gay if it gets retconned, I rationalize, so let's have an unforgettable night that never will have been, come morning. I already did the teahouse story teller and most every farmer, coolie, and shopkeeper, might as well.

Then I wake up and I realize I've been made a member of the Midnight Crew, where's the RETCON. The story teller doesn't look at me in the eye. The bedsheets are less like sheets and more like paleolithic era cave art. Nothing's kung fu cumshot made a hole in the wall and killed a stray Bitey. Kroos pulled out toys in shapes and colors we have no names for but with functions and features I am now intimately acquainted with. The memory of being the patty in a bunny and bird sandwich is seared into my mind's retina. Restraint and protection were helpful suggestions kindly ignored. A pop-up in the corner of my vision reads "Several cutscenes will play in sequence". I have a LOT of unusued skill points and I have no idea where they came from. What was formerly a rustic Yan-style bedroom now looks like the toku quarry.

And that's when I realize: Right.

An executive decision has been taken and I'm about to have lore.

So, "would you?"

Would. But watch out.

#arknights #kroos #mr nothing

[ghostselkie]

Manifesting Lenore eventually being on a first name basis with this bird.

For now, I'll head cannon that his name is Quoth.

#nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #the raven nevermore

[oscillatedself]

Saw a shitpost about how Homestuck grimdark is an overabundance of the void aspect, while trickster mode is overabundance of life, and it got me thinking: is that true? Like we see Rose go grimdark and yeah sure that makes sense, life's opposite void whatever, but if i recall correctly, eridan goes grimdark as well, when he destroys the matriorb and channels his science wand to kill Feferi (I think this is when at least, it's been a bit since I interacted w/ the source material). As a result of this, I always viewed grimdark as the inverse of your aspect, taken to a negative light. A seer of light becomes a witch of void, effectively filling similar roles (the pursuit of knowledge versus the manipulation of nothingness and obscurity) but due to horrorterror influence the classpect becomes violent (blacking out the session, breaking all the temples, yknow general rampage shenanigans). On the other hand, a prince of hope would invert to a sylph of rage, creating lots of anger in the self and those around (Kanaya's chainsawing is a good example, plus he was PISSED after nobody sided with him and Jack).

Trickster Mode, on the other hand, feels like the aspect is taken to the ultimate extreme, most toxic positive extent. Jane as a maid of life is able to spread the trickster mode, Roxy creates a ton of shitty Santas and other junk, Jake is brimming with artificial hope and confidence). Dirk is a bit harder a case as his walls don't come down the same way, but one could argue there's no real way to go "positive" with Destroyer of Hearts, he just is more in tune with himself and can hold onto his sanity.

#Homestuck #hs #classpect #grimdark #trickster mode #quoth the bird #this was longer than i anticipated

[dabiconcordia]

The Raven

---------- Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” By Edgar Allen Poe

#edgar allan poe #raven #nevermore #gif #via pinterest.com

[lunarblazes]

“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.”

#pale white horse au #grian #luna’s constellations #hehe we decided what kind of bird pwh grian issssss #i also did not give any indication that i was working on this to any of my project partners . hello everyone i made a thing HEHE

[eternalshadeart]

The Raven // inspired by the poem “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

#illustration #traditional art #sketchbook #fanart #raven teen titans #the raven king #edgar allan poe #edgar allan ravens #nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #Nevermore #fall of house usher #six of crows #pen doodles #art #doodle #drawing #artwork #ink art #ink drawing #poetry #poets on tumblr #dark academia #dark aesthetic

[eirianerisdar]

hi! i'm really loving icarus, you're a wonderful writer! but i just had a quick question. i love the flock graphics, and they're super helpful! would it be possible for you to maybe list the species of birds for the main 'characters' of the story as well? you don't have to post example photos or anything crazy, but i think just a list like that would be helpful too. sometimes i forget who has what kind of wings, and i think having a list so i can google image the bird would be great.

if that's not something you want to do or don't have time to do or something, no worries!! i really appreciate you taking the time to write icarus in the first place <3

