#like looking at her makes me happy in a warm fuzzy way that could unironically pull me out of momentary depression

[cinnamonest]

WELCOME BACK QUEEN‼️‼️ I know you're a p5 and p4 gurlie but..! What about p3? And idk if you've ever played p3p but if you have the female mc you can date a 10 year old little boy <33 My p3 obsession got revived with the release of reload

🍋 anon

I still intend to play Reload, buuuuuut due to now knowing there's no FeMC/no male party member social links, it's dropped just a bit on my priority list... I guess I'll watch playthroughs of the P3P romance routes when I play it.

I think I might go in reverse order and replay P4G, *then* Reload... Although, copypasta aside, I also want to play a real SMT game, just not sure in what order I'll do all of those.

I forgot how absurdly easy Persona combat is (even while playing Royal I was like "wow this is too easy I need to raise the difficulty" only to realize it was already on "merciless" 😭) and SMT is apparently basically post-apocalypse Persona with amped up difficulty so I think I'd like it.

But also, I need you to know that only after typing all of this did I scroll back up to read the rest of the ask and you can do WHAT NOW—

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains / Slenderman and Seedeater x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Into the Unknown

Notes:

Based off the song from Frozen ‘Into the Unknown’.

One Horror Villain in particular is in this story. Wait and try to figure out who it is before it ends ^^ (;

‘X Reader’ as in you’re going to interact with them. Not as in you’re in a romance with them all. 

The Horror Villains are only really mentioned. Except the one you gotta watch out for

I love this. So. Much. 

Plot: Reader has spent her whole life, from 13 years old, searching for, defeating and understanding the creatures of night. They’ve always fascinated her- that they’re so dark, and yet still so coherent. She felt drawn to them, because she felt like she understood them. And she loved the thrill, of being a part of it.

But she stopped that years ago. She’s a grandmother now, a wife. Which isn’t to say that she regrets being either of those things. In fact, she loves it. Which is the very reason she’s put her monster hunting days behind her. She can’t put the people around her in danger, but… there’s something, in the woods, calling out to her.

