sweat your soul

do u ever wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, with fear striking your soul, and this specific image in your head

because i just did

A Monster’s Gentle Soul

Chaptered fanfiction. I’ll try to upload a new chapter every day.

Simon loses all memory of Baz. Baz wants to keep an eye on him, so he moves in as his new neighbor. And just like that, they fall in love all over again.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Epilogue

1. Chapter

It was late in the evening. Simon laid silently in Baz’ arms and for a brief moment Baz wondered why. Didn’t he feel cold? The fire place was burning and warm light shone from it. They had just been watching one of the silly comedies Simon was a huge fan of.
Shortly, Baz closed his eyes to fully enjoy Simon’s presence. He couldn’t believe that this was his life now. It still appeared like a wonderful dream to him. One day he would wake up only to find himself in a cold coffin, on the brink of death. He grabbed Simon a little tighter as memories washed over him that he wished to forget. Amazingly enough, Simon gave him that power: As long as he was here, Baz didn’t have to think about it. What he then thought was how beautiful life was, spending it with the person he loved most. Of course Baz was well aware that this wouldn’t last forever. He was sure to be only a short chapter in Simon’s life. Soon Simon would recognize what a mistake their relationship was. If Baz wasn’t so damn selfish he would never have started it, knowing that Simon deserved a lot better than this. But as he was laying there, he felt Simon ever so closely and therefore, none of that mattered. He would cherish every single moment of this, every breath he could take without falling apart.

Simon looked up at him and his smile was so bright, Baz felt blinded.

“I thought you were asleep,” Baz whispered.

“I was just… thinking,” Simon murmured.

“Don’t do that,” Baz smirked. “You know what happened the last time.”

“Shut up,” Simon laughed. “I just… I mean, you know that… That I…”

“Come on, Snow, say it.”

And then Simon did, in the most simple way he could.

“I love you.”

They say the world stands still for a few seconds. They say there are fireworks in your mind and butterflies in your heart. They say it is the best thing you could hear a person say.

But then again, Baz wasn’t like usual people. Maybe he wasn’t a person at all. The world did stand still for a few seconds, Baz was so shocked that for a moment he couldn’t even breathe. But the feeling filling him afterwards was nothing but dread. He stiffened and struggled to react. How could he?

“Baz?” Simon whispered, the words stuck in his throat. “You don’t- You don’t have to answer that. I mean, I thought you would… too… But it’s fine if you don’t feel the same. We can just pretend I didn’t say anything, okay, Baz?”

Tears were welling up in his eyes.

“Goodness, will you just shut up?”

Suddenly Baz was not only confused but also horrified. He pushed Simon away and got up.

“I need to leave. I can’t- I just can’t.”

And Baz left so quickly, Simon couldn’t even blink. He tried to process what had just happened.

They hadn’t said these meaningful words before. In a year of being together, none of them had brought up the courage to say it, thinking that the other didn’t consider their relationship that important.

“I didn’t mean to break it,” Simon said and as no one else was there, he said it solely to himself. “I didn’t mean to.”

But something so fragile was just too easy to bust.

The bartender shot him a bored look as Baz ordered another drink. The crowd behind him was chattering and the noise was like a drill in his mind. Usually he would have hated this place but right now it was exactly the kind of distraction he needed. Truthfully, this was just Baz being a coward. If only he had the guts to go back and end it. If only he had the guts to do the right thing for once. Never had he felt this terrible before. He had made so many hard choices in the past but the deciding never stopped. Every day he stood in front of the very same decision. Carry on or end it all? And he was never able to be strong.

Baz had never expected Simon to love him back. Not when they kissed for the first time and not for the hundredth time they did. He hadn’t been aware of the chaos he left behind in Simon’s fragile heart. How was it even possible? To fall in love with somebody like him…

Suddenly some guy sat down next to Baz, but he didn’t even look up. The only guy Baz cared about was at home, probably crying…

“Hey, what’s up?”

Gosh, no, conversation was the last thing Baz wanted.

“You’re looking kind of grim, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, and I think that should be an indication for you that I do not want random strangers chatting me up, so back off.”

He paused  for a moment.

“Wait, was that a pun? How do you know my name?”

