#comedy writing

[raywriting]

Writing a somewhat autobiography about my life (I know I'm only 23 but it's good for my mind ok), and wanted to share maybe one of my all-time moments in my life to this day.

pov: Thomas the Tank Engine comes for your tonsils

[ririwithrice]

i made a short skit if you wanna watch it :3

[robinsontheroof]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF, Richard II - Shakespeare, Richard III - Shakespeare, Henry IV - Shakespeare, Henry V - Shakespeare, Henry VI - Shakespeare, Historical RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Alex Horne (British Comedy RPF), Greg Davies, Richard II of England, Richard III of England, Henry IV of England, Henry V of England, Henry VI of England Additional Tags: Comedy, History Jokes, Screenplay/Script Format, Fake Episode Summary:

GREG: Hello and welcome to Taskmaster! I’m Greg Davies and this is my domain. Yeah, you heard me – I’m the king here! After literal decades of doing this, we’ve had to get a little creative, didn’t we? So we raised arguably the biggest comedians in history to vie for a trophy that is as worthless as it ever was, and especially to them, because they’re dead. We’d say you know them from history, but that’d be a lie, you know them from Shakespeare. Welcome – RICHARD the Second! HENRY the Fourth! HENRY the Fifth! HENRY the Sixth! And RICHARD the Third!

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

“Take that with a line of coke.”

“…Do you mean grain of salt?”

“You’re gonna want the coke.”

[sunandflame]

You know, it’s easy to write fluff. It’s easy to write angst. And it’s even easy to write smut. But you know what’s really hard to write? Comedy.

Because it’s by far the riskiest genre. Not because it’s technically harder, but because humor is so damn subjective. What makes one person cry laughing might make someone else blink in silence. And unlike angst or fluff, there’s no safe zone for tone—if the joke doesn’t land, it flops.

But when it does? That’s magic.

[lefay-if]

hi! (spoilers for the demo ahead)

played the demo and was incredibly delighted by it. perhaps comedy isn't the main focus of the IF but I was laughing almost outloud at so many parts of it. I love how Morgan can call her child a grub. and the reply is that all babes look somewhat like a grub. I couldn't help but feel incredibly endeared to ywain after that even though after such a traumatic birth AND birth circumstance my morgainne would probably have mixed feelings about the kid. as someone who hasnt gone through or talked about the process of giving birth in detail, reading that scene was horrifying. (/positive) the dread i felt for my poor morgainne!! when she said she felt it tearing and the midwife said that women have done it before so why cant you, i wanted to shake her by the shoulders and go WELL YEAH BUT THEY ALSO DIED DURING IT. I admit I felt a bit of schaudenfreude seeing Merlin doubled over in pain while healing morgan because it just feels very gratifying to show the possible pain that has been endured during birthgiving. and hearing later on that morgan PROLAPSED AND TORE??? terrifying. thank god for magic and modern medicine. anyways.

im enchanted by your writing style :] I adore Arthur i want to protect that kid so much. you can surprise him and he sprays his drink everywhere that was hilarious. and when we find him with merlin my own heart was aching seeing him sobbing. what horrible thing did he realise 👀 i cant wait for so much more. its been lovely torturing Kay and watching Gawain reflexively maintain propriety but I look forward even more to meeting Galahad and pushing his buttons to see what's his whole deal... and i loooved the dance that was so fun :] why did mabon and sebile act that way? how will I meet them again? WHAT was that (surely shipwrecked) half-dead baby doing there?? questions questions that I cannot wait to see answered :)

I confess my asks do tend to be quite long as they ramble and talk about literally anything so thank you for bearing with me 👍 also I wanted to check, (this may be the fault of my reading comprehension) but when merlin mentions that he wants to tell morgan something about how little arthur knows about uther, he never exactly says what it is that morgan subsequently does not like. I assume it was intentionally left out but im letting you know just in case.

anyways, thank you for creating a wonderful story with fascinating takes on very very old characters. your story has lit up my imagination and created so many lovely characters and an mc that I now think very intensely about. have an amazing day and take care!

