#Indigo fox len

[kagaminemodulesdaily]

☆Kagamine Modules of the day:

Kagamine Len Indigo Fox and Kagamine Rin Raspberry Fox designed by Tamura Hiro from Project DIVA!

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Today's Vocaloid derivative of the day is:

Kagamine Len: Indigo Fox/Aitetsu Youko from Project DIVA!

[idrawvocaloid]

Trick or treat!

treat! you get an Indigo Fox Kagamine Len! (x1)

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WELCOME 2 THE BLOG!!

꒰・🦴・꒱ WARNING; THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN FLASHING LIGHTS AND BRIGHT COLORS. IT'S A STRONG FACET OF MY IDENTITY!! ꒰・🦴・꒱

꒰・🦴・꒱ ABOUT ꒰・🦴・꒱:

NAME;; Kettu

NICKNAMES;; Kit, Neon, Pawppy, and if u r an old friend of mine u may know me as Julia!

PRONOUNS;; rawr/rawrs, it/its, soda/pop, nya/nyan, paw/paws, sparkle/dog/sparkledogs, and more [my gender hoard can also be found via the link in text]

SPECIES;; fox/wolf/angel/demon, sparkledog

AGE: bodily 19, always 12-15 {agefluid syskid}

꒰・🦴・꒱ FICTIONAL OTHERS꒰・🦴・꒱:

Amu Hinamori (Shugo Chara)

Ikuto Tsukiyomi (Shugo Chara)

Sans (Undertale) also some AUs of him!!

Direhowl (Palworld)

Bakugo (BNHA)

Miku (Vocaloid)

Rin (Vocaloid)

Len (Vocaloid)

Teto (UTAU)

Toru (Maid Dragon)

Lucoa (Maid Dragon)

Kyle (Animal Crossing)

Rambly Racoon (Indigo Park)

꒰・🦴・꒱ OBJECT PARTNERS ꒰・🦴・꒱:

Jae (Skelanimals wolf)

꒰・🦴・꒱ THIS BLOG IS ABOUT ꒰・🦴・꒱:

Self shipping

Scenemo

Sparkle furs

Furry shit in general!!

y2k

kidcore, webcore, other aesthetic and -core type stuff

꒰・🦴・꒱ LINKS ꒰・🦴・꒱:

Sys website

My carrd

SpaceHey

Buy a sparkle dog comm from me!!

꒰・🦴・꒱ BLOG WARNINGS ꒰・🦴・꒱:

Aside from what was warned about at the top this blog includes:

some discourse

drug use

furry x human, bodily adult syskid x minor f/o, and sentient feral x anthro self shipping!! **

some horny posting*

ALL WILL BE TAGGED ACCORDINGLY (see tag list below)

** see this post where I talk about it

꒰・🦴・꒱ TAG LIST ꒰・🦴・꒱:

#kettu posting -> normal chatter

#kettu arts -> my art!

#discoursey -> discourse topics

#after bark -> horny posts* (minors should block this tag, if i find a blog belonging to a minor interacting with posts tagged like this I will block them from both main and here)

#self ship -> self ship content!

#f/o -> same as above

#feral selfship -> feral (4 legged furry) selfshipping

#[*INSERT F/O NAME HERE*] -> I tag posts with my f/os name in them when it's about them. This includes reblogs if I'm thinking of a specific one or general posts!

#nepeta takeovfur -> my bestie headmate Nep posts something

I don't usually tag reblogs

*I am legally an adult and despite being a syskid I have the full capabilities of an adult such as consent for nsfw stuff.

꒰・🦴・꒱ THINGS I STAND FOR ꒰・🦴・꒱:

endogenic systems are real

shipcourse is forever stupid (dont label me as a stance either, im none of them including neutral. it makes me severely uncomfortable)

P.L.U.R for all!

pro paraphile but kids/animals/the dead cant consent

consent is key

harm reduction is the start to recovery

transspecies and transage/chronosian is valid

Some transIDs are harmful to transition to fully, and some shouldn't be used for fun

P.L.U.RQueer <- link goes to my MOGAI blog for edits to an archive.org page of our ____queer stance.

All syskids are different! some r literal kids and some arent, don't assume!

Some, not all, transIDs ARE harmful

from the river to the see, Palestine will be free 🇵🇸

tag your shit!

And most importantly:

[dremyink06]

(This is Yellow btw) To all of y'all: How's life?

[pantherloid]

Everywhere I look, I see him.