“What, your name is Grim? Kind of a sad name, dude.”

“I’d rather be called grim than dude.”

“Come on. Tell me why you’re so bitter. Maybe I can help.”

“Ha, that’s funny, because I’ve been bitter practically all my life and if I haven’t been able to cure me in all that time, you aren’t either.”

“Hey, I think you underestimate me.”

“Okay, well then, here’s the truth. My half dragon boyfriend just declared his love to me but unfortunately I’m a blood sucking vampire which means he’s crazy and should go to the mental hospital, because which sane person would fall in love with a monster?”

“I’ve heard worse.”

“Wow, I guess you’re insane too if you just believed that.”

“I’m just a man who’s trying to help.”

For the first time during this encounter, Baz looked up from his glass and saw the other guy’s clothing. He wore a Cowboy hat and a satin coat. He looked like he’d walked straight out of a movie. The worst thing were the tights. Baz stared at him in horror. Nothing about this outfit added up.

“Man, I’m feeling a vibe of judgment here and I’ll just tell you straight away. Do not under any circumstances question my fashion choices, because I personally think it’s pretty swag!”

“Whatever. I went to school at Watford.”

“You would have liked their dressing code.”

Light blue hair was sticking out under the hat. Baz shook his head and went back to his drink. Maybe he was just drunk already.

“Listen, I think I can help you out, Baz.”

“Okay, that’s it. Who are you?”

“I think I might be just the person you need right now.”

“And who would that be?”
“Let’s say a person who’s offering you a pretty cool deal.”

“You want Simon to be happy, right? I can ensure that he is.”

“And how would you do that?”
“I could make him forget.”

Baz decided not to question just now.

“Everything. He’ll forget he ever knew you. By tomorrow morning he won’t even know your name. And you could meet him all over again. You don’t even need to say goodbye to him that way. Just stay close to him, as his neighbor and you can always make sure he’s safe.”

“If Simon met me again, without all that shit that’s happened to us, he wouldn’t even like me.”

“And isn’t that what you want? That he sees you without prejudices? That he finds happiness with somebody else because you believe you can’t give it to him?”

Baz hesitated. This could solve everything. All that sadness would be gone. Simon would finally be able to see him as he was. And the best thing: he wouldn’t have to leave. Simon’s heart wouldn’t get broken.

“Okay, let’s just assume for a second you had that kind of power… What would be in it for you?”

“Not much, no sweat. Just your soul.”

This time Baz actually laughed.

“I would honestly love to sell you my soul, but sadly I don’t have one. If I did, there wouldn’t be any reason to make a deal… I’m a soulless monster.”

“If that’s so, then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, is it? Are you scared of hell, Basilton Grimm-Pitch?”

Baz thought of the coffin and the numpties and of all the years he had to pretend to hate Simon.

“Been there, done that.”

“So what do you say?”

“Are you seriously expecting me to believe that this is what the devil looks like, dude?”

“You have nothing to lose, do you?”

Damn it, Baz thought as he finished his drink. Because sadly enough, this joke of a devil was right.

Two Souls, One Heart


It was still early, the first rays of the sun had yet to peek over the horizon yet a medley of birds still chirped in the surrounding trees as he slipped through the shadows beneath the leafy canopy. His goal? A solitary mountain glade where he was to meet the love of his life in secret far from any prying eyes. Their relationship wasn’t one that would have been received too kindly by their respective families… In fact if anyone from his clan ever spotted him when he slipped away, they would be doomed for sure. However, Yuu was confident in his skills, sure that he wasn’t being followed and as he drew closer to his destination he quickened his pace out of excitement and anticipation.

It had been quite the shock to him when he learned the charming man that he had met a few months prior was the son of his own clan’s enemy. Asahi Azumane wasn’t at all like his father from what Noya knew and had observed. He was a lot kinder and held this sweet, gentle air about him that the younger man found incredibly endearing. Strong but soft, he made even someone like him feel safe and secure despite the fact he doubted Asahi would ever hurt anyone. He almost couldn’t believe it when they had discovered who each other were, quite by accident, but he did not let that stop him in the end. He knew it was breaking nearly all the rules to be seeing Asahi like this but Asahi made him feel happy in ways he hadn’t ever felt before and he was willing to fight to preserve that.

