#Comedy genre

[queenrojpag]

@animangacreators Challenge #19: Comedy Genre

Funniest Character: Umetarou Nozaki

[mx-sinisters]

@animangacreators; challenge nineteen

comedy genre; favorite comedy animanga ➡ gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun

[fallensapphires]

Genres: Comedy

Comedy can be a cathartic way to deal with personal trauma.

[antvnger]

A DVD? What kind of stuff would I play? An action movie? A comedy? Old school Looney Tunes?

[laficcioteca]

DISPARATES NEWS: Generalidades acerca del género de la Comedia (Spanish & English).

Qué es la comedia. Origen y significado: La Comedia es un género dramático que busca entretener y hacer reír a su público, para eso apela a recursos como el sarcasmo, la parodia, la ironía o la confusión. Es considerada el subgénero teatral de la risa. Es una manera de representar los conflictos sencillos y cotidianos subrayando el lado divertido o ridículo de la vida. Se opone a la tragedia…

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: comedy

[mosspatchwriter]

Vessel ~ Original

He was going to prove them wrong, all of them. He was Olivier, after all. He inspired cruelty in great men and women. A deal. A possession. Whatever it took, he liked to ensnare them and set their deepest desires of such violent and vicious thing they wished on others. And, now, it was time to choose another victim.

The old vessel -a man in his 30s, blond hair, blue eyes, typical jock from high school who long lived out his glory days- was growing sad and had lost all appeal anymore.

He noticed the pretty dark haired woman at the end of the bar. She wasn't hard to miss, with her dollar store perfume and caked on makeup. Vanity. Or insecurity. He could never be sure. A nod in her direction gave a wordless order to mix her another drink. After all, he did have to make a good impression. Drinks made, he slid (missing a small step, but recovering without her noticing) with a charming smile.

"Excuse me, miss," he began. She looked at him. The beverage he slid her could have easily been her fourth, maybe fifth, from the nearly vacant expression. "I couldn't help but notice how alone you are. Mind if I share a drink with you?"

She shrugged as she grabbed for the glass. Pearly pink acrylic nails clicked loudly against it, "Whatever."

He set his down in front of him and moved to sit in the stool near her. He missed the first time and caught himself on the bar. The action was missed, so the second time seemed better. He watched her take a long swallow from the drink. He tested the waters. "Bad day?"

"You could say that," she groaned when the drink found its way back on the counter. "I had this big account in the bag. Was gonna get a big promotion, too. Then, this asshole, Paul, just came in and took all the credit. I wanna punch his stupid face in."

The demon reached for her hand -hoping a charm could work pull her up- but managed only in knocking the glasses over. They seem drawn directly to her lap as they went straight there and soaked her. Then, to add insult to injury, they rolled off and shattered beneath the bar. He groaned an apology, motioning for a rag.

Of course. That stupid curse would never leave him be. 'Olivier foozled it again.' 'Olivier is such a clutz.' 'Who let him join our group? We don't need that kind of luck.'

He turned his attention to the rag in front of his face. He offered a thankful look -or, at least, hoped it was one. He reached to help clean the woman up. "I'm sorry. I am such a clutz. I hope it doesn't stain."

She looked both stunned and like she wanted to cry. "Well," she sighed after a moment. "This seems to be a testament of my day."

"I feel just awful," he almost falsely said. "Please, take my coat." It was immediately off and around her shoulders. "And please. Allow me to escort you home. A wet dress in this neighborhood? At this time of night? You never know what fowl besties you may come across."

The fast talk with the help of a diversion and his charm must have worked. She stared at him dumbfounded with a little nod. She dabbed at the wet fabric for a few moments more.

The charming smile turned to the bartender, "Should I clean the rest of this?"

The surely man simply waved them off.

Olivier nodded to him, "Thanks. And sorry again." He passed off a few too many Bills to cover his tab. He turned back to the drunken woman. "Alright. Let's get you home, my dear."

She looked up at him and nodded, still stupefied from his mean little trick. She hopped off the stool after depositing the rag on the counter. He had to reach out to steady her as she swayed. She giggled as he helped her walk away from the safety of the bar. The drunken stupidness would be gone once he had claimed her body. And he was more than happy to welcome that.

She didn't seem quite with it enough to give simple directions and answers. And his patience grew thin. Main roads and noticeable, well lit side streets plagued him. He wanted her. Now.

