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.




A Sketch of An Airplane Ride

Hello Readers,

You arrive on the plane, ideas swirling in your head with no place to write them. Excitement yanking your hand and that already home sickness feeling burning the back of your throat. The wait until take off is a feeling that tingles all throughout your body.

This is it. This is it.

You hold onto your armrests even though the takeoff is smooth and easy. It makes it more exciting as you exchange grins with your younger brother. You watch as people peer through the glass to watch the world become small before their very eyes. You wish you would have gotten a window seat. Maybe next time.

You swipe at the screen in the seat in front of you, turning up the volume as you watch that new action movie while a blond head finds its way into your lap. You were once small enough to curl in the seats too.

You turn off the screen after the third end credits roll. They weren’t exaggerating when they told you it’s near impossible to sleep well on an airplane. You shut your eyes and shove your earbuds in, trying to get some sleep. One thought keeps breaking through your music, keeping you awake.

This is it. This is it.

You drift off to sleep after accepting this fact. Turbulence wakes you up, but not the young blond head using your arm now as a pillow.

Only seven more hours to go.

This is it.



It’s The Little Things…

Hello Readers,

It’s always the little things, isn’t it?

The last whispered words that break us. Miniscule words, not even sad beside themselves but in this small moment they mean everything. They are the pebbles thrown at the nearly shattered glass. They push us over the edge. They are the added almost non existence bit of weight that drowns us in a sea of unknown.

It’s the little things.

The last poked fun at us that makes us rage and throw our fists, unable to contain ourselves. It’s that tiny thorn that breaks our skin, making us feel pain and rage. It’s the last taunt that causes us to lash out, the last barb that sticks too deep.

It’s the little things.

If it’s the little things that drive us to sadness, to anger, to envy, why can’t we let happiness fill us up with the little things. Why must the little things drive us to such taxing and sometimes unhealthy emotions but not to love and happiness? Why must in order to be happy we need some grandiose gesture? Why can we not be satisfied with the little things?

I’ve made it my mission to grab onto happiness when it sparks and let it blossom.

It’s the little things.

Going to the library and finding that one book you’ve been waiting for. Feeling the warmth of good tea. Your favorite song coming on the radio. Sinking into a comfortable bed at the end of a long day. Your favorite TV show’s theme song playing.

It’s the little things.

A conversation with someone you love. A hug when you need it the most. Teasing laughter and sprinkles on cupcakes. Messy watercolor paintings and fumbled piano chords. The sound of your favorite person’s voice and a bowl of warm soup.

Don’t be scared of being happy.

We aren’t scared of being sad or angry or envious or all the other emotions, why are we so scared of being happy?

Because it can be taken away.

So don’t let it be taken away. Feel it, live it. Choose it.

It’s the little things, my friends. The tiny almost miniscule things.

It makes all the difference.





Eight Times Professor Snape Was Extremely Relatable

Hello Readers,

Don’t worry, I have a serious post in the works, but I felt like doing something lighthearted and fun today. I was thinking about how I really related to a couple scenes with Severus Snape, so I decided I would put them all in a blog post because I had no other ideas and I need to write a post.

Pure brillance.

So let’s get to it!

  1. When He Made His Students Pay Attention


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 Me if I was a teacher.

2. When He Taught Life Lessons

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When I find myself in times of trouble, Professor Snape comes to me… 

3. When He Stopped Drama With Three Words


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Oh, how I wish I could tell people this. 

4. When He Quieted A Room

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If only it worked this well for me.

5. When He Was Trying To Get Something And People Were Brats


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I’m looking at you, Lupin. Withholding the map, indeed. 


6. When He Was Honest About Not Knowing Things

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Though this is right before he duels Lockhart and wins easily. So perhaps it was less “I don’t know” and more “You don’t know”.


7. When He Demanded 100% Honesty

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If only I looked that intimidating while demanding honesty.

8. When He Was Protective of His Knick Knacks

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Everyone has been in this position. 


And that concludes my post for today!





In Which I Am Recognized As A Blogger

Hello Readers,

I was nominated for the Blogger Recognition Award! Which comes with this pretty little graphic:

Isn’t that pretty?

And now, here are the pirate codes rules, but as you all know with me and tags by now…

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So you see, you don’t really know what will happen.
  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  2. Write a post to show your award
  3. Give a brief story of how your blog started
  4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers
  5. Select 15 other bloggers for this award
  6. Comment on each blog to let them know you nominated them and link to the post you created.

Thank you Gracie Chick for this award, I appreciate it!

Now that that’s taken care of, sit down, readers, it’s story time.

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About two years ago, I realized that I could conceivably start a blog. I actually had my first post written in my head at least a month before I actually began my blog. I spent two months figuring out if I really wanted to start a blog before talking nervously to my parents about it.

