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purely for fun here's the hair and eye colors for the task force eclipse cast <3 below the cut because there's a lot of them (masterpost)

callie

xavier

phillip

hunter

jules

nathan

taylor

valerie

yvonne

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Fukcing vampear ocs yeahhhe yeah!! guy on the right belongs to @thewightnight who is Asmodias, and the left is Remiel!!!

Based on the image below found on pinterest!!

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thank youguys * bows and kisses everyone *

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@antique-symbolism wanted to know more about Jules, and I can’t resist talking about my lovely South Team Spy, so! here’s a bunch of shit about Jules!

*used to have cardinal wings

*from the second iteration of the Compass Teams. the only member who’s consistently been part of CT’s longer than Jules is Braeburn.

*has a very casual on-again, off-again friends-with-benefits type of relationship with Braeburn, largely based around the fact that they’ve known each other for eight years and everyone else they’ve known in that time frame is gone now thanks

*the above relationship started out that way, at least, but Jules and Braeburn both actually really like each other. they’re just currently Dealing With A Lot and probably need some therapy and a couple of good whacks to the back of the head

*Jules is genderfluid, answers to any pronoun, but has a slight preference towards male pronouns. she picked the name Jules out after realizing that she’s had so many aliases over the years, she couldn’t remember what her original name actually was.

*a spy by trade who served in two wars before this, and did I mention could use a lot of therapy, hun, your mindset’s gone all boggled by now.

*Jules develops a ridiculous soft-spot for BJ, and it’s actually her attachment to him that gets her ass into gear about handling the Plot Important Problems.

*Jules has a good working relationship with Adele, though you can’t exactly call them  friends. professionals who are fond of each other, maybe. they have this long running game where they only agree to hep each other out if a favor is offered in return, but nothing ever comes out of that. it’s just how they get around the fact that they shouldn’t be working together.

*has the really bad habit of falling asleep while she’s smoking. several arm chairs and long sleeved shirts have been ruined because of this. no, she won’t stop, thanks.

*if you are around Jules for longer than .4 seconds, she will give you a nickname in French, and she will never explain what it actually means. don’t bother asking her. it won’t happen.

*she snorts when she laughs and has a fondness for cognac and is allergic to cats and misses the days when she was able to fly. she can wield any small blade with expert efficiency and has a large IRL kill count than anyone else on the team. her contracts always end with someone else dead and she is filled with the desperate, irrational insistence that she’s not ready to die yet despite not knowing exactly why.

*Jules has been part of the Compass Teams so long that she isn’t sure she could ever live a normal life somewhere, but sometimes she thinks about how she has been so many people, it would be easy for her to burn off her finger tips and just vanish into the night and never look back and it pisses her off that she’s never going to be able to do that so long as Braeburn and BJ are still working for the GSC. she hates that she likes either of them and wants to go back to being the person everyone thought was a selfish prick.

*she has EDS and is on experimental medication for it, and spends her Winter Breaks doing Bonus Missions for the GSC. Jules isn’t sure that she’s ever just been herself and the thought of being that now scares the shit out of her, but then she thinks about BJ and outstretched hands and the offer of Mercy, and she thinks that maybe she wants to try and become herself instead of someone else for a change.

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Nightshade | Red Queen

❝There is nothing more terrifying than fear itself.❞

     The Elwood family were a disgrace to many Silvers. They were the only silver-blooded family to possess no powers; classified as reds by few. It was a curse in their silver bloodline when an ancestor secretly - and quite idiotically - married a woman whose blood was colored red. When word spread across the nation about their marriage, the Elwood family were instantly disregarded by the Silver's. They were exiled out of Summerton for their shameful actions, and they lived in Rocasta for the remainder of their lives.

     Jules Elwood learned to live without having a gift that could've helped her in countless situations. The girl grew up in the royal palace at Archeon due to the former queen, Coraine, grew up with Jules' father and she offered her parents a place in the palace soon after she married King Tiberias VI. Since Jules knew the royal family well, it didn't take much to persuade the King into letting her train alongside his sons, Cal and Maven. Since then, she forged herself into a lethal soldier and buried the weak girl that everyone presumed her to be. Shockingly, it even made Queen Elara proud to see her transformation.

     Even though she can be deadly, her charm and delightfulness never vanished from when she was a child. She remained her kind self even after all the years of torment from Silvers who thought so highly of themselves. It was like a flame that never blew out, no matter how many times you try. Many admired that quality, especially Cal. During stressful times of planning out war strategies, the girl would still be able to crack a joke every so often to lighten the mood. Most wouldn't find it amusing, but it never failed to crack a smile on Cal's face.

