Heroes & The Hard Things

Hello Readers,

My heroes have been many different people over the years. Men and women, fictional and real, famous or unknown, these people have inspired me. They have made me try harder, reach further, dig my feet in when the world tries to pull me off the edge.

I want to surpass my heroes. I want to dig in deeper, fight harder, be smarter. I want to fight like my life is too short to care about what people think of me. I want to sing when I feel a song in my soul, I want to write the words that buzz in my fingers, I want to tell people I love them without reserve or “only when”s.

I want to do all these things, and I try to do them, but the fact remains that I get scared.

This life feels long to me. The songs too awkward, the people too broken, the words too hard.

But the truth is, this life isn’t long. And I can’t do the hard things. But He can, so I don’t need to be strong. I am weak, I know this, but if God is strong, then I can be too.

Somehow, it’s hard to remember this.

It’s hard to sing when you sometimes forget the tune and your voice wavers.

It’s hard to write when the words don’t flow and things don’t make sense, when the plot doesn’t come together and the characters don’t seem genuine.

It’s hard to tell people you love them when you don’t always feel like you do. When they do things that you don’t love and it’s hard to remember to see the person and not the filth they are smearing on themselves.

The things we want to do, need to do, are hard.

But I hope I will do them. Today and tomorrow and the next day. The next week. This year. Next year.

And at the end of my life, I hope I will stand before my Maker, my first and last Hero, and look him in the eyes as my knees shake and tremble because my inspiration, the comforter of my soul, is standing in front of me. I hope that while I stand in front of him, my mouth dry and a grin on my face, that I will force out the words “I did my best with what you gave me.” That I will mean them. That then, the words will tumble and I will tell my Father what I did.

I wrote the words that you put into my soul. I sang the songs that you handed me to sing. I loved the people you put into my life. I followed in your footsteps.

This is what I want to be able to say.

All of my heroes are fighters.

I hope I will be one too.

I want to fight to write the words that He’s given me, to sing the songs that play on repeat in my heart, to love everyone with open arms.

This is my heart, and it is many of yours. So let’s fight for this.

May the grace and strength of God allow us to do so.


Who are your heroes? What do you want to say at the end of your life? 

In Which I Am Very Sunshin(e?)y

Hello Readers,

I keep getting tagged and forgetting to do them. Whoops.

My friend, Rayne at the bus stop, nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award! Here are the rules guidelines, for this prestigious award. Thanks so much, Rayne!


Rules Guidelines:

  1. Thank the person(s) who nominated you in a blog post and link back to their blog.
  2. Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you
  3. Nominate 11 new blogs to receive the award and write them 11 new questions.
  4. List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo on your post and/or on your blog.
Here I am, displaying my award. Flaunting it, really. Jealous yet?

Alright. Now comes the interrogation Q&A that I am taking part in!

What motivated you to start blogging?

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We just start off with the real tough questions, huh, Rayne?

Hm. I really just wanted to be able to put my thoughts out into the world and read other people’s views on the world and all that is in it. I wanted to be able to get feedback from people other than my family.

Do you have a favorite story to tell people? (Hint: That’s a queue to tell US that story.)

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^ Me trying to find a favorite story. I’m a storyteller. I have many stories. I love them all equally.

Gosh, this is a hard, hard question…


I really like telling people about The Target Meltdown. I would tell you this story, but I really need an entire blog post to tell it. So I guess you won’t be hearing it. Sorry guys. If you really want to hear it, let me know, and I’ll write up a blog post.

Who is your favorite author?


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Well… I’m not sure how to go about answering this.


Gosh. How the heck am I supposed to answer this question? Am I allowed to pass? Can I pass this one?

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Guys, I’m sorry, I really am, but the opportunity for that gif… I needed to do it.

Alright, enough stalling, I know. My favorite author has changed so much over time and as I’ve changed my reading styles and what not. I have always loved C.S Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

I’m moving on before I write an entire blog posts about all the authors I like.

In what ways did this author inspire you in your own writing?

World building. I suck at it.

C.S Lewis and Tolkien do not.

What’s the greatest thing about your best friend?

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Let’s just go with that my best friend is a fantastic human being who can play music better than anyone. Also he listens to me ramble and rant for longer and with more patience than anyone. Argue with me and I’ll fight you, people.

Camp or stay at a hotel?


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I rarely quote or post gifs of Spongebob because I never really enjoyed the show. But this time, he’s got it right.

