classic fade

John Madden Narrates Touhou: Hidden Star in Four Seasons Edition

Been a while since I made one of these, so I decided to do a four-parter.

“We’re back, Bob, and what an amazing third down we have here. Aya Shammymammy is no stranger to fans, but this is the first time we’ve seen her on the offensive line. She has the speed, and that’s gonna help her as she’s up against Lilywhite, who came outta retirement just for this game. Just a simple zigging and zagging and she should break on through!“

“I gotta say, Bob, I don’t know what kinda interference Kamminy On is trying to run here, but a star runner like Aya should have no problem with this. It’s a classic fade and roll maneuver. I mean what is this? Is the defense slacking? This should be a cakewalk for Aya.“

“It looks like I spoke too soon, Bob! The defense has unleashed the dreaded Curvy Lasers play! That’s a gut buster right there. A seasoned player like Aya should know how to run this: it’s a classic column maneuver. You can’t let yourself get dazzled. You gotta stay focused on the front line and use some nimble footwork. Although I gotta say the defense must be pretty rattled to break out a play this old and-“

“HOLY SMOKES BOB! THEY’RE RUNNING THE PHANTOM AGAIN! We haven’t seen this defense in MANY seasons now. It’s pandemonium in the stands, Bob, listen to that crowd roar! Good thing Aya knows what she’s doing here - you can’t fake her out that easy. She’s gonna have to see the holes as she gets to ‘em, but wow. Just WOW, Bob! If this is what the defense has been throwing out in the first half, we are set for an AMAZING second half. Back to you, Bob!

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♕: Holding hands for Caserole? <3

Reincarnation AU time!

The movie theatre is relatively empty. Old films like these draw from a specific audience, Melarue knows. Ancient things, unpopular with the younger generation, regulated to obscurity by most outside of a film degree, with even the cult classics fading from memory.

They remember when their films were blockbuster hits; when they were the number one pick for anything and everything, when their agent had to sift through mountains of scripts every week. 

They remember when their films weren’t “classics”, consumed on the internet or hoarded by special collectors and reminisced over in film courses. 

They remember red carpet galas and interview upon interview, flashing cameras and cheering crowds; film premiers, and sparkling dresses, and sitting in that darkened room filled with celebrities, and a hand held in their own.

A tug, and a squeeze, and they glance down at their fingers, laced together with one so known and loved, and new and unknown all the same; as Kass fidgets a bit, pulling her hat down a bit more to make certain no one recognizes her–Melarue doesn’t have the heart to remind her that anyone that would recognize the current singing idol of Thedas and anyone that would go out of their way to watch old films at the dollar theatre are two groups of people unlikely to converge. 

But it makes them smile, as the opening credits begin and Kass’ eyes go wide with excitement. 

“I told you once, didn’t I? That you look a lot like my favorite film actor, Melarue. They’re one of the greatest actors of all time. I’ve seen all of their films. They’re showing a few downtown–would you, would you like to come with me?”

They look up, eyes trained on the screen, at the image of themselves from so long ago. This is the movie I finished right before I told you I loved you, they want to say.

But instead they simply hold Kass’ hand a little tighter.