Warnings: I don't think there is anything actually?  

~~~

I have a surprising, out of the ordinary amount to think about, while you wash the dishes today. See, the window above this houses sink, adorned with pale blue and pink swirls over a white base paint, looks out onto the Black Forest, which unironically is the bane of my existence right now. Something about it, is clearly off in some way. More people disappear between its perimeter then Crystal Lake, Haddonfield and Pleasant Valley put together. And that’s just what normal people, without my experience and expertise can see.

I can feel it. A gut warning, not to go in there. Not for a walk, not to explore and definitely not respond to its calls. I can feel it like a tugging at my heart, like what forced my feet to move down the aisle on my wedding day, and what makes people run away from the basement at night once the lights are turned off all at once. I know there’s something in there, and something in me definitely wants to go see. To feel the adventure in the wind again on my face.

But I won’t. I can’t.

There’s something in this house calling for me to stay away, as well. It’s called family, and love. And no mystical forest is going to tear me from it.

Finishing the last plate, I pull big rubber gloves off my hands and drop them on the side of the sink and flash the forest one more dirty look, before turning away completely and leaving the room.

At this time of day, the yellow painted walls look more a beautiful, late day orange. Shadows from the trees hit, as well, and as I open the windows to let in the air, I feel immediate relaxation as the coolness caresses my cheeks and my neck. Settles me down, grounds me. Fills my heart with something other then the longing and disobedience I’m forcing upon myself.

Once all the windows are open, so I can clearly hear the wind chimes outside and the rooms all cool down, goose bumps crawling up my arms in a good way, I pick up a book from the shelf under the dusty TV and settle myself down comfortably in a chair covered in pillows in various floral designs. Yes, its an old lady chair, but its comforting and looks good with the rest of the décor.

Half an hour of peaceful reading successfully takes my mind off of the forest and whoever, or whatever, is in and allows me to disappear half inside the pages of another murder mystery. Then I hear the bell I handily fixed to the front door because my husband walks completely silently, jingle like an old Café signalling him getting home. “I’ve returned. I managed to find the bickies you like on my travels, so you’ll love me for another day I think.”

A nearly delicate snort escapes me at that, purely happy he’s back and put down my book as the door shuts again and the disembodied voice becomes Hudson when he round the hallway corner and enters the livingroom. A bag of groceries in each hand, which I get up and help him with immediately, taking one and peaking inside. Aha! The biscuits! He laughs softly, at my antic and leads me to kitchen, so we can put the books away. I risk a glance out the window, at the forest just so see how dark it is now. Not orange, but a dusky blue. I turn away from the forest coldly, which cuts off its calls to me in response, and turn on the light.

“So, how were your travels?” I ask, pulling the milk and some sandwich meats out of a bag and heading to the fridge, which he opens for me on instinct before taking the warm foods to the cupboard.

“A hassle, I’m sure is what you want to hear as I was away from you for so long,” I flash him a cheeky look at that for being so cheeky himself, and get another soft laugh back. Almost inhuman, its so soft. I’ve always thought, he must have some fae in him, and theorised that he’s a changing. “But it was quite nice. I walked all down the shops, and looked in most of them. Not the butchers, though. You know why.”

Ah, yeah. The man running the desk there, Dexter, is a bit of a flirt. But instead of admitting that I pick up on his advances, I shrug and take a seat at the kitchen table to watch him put away the rest of warm groceries. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But go on.”

A deep sigh escapes him, which is totally put on as I know he finds my antics endearing- he’s told me too many times before. “You know very well, but whatever. I did go into the Indian grocery though, and I picked up some of those spices I sent you a picture of, and… “He goes on about the spices, which truly did interest me, as they were all the way from New Delhi and had beautiful jars, but suddenly the feeling from the forest picked up. Got stronger, and grew to fill every inch of me. If I were a dog, my ears would perk up and my nose would be going crazy.

That same call for midnight adventure, now made worse because of beautiful night air that made me feel so much better before, as if it’s changed tactics. For a few moments, at least, I stare off into space, towards the tall trees and darkness between trunks of the Black Forest. For a second, I allow myself to wonder what’s in there. Well actually, ‘allow’ may not be the wrong word, as it was completely out of my control.

But then Hudson’s hand lands gently on my shoulder, as he sinks into the seat beside me and successfully knocks me back to my senses just in time. A relieved sigh escapes me on accident, as I turn from the window again and to him. Senses crash down on me and I drop my shoulders. “I’m so sorry, I’m tired today.”

“Tired. Is that what we’re calling it?” He raises his eyebrows, knowing very well what’s really going on with me. And I know what he thinks I should do. But I can’t. Who knows what’s in that forest? It could be dangerous. Could be voodoo, like Chucky. Or something worse, something more demented like spirit. I wont call that to my family by revealing myself to it. He squeezes my shoulder and it’s halfway between comforting and advocative. So, I give him a look, but I lean into him.

“You know why I can’t give in to it.” My voice is nothing but a whisper, because who knows. It could be listening.

“Too much of you is part of that side of the world, Y/N. You can’t cut it off, you should give it a chance.” I look away from his face, and definitely away from the window. The wall, then. “I’m afraid it’ll rip you apart.

“Then so be it.” I don’t really mean it. To take care of my family, I need to be here. And even without that, I’m not ready to die. The years of fighting off things that have, has assured that fear in me. But I want this conversation to be over, so I say it.

He sets me with a serious look, like just saying that hurts him he wants me to never do it again. I glance at him, and sigh. “Promise me to think about it?”

“Can’t do that.” He knows, I can’t.

“… well, its not as if you can avoid it. Its ingrained in you. I’ll just wait and see.” Those little comments, although very true, have me gaping at his audacity. He flashes me a mischievous grin, then pull me up to our feet and wraps an arm around me. “Come on, darling. Let’s go to bed, then. I don’t foresee this conversation ending well for either of us.”

“Clever boy.” I clip, grinning at him when he gapes himself.

