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The deceased with the least 💀 Maker of films 📽️ writer of books 📚 agent of chaos Afro-Indigenous 🩸 Trans 🩸 Autistic 🩸 he/him Current WIPs: Queer Vampire Novel *editing* Pie-Eye, a surreal novelette *editing* Invisible Man WIP *drafting*

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · May 27

Let's make it official! Meet the Vampire WIP

Hurt, & bleed, &, fuck, & fear. Fear it all. Feel it all
🩸Interview with the Vampire x Hannibal🩸

Gay wrongs
Blood & lust
What are morals?

A gothic novel about a man who feels nothing and a vampire who feels it all.
They yearn so hard it’s embarrassing

An art collage compiled of images, classical paintings, and photos. The bottom is of two naked men. One is biting the other's neck. Each of them is held by a hand one of them covered in blood. In the background is the black and white tower of a castle. On the upper left is the image of Adam Driver pulling his hair and on the left of a man with pale skin and long light hair covering half his face. The lower part is in shades of beige and cream and the top is all in black and white. The image is very moody and evokes the atmosphere of vampires from classic gothic novels.

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 9h

I will be contributor in the 10th Anniversary Kylux Zine. Super excited about it!

If we sell 20 more copies the issue will be expanded too. Can't wait to show you what I'm working on!

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 10h

Dungeon, tomb, same difference, right?

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Suddenly, the wall moves, revealing a narrow passage behind it. The scent intensifies, but I get distracted by the pull at my chest. Insistent.
On the corridor’s walls, tarnished iron hands hold up torches. When I step in, they light up as if by magic, following me as I walk deeper into the passage. The walls are dripping with condensation, the path below me slippery and glistening. I struggle not to slip, holding onto the moist walls to steady myself. They feel strangely warm to the touch, but I don’t linger, my curiosity propelling me forward. The further I go, the tighter I feel.
The path ends abruptly, a sea of darkness in its way. Suddenly, one by one, the torches light themselves along a cave wall. The chamber that opens before me is so large that the firelight barely reaches its center. But something is there, quietly glinting in the gloom.
The pull comes from there. I can feel it distinctly. It tugs a bit, as if it were trying to say hello. I don’t resist. I only follow.
A wooden throne stands in the center. Its design is simple, but it looks impossibly old.
And on it sits a statue.
It is—I don’t even know where to start—let’s just say different. Looking at it, I’m both entranced and appalled.

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 2d

Can you relate? I also feel like my bag of flesh is not meant for me.

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Sometimes I wondered if I couldn’t sleep because I never seemed to feel truly comfortable in my body. It’s not that I had an issue with any particular part; this bag of flesh just never felt like home. Even as a kid, I struggled to move my limbs the way I intended. They’re lean and lanky, sure—some might even say extremely so—but that didn’t explain why I never seemed to be able to use them properly. It’s like a piece is missing, the one that’s supposed to connect my brain to my limbs.

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 2d

Me when I finally get top surgery

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 3d

I love a sentient building!

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Since the shrinking candle isn’t doing the best job at lighting the cellar, I push my headphones off, listening intently.
Nothing.
The silence though, it’s eerie and unusual. Had it been like this before?
I’ve lived in the city my whole life, a place constantly filled with noise, even in the middle of the night. Yet here, there’s absolutely nothing. No dogs barking in the distance, no annoying pop music coming from a nearby store, not even wind howling through the cracks of the windows.
But in the silence of this room, with the door still closed, it feels like there’s someone here with me.
The feeling of being watched intensifies. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I can feel warmth radiating from behind me. I turn quickly but all I see is the earthen wall. Heat suddenly rises from below so I lean down, placing my hand on the soil. It feels strangely warm and supple. Almost like it’s alive.

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 3d

I love a sentient building!

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 4d

I love vampire powers!

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“Maybe just tell me what it feels like for you now,” he says gently. I had never reflected on these thoughts, not even in the privacy of my own mind. Yet Astaire’s curiosity encourages me to utmost sincerity.
“It is the fear I dread most,” I begin, “the moment they sense peril. As a child, none suspected me, but when I grew to my full stature, I sensed their mortal terror as soon as I was near.”
“You feel their emotions as you kill them?” His eyes furrow again, I want to soothe them with a touch, but restrain the urge.
“Yes… when I was human, I sensed their emotions as I hunted them. Once turned, my own emotions became entangled with their memories, indistinguishable.”

