#k.c. enigmatic

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DON’T BE SAD, TOTALLY REAL DEFINITELY DIDNT DRAW THESE PSYCHONAUTS TV SHOW SCREENSHOTS, OKAY?

And these guys designs I’ve been putting off posting lol

Sasha is finally doing intern program and gets saddled with the crazy alien kid instead of the calm one—

These aren’t set in stone but here’s the idea (also Hollis needs an intern lol, I might make a new character so it isn’t entirely just camp kids, or maybe an Aquato kid)

Raz is Cher’s “assistant teacher” which is hell on earth for both Raz and Kitty.

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throws a full page of teen Raz doodles at you

@dammarchy211's teen Raz au has been bouncing around in my head and occupying my singular braincell.

(ft. K.C. Enigmatic and Dart because i love them)

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My Writing

Hi! I decided to be fancy and have a pinned post of my work. My name is K.C. Lannon, and I write magical books with a Gothic touch inspired by my love of classic Victorian literature and the faery novels I read growing up. I incorporate themes of redemption, grace, hope, and sacrifice into my work. 

I co-author the Winter’s Blight series with author @mcaquila. It’s a young adult fantasy series set in a future post-nuclear-bombed England, where faeries and humans are at war. It’s a coming-of-age story that follows 17-year-old Deirdre, a changeling with unstable magic, and human half-Romani brothers Iain and James Callaghan as they try to warn the Summer Court of a deadly attack their father, General Alan Callaghan, is leading.

Book 1: The Changeling’s Fortune, free to read online. 

Book 2: The Renegade Son 

Book 3: The Waking Magic 

Book 4: The Shattered Mirror

Book 5: The Thrall’s Gambit 

Book 6: The Stolen Vow 

Book 7: The Queen’s Winter

Prequel Book 1: Beasts of London. Follow one of the Winter’s Fae Blight series antagonists, the charming and enigmatic Cecil Morris (AKA the Master and the Cait Sidhe), set in Victorian London.

