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maratearendel.bsky.social
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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Marat @maratearendel.bsky.social · 6d
Title reveal time 🩸

AWAKEN, MY LOVE
A queer gothic vampire novel full of ruin, blood, and desire.

Coming March 2026.

Street team signups are open. Be brave and enter the castle early...
forms.gle/ijYScntatK8E...

#vampires #indieauthor 📚💙 🌈📚 #romancelandia
Graphic showing split open pomegranates that reads: Awaken, My Love. A queer gothic vampire novel about a numb man, a hungry creature, and the castle that wants the rest. March 2026 "Hurt, and bleed, and fuck, and fear. Fear it all. Feel it all."
maratearendel.bsky.social
You find yourself in a strange castle. Unexplained things start to happen.
Are the walls breathing? You feel eyes watching your every move. And the man. You can't stop thinking about the man.
Nothing makes sense anymore. Is it all a dream?

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“Get the fuck out. I don’t want you here.” He still doesn’t look at me as he speaks. His voice is so icy and empty, it doesn’t even sound like Abaś anymore. I stand up on unsteady legs, watching him, expecting something, anything, more than this coldness he’s giving me. But from him comes nothing at all. For a second, I doubt my own sanity. Had it all been some strange dream? Could it be?
December 7, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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Temp cover for Awaken, My Love. Of course it had to feature Dante and Virgil in Hell.

#gothicromance #queerromance #indiewriter #vampires
December 5, 2025 at 3:13 PM
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It's official.
I'm fucked up. I'm ok with that.
I'll lean into it and write disturbing viscera dripping, bone marrow drenched erotic horror prose until I choke on it.

What fun is to be had 🩸
December 4, 2025 at 5:31 PM
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Ancient vampire realizing he's into BDSM 💀

Which is it? Does he prefer to sub or dom?

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Yet of what strange nature were my passions? Domination and surrender blurred into one, so that I knew not whether it was mastery or submission I sought more fervently. With every command and every chastisement, another wound loosened under Astaire’s tender hands. Centuries of misery untangled when my flesh at last melted into his.
December 3, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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Classical Art is a big inspiration for my vampire WIP 🩸
From the way I see things in my head to the words I use to describe certain moments.
The ones in the collage are the pieces of art references in the novel.

#transwriter #writingcommunity #vampires #queerromance
collage of classical art consisting of: Art pictured: La Justice ancienne by Jean Delville Pietà by Michelangelo Buonarroti Dante and Virgil in Hell by Bouguereau Le Désespéré by Gustave Courbet Mary Magdalene in the Cave by Merle Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket by Whistler
December 2, 2025 at 3:07 PM
maratearendel.bsky.social
Title reveal time 🩸

AWAKEN, MY LOVE
A queer gothic vampire novel full of ruin, blood, and desire.

Coming March 2026.

Street team signups are open. Be brave and enter the castle early...
forms.gle/ijYScntatK8E...

#vampires #indieauthor 📚💙 🌈📚 #romancelandia
Graphic showing split open pomegranates that reads: Awaken, My Love. A queer gothic vampire novel about a numb man, a hungry creature, and the castle that wants the rest. March 2026 "Hurt, and bleed, and fuck, and fear. Fear it all. Feel it all."
December 1, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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He's the protagonists employer and horribly rude from the start.
Like one of those Renfield/Igor coded characters but as gross as I could imagine.

The question is, is he just a mean old man who takes advantage of his staff, or is he actually evil?

#writingprompt #transwriter
cometkins.bsky.social Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @MFF C8 @cometkins.bsky.social · 6d
Why is the antagonist of your MC their antagonist? What caused the friction? #WritingPrompt
December 1, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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As the holidays season approaches, consider helping your local queer disabled student who's currently struggling financially

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November 28, 2025 at 9:01 PM
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The type of soap he uses.
Wright's Coal Tar Soap.
Smells like Coal Tar, has been used since the 1860s. My MC owns like three things in total, and one of them is his soap.

#writingprompt #writingcommunity
a bar of soap
November 25, 2025 at 4:35 PM
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Enter the castle early and join the Wretched Blooms 🥀
I'm extremely excited to announce that I'm building a street team for my debut, a queer dark romance vampire novel.

🩸 Interview with the Vampire x Hannibal 🩸

forms.gle/1dq39Tp1M7CD...

#indiewriter #writingcommunity #queerromance
November 25, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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I'm so excited to share the cover for Metropolis Down by @vesperdoom.com !!!

✨

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
maratearendel.bsky.social
Life has been really rough for the past six months. Have been basically gone from socmed beyond the bare basics.
I'm doing a bit better now though and I'm hoping to get back into it.
Fingers crossed things stay stable now!
November 22, 2025 at 4:44 PM
maratearendel.bsky.social
How many young masters can fit in a castle?
🏰

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt
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.

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 16, 2025 at 10:52 PM
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Astaire, Astaire.

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 16, 2025 at 9:36 PM
maratearendel.bsky.social
How about a poetic surrealist vampire transformation?

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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
maratearendel.bsky.social
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.

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
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?
🩸

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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!

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“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 🍒

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“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
maratearendel.bsky.social
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.

#wipsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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
maratearendel.bsky.social
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.

#cosplay #halloween
October 23, 2025 at 4:42 PM