#burlesque competitions

[jadeestebanestrada]

Stoned vs. Drunk vs. Sober

I’ve participated in many comedy competitions during my tour and Stoned vs. Drunk vs. Sober is definitely one of my favs. Come warm up with us Wednesday night at the Hi-Ho Lounge! Isaac Kozell hosts.

Photo: Brent Kosadnar

[bat-boness]

Art Request: How about some Rosie Burlesque?

HOPE YOU LIKE IT! she preformed just for you and killed her competition I mean uhh your husband >:]

Another vers>:)

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Just Let Me Adore You

Yandere Jack Hanma x Burlesque Dancer Afab Reader

For @lex90112 who requested Baki men with a burlesque reader

TW: yandere behavior, dubcon, adult themes, and murder (mentioned)

Now Jack was not a man driven by lust or women. He never had an interest in earthly pleasures… until now.

Jack had no business being in a gentleman’s club but the temptation of cheap drinks and his curiosity of what lied inside lead him in here. And lo and behold, he saw her.

Jack has never seen a burlesque performance before but he was entranced. The giant white feather fans enraptured him in their seductive dance. His cinnamon colored eyes stayed locked on her form that reminded him of a bird that was making an attempt to enchant a potential mate.

The plumage teased his hungry eyes until the beautiful woman was revealed underneath. His breath hitched and his palms began to sweat. Jack was utterly bewitched. He couldn’t look away from her performance no matter how much he wanted to reign his self control back in. A primal feeling had taken ahold of him.

The snow white garments made her appear to be a lamb amongst wolves. Her shy smile and gazes made something stir in his loins as she danced for the predatory gazes all around her. How could someone be so cute yet so delish tempting to ravage?

When she slowly began to shed off her clothing, he shuddered when one of her garments now laid on his lap. The scent of her sweet perfume overwhelmed his senses and it took everything in him not to bury his nose in them.

Jack had a lump form in his throat when she blew a kiss in his general direction- no. She blew a kiss at him. And now it took everything in him not to jump on that stage to steal her away from this life of lustful gazes and wolf whistles. She deserved better.

The poor man had fallen in love at first sight and he would pursue her with unrestrained madness like a wolf lusting for a lamb. Jack wanted to steal her away from himself.

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And so Jack became a regular to his lamb’s performance. Jack had found out her name is (your name) and they were close in age.

Jack kept every snow white garment thrown at him by her since it was a gift she willingly gave to him. His cinnamon eyes burned every kiss blown at him into his permanent memory.

Sometimes Jack liked to imagine that she only danced for his eyes to see. That her smiles and flirty glances were only reserved for him.

Jack should know better but he couldn’t help it. He’s been alone for so many years now that he couldn’t help but be entranced by the idea of having someone at his side. Desire had taken ahold of his heart and body.

Since his desire to be the strongest hadn’t worked out, why not have a new purpose? A purpose to protect his precious lamb from slaughter?

Too bad Jack hadn’t taken competition into equation…

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Jack felt his jaw clench when he over head some men talk about his lamb in the after hours of the night. Their lewd perversions disgusted him. How dare they speak of her in such a way… she was so much more than a piece of meat.

It was when they spoke of plans of sexual assault that made Jack decide to step forth as her self proclaimed protector. No one will touch a hair on her head so long as he breathes. Jack was willing to kill for her.

Jack felt his fist clench and then unclench. He wasn’t going to let them trash her name. And that’s when he stalked forward. His large form towered over the men’s smaller forms.

“What the hell are you looking at?”

“Some corpses.”

A few screams filled the night air and then silence.

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“That blond giant is here again to see you dance.” (Your name) hummed at her manager’s words. She wasn’t surprised by this news. She knew he’d be here, he always was over the last few months.

His predatory gaze made her feel more bare than the few pieces of lingerie she wore. She knew if she got too close to that wolf then he would devour her whole. So she made sure to keep his hunger satiated with small tokens of herself. Lest she wanted to end up on the stage and eaten before everyone’s eyes.

“I think that Jack guy is in love with you.” (Your name)’s manager whispered softly, their eyes filled with concern. “He’s a terrifying man. We can go to a new club if you’d like. One far from here before he tries something.”

