"Life is problems. Living is solving problems." - Katala, "Silverthorn"

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Hi! I'm The Redundant Button. Red for short, I guess? I dunno. I thought it was a funny name when I thought it up at 3am one morning. I'm an avid reader of high fantasy and I'm a big fan of anime and manga. Wherever I go I always make sure to keep a book under my arm. I used to read to make my mother happy and now I think she'd rather have had daughters with less expensive hobbies. I took up painting after being inspired by my high school art teacher, the only adult I ever felt comfortable talking to about anything, and I keep at it now because I like it.

Like anyone else I have my favourite books and authors and I look to them for much of my inspiration. From C.S. Lewis who led me through my childhood, to Naomi Novik in my early teens to Megan Lindholm, Raymond Feist, Jim Butcher, and many others that are now guiding me into early adulthood. Their works have done nothing but help me in one way or another.

I live in my head and my roommates will attest to the fact that I never seem to know what's going on around me. I don't know exactly where I'm going in life but I've picked a general direction and I'm curious to see where it takes me. I used to be bullied as a kid, and I've struggled with my sexuality (super hella ace). I've been in love, and I've been hurt. There are nights I lie awake cursing my own idiocy at things big and small and I wonder how things would be now if I'd had the courage to speak up that one time. I've endured my fair share of highs and lows of contemplating my self-worth and I've decided that I love myself and all my stupid quirks. I have a great job and equally wonderful co-workers. I have great landlords and even better friends. I'm learning a trade, going for my degree in genetics, and paying my own way.

And in-between it all, I'm on here or there, typing away stories in hopes that someone will read them, and maybe even like them. I'm still learning. And I hope I never think otherwise.

- Red

My Stories

Completed

It Ends with My Death - A short epilogue to Mary Shelley's novel Frankenstein. Old and not my best. But give it a read if you'd like.

Letters for Luck - They wrote letters to one another. He gave his to her, to read if he died. She gave hers to their mentor, to encourage him to live. A Hunger Games one-shot.

Let's Play a Game! - In which two PokeGO! trainers engage in a pokepun battle. A Pokemon one-shot.

In-Progress

The Caliber of Moss - It hurt, and that scared her. But she didn't have the courage to get rid of it. So she took it out on everyone else. An Accel World fanfic set one year before the beginning of the series. (On hiatus pending rewrite.)

Misfortune Made Her Sword - If a scream were a blade, revenge would be a lot easier. An OC-centric story following two guilds as they brave the world of Sword Art Online. Not all choices are easy and the consequences are sometimes further reaching than anticipated. On broken knees they fight, for there are few things in this world stronger than a promise kept.

Future Stories (Subject to change)

Days We Go Through - "The worst thing that could have happened to us has already happened, and we're still here. That's not going to change, I promise." But she was a liar in the end, and it was a promise broken almost simultaneous to its making. Not a day had passed since that she didn't think she deserved to go screaming to her death. A Walking Dead fanfic. To Be Tackled: Soon.

L'Ange de L'Assassinat - He asked her, "Does it hurt? To get your head chopped off, I mean?" She answered, "Like a million paper cuts all on your throat. But only for a moment." He touched his own neck and tried to imagine. "Can you win?" She smiled and said, "Whatever it takes." A Fate/Stay Night one-shot. To Be Tackled: Once I finish re-watching the series.

Hope for Morning - They told him it would be over once he won. It was never over. The memories haunted him. The bottle offered him an escape. But the little fingers clutching his hand offered him hope. A Hunger Games one-shot. To Be Tackled: I don't know yet.

Opt Out - "How many rounds you have left?" she asked. The answer came back, "Four," and her heart sank even as the laughter bubbled up in her throat. "There's a little more than four of 'em." A Walking Dead one-shot. To Be Tackled: I don't know yet.

Puzzle Balls and Landmines - The mines are set off by pressure. It doesn't have to be a lot, either. One year, a girl dropped her token, a small wooden ball, while she was at her plate, and they literally had to scrape bits of her off the ground. A Hunger Games one-shot. To be Tackled: I don't know yet.