#asoldiernomore

[hispinkandyellowhuman]

I need help.

Multiple of you have said that asoldiernomore looks like Karen Gillan. I need you to tell me exact reasons. I agree that she does, but I CAN'T FREAKING TELL WHY, AND I NEED HELP.

[hispinkandyellowhuman]

I am jealous of the entire Midwest

[fantasticfivey]

9 to 5

asoldiernomore RP starter 5 was working his way around his console and dusting it down with a purple cloth when suddenly the cloister bell started ringing. "Just what I need right now, an emergancy" 5 moaned. He grabbed ahole of one handle and dragged it down causing the Tardis to shakes quite a bit. He kept his footing and stood up straight. He went back to dusting before noticing somebody stood at the side of the console wearing a leather jacket. "Can I help you?"

[flirtfromspace]

Daft Old Face [Closed] {@asoldiernomore}

asoldiernomore

The beauty of Cardiff in the evening had scarcely been matched in the eyes of Jack Harkness. As far as he’d wandered, as long as it had been he found himself drawn back there, the first stop when he arrived back on Earth. Two years in the stars to forget his past had done less good than he’d hoped it would and the nagging feeling of need to get back to the city had driven him to stand next to the first spot he ever stood in Cardiff, memories of the days gone by flooding into him. A long breath brought relief from the feeling of the almost-tears threatening to trail form his eyes and a reminder that he had cried enough over what he’d done took him to other thoughts, other places.

Standing at the railing by the Bay his mind wandered to the Doctor, to Rose, to Tosh, Owen, Gwen and Ianto, to his history with Torchwood and his decisions to stay with them rather than go with the Doctor. He couldn’t help the regret that filled him as he considered that Tosh and Owen would still be alive if he had gone back to Traveling. His brother would never have attacked them and they might have lived a much longer life. Running a hand through his hair Jack’s eyes dropped to the lapping water of the bay, the sound drawing in some comfort as he did his best to relax. Whether he planned to stay on Earth or not hadn’t yet been decided for Jack, but as he weighed his options, an unexpected sound filled his years.

It had been a long while since he’d heard the TARDIS in Cardiff. Turning on his heels to see it materializing not too far from him, Jack’s feet carried him toward it before he could stop himself. The expectation was to see the face he’d left behind the last time, the new face of the Doctor. He wondered if perhaps he’d heard what had gone on two years before and had come looking, but he suspected this had more to do with refueling than looking for Jack.

[moucheamielanie]

Some nights, the Doctor stays up working and Mel sleeps alone. The morning after one such night, she finds a note on his pillow. "Melanie, I am so in love with you. Honestly, it's terrifying. How do I justify loving someone so much when I don't even deserve you? You are the best thing in my life, the only thing that matters, and I need you to know that. No matter what happens, I will never stop loving you. The end of time couldn't stop my hearts beating for you. For my wife. For my soulmate."

     Melanie didn’t mind sleeping alone before.  She’d slept alone every night after she and her mother moved out of their one-bedroom house when she was a preteen.  To make up for the loss, she moved pillows at her back, hugging her stuffed rabbit toy (“Mr. Bun-Bun”) to her chest so she never really felt by herself.

     After losing her Sunshine… she slept in a cocoon of pillows, curled up into herself like a cat.  Her first night on the TARDIS was restless, though less from anxiety than excitement at the brand new life she’d embarked on with the Doctor.  And now, with their two rooms and lives merged to one, she knew she never really slept alone.

     Sure, he may not meet her every night in their bed, but the Doctor was always in her heart, her mind, her soul.  She need only reach out to brush against his thoughts, to feel him closer than skin to skin.  Still, it was nice to roll over and find the note folded up at her side.

    Melanie’s fingers tenderly stroked the paper as she read, a smile pulling at her lips as she could very nearly hear the words in his voice.  Like a besotted schoolgirl, she brought the letter to her chest and hugged it close, letting out a long and happy sigh.

    She’d hold onto this forever, she decided.  The most beautiful words of love from the most wonderful man in the universe.

[hispinkandyellowhuman]

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*cracks knuckles*

You want me to talk about you? Good, because it's my favorite damn topic.