(Your name) shook her head and smiled at her manager. “He’s my biggest tipper. I’d hate to lose such a loyal regular.”

“But he’s… ugly.” Her manager whispered. “And his eyes look like they want to swallow you whole.”

It seems many people were aware of the blonde man’s lust for her. Perhaps she should take this into consideration? Then again, (your name) was no lamb like everyone believed. No… she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She used the lust of men to pay off a debt she owed and she was nearly done with it.

“I can handle him.” (Your name) smiled at her manager with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll be just fine.”

A shame she had underestimated the giant man. Perhaps the tragedy wouldn’t have befallen her if she had just ran while she still could.

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(Your name)’s eyes widened at the large amount of money presented to her. Her regular wanted a private dance… and he had plaid twice the amount required for one.

“I can’t save you if you accept…” her manager whispered with sad eyes. “But I know you need this money…”

(Your name) took a hold of her manager’s hands. “I’ll be fine. I’ll giving him a dance if that is what he would like.”

Yes… one more dance and she’d be out of this life. That’s all she would need…

“Tell him I’ll do it. I’ll meet him at the address.” Her manager solemnly nodded and gave her one last glance.

“Please be safe.”

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(Your name) was pulled into a searing kiss so strong, she felt her lips bruise. Large hands eagerly explored her body as the giant man trembled above her. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. It was just meant to be a dance and yet he pounced on her like a hungry lion the moment her cover came off.

“You’re mine now.” Jack huskily whispered in her ear, his fingers eagerly tugged at her lingerie. “And I want to give you all of me…”

(Your name) gasped when he pressed something big into her bottom. He was massive… she could count on one hand how many people she’s been with but he was so much bigger than all of them. And he seemed more eager to please…

“Jack, I don’t know if we should-“ (your name) was pulled into another eager kiss. Her lingerie now pooled around her feet as his hands cupped her chest and his body shook.

“Please… please take my virginity.” Jack muttered into her neck. “I want you to have me. I want to be yours.”

Jack’s movements were clumsy yet they showed restraint. (Your name) glanced into this face and rather than seeing a man with a starving gaze, she saw a scared child. This giant man before her was lost and his heart screamed for love. It broke her heart… she didn’t want to imagine the things he had been through in his life. But she was willing to be his solace for a night.

(Your name) gently took his face in her hands and stroked her thumbs over his scarred cheeks. His eyes watered a bit and his body still trembled like a leaf but his gaze was filled with admiration for her. Something she wasn’t used to seeing on a man of his stature.

“Okay. You can have me.” She was stolen away to his room in an instant.

She was tossed onto his bed like a doll while his hands quickly began to shed his clothes. All of him was massive and scarred but there was something attractive about him. It stirred something primal in her but that could also be since she hasn’t had sex in a long time.

(Your name) gasped when he shaved his face between her legs, her fingers tried to grasp at his short blonde locks. His tongue eagerly lapped at her wet folds to try to please. Eager to taste. Eager to own.

Her soft whimpers only encouraged him to devour her even more. His long tongue thrusted in and out of her warmth while his nose bumped against her clit. His eyes rolled back at the sweet taste. He was in heaven…

When her body convulsed and her thighs wrapped around his head, he knew he had successfully pleased her but Jack wanted more.

Jack wanted to explore all of her. He moved his mouth up from her privates to kiss up her stomach and to her chest. His lips wrapped around her left nipple to give it a harsh suck, a loud cry escaped her lips.

“More… I want more please.” She didn’t have to tell him twice. He clumsily lined himself up before he pressed himself in. A groan escaped his lips at the damp tightness that clenched around his length. He wasn’t even halfway in yet and he could feel the back of her. It was too much for him.

Jack hissed when her nails dug into his back but it did little to deter him from rightfully claiming her for himself. He kept pushing in despite her cries and moans. Jack’s instincts began to take over as he began to thrust.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and moans echoed in the room. The smell of sex permeated in the air. Jack had never felt such pleasure before.

It didn’t take long for his shallow thrusts to become brutal. The bed slammed into the wall and his hands grasped her hips in a bruising grip but it did little to deter his desire to own her.

