THE TWISTING DECEIT

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▪︎ AUGIFT 2026 ▪︎

It's that time of year again— in an era of transactional pressure through our creative spaces, #Augift is an event to gift art and writing (or whatever other medium you prefer) to others with creative freedom, no time limit or obligation.

Augift runs on Instagram, Tumblr and Bluesky primarily, but you're welcome to use the tag across any platform you're on.

For info on how you can participate, the details and template are below ⬇️

STEP ONE

Post to your profile to your socials with the tag #Augift. Use the profile template provided, or you can create your own. You're welcome to alter and customise the provided template as long as credit is not removed. Remember to add that your followers/community have to comment on the post to be involved unless you're intending to pick your own giftees. Template is below, with my own as an example.

If you'd like to join my giftng list, please go to my own post.

Keep reading for step two and three.

was what i did right or was it wrong? well, that's a matter of opinion.

celebrating playing fallout: new vegas for 14 years and only just now beating it with the complicated story of my courier, rumor 10

bonus non-stylized bust:

And then there's a bit right at the end of the story as the wife and the husband are walking out of court:

Jill turned abruptly. "What is your name? Your real name."

The man's gray eyes flickered. He smiled a little, kind, gentle smile. "I'm afraid you would not be able to pronounce it. The sounds cannot be formed..."

Jill was silent as they walked along, deep in thought. The city lights were coming on all around them. Bright yellow spots in the gloom. "What are you thinking?" the man asked.

"I was thinking perhaps I will still call you Lester," Jill said. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind," the man said. He put his arm around her, drawing her close to him. He gazed down tenderly as they walked through the thickening darkness, between the yellow candles of light that marked the way. "Anything you wish. Whatever will make you happy."

And I. God. There's something there. A soupcon of monsterfuckery. To tell your partner in a moment of intimacy that yes, you're something so inhuman that the lips you're stealing can't speak your actual name. You're a parasite that not only had the ability to burrow under this man's skin and take over his life, but you were so desperate to escape a dead, dry, blasted planet that you did.