If you're reading this, then, awesome, and welcome to my blog! My name Is Lafayette, although I mainly go by FAYE. I am at twenty-three (23) year old graduate student at Utah State University currently studying English. I also teach and tutor in my spare time. I am asexual, biromantic, and autistic. I am also nonbinary and prefer they/them for my pronouns.
If you have any questions, feel free to come ask! I don't bite, I promise.
Threads
So just a quick note here, my friends, that I am absolutely mutuals only. I don't mind receiving asks / questions about my muse from non-mutuals, but for my own sake, I have to remain mutuals only for threads. I have over four (4) roleplay blogs, and all of them are somewhat popular. (The biggest one has over 1K followers and is a headache tbh.) If I roleplayed with everyone, I would be overwhelmed. Remember, it's not you, it's me. I have to set boundaries somewhere.
Shipping
When it comes to shipping, I'm pretty much down for anything. I am, but that doesn't necessarily mean Leah is. She has BPD and a few other issues, and finds it easier to "hit it and quit it." Emotional attachments are hard for her, especially the romantic kind. If you're looking to ship, note that the characters will have to have a strong platonic bond first, as she is very demiromantic.
Verses
I have a lot of verses, and one day I'll gladly make a verses page. As of right now, though, I have my main verse (heavily transformers-based, since she's been adopted by a Starscream), a Mass Effect verse, a TMNT verse, and a Marvel/X-Men verse. Within the transformers universe I also have a MTMTE verse, since it is technically a different universe.
AUs & Crossovers
Just fuck me up, bro.
NSFW & Triggers
I have no written triggers, but I do ask that people tag pictures of self-harm and blood/gore. I also ask that you guys please tag your daddy kink. As someone with a healthy relationship with my father, it just weirds me the fuck out. I don't mind you guys doing it, but please tag it for me. I will also tag any triggers. My tags for those are usually "trigger //".So for instance, "nsfw //" or "blood //". I already will be tagging things such as blood, death, suicide, rape and other, more common triggers. If you need something else tagged, however, please feel free to come into my ask box.
The Mun
Like I mentioned before, my name is Faye. I'm genderweird, and I use they/them pronouns. Leah is my child, and has been my OC for almost three years now. I love her more than life itself. (Okay, not really, but I am super protective.) I'm currently a second-year graduate student in folklore, and am in the process of writing my thesis. Writing is an escape for me, but I am still constantly busy, so I will be on and off occasionally. Gotta get that degree, my mans.
Credits & Disclaimers
I made all of my Icons and Graphics, but the art usually belongs to other people since I, myself, cannot draw. I typically credit the artist within the space of where I use their art (so, for instance, my background is credited on my front page since that is where I use it).
about.
Name: Emilea River Rhemer Nicknames: Leah Age: 20 Birthdate: July 31, 1996 Species: Human Gender: Agender (She/Her, They/Them) Orientation: Bisexual (Demiromantic) Profession: Thief, Hacker, Engineer
PHYSICAL ASPECTS
Hair: Black, Short Eyes: Brown Height: 6'0" Weight: 145
Smokes: No Drugs: Yes DriverLicense: Yes Ever Been Arrested?: Yes
Misc: Half-Blind
HISTORY
Main Verse:
Leah was born the first and only child of Jessamine and Jonatha Rhemer, a housewife and mechanic respectively. Although her father was a kind and caring man, her mother seemed to be the complete opposite. From the time Leah was very young, she—much like her father—was subjected to her mother’s verbal and physical abuse. But whereas Jonathan could escape to his shop or the bottle, there was no reprieve for Leah, at least not until she was about twelve.
Desperate to figure a way to escape, Leah took to the streets, working odd jobs whenever she could find them. It was during this time that she found employment in a street gang transporting drugs from Point A to Point B. The job didn’t pay too much, but it was enough that Leah could afford food whenever her mother forgot, or her father’s shop didn’t bring in much that week. It wasn’t long before she was working her way up through the gang.
Despite all odds working against her, it wasn't long before Leah realized just how intelligent she really was. As soon as she could, she began to work part-time in her Dad's shop, repairing cars while also working on her own inventions. She stole computers and taught herself how to write programs. There was something peaceful in creation, something that eased the anger and hatred in her soul.
At nineteen, in the middle of a drug deal, a buyer turned on her. He shot her in the back of her head, causing leah to lose her eye and suffer brain damage. And, while it did not take away her intelligence, it has severely altered her personality, making her that much angrier and harder to control. She's trying, though.
“I didn’t tell you not to be angry. I even said I understood your anger, but I told you not to be angry on my account. And I’m well within my rights to say that. Be angry about everything else all you want, but for right now…”
He still felt woozy, and wrong in the head. Everything felt unpleasant and uncomfortably fuzzy, he still couldn’t keep down solid food, and he remained almost constantly cold. But for once, where he normally would have backed down under Leah’s intensity… he actually squared himself.
“I died, Leah. I can pretty it up with as many big words and fancy explanations as I want and put a damn bow on it, but that’s the truth. One of my best friends got possessed by some unholy space atrocity and literally ripped me atom from atom. I am trying very hard, still, to make sense of all this. We’re all in a weird state right now, and I totally get that. But I can’t try to move past this, to talk to her and make sense of this, if you get up in arms and threatening every time she comes near the lair.”
« 🔧 » To be fair, Leah had never expected Donatello to snap back at her. Usually, he was content to let her blow off steam. He sat back, nodded along, and sometimes, if he was feeling generous, even humored her. But this was the first time he had ever SNAPPED back and dared to argue with her.
She would have thought it admirable, if it didn’t make her blood boil even more.
“You don’t need to talk to her,” came the hissed reply. “You tried to warn her, and she ignored you, Donatello. You TRIED to help her, and she shrugged it off like it was nothing. And then what? What happened next? She fuckin’ MURDERED you, assaulted Splinter and Raph, and turned one of my own bullets against me! So, y’know what? Fuckin’ hell, no, I ain’t lettin’ her near you.”
The girl was shaking now, trembling with anger and rage. Why didn’t he understand? April had done more to that boy than even Shredder had managed. April had nearly killed them. She had killed Donnie, and had wanted to do the same to RAPH. She could stay a hundred miles from their sewer, and it still wouldn’t be enough for Leah.
It never would.
“The sight of her fuckin’ sends me into a rage. I just want–” She paused, making a clenching motion with her hands. There was nothing she wanted more than to wring that redhead’s tiny neck, until there was nothing left.
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