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.
If someone had asked her, right before she’d taken the long walk after almost the entire unit trying to get to the Citadel to open the arms for the Crucible, whether she thought she would survive, Aislynn’s answer would have been no.
She believed her team would. Always knew they would be able to stand up, fight back, survive. Even when they didn’t want to.
Even if they didn’t think they could.
They had lost people, of course. Millions had died, and the Normandy had seen its losses, too: Mordin, Thane… they were people they would never get back. But her doctors, her therapist, they all told her to focus on the future, not the past. So she was trying, as hard as she could, to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Aislynn reached up to tug off the bandanna that had been keeping her hair out of her face before pushing herself to sit up, the effort sending a short pang of pain into her back. For all they’d done to put her broken body back together… she still needed time. She was just glad for friends to fill that time up.
“That’s fine, Leah. Yeah, I’m awake- I was just answering some messages. I get so many interview requests in a day… you know, you’d think saying “no” a few times would get the hint through to some of them.“
Swinging her legs off the couch with some small effort, she reached out to grab her crutches as she staggered to her feet.
"You are a godsend. You always bring the good stuff.”
« 🔧 » “You want me to put the fear of God into ‘em?”
And Leah knew how to. She had spent her entire childhood on the Citadel, after all. Her childhood was spent in the ducts, while her teenage years were spent caught between selling information, and selling out undercover security agents. Several on the Citadel knew her, especially the humans; they had grown up together, after all.
She had been such a terror as a child. Well, she was a TERROR now, but more to Reapers and Collectors than to the common man. Stealing just wasn’t as exciting as saving the galaxy.
“I can hear you movin’, you know! Stay down, Shepard.” Grabbing two classes, Leah poured them both a coke and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, a hum in her voice. “Brought you your pain meds, too. I know Chakwas is having a hard time getting approval for your grade, so I talked to a friend who talked to a friend.”
Stealing, and perhaps a bit of drug dealing. Once upon a time, Leah’s fingers had been in so many pies, no one could tell where they originally came from. She sold a bit of this, stole a bit of that, and kept a bit for herself. Now, though, she bought drugs just to pass them on to her recovering Commander. What a life.
She pushed open the door to the front room, making her way towards the couch.
“Tals says hey, by the way. She had to go home to sort out a few things, but she should be back sooner or later. She did, however, give me permisson to kick your ass, should you get up while recovering.” A single finger pointed, even as the glasses touched the coffee table. “So sit your ass down and let me take care of you. You got us out alive; I’m allowed to pour your whiskey, woman.”
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