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Marat
@maratearendel.bsky.social
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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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I'm so excited to share the cover for Metropolis Down by @vesperdoom.com !!!

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Metropolis Down is out on March 3, 2026, and is available for pre-order on Amazon and the author's shop (⁦https://ko-fi.com/vesperdoom⁩).

Artist: @kjetll.bsky.social
A black, green, and red swirled space background with two men in the foreground. The one on the left is a broad man with curly brown hair, freckles, a beard, and green eyes. He is wearing a dark blue jacket with golden cuffs and collar open over a black shirt and pants. He has an arm circled around the man on the left’s head. The man on the left is upside down. He is slender and has tawny skin, black hair, and brown eyes. He is wearing all black with cutouts on his shoulders. Below the figures are the words: METROPOLIS DOWN and VESPER DOOM. A relationship broken. A ship in distress. Horrors that shatter minds. A song that changes reality Jett Valla and Eddie Stone stand between life and death for a million souls. But can they save each other? The QSR Neo-Tokyo was the first ship in the Quasar Metropolis-class fleet: an immense spaceship housing a glittering, neon-lit city and half a million people. For forty-five years, it has traveled from Jupiter to Pluto and back without incident. For the last six years First Officer Eddie Stone and Head of Security Jett Valla have built a life together aboard the ship. But no longer. When the Neo-Tokyo intercepts a corrupted distress signal, Jett and Eddie are forced back together to plan a rescue mission to the Golden Lion. But within the code lies an eerie song that haunts them both. They see and hear things that do not exist, and are bound together by its strange tune, forcing them to reckon with their lingering feelings for each other. The song swells within the confines of the ghost ship, where only corpses and questions await them. Something within the hold tormented the ship and those horrors follow an unraveling Jett and Eddie back to the Neo-Tokyo. And when they think they are finally safe, the crowded streets of their city run red with blood. They must confront cosmic horrors once more, and there’s no guarantee that they, or the Neo-Tokyo, will survive.
November 23, 2025 at 9:22 PM
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How many young masters can fit in a castle?
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I distinctly remember Bayard calling Abaś the young master. Did this imply there might be another so-called master somewhere else in this castle? This place was big enough to house however many masters could fit. Dozens, maybe even hundreds. I hadn’t seen anyone else so far, but that didn’t mean much. I’m clearly not being told anything at all. After all, I only met Pepper on my third day here, and that, by complete accident. Maybe she lives here, too. In her own wing, someplace on the far side of this building.
November 19, 2025 at 9:45 PM
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Astaire, Astaire.

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November 16, 2025 at 10:52 PM
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Astaire, Astaire.

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November 16, 2025 at 9:36 PM
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How about a poetic surrealist vampire transformation?

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The body dies. Once. Twice. Many times over. It lies there trapped, feeling itself breaking and reforming itself again and again. The heart wants to sing but needs the music to feed it. The lungs want to dance but need the bricks to build it. Every single bone cries in torment. Rocks, then sand, then glass, and then rocks again. Unbreakable? No. Mortal.
November 13, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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It was very important for me to write my protagonist in a way that made it clear his personality and behaviour did not come from trauma. I want to see more weirdos and freaks in books that were simply born like that. Seemingly unfeeling and unphased.

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Until this moment, I was certain something had happened to shape him into this being. Perhaps it did, but it had not been shown to me when I consumed him. I believed seeing his life would make him clearer to me. Yet I find myself more lost than before. I cannot help but look upon this most unusual man in wonder. A picture of frailty, yet the strongest of all. Untouched and empty. I wish to linger upon these visions, yet the urgent demands of my own healing body pry me away. Now, sufficiently restored, I pierce a finger with my fang, then spread my blood onto the jagged wound upon his wrist.
November 9, 2025 at 5:02 PM
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What if you can't stop yourself from draining the one you love?
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My limbs succumb to weakness, head falling between my pillows. I close my eyes as Astaire’s blood mends every part of me, yet I refuse to relinquish him. I take the little strength I have left to keep him in my arms. I fear I have taken too much. Drained him irrevocably. Frustration builds with the realization that I do not yet have the power to revive him. Nevertheless, frustration cannot save him. I must wait; I must hope. And as I lie there, bound in this stillness, I let what was shown of Astaire’s life take root inside me.
November 8, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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I love writing switch dynamics. We should really get more of those!

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“Tell me what you want?” I ask, stroking his hair slowly. “I want you to treat me like I treated you…” He presses out like a secret. “Like a piece of garbage?” I add. Abaś nods and swallows hard in response. “Yes,” his voice comes out rough and a bit shaky. “You want me to punish you for what you did?” I ask, and his eyes widen just a little. A movement almost too subtle to notice in the dim light of the bedroom. “Yes,” he whispers. I take his jaw between my fingers and stroke the corners of his mouth gently. He closes his eyes and parts his lips around my thumb, drawing it in and then biting down.
November 7, 2025 at 11:01 PM
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Been gone for a bit but I had the best Halloween. Currently working on a short story for the anthology and getting arc's ready for the vampires.
November 6, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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I had the most fun writing these scenes. I love exploring different ways of eroticism 🍒

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“So eager,” he groans, his pants visibly tented. “Stroke yourself,” he commands. I reach toward my cock but before I get there he adds, “Touch yourself like you want me to touch you.” My hand pauses. I close my eyes, trying to imagine what I want from him the most. I take a finger and stroke it along my jaw down to my chest. I trail it further toward my groin but before it reaches my cock, I lift my hand and place my fingers around my throat. A sound of appreciation escapes him and I open my eyes to look at him. His eyes are bright red, they look like split-open cherries.
November 5, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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Happy Halloween 🎃
This is my costume from last year. Dressing up as the Mummy has been a long time wish.
October 31, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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I love when my characters describe each other. It is so loving how they see the other from their own eyes.

