autumn, Her work-in-progress

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aka yuriographer she/it/pup | twenty-six-year-old transsexual puppydyke pervert and Her sweet submissive | erotic horror author | world's most disorganized system | no minors 🪡 for jace posting (they/them)

autumn mirror selfie! she is wearing a purple t-shirt with artwork of kumatora from mother 3, tucked into a pair of short jean shorts. she is doing a peace sign and (important!!!) is very fuzzy :3
a small plush puppy, with brown fur and big floppy ears and a yellow kerchief and shes sitting soooooo cutely and sweetly
edited screenshot of UNDERTALE, with sand saying, ominously, "human... i remember you're genocides."
I want you to write for pleasure—to play. Just listen to the sounds and rhythms of the sentences you write and play with them, like a kid with a kazoo. This isn't "free writing," but it's similar in that you're relaxing control: you're encouraging the words themselves the sounds of them, the beats and echoes—to lead you on. For the moment, forget all the good advice that says good style is invisible, good art conceals art. Show off! Use the whole orchestra our wonderful language offers us! Write it for children, if that's the way you can give yourself permission to do it. Write it for your ancestors. Use any narrating voice you like. If you're familiar with a dialect or accent, use it instead of vanilla English. Be very noisy, or be hushed. Try to reproduce the action in the jerky or flowing movement of the words. Make what happens happen in the sounds of the words, the rhythms of the sentences. Have fun, cut loose, play around, repeat, invent, feel free.
a large spoonful of golden curry held over a full pot of the stuff. it is brownish-orange in color, with diced chunks of yellow potatoes, carrots, and chicken thigh
Poster for Kennel Club chapter three. The surface of mars is seen through the window of a shuttle in its orbit. Text reads: Portia's first scrimmage goes about as well as expected. Mechsploitation Sexual assault Urination Transphobia 3,400 words
an exchange on twitter: milkton you ever get so tired you start seeing spiders P.P. Wiener Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man milkton THE WHO P.P. Wiener Oh this not a safe space suddenly
"Hmm. There is just a little bit of inflammation, but it's not so bad." Grace did her best to hold her tongue still and hold in her drool while Doctor—was she actually a doctor?—Szynski poked around in her mouth with two gloved fingers and shone a flashlight at the back of her throat. She never liked the texture of nitrile, all powdery and goose-bumped. The doctor moved her fingers under Grace's tongue; pushed it up to the roof of her mouth and looked at its underside. "I can give you some antibiotics for that, if you want. New stuff." Grace gave a little negatory grunt, and shook her head. The last time the doc had given her antibiotics, she broke out all over in rashes and was itchy for days. It was awful. "Sorry, I'll hold the questions. I'm almost done here. God, you've gotta get to a dentist soon... You sure you don't want the antibiotics? I'll throw in an extra hundred today." She removed her fingers from Grace's mouth, peeled off the gloves, and wheeled over to her drawer. "Look, I dunno, you remember last time—" "These are totally different!" The doc pulled out a little vial and a few packets of syringes and needles. Grace bristled, but Dr. Szynski waved a hand and blew a curt raspberry. "I know, I know, but maybe you could convince your girl to help you out with it. Doesn't she do injections?" "Yeah, but-" "Perfect! How about an extra one-fifty, for the phobia? Plus the two hundred when you bring the survey back, of course." Grace took a sharp breath in. "Fine." The doctor gave her a look that was becoming familiar. Her hazel eyes softened, blinking more frequently. Her thin mouth drew thinner as she tucked in her lips. Grace interpreted it as a sort of pity, decidedly not solidarity; a light concern, but not concern enough to act beyond her own self-interest. Her face shifted again, and she busied herself with paperwork, before Grace could change her mind.
