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.
🌸 ❝ i don’t, its possibly some sort of species thing. considering i aint the same as them. alligator snapping turtle is my SPECIES type. ❞ she murmured as she rolled her broad shoulders.
❝ the names shion. ❞
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“Alligator snappin’ turtle, huh? Impressive.” The girl shoved her hands into her pocket, shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Can’t say I see many of those ‘round here. Usually just plain old red-ear sliders, an’ the occasional TORTOISE. Maybe even a weird furry, if I’m having a particularly bad day.”
« 🔧 » “Yeah, I get that a lot.” the human reached up, to push strands of her hair aside, before nodding her head in greeting. “Leah Rhemer. Six-foot-even, in case you were curious. And, if you don’t mind my sayin’ so, you’re also a helluva lot bigger than any of the turtles.”
🐢 “ how is that WIN WIN, leah … c’mon man this is just … boy. “ he breathed, rubbing his face as he took a few steps closer.
“ PLEASE let me re - wrap those wounds && get you some APPLE JUICE && just … please don’t for a few minutes. “
« 🔧 » “Like I said, I got some aggression out, and Donnie got to see me in pain. Win-Win all around, if you ask me.” She still was going to fight April O’Neil, but that could wait. She had just been promised apple juice. A huff escaped, though it was little more than dramatics. “All right, but only if you tell me where Splinter hid my whiskey. I know he didn’t throw it out.”
🐢 “ YOUR NOT. you’re BLEEDING. how does that, AT ALL, constitute you as fine, dude ?! “
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“I’m not–” But a quick glance down told her that, yes, she was bleeding. In fact, she had just about bled through the bandages Donnie had wrapped her hands in. Well, that was something she needed remedied. “All right, I am. But ‘s not as bad as it WAS. ‘Sides, I got out some pent up aggression, and Donnie got to see me in pain. Win-Win situation.”
🐢 “ it’d be a GREAT SHOW of self control on your part if you DIDN’T, lei lei, “ he deflated.
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“Okay, look, he wants to bring that GODDAMNED BITCH in our home, and for–” she paused, holding up her finger. For a moment, the digit seemed to just bounce in the air, Leah’s face becoming marginally more confused every second, before she finally said, “Dear God, you did NOT just pull out the cute nicknames.”
“Donnie’s all Oh, Leah, don’t shoot the woman that tore me into pieces and technically killed me. Like, I get it. You want to romantically and not-at-all-sexually bone April O’Neil, but she KILLED HIM. Like, what’s wrong with me putting a bullet in her? Okay, maybe not somewhere vital, but, y’know. She also SHOT ME in the face. Surely that earns her, like… a lung shot?”
🐢 “ leah i can’t leave my brothers alone with ‘em. i need them to get out of there cuz the more they’re there the more he manipulates them, especially leo. leo isn’t okay, he still isn’t. its only been a few months since we got him back ‘n splinter is using it against him.
i’m worried . “
« 🔧 » “And if you keep going back, Splinter has you. If you keep going back for them, then he WINS. He knows he can use his brothers against you. And we cannot let that happen.” Reaching up, Leah cupped the turtle’s face in her hands, tilting his chin up so they could touch foreheads. “If we’ve lost Leo, then we’ve lost him. But I will not lose you, too. Not to Splinter, and not to the Foot.”
🐢 “ raph wants me to come home. which is probably the worst idea && your gonna agree but … wouldn’t it be better to just go rather than just be dragged kicking && screaming ?? “
« 🔧 » “Well, you’re not fucking WRONG. I’m agreein’, an’ I’m definitely not gunna agree with Raph– for once in my fuckin’ life.” The human flopped down next to him, huffing and blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “But I ain’t lettin’ you go back, either. Splinter can shove his entire tail up his ass, ‘cause that ain’t happenin’.”