~~~

Later that night, once the sky is a deep, dark midnight blue and the stars and the moon are only just causing enough light to see shapes and dull colours by, I’m still wide awake. Hudson’s fallen into a peaceful sleep, but I’m still laying on my back with my eyes wide open, staring at the uneventful ceiling. The feeling calling me to the forest is so loud, in my ears now like rushing water at the pool, or a waterfall. Or tsunami.

I shouldn’t go. I can’t. I won’t!

The window in our room faces the same way as the kitchen, and if I only get up I could see it. Curb some of this pressure.

But if I do that, there’s a 50/50 chance that I’ll snap and go marauding into the forest at night. Which is dangerous without the definite mystical being hugged inside it.

I really shouldn’t go.

Another couple seconds pass, and I’m getting out of bed and pulling on my dressing down over my comfortable, soft pyjamas. I pass right over the window like the dauntless I am and go right to the front door, which I swing open. A cold rush of air, definitely not from natural sources, comes at me like waking up ice and I look out to the forest, which is a football field sized walk through the snow to get to from here. But that isn’t what’s daunting, despite the fact that I’m only wearing fuzzy socks and slippers to protect my feet.

No, it’s the figure waiting for me. Its huge, too, and I can’t figure anything else in the dark and from this distance. A final moment passes, and I pull a ski hat on over my head and my ears and go marauding towards the forest. “To hell.” I snap, on my way with my fists clenched.

About hallway towards the being, the monster, it starts coming towards me, as well. I don’t know what to expect when I get there. I all I know is that the feeling I’m getting off of it this moment is not benevolent, and I try to believe that. Finally, when we get within 5 feet of each other, we stop. It’s got a skull face that would be horrifying to anyone who hadn’t already seen what’s under the Midnight Man’s mask and the horrible screaming faces on a dream demon’s stomach. And its also got hair, human like and soft looking but unbrushed and probably never been washed, all over its bulging body. It stays still, only moving enough to breath out visible steam from its skull head into the world.

Not one to shy away, and certainly not one to stand by and just look when I’ve been called and decided to come, I take the remaining steps to it. Slowly, and cautiously. I raise my hand like you do when you’re approaching a wild beast, so it can smell you and theirs at least one thing between you and its teeth, which really wouldn’t help but at least makes you feel better, and focus on the way my shoes crush gently into the centre metres of sand under them. The sound’s satisfying, and calms me enough to reach the monster, and touch my hand to the middle of its skull.

A grunt escapes it, causing more frosty air to come out from him and into the world, before he sits his behind down into the snow without fear and pushes gently back into my hand. I feel that familiar, unreal joy at being with another creature, and start gently stroking up and down the smooth material, a puff of frosty air escaping my own mouth as I break into a smile. “Ohh, were you the only thing hiding in those woods? Oh, you’re a sweetheart. I’m glad we met.” A giggle escapes me when he tilts his head and I watch the delicate way his long, wispy fur moves in the wind. He’s the kind of beautiful that forces a smile on you, and a giggle out. Personally, my favourite kind of beautiful.

Relaxing, as the feeling calling me to the forest all but dissipates, I stay with him for a little while longer. As long as I can, actually. In the end, he’s the one who gets up, taps my nose with his huge one, and turns away and trots off. I watch him go, in complete peace and content…

Before my stomach drops and a realisation, made dull because of the nice experience I just had, hits me. The feeling’s come right back, now that he’s leaving, and taking the relief with him. “You… weren’t, the thing calling to me, were you?” I ask it so quietly, I didn’t think he would hear.