He steered her back towards a shadier area, one criss crossed with alleyways and old abandoned buildings. Away from prying eyes, he could easily make his move.

Sobriety hit her for a moment as she looked around. Confusion was understandable; she had been trying to lead him away from here. "Hey. This isn't where I live. We gotta turn around." He said nothing to acknowledge her drunken statement as he kept pulling her along. She tugged against his hold but found it was like a steel trap. She started to scream for help but was cut off when she was shoved hard into a brick wall.

"Hush. Hush." He tried to console the terrified girl. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help you. Okay? Paul. You remember Paul? That son of a bitch who stole your promotion?"

She quieted at this comment, looking at him with a guarded expression.

He grinned at her attention. "What if I could give you a way to get back at him? What if I could help you make Paul pay for what he did to you? You deserve that promotion. It should have been yours."

She nodded a little, "It should have."

"All I need from you," he started, stepping forward. "Is a favor. And he'll never be a problem again."

As his words sank in, her expression turned to fear, "No! No! You're going to kill him! That's not what I want at all!" She yanked away in his surprise and started running as fast as she could away from him.

He sighed heavily, "Just once, could it be easy?" He moved to run after her.

She stayed a few yards ahead but he always kept her in view. When she noticed him gaining ground, she began weaving through the alleys. He grinned, knowing it was truly a last desperate act to lose him. It only took a moment to find her at the inevitable dead end. Trash littered the sides. It had a foul enough stench to even turn his stomach.

He smirked, however, "My lucky day. Looks like I don't have to convince you after all. I've got you cornered like a scared little rat."

She screamed when he lunged at her, a faint but dark cloud emitting from his mouth and eyes as he did. Somewhere between steps, he tripped. The process of leaving one vessel for another had already begun and there was no stopping it. Silently, he hoped it went right.

When he awoke a few moments after the transfer, it was glaringly apparent it failed. The clicking of heels rounded the corner and faded into the night.

"Damnit," a large brown rat spoke in his voice. "Not again. They'll never let me live this down…"

[tryanmybest]

(original comic by mhuyo on twitter)

been having a repeated experience lately

[shadowpuppetteer]

So we've all heard of the "I Want Song" genre in musicals.

But what about the "Let's talk about the bitch behind their back like they're not in the room" song, or "singing s*** behing a bitche's back". There's a surprising amount of them.

"Belle" from Beauty and the Beast

"Scrooge" from Muppet Christmas Carol

"Maria" from The Sound of Music

"Look at Me I'm Sandra Dee" from Grease

"You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" from How The Grinch Stole Christmas

"Jackass In a Can" from Galavant

"Phony King of England" from Robin Hood

"Stepsister's Lament" from Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella

"Non-Stop" from Hamilton

And, of course, the man, the myth, the legend...

"We Don't Talk About Bruno" from Encanto

You can learn a lot about a character and story from what they sing versus what other people sing about them.

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

thinking about "it's unreasonable to assume that a character knows what genre they're in" and how in series 1-3, Merlin (and the audience) thinks that he's in a fantasy adventure comedy. no one realises that he's in a tragedy until it's too late.

[dapper-lil-arts]

Darlings. is it gay when the phantom you created as a manifestation of your dreadfull loneliness takes the form of one of your closest friends.

Fanart of this pretty good horror rarijack fanfic, "The haunting of carroussel boutique" personaly i am surprised the writer didnt take the chance to point out how fucking funny this is. Me n kim started laughing about it during stream and i just had to draw this

[queenrojpag]

@animangacreators Challenge #19: Comedy Genre

Favorite Comedy Animanga: Kaguya-sama: Love Is War

[mx-sinisters]

@animangacreators; challenge nineteen

comedy genre; funniest character ➡ dandy

[cryptocism]

You think just anybody can qualify for a crush on Superboy? There's a vetting process. You have to submit an application to the board.

I continue to draw the silly bits of Frequency (this one is from Chapter 5, if context is a thing you like to have)

[wolfythewitch]

Aha does anyone have any tma fic recs where they focus more on the office/workplace aspect of it?

[superineffable]

technically the nsbu party can do another campaign by having the nsbu movie have a sequel OR if the store doesn't close down, they find another movie (possibly in another genre) that they could enter again