Poor (your name) could only throw her head back as she felt him dig into her guts. His large tip punching her crevice over and over again. He was too big… he was too much. Yet she couldn’t even formulate words from how stupid he was fucking her.

Jack felt a strength rush through his body but he paid it no mind. He was too busy chasing his high to understand Hanma logic. The desire to claim and breed had overtaken him.

Jack gave her shoulder’s a bite strong enough to leave a mark. His tongue lapped at the blood in euphoria. He felt on top of the world. He loved this feeling and he never wanted it to end… he finally had his precious lamb.

It was when his hips began to finally stutter and he felt something explode from him that he knew it was finished. He pulled himself out with a wet squelch, his cinnamon eyes glanced at the steady stream of white leaking from her swollen hole in awe. She was his.

His hulking body slumped into a puddle beside her. His arms coiled around her form to pull her to his. Jack felt himself relax for the first time in years, his high made him glow.

“That was amazing…” Jack whispered, the giant pressed kisses on the bleeding bite make on (your name)‘s shoulder. “I’m all yours.”

(Your name) only felt exhausted, her body bruised and battered from his rough treatment but she was sure she could slip away in the morning.

As her eyes fluttered shut to sleep, she failed to realize Jack was never going to let her go.

He may now be hers, but now she was also his. Forever.

[wilwheaton]

Just got back from seeing a Star Wars vs Star Trek burlesque show in the Twin Cities. It was exceptional. You would have appreciated the energy in the room. 😆 (Star Wars won the tip bucket competition on the back of an amazing Lando Calrissian)

I absolutely adore Burlesque. I love everything about it. It's the same people who made me feel welcome at Rocky Horror, Roller Derby, and every queer space I've ever been to. It's just always been the most wonderful environment, and the raunchy, bawdy, drag queen humor just makes my heart sing.

I've seen a couple of sci-fi shows, but never a Wars v Trek show. I bet that was fantastic.

There's a performer in Seattle who does the most incredible Wesley number where they turn start out as Wesley, turn into a PHOENIX, and then turn into ME, with the beard and everything. And there's another performer in NoLa who does a Wesley number I'm DYING to see live.

But, yeah. The energy in the room is my favorite thing. I just bathe myself in all that delightful celebration of beauty and humor and being a happy weirdo.

[witchofthesouls]

Okay, imagine this: some forms of human dance are a strange line between Cybertronian burlesque and performance art.

Not only mecha needs to be mindful of their kibble and extra pieces as they waltz or tango in elegant circles around (Remember: the sphere/circle is the most divine shape to their culture), but they must perform with no armature to have all that smooth movement and tight shapes as they press together.

Of course, there are costumes and props that give off the illusion of plating, but there are the utilizations of ruffles, sleek fabric, voluminous sleeves and gowns, breakable plates, and timed chimes of bells as it lacks the heavy clack and clang of real plating smashing or sliding together.

It's high-performance and avant garde (the designs are absolutely peak) nudity to them.

Not only are there 'bots and 'cons absolutely tapping into the broadcasts of ballet, broadshows, opera, and musicals, if there's a nearby dance competition, especially a waltz or tango, then there's a good chance that mechs will be nearby it.

And if there's any humans-into-Cybertronians practicing for a upcoming jig that they refuse to back down with the species swap?

Mechs by the portside windows overlooking the practice:

[brckensociety]

{ closed starter | @mccntower }

cricket was pumped, hearing the sound of the crowd chattering away as they waited for the show to start. she always loved the excitement and anticipation that brewed in the air. she was in the second set, and the crowd finished clapping for the last performer before the host returned to the stage, 'next up, our resident rebel who is here once more to stun after winning their latest burlesque competition, it's time to welcome to the stage performing one of their most loved acts, jinx!' as the crowd clapped the femme, in her poison ivy costume, made her way on stage, standing in a pose in the centre as the song 'boyfriend' by dove cameron started to play through the venue. with that, she began her dance and strip-tease.