Tempest Cursed: A Wuthering Heights Retelling

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Loving him was like capturing an evening sky during the very last moments of sunlight on an August night.      Every light beam was as foggy and fleeting as the end of summer.   Falling for him was a bittersweet pill      faded pink like an evening sky in an Indian summer      worn down like the patches on his jacket It was a gradually discolored greying love, paradoxically bleak as dark storm clouds in springtime.      nostalgic and elusive as the flicker and flame of a bright orange blaze with five seconds left before it drops beneath the green grassy mountains surrounding the tranquility of a small-town valley.      Rising across the sea           across the world                much too far away from the microcosm containing my naïve and sheltered heart.      Slipping right out of my grasp like raindrops      Flitting away like a butterfly           or better yet, like a restless heart.      Falling out of sight like the way his hazel eyes dropped so effortlessly from my gaze           Locking away my heart and making it look so easy                so effortless                     so seamless                          so chic                               so thoughtless                                    to haunt me. Whatever it was, I can't name it. Something all-encompassing, transcendent of the swirled around and tossed up, mixed together and scrambled apart scrapbook collages of love and lust, rearranged to reflect the contradictions of selflessness and hunger, estrangement and friendship, hope and compromise.      Scalded by burning smoke and fire, desperate confusion, and the intuitive certainty that I've never been so sure of anything in my life.      The fulfillment of breathing in heartbreak like oxygen           blissfully drinking that warm comfortable self-delusion like water.      Anxiously overjoyed, overwhelmed with a false sense of newness           of rekindles possibilities                of foolishly renewed faith. The absurd inconsistency between idealistic yearning      and becoming forgotten as an old wrinkled flannel in the back of his closet. The unnamed link between us was inexplicable as the speed of light      enigmatic as the spans of time and space in which we dwell           like a gravitational pull                or divinity itself. But he broke the spell just the same. So deliberately. So cool and calculated and hopelessly endearing as always. The nature of his love was ephemeral as it was intense. Incongruent as his sleepily electric presence. His shy self-assuredness. His individuality in a sea of identical non-conformists. The way he subverted subversion. His enviably confident quiet, his silent strength, his invisible yet unmistakable power. His unforgettable imprints on my heart. The way that I could still trace the outlines of his every tattoo in my sleep. The way that I could still locate every rip on his skinny black jeans with my eyes closed. The way that I can still replay his gentle laugh from memory and recite his hopes and dreams into the empty wind. The way that I still think of him when I hear his favorite song, still hope to see him again every time I know I won't, still write poetry about him while he writes songs about everything in a world where the door was open wide for me before slamming, shutting, locking. The way that I somehow knew him before I ever even met him, before I knew his name or heard his voice or learned that anybody's eyes could dance with such luminance. The way that I can't understand how a multiverse ever existed in which I lived and breathed without knowing his smile, his soul, his mind, his delicate frame, the kind sensitivity in his voice, his modestly overwhelming spirit.      A multiverse in which I never knew the vintage Sharpie sketches on his oldest pair of Vans      in which I never admired his smooth pale skin contrasting against the backdrop of his midnight black hair      in which I never imagined that anyone could perfuse my lungs with such wildly aromatic romanticism while simultaneously taking all of it away. The way his eyes were like open books with secrets scribbled on every page. Every single scary beautiful maddening reason not to fall in love. His slender hand slipped out of mine before I could notice his absence.  His love for me falling through the cracks in the heart that I gave to him. Each crack so subtle. Too subtle for me to ever suspect the inconspicuous breaking of an uncontrollably intoxicated heart. A formerly beating heart turned to stone by the destructive hurricane of his picture-perfect finitely requited love of the dreams I drew in dynamic neons and spring pastels.      Candy-coated essence of flawlessness.      Wish upon a shimmering star. He was the sugary sweet epitome of my technicolor rainbow visions.  I never knew about its fixed rations      its sensitivity to each passing second           its intrinsic intertwinement with a ticking time bomb. The embedded clock, the inherent vanishing act of love, the inevitable ghosts of who we were in one tiny tailor-made moment.  Shadows of two divergent spirits. Briefly collided. A chemical reaction frozen in time. I should have known that the sun sets on the brightest of fairytales.       hearts travel           castles crumble                night settles in.      A September sunset lasts not three minutes. Falling in love with him was like watching the sunset.

"Sunset"; K.C. Raniero Poetry

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Tribe Series 2 – Latest Report – Week 22

Production of Tribe Series 2 has now entered its 22nd week of principal photography, and Monday 24th January was the 107th day of filming! There are only two weeks left of principal photography and the production process itself finishes on Friday February 4th, which will be the end of the 23rd week of production, an almost six month shoot which is a very long time! After being back from holiday for a week everyone has settled back into the routine of shooting very nicely. The days have been really hot, so the entire cast has been enjoying the weather and making the most of us having a swimming pool at the Cloud 9 production centre, an ideal place to cool off during a break between filming.. Meryl Cassie (EBONY) got a little closer to the water than she had hoped when Ari Boyland (K.C), Ashwath Sundaresan (Dal) and others threw her in the swimming pool when she was still fully clothed! Luckily for them, Meryl wasn’t shooting that day and was able to dry off! Tuesday was a parallel day with one unit shooting in the studio and another on location at a farm. There was about 70 cast filming on that busy day. The earliest pick-up last week was 6.35am for Samuel Wallace who plays a new character in Series 2 called Wolf. The latest was for Vanessa Stacey (ALICE) at 8.50am. The day wrapped at about 7pm.