Oof I might as well do a general guide! I never thought a maxiel wingfic would spawn so many specific wing allocations but here's the general list:

Paddock wings in Icarus:

Current grid:

Daniel Ricciardo - Scarlet Macaw (colourful, nimble flyers)

Max Verstappen - Peregrine Falcon (raw speed, inherited from his mother)

Sergio Perez -Crested Caracara (a type of mexican bird of prey)

Lewis Hamilton - Greater Bird of Paradise (beautiful wing plumes, lovely singer)

George Russell - Blue swallow (beautiful metallic-blue feathers, scream like madmen when they fly)

Carlos Sainz - Spanish Imperial Eagle (white epaulets, very regal)

Charles Leclerc - White Dove (need I say more? Perfect white wings, exploited because they're pretty but so intelligent in pathfinding)

Lando Norris - Lucifer Hummingbird (Small, colourful, likes to hover in place)

Oscar Piastri - Little Lorikeet (One of the smaller types of Australian parrot. Very cute)

Yuki Tsunoda - Japanese Long-tailed tit (Photos should be self explanatory. They fly like ballistic missiles)

Alexander Albon - Crested Fireback (National bird of Thailand. Beautiful dark blue and fiery plumage)

Logan - Blue Jay (Commonly found in Florida. Blue, like Logan's current posting, and his eyes)

Pierre Gasly - Osprey (A bird of prey often found near coasts along the European shoreline, and Pierre is from Normandy)

Esteban Ocon - Black Stork (Tall, gangly, also migrates through France)

Fernando Alonso - Kestrel (a type of small bird of prey, hunts by biding their time and waiting then divebombing)

Lance Stroll - Snowy Owl (Lance is cuddly ok and I didn't want to make him a Canadian goose because that's his dad)

Valtteri Bottas - Bullfinch (Look it up. The picture is self-explanatory. The manliest of men)

Zhou Guanyu - Chinese Red-Crowned Crane (A crowned crane for the champion of the universe, as translates his name)

Kevin Magnussen - Raven (Viking. quoth the raven.)

Nico Hulkenberg - Crow (he keeps coming back. As wily as many of their bird counterparts but has a bad rep for being a bad omen)

Retired drivers or drivers not currently on the grid:

Sebastian Vettel - Swiftlet (Extremely good fliers, reaching up to 160km/h and pulls insane G-forces)

Mick Schumacher - European robin (Very cute. Universally liked. Same wings as his father)

Nico Rosberg - Eurasian Sparrowhawk (a bird of prey that hunts by ambushing before a high-speed, agile chase)

Jenson Button - Northern Harrier (hunts in a high-speed flight close to the ground, exceptionally good listeners)

Mark Webber - Cassowary (look up a photo. Just look at it.)

Kimi Raikkonen - Giant Albatross (King of gives no shits, flies very long distances without a care)

David Coulthard - Bush-Stone Curlew (White trousers!)

Romain Grosjean - Red-tailed Hawk (I chose the bird of prey that could best mesh with the phoenix metaphor)

Antonio Giovannazi - White-spotted Starling (Very pretty plumage)

Daniil Kyvat - Great Bustard (I honestly don't remember why. Distributes in Russia)

Nyck De Vries - Common European Sparrow (Small. Commonly found. Unfortunately often hunted)

Nikita Mazepin - Flamingo (Need I say more)

Sir Jackie Stewart - (Clipped) Merlin Wings (Extremely fast Scottish bird of prey. In-fic, Jackie was one of the generation of drivers that clipped their wings, permanently robbing them of flight)

Team Principals and people in the paddock:

Toto Wolff - Black Swan (self-explanatory)

Christian Horner - Golden Eagle (A bit pompous. Matches his hair)

James Vowles - Magpie (Utterly clever, not from any particular prestige)

Fred Vasseur - Partridge (Affable. Cuddly.)