[theoutcastrogue]

Spectacles in Constantinople (other than chariot races)

[by Marcus Rautman]

Reconstruction of early Constantinople

Like any great city, Constantinople was a nexus of social space, civic ceremony, commercial entertainment, and endless diversion. Medieval observers saw a busy urban environment where streets and plazas were regularly taken over by processions, churches and monasteries were filled with clergy and worshipers, and competitive games and performances took place in the open-air hippodrome.

The unruly intensity of enthusiastic crowds could also have unforeseen consequences, and on occasion violence and riots flared. John Chrysostom and other guardians of public decorum warned that attending mass spectacles could lead to laughter, immodest and licentious behavior, impulsiveness, and loss of responsible identity. While theatrical shows were generally improvisational, their potential to critique and undermine social order was clear to officials like Justinian (527–65), who suppressed Christological mimes and withdrew funding for their public performance. Some of the most negative views came from bishops attending the late seventh-century Council in Trullo, whose canons discouraged clergy and monks from attending the hippodrome and condemned exhibitions of mimes, wild animals, and public dancing.

Yet other sources make clear that organized spectacles were inseparable from the intensity of city life, with state-sponsored processions, games, and performances growing out of playful, demonstrative interactions experienced every day in street, market, and home.

On stage

Acrobat, musician and dancer, silver cover of a bowl, 12th century (in the Hermitage)

Theatrical entertainments were another popular spectacle inherited from classical times. Roman citizens had long been in the habit of attending public performances and several open-air theaters are known in early Constantinople. Unlike classical drama, stage productions in late antiquity aimed at visual rather than literary appeal, and ranged from choreographed group performances to individual displays of acrobatic and illusionist skill. One of the most elaborate forms of stage performance was pantomime (pantomimos), a ballet-like retelling of familiar mythological tales known in the third century BC. Commanding public stage or private dining room, a single interpretive dancer assumed well-known character roles by wearing distinctive costumes and trappings. The expressive eloquence of non-verbal performance was reinforced by instrumental or sung musical accompaniment.

By contrast, the less decorous antics of mimes and mummers offered broadly comedic diversion in the tradition of burlesque and slapstick. Expressive mime (mimos) performances had an equally long history, with plots drawn from easily recognized, often transgressive aspects of everyday life: family dramas, mistaken identities, infidelities, crime, violence. Requiring no scenery and few props, mimes moved freely from stage to street corners and taverns, delivering lively action supported by flutes, pipes, lyres, singing, and drums. Acrobats and jugglers appear in different media and are mentioned by late medieval authors. The depiction of small, costumed, and sometimes nude figures on carved ivory boxes of the tenth–twelfth centuries suggests the broad parody and implicit social commentary of playful display.

Like other forms of mass entertainment the theater was viewed by authorities with suspicious tolerance. Chrysostom and others saw the manipulative inauthenticity of dramatic roleplaying (hypocrisis) as inherently blasphemous. Naturally the unpredictable and emotional response to public performance contributed to immorality and political subversion. Performers were seen as inhabiting the social margin; foreigners, slaves, and especially women were regarded as morally irresponsible, even as they were invited to play in the palace itself. Prokopios’ overheated account of Theodora’s stage career likely drew on widespread prejudices about the moral fluidity of the entertainment community as much as its enduring popular acclaim.

On the streets

Broad, porticoed streets were among Constantinople’s most characteristic urban features. While major processions stuck to these primary routes, secondary streets in peripheral quarters saw myriad local celebrations. [...]

Streets were busy throughout the day. Carts and wagons kept to the main roads, with porters carrying their loads through uneven, winding alleys. Food vendors, scribes, and moneychangers lined the porticoes, which were good places to meet people and pass time with friends. Keeping passages clear of debris and lit by torches at night was up to shopkeepers, who might briefly expand their domain by setting benches and tables for customers outside their doors. Floor mosaics, graffiti, and game boards carved into the paving of porticoes reflect the attractions of recreational leisure. Observers note the boisterous conviviality of restaurants, taverns, and baths, where acrobats, illusionists, and jugglers shared their talent at close range. Trained bears, birds, and dogs were always reliable attractions. Mime-like performers and storytellers continued to play back streets and tavernas.

