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 no real secret that Tali was among the youngest members of the crew. When she had met Shepard initially, in fact, she’d only recently started her Pilgrimage, and by her own people’s standards, she had very much still been a child. And everything they’d been through, the oncoming war… it had all served to make her seem so much older than she really was. And yet, in many ways, she still felt very much like a child here.
Everything that had just happened - the loss of the Alarei, a farcical trial meant to use her as little more than a political scapegoat, the death of her father, the inability to even properly grieve - felt like it cemented that.
“It’s amazing how much all of us have been through. Not just me.” She’d tried to talk to Garrus a few times, in fact, to see if he would open up about whatever had happened. But where quarians were social and open, a necessity when one lived their entire life in a suit that limited expression, turians didn’t exactly share that same proclivity. “And yet we endure.”
A little like stars, she mused. But even stars burned out eventually.
“Did I tell you there’s been discussion of making me an admiral? Me! I’m barely off Pilgrimage!” She snorted a bit, glad for the shift in discussion so that she could avoid dwelling on Rael'Zorah. “I would much rather be building. Up here, helping Shepard. This is where I belong, not debating policies all day. And in a way, this does help my people, in the long run.”
« 🔧 » “No, definitely not just you.”
The words were quiet, shifted from one side of Leah’s mouth to the other. Garrus had been through hell. Shepard had been through hell. Leah had been through hell, too; enough that she didn’t really want to talk about it. But she knew. She understood where the Quarian was coming from. And, as always, a part of her wanted to scoop the woman up and keep her from the rest of this bullshit.
“Could be worse, though,” she added, and leaned against the wall. “I mean, we’ve been through hell and back by this point. If I had to put all of our experiences on a sliding scale of one to ten, right now is probably somewhere around a three. The Citadel– now that was a ONE. We’ve definitely done worse, my love.”
Didn’t make what they were going through any less shitty, but it did show that they could survive.
“Wait, wait–” Puishing those thoughts aside, Leah stood straight. One hand went for her side, as though her communicator could make sense of what the other had just said. “You– You were suggested as a future Admiral? Oh. Oh, BOY, Tali, I’m fuckin’–” Her words cut off in a harsh, barking laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Tals, but I just CANNOT see you as a fuckin’ paper pusher, or a politician. You’re too hands on for that shit.
“You’ve saved our lives more times than I can count. For them to confine you to POLITICSis a goddamned insult.”
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