But a roar is my response. And the air around me, or in me, whispers Right…

Theirs more.

~~~

The next morning I poor Hudson orange juice and slide it over the bench to him, avoiding the discussion of last nights adventure for as long as I can. Because I know, he knows. He knows everything, somehow. And he’s been giving me a knowing look all morning.

“So,” The mischievous way his voice bends around that conjunction is wholly obnoxious, but I hide my eyeroll badly by drinking my own orange juice. It only makes him want to talk more. “Are you going to go back, tonight?”

Of course! Of course, he knows that theirs more to see. Changeling, for sure.

Setting him with a ‘Stop’ look, I round the counter and head for the living room to sit down and read some more of my book to get away from this, but of course he follows me. “Probably not, in answer to your question.”

He straddles the footrest that goes with this chair and takes my book from me, so I have to focus on him. “Sweetheart, I just want you to be happy. And well.”

“And I you.” I say curtly, and because I want to end this conversation.

“That’s wonderful to hear, darling, but you know what I mean. Didn’t meeting that big, dog-monster feel good?”

Of course, it did…

To that, I have no sarcastic or show-stopping response, because yes. I felt the best then than I have since the last monster. I love monsters, and Slashers, and creatures and beings. They’re my passion, my thing. But I didn’t choose that, and I guess that’s what caught me, here.

I picked my family.

I guess what I’m between, is what I chose and what I didn’t.

I take a deep breath, and look back at him.

~~~

… okay. I think, readying myself to go in. I’ve got a satchel with some food, a couple charms, my compass and all the crystals in the house- plus some dried chamomile petals in little bag, for safety and protection. Don’t know how effective these things will be, you never know when you go up against something new, but it’s definitely worth a shot.  

I’m just squaring my shoulders to go, and start my trek across the field, when Hudson’s hands fall on my shoulders and nearly causes me a stroke. He never makes noise when he walks!! And he knows he scared me, too, if the chuckling is anything to go by. Oh my god…

“Goodluck sweetheart, I have the utmost faith in you.” Oh, his voice is way too cheerful because he won. I should make rissoles tonight, then he’ll be sorry. He hates rissoles. I bet he’s smiling.

Bastard.

“Thank you.”

“Goodbye kiss?”

I turn over my shoulder to look at him, and give him just a squinty smile. “Not on your life!”

“Ooh, you wound me. Okay, have fun!” Well, he seemed to get over that ailment quickly, seeing as he pats my butt to get me going. I shoot him one more greasy, then get on my way.

Across the field to possibly certain doom… but also possible delicious, wonderful adventure, I go.

As I travel across the field and into the forest, whispering in me and in the air gets louder. Just like the voice that said ‘Right’, last night, this one is. Except more urgent, and getting worse the further I go, pushing me on. I feel like what I’m reaching is big.

Past bushes and beautiful autumnal environment I go all the way through, stepping over logs and around trees that stand in my way because the voice knows where I need to go, and therefore so do I.

An hour passes of just stomping, and travelling, until abruptly the voice tells me to Stop! Harshly, of course I follow its instructions. Who am I to ignore a wind voice.

At first, I look slowly around thinking I’ll see it just standing there, waiting for me in plain sight like the monster from last night. And when I don’t see anything, I look harder, because maybe its camouflaged? Eventually though, after about 10 minutes of staying where I am, where it told me to Stop, I give up just peering around and move. I walk around the clearing, forest floor covered in brick coloured, marmalade shades, and dandelion painted leaves, and wet sticks, and patches of snow, and look in as many different ways as I can think of. Maybe I’m looking for something super small… maybe something so big it blends into the picture… maybe it’s not animalistic but a mystical object… But alas, nothing.

Until, eventually, I turn around he’s just there.

“-Holy fuck!-“ I react, jumping back from what, or who, is obviously what I was looking for, having not expected at all for him to be just standing there where I already checked 3 times when I turned around. An otherworldly and staticky yet still somehow spiteful chuckle fills the forest, somehow coming from the whispering of the wind and his person at once.

“Thought I might have some fun, seeing as you made me wait so long. How’s that for consideration? I have things to do, you know.” When he talks, theirs surprisingly no humour evident in his voice. In fact, he sounds bitter, and annoyed.