— Marcus Rautman, "Entertainment" in The Cambridge companion to Constantinople / edited by Sarah Bassett. Cambridge University Press 2022

[possibly-pasta]

QUEER JOY

So last night my partner asked if they could surprise me with a hangout and they took me to a BUTCH vs FEMME OLYMPICS NIGHT!!!!!

We drove an hour to this event space that has a lot of queer nights and it was a DREAM!!!!

there was a relay race that involved putting on a harness and watering a houseplant

the Butch team made me swoon so hard there was an, adam sandler type, a James Dean type, and just every other flavor of butch. The MC was a Very handsome short jewish butch wearing a wifehelper with her hair all slicked back!!! The Judge was the Brooklyn winner of the Twinks vs Dolls competition!!!!

there were so many people saying “i’m butch… Tonight!!” and “i’m for the femmes, Most of the time” and there was a Secret Third Thing category and they were all so beautiful!!!!

I got to see queer people wrestle to eat a piece of candy off of the others ankle where it was tied, i saw a beautiful non-binary person preform burlesque in a challenge to seduce the judge!!!! in the poetry contest this Very handsome Secret Third Thing got up and said “my voice may be dropping, but i still won’t be topping” and the crowd went Wild.

I was invited to smoke weed by a really tall femme in a sick ass goth outfit a mere 15 minutes after i saw her wrestle her butch to the floor. she gave me the gentlest touch on the shoulder and said “we’re going to go have weed, if you’d like to come. you seem lovely”

A Very very handsome butch with her shirt half unbuttoned and her hat slightly askew from the other butches roughhousing gave me the most charming sideways grin as she walked by

there was a small group of millennial gay guys hanging at the bar that just seemed so happy and content to be there and witness the shenanigans in their very normal old navy clothes.

The bartender was in drag and while i was outside smoking, they kicked someone out and used the most Protective and fierce voice to say “Leave this building NOW. DO NOT COME BACK” i tipped them heavily and thanked them for keeping us all safe before i went home.

Not a SINGLE person questioned or looked confused or upset at whoever looking however they wanted stepping up to be on either team.

I got to be with my community and it fucking HEALED me

Thank you to my partner. they know what i needed and brought me to it 💕

[geoffreytoday]

In the Star Wars RPG I'm running, the party is currently on a planet that's having it's big annual Harvest Festival. The festivities include a Harvest Kween* Pageant.

I now call upon Monster Fucker Tumblr to render judgment on my fake space beauty pageant!

Please Reblog for reach, as I don't have a lot of followers, and be sure to keep the tag "kween" for the benefit of my players so they can block this post and not be spoiled!

*"Kween" being a non-gendered word for monarch on this planet.

Alright, here we go!

Here are your Harvest Kween Contestants!

You're bound to love Buttercup Hazelburry!

Hailing from Pandala city on the east coast of Macbraulth, Buttercup, or "Butters" to her friends, is a personal trainer who enjoys hiking, skiing, and participating in the local burlesque scene!

Always on the cutting edge of style, here comes Cleo!

Local fashion icon Cleo is making her Harvest Kween debut this year, and she couldn't be more excited. Growing up here in Zamora, Cleo has been something of a local entrepreneur since childhood, when she started her own fashion line while still in primary school!

What more need be said other than his name? This is...

✨ Destiel ✨

An awed hush please for our next contestant, Karga!

A bouncer and local Rap-Battle participant, Karga is a force to be reckoned with, possessing brains, brawn, and beauty! We could not be more thrilled to have her in this year's competition.

A tour guide at Magmar park, on the famous Vulcorr expanse, please welcome Palmenno Frolins!

Palmenno brings his signature joie de vivre to everything he does. Whether he's hard at work, or hard at play, Palmenno's personality is always front and centaur!

All the way from Iscandar, this is Starsha!

This mysterious beauty from a distant star came to Hibor to work as an astronautical engineer on The Ring, and are we ever glad she did!

Hey Fam! It's Strombella!

Zamora's most prolific Holo-Tok "influencer", Strombella Enduran is a near constant presence at every event in our fair city, so it should come as no surprise to see her here today!