Hotels, man, hotels. All the way. 1005%

Fantasy or contemporary?

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This is all I have to say on the matter.

If you could meet any fictional character, which would it be?

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Oh goodness. Hmm. So many, so many. Alright, I’m just picking a random one. I’m sorry, all other favorite characters!

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This cat. Though I’d probably be terrified the entire time. Really, don’t ask me to meet people I admire.

Yea, so my favorite superhero is Iron-Man. Deal with it, y’all.

Do you have a special “spot” for reading?

Hahaha, oh yes.

Oh. Yes.

Behind the curtain and my bed. Or sprawled on my carpet.

Do you ever binge-read?

Most of the things I read are binge-read, my friend. I am a pro at binge-reading.

Does music distract you while you’re reading or do you prefer it?


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I would be Stan in this situation, guys.


I prefer music. While reading, while cleaning, while walking to the store to get cereal.

Music is always good.

Now, comes the time for my eleven questions.

  1. Would you prefer to live in a treehouse or a cabin on a mountain?
  2. How long is acceptable to wear the same socks?
  3. Best song to listen to while doing something boring in order to make it epic?
  4. PB&J or turkey and cheese sandwiches? 
  5. What would you most like to play in a band? (Actual musical skill not required)
  6. What is the most perfect breakfast?
  7. What is your opinion on flying cars?
  8. Favorite classic movie?
  9. Do you like surprise birthday parties?
  10. Which of the following would you like to work in: mall bookstore, used bookstore, or a library?
  11. If there was one question you could ask and get the exact truth for an answer, what question would you ask? 
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In case you didn’t like those questions, don’t worry.


The Nominees:

I nominate anyone who has watched Back To The Future in the past month, has pink or blue in their blog theme, or has a secret dream to become a race car driver.

~Ruby Sky




I’m Not Enough and That’s A Good Thing

Hello Readers,

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is a personal battle of mine. I’m sure that many of you feel this struggle I’m about to describe, but even if you don’t, it still can be applicable.

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Or, you know, deep introspection. Huns works too, though.

I’m good at borrowing guilt, or “borrowing depravity”. I will feel guilty about things I have never done (and things I would never want to do) simply because I feel the need to wallow. Simply because I think if I’m not reminded of my own depravity, I might get an ego. Because I feel the need to wallow in my own sinfulness instead of His righteousness. If you’re nodding your head right now in understanding, let me tell you something.

That’s the Devil talking. Not God.

I like to remind myself that I’m not enough (more on this concept in a bit). Maybe I think that’s humility. Beating yourself up is humility, right?



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That’s not humility, it’s not even close.

So what, if I’m not enough? So what, if I fail expectations and fall on my face now and again? Reminding myself of that does not make me humble. It might not even be fully true.

Humility is defined as follows:

a modest or low view of one’s own importance; humbleness.

A modest view of my own importance is not focusing on what a horrible person I could potentially be. In fact, that’s the opposite of humility; what I’m doing in focusing on my errors and shortcomings and potential for wickedness is focusing again, upon myself. That’s not a modest view of how important I am, now is it? The world doesn’t revolve around us, it doesn’t revolve around me.


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You’d think we’d have figured out this concept by now, right? Wrong.


I know this, but it always manages to give me a shock when I’m reminded of it.

Going back to the “I’m not enough” statement now. Which is absurd. I’m not enough for God, most definitely. But when has he ever required me to be enough? This is the God that loved me when I was drowning in my own sin. This is the God who did not just drag me out of that hell, but the God who died the most excruciating death just so I would never have to feel my own sin coating my throat ever again.

So yea, I’m not enough.

Yea, I’m human. Yea, I mess up. I’m not ever going to be enough, I’m not ever going to succeed at everything, I’m not ever going to be right all the time. And I’ll be honest, that thought scares me, when I really let it sink in.

But here’s the flip side of that.

Jesus is/was/will be enough. Jesus already succeeded at everything; even defeating death, which strikes fear into all that meet it. Jesus will always be right.

So yea, I write to you now as a messy teenager, confused by the struggles in her head and knowing without a doubt that I’m not enough. I worry too much, I don’t know all the answers but I act like I know them and I get too heated about little things. I’m not enough.

And that’s more than ok.

Actually, that’s the greatest thing ever. I’m not enough, so He became enough. I wasn’t enough, so instead of leaving me there, in my not enough state, He hugged me close and informed me that the burden was no longer mine to bear.

