Burlesque Stories

"Welcome, we thank you for spending your night with us. We promise you, that this will be a party you will never forget!" Forget your troubles, prepare your payment, and welcome to The White Top Circus! ~*~ Twenty years after the East continents declared nuclear war to the West, the world regressed to their old patterns. Survival was key. People grew hungry. People grew desperate. Yet in this life of darkness, despair and hunger - for a small fee The White Top can take it all away! A show with the greatest wonders of man, a show with the greatest beauty of woman, and the only show with the infamous "Nightingale". "Nightingale" has been the most loved featured show of The White Top. Word of her voice echoed through the corners of the earth, her face brought peace of mind to many, and her affect so powerful some describe it as magical. Yet, behind the curtains a different story emerges. So what becomes of the "Nightingale" when the show reaches it's finale? What becomes of the man who seeks to keep her? And what becomes of the man who yearns to free her? -the circus ain't a love story- -------------------------------------------------------- All Rights Reserved To The Owners Of All Photos Used

When Emily and her husband move into a mansion on Inwood Hill, she expects a quiet new beginning. The house was once a "reformation home" for troubled women. But the women weren't reformed. They were silenced. As she digs deeper, she begins to see them-glimpses of former performers in feathered headdresses and Vaudeville makeup, dancing between the walls, whispering warnings through the wallpaper. The past isn't haunting her. It's recruiting her. When the glamour and violence of the mansion's hidden history bleed into the present, she must uncover what happened to the women locked here before her... before the house decides she belongs to it too. A dark, atmospheric psychological horror blending feminist revenge, burlesque allure, and the ghosts of Vaudeville. Everything in this house was designed to correct her. But she wasn't built to be corrected.

Harlowe didn't mean to fall in love with Zoe- but when does anyone ever mean to fall in love? Somewhere between the costumes, and the dances, and the little touches backstage, Harlowe had let herself slip. Zoe was an older girl, with her portrait in pink feathers and pearls stretch across the outside of the club, but she never bit her tongue. She told Harlowe she was pretty and talented- she told Harlowe she was special- and after long enough Harlowe started believing her. Zoe could convince Harlowe to do anything. That's how everything changed. * * * "Why did you leave Saturday?" Zoe asked suddenly, her voice still warm and sedated like her body in Harlowe's lap. Harlowe chewed her bottom lip. She didn't like lying, but she was good at half truths. "My mom was blowing up my phone. She grounded me." She watched Zoe's features twist into something unpleasant, and Harlowe ran a finger over her cheek in vain, trying to smooth her frown. "You're eighteen." Zoe reasoned. Harlowe shrugged though. "I'm also trying not to get kicked out." "That's not fun." Zoe hummed after a minute, closing her eyes to savour the feeling of Harlowe's fingers twisting through her hair and the rain splattering at their toes.

"In the captivating streets of Paris, where love, ambition, and secrets entwine like a forbidden dance, the spotlight shines on more than just the stage. What happens when desires ignite and destinies collide?" "Montmartre Masquerade: A Burlesque Tale" transports you to the vibrant streets of Paris as Maelys, freshly graduated in European Studies in Liège, Belgium, embarks on a one-year quest to fulfill her lifelong dream of becoming a professional dancer. Seeking advice from her friend Zohra, a seasoned Parisian dancer, Maelys stumbles upon "L'Éclat de Minuit," an exclusive burlesque club. She quickly discovers the demanding nature of the work and begins her arduous journey towards her dream. Along the way, she forges deep connections with Hélène, the club owner, and Laurent, the intelligent son of the club's investor, Lucien. With just one year to prove herself, Maelys must maintain her focus in this spellbinding tale of passion and determination against the dazzling backdrop of Paris.

She stitches beauty into every costume-until her own skin becomes the fabric. Lina Marris, a 30-year-old costume designer in the shadowy heart of Oakland's underground burlesque scene, is precise, composed, and always behind the curtain. She dresses goddesses, touches starlets, and lives by a rule she's never broken: control everything-or get consumed. But her carefully hemmed world begins to unravel when two wildly different people enter her orbit: - Richard Carver, a magnetic 55-year-old architect with shoulders built for silence and a philosophy carved in steel. - Delia, a red-haired, barefoot temptation who flirts like a prayer and never knocks before entering. Caught between structure and surrender, love and performance, Lina begins to peel back the layers of who she's always been-and touches the raw pulse of who she might become. A sensual, slow-burning exploration of power, intimacy, and the beautiful, brutal act of being seen.

Analieze Wulf's life has been planned out from the beginning, she's never had a choice. Her junior year her parents took everything that mattered to her away. Dancing. She's been doing some pretty wild things to support her dream. She's determined to prove to everyone her love for dancing. When a letter from Juilliard requesting her to come for an audition is placed on her bed, what will she do? How will she get to New York without her parents permission? What kind of friends or foes will she meet along the way? And most of all what happens if she doesn't get in?

Lauren is the star of the burlesque club. Camila is the up-and-comer who is immediately fascinated by her world.

A retelling of the episode Bart After Dark, with the intergation of my OC Logan Shields and his parents. 👯‍♀️💃🏠🌃🌙🎶👏🍸🍷🌹 Disclaimer: I only own the Shields Family. The rest of The Simpsons are property of Matt Groening and 20th Century Fox Studios.