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, here comes Tibur Jauzen!

Tibur comes to the Midron system all the way from the opposite side of the mid-rim, from the aquatic planet of Karkarodahn. Here on Hibor, they work as an engineer at the Kazzanth deep sea power station. A dangerous job, but "Danger" is their middle name!

A visitor from the planet Bofuunidal, it's our pleasure to introduce you to Todd.

In his own words: "I thought I was in line for the concession stand, but it turned out to be the line for the Harvest Kween competition! By the time I realized my mistake, I figured What the hell."

Priceless. Good luck Todd. Win or lose, we'll make sure you get fed!

And now, our final contestant...

He's 8 feet of trouble in a 4 foot body, this is Tommy Midnight!

Tommy is a loner, a rebel, a bad boy with a heart of gold who's nothing but trouble, or so his business card says. Tommy is unemployed by day, and an unemployed musician by night. If you have a band looking for a front man, Tommy is interested.

And now it's up to you!

[femmefighter]

QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS I was tagged by @scifi-cowboy :) Sweet idea! Let's get to know some mutuals!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: Neg. My parents picked my name out of a name book and I hate it 😅

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Last week, listening to the SW audiobook Victory's Price, sobbing like bitch when the pilots start telling their stories to each other. Ugh.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: Neg. I have fur-children though!

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: (Field) hockey, softball, bit of soccer in school. Too hard to do teams sports now with shift work, but keen to try and join a mate in playing ice hockey. Love to run. Sporty upbringing, which has resulted in being stupidly competitive.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: Pfft, me?! never

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: It's hard to describe, and this is going to come across wishy-washy, but their energy. What's the energy they're giving off? Approachable? Connectable? Genuine? But also, love a good smile. ☺️

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: Green

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: Happy endings all the way. Please give me hope.

ANY TALENTS?: Ugh, this question sucks. Does being very good at my job count? Other talent would be the ability to hyperfixate on new hobbies to do them to a half-decent standard in a very short amount of time before getting distracted by something else.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: Downunder mate 🇦🇺

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: Sewing, knitting, fanfic writing, running, just started burlesque which is gonna stick I think! And singing by myself in the car.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: Fur-children! A border collie, two cats and an old horse.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: Five foot six

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: Drama studies and psychology

DREAM JOB?: I actually really do love my current job, despite how stressful it is (ambulance dispatch). But damn, I would have loved to have made a living doing something creative/performative, like a cabaret/theatre performer, costume artist, etc.

Look, I'm gonna try tagging a lucky 13 in this. Please don't feel the need to answer any of this. It's just a bit of fun 😜 @veditas @the-merchant00 @halepo @bri-the-nautilus @loevawrites @sapphicsparkles @rancidsugar @detective-jane-rizzoli @that-one-loth-cat @kokonut713 @bufftat-junkie @across-the-cypress-trees @balancingtheforce

[knjbrin]

Was Gone Working on some Projects!

Here’s the Audition look for the Art competition GirlFight! We had to design a Burlesque/ Cabaret girl and with the help of my lovely Wife we came up with a Luna Moth themed Costume while keeping the color scheme of Girlfight! I’m so proud of how it came out and I can’t wait to Make playalong looks for this season!

[skanktank]

Ok ok off to pres for margs burlesque competition and then I gotta get across town to anders 40th gig , everyone pray I don't get top drunk or tired or sad

[sunskate]

👀 this is a surprise- but also A/V’s Mozart program is lovely. she has flexibility like a ballerina, and they’re musical. they do have a push pull thing sometimes where he’s moving her. they’re small in the skating. idk if the program plus the dance quality >> than the more mature and balanced skating and ice coverage and control of W/T

but W/T are skating Moulin Rouge😱😅 not the same songs, except one phrase. but still, Charlie White 🙂

Mullens: Armand Amar - La Terre vue de ciel - they seem like they’re doing a lot of things right. look forward to seeing them on the JGP

Peals: Pearl Harbor - this feels like generic “Big Serious Movie Music” - it’s Hans Zimmer, who usually gives you more for your ear to hook into. thank goodness they don’t seem to be telling the story, but i’m curious why they chose this