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 4d

What is if you feel the fear as you hunt them?
I love vampire powers 🦇

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 6d

I love October 🎃

#themummy #halloween

Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 7d

I use the word river exclusively to refer to blood in this novel 🩸
Vampires and all....

The stream turns into a river. An ocean of time and torment inundating every fissure.
The ichor remembers the first breath, the last scream.
It sees all. It knows all.
Bones break like crushed ice in summertime.
Scraping and dry.
Gilded, resplendent, it’s soothed with a gentle caress.
Ribs pierce breathless lungs into the tallest cathedral. Built to rejoice to the secrets of existence.
Whispered lies and mumbled truths fill it until it bursts.
Once the breath escapes, the heart starts to sing its repetitive song. But not the song of life. No. Only of death.

Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 7d

luckily there is plenty more!

Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 7d

I use the word river exclusively to refer to blood in this novel 🩸
Vampires and all....

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 8d

A whole scene for some sneaking today.

Beauty and the Beast style forbidden wing and wrecked room.

🥀

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The room is completely wrecked. Like someone dragged random furniture from a dump and then trashed everything meticulously. Every single thing inside is broken. Remnants of curtains hang in front of a large filthy window that barely lets sunlight in from outside. There are piles of what looks like shredded wood, cloth, metal, and other unidentifiable materials all over. It smells odd. Not bad, exactly, but before I can place it, I hear muffled sounds nearby. I freeze on the spot, my instincts screaming at me to hide. But there’s nothing left whole enough to crouch behind.
I stop breathing, straining to pinpoint the sound’s origin. I realize, thankfully, they’re originating from the room next door. I move toward it, careful not to make the old wood creak below me. It’s more of a challenge to squeeze through the piles of broken furniture without making any sounds. Difficult, but not impossible, and I manage to get closer. As I put my ears on the wall, its cold surface makes me shiver. Trying to concentrate as intently as I can, I hear words coming from a deep voice.

“I underst… No, I do not…” it says quietly, followed by a pause and then footsteps.
I only pick up short snippets, but I can tell that it’s just one man speaking.
“I shall see to it. Do not worry, master.” The voice is clearer now. But before I can hear more, it starts to break up again, seemingly because the speaker is moving away from my vantage point. “…not know this human. Bayard requested…”

Even though it’s hard to recognize the intonation through the wall, the words sound almost defensive now. Then there’s a long pause until the footsteps come closer again.
“I beg, trust me, master,” the voice pleads very clearly now.
I hear something I can’t make out and then a sharp-pitched squeaking that sounds like metal being squeezed dry. The slamming of a door makes me jump, and I have to hold a hand in front of my mouth not to make a sound. Loud footsteps storm down the hallway,

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eri (e.m. caro) @authoremcaro.com · 8d

Two weeks on NetGalley! 🎉

Many, many readers, booksellers, & librarians have snapped this up! (LOTS 😭) I couldn’t have imagined having this kind of response so early, so far from release— I’m SO excited!

(Not on NG, but want your own ARC? I've opened up direct requests at the 🔗!)

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Book cover trope map for book Rears & Vices. Text in royal blue: "Now Available on NetGalley." Tropes listed with red squiggly arrows are: Eat the Rich. Explicit Consent. Poly (m/m/m). Marriage of Convenience. (a red squiggly arrow leads to and circles a wedding band on the character's hand.) Robin hood (Pirate Version). The cover has three men: an auburn-haired man, a black-haired man, and a blond man, all dressed in early 19th century clothing and weapons. The auburn-haired man is embracing the black-haired man and the blond is standing protectively by, gripping his sword. The auburn-haired man is indicated with epithets "ex-lieutenant, ex-lover (crossed out), PIRATE"; the black-haired man is indicated with epithets "Navy Captain (crossed out), PIRATE"; the blond man is indicated with epithets "Weapons smuggler (crossed out), PIRATE"

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JMFenner @jmfenner.bsky.social · 8d

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 9d

I'm supposed to be fun on here but I'm going through such a fucking awful time I'm barely holding together.