So if you find yourself being reminded that you’re not enough, look that straight in the face and tell it yes with a smirk. You aren’t enough. But you aren’t meant to stay there, staring into the mirror and crying.

That has no power over you anymore.

Jesus doesn’t want you to stay there, looking at your hands and seeing how small and frail they are; too fragile to hold the weight they should be carrying.

He wants you to look at his hands, scarred and calloused. He wants you to see his wrists, where your burden found its final rest.

My friends, we are not meant to stay staring our depravity in the face. We were meant to defeat it. We were meant, you were meant to move past it, to refuse it any ground.

So if you find yourself trying to borrow guilt or depravity because you feel the need to remind yourself of your depravity, remember that Jesus is enough.

He doesn’t want you walking around with your head down and shoulders hunched, so why are you doing it, my friend?

Walk with your head high. Keep walking. Don’t look back to see if the shadows still look the same.

Keep on walking in the sun.

You are loved, no matter who you are, where you’re at in life, if you’re a church kid or want nothing to do with God, doesn’t matter where you call your home or who you call your family.

What matters is that you’re not enough, but He is.

~Ruby Sky






Writing Music!

Hello Readers,

I am posting after only nine days!

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Seriously guys, I am impressed.

Though the only problem now is I have no clue what to write about.

Just great.

So until I find a good subject to write a whole post on, I’m going to give you some music recommendations. I listen to these songs while writing and they help me battle writers’ block on many occasions; but they just aren’t working currently. May they help you with cleaning or whatever task you must do.

  • morocco by moon taxi
  • simplify by brendan james
  • suit and jacket by judah and the lion
  • songs in the night by the gray havens
  • viva la vida by coldplay
  • the wolves by ben howard
  • life in color by onerepublic
  • visceral by john mark mcmillan
  • scars by james bay
  • the lucky ones by brendan james

Let me know what songs you enjoy!

~Ruby Sky






Well, That Was A Long Time, Huh?

Hello Readers,

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Alright, so I’ve been gone for a little while now. A month and a couple weeks, whoops. A media fast/writers’ block was put in place by my parents/and writers’ block by my mind and I thought disappearing was a better option than writing a post. Sorry about that.

that was probably not my best idea??

I’ve been really settling into my new home here, and so much has happened that I won’t try and sum it up in a post (cause that would be ridiculously long and I would get my dates mixed up.) But the bottom line is, God is good. I am so, so blessed and life is so very good. Look up, my friends, and let the light trickle on your face. It is there, even when we can only see darkness in front of us. Look up.

Some Of The Things Ruby Has Learned This Month 

(Told through gifs)


Christianity is about Community. Community with God and community with each other. I have felt this message so much this month. Christianity is about family. We are sons and daughters of God and brothers and sisters to each other.


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The city can be as beautiful as the ocean, if you look in the right places.
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Thai Tea is ridiculously good.


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I am firmly Team Iron-Man, but Team Cap is cool too.
Mentors are a needed part of life, don’t be afraid to ask for them.
Organizing bookshelves is actually super fun, people.
I really enjoy coloring things, apparently?? I learned a new skill!


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Speakers and music make life a million times better.


Ok, so I didn’t necessarily learn this, but I got Pop! Doctor Strange and Pop! Sawyer (from Lost) for my birthday. And you all needed to know this. Because they’re brilliant.

Oh and I just wanted to share this gem with y’all.

My dad put up my twinkle lights and I wrote this on my sister’s white board before she went off to school one day. I really like the way this picture turned out.

I promise I will try not to disappear for this long without warning again. Sorry!

~Ruby Sky



A Poem Made Of Hymns and Worship Songs

Hello Readers,

The words fail to come to my fingers, my friends. They swirl in my head but don’t look right on paper. Like a misspelled word or a painting turned sideways. I want to write a poem, but I do not have the words to one. I can not write because what I have been saved from is overwhelming. I have a debt paid for that I can not explain in the simple words I know.

But that’s alright. The words will come. Until then, I can only rehash the words I know to be true. The words that have given me so much comfort.

Take heart, we are not in control.

there is power in the name of Jesus.

though satan should buffet, though trials should come…

make my life a prayer to you.

amazing grace,





it is well, it is well

amazing grace



wretch like me

there is power in the name of Jesus

i want toi need to

be more like Jesus. 

prone to wander

lord, i feel it.

