#fantasy comedy

[nine-frames]

"The Bear of Love?"

Brother Bear, 2003.

Dir. Aaron Blaise & Robert Walker | Writ. Tab Murphy, Lorne Cameron, David Hoselton, Steve Bencich & Ron J. Friedman | Art Dir. Robh Ruppel

[schlock-luster-video]

On May 24, 1991, Drop Dead Fred debuted in the United States.

[timmurleyart]

Back in time. 🚙💨⚡️⏰⏳

[vanebookrecs]

My simple review on "The House in the Cerulean Sea" by TJ Klune. This story was so unique and I couldn't put it down. I'm excited for the second book coming out soon!

[theadventuresofgarlandodra]

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- A Rough Introduction

It seemed the Eswa Adventurer’s Guild was the place to be tonight. The music was playing, the beer was flowing… And at the bar, Sterling Van Broom, a broomstick of a man with a curled handlebar mustache and a haughty expression was discussing some more sinister work with the guild master.

“So, do you have anyone for the job?”

The guild master sighed, rubbing his right temple and cursing the god that brought this man into his guild. He glanced over the adventurers in the room, the happy go lucky halflings singing about their latest heroics, the cheery gnomes playing cards, the delighted elves and humans mingling together after the successful defeat of a red dragon… and then his gaze stopped at the table in the far corner, tucked away just out of sight from anyone casually entering the guild.

“For something like that, you’re gonna want Manyboots and her friend,” the guild master said, pointing towards that table.

Sterling looked at the table, where a person was having an animated conversation with a statue. He couldn’t get a better look, all he could tell was that whoever they were, they were quite… small. “The little one over there? Did you not hear me? I need-”

“I heard you plenty fine,” the guild master snorted, “and I told you who you’d need. No one else here will take something like that, so she’s the best you can do. So either talk with her or get the fuck out of my guild.”

Sterling huffed before he headed for that corner. This close he could hear the grating, shrill voice of this ‘Manyboots’, chattering away to apparently no one save the terrifying statue she was sitting next to, so clearly she was crazy.

“Excuse me, I’m here to-”

“HOLY FUCK, DO YOU MIND!?”

The chair spun around and Sterling was more than a little taken aback by the sight of a hideous goblin sitting there. She had a hood over her enormous head, disproportionate to the size of her body. Even compared to goblin kind in general, she was small, probably would be barely two feet tall while standing. Her massive red eyes glared at Sterling as she shook a dirty finger in his direction. “I’m in the middle of a conversation! You can’t just waltz up here and interrupt!” she said.

“I- um-” Sterling managed to recover from the shock and he straightened himself up. “I’m here to hire you for a job, but if you keep talking back to me like that-”

The goblin cackled before taking a long swig of her beer. Wiping the foam off her mouth, she leaned in, grinning from ear to impressively large ear. “Okay, you’re forgiven. Whatcha need? Robbery? Arson? Murder that looks like suicide, or just flat out murder?”

“W-well,” Sterling cleared his throat, “my father is the great Governor van Broom, but he will not recognize me as one of his heirs as my mother was one of his maids. She died of a broken heart, and I have nothing but a pitiful clock shop to my name. I have been robbed of my birthright, and I seek revenge upon the man that abandoned my mother and…” he trailed off as he realized Manyboots had tuned him out and was back to slurping from a mug that was over half the size of her torso. “Do you mind?!”

“Huh?” Manyboots looked up. “I’m sorry, I was waiting for you to get done with the boring backstory shit.”

Right. Now he was pissed. Sterling raised his hand to slap the smirk off this stupid little beast.

“Listen here, you little-”

In a blur of gray stone Sterling’s wrist was grabbed by… the statue.

That was not a statue.

It looked like a statue, but on second look Sterling could see it blink its glowing green eyes, how it glowered at Sterling as its claws dug into his arm.

Manyboots shrieked with laughter. “Your faaaace! Man, your faaaaaaace!” she said, wiping a tear away from her eye. “Oh man, that never gets old. Garl, let him go.”