“Well, hey, man. I didn’t RSVP so you shouldn’t have been expecting me in the first place.” I snap back, getting up from where I’d fallen on my butt and peeling wet leaves off my jacket.

“Hm, no, well I suppose you aren’t the one who called this meeting, so… “He mutters- well, I say mutter because he says it like he doesn’t want me to hear, but he doesn’t lower his voice. He’s not afraid of me hearing, he would just appreciate it if I wouldn’t listen.

Cocky bastard.

I watch, cautiously as he raises a long, white, spiderlike finger to his left temple and taps it. “Telepathetic.”

“Oh… “Heat builds up in my cheeks, despite the freezing cold. “Uh, sorry.”

“And I thought you mortals were aware of me… Offender sure as heck doesn’t try to keep us a secret.” That unlocks knowledge in me. He’s Slenderman, of course! I didn’t realise, because I truly didn’t think he existed! A Creepypasta, used to curb teenage lust and loneliness. But, honestly, his figure should have led me to that conclusion. And if not that, then the hundreds of other clues. The way the voice in the ‘wind’ sounded like it was in my own head, the very fact that we’re locate din the Black Forest, in Germany… Maybe Hudson’s right, and I’m out of tune.

“Hm, yes, quite. You are incompetent.” Man, that telepathy is going to be a pain. I thought Slenderman was supposed to be a gentleman… but, then again. I guess, he is a recluse. And he really doesn’t care what he says.

Despite his rudeness, it is amazing that he’s real. It sparks an awe in me, that’s even more intense then the creature from last night. He, is the epitome of what monster hunters and explorers want to prove is real. He’s... a dream come true. I’m… I’m tickled, and… humbled, to get to meet him. So tall, and amazing. Majestic from every angle.

But… I’m still confused.

“So, what did you want me for, anyway?”

Immediately, the long, thin tentacles that were hanging decoratively dormant around Slenderman flick annoyedly and his mood takes an instant change to even worse. I take a quick step back, hoping beyond hope that distance will calm him down. Because if now, there is no way anything in my satchel will save me. “What did I want from you?! Why… He said you n- … “Again, with the ‘he’. Who’s he?

I want to know, but not enough to get decapitated for it so I don’t ask out loud.

Slenderman’s words cut off into static air sizzling around us, as the cogs in his brain start working faster, I’m sure, before he comes to a conclusion. He turns his head to ‘look’ at me again, without eyes, and stays silent for a moment. The air feels even colder then before, as the static gets momentarily unbearable and I squeak, covering my ears. Then it cuts off, and he sighs in utter annoyance. “Get out of my forest.” And with those last, sweet parting words, he disappears.

“I… “ I look around, to make sure he isn’t waiting behind me to kill me, because he just seems like that kind of monster, before closing my mouth and curtly turning to go home. Well, that was… I’m not quite sure.

It was amazing, getting to meet him… I’ll never forget it. My heart’s beat feels errative, and calm all at once because this is my passion… but… I’m still confused. Who’s ‘he’? Why did Slenderman call me? What was all this about?

But… then again… I think as I walk. As disappointing and hard as it may be for me, and any other monster afficionado… the fact of Slender’s age does have to play a part. And the fact, if we are to believe all the information that’s on the internet, that he lives alone and contact others as little as possible, so… well, he might just be off his rocker. Maybe… Maybe I shouldn’t put much stock into the things he said. He seemed confused himself. And, to be honest, a little instable.

I worry my bottom lip as I emerge from the forest again and hour later, or less because the way back always takes less.

If I’ve learnt nothing from this experience… except of course the Slenderman is real and a real jerk, too… it’s that I cant live anymore without this feeling, that I get when I adventure, and meet something new. When I realise, that all the myths and legends and stories that humans have told over the years may be true, somehow.

It builds me up, and makes me feel brave. I’ve missed it.

I… I don’t know, if I can go back to dormancy.