Beznosikova/Leleu: Fergie - Be Italian, Kate Hudson - Cinema Italiano - they had a good competition, kind of announced themselves- though they seem already to have a lot of supporters here

Ilin/Cain: Ruelle-Carry You - Greg Zuerlein was at the boards for them. i guess they’re another team that splits time at MIDA? Gover/Wilson-French: Burlesque - a better day than they had at Next Gen. they look like they need more time to gel. also idk what Carol Lane is thinking with some of the moves she’s having her teams do rolling on the ice

Corneil/Emery: Cody Fry- Flying - i didn’t realize from watching on streams how tall they are. she might be taller than Madi Hubbell. they look more grown up this season. speaking of lifting, their RoLi is a new order of difficulty from what they’ve been doing before, and it’s interesting to see how detailed the teaching has been - they look like they’re thinking still, but you can almost see step by step how they’ve learned it

Epps/Gilman: Valentina Lisitsa - Truman Sleeps, Tony Ann - Something I Could Never Be. Patrice at the boards again

Batkova/Yang: Cody Fry cover of Fix You. they had a double fall but came back strong. a little girl tried to throw a plushie bigger than her head onto the ice for them, but chucked it into the glass and then gave up😭😭 i hope she got to give it to them

Tong/Boutsan: Fame - he stopped skating for a time to take care of himself through some mental health issues- good to see him back. they have a pair of fun programs

[heathmorgan]

[ skeet ulrich — 53 — he/him ] Introducing  HEATH JAMES MORGAN . Word on the street is they are a RETIRED F1 DRIVER / CAPTAIN and member of THE BROTHERHOOD for the past TEN YEARS . Though they are DEMANDING and BRUTAL , they can also be INCISIVE and AUTHORITARIAN . In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in. 

— BASICS.

Name: Heathcliff James Morgan

Nickname: Heath

Age / D.O.B.: 53 / March 22, 1970

Gender, Pronouns: Cisman. He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown: Dallas, Texas

Occupation: Retired F1 driver / Captain

Affiliation: The Brotherhood

Languages: English, Spanish, Italian, French

Relationship Status: Single

Children: One

— APPEARANCE.

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Height: 6 ft

— STATS.

Personality Type: ENTP

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Positive Traits: Indomitable, Eloquent, Assertive, Cunning, Dominant, Ambitious, Bold, Decisive, Resourceful, Self Disciplined, Confident, Perceptive

Negative Traits: Brutal, Volatile, Manipulative, Cynical, Rough, Competitive, Vengeful, Malicious

Mental Health: (Undiagnosed) NPD

Narcotics of use: Cocaine

— FAMILY .

Parents: Clark Morgan, Midge Davis

Siblings: TBD Morgan

Cousins: TBD

Children: Willa Morgan ( NPC )

— BIOGRAPHY .

Heath was born in Dallas. His mother was a burlesque dancer and his dad a mechanic. His mother was an alcoholic and abusive, she also struggled with drug addiction and would constantly disappear from home for weeks at a time. His father got tired of this and moved with his children to a trailer park, where he raised them as a single dad.

His father was part of a motorcycle gang, mostly former by getaway drivers with criminal ties, the kids spent much of their time under their protection, they considered them family and that was where Heath developed his passion for cars.

He started driving karts, the first step in the craft of racing, learning from control to adapting to the race track for speed. He entered karting competitions, was skilled and started to attract attention from sponsors. Different local and national competitions, getting a few good wins under his belt.

His father was killed in a confrontation between the group and the police, which made Heath responsible for his younger sibling. Due to family connections, they find their way to NYC. Necessity made him join the criminal world for a quick way out, doing the unimaginable to guarantee their survival since they no longer had protection.

He built for himself a small group of criminals that he had met along the way, they lived in the shadows. Started with small thefts and riots, until they evolved into kidnapping, blackmailing, extortion - and murder. yes, they knew it would reach extreme measures as soon as attacks on government buildings and high ranking individuals started to happen. It was a common fact among the powerful, they always had the fire lit faster when someone was about to die. And he wanted that kind of attention.