Garl cocked his head to the side and Sterling felt cold sweat dripping down the back of his neck. Even if Garl wasn’t actually a statue, he had a clutch like one.

“Try hitting her again, and you’ll lose more than your birthright, bitch.”

The statue released Sterling and he jumped back, clutching his bruising arm to his chest and trying to say anything, only for meaningless stammering to babble from his lips.

“Right, let’s start from the beginning.” Odra slammed her mug down on the table and stood up on the chair. “I’m Odra Manyboots, and this is Garl the Gargoyle.” She leaned in uncomfortably close, Sterling trying not to gag on the smell of rotten meat on her breath. “Listen, we don’t care why you want us to do this. All we need to know is what needs to get done, when we need to get it done, and how much you’re going to pay us. Got it?”

Sterling cleared his throat. “I get it.” He sat down next to Odra and Garl, keeping an eye on the menacing gargoyle. “There’s a caravan coming into town next week from the west, bearing my father’s insignia. There will be guards, do what you have to in order to deal with them. I don’t care what you do with most of the belongings- burn them, keep them, sell them, but I only ask that you retrieve a necklace and give it to me. It’s silver with a large sapphire at the throat. I’ll pay you one hundred gold now, and another two hundred when the job’s completed.”

Odra twisted her face before turning to Garl. “Sound like a plan?” she asked.

Garl only grunted.

Odra turned back around and gave a thumbs up. “Got it. Now scram, Like I told you earlier, we were in the middle of a conversation, and you were fucking rude to interrupt.” She shooed Sterling away before turning back to her friend, who was back to looking like a nearly normal statue. “Where was I? Oh yeah, you were inside passed out and getting your face doodled on by a bunch of bards. Which you really shouldn’t have gotten so drunk, I’m eighty percent sure a few of them wanted to jump on your stone c-”

Right, time to go. Sterling threw the initial payment on the table and practically bolted out of the door. Odra waited until he was gone before she leaned in close to Garl.

“Sooooo… how much you want to bet that the necklace he’s talking about is worth way, way more than two hundred gold?”

Garl smirked. “Safe bet, since it’s for the governor,” he agreed.

“Goodie. I’ll work on the story about not being able to find it, you’ll back me up with your scary face.”

“And what is my scary face?”

“Your scary face is your face all the time.”

Garl rolled his eyes before grabbing on Odra’s ear and roughly pulling on it.

“OW! Ow, lemme go, I’m sorry! Ouch! You’re gonna make me spill my beer, lemme gooooo!”

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[heavenlycinema]

Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves 2023

John Francis Daley, Jonathan Goldstein (Dirs)

“What’s trying to kill us this time?”

[theconstellola]

Fixed some details of his crown ✨

- Arthur, The Sword In The Stone (1963)

[would-they-listen-to-that]

May I please have a self ship playlist for P.anic from D.isney's "H.ercules"? Preferably with at least one song by either L.ed Z.eppelin, T.he R.olling S.tones, or T.alking H.eads, because those are his VA's top three favorite bands IRL.😁 Thank you so much in advance!

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ caller, listen to me. I've got 24 hours to get rid of this *bozo* playlist, and you are wearing HIS MERCHANDISE??????

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

Moonlight Serenade - Glenn Miller

Smile - Nat King Cole

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

Don't Worry Be Happy - Bobby McFerrin

Black Dog - Led Zeppelin

Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones

Fine Line - Harry Styles

rises the moon - Liana Flores

thanks for dialing in!

[watchingdiary]

the good place

Type: Serial/Movie

Genre: Sitcom, Fantasy

Number of Season(s): 4

Running Years: 2016-2020

Creators: Michael Schur

[tinyreviews]

It’s a movie by women, for women. Choked full of witty, allegorical quotes.

Barbie is a 2023 American fantasy comedy film directed by Greta Gerwig, who wrote the screenplay with Noah Baumbach. Based on the Barbie fashion dolls by Mattel, it is the first live-action Barbie film after numerous computer-animated films and specials. The film stars Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling, with America Ferrera, Kate McKinnon, Helen Mirren, Issa Rae, Simu Liu, Michael Cera, Rhea Perlman, and Will Ferrell.