     It was the reason he fell for the girl in the first place. She captured the most valuable piece from; his heart. And she never realized it.

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my girls 🥺 (picrew)

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an absolute rant about task force eclipse below the cut! cw for mentions of kidnapping, torture, positive law enforcement depictions, grief, gunshot wounds mentioned in passing, mention of noncon if you squint and have the right context

what i love so much about jules callie and taylor's (eventual) friendship is that they're all victims of something, and they don't even realize it at first. they don't see how similar they are, but then they do, and it clicks, and they realize how close they've gotten

taylor's got an absolutely horribly painful backstory. jules has gone through so much loss. callie is a captive and potential vicitm of a serial killer. all three of them carry so much baggage and trauma and its all different, but it all overlaps, too, and the three of them grow so close in the recovery arc, like i genuinely cannot wait to write the way they heal together, the way they help each other through the hard times.

like yes callie is the center point, and she faces the most torment during the timeline of task force eclipse (rivaled perhaps only by xavier but even then emotionally callie takes it so much worse than him) but taylor's backstory is a huge factor for the way she acts and sees things and the way she interprets everything. and jules's world is so colored by loss that most of her optimistic exterior is a facade.

just! they're my three sweethearts and their friendship means the world to me, especially since friendship/found family is one of the biggest themes of the story!!

and then there's everyone else's dynamics, too! val being there like a sister for callie. val and yvonne. kane being the rock taylor clings to after she's gone through hell; him being there for her even after it all happens. taylor and jules bonding. jules and reilly becoming best friends (him literally watching her get shot and almost die). taylor and callie. jules and callie. callie and xavier going from rivals/gruff partners to bonding over the horrific trauma they've both expreienced. phillip and hunter being besties. phillip and xavier and hunter being xavier's supporters after rescue. kane being like a mentor to them all. val becoming an unofficial member of the task force. yvonne being dragged into that by association and loving every second. yvonne and jules instantly bonding because they are coded the same way even if it doesn't seem like it.

JUST! theyre my babies and i love them so much

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Drive

Callie and Xavier: Part Four

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content warning: law enforcement pov, positive law enforcement depiction, death mention, murder mention, branding mention, gun mention

word count: 1437

Julianne Santos arched a brow at her partner as he came into the room holding two coffees, smoothing a thumb over the car keys Kane had thrown her minutes ago. “Who’s driving?”

Reilly shrugged, setting hers—one cream, one sugar—on the edge of her desk and crossing his arms in front of his chest, sipping at his own coffee. “I should, since I know the area, but if you have a preference…?”

She lifted the keys and tossed them into his raised hand, taking a sip of her steaming drink with the other hand. “Go ahead. I haven’t been to Chicago in ages, and I remember enough to know that the roads are hell.”

He smiled, slipping the keys into the pocket of his jeans. “I can’t say I disagree.”

As Jules pulled her copy of the case file from her bag to review it once more, Reilly came around the desk to lean his hip on the corner, scanning the pages Julianne had annotated in red pen. Most of it was simply her original unfiltered assessment, which she’d done as soon as she’d received the information, at an ungodly hour of the night; majority of the scribbles were undoubtedly useless, accompanied by a flurry of arrows that only increased the document’s frantic appearance, but Reilly made no comment as he perused the pages, taking in every detail with what Julianne would have called an appreciative eye if she was being optimistic.

Well. If she’d cared more about others’ opinions, she wouldn’t have managed to be nearly as successful in her career as she was, but the lack of judgment did not lower her spirits. If anything, paired with the coffee, it made her look forward to a day of properly meeting her partner and seeing the way he worked; letting him drive would increase that opportunity, which was another bonus.

“Are these your first impressions?” Reilly tapped his finger on one of the markings Jules had made, a nearly unintelligible scribble of words followed by far too many question marks. She braced herself for a scathing remark as she gave a nod, but Reilly set his coffee down and continued his examination. “These are brilliant, Santos. Half of these aren’t things any other detective would think to look at, let alone cross-reference or evaluate.”

She felt heat rise in her cheeks, although it didn’t last long—a mere glance at her own writing sent ice rushing through Julianne’s veins, soaking her in cold reality. People had died, had experienced the worst moments of their lives, and it was laid out for her to examine like specimens in glass bottles, when they had been so much more. They had been people, with favorite seasons and songs, who hated certain drinks and loved their families. They deserved justice.

Softly, she said, “I appreciate it. I figured if our UNSUB is using acid as their main weapon, and they brand their victims with Latin words, the connection between our three victims might not be as clear as it is in other investigations.” Reilly nodded, and she stood, adding, “We have a plan?”