Power moves in shadows. Influence whispers in corridors no one sees. Rhiannon, brilliant yet unaware, disrupts worlds she barely understands. Rhea watches. Calculating, precise, commanding. She knows the stakes, knows the reach, and knows exactly how far Rhiannon can be pushed- without breaking. As lines blur between strategy and obsession, control and desire, their collision becomes inevitable. In a game where one misstep can topple nations, surrender is not weakness- and temptation is lethal. Some alliances are forged in blood, some in fire... and some in the heat of an unrelenting desire.

Today, Oscar is the official announcer for the Grand Cabaret of Saint-Jude. How will the regulars welcome her ?

For Viviennèa, life is a performance in two acts, both of them bleeding into a slow, beautiful decay. By night, she is an exquisite fever dream, bathed in the amber glow of the spotlight, draped in heavy silks, and flavored with the haunting sweetness of French vanilla. She is the velvet clad siren of the burlesque stage, where every lace bound breath is a work of art and every movement is a masterpiece of skin and shadow. But the applause is starting to sound like a heartbeat that isn't her own. By day, the glamour curdles into the suffocating, sterile gray of Floor 37. Here, she is a ghost in a corporate machine, drowning in the scent of hot ink and the relentless, mechanical clicking of keyboards that rhythmically count down the seconds of her life. When her secret world is dragged into the harsh fluorescent light of a corporate firing, the red ink on her papers is only the beginning. The velvet curtain has been torn aside, revealing a predator who has been documenting her every shiver from the dark. In a world where the stage is a cage and the audience is an obsession, Viviennèa is about to learn that some performances only end when the lights go out for good (A burlesque Thriller?)

Ever the eccentric, fun-loving, guy who lives for the spotlight, CC finds his way into some outrageous behavior in the midst of a Poison afterparty, much to the amusement of the partygoers along with his own band.

This is an au I started on Tumblr (@fourteendaysinaweek). It's based off of the movie Burlesque with Christina Aguilera and Cher. Go watch it, but this will obviously be different. There will be many ships. So many. Mainly Parkner, ShurixMJ, NedxBetty, Ironhusbands, past!Pepperony, T'Cham, etc, etc. Enjoy!

"Show me how you burlesque, baby."

So I'm taking inspo from burlesque this is basically How I see the second movie going

Ailey Grace always grew up in the wrong way. She had a devastating childhood, but she always chose to do the right thing. As she makes her way up starting her freshman year of collage she gets a new apartment that she saved up for. Just so happened there is a small library below it that she now co owns. By night she sweeps off as a dancer. She was a good girl, always got her work done and always tried to read her books to get the grades her mom never cared about. Will Hoffman was the schools football captain, he was soon to be a junior in collage. He liked to party. He just so happens to have the apartment right across from Ailey. As there worlds collide on moving day, Ailey decides it might be a change after she gets aggravated with the constant noises of Will Hoffman's life. With lives so different, it wasn't surprising that they would never get along. But fate would bring them closer then ever.

Isn't it ironic how people will spend thousands a day buying tickets for the lottery, and when they win, they'll spend money again and become bankrupt? If they're taking that big risk, why do they constantly do it? They think they won't get carried away, but greed, things they don't need, jelousy, and fake friends take all the money and leave you bankrupt. Mindy Crashall, a twenty-six year old California sweetheart, buys a ticket. For the first time, and the lucky numbers 15, 9, 44, 12, and 71 are displayed on the TV and wins three million dollars. But she vows she won't spend it all, but when a couple of months pass, she's bankrupt. No house, no money, nothing. She needs to get 45,000 dollars fast, and she won't sell her body for sure, until she stumbles up on a burlesque club called Paradise. They pay big, but this shining star doesn't get her spotlight on the stage, no actually behind the stage, or behind the bar station. Now she's getting big pay, but will she slip up again, and if she does, will a friend she meets at the club help her?

She's the kind of girl you notice. Not because she's loud-she isn't. Not because she's the prettiest in the room-though she might be. It's something else. A weightlessness, like she's walking a few inches above the ground, like the world shifts to make space for her. Dark, wide eyes hold a hundred secrets but never give away a single one. A slow, knowing smirk. A voice like warm whiskey-smooth, with a bite if you're paying attention. Coco moves like she's been here before. The late-night parties, the hazy dressing rooms, the soundchecks that blur into soundscapes of cigarette smoke and bad decisions. She's the girl leaning against the bar, stirring her drink with her finger, listening more than she talks. Always just out of reach. Nobody agrees where she came from. Some say she was a backup singer for a band that never made it. Others swear she was some rich girl who ran away, changed her name, and never looked back. But one thing's for sure-she belongs here. In the chaos, the music, the stories people tell the morning after. And if you get too close-if she lets you-you'll find out why everyone remembers Coco. But she won't make it easy. She never does.

Stella Cambridge is the daughter of two powerful parents. Hidden within the shadows of a Brittish Lord and a New York socialite her life is full of oppertunity. She is the best friend of Prince Andre, next for the throne and a major subject within tabloids for being the next heir to take throne but, not without a term to agree upon. As the doors of so many opertunities rush past her, Stella, soon realizes that she has to leave this life to pursue the one she dreams of. Once she leaves, her best friend is forced into the decision to find one to wed as a tradition of aging to twenty one. Realizing that he has possibly lost the only girl ever to understand or love him as him, Andre goes in search of Stella. Who will pull through and will Stella ever have a life on stage as she wishes? Will Andre give up his rights to the throne just to be with the woman he loves most?