[cephalosporine]

To anyone listening:

Please watch “People of Earth”.

It was written by David Jenkins (OFMD), has a great sense of humour and people who like anything WWDITS, Ghosts,… adjacent and just… surreal comedies with a lot of heart…will love this!

It’s about a VERY burnt out journalist from NY who is tasked with writing an article about some lunatics who believe they were abducted by aliens (they call themselves ✨experiencers✨) and meet in a catholic church. At first, the journalist (Ozzy) dismisses all of them. But he soon finds out that their stories mirror some of his own life experiences in a weird way…

TL;DR: It’s basically “just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not after you”

Please watch “People of Earth”

[kwebtv]

Blithe Spirit - NBC - December 7, 1966

A presentation of "Hallmark Hall of Fame" Season 16 Episode 2

Fantasy Comedy

Running Time: 90 minutes

Produced and Directed by George Schaefer

Stars:

Dirk Bogarde as as Charles Condomine

Rosemary Harris as Elvira Condomine

Rachel Roberts as Ruth Condomine

Ruth Gordon as Madams Arcati

Geoffrey Lumb as Dr. Broadman

Joan White as Mrs. Broadman

Mildred Trares as Edith

[schlock-luster-video]

On August 18, 1971, Brewster McCloud debuted in France.

Here's some new Shelley Duvall art!

[vanitaandking]

Vanita and the Demon King, Page 41

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[authorofdragons]

New Skull & Pyro cover/poster! :]

2 years overdue! really like how i captured the fantasy rpg vibe ive been going for. here's the old ones for comparison! 2020, 2021, and 2023 left to right

i love how their noses just keep getting bigger. they can smell anything now

[theadventuresofgarlandodra]

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots – Too Much Fruit!

Prev. Part

“You know what, Garl?”

“Hmm?”

“I think. The guild master expected this job to be the one we don’t come home from.”

“Really? What makes you think that?”

Odra didn’t need to say another word, she just spread her arms out and gestured to over two dozen goblin corpses surrounding the pair. Absolute, bloody carnage. Nothing that Odra and her gargoyle companion couldn’t handle, but she definitely sucked down more than one healing potion during the brawl.

Garl nodded before he tipped over a crate. “Just apples,” he said as they rolled all over the ground.

“Oh come on! At least give me beef jerky!” Odra huffed as she grabbed the apples and started stuffing them into her shirt. “Seriously, they were goblin raiders. Where’s the meat!?”

Garl shrugged as he went from crate to crate, knocking them over with the broad side of his sword and sending their botanical contents rolling in the dirt. “Maybe they attacked a group of vegans?” he suggested.

“Ew. Then these were stupid goblins.”

Odra picked up one of the corpses by the back of its shirt and gave it a shake, nodding appreciatively at the silver and gold coins that fell from its pockets. “Eh, some were smart enough to hide some of the take from their friends,” she said as she scooped up the money.

Garl snorted. “Don’t feel even a little sad?” he asked as he kicked over another crate, this one filled with pears. “You know, because they’re fellow goblins,” he pointed out as he picked up one of the pears and tossed it into his mouth whole.

“Eh.”

Odra clambered inside of a trunk, popping out a second later with a cabbage bigger than her head cradled in her arms. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. They’re out here for a fight, they got one, and they lost. Boo hoo. Not like I knew ‘em. Garl, seriously, where’s the meat!? I want MEAT!”

Garl might’ve turned away quickly, but not quick enough to miss the smile on his face. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me! You appreciate a good steak like the rest of us!” Odra flung herself out of the trunk, landing on the cabbage and crushing it under her weight.

“You eat squirrels that have been dead for weeks. You don’t appreciate a good steak.”

“I will FIGHT you.”

Garl didn’t respond, he just kicked over another crate.

“Huh. Melons.”

Odra shrieked and threw her arms up.

“I give up! This is the stupidest job we’ve ever taken! Who steals just boxes of fruit!?”

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