#this shit apparently scratches a major itch for me??? ok.

[daz4i]

one thing about me is i will find a narratively silly character with one (1) thing Off about them and/or clear underlying and unexplored depth and make it my personal mission to analyze every bit of their personality and story and make up as many headcanons and theories about them as possible. or i'll die

[asapncah]

EEP HERE WE GO AGAIN. i feel like my intros just get longer and longer each time.. sorry not soRRY cause noah is a queen that deserves the Novel. so that’s what y’all are getting so brace yourselves for this wild ride. i’m so very excited for this reboot, y’all have no idea. OH and for anyone new here: my name is lenny, moreau is my child that i cherish more than the hair on my head, i am 21, live in the mst timezone, and use she/her pronouns ! i’m also ur friendly canadian so i’m here for any of ur canadian-related q’s!!! i know we’re a special breed lasdkjlh OK enough about me, onto the queen. y’all know the drill, like this / hmu to plot if u survive reading my Long Ass Intro.

( ariana grande • twenty three • cisfemale ) look, it's noella de luca from apartment 4B! apparently she moved into moreau apartments one and a half years ago and rumour has it, they can be quite possessive— good thing they’re also adventurous, hey? i hear they’re the hedonist of the building. 

↘︎ 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓈 !

given name: noella sofie de luca

nickname: noah

age: twenty3

birthdate: march 18, 1995

hometown: keremeos, british columbia

occupation: waitress & dog walker

↘︎ 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 !

born to high school sweethearts, willa and antonio, who were very much in love until they just … weren’t

the separation of her parents came as a surprise to young noah but not much sleep was lost over the divorce as her parents remained civil and held no ill will towards each other — they even remained business partners

montagna park. a cozy, scenic campground just a few kilometres away from keremeos, nestled deep in the outskirts of the rocky mountains and home to the majority of noah’s most prized childhood memories

following the divorce, antonio moved permanently onto the campground as a year-round manager while willa remained in keremeos to handle the financial end of the business and raise their daughter, who spent nearly every other weekend in the mountains with her father mastering the wilderness

(tw: mention of adhd & prescription drugs & anxiety) she was diagnosed with adhd at the age of 10 after her teachers noticed her heightened hyperactivity and noah began taking a pill each day at lunch time to help her cope with her symptoms

this new routine brought stares and snickers from her fellow classmates and noah developed a harsh social anxiety with the pressures to act “normal” around her peers, but this only made her adhd worse – it’s a vicious cycle (end tw)

come graduation (which she just slipped by) she yearned to escape the confines of her small town. it was an itch that no amount of trips to the mountains could scratch so she set her sights on something bigger: europe

with the help of her parents, noah saved up for the trip of a lifetime, which she embarked on shortly before her 21st birthday and didn’t return from for several months. though she ventured across the european countryside, much of her trip was spent in italy as she reconnected with her roots and fell in love with the country, particularly florence and pisa. she paid her dues working in a small italian cafe in florence owned by an adorable old woman that reminded her of her own grandmother and made italy her home for many weeks, only returning home due to missing her parents and a dwindling bank account

while in europe, noah developed a love for journals. after finding a beautiful leather bound one in her first week of her trip, it became glued to her side and the obsession didn’t stop once she filled it up (which didn’t take long, mind you)

by the end of her trip, noah had filled up eight journals with tales of her adventures, short poems inspired by the european beauty, and songs that seemed to burst out of her like lightning.

↘︎ 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 !

vancouver became her home shortly after her 22nd birthday, a handful of months after she returned from europe. after experiencing the foreign continent’s beauty, keremeos felt small and stifling to her. the small town held no feeling of intrigue or adventure anymore so she made the big move to vancouver in the hopes of finding something more

the big city held a sort of vibrance for her, having visited a handful of times with her mother for big shopping trips and weekend getaways, and somehow the small town girl melted into the big city easily

moreau apartments caught her eye immediately when searching listings, its beautiful brick walls and ocean views promising her comfort and just enough exposure to nature to keep her sane in the concrete landscape, and she moved in immediately

due to her absolute inability to sit still and be bored, noah works 3 jobs in vancouver: waitress, dog walker, and pole dance instructor

waitress: she serves in an adorable, cozy local restaurant down granville street, close by the apartment building, mostly working morning or late night shifts

dog walker: to fuel her love for animals, noah’s gained a reputation in the neighbourhood as one of the most reliable dog walkers. you can often catch her with a small herd of hounds at any time of day, handling the tangling leashes like a pro

pole dance instructor: she found this studio shortly after her move to vancouver, wanting a physical and creative outlet for herself. she fell in love with pole dancing after going outside of her comfort zone and mastered the skill quickly, promptly bringing the owner to offer her a part time job instructing a beginner’s class on the weekends

she continues to keep journals, using the near-daily activity as a sort of meditation after a long day to ease her ever-racing mind. her collection of songs has grown considerably through her life experiences and her instagram is filled with short snippets of the lyrics in captions and videos of her strong voice that just seems to come naturally

↘︎ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 !

aesthetics: freshly picked peaches. crisp mountain air. old denim ripped and stained from wild adventures. perfectly painted nails. thriving house plants. the scent of fresh coffee and sweet lotion. journals inked with stories and rhymes. rose gold jewelry. caramel waves blowing in the wind as sneakers trample fallen leaves. hazy rooms and endless laughter. a strong voice singing about heartbreak.