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He is as he ever was, with translucent skin pulled delicately over his slender frame. The only thing betraying his state is the slightest change in the colour of his lips. What once was a pale russet has now faded into the dullest grey. I brush his hat away, tendrils unfurling, loosely draped around him like a crown. My fingers slip between the silken locks, longing to touch him, toi feel every part of his creamy skin beneath my calloused hands. Yet I dare not. I am consumed by the fear that I have taken too much, that my own hunger has undone him.
October 26, 2025 at 3:17 PM
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That time I tried to do Possession before selling my only blue dress.

#halloween #cosplay
October 24, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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I can't believe I didn't dress up as a vampire (beyond my usual attire) since I was a little kid until I did Bela Lugosi's Dracula.

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October 23, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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That time I dressed up as Lord Byron to talk about the history of romance.

#cosplay #lordbyron #byronictothecore
October 23, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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A literal red flag if I ever saw one 🩸
Luckily my protagonist is into that.

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He narrows his eyes at me, and for a moment I think I see them flashing red. As soon as he strides out of the room, I recognize the cadence of his steps. Slow, deliberate, and charged with barely restrained anger. Abaś. My employer. The same man who screamed in my face only yesterday.
October 22, 2025 at 11:08 PM
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Spent three months making Kylo Ren cosplays for @carefulren.bsky.social and I can't wait for you all to see some of the results!

#kyloren #kylux #starwars
blurry cosplay photo of a person dressed up as kylo ren from the last jedi star wars episode VII
October 21, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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A little bit of voyeurism for the day 👁️

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I want to look away; I know I should. Some part of me knows this is entirely inappropriate. He is my employer, but Abaś, he looks so…so… I feel breathless, and my skin tightens around my bones. My thoughts slow while my eyes can’t get enough of him. I choose to stay, heating up with each second I continue to watch. Transfixed.
October 21, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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I took a mask I found at the dollar store and hand painted it to look different. But since the photo is so dark you can't really see the paint job 💀

#halloween #IswearImawriterbutIlovedressingup
October 18, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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Anaconda is such an underrated movie. Here I am trying my best at being beaten up JLo.

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October 17, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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I admit it was extremely hard writing this. It hits too close to home.

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“You always force my hand. Why won’t you be a good little lad and do as I command? Are my wishes so difficult for you to obey? Must I lock you away beside me, just so you might care for me, as a child should tend to his feeble maker?” This time, he uses his throat to form the words. This sound even more repulsive than the voice he uses in my mind. “I will accept whatever punishment you see fit,” I say, not moving my gaze off the floor. I refuse to look, cannot bear to lay eyes on his decaying form. “Let me drink from you, vellido.” His words slither out like poison. “What?” The word bursts forth before I can stop it. Even half-starved, what little blood remains in my veins seems to drain at the thought of his touch. The mere notion makes me want to wretch.
October 16, 2025 at 11:45 PM
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How I hate and love to torture my precious vampire.

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I was but fourteen when my stature exceeded his, yet he still forced me upon his lap, reveling in my false adoration. With utmost care, I arrange myself upon his thighs, striving to minimize the contact with his petrified flesh. “Give me a kiss, my son,” he whispers like a serpent luring its prey. I avert my gaze, unwilling to behold the visage that has haunted me since boyhood. Reluctantly, I press my mouth to the tear across his cheek, where the muscles of his jaw gape through ruined remnants of his teeth.
October 15, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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When the vampire transformation gets surrealist and poetic 🩸

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It all starts with one drop. Amidst a puddle of blood filled with countless others, one single drop wants to be different. Needs to do different. It chooses the path to the black maw calling to it in the distance. It drags and crawls. Rolls and slithers. Wields the effort of a lifetime to fulfill its most desperate need. The blackness calls to it like the sweetest song. Like a piper. It pushes through a sea of its peers. They laugh and jeer as it passes, ridiculing its efforts. But the drop doesn’t listen. The drop doesn’t look.
October 13, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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Since it's October, I guess I'm posting some of the costumes I've done over the years.
There was that one time I pretended to be Beethoven.
October 13, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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What would it be like to see your self through the eyes of your lover?

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A mixture of sounds and colours tries to inundate me. The scraping of rock on rock, whispered words as soft as suede. A swirl made up of the darkest shadows, crimson rivers, and gleaming fire. With each encounter, I feel him coming to life. Pulse accelerating, flesh agitated, mind loosening. An eagerness grows within me. An urge to know more. What would it be like to see more through his eyes? Would it be so amiss to hope that within his memories, I was devoid of all that I am forced to carry? That there, I was neither weak nor monstrous, but something gentler, far kinder than I truly am?
October 12, 2025 at 4:19 PM