Amazing grace

it is well




nothing lasts, except the grace of God, by which I stand,

in Jesus.

it’s your breath in my lungs


your love broke through


(all lyrics are not mine)

Writing and School: A Survival Guide

Hello Readers,

Just in time for Camp NaNoWriMo, I have a handy dandy sort of helpful(??) guide survival guide. Prepare to be amazed!

Step One:

Look At All That You Must Accomplish… AKA Panic


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Mope and groan. Look at your plot, look at the pile of school.

After you have sufficiently been overwhelmed, move onto step two. It gets better from here.

Step Two:

Sort Out Your Priorities. 


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Be Obi-Wan, not Padmé. Do not be Padmé. You got this.

Look at what you need to get done that day, and please, look at it realistically. Factor in snack breaks and inevitable probable procrastination. Know your limits. Do not think things like “I can do five math lessons in an hour and then figure out that one plot hole in ten minutes.”

That. Will. Not. Happen. Realistically.

Trust me, I tried.

Step Three:

Start On The First Thing.


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I’m not dramatic, you’re dramatic.

You’re laughing, aren’t you? “Wow, Ruby, I had no idea I was supposed to start. Thanks for adding that to the list.” You’d be surprised at how many projects are never finished because they were never actually started because the person got too lazy and procrastinated.

The beginning is the hardest part of any project. The middle and the end are beasts as well.

Make yourself begin. Whether it’s googling that math formula that you need to memorize, writing the first sentence of a book, or finishing that latin homework you forgot about over spring break.

Because once you begin, you feel guilty if you do not finish.

Step Four:

Let Yourself Have Breaks, But Not Too Many or Too Long.

See, you start out with great intentions of only having a ten minute break or a couple breaks. And then you wind up an hour or twenty breaks later explaining yourself to the pile of work that needs to be done and you look something like this man below.


I never take too long breaks, what are you talking about?

And once you take too long or too many breaks, you start to crave the sun and fresh air. You want to talk to people.

Once that happens, you can’t go back to chipping away at your block of work. So do yourself a favor and limit the breaks. You can go lay in the sunshine when you’re done.

Step Five:

Work For The Allotted Time Period.

Once you have figured out how long you want your “work day” to be, every day, work for that entire amount of time. Plus breaks and whatnot. But don’t decide that you’re going to end earlier that day and go later the next. Do your best to have a rhythm. School and writing can be juggled chaotically, but still juggled. You’ve got this!

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Very important advice.

Step Six:

Once The Work Is Done, We Don’t Think About Work. 

The work is done. It does not matter anymore. Work has no hold on us. We are free. Free as a bird. Until tomorrow morning.

All joking aside, this is actually very important. Placing what you must do tomorrow out of your mind once you can do no more is actually healthy. You stress less, you can relax more, and you can get more done if there is an end in sight.

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You can be like this guy for the rest of the evening if you want.


Step Six:


Pretty self-explanatory.


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If only I could fall asleep that quickly.

Hope this was able to help those of you writers who were frantically looking for this guide. I got your back. 😉



A Few Thoughts

Hello Readers,

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Me after my long hiatus.

I know I’ve been completely absent kind of quiet this past month. I’ve just been adjusting to my new home and doing a decent amount of school. Camp NaNoWriMo is coming up next month and I am extremely excited to write a completely new novel for it.

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Me with my novel characters. -cough-

I really like Mushu gifs, alright? Give a girl a break.

Anyway, Mushu gifs aside, this has been an interesting month for me. I moved across the ocean, have lived and am currently living in a hotel for a little over three weeks now, been to a mall with a ski slope and penguins in it (no, I am not joking, that is a legit thing), and met a lot (and I mean a lot) of new people.

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Here are some things I’ve learned or relearned about moving:

  • It gets easier once you’re actually there.
  • Emotions don’t make sense, just go into it knowing that. Let yourself feel the emotions, eat a bag of goldfish, and move on. No sense in dwelling on them.
  • Moving is an adventure, it’s a chance to explore something new. You have a completely blank slate. Nobody knows anything about you. You have so many opportunities to make minions to read your books one day new friends.
  • Find an anchor and you’ll be fine.
  • You’ll dream about all the goodbyes you said and wake up disoriented. It’s alright. Relish the feeling of knowing you’re done with goodbyes for a while and rub the sleep from your eyes.
  • If you want to get to know people, you need to go and make the first step. Prove that you’re going to stick around.
  • People are much friendlier than you might think.
  • Moving is scary but it’s not as scary as we make it out to be.
  • If you eat more ice cream than normal, it is completely fine.
  • Remember, goodbyes are hard but they are worth the hellos you said.
  • If you leave, it isn’t the end of the world. Rather, the beginning of a new one.
  • An end is required for the next chapter. Don’t hang onto the last words, rather, make new ones.