After I open the front door of my house, and close it behind me I lean back into it, tired and giddy. I’m so giddy, that I nearly don’t notice the smell of dinner on the stove but when I do my tummy rumbles, and I push off the door and go into the kitchen. I find the pot on the stove, and a note on the pot lid.

‘Y/N, dearest.

I’ve gone out for a walk while this boils. So, if you come home while I’m out, know I’ve just gone down the path in the backyard, not run off away from you for I could never do such a thing.

I hope your trip went well, and I can’t wait to hear about it over dinner.

Oh, and the garlic bread is in the oven and is probably burning.

Xoxo,

-          Hudson I.’

“Gah!” Garlic bread! I smell it now! Damnit Hudson!

~~~ BACK IN THE FOREST. THIRD PERSON POV~~~

The man in the dark coat, and silvery beard, slips easily into Slender Mansion and to Slender’s study without the other Pasta’s knowledge, but certainly not without Slenders knowledge.

“You made go see that stupid girl as your one favour… and she didn’t even know you sent me after her??” The pen in Slenders hand snaps, making him sighs deeply and put it down, wiping his hand of ink with a handkerchief. Inkubus but smiles.

“She needed to be reminded of what she loved. It was important enough for the favour to me.”

“You’ve confused her. I don’t think I’d keep things from my mortal, if I ever was idiot enough to fall in love with one… “Slender finishes cleaning his fingers, and turns in his seat to drop the ruined handkerchief in the bin by his desk. He sighs, in defeat, because he knows he will never get through to the other immortal. He’s never been able to, before. What’s new now? “But, then again, I wouldn’t make that mistake, so I really don’t know.”

“She’ll be fine. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you. I saw the whole thing, and it worked wonderfully.” 

Slender sets Inkubus which is a blank look to anyone else, but which is one of total deadpan to him. “Whatever. It was a favour, so now you can go back to your wife. You burnt the garlic bread, and she’s not happy about it.”

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EXO'rDIUM in LA

A FAR BETTER EXPERIENCE THAN EXO’LUXION, THANK GOD.

In case y’all forgot, or just didn’t know, i had GA for Exo’luxion, and it was absolute hell. For Exo’rdium, however, I chose to get a seat, and it was a complete daydream.

Once I got inside. I’m not sure if it was The Forum’s fault, or mmt’s, but the organization was terrible. I didn’t suffer too much because of it, but I know a lot of people with GA tix did.

So Exo opens with Mama, naturally. Lit af. My sister and I just about lost our minds, lmao. I can’t remember if there any pyrotechnics(?) at Exo’luxion? BUT THERE DEFINITELY WERE AT EXO’RDIUM. LIT. It made Mama so so so much more intense than I’ve ever seen it. 

But even without the fire, the performance was A1. Like, as I was watching, I was thinking about how its been five years since Exo debuted, and about five years since I saw them perform that song for the first time at Smtown, and. They’ve improved so much. They were never bad, ofc, but their stage presence is so much better? I said this last year too, but they’ve improved even more since then!!!

After Mama was Monster and BITCH!!!! Let me tell you, Monster is MY FUCKING SHIT. It’s probably tied with Love Me Right for my fave Exo title track. The song and the dance, are everything. Like, this performance is what I was most excited for going into this concert. AND I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED. MY MANS’ DANCE BREAK. BYUN FUCKING BAEKHYUN. Had me so fucked up, holy shit. AND THEN. THE RAP. THEY SHOT FIREWORKS RIGHT ON THE BEAT. I WAS LIVING.

Third was Wolf. I know how a lot of people feel about Wolf, but. Wolf is also my shit. I unironically love it, and always have. Its either actually in a three way tie with LMR and Monster, or #3 after them. I LOVE WOLF. I have love/hate relationship with the way asian exo-l’s put so much effort into actually knowing the fanchants, while us western fans just. “CHOGIWAAA.” Because I’m not kidding, legit everyone in the arena screamed chogiwa with chanyeol, lmao.

