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.
It was strange how just talking about something that was bothering her helped. Well, perhaps strange to other races. This would have been completely normal on a quarian ship.
“It really isn’t as complex as it may seem. There’s a mourning period in which the ship, or the entire fleet for admirals or very respected elders, and it usually lasts for close to a month. We don’t have the space for burials, so we practice cremation. The ashes are usually compressed into something the family can keep in a small shrine in their living space, a stone or something similar. Or the family can choose to have the ashes returned to the stars. I already sent a request to Shala’Raan to have Father’s ashes pressed into a stone once the mourning period has ended.”
Her voice cracked on the last few words, and Tali had to pause, her hands flexing against the console she had been working on. Just thinking about this was more painful than she had expected. The little bump to her shoulder, however, did seem to give her some strength of will. In the end, she gave a soft sigh, the smallest of smiles audible in her tone.
“We honestly have a very simple view of the afterlife as well. When someone dies, they take their place among the stars with our ancestors. I’m not very religious myself. Not anymore. But it’s comforting to think my father will be watching over us.”
« 🔧 » “Yeah, well, seems like you’ll be the only one really mournin’ your Dad, Tals. At least ‘round these parts.” She shifted a bit, gave a little sigh. “An’ it’s not because of what he did, either. We just– don’t have the same connection that you did. But we’re upset that you’re hurt. It bothers us, especially Shepard and me. And, hell, Tals. I can take over if you need time. This kinda shit is my specialty.”
Working, improving, engineering– they were what she had trained in. They came so natural for someone who had grown up around machines. If she needed to shoulder than burden while her friend worked, then so be it. Tali had done more than enough for them; she was allowed to grieve the man who loved her so. She was ALLOWED to grieve her only family.
“He is.” She pushed herself off the console with her hip, keeping her arms crossed over her chest. “He’ll always be watchin’ over you, Tals. He promised to build you that house, an’ even if he won’t be here to physically do so, you know he’s up there. He’s gunna make sure you get it, one way or another. He’s watchin’ over you an’ protectin’ you.
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