Some of the guest cast members this week included, Lips, Teeth and Dimples, who are some new and quite enigmatic and wacky characters who appear later on in Series 2. We have a sneaky picture here in the Location Report this week of Lips, Teeth and Dimples in action but we can`t say any more for now, our lips are sealed… Members of cast have been interviewed at the Cloud 9 production centre and talk about themselves, their characters and The Tribe. These interviews will be appearing on Tribeworld soon and follow the popular Christmas and Millennium interviews that went on Tribeworld during the Christmas holidays. In the past few days, members of cast have also been rehearsing for their appearance on Saturday 29th January at the Westpac Stadium in Wellington before an anticipated crowd of 30,000 people. The cast will perform two songs from the Tribe album - "Abe Messiah" and "This is the place" during an intermission between a major Australian Rules Football match that is being played at the new stadium. All are looking forward to the appearance and to honing their dancing and singing in the days leading up to Saturday. Next week, there will be some feedback from the cast and photos about how the evening went so check here at Tribeworld for more details! Next week (from 31st January) is the last week of production and there will be a special Location Report with extra photos and info about the last few days of shooting Tribe Series 2. The weather last week (Monday 17th January - Friday 21st January) was as follows: Monday: Cloudy with northerly winds Tuesday: Occasional showers. Northerlies easing. Wednesday: Morning cloud. Hot afternoon. Thursday: Fine, hot and sunny. Friday: Mainly fine with light winds.

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Do You Listen To Wedding Event Bells?

Tony Soprano is just one of the best intriguing and enigmatic characters in the background of television. Both styles clash with each other in Jessica Bruder's Nomadland, a book spurted around through customers at The New York Moments Bruder stated at the Wisconsin Publication Festival, "the. economy is a wreck," and also takes place to rail against money grubbing employers who do not intend to be worthwhile perks and fund retirement funds. The occurrence from flavor ailments in Australian kids can be three times above the level defined due to the World Health Organization (WHICH) as a primary hygienics situation, brand new UNSW analysis has actually found. Besides being an exciting tale, this manual could additionally nudge little ones in the direction of being actually even more accepting of putting on various clothes for unique events. That is slutaataformycket.Info registered as the absolute most popular TV shows ever before and is actually considered the profits of Elvis Presley using that dark natural leather jumpsuit and playing standards like Jailhouse Stone, Heartbreak Accommodation, One Night, not Heartless to Be, Are You Lonesome Tonight? Carter makes no effort to increase any sort of such concerns - though Nalcor, under Stan Marshall, has actually created no secret from the cost of Muskrat power or that the issue could be additional exacerbated by continuing price overruns. Father's Time is actually an event to acknowledge the affection and also dedication that dads continually offer his kid or little ones.

Homes and also History Gone: The East End might possessed possessed its own troubles but there was actually a spirit as well as individuality in the windy roads, edge pub as well as row houses that lay cheek to dewlap and also welcomed welcoming conversations at the front door or over the rear wall surface. In their successful grant treatment they composed, observing Odum, Johnson and also Gordon's hint, that prisoners, "Tossed on their very own sources for home entertainment still sing, particularly the long-lasting captives which have actually been restricted for several years and that have certainly not but been actually affected by jazz music and also the broadcast, the distinctive old-fashioned tunes." They toured Texas prison farms taping work songs, falters, ballads, and also blues off prisoners like James "Iron Scalp" Baker, Mose "Clear Rock" Platt, as well as Lightnin' Washington Rarely were all those who the Lomaxes tape-recorded put behind bars, having said that: in various other areas, they taped K.C. Gallaway and Henry Truvillion. Uncle Roger and also Auntie Olivia and also the Account Gal came by very early for the time; as well as Peter came too, with his beaming, early morning face, to become hailed along with delight, for our company had hesitated that Peter would certainly not be able to spend Christmas along with our company. His mommy had actually wished him residence with her. I think the planet's gravity gets more powerful over time as well as at times this obtains sped up due to catastrophes Experts only recently found that Neanderthals really did not go out and also some individuals have up to 4% Caveman in them. Looking at the life of the business happening, she cannot help yet to think about, '1 day, I will definitely be listed below! I firmly feel there is actually a ton of hidden background in the canyon. My granny has actually always chosen more traditional covereds, and that's why I bonded with my uncle over our shared passion for cheesecake. Let them recognize that failing is actually not a trouble, that not trying once again is. Teach them about renowned people which neglected tons of times just before they obtained this straight. Nalcor (the not regulated manager) will certainly market Muskrat Tumbles electrical power to Newfoundland and also Labrador Hydro (a regulated subsidiary of Nalcor) under what is actually known as an Energy Purchase Arrangement (PPA).