I’ve had GA every time I’ve seen Exo since Wolf came out, and they always  perform it before they come out to the extended stage (i think? I genuinely don’t remember much from Exo’luxion. It was such an awful night for me, I’ve honestly repressed the memory), so this was my first time actually getting a good view of it. 10/10. And I love the remix. It’s stunning.

I have no concept of the order the rest of the songs were performed in, so this will probably be horrifically out of order. I’m sorry. 

I DID NOT TAKE MY EYES OF OF BAEKHYUN FOR THE ENTIRETY OF ARTIFICIAL LOVE. It’s another song I was very excited to witness live. OBVIOUSLY. I just about died. 

The acoustic medley was lovely. Call Me Baby was fun. Like, really fun. It was really fun to sing along with them. My Lady was !!!! I’d never seen it live and? It’s fucking My Lady. Everyone around me started losing my minds when they started singing it. Remember how I said us american’s are pretty shit at fanchants? Since we can’t do them, we just kind of sing along? Like we sing along to the whole song. We, or at least everyone in my section, sang the entirety of My Lady with Exo. MY FAVORITE PART THOUGH, was Moonlight. Moonlight is breathtakingly beautiful. One of my favorite Exo songs of all time. Singing that along with Exo, and just hearing live in general tbh, was really special to me. 

EVERYTHING? PARK CHANYEOL DID? WAS LIT? AS FUCK? HIS RAPS? GO OFF. HIS GUITAR SOLO? WENT OFF. Like, he’s at the bottom of my Exo bias list, but he got me GOING at Exo’rdium. Holy fuck. 

I’ve seen Exo perfom 365 three times now, but it still always makes me so happy :’-) its such a happy song. Our seats were the second furthest right side section, and Baekhyun brought his cute lil self over to the part of the stage closest to us for a while during 365. He’s such a cute little bean.

LIGHTSABER IS ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVE EXO SONGS. STAR WARS IS MY SHIT. EXO IS MY SHIT. SO HOW COULD LIGHTSABER NOT BE MY SHIT. IT WENT OFF. I was SO excited to see it live. I was row one, and when I heard Vader’s breathing, my physical reaction was so intense!!! I almost threw myself over the rail in front of me, lmao. IT WAS LIT.

Love Me Right is always a joy to watch. “Shawty imma party til the sundown” was almost as lit as “chogiwa” haha. Sehun’s lines are very popular for singing along in general actually. 

I got super emo during Lucky. Thinking about the lyrics got me all soft and gross.  So lucky to be your love, I am. ♥

Most of the recording I did was through snapchat, so most of my “fancams” are only 10 seconds long. And I made a point to get baekhyun’s “my babe” during playboy, and my fucking sister, at the top of her lungs, in the most disgusting tone, decided to sing along. It’s fucking hilarious, but it ruined my video. But, I heard it irl, so whatever.

During Tender Love, Sehun came over to the part of the stage Baekhyun came to during 365 and was even cuter. OH SEHUN WAS THE CUTEST LIL THING ALL NIGHT. LIKE the first thing out of his mouth after he introduced himself at the beginning of the night was “I missed you.” ;-; ♥

I’m not sure if I’ve said it here, but I’ve gone off about it on twitter several times over the years, but Exo love us so fucking much y’all. So fucking much. Don’t ever doubt it, even for a second. They adore us. Truly. You can see it in their eyes, and hear it in the way they talk to us. I’ve seen live on five different occasions, from in the pit to the back corner of the nosebleeds, and they’ve never failed to make me feel loved. 

Especially, LA, and L.A., exo-l’s apparently. :’-) Suho said it was his fave place in the whole world (other than home, ofc). And Xiuminnie said that since they’ve come to los angeles so many times, they feel really comfortable with us! ;A; And you could tell. You could feel it. The boys were so happy and cute and playful throughout the concert. Like they truly seemed to be having as much fun as we were. And when it was over, they didn’t want to leave. They literally tried to stall the end of the concert for as long as possible. But even as they were leaving, they were all skipping and singing and dancing still. They were seriously so happy that night, guys. It makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