notable traits: passionate, possessive, adventurous, charming, optimistic, honest, naive, self-indulgent

best described as a freshly blossomed rose, grown in the canadian wilderness and weathered by the elements, with blushing petals beautiful enough to draw you in and thorns sharp enough to protect herself.

willa and antonio raised their daughter to have a strong head on her shoulders. their independence, wild hearts, and honesty passed down to noah easily. she’s certainly her father’s daughter in terms of her curiosity, need for adventure, and determination, but her mother shines through noah’s feminist independence, brutal honesty, and passion for creativity.

in terms of how noah’s young experiences changed her constant state of wonderment as a child, she’s definitely grown tougher and carries herself with an obvious sense of responsibility to protect herself. she likes to believe the walls she’s built since those stares and snickers in school aren’t easily broken, but she falls prey to charming smiles, trusting words, and careful eyes — it’s something she’s constantly working on, always chastising herself whenever she falls too easily

at first sight, she’s a small girl with a big mouth. her personality purposefully magnified to hide the fact that she’s afraid of getting attached. her sailor’s mouth is a surprise to most, along with her openness with her sexuality (bi af) and honesty when it comes to just about anything she has a strong opinion on (feminism, equal rights, lgbtq+ issues, animal cruelty, etC)

but for better or for worse, noah generally prides herself for having hardly a care in the world. many of her days just go with the flow and she’s not worried about her future — the future is today, as she likes to say to convince her friends to join her on one of her many adventures

one of the greatest friends one could ask for because of her strong loyalty, charming smile, generosity, and taste for adventure (it also helps that, thanks to her green thumb, this one grows the best weed in moreau ajklsh). she distracts others from developing too much curiosity about her own story by being an incredibly good listener and shoulder to cry on

to elaborate on her disorder: noah still has a prescription to aid her symptoms (most commonly fast and rambling words, an inability to shit still — showcased by tapping her feet, twirling her hair, fiddling with anything near her, etc — and a short attention span that is often interrupted by interludes of hyperfocus) but often pushes aside her pills because of her stubbornness. relying on a pill isn’t her favourite thing in the world and she likes to tell herself she can get by without them but lbr, the bitch can’t kjlhsd at least not for too long. though she keeps her problems as best a secret as possible, i’m sure someonE’S noticed her slip ups

↘︎ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 !

this was a rollar coaster and a half. i know. i’m sorry. akjlshd please love me

tl;dr: small town girl from the mountains, raised by two loving separate parents, hardened by teasing and stares because of her adhd, but found her freedom and passion for life in europe before moving to vancouver to keep that spark alive. works 3 jobs to keep herself busy and because she just can’t make her mind on what she wants to do (waitress, dog walker, pole dancing instructor). 

first things that come to mind when thinking of noah: peaches, house plants (wink wink), fluffy dogs and purring cats, leather bound journals, and a lust for adventure.

as for connections, i want them aLL but i listed a few right here for y’all to check out. if any of those catch your eye / you’re down to brainstorm, hmu through tumblr ims / discord or like this and i’ll come to you!!!

[studiobeebo]

Hello! May i ask for promt 4 from "right to the good parts" list? With Dabi and female so? But if you don't write for villians then Aizawa. Thank you and take care!

ok so i’ve never written for Dabi and I’m honestly still a bit lost on his personality, but @loseridge helped me out a bit so I hope this is alright hjgh (seriously, feedback on this one would be greatly appreciated even if it isn’t from the person who requested it!!)

Prompt: We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair

Dabi

With the rise in the league’s activity over the past few months, ‘security’ got a bit more tight. After Tomura stupidly got himself caught on the news (and yes, you knew it was intentional, but you still thought he was an idiot), the lookout for him and the rest of the league became a much more prominent problem for all of you.

In short, this meant none of you could really roam around as you pleased because soon enough, it wouldn’t just be Tomura who was easily distinguished as a member of the league.

On the other hand, this meant you also had to start searching for a second hand location.

So far, the shitty bar where you had been meeting was serving its purpose of hiding you all well, but apparently Tomura, or whoever was directing him, has told him that the bar wouldn’t last long and that it was time to start searching for a secondary place to stay.

Unfortunately, Tomura seemed to like Dabi the least of you all, however he also had a problem with you and your “entitled bullshit” and he knew that Dabi got on your nerves as well, so he decided to force you to tag along with him on this hunt for a new hideout.

Originally it was just going to be the two of you, no matter how much you protested, but Twice seemed to be bothering Tomura too so he was dumped on you guys as if you were his babysitter.

This news was actually music to your ears as you didn’t really mind Twice since he was pretty dorky, and having anyone would be better than being stuck with Dabi’s snide remarks or him just straight up ignoring you. Dabi on the other hand wasn’t all that happy, but he seemed to hate anything that wasn’t a fun-sucking mopheaded downer such as himself.

The three of you had been given a list of a few places to stake out and you spent a majority of the day looking at the ones that Tomura didn’t have as much knowledge about compared to the last one which was apparently previously used by whoever was in charge, so you were planning to stay the night there and see how it was on space, electricity, running water, etc.

Once you finished up with the rest of the locations, you were more than excited to be able to wind down in what you were hoping would have been a secure but cozy place. You were very mistaken.

This underground bunker looked and smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned in years and there was dust and dirt covering every inch of the place. The electricity technically worked, but the lights flickered so much it gave you a headache and you spent ten minutes arguing with Dabi to get him to let you turn the damn things off. You were pretty sure the flickering was bothering him too, but he took every chance he got to be difficult with you.

You didn’t know why, maybe it was just