“I have some colleagues down in the police department who finalized their reports—we could swing by and grab everything we need, along with any evidence they collected. Morgan and Griffin might manage to pull something in the lab if they can analyze it thoroughly.”

Julianne rose from her seat with a nod, tucking the case file away and slinging her bag over a shoulder, coffee in hand. Together, she and Reilly made their way to the elevator in the foyer. As it began to move, taking them down to the main floor, Jules adjusted her hair, deft fingers smoothing back the flyaways escaping the bun at her nape.

They lurched to a stop quickly enough, and the elevator doors slid open with a quiet hiss, exposing the quiet officers suddenly to the cacophony of whispers in the foyer and noisy streets beyond.

Julianne stepped closer to her partner as the noise of secretaries, workers, and visiting people enveloped her, keeping him in her periphery and ignoring the few curious glances that tailed them.

Reilly advanced through the room with ease, his eagle-sharp eyes scanning every detail of the foyer before they’d even stepped fully into the room. He looked every inch like the fierce, determined, former Army Ranger partner that she’d been told she would work with. For her part, Jules catalogued her own information, adjusting the jacket she’d thrown on this morning so that the badge hanging from her belt was visible to all—her gun, meanwhile, was not.

Her partner held the glass door open for her as they stepped outside, and Julianne slanted her palm over her eyes to keep them in shadow, safe from the burning sunlight that slammed into them straight-on.

Reilly did the same, managing to suppress everything but the hint of his grimace. “The department isn’t too far” he said, matching her pace as they made their way across the mostly empty street to the curb, where two black military-grade SUVs were parked. “A half-hour drive if we go slowly.”

Jules stopped at the passenger-side door, turning to face him. “And if we don’t?”

He smiled, and a hint of wildness broke through his serious facade as he stopped at her side, the keys in his hand. “No more than twenty minutes. With this car, fifteen.”

“Well then,” Jules opened the door and threw him one last glance as she got into the seat, smiling. His dark eyes were fixed on her. “What are you waiting for? Drive.”

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Chicago, hellish roads and all, was no match for Nathan Reilly.

They made it to the Chicago Police Department in just under fifteen minutes, and as Reilly parked in an empty stretch of the lot, Julianne finished the last dregs of her coffee, already feeling less tired.

She and Reilly walked through the door together, and several cheery greetings followed them across the station as his friends and colleagues stopped by to say hello. A few of them stayed long enough to ask about who Jules was, but the majority disappeared just as quickly as they appeared, carried off like whirlwinds. By the time they made it to Reilly’s desk, perfectly polished and organized, Julianne felt like it had taken them half an hour just to make it across the station.

The detective that waited for them was tall, wearing plain clothes. Her gun and badge gleamed under the edge of her jacket, and she held a plastic box to her hip, although her gaze was focused on the folders she’d left on Reilly’s desk. When Jules approached, she looked up and smiled, setting the box on the desk as well.

“Morning, Nicholls,” Reilly said. “This is my new partner, Detective Julianne Santos, with the LAPD. Santos, this is Detective Sloane Nicholls.”

“Pleased to meet you, Detective. I hope this information aids your investigation.” A brief handshake, then Nicholls continued, “The box is evidence we gathered, not that there was much of it. We have statements from the families of the victims as well.”

“Thank you. We appreciate your help.” She turned to look at the contents of the box, but a buzz in her pocket stopped her. Jules lifted her phone just as a call appeared on the screen, headed by Kane’s name. Immediately, she opened her mouth to say something, but Reilly waved her off, his brow furrowed in concern as Julianne accepted the call.

“This is Santos.”

SAC Kane’s voice greeted her as soon as she spoke. “Detective Santos, are you still at the police department?”

She looked back at Reilly, who was conversing with Nicholls, although his body was angled more towards her than to his colleague. “Yes, sir. Is there anything you need?”

“Before you come back, stop by the morgue. The coroner that worked this case has finalized tox reports and an assessment ready to go, but their system is down and the only way to collect anything is by picking the actual documents up.”

Jules’s breath caught. “Foul play?”

“We don’t have reason to suspect our UNSUB knows about this task force, Detective, but I can’t say for sure. I’m not naive enough to say its a coincidence that right after my team assembled, the coroner’s system has magically crashed. I hope I’m wrong to mistrust anything, but I’d like you to check it out and let me know for sure.”

“Of course. We’ll get the reports, and watch out for anything suspicious.”

“You do that. And Santos?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Be careful.”

“Always.”

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