I think what I associate you with is the incredible ability to write moments of absurd hilarity and then to turn on a dime to heartbreak, sometimes in the same fic. Silk & Pearls and Lustrous are two I come back to again and again because they have this quality.
Maybe this is just me, but this tendency in my writing always reflects the way that at my most miserable, when I’m at my lowest, things are still funny. And sometimes things are even MORE funny because of how awful and absurd everything is. One of my major pet peeves in writing is relentless bleakness, because that’s frankly not the way the human mind processes reality. Everything is layered -- happiness into misery; melancholy into joy; there’s no such thing as an uncomplicated feeling that sustains itself beyond a singular moment, and those are usually so rare and fleeting that you can only grasp at it and never really hold onto it. I remember moments where I am uncomplicated with happiness, but only insofar as I remember that it has happened before, that it was so wonderful and shocking and ephemeral, that even then I knew I should remember it.