[kagaminemodules]

“Indigo Fox” by Hiro Tamura

[sleeplessinsouth]

“i’ve been eating whipped cream, havin’ vivid dreams of your face and through people on TV screens...” 

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yes this is Kagamine Len of #vocaloid. whipped cream by ari lennox got me thinking about him over and over. i don’t know if it’s really about Len or something else that is involved with him. •

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Ren gives @askfoxlen a head pat. Good dog... 

[askfoxlen]

[ Ask box: OPEN ]

“What is it you need to know? Whatever it may be, please feel free to ask~”

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Mega Mix Kagamine Len pride icons!

Free to use; reblogs appreciated!

[momtemplative]

Two Cans and a Very Long String.

(All photos from History.com. Fox photos/Getty images)

<<Author’s note: I’m remembering what happens when I make a commitment to write every week. Sometimes the words flow fluid and without obstacles, and sometimes, well, they really don’t. Such is the case with any new practice; it takes time to find a groove. 

Meanwhile, god-forsaken Caronavirus concern is permeating everything in our day-to-day world system right now, so writing about anything else feels vacuous and out-of-touch. But sitting down to write something on the current pandemic from a ‘unique’ (ha!) perspective (in a way that does NOT inspire the reader, or myself, to want to go and commit suicide) is a challenging task. I know I didn’t nail it, need more time to nail it. But here is a start...>>

I was lying in bed a few nights ago, in the drowsy place between awake and asleep that brims with lucid visuals. I was thinking about mothers, specific mothers from long ago, who lived through their own versions of ruthless and lethal pandemics—Black Plague, Scarlet Fever, Spanish Flu. The Big Ones. I could see these mothers in my mind, one after another, as they held their babies in stained swaddling clothes and rocked them in the dark.

It’s so easy to see these women from the past through the dusty, incompatible lens of time. (The Black Plague took place in the mid-fourteenth century!) But the Spanish Flu took place a mere century ago. There were light bulbs and phones and cars chugging down dusty roads. The Industrial Revolution was over and hygiene and sanitation were understood to prevent illness and disease. These were not the dark ages. My great-grandma, Emma lived through it. 

When I juxtapose her mother-life next to my own, I see that the world I live in may be evolved/evolving in states of everything from gender roles to technology, but does that brand of growth compete with a pandemic? 

If the view-lens we are using is that of simply mother-to-mother, though, I sense that our deepest, most unfeigned thoughts and feelings are universal. To clutch our babies close, to do everything in our power to keep them warm, fed, safe and loved—I bet even a mole rat mother feels those feelings.

So I lie there between my flannel bed sheets, on my right side, shoulder crammed into my ear as per habit, eyes closed like tiny projection screens, thinking of that.

In the time between sleep and morning, those thoughts percolated and wound up rooting someplace deep down. Alongside the catastrophic declarations that scream from every media device —”The coronavirus can't be contained! Are you ready??”— and the images of medical masks and quarantined crowds, I’m experiencing my own version of what-the-hell-is-going-on-here. Trying to keep one’s head on straight in the face of a litany of panic requires a full-time commitment to mindfulness. (Which, as far as I can tell, is a state of mind limited to gurus and saints.)  

The louder the commotion gets about the world’s impending doom, the more I feel a plumbed sense of longing rise from my gut like a military tank from over the horizon line. A yearning—yes, that is the word—to know what it was like for a mother one hundred years ago as she weathered far-worse conditions while continuing to care for her babies and her household. I want to know her. I want her to remind me of resiliency and the uncompromising strength of family and community. As four-year-old Ruthy says when there is something specific she wants to hear, ”SAY THE WORDS!” I want my long-dead great-grandma to tell me those words.

The pandemic we are currently facing feels like a very long string between two extremely far-off cans. (A telephone line though time, the Indigo Girls sang.) I can almost hear Emma’s quiet conversations with her husband while standing over a half-boiling tea kettle. Her middle-of-the-night prayers. Her timid reassurances to her young children, Harriet and Lewis. 

I sat down to do a light bit of research, hoping to fill in the cracked and pencil-sketched images of the landscape of 1918 in my mind. I attempted to time-travel through Google, searching, “Life during the Spanish Flu,” then “Parenting during the Spanish Flu.” I found jaundiced images of hundreds of hospital beds, lined up meticulously like cards in a game of memory. The white sheets rendered the individual bodies in each bed impossible to decipher. I stumbled on some photos of five young boys, in sooty, ill-fitting clothes, wearing camphor bags around their necks to ‘prevent the flu.’ There was one photo of a group of WWI military gurgling salt water in unison at Camp Dix . 