The last 6 months have been so fucked. I can't anymore. Like just please stop with the torment.

Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 9d

Can you say FANGS 🦇

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I know not what possessed me, nor what impulse compelled me to reveal the monstrous truth of my existence. Perhaps it was borne of desperation? Or was it recklessness driven by Astaire’s bewildering presence? I could not bear seeing the terror in his gaze, so I shut my eyes before parting my lips, thus offering him a glimpse of my true nature.

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 10d

These two just taunt and goad their way through life.

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“Return for more?” A creamy voice too close to my ear.
This is definitely not the servants’ wing.
“Or did I scare you off?” Abaś continues.
I step into his room. He’s sitting at a small writing desk in the corner, a smudge of ink on his left hand.
“What do you want?” I ask.
He raises an eyebrow, stands up, and strides across the room. I try to stand still, to not show that the way he moves is more than intimidating. Instead, I cross my arms over my chest, face as impassive as I can muster. He stops right in front of me, almost close enough to touch.
“I only wish to take care of my staff.” His mouth quirks up.
I can’t help but scoff.

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 11d

Always putting my vampire through hell.

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“LIAR!” he screams so loudly, I fear it might shatter my ears.
I press my hands over them, hoping for some relief, but the voice only continues its jeering.
“Come to me at once, or I shall make you suffer beyond your worst imaginings.”
“Yes, master,” I whisper, reluctantly standing to join him in his crypt.
The way is not long, yet even as I walk quickly, the path toward my ruin feels endless. Unable to excuse my tardiness or my unwillingness to let him use my sight, I cannot be certain what he witnessed and what dangers will soon unfold.

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 12d

I just reread the last paragraph I was writing for a new story for an anthology.

"With my hands around his neck I continue to cling to this boy, as if squeezing him into oblivion might somehow free me from this hell too."

Why do I do this too myself. This is too fucking sad 😭

#writingcommunity

Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 12d

I emailed @notion.com to remove any AI from my workspace.

They did and fairly quickly.

In case you use notion and hate AI as much as I do, this is an option to not have to even go near it anymore on the app.

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Suzanne ✨🌑 @tendermiasma.com · 14d

If you're not an artist but you followed a nsfw artist over to bsky, use that feedback form to tell bsky that. Remind them they're opening a traffic and funding sinkhole that extends well beyond the "icky" creators they want to get rid of

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 13d

Vampire blood healing is so fun to write about. I really tried getting creative with it 🩸

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Suddenly, I see my blood entering him. Like an anatomical model, I watch it moving through his mouth, slowly dripping into his throat, then his stomach. There, it spreads, being absorbed into every part of his body. First, his arteries start to fill, like crimson spiderwebs spreading across his skin. Then veins plump up, juicy and purple. The more he drinks, the more animated he seems. Alive. Beguiling.

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 14d

He gnaws at my neck like a toothless beast.

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I close my eyes, attempting to leave my body. To force my soul far away from this damned tomb. Far away from the sickening stench of my creator’s flesh. But not even this small relief is granted me, for his harrowing bite pulls me back to where I am. With dull fangs unable to cleanly pierce my skin, he gnaws at my neck like a toothless beast. Grinding, digging, until my body surrenders, as my spirit did long ago.

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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 17d

What if I showed my vampire recorded music for the first time in his life?

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Lazarus closes his eyes while Williams sings his lamentations. When the last chords ring out, he pulls the headphones down and stares at me wordlessly.

“Are these the poets of this age?” he whispers at last.

“I would like to think so,” I grin.
“But many would disagree with us there.”

“What sort of sorcery is your little machine?”
He pulls the Walkman from my hands, turning
it every which way.

“It’s a tape. Sound recorded onto a strip with magnets or something. See.” I pull out the cassette and show it to him. “The machine plays it for you and the headphones make it loud. I have a bunch of different tapes and I can change them to whatever music I feel like.”

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