I started on a humble Blogspot website before eventually moving to WordPress.

Whew. Most boring story ever. Glad that’s over.

Now I’m supposed to give two pieces of advice to writers. I’m going to steal rehash something my best friend tells me when I whine about my writing.

1. You can’t edit a blank page. 

You can write a really bad page and get only a sentence out of it; but you got one good sentence. Which was more than you had before. So just write. Write and edit.

2. Write about anything. Write about what you think, what you feel, what moves you. It can be something as simple as raindrops on a window or something as big as meeting your hero at a concert (which is a story for another time).

Just… write.

Now, since the rules are not rules, but only guidelines, I can do this.

I tag whoever is wearing eyeliner or a red sock. 

You poor soul, whomever you are.



And As The Years Go By…

Hello Readers,

I’ve seen a lot of these “Dear 2016” letters out there, so I thought I would write one saying goodbye to 2016 and hello to 2017.

Yes, I am indeed aware it is January 2nd.

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Sorry, Vader. 

Dear 2016 and 2017,

First, I would like to address you, 2016. You were a hard year. Now, that’s not to say you weren’t a good year. You were. Some of my favorite memories happened because of you, and for that, I am grateful.

I’m not buying a bunch of this bogus about how you were the worst year ever. I don’t believe in worst years. Hard ones, yes, but there is a ray of light in every year.

2016, thank you. Thank you for the multitude of moments I was able to experience. Thank you for the colors and laughter. And thank you for the goodbyes too, because now I can say hello. But most of all, thank you for teaching me a simple truth that we all must relearn over and over.

I am loved.

Everything you taught me, 2016, goes back to those three words. It was a gong ringing over and over. I see it so clearly now, like a patchwork quilt made of so many moments.

I am loved.

And because I know that, I can now turn and say this to the world.

You are loved.

So thank you, 2016, for teaching me that.

Hello, 2017. I haven’t seen much of you yet. I know you will also be a hard year, but I think that you will also be one of my best years. Which seems like a contradiction, but it really isn’t. It’s in our hardest moments that we realize the most beautiful things. You, 2017, are when I jump into the deep end. 2016 was walking across the diving board. But I do enjoy making cannonballs.

I’m as ready for you as anyone can be, 2017, I’m ready for the excitement, the adventure. I am ready for Skype calls with old friends and meeting new ones. You excite me.

I’m ready to face you with what 2016 has taught me. 2017 is a new slate, a new story to be told. But you know what calms me the most, 2017?

I’m not holding the pen.

That’s right, 2017, you are not up to me. I am not penning my story. My Savior is.

I’m not going to lie, 2017, you excite me and terrify me. You are the drop of the rollercoaster, and I’m not a big fan of rollercoasters. I don’t like the anticipation before the drop, but I enjoy the free fall. So I will overcome the fear of the unknown because He has never failed me yet.

I look forward to what you will teach me, 2017. I look forward to new faces and old friendly voices. I look forward to new foods and comforting old ones. I look forward to the mix of new and old, familiar and unknown that you will be.

I look forward to my adventure.

Goodbye and hello,



Falling Off The Face of the Earth

Dear Readers,

First off, may I say thank you for sticking with me. I have just passed the eighty follower mark! I really appreciate every like, comment, and read. I hope that I will be able to continue to write content that will bless you, make you laugh, and make you think. You all are amazing! 😀

I have made a discovery. We, as humans, are so scared of being forgotten. We’re scared of being left behind, that our names will mean nothing one day. We want to leave a legacy.

(If you can’t tell, I’ve recently been listening to Hamilton.)

Legacy. What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. -The World Was Wide Enough (Hamilton)

It’s an incredibly interesting story, and caused me to examine some things about myself. I am not scared of being forgotten, but I am scared that I will not leave a mark. I am scared that my life will be a waste of time. I am scared that at the end of the day, my life will have not meant something to someone else. I am scared that the stories I carry on my shoulder will die with me. The stories that are not just mine, but the people back and back. I am scared that the important stories of the past will die on my shoulders.

I’m scared of letting the people who made me down.

Because, you see, it’s not so much my name I want to be remembered, as the changes I make. I want to change things. I want to leave an impact.

I love old things, I love antiques, I love old music, I love old books, I love old photo albums.

I think I love them because they’re lasting craters of something someone made. They have left an impact. They have changed things, for better or worse. They have made a difference, they have laid a foundation, dug a hole to plant a seed. I have never lived somewhere long enough to put down roots, to absorb a culture as my own, and these old things ground me to the surface of Earth. These old things that have proven true over time, the ones that have not, ease out of my grasp like rotten wood when I cling to them. I hold them so tightly my knuckles turn white as I cling to the stories I know to be true.

