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.
╔✫╝ Raphael snorted, pressing close to Leah. He didn’t feel at ease around a lot of people; even around his own brothers, vulnerability felt like weakness. He was supposed to be the tough one, the protector, the brawler – how could he be that, if he was also soft?
It wasn’t like that with Leah. He could be soft around Leah. She understood.
“Ah, that’s right, sorry, Lee. I forgot I was dating a dork.” Raph turned his head, just enough to place a small kiss on her face. “Y’alright? Sounds like you’re not all the way awake.”
She pressed another kiss on the top of his head, arms snaking around his shoulders. For all her faults, for all her anger and inborn hatred, Leah absolutely ADORED the red-clad ninja. He was like her; angry and protective, and the bad seed of the world. He knew what it was like. It was one of the reasons she adored him so.
That, and sometimes he could be really funny.
“Never been better,” hummed the human, pushing herself off Raph and slumping next to him on the couch, eyes closing. She pressed herself into his side, tucking her legs beneath her. “Love you, my dude.”
🐢 ❝ well its even weirder when we live with the foot now after dad dragging us into his crap .. i’m really not for dealing with that, no matter what LEO says .. ❞ he murmured, moving as he turned on a couple lights in the room && made sure what was working or not.
❝ thanks though, i .. i APPRECIATE it, its good to know you have my back, leah leah .. ❞ he murmured, eyes softening as he looks to her.
“I really don’t want to talk about living with the damned FOOT. ‘S not like we fought against them forever or anything.” Bitterness crept into her tone, even as she sneered. Lips pressed together, curled into disgust. “’Sides, like I said, you an’ Raph are the only reasons I’m still here. Leo needs time to recover, yeah, an’ I ain’t about to change things up on him, but… Man, I do not want to be around them right now.”
“Yeah, well– They’re not exactly the reason I stick around there much.” Aside from Mikey and Raph, Leah didn’t really get along with the rest of the family. Leo was too haughty, Splinter was a FUCKNUT, and Donnie– Donnie was hit or miss. Not to mention the other humans. No, she was better off hanging with Mikey. “’Sides, I wanted to come check on you, my dude.”
╔✫╝ Raph’s immediately much more perky, even if it doesn’t show outright; he leans close to Leah, mirroring her hum and closing his eyes.
“Love you, too, babe. What’s up?”
Quiet grumbling, even as she leans against him. A five foot three turtle, and a six foot even woman; quite the odd pair. Not that Leah really gave a shit. If anything, she enjoyed the little differences. Dark eyes close.
🐢 ❝ i’m the nickname maker ——- its in my blood y’know, ❞ he joked, smiling up at her as he received the kiss to the top of his head, nodding after a moment while sticking his tongue out due to her pun.
❝ well .. if they’re paying we can’t REALLY discriminate right ?? ❞
“Rule one of business, my dude; you gotta cater to your clientele. If you over-saturate the market, ain’t nobody gunna want what you got to offer.” She winked, then moved to sit next to him. Her fingers played with the crumbs on the pan, scooping them up into a pile. “You find some good customers, and you play with them. You gotta make ‘em want to pay you.”
🐢 ❝ fair. that works though, thanks lei lei, ❞ he murmured, starting to bag up the cookies he had left, glancing up at her.
❝ we haven’t hit the BRONX yet, if you wanna try there at all .. ❞
“I’ll never understand where you come up with these names, my dude.” Still, she leaned over, pressing a kiss on top of his head. “I’ll take a peek. I have a few contacts I can get in contact with, though some are from the DRAGONS. Might wanna weed those out.”
From the grin on her face, the pun was totally intended.
🐢 ❝ right right, grammer is a thing. but cool .. if you wanna help grow some you can do that too i guess. ❞ he murmured, shrugging a little as he debated on a cookie himself before sniping one from the tray.
“I ain’t helpin’ ya grow shit, my dude. My best qualities involve sellin’, and gettin’ money outta people. So I’ll work on findin’ us new customers. You got it?”
