#timeguardians

make my muse uncomfortable: Send me a symbol, and my muse will answer with the name and URL of another muse here on Tumblr: - @timeguardians

Please Note: I'm going to answer these in a headcanon manner because I don't follow interact with enough people in the SVU fandom to do this with urls. Especially with the characters that he might want to put in these.

❖- Who would you most like to send to jail?

Rapists and child abusers.

✌- Who would you most like to go to jail with?

@timeguardians liked for a starter with Phillip Hoffman

Phillip had been expecting his queen, not a strange girl when he arrived in the Christmas Tree Forest, and here was this young woman standing in the clearing marveling at the snow.

and yes I am, for the time being, bringing five of my other blogs onto this one. At least until I get out of being critically ill)

@timeguardians asked:

"El, I want a baby," Liv confesses, seating herself on the kitchen counter. She knows it is FOOLISHNESS. With her work schedule to desire something that requires great care. But she can't seem to satiate that desire, it lingers far too headily.

Shitty, burnt coffee in hand and halfway raised to his lips, Elliot paused.

All he could do was blink a few times before making a slight noise that indicated he heard her, an amused expression growing on his face as he nodded his head to her, chin jutting towards her as he finally took a sip, already used to its horrid taste so he was able to hide the shudder.

Fucking Munch and never changing the damn pot.

"You want a baby. Okay. Uh. There's pretty much one way that's almost completely guaranteed to get you that, but is there a reason you're telling me? I mean, considering the fact that I have as many as I do, I can definitely say that if you're bringing it up to me for a reason- I'd say I'm pretty damn good at making that goal happen?"

Lucy ( @timeguardians ) ▌sent 🎁 for a starter.

"Lu!"

Her voice is uttered in a whisper as she enters the darkened kitchen, perhaps with the same intention Peter initially held of fetching a glass of water. The air around them is so still at this midnight hour, especially within the walls of their family home. They haven't been back long, and will be leaving once more for school sooner than not; after their years of absence ( decades that are only present in their souls and not on their faces ), he almost feels like a stranger here. For the moment, however, his blue eyes are alight with something akin to excitement.

@timeguardians asked: i'll admit, i have thought about you like that. (Lizzie to Pascal)

"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS | Accepting

╰► @timeguardians sent: 🌞 my muse’s aesthetic Ethan??

The  soft,  powder  blue  of  his  eyes  search  her  own  for  some  kind  of  indication  that  she  really  wishes  to  never  see  him  again.  There  seems  to  be  a  fairly  steadfast  hold  on  her,  keeping  her  just  out  of  reach,  which  attracts  a  rage  deep  within.  It  shows  through  the  piercing  shade  of  his  eyes,  as  they  grow  more  sharp,  more  vibrant  with  frustration.

Inwardly,  he  retreats  for  a  moment,  weighing  his  options  because  he  doesn't  wish  to  force  her  hand,  much  as  he  might  have  fallen  completely  and  irrationally  in  love  with  her,  in  the  short  time  they  had  known  one  another.  Jack  lifts  his  gaze  to  meet  hers  in  a  last  bid  to  change  her  mind.  Her  remains  silent,  but  the  expression  upon  his  face  is  every  emotion  and  every  heartache  that  he  has  ever  experienced  in  his  life.

He  doesn't  want  them  to  end  up  in  the  same  position  that  he  had  witnessed  many  a  folk  stumble  into  throughout  their  lives.  The  differences  between  them  both  seemed  to  sway  her  thoughts  and  feelings  far  too  easily  and  the  fact  alone  that  she  allowed  it  to  be  that  way,  to  not  fight  against  the  current  of  what  society  deemed  normal,  made  him  feel  insignificant  and  in  a  way,  secondary  to  whatever  else  she  had  going  on.

Jack  knew  her  conflict  ate  away  at  her  even  in  the  best  of  times  and  right  now  he  was  able  to  see  it  clear  as  day  upon  her  face,  though  she  tried  desperately  to  hide  it  deep  within  the  shadows  of  her  heart.  No  matter  what  he  had  done  up  until  this  point,  she  was  still  reluctant  to  simply  take  his  hand  and  leave  her  world  behind.

He  isn't  going  to  leave  this  alone,  no  matter  the  rejection  he  may  feel  with  every  hurt  word  that  passes  over  her  lips;  he  knows  that  is  the  sole  reason  for  her  denial.  There's  something  very  familiar  about  how  she  handles  unccomfortable  situations  like  this.  It  takes  him  no  time  at  all  to  realise  she  is  speaking  to  him  with  a  wounded  heart  and  it  eats  away  at  him  with  every  second  that  goes  by.

"  No,  "  he  simply  tells  her,  eyes  boring  into  her  own  once  more  as  his  grip  remains  to  hold  her  jaw  in  place,  so  her  own  eyes  cannot  leave  his  own  even  as  she  sends  a  look  elsewhere  in  the  room.  She's  fighting  her  demons  as  they  stand  there  and  he  would  be  a  fool  to  walk  away  now  as  he's  far  too  involved.  "  You're  not  shutting  me  out,  Rose.  I  won't  let  you,  "  he  adds,  his  own  jaw  tensing  as  he  says  this.

He  steps  a  little  closer,  somewhat  crowding  her  personal  space  but  finding  that  he  very  much  does  not  care  for  formalities  anymore.  His  heart  has  been  swept  away  by  both  her  ethereal  beauty  and  the  conversations  they  had  shared.  She  was  a  lot  wiser,  a  lot  stronger,  than  she  would  ever  believe,  but  he  wanted  to  spend  the  rest  of  his  days  making  sure  she  knew  this  about  herself,  no  matter  what  it  took.

Right  now,  he  could  see  the  torment  of  several  fires  burning,  conflict  engaging  all  of  her  senses  as  she  resembled  someone  completely  damaged.  He  wanted  to  be  a  beacon  for  her,  calling  her  back  to  shore  and  providing  the  strength  she  needed.