Guenther Steiner - Shoebill (self-explanatory, look up a photo)

Cyril Abiteboul - Eagle Owl (something about his face is very Eagle Owl)

Micheal Italiano - Kookaburra (laughs when they shouldn't)

Zak Brown - Chicken (self-explanatory. Literally and metaphorically)

Andreas (mclaren) - Common Quail (short lifespan)

Mattia Binotto - Pigeon (wants to be as pretty and loved as Charles. Is a public nuisance instead)

Otmar sznafnauer - Peacock (Struts around, can't really fly)

Resident Bastard:

Jos Verstappen - Cuckoo (Cuckoos are brood parasites, and lay their eggs in nests of birds of other species'. The cuckoo parent therefore does nothing while other birds raise their young)

#I've probably missed a couple minor characters so if anyone has any questions feel free to drop a reply and I'll answer #f1 #f1 wingfic #f1 wing au #icarus #my post #writing #fanfic

[cannibalcaprine]

The Raven

Edgar Allan Poe

January 1845

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—

Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

“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.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“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.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

oh yay Poe night in the inbox

[finniestoncrane]

🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛ The Batman, by Jonathan Crane 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

tis the season!! i wanted to do a little something extra for today, and it is his holiday after all so please, enjoy this retelling of The Raven, written by Jonathan Crane about a visit from another flying burden that plagues him

Once in Gotham city, dreary, as I studied, weak and weary,

Over many a strange and villainous study of my subject, fear

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, coming dangerously near

“Tis some visitor” I muttered “who has dared to come this near –

Edward likely, Edward’s here.”

Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate thought that entered left my reason not so clear.

Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow, that nobody might appear

For the rare and radiant joy, perhaps, that no one would appear

Leaving me alone to fear.

But the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each orange curtain

Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt sincere

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“God damn Edward, that idiot Nygma, has decided to appear

So late at night, encroaching, he is bound now to appear

How I wish he’d disappear.”

Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,

“Ed” said I “dear Edward, though your habits usually queer

You’ve intruded on my plotting, focused on my latest toxin

Coming to me, late this evening, uninvited, you’re right here

So out of rage, I did ignore you” – I threw open my door here

Darkness there, stoking my fear.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream sincere

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token

And the only word there spoken were the whispered words

“Do you fear?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words,

“Fear… fear…”

Merely this, sounding so clear.

Back into my chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely” said I “surely that is someone at my window shutter

Let me see, then, what it is, and this mystery made clear –

Let my heart be still a moment, please, this mystery render clear –

It’s just Edward!” said with fear.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flap and flutter

In there stepped that cursed Batman, donning in all his foolish gear

Not the least obeisance made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he

But with mien of demon or deity, perched on broken chandelier

Perched, the hinges rusting, on the broken chandelier

Perched with dark, perpetual sneer.

Then this fiendish man beguiling my prior fear to smiling

By the grave and stern decorum of his serious veneer

“Though your presence here is looming, I assure you there’s no glooming

Ghastly Batman, bring no doom in, though you try to domineer

So tell me, what you think you’re doing, trying hard to domineer.”

Quoth the Batman

“No more fear.”  

Much I marvelled this ungainly man to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy here

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet could fight the power of my toxin, they adhere

Bird or beast upon this hallowed earth, cannot help but adhere

Yet for Batman, “No more fear.”

“Batman!” said I “thing of evil! Undecided man or devil!

By that city all around us, by that city filled with peers

Tell me that you really think this, that it is not just your wish this,

That I never will wreak havoc, or my horrors volunteer –

That those fools will not be ravished by the horrors, volunteer.”

Quoth the Batman, “No more fear.”

“Be that phrase our sign of parting, man or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting

“Get thee back into the skyline of that city of austere!

Leave no Batarangs as token of that lie that you have spoken!

Leave me here, no vial unbroken! Leave me never to reappear!

Take your boot from out my face, and then please never reappear!”

Quoth the Batman, “No more fear.”

And the Batman, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

Perched and crouching, waiting there upon my broken chandelier

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming, makes his presence oh so clear

And the truth of my sweet toxin and my failed plans, oh so clear

It is written – no more fear.

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#this is such a silly thing but i got excited and wanted to post it just now!! <3 #finnie writes #jonathan crane #the scarecrow