I hope you all have a great week!

~Ruby Sky



Finally! A Writing Post!

Hello Readers,

So I realized I don’t really talk that much about my writing projects on here. There was a post a while back on How To Break The World, but besides that, I haven’t really talked about them all that much.

Today, that is going to change. Today, you will be hearing all about my recent project, a novella prequel to How To Break The World titled How To Crush A Revolution. But first, we will begin with the cover.


The reason why I wrote How To Crush A Revolution is because most of the events in How To Break The World are almost entirely influenced by an event that happens just before the book begins. I realized, after writing the first draft that I had no idea how that grand event actually happened and the ins and outs of how this world of Asgard worked before How To Break The World.

So, a prequel seemed in order. A little over six months went into writing it, and I am proud to say that it is nearly finished!

Plot: The idea of this prequel is that riots are breaking out and the people are becoming unstable because of the lie they’ve been telling themselves for centuries. The lie that they are “gods”. They want to take the earth and rule it because they feel that they deserve it. That’s where Loki comes in. The government can’t do anything to stop them or placate the mobs that are continually growing, so they decide to wipe the slate clean. They want to begin again. So Loki is called upon to use his gifts to make this idea become a reality. Hence the name, How To Crush  A Revolution, because that is essentially what he’s doing.

The Cast:

Loki Laufeyson is my protagonist in both this book and How To Break The World. All scenes are from his point of view. He is a hodgepodge of many different interpretations of the original Loki in the myths. He is mischievous but not evil. Chaotic, but not without his good moments. He wants a second chance, but is unsure about how to get one. He is a wanderer and easily bored, which is why he generally turns to various means to satisfy his craving for mischief. A Liesmith is what the magicians of Asgard are called, and they use their gifts to protect the kingdom from intruders. Loki is one of the most powerful, surpassing even his teacher, Frigga.

“Hello, gentlemen.” My words crash against the glass like water, and their eyes are still wide in fright while their shaking limbs relax. Interesting.

He presses the piece of paper against the glass, his finger accidentally hitting into it every time it shakes.

“You have to come with us.”

I open my hands wide and shrug.

He blinks, as if he did not expect this. He takes his paper back, scribbling on it before shoving it against the glass, staring widely at me.

“What do you want?”

~How To Crush A Revolution 

Aesthetic for Loki Laufeyson. ^-^

Sigyn Laufeyson is Loki’s wife and she used to be a highly influential political figure in the Asgardian government. Now she works more behind the scenes; she is even more influential now than she was when she was younger. She loves books more than anything and she’s the one of the only people that will stand up to Loki. She is throwing around the idea of writing an autobiography to encourage young girls who want to be politicians. She also adores hot beverages and rainy days.

     -Flashback scene-


           “Hello, I’m Loki.” I say, trying to recover from the oddity that is this girl.

            “I know who you are.” She rolls her eyes, turning back to her book. “I’m busy. The main character just discovered his father’s coworker was the killer and I need to know how it ends.”

            I blink. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never been ignored before. Nobody can actually ignore me because of my gift. How can she? I’ve been hated, yes, but never ignored.

            “Who are you?” I ask, the words rolling off my tongue before I can take them back, my curiosity piqued.

            “Sigyn.” She mumbles, flipping the page, her eyes widening. “Oh my… I did not see that coming.”

            She doesn’t look at me again, and I think that’s when I started to love her.

~How To Crush A Revolution

Aesthetic for Sigyn Laufeyson ❤

Hel Laufeyson is the daughter of Loki and Sigyn Laufeyson. She is the governor of the Herlið district, which makes her essentially the commander of the army. Because of her station, she has tattoos down half her body that identify her so she can give orders easily. She is a brilliant planner, but she doesn’t like her job because she can’t stand to watch men lose lives. They jokingly call her “the queen of hell” because of the missions she has had to send the army on. She knows she must do it for the good of her country, but she can’t help but wonder what would have happened if she had been chosen for a different path. She worries a lot about her father and brothers.

