Wanting to start posting here more often, using it as a fandom and fic blog as well as the roleplay account I opened it for.

I'm working on a Memoirs!Verse fic, wrote one chapter of it yesterday.  It needs a prologue that sets up some of the story, though, which I've pretty much planned out but haven't written yet.  I'll post that and the first ( Read more... )

Wandering back here after an age of not writing at all, either on here or on Tumblr.  The muse seems to be returning, though with a new arc that takes the character in a different direction ( Read more... )

I know I’ve been pretty enigmatic and vague about what Evelyn’s Essence really is, the being that existed before the Time Lords imprisoned in in a physical form. I’ve been dropping hints in prose here and there that give more of a feel, rather than seeking to explicitly define it. I intend to keep things somewhat ambiguous in that regard, partly ( Read more... )

((This short fic is based on a prompt by ysabetwordsmith in this week's Creative Jam in the crowdfunding community: "Contradictions as a necessary source power, for challenging assumptions."

Context:  To better understand Evelyn Alvar's character, you can read both her Character Profile and Galatea's Character Profile.  Evelyn and Galatea are different points in the ( Read more... )

If you've stumbled on this journal, welcome!  I'm Amyla.  As is probably apparent, this is a roleplay and fic blog. I write in the Doctor Who universe. My primary original character is Evelyn Alvar, and her 'verse is called Memoirs of a Tourist and is (obviously) a part of the Doctor Who universe.  I also write the Eighth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, and ( Read more... )

Name: Arabella Thorne.  (Not specifically a Memoirs!verse character-- this is a different 'verse, although she can be written in a shared verse that includes Evelyn and other Memoirs characters if anyone wants to)  The name on her birth certificate is Folger, which is her father's name.  She takes "Thorne" as a way of embracing the unbroken line of ( Read more... )

Dreams, too many dreams that sear themselves across her consciousness, choking her , smothering her. She gags at the stench of burning flesh as smoke blinds her. Screaming metallic voices tear through her hearing, and all she can think is Run. Run. Run. But she can’t- they won’t allow it, these ancient men with madness in their eyes. She just wants ( Read more... )

An excerpt from Evelyn Alvar’s first book in the Memoirs of a Tourist series, in which her heroine, Tara Midas, tries to describe her journeys:“This world is so… three dimensional,” Tara said. "So flat. You can only move along its surface, back to front, side to side. The circumference of a clock. But I’ve learned how to slip past that, through it ( Read more... )

Evelyn often takes long walks in her small-town Louisiana neighborhood, inhaling the scent of the wisteria, the oleander, the crepe myrtle that froth along the verdant lawns, melodic colors accented by the thrumming, subdued harmonies of the aging, peeling hues painted on the houses. The warm spring wind caresses her face, bringing with it the ( Read more... )

An entry in Evelyn's private handwritten journal.When you fall in love with a star you may not even realize it at first. Night after night after night, you will step from your safe little house, slipping past the threshold to emerge beneath the expanse of shimmering infinity, and you will look up and see it, that one star. And you will smile, and ( Read more... )