lyrics from Talking Heads' "The Great Curve" She has messages for everyone She is moving by remote control Hands that guide her are invisible
autumn's favorites on letterboxd: Stop Making Sense, I Saw the TV Glow, Portrait of a Lady on Fire, and Speed Racer
Noun Sense: the penis of a trans woman Synonyms • clit • clitoris • femcock • femdick (uncommon) • girlcock • girldick • princess wand • shecock • shenis • strapless • strap-off • trannycock • giriglock • gock • hen • ladybits • ladyparts • ladystick
the surface of mars is seen through the window of a shuttle in its orbit. text to the right of this reads: Kennel Club, chapter two Portia meets her new colleagues, and quickly finds herself out of her depth. Tags: Mechsploitation, Lesbian ogling, Vomiting 3,700 words
four-paneled comic panel 1: mario jumpman mario doing his signature jump panel 2: a stick figure eating cereal, claiming "he will never ballin'" panel 3: mario jumpman mario is ballin' panel 4: the stick figure does a cereal spit-take in surprise
poster for Love Me Again by yuriographer, art by zisa li a small girl reaches a hand upward as she falls into an unseen abyss. the title stretches down behind her, with "AGAIN" repeated ad nauseam
screenshot from spongebob. he is pointing at a tv commercial featuring the very top of hos head in the far background
the surface of mars is seen through the window of a shuttle in its orbit. text to the right of this reads: Kennel Club, chapter one Portia Zayas has only one tournament left to escape free agency and sign with an MCS franchise. Tags: Mechsploitation, Combat Sports, Financial Abuse 3,600 words
paperback copy (50th anniversary edition) of The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin. three silhouetted figures stand in a row in front of two planets, one scarlet, one blue. the figure in the middle has two faces, each looking at one of the others flanking it—it is colored in a gradient from red to green to blue and back again, and its fellows red and green and blue and green. from a slit in the center figure, a smaller figure is walking and gazing at the larger three.
a copy of Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir, lit by a blue reading light.
autumn mirror selfie! she is wearing a button up with pink blue white and green vertical stripes of varying sizes
a series of keysmashes sent by mabel after reading the newest love me again chapter
poster for Love Me Again by yuriographer, art by zisa li a small girl reaches a hand upward as she falls into an unseen abyss. the title stretches down behind her, with "AGAIN" repeated ad nauseam
dizzy puppy emoji
"Books no one reads go; books people read go after a while. But they all go. Books are mortal. They die. A book is an act; it takes place in time, not just in space. It is not information, but relation. PAN: This is the kind of conversation they always have in utopia. I set you up and then you give interesting, eloquent, and almost entirely convincing replies. Surely we can do better than that! ARC: Well, I don't know, aunt. What if I asked the questions? What if I asked you if you had considered my peculiar use of the word "safe," and if you had considered the danger of storing up information as you do in your society? PAN: Well, I— ARC: Who controls the storage and the retrieval? To what extent is the material there for anyone who wants and needs it, and to what extent is it "there" only for those who have the information that it is there, the education to obtain that information, and the power to"
a four-axis chart: on the x-axis is sapphic deathtrap(left) to snowflake succubus (right) on the y-axis is chuuni moe (bottom) to fae fatale (top)
three usernames of ao3 users who left kudos: sapphic_deathtrap, fae_fatale, and snowflakesuccubus
lyrics from "Have I Got a Girl for You" from COMPANY "What do you like, you like coming home to a kiss? Somebody with a smile at the door? What do you like, you like indescribable bliss? Then what do you want to get married for? What do you like, you like laughter filling your days Somebody on your side ever more? What do you like, you like constant showers of praise? Then what do you want to get married for? What do you want to get married for? What do you want to get married for? What do you want to get married for?"