As the years went by he could see the improvement, they were far from being rich but now they had their own small house and were comfortable for the first time. Decided to return to amateur kart competitions and attended different educational programs pursuing technical and mechanical backgrounds knowledge. Sponsorship and funding allowed him to get his full competition license, building a career.

After getting a FIA international grade A license, he began competing in the lower-tier series, getting the right kind of networking and catching the attention of team owners, opening doors to opportunities in high levels of F1.

Heath was superior to the majority. Amidst the clamor, the chaos, the endless hours of practice, he remained unbroken, untouched. His power hunger surpassed that of his peers, a relentless drive to go beyond, delve deeper, and endure farther. While many found themselves in a competition for attention - he simply prevailed, unequivocally. And he deserved it. He deserved to be seen and be heard, eat the rich as they devour everything around them.

Everyone who crossed his path tried brutally to tame him, breaking him into a thousand pieces, tirelessly seeking to reshape into different individuals. His essence could never be affected, you cannot corrupt something that has been rotten for a long time. He could feel all that poison in his blood, every step he took was like the tick tock of a time bomb about to burst - all those vile urges were devouring him from the inside out.

After winning F1 world championship for the eighth time ( six times consecutively) at forty, he decided to retire. He got bored. Not just of his career, but everything else. Contacts with shady sponsors allowed him to achieve even more exclusive cycles, and consequently even more skeletons in his closet.

Do you remember the small group of criminals from his teenage years? Now with more available resources, he joined a bigger version of it, even more lethal. The Brotherhod. Meticulously chosen individuals, whose every weakness could be exploited and shaped into a weapon.

The common enemy remained the same: government, with no prospect that that target would ever change. New adversaries appeared on the way, more organizations than they could count, but nothing that couldn't be turned into a vile public message of what would happen to anyone who got in their way.

— F1 TIMELINE .

1988 : got his FIA international grade A license. he was 18

1991 : started competing for ferrari. he was 21 years old

1992 - 1999 : won six world titles consecutively

2000 : signed with mclaren.

2007 : won his seventh world title

2009 : won his eighth and last world title

2010 : retired. 40 years old

[brieffs]

Okay here's the deal

I have an idea to do a dance for a "Sexiest Men in Anime" competition where my friends and I will be the sexy versions of the 4 main characters of south park. We'd also do AI voice cover of the characters into a burlesque-type song/performance. It's meant to be both "LMAO WHAT THIS IS GREAT" for fans of the show and "Woah they look hot why are their voices like that" for the uninitiated. I feel like this would go over extremely well with the fans and be so fucking funny if done well but I fear that I and my friends may be canceled for this...

Just some background - the competition I attended a few months ago had some similar entries such as sexy spongebob and tumblr sexymen twerking together. They were all crowd faves as they made us gut laugh and were genuinely entertaining. This would be an 18+ ONLY crowd at a convention.

[djinarocks]

Elodie Auclair (My Space Goofs OC).

Elodie was born in the poverty. At the age of 18, Mrs. Dubois, the hostess of burlesque club, sympathized with the poor girl and put her in the workplace of the waitress. 3 years later, after the death of Mrs. Dubois, Elodie became the new hostess of the burlesque club. Elodie didn't know her parents, so Mrs. Dubois is the closest thing about family she has. Elodie is quiet, mysterious and flirty woman who can't tolerate any non sense.

One day, Elodie and her fellow burlesque dancers move in the house to make a new burlesque show but the Goofs want them out but in order to get rid of them, she decides to make a deal with the disguise Goofs by having a dance competition to see on who can have the most best dance moves (if she wins, she gets to own the house). However, Elodie and her crew lose the dance. Instead of being kicked out, she lets the disguised dancer Goofs have the house alone as Elodie and her crew move back to their first place where they belong.

After the events of Video Game (in my AU, the Earth doesn't collapse), one night, after tiresome day, Lucien Bolok decides to go to burlesque club just for few drinks. That night, he fell in love with the beautiful dancer with red hair, Elodie. Afterwards her performance, Lucien wants to see her. Deciding to spend their time, the two have a walk and exchange their phone numbers. After dancing about the subject for few months, Bolok and Elodie became an official couple.