It’s as if I didn’t have my heritage, my stories of the people that came before me, I would simply float off the face of the earth. I would drift, I would be just another voice yelling to hear the sound of myself. But because of these old stories, I can dig my fingers into this time proven soil, bracing myself against the wind that batters against me every day. I have a story to tell, a purpose as I talk out into the void. But I have enemies there too. The voices that come with the wind, yelling against me, my convictions, my beliefs.

Do you not see why history is so important? We have no roots without them. Even if you stayed in the same place your whole life, digging your fingers into the soil, eyes shut tight, you would still be blown off. The winds would claim you.

We just can’t live long enough to dig deep enough.

So listen to your stories, and add to the roots, add your stories, throw your words back at the voices in the wind. Don’t let them batter you down. Dig deep with dirt under your fingernails and hold on as tight as you can.

What is holding you to the skin of the Earth?


Sunshine Blogger Award!

Hello Readers,

I have been nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by MonkeyEverything over at MonkeyEverything Blog. Thank you! 😀

1. What’s your favorite food to eat while writing?

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Doritos. I like to eat Doritos.

Or you know, apples and healthy things.

2. What’s the first thing you would do if the world began to burn up?

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This question requires much thought.


Get all my friends and family in one place and tell them how much I love them because I don’t say it enough.

3. What’s your favorite author and why?

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NO. Not this question.

I have multiple favorite authors. The reason I love them all is because they were able to take a beautiful story and tell truth about the world. The point of writing is to make art and show truth and beauty, and I believe that Tolkien, C.S Lewis, Andrew Peterson, Shakespeare, Louis Lowry, Louisa May Alcott, Jane Austen and I literally could go on for this entire blog post listing my favorite authors because I have so many, were able to do this in a beautiful way.

If you are able to tell the truth in a wonderful beautiful story then you are my favorite author.

4. How many books have you read that you’ve not enjoyed?

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More than I would have liked to.

Many a time I will put down a book because either the content is too mature, the language too bad, or the characters are just annoying. It’s mostly the latter, cause I tend to stay away from the former. But every now and then, you find a good book with a bad scene and then it’s back to the library for them.

5. Who’s your favorite character from literature?

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Why all the hard questions, today?

I have so many favorite characters. So. Many. I will limit this to a random five for the sake of making this blog post short.

Frigga, Doctor Steven Strange, Artham Wingfeather, Ben Linus, and The Doctor. (Oh and Newt Scamander {yes, that is six, yes, I cheated})

6. What are your goals for future blogging?

To write posts and hopefully keep this up regularly.

7. How many characters have you murdered in your books? (approximately)

Hmmm. I honestly don’t know. I try to avoid killing my characters, but one of them is the last of his kind, so does that count? I killed a main character once.

You know what, I’m just going to go with five.

8. If you could pick ANY creature in this world… (or in a book) what kind of creature are you like? And why? (make sure to describe it so we all know what the creature is like! Unless it’s something universally known like a koala…)

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^ Me.

I think I would be like a book worm. Cause I live in libraries and want to be a butterfly.

9. What’s your favorite movie and filmscore composer? (filmscores are the music from movies if you were wondering. If you don’t have one, then just music is good too😄 )

My favorite movie is… agh, don’t make me choose. Doctor Strange. We’re going with that for now.

My favorite filmscore composer is Hans Zimmer.

10. If you had a choice between standing on your head for five minutes while eating a hamburger and doing jumping jacks for twenty-five minutes straight, which would you choose?

Jumping jacks. Definitely. I can’t stand on my head. Or touch my toes.

11. In regards to your favorite character’s hobbies (see #5) which is your favorite?

Hobbies. Um. Well…

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I can’t really do this.
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I don’t have one of these ^

I don’t exactly have wings like Artham, either…

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Unlike this chap, I’m not trying to run my own island.
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I can’t fence to save my life.
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And I have no magical suitcase full of animals.

So my favorite characters’ hobby that is plausible for me to do and that I would actually do would be…


The End. Stay tuned for more tagging of people and questions.


1. If you could paint your entire house one color, what color would it be?

2. Do you prefer to write on notebooks or computers?

3. Winter or Summer?                                                                  

4. Favorite movie currently in theaters?                                 

5. If you could learn a skill overnight, what would it be?      

6. Favorite smell?                                                                              

7. Do you like writing with noise or silence?                              

8. Favorite quote? Or two? Or ten?                                               

9. Favorite childhood toy?                                                              

10. If you could change history, would you?   

11. What is your least favorite song?


I nominate:

Anyone who would like to do this tag or anyone who is wearing green. That is another way of saying, “I’m running out of time and can’t look for five bloggers that I haven’t already nominated for things.”