And when Suho, I think, mentioned that they were going home after the concert, Baekhyun pouted!! It was super super cute. 

Since I was in a side section, I could lowkey partially see backstage and!!! the members would peek out and wave at us!!! IT WAS THE CUTEST THING, OMF.

THEY LOVE US SO MUCH, I CAN’T SAY IT ENOUGH. Like, Baekhyun even even expressed his concern for fans in the pit during the first ment. Not to be biased but bbh loves exo-l so much I could go on for days.

WE SANG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BAEKHYUN. It took a few tries to get it right, but in the end, we finally did it. That was a big deal for me. Baekhyun is so so so special to me, and I’m so glad I was able to be there and do that for him. I can’t even put it into words. Also? The timing of Exo’s L.A. concerts is fantastic. Last year I literally got to spend Valentine’s Day with them? This year it was a couple days after my birthday and a couple days before Baekhyun’s? I LOVE THIS CONCEPT.

Even though Yixing wasn’t there, again, everyone made sure to give him plenty of love when he showed up in the vcrs. The screams for him were so loud. I hope to god he finally gets to come back next time. I miss my boyfriend, lmao.

The silver ocean was beautiful. Since I was in the pit last year, I didn’t actually get to look at it. But this year I did, and I bought my first, ever in the history of me being a kpop fan, lightstick, so I was actually a part of it too!

THIS VCR IS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. IT’S SO CUTE. SO PURE. SO FUN. SO HAPPY. I ADORE IT.

There’s always that one member, in every kpop group I’ve ever seen, that is fucking magnetic on stage. In my Exo’luxion fanaccount, I lied. My Pinocchio ass was like “idk who it is in Exo,” knowing damn well its Jongdae. I even said “tonight it was Jongdae!” BITCH IT’S ALWAYS JONGDAE, WTF DO U MEAN. It was Jongdae at Smtown, I had moments with him at kcon 2013 too, it was him at Exo’luxion, and it was sure as shit him at Exo’rdium too. THE BOY GLOWS. I LOVE HIM. I was too far back to confirm this, but at the end, during angel, he (and everyone else) took time to wave and say goodbye to everyone they could see. I’m talking each section, and everyone they could see in them. And I was front row of my section, and wearing white, so? I think I’d be easier to spot than someone in row 15 and in black, u feel? Anyway Jongdae spent a while, like, actually kind of a long time, waving to my section, and I’d like to think he looked at me. It looked like he did, and I started jumping when he waved “at me” and then he started jumping too? Idk. But it was cute as fuck, and I love him.

Kyungsoo like? forgot? the choreography to one song. I don’t remember which, but it was really cute lmao. He was also the token In-N-Out enthusiast haha.

FUCK THIS IS WHY I NEED TO WRITE MY FANACCOUNTS THE NIGHT OFF I FORGET LITTLE DETAILS. Baekhyun said something about it not mattering whether we dance cutely or erotically, as long as we dance, or something? haha. He also mentioned that since it was the last stop, he was giving more energy than normal. Jongin also said that because of our energy, it was impossible to feel tired.

Chanyeol put on a Deadpool mask and then put on an owl mask over it and was just being... Chanyeol, lmao. And Suho was so done with him, lmao. “Are you crazy?”

This concert was so fun. The atmosphere was so light and happy. I legit did not stop smiling the whole night. I felt like an idiot, because I know half the time it was a dopey ass, awestruck smile. But the whole thing was just? Surreal. I love Exo so much. They’re the only artist/s, kpop or otherwise, that I’ve supported since day one. Sehun and Jongin are only a year older than me. I’ve seen them every time they’ve come to L.A. (except for when exo-m came in 2014). Like, I’ve literally been growing up with these boys for the last five years. And I’m just... so thankful that I’ve been lucky enough to be a part of this journey. And so proud of everything they’ve accomplished. I love Exo with all my heart. ♥