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.
He bristled. It was a slight movement, but Leah would easily be able to see it in how he drew back his shoulders, tight and tense, and scrunched up his snout as his eyes narrowed.
“You don’t get to make that decision for me.” It was a plain statement, but as firm as anything he had ever said to her. He was angry himself, confused and hurt, and it infuriated him all the more that she refused to hear him out. Refused to even try to work through things. “I know that your answer to someone doing something on this level is to scorch the earth and let slip the dogs of war, but that is not how I process or work through a problem. Hate her all you want, but I still want to try to make this right.”
The genius turned away at that, rustling through the haphazardly placed objects on his desk, his whole stance still tense. Leah had likely seen it a million times before, how he stood when his brothers were annoying him, how he planted his feet when he was geniunely angry. It wasn’t as frequent as Raph’s outbursts, but he had a temper, and it was burning brightly now.
Possibly more so than she’d ever seen it before.
“I looked her in the eye when she killed me, you know. I didn’t have much of a choice. And I can tell you without any hint of uncertainty that the thing looking back at me was not April O'Neil. It was something else, huge and terrifying and… and a legitimate monster. Even if it didn’t think it was. Knowing that, I can’t be angry at her. I can be angry at her decision not to listen to me, but I’m not going to start blaming her for what she did just because you think I should.”
« 🔧 » “I don’t give a SHIT!” There was nothing nearby to grab, to throw, and so instead the human slammed her fist into the wall. She had so much pent up anger, so much FIRE burning inside that she couldn’t stand it. “This is her fuckin’ fault, Donatello. This is ENTIRELY her fault for everything she chose to do to, and while you can smile and nod and try to work out your crush, I will not let her stupidity destroy this goddamned family!”
Another punch, then another. Her anger was flaring now, and it took all she had not to physically lash out at Donnie or his experiments. The wall would have to do. Skin split, blood beading across the side of her hand and pinky finger, but Leah paid it no mind. This was better than accidentally hurting her brother.
“If you’re not angry at her, then you’re a DAMNED FOOL. I don’t give a shit if your rage isn’t like mine, but if you’re not fuckin’ angry that she did this to herself– and TO YOU– then you are the goddamned STUPIDEST turtle i have ever met. You can want to go and pet her hand and tell her there, there, but fuckin’ shit, I will punch her in the face the next time I see her.”
She clenched her hand harder, causing lines of skin to split further up, and she let it. Pain was easier to deal with. Anger was her natural state, but anger at Donnie was unusual. Anger mixed with fear and pain were even more so. Her head was starting to hurt. She just couldn’t understand.
“If you want to go meet her, fine. But don’t you dare bring her here, ‘cause this time, there ain’t no fuckin’ space demon to turn my bullet AGAINST ME.”
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