Look at the face of a girl who took me into her home, into her life, chose to be my friend, chose to be my eventual girlfriend. Honestly, this was the best decision I could have ever made, flying out to see the girl who actually changed my life. Holy crap, you changed my life. You took an anxious little girl, who pretty much hated the way she looked, and was not confident in herself and chose to love her. You turned me into someone who's confident in how she looks, and showed me that my ideas mean something. That I mean something, and that I'm not just a little waste of space. 

Anyways, we're here to talk about you. The girl who's two(one and a half) inches shorter than me and hates it. You. You're such a sweet person, and I know that you only see yourself as an asshole now, but you're not. You're a sweet girl. Probably the sweetest I've ever met. And the strongest. You're going through so much, and then you still find it to be so present in front of everyone. I don't know how you do it. You're absolutely the best person I could have ever chosen to invite into my life, and I don't regret it one day. I never will.

Sarah, I love you. So much, and I know that this meme was supposed to be about writing, and you as a person, but I took this opportunity to say things to you that I haven't. And your writing is something I should talk about too, because it's impeccable. There are writers that you read their work, and you like it. It's good, you can see that it's in character. There's something different about yours. I can feel what the Doctor is feeling, I feel how much he misses his home, and how in love he is with just a glance at Rose. I can feel his heart pulsing in his chest, and his mind going a mile a minute. Every single time I read a thread, your writing takes me somewhere, and it's always a good place.

[the-11-doctor]

asoldiernomore said: I HAVE FINALLY HEARD YOUR VOICE. DO YOU KNOW HOW DAMNED EXCITED THIS MAKES ME?????

  YES, YES I DO. SORRY IT WASN'T VERY SCOTTISH

[arkytiorthebadwolf]

A Heartfelt Kiss \\ asoldiernomore & arkytiorthebadwolf

asoldiernomore

"Righ’— and don’ bring Rickey back with you! I’ll not sit here while you two say goodbye for another full hour," the Doctor called, waving Rose off with a playful smirk on his face, only just barely masking the jealousy he felt whenever she mentioned her boyfriend. Ah, well. She would be gone for the night, visiting her mum and Mickey, and he would have time to… focus on his work. Or something. 

Closing the TARDIS doors behind him, he returned to the console, but was only there a second before he heard the doors open again. Turning, he gave his companion a confused look. “Did y’ forget somethin’, Ro—” But before he could finish his sentence, her hands were on his face, pulling him down to her in a tender kiss. Time seemed to slow to a crawl; he could feel the softness of her hands on his cheeks, her lips moving beneath his, her breath on his skin. Though he had stiffened at the start, the Doctor relaxed, bringing one hand up to rest lightly on Rose Tyler’s arm. 

It wasn’t until she broke away that he realized something was off. Though she tasted of strawberries and honey, just like he’d always imagined, there was a tinge of something else there too, a scent of Time that could never have belonged to the nineteen year old girl he traveled with. Looking down in to her honey eyes, he frowned, trying not to melt beneath that gentle touch. “R-Rose? I- I— don’ understand.”

Who are you? What are you?

“‘Somewhere in tha' impressive brain of yours, you understand, Doctah.  You usually meet yourself when these thin’s happen, don’t you?” Rose replied softly, her grin wobbling at his confused frown.  “‘m Rose Marion Tyler, from th’ future.”  She didn’t say your future as she was sorely tempted.  That wouldn’t have been good.  She moved her hands from his face to the lapels of his jacket, letting her palms rest over his hearts.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she nervously licked her lips.  The plan in her head hadn’t detailed what she’d do after she’d gone and snogged him.  She knew this wasn’t her home dimension, which hurt, but it was the first time she’d found the first face of his she’d known.  And the excitement of seeing him again had spurned her on this little plan.  But now, now she might be in trouble.

“‘m not sure what else ta say,” she added almost sheepishly.  “‘ve always wanted ta give you a kiss like tha’, though, so ‘m not sorry ‘bout it!”  She smiled lopsidedly at him and despite her control on her emotions a tear trickled over and down her cheek.