Hi hi~ I really love your username. Genuinely, when I get compliments for the humor in this story, it makes me really happy. My humor is an acquired taste, it's pretty silly and absurd and largely influenced by Monty Python and some comedians from my country who are dry yet weird... So random cynicisms or stupid moments are what gets me everytime, and what I try to write as well. Comedy may not be a focus but it's important to me! This is supposed to be a whimsical story after all.

Also, just in case anyone who sees this likes Monty Python, my favorites are "Nudge Nudge", "Silly Walks" and the "Lumberjack Song".

Thank you so much for the lovely compliments, I do try to horrify and enchant in equal part :]

You're correct about the thingy being left out intentionally. Don't worry, though. It will come up again. So much of Chapter 1 is pure set-up, like... so much. That's why I was so worried about publishing it, too, because I felt like there was so little of true substance actually in there. But I suppose that's not as big a problem as I thought.

I'm very glad you're enjoying my takes on the characters and I sincerely hope you'll like the ones that haven't had their entrance yet as well. Have a wonderful day!

[nan0red]

Just had to take a late night piss in the dark and gotta say, felt powerful.

I stared into the purest form of terror, the void that has terrified humanity since THE DAWN OF TIME-

And I whipped my cock out.

Baller.

[the-most-humble-blog]

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You have been reading the public transmissions.

The sharp little fragments. The free range damage. The musings. The elegant acts of psychological vandalism.

Cool.

But let us be adults for one second.

You know damn well the best material is never what gets left on the sidewalk.

Tumblr gets the flare. The signal fire. The bait. The first cut. The beautiful little weapon I can throw into the crowd and let ricochet off whoever still has a functioning nervous system.

Patreon is where I put the rest of the body.

The denser truths. The more dangerous musings. The pieces that breathe heavier. The posts that go further than this site should probably tolerate. The ones that do not merely tap your forehead and leave.

The ones that move furniture around in your head.

That is where I am building the deeper archive now.

Not eventually. Not one vague mystical day in the future. Now.

Which means this is the funny part.

Some of you are going to join early and get to watch the vault form in real time. You will see the sharper work first. You will be there while the tone gets stranger, richer, rawer, more exact. You will get the musings before they are diluted into public fragments. You will be inside the room while the walls are still being painted in blood and excellent phrasing.

Others will wait.

They will lurk. They will "mean to." They will tell themselves they will check it out later. They will do that soft little modern thing where people stand outside the club explaining to themselves that they never really liked music anyway.

And then one day they will realize there is already a whole body of work over there they missed. A whole rhythm. A whole continuity. A whole inner circle language they were not present for when it was born.

That is how irrelevance happens now.

Not with a bang. With procrastination. With tabs left open. With "I'll get around to it." With watching from the hallway while other people get early access to the version of the work that still has its teeth in it.

The public page will still get heat.

I am not abandoning Tumblr. Tumblr is the street sermon. The alleyway miracle. The free sample laced with consequences.

But Patreon is where I am putting the fuller transmissions. Longer pieces. Potent musings. Harder truths. More dangerous comedy. More intimate doctrine. More of the material that makes people stop scrolling and stare at the wall for ten minutes like they just remembered they are alive.

That is the shift.

You are not being asked to "support a creator." That phrase has always sounded like a PBS tote bag having a panic attack.

You are being offered access.

Access to the deeper layer. Access to the uncropped signal. Access to the place where the public posts come from before they get shaved down for open air consumption.

And the beautiful thing about getting in early is this.

Early members do not just consume the culture. They become part of its founding weather.

They are there before the stack gets tall. Before the archive gets heavy. Before the language gets copied. Before the late arrivals show up pretending they were always down.

So if you have been reading me here and thinking:

damn, this is already good

then understand something very simple.

This is the public setting.

This is me with the door open.

Patreon is where I close it.

Enter now while the deeper chamber is still taking shape.

Because once the archive starts growing teeth, the worst feeling in the world is realizing you stood outside it on purpose.

PATREON ACCESS: https://patreon.com/TheMostHumble

Main archive and everything else: https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

If the public feed made an impression on you, do not make the mistake of assuming the public feed is the main event.

It is the trailer. The breach. The first ripple.

The real water is behind the wall.

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