eclatant starters !

starter blog for eclatanthq !

[valentinathevelvet]

There was always something so addicting about being on stage. She was the center of attention, able to capture everyone for just a few moments with her voice. It always made Valentina feel good, especially considering she thought she would never have a real job. Club Eclatant felt like her home. She walked off the stage as if she was floating on a cloud, her head high, jewels shining in the lights. She walked over to the table, bent over with a wide smile trying to charm one of her coworkers for a drink. “Aw, come on, I did such a great job out there. I think someone shed a tear” She teased. “I deserve it” She nudged the person next to her. “C’mon, help me out” She said playfully

[arabxlls]

( @eclatantstart​ )

3:48 AM. The clock glowed green as Arabella sat up in bed, breathing deeply and wiping the tears she had shed unconsciously from her cheeks. She had barely closed her eyes for fifteen minutes when her own dreams startled her awake. Although she had never been a stranger to nights like this, they’d been occurring more and more frequently since Aiden’s death. It all just struck too close to home, and as more incidents were reported, Bella’s unease continued to worsen. Her insomnia had outgrown the strength of her medications at this point. She’d probably gotten ten hours total of real rest in the previous week, and it showed. Her thoughts were always drifting and jumbled, she could hardly hold a conversation, even her thick framed glasses couldn’t disguise the dark shadows under her eyes anymore. 

Pushing the covers back, Arabella quickly tugged an oversized sweatshirt over her shaking frame and stepped into slippers. She grabbed a lighter and a small joint from her nightstand before exiting her apartment, taking the stairs down. The chilly air helped shock her mind into silence, goosebumps on bare legs as she settled on a bench just outside of the building. Arabella tucked her legs beneath her, lighting up and taking a deep breath. Alone on the sidewalk at nearly 4 am probably isn’t the safest place for a young woman, and her brother would probably be pissed if he knew this had become a nightly habit, but she didn’t consider the consequences. She just needed to not feel so trapped - in her apartment and in her head. 

[labelletragedies-deactivated202]

“look, if you want me to search the socials, it’s extra. not because it’s extra work, I’m going to be honest with you. I hate it. It’s ugly work. I can’t sit through 30 different photos of the same plate in different positions and filters. A) it makes me hungry and B) it annoys the crap out of me. is this person really worth you going that far? And should I be worried you’re searching for them in the first place.” Mags turned the contract around and placed a pen on the paper. “Sign the dotted line and you’ve got yourself a PI.” sometimes retirment meant lemonade and bottomless brunches and other times it meant doing dirty work for some dirty people. today, it’s the latter.  @eclatantstart​

[elenaxacker-blog]

It had been a long day for Elena. Not only was she beginning to get paranoid that her family had sent someone after her, but the guilt of lying to Tony had been eating away at her. While Elena typically didn’t spend her nights letting loose and throwing back shots, she’d been so plagued by her own thoughts lately that the best option seemed to be tequila. Her hair had been taken out of its usual ponytail, letting her blonde locks bounce around her shoulders as she leaned forward to order another round of shots. Turning to the person next to her with a grin, Elena cocked her head slightly, eyes shining. “How do you feel about tequila?”

@eclatantstart​

[coeurfroid]

He’d just finished up on stage, and beads of sweat were dripping down his back. There was always something about dancing in front of a crowd of people that gave Isaac a rush. He grabbed a towel from the side of the stage, drying himself off as he headed towards the bar. Spotting someone waiting for the bartender, he gave them a charming smile and sat down next to them. “Good evening, hermosa,” he said, hanging the towel over his shoulder. Soon enough, Ayanna or Lena would come over and yell at him to put a shirt on. He had to show off his assets while he could. “Can I buy you a drink? Or do you want to buy me a drink? The choice is yours.”

[scftbabes-deactivated20201022]

maribel had been in amiens a while but she didn’t know the men who died.  being the family of royalty, you knew who the fishy people were.  she knew about the mafia and the bardets but it wasn’t her concern; having fun was.  unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any of that going on.  her foot tapped the leg of the table she sat at as she took a large sip from her iced matcha latte, contemplating a response to the dirty message on the laptop screen in front of her.  when she wasn’t onscreen and was bored, a little dirty back and forth with a stranger for some extra cash was always fun.  they just happened to be very boring today.  head turning to the table next to her, she waved the attention of the person sitting there.  “wanna help me out with something a little… weird?  you need to be open minded and… not a prude.” ( @eclatantstart​ )

[vengefvls-deactivated20210502]

      weston wasn’t interested in the conversation the other was desperately trying to keep going, completely shutting them when he mumbled a ‘sorry’ and made his way to the bar. he order himself a glass of whiskey, but once it was in front of him he only played around with the glass, staring at the moving liquid. he took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. he took a sip and rested his head on his hand. “wanna join?” he questioned the person who was sat next to him after he noticed there was nothing in-front of them. “or do you just sit around at a bar without drinkin’?” @eclatantstart​

[elegiacethan]

It was late. Ethan had just left the nursing home visiting his father and his mind felt like a bunch of broken puzzle pieces. After hearing about what happened during the ball, Ethan only felt more so than ever that his family was right. His father mentioned that the atmosphere felt different, heavier and Ethan felt the same. He often hated how intuned his father was to things, even though his mind wasn’t completely there. If anything he made him seem more clairvoyant. There wasn’t life or responsibilities to hold him back. Just listening, feeling, seeing. 