major arcana card THE STARS the image shows a black cat stretching at the bank of a pond, as stars rain down from the sky—emanating from a large eight-pointed star—and next to a cluster of lit candles
Boiling broths on the stove filled with veggies and meat
prepped hot pot spread: brown and white beech mushrooms, potatoes, bok choy, onions, canned broth, and noodles
lyrics to "The Ladies Who Lunch" from COMPANY, as performed by Elaine Stritch "And here's to the girls who just watch Aren't they the best? When they get depressed, it's a bottle of scotch Plus a little jest Another chance to disapprove Another brilliant zinger Another reason not to move Another vodka stinger I'll drink to that"
Watching Christina fuck her mom was enshrined into Lia's routine alongside everything else. She didn't dread it though-- far from it, she waited with breathless anticipation all day long. And after only a handful of identical days, the routine became ritual; a practiced sequence of devotion and quiet observation. The longer the cycle stretched on, the easier it was for Lia to collapse completely into her new identity, to allow herself to be guided by her mom and Ms. Morris.
a discord message from pup on discord her display name is pup, with a pup tag next to it. her pfp is art of leafeon. the message is an emote of a dog sitting
autumn top nine games list mother 3 donkey kong country 2 deltarune space funeral corru.observer super smash bros. melee celeste metroid dread balatro my9games.com
famous transgender ally chiitan liking this post about an imagined all trans casting of into the woods
lesbian pride flag minimum pixel size 20 maximum pixel size 440 number of rectangles 13 color range about 80%
post that is 13 characters over the character limit (into the woods) into her bush to suck her cock, from base to tip with just my lip into her bush to lick her balls and suckle on her titties into her bush to suck her cock to lick her balls to gag on shaft to kiss the perineum into her bush! into her bush! into her bush, and out of her bush until she fuckin cums
a copy of Always Coming Home by Ursula K. Le Guin. the cover shows a painting of a vast expanse of land dotted with various flora, and a pair of houses that peek up from the hills. a gray owl flies overhead.
Excerpt from Moneyball: "There was no avoiding just how important the 2002 amateur draft was for the future of the Oakland A's. The Oakland A's survived by finding cheap labor. The treatment of amateur players is the most glaring of the many violations of free market principles in Major League Baseball. A team that drafts and signs a player holds the rights to his first seven years in the minor leagues and his first six in the majors. It also enjoys the right to pay the player far less than he is worth. For instance, the Oakland A's were able to pay their All-Star pitcher Barry Zito $200,000 in 2000, $240,000 in 2001, and $500,000 in 2002 (when he would win the Cy Young Award as the best pitcher in the American League) because they had drafted him in 1999. For his first three years of big league ball, Zito was stuck; for his next three years he could apply for salary arbitration, which would bump him up to maybe a few million a Us year but would still keep him millions below the $10-$15 million a year he could get for himself on the open market. Not until 2007, after he had been in the big leagues for six years, would Barry Zito, like any other citizen of the republic, be allowed to auction his services to the highest bidder. At which point, of course, the Oakland A's would no longer be able to afford Barry Zito. That's why it was important to find Barry Zito here, in the draft room, and obtain him for the period of his career when he s could be paid the baseball equivalent of slave's wages."
a copy of Moneyball by Michael Lewis the cover shows a hand gripping a baseball with the title stitched on it
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screenshot of the top section of the wikipedia article for "Farm team" "In sports, a farm team (also referred to as farm system, developmental system, feeder team, or nursery club) is generally a team or club whose role is to provide experience and training for young players, with an agreement that any successful players can move on to a higher level at a given point, usually in an association with a major-level parent team."
three firefox tabs: insect physiology - wikipedia ingratiate - google search organ (biology) - wikipedia
new video notification for Lindsay Ellis on nebula "Is There Still a Very Special Place in Hell for Matt Stone and Trey Parker?"
excerpt from The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut "At the hospital they even had to explain to Unk that there was a radio antenna under the crown of his skull, and that it would hurt him whenever he did something a good soldier wouldn't ever do. The antenna also would give him orders and furnish drum music to march to. They said that not just Unk but everybody had an antenna like that-doctors and nurses and four-star generals included. It was a very democratic army, they said. Unk guessed that was a good way for an army to be. At the hospital they gave Unk a small sample of the pain his antenna would stick him with if he ever did anything wrong. The pain was horrible. Unk was bound to admit that a soldier would be crazy not to do his duty at all times."