Of course sneaking out for him was no joke as there was little that could be concealed within a shinobi clan and he already had a numerous amount of close calls. Getting caught could mean banishment or even more likely death so to maintain their secrets. It was a hard life filled with training and secrecy but it was all he ever knew and up until the point he had met Asahi he had always been certain he would be willing to die to keep the clan’s ways a secret.

He didn’t like dwelling too much on the ‘what ifs’ though; being with Asahi in that single moment is what was important and as he came to the edge of the glade he smiled when he saw that the very man he had been thinking of was already there. He paused for a moment, expertly using the foliage and dim lighting to his advantage to observe the nobleman silently- a big grin immediately threatening to split his face in two. Quiet as a mouse he slipped out of his hiding place and quickly approached the waiting man from behind before he jumped at his back and clung to him there in a tight hug.

“Hey there, Asahi-san! I’m glad to see you were able to make it out here again. I know how much you love your sleep!” He teased gently with a laugh, resting his chin upon the much taller male’s shoulder for a moment; content. “Did I keep you waiting long? It isn’t easy sneaking out like this, but it is worth it to see you!”

Hey everyone!

I am back from my Greece trip. Side note, I really recommend Epirus (north-western Greece) as a place to visit, especially the city of Ioannina! 

It’s strategically located by a beautiful lake, deep in the mountains. The older part of town and the lakefront are vibrant places with lots of good restaurants and both locals and tourists enjoying a day/night out. The weather is a bit cooler than in southern Greece, meaning that you can catch some sun without burning to a crisp or sweating your soul away. And finally, Ioannina is an ideal place for history buffs of all shapes and sizes! There’s some Antiquity, some Byzantine Empire, some Ottoman Empire, some Independence War and some twentieth century… you can visit the sites and museums of the time periods that interest you the most, but I honestly suggest seeing them all.

Anyway, I guess this means that my hiatus is officially over. I hope to return to posting soon. Thanks for sticking around!





                    WHEN WILL OUR SOULS BE SHAKEN 


                                         THE GREED THAT’S SETTLED IN OUR STOMACHS



                                      COME AND TASTE BEFORE IT’S ALL OUT


                                                       JUST FOR THEIR SELFISH GAIN

                                                                    I FEED


                                                  AND THE PAINT THAT STAINS 


                                            I CANNOT BE CONTAINED  

                                                                                    OR ABSTAINED


Finnish gothic

a rustincohleruinedmylife edition

- You’ll learn this at school: 250 years ago, a faraway king re-dealed all the land. Suddenly there were no villages anymore and every household was alone amidst the vast fields and forests. No-one complained. In the North it is considered a terrible weakness to show you’re upset about something. The isolation became a norm and jolly old days a taboo, not to be mentioned ever again. You never do.

- In fact to show any kind of emotion is considered a terrible weakness. Emotions are for shamans only. Everyone is a shaman while intoxicated. Intoxication is pretty popular here. You have been a  shaman once or twice.

- Your childhood home has a sauna. So does your neighbour, the guy next door and there’s a common one at your student house. Every home has to have one, because it is a place for extreme, violent purification. In the olden days, it was a place for birth and rebirth and healing and death. Later, it was where huge deals and treacherous contracts were made. Now it’s the only place where you can talk safely about your feelings. Get naked, sweat, whip your soul open, warm and bleeding, with birch twigs. The ritual of absolution by heat, performed every week, by every family. 

- Your initiation to puberty is getting drunk in the snow. You learn to watch your friend’s backs. The White Cold will take one young every once in a while, to quench its burning appetite.

- In the summer, you get drunk in the White Light. The White Light also demands offerings. The chosen ones are dragged from the lakes, limp and lifeless. Some are never found. There’s a special word in your language meaning dragging drowned people from lakes. You consider this perfectly normal.

- You see your relatives age. They start showing all the symptoms. Old people get drawn to the woodlands. The trees whisper and provide them provisions: berries, mushrooms, game. It’s not without a cost. As they get old, their minds weaken, get all foggy and dull. They wander into the forests, disappear and die. The woods claim their share.