The more I think about it, the more it feels like I was truly possessed by... something or someone when I wrote that Renheng fic...
Each time I go back and read it, I just:
"I know I wrote this. I remember writing it all. All 5800 words.
... But this still feels like someone else wrote it, actually."
Why?
Why?
And the circumstances feel so strange??
Like... I know I saw that funny video of Stelle pulling Luocha, Blade and Kafka and whatever ensues...
And the face Blade made in that video, as he popped in and immediately looked towards Dan Heng, and poor boy running for his life made me go "Wish it started like that, but ended up sweet, y'know".
And then... I didn’t even LOOK for any Renheng content.
I started writing the first chapter right off, no questions asked.
And I could feel the urge very literally.
It was coming from my soul.
And so I wrote those 1700 words.
And when I posted it, I thought:
"Okay. This is done. Now I can move on, back to the stuff I was-"
Nope, demanded something beyond me. Write the rest, now.
"The... the rest?"
Yes.
And then 4100 words fucking happened.
TL;DR:
Something possessed me during three days to write Renheng fluff and smut out of nowhere, and I still haven't recovered.