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excerpt from The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut "Well—not everything," said Rumfoord. "She wouldn't let me tell her everything. What little I did tell her quite spoiled her appetite for more. "I—I see," said Constant, not seeing at all. "Yes," said Rumfoord genially, "I told her that you and she were to be married on Mars." He shrugged. "Not married exactly—" he said, "but bred by the Martians—like farm animals"
a copy of The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut. the cover is pink, with a cluster of three yellow eyes in the bottom left corner next to the title
buildyourdynamic.com quiz results YOUR ARCHETYPE The Mannequin SUBMISSIVE-LEANING PUPPET ROPE BUNNY Bound and blank. Restraint silences your body, control silences your mind. You disappear into perfect stillness. YOUR PARTNER The Sovereign DOMINANT-LEANING DEGRADER SADIST You rule through pain and psychological devastation. Every strike lands twice - once on the body, once in the mind
autumn selfie. she is wearing a black hat with white lettering that says "WOKE" she looks up at it with big wet puppy eyes. behind her the lesbian and trans flags are hanging on the wall also marcy is sleeping there but shes hidden behind autumn's head
pov: u are autumn reading the ebook version of princess pincushion at the bus stop
veggie soup for #MyInjuredWife. it is cream of mushroom with celery carrots potatoes beans onions garlic and corn
lyrics from do it again by steely dan "all the time, you know she's smilin' / you'll be on your knees tomorrow"
gcucks booklet
Syl can't say anything more. She's gasping for air in between wails that sound more like howls. She wants so desperately for Neima to go further; to show Syl just how much of a failure she thinks she is. Maybe even to snuff her out completely. She would deserve it, for all she's done. But she can't ask. She won't admit what she needs. Better to shrink away from it-hide in the bushes, wait for her Handler to give instruction; to set her free.
underlined excerpt from Orlando by Virginia Woolf: For this lady resembled nothing so much as a hare; a hare startled, but obdurate; a hare whose timidity is overcome by an immense and foolish audacity; a hare that sits upright and glowers at its pursuer with great, bulging eyes; with ears erect but quivering, with nose, pointed, but twitching.
underlined excerpt from Orlando by Virgina Woolf: Every single thing, once he tried to dislodge it from its place in his mind, he found thus cumbered with other matter like the lump of glass which, after a year at the bottom of the sea, is grown about with bones and dragon-flies, and coins and the tresses of drowned women. "Another metaphor, by Jupiter!" he would exclaim as he said this (which will show the disorderly and circuitous way in which his mind worked and explain why the oak tree flowered and faded so often before he came to any conclusion about Love).
buggie the cat hanging out on autumn's lap while she works on a rough draft. he is nuzzling up to her tummy as she scratches his neck ^^
a highlighted passage from page 22 of Orlando: "Such was his shyness that he saw no more of her than her ringed hand in water; but it was enough. It was a memorable hand; a thin hand with long fingers always curling as if round orb or sceptre; a nervous, crabbed, sickly hand; a commanding hand; a hand that had only to raise itself for a head to fall; a hand, he guessed, attached to an old body that smelt like a cupboard in which furs are kept in camphor; which body was yet caparisoned in all sorts of brocades and gems; and held itself very upright though perhaps in pain from sciatica; and never flinched though strung together by a thousand fears; and the Queen's eyes were light yellow."
a paperback copy of Orlando by Virgina Woolf. the cover is an extreme close-up painting of water lillies
comment left by ao3 user fae_fatale on bunkmates "Very fun read! Very clear vision, remarkable restraint, and straddles the line of realistic and indulgent very very well. Masturbation habits can be hard to break, no matter what gets in the way of them, and while I'd be curious to see this line of sisterhood crack and shatter, seeing it tested like this is just as delightful."