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Talkin to your arch nemesis on the phone like a teenage girl talking to her gal friend

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Discussing Halloween costumes

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Older au! This round, the college fucks. Dart, Bobby, Benny, maybe like one or two other campers, and my oc K.C. who I haven’t talked about At All all go to the same state or community college!

Aaaand a little (now belated lol) birthday gift to @quigley-yy !!!!!!!

Our Razes together per requested 😎 I had a lot of fun drawing this! They r soso funny cool to me. I might color this later or smth just for fun tbh

(Okay more au stuff mostly Dart stuff under the cut)

So what I’ve decided w/ Dart for an overall theme is that there IS gonna be a foil with Raz, except instead of it being like good and evil it’s more like, powerful kid psychic origins trying to chase “adventure” and psychic endeavors v.s. It following them no matter how far you run from it, y’know? Dart is (trying to be) a normal college student lmaooo.

As for backstory I wanted something like, sci-fi-ly fucked up, so like clone of a dead (probably evil) person or some sort of fucked up reanimated as a baby type creature. I’d say maybe a mix of both but then I’d just be making Owl House Grimwalker 2 gjjfkfhfj

Dart, and by association Bobby n Benny, aren’t like Main Characters in the au, but probably would be prreetty plot relevant. As for Bobby n Benny themselves, they are the college dumbasses, I feel like their images are pretty self explanatory, and I’ll talk more about K.C. in an actual post about her lol

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Backlog of oc stuff

Bud (blue girl the middle of the last picture) belongs to @jujuluumuu

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OKAY NOW THE INFO see the character here!!

They’re not apart of the big C.R.I.M.E-psychonauts plot, so they’re mostly for fun, but they do have a backstory! It’s mostly a tongue and cheek tragic Victorian child type backstory—

K.C. Was an orphan by a man and a woman in Europe, and when he was only five, her parents “died in the old coal mine explosion”. They were then sent to live with their adoptive grandmother on her farm before their grandmother was “befallen by consumption” when K.C. Was 6 or 7. Having no adoptive family left in Europe, they returned to the U.S. and eventually started going to whispering rock! They’re gooooood friends with with Dogen!

In the terms of older aus, they would mmaybe do the internet program as a teen, and go to the same college as Bobby, Benny, and Dart as an 18 y/o! They would become more important in the 10 years future au, and they’re still besties with Dogen lol

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Featured Post: Taboo Daddy by K.C. Crowne

About Taboo Daddy by K.C. Crowne 15 years age gap? It's naughty. It's taboo. It's scandalous. It's.... happening. Noah was my cocky forty-year-old client. Dark. Enigmatic. Incurably broken... And.... incurably fine. But, the beast in the perfectly tailored suite turns out to have a soft side. And he's one h*ll of a devoted father. I know I know..It's wrong... The young and innocent city girl, with a big mouth... And a forty-year single dad with a big... ego. A scandal is the last thing my family needs. And Noah has more enemies than I can count. But the pink bars on the screen tell me this that little secret... Won't stay little for very long. This Erotica book is available in these Formats: eBook Buy Book Here. Read the full article

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Featured Post: Taboo Daddy by K.C. Crowne

About Taboo Daddy by K.C. Crowne 15 years age gap? It's naughty. It's taboo. It's scandalous. It's.... happening. Noah was my cocky forty-year-old client. Dark. Enigmatic. Incurably broken... And.... incurably fine. But, the beast in the perfectly tailored suite turns out to have a soft side. And he's one h*ll of a devoted father. I know I know..It's wrong... The young and innocent city girl, with a big mouth... And a forty-year single dad with a big... ego. A scandal is the last thing my family needs. And Noah has more enemies than I can count. But the pink bars on the screen tell me this that little secret... Won't stay little for very long. This Erotica book is available in these Formats: eBook Buy Book Here. Read the full article