He sat on the bench outside, the last couple of days, picking up the bad habit of smoking. He knew it wasn’t good for him, but he was never much of a drinker, it was the only thing that worked. He felt a pair of eyes on him. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s not good for me” He started before the person could speak. Not wanting a lecture. “Quitting was my new year resolution, but I already fucked it up”

[scftbabes-deactivated20201022]

because the bardets had just lost another family member, sophia put herself in charge of taking care of andrew’s funeral.  that’s what sophia did.  she took care of everyone and everything.  it was just in her nature.  still, there was nothing more bleak than picking out a casket.  afterwards, mind adrift throughout her work, she found herself doing what she knew best, stress eating.   it was so loud in there.  people talking and high pitched child voices that weren’t her own.  as everything began to blur and her brain started to become stuffy, sophia pushed the doors of the fast food restaurant back open and stepped outside, gasping for air.  the presence of another had her push them back, putting a hand on her gun.   as she got a hold of herself, her hand moved away from her holster, putting the hand up to show she didn’t grab it.  “i… i’m so sorry.  i…,” she didn’t even know how to explain something that hadn’t happened to her in over five years.  “i’m really sorry.” ( @eclatantstart​ )

[temptationsbeautys]

Rage was something that came easy to Vincent, especially when it concerned his family, Deila had been knocked down once again after he’d just built her back up. So when they plotted their revenge moving to take the open seat of power he didn’t hesitate to step in as her Second hand, if anyone was going to protect her and his nieces it would be him. Already on his desk, he had photos of all the murders, the police were useless if anyone could find the killer it would be him, after all, it was all he did for years for the FBI. He didn’t even bother taking his eyes off the somewhat mock-up board he’d created in his room when he heard someone clear their throat. “And what part of Do Not Disturb didn’t you understand?” He questioned before turning to glace at his door. @eclatantstart​

[conseiiller]

normally, these masquerades are right up margot’s alley. especially the theme. it SHOULD remind her of home—make her happy in some shape or another. but frankly, the woman is more concerned with what everyone else is doing tonight. though the hefty glass of whiskey in her hand is making her loosen up. and she has to admit…she did pick out a rather nice dress for the occasion. she stops overthinking long enough to put on a smile and walk up to the nearest person she sees. “ bonjour, amour… enjoying yourself? “

[coeurfroid]

Cordelia was standing near the stage, waiting to step up and accept the gift for her children. There was a stoic expression on her face, and she downed the vodka in her glass. Being in a room full of people so soon after Aiden’s death was twisting up her insides, making her feel like she was going to throw up. What if his murderer was among them? Her paranoia was worsening with each passing day, and she had no idea who she could trust anymore. She looked up at the huge clock on the wall – it was about to strike twelve. As she lifted the hem of her dress to step onto the stage, someone came over to her and whispered in her ear. Andrew was dead. No, this couldn’t be true. No, no, no. She pulled out her phone to try and call him, but there was no answer. She pushed people aside, searching for Joelle. When she saw her on the phone with someone, she locked eyes with her, and the look on her face said it all. 

“This can’t be happening,” she said, the room now spinning as she struggled for air. The glass in her hand fell to the floor, smashing into tiny pieces around her feet. She reached out, grabbing the person nearest to her to steady herself. Her fingertips dug into the flash of their arm, and she breathed in and out, deep and slow, trying to compose herself.

( @eclatantstart​ )

[labelletragedies-deactivated202]

she was due to be on stage in less than twenty minutes and annais was panicking. marinara sauce?! of all things to get on her performance outfit? How would she get this off in time? “I’m sorry, I’ll be a minute.” She kept patting the beaded dress. “I need to be on that stage soon to welcome in the new year and my dress smells like calamari and prego!” @eclatantstart​

[eclatantstart]

scftbabes‌:

violeta had never been to anything like this in her life.  every day in amiens was another new experience that she wasn’t going to pass up.  even the dress she was wearing, she remembered thinking it was something she would never have the guts to buy and that’s how she knew she had to do it.  still feeling the gutsy energy, violeta grabbed one of the shooters as someone walked by and down the shot before placing the empty glass down.  Her silver mask was slid back on to give a bit more confidence as she walked up to someone.  “want to dance?” ( @eclatantstart )

[eclatantstart]

coeurfroid‌:

Lena looked around the room, admiring peoples attire. The masquerade ball was needed, to lift spirits, and remind everyone that not everything was terrible. A new year was coming up, with new adventures, and things could only get better, couldn’t they? She turned to the person next to her, clinking her glass against there’s. “I’m glad that you came. You look gorgeous, by the way. I love your mask.” ( @eclatantstart​ )

[jvckstone]

“This time of year is all about giving. I get it.” Philip’s mask sits at the top of his head, taking no caution of the people around him. “But a scholarship fund for Aiden’s daughters? Surely Jack and Roger can’t have consumed so much eggnog they’ve forgotten how to funnel money…”

@eclatantstart​

[labelletragedies-deactivated202]

“All I am saying is these shoes were NOT made for walking. Nancy Sinatra lied.” Ayanna brought her glass to her lips, glad she was convinced to come to the city hall event. It was a nice little distraction that she didn’t even know she needed until now. “But you look amazing as always.”

@eclatantstart​