I soon realized that there was very little personal history that the tentacles of internet could reach. Nothing from day-to-day life. It was too far back. 

So I settled for history book-type content—The facts. Un-nuanced. Bone-dry and depressing. Apparently the Spanish Flu affected one-third of the world’s population. It was typical in that the mortality rate was high in children and the elderly, those with more vulnerable systems. What was NOT typical is that it also took down healthy, robust young adults. 

Oh what I would give for Emma’s journal of what it was like to keep her babies safe and alive. I need to know, if they were old enough, how much truth did she tell them? And what about the days, weeks, months held after the panic had cleared and the dust had settled. Had her insides changed at all? Did she retreat inward, become less trusting of the cosmos?

Mercy. From where I watch the panic swell around our current pandemic—COVID19—things look much less tragic than Emma must have had it. Foremost, regarding our flu, it seems children are being spared—only 3% are showing symptoms and, of that, only 2.5% are showing severe symptoms. Thus far, barely a sliver. It seems my Opal and Ruth will be spared this round. (Physically, at least.) I say that to myself like a prayer of gratitude. 

I wonder how many long days and nights Emma had to endure, unsure if Harriet and Lewis would be pardoned from the Spanish Flu. As one of the countless mamas who pioneered hell realms to carry evolution one more generation closer to my own—where I’ve lived quite comfortably and safe for forty-three years, mind you—she certainly warrants a few moments of consideration from her great-granddaughter.

Meanwhile, Ruth continues to pick her nose. (I have tried umpteen times to guide her hand gently from her nostril to the light of day, but it returns the moment I let go, as if spring-loaded.)

Meanwhile, Opal sang Ruth to sleep tonight while gently caressing her little sister’s nose with her pointer finger, the way you would do with the velveteen nose of a puppy.

Meanwhile, three brand-new-baby boys have been born in the last two months to people who are close to me.

Meanwhile, my money plant by the window is outgrowing us all.

Meanwhile, the time changed yesterday, throwing my ten-year-old into a tail-spin of exhaustion this morning.

Meanwhile, the bean seeds we planted last week have shot up, aimed at the window pane, as if attempting to upend their little roots and run free.

Meanwhile, the discord of the winter geese is still my favorite music.

Meanwhile, I have a multiple-week supply of mac and soups and oatmeal and peanut butter stowed downstairs, in case of quarantine. We figured we’d eat it either way.

Meanwhile, the sun still burns upwards. The deep-spring blue of the sky pays no mind to the humans who are hoarding sanitizing wipes below. 

Tonight is the full moon, the same moon that Emma gazed at out her window, a hundred years ago. It will hover on the surface of the nearby goose pond, like a coin that refuses to be pulled to the bottom of a wishing well.

March 9, 2020

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For the request thing... how 'bout Len in his indigo fox module?

his hair is the hardest thing to draw ever

[matron-maya-blog]

Indigo and Raspberry!! Get down from there! You guys are going to get hurt if you fall!

[dremyink06]

White edge would you smack senbu for 100 dollars?-KotetsuÒwÓ

EDGE NOOOOO

[silenthillmutual]

key

kiyotaka ishimaru: moth’s wings (passion pit)

mondo oowada: you may be right (billy joel)

noriaki kakyoin: heart of glass (blondie)

jotaro kujo: ocean man (ween)

apollo justice: closer to fine (indigo girls)

simon blackquill: everybody was kung-fu fighting (carl douglas)

genos: i am not a robot (marina and the diamonds)

metal bat tag: not decided

hal emmerich: skyfall (adele)

solid snake: 505 (arctic monkeys)

joseph joestar: believer (imagine dragons)

caesar zeppeli: on an evening in roma (dean martin)

okuyasu nijimura: steal my sunshine (len)

josuke higashikata: classic (mkto)

shigeo kageyama: sleepyhead (passion pit)

arataka reigen: sinnerman (nina simone)

shotaro kaneda: renegade (styx)

tetsuo shima: masterpiece theatre i (marianas trench)

vriska serket: bad karma (ida maria)

john egbert: the adventure (angels & airwaves)

alex shepherd: one more soul to the call (mary elizabeth mcglynn)

fox mulder: aliens exist (blink-182)

maka albarn: heads will roll (yeah yeah yeahs)