            “You need rest. That’s why they sent me instead of Mother. Mother would let you out of bed and help you but I refuse. I refuse to let you work yourself to death. Mother may have given up on trying to get you to slow down, but I haven’t.” She stiffens with anger as she glares at me.

I raise my eyebrows. “How long do you think you can keep me here, Hel?”

“Until you’re well enough to stand on your own.” She says, and then quickly adds. “Without illusions.”

“You know all my tricks.” I grin, winking at her.

                                                                                                                              ~How To Crush A Revolution

Aesthetic for Hel Laufeyson ❤ 

Jörmungandr “Jor” Laufeyson is the son of Sigyn and Loki Laufeyson. He has snake eyes and scaly arms because of his father’s gifts, and he can make fire with his hands. He has to wear specially designed glasses to keep from seeing in infrared instead of normal vision. He is also slightly colorblind. Jor is a scientist and is very gentle and calm. Few would expect him to be a Laufeyson, as they have a tendency to be bold and confrontational. Jor stays out of the limelight that his family almost constantly walks in. Very few people actually remember that he is the son of Loki and Sigyn, but his “Laufeyson” side comes out when people touch his experiments.

“You’re… causing widespread amnesia for the government to turn a blind eye to your exploits?” He asks, his legs shaking now and he drops his briefcase. “And you’re… coming to say goodbye. You’re doing this to me? Hel knows about this? She didn’t stop you?”

“That’s not all of it, Jor, and I wish I could tell you everything. But I can’t.” I run my hand over his hair, sighing. “Hel didn’t try to stop me because she knew she couldn’t. I am doing the only thing that I can do.”

“The only thing you can do that will make you free.” Jor sighs, looking up at me.


  ~How To Crush A Revolution

Aesthetic for the sweetest Laufeyson, Jor

Fenrir Laufeyson is the eldest son of Loki and Sigyn. Fenrir is actually the most like his dad out of the Laufeyson Trio. Because of his dad’s gifts, he has heightened senses and wolf ears that he covers with a hat. He works on the streets in a gang he made called The Valdr (old norse. look it up.). He operates under a “no kill” rule, because that is the deal he and Hel made. She doesn’t actively look for his activities, but if he does anything that kills anyone, she will put him in jail.

“Fenrir.” My hands are clasped loosely behind my back as I look at him. He has a new scar above his eyebrow. I trace it with my eyes, wondering what the story is behind it.

“You were looking for me.” He states, his grey furred ears perking up from behind his shaggy hair.

“I needed to keep a promise I made to your sister.” I walk towards him and he doesn’t move, his nose twitching. A reminder that he sometimes is just as wolf as he is man, though he may look like the latter.

~How To Crush A Revolution

Aesthetic for the rebellious Laufeyson

Well, this may well be the longest post I have ever written…

~Rubix/Ruby Sky


The Quote Challenge-Music Week

Hello Readers,

So Alyssa over at The Honeydrop Post nominated me for this months ago and I completely forgot, and recently Katherine over at Song Beyond Silence nominated me, so I figured I better get to it. Editthis was over a month ago so it’s really really late now.

Here are the pirate codes rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Post a new quote everyday for 3 consecutive days.
  • Nominate 3 new bloggers every day.

Thank you, Alyssa and Katherine, for bestowing this challenge upon me. Since I rarely post every day, I’m going to be doing three quotes every week or so. Thanks for the idea to do that, Katherine!

Photo credits to: Me, surprisingly (and they aren’t that good but I wanted to be creative).

You’ve got all that emotion, heaving like an ocean. And you’re drowning in a deep dark well. I can hear it in your voice, that if you only had a choice. You would rather be anyone else. But I love you just the way that you are. -Andrew Peterson (Be Kind To Yourself)

I’ve listened to this song so many times over the past year and it has never failed to bring me comfort. I also got to meet the musician who wrote it and tell him how much it meant, so that was amazing.

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You walk into the world you make… You lose yourself but you, you find your way. I’m gonna watch you RADIATE. -Jack Johnson

This song is a happy, sort of sleepy song that brings a smile to my face. It reminds me of playing cards and sunshine.

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Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. -The Beatles

Hey Jude has been one of my favorite songs for a while. I just love the lyrics and especially this bit because it’s small but inspiring. It’s the little things, isn’t it?

That closes out week 1: Music! Or… “Rubix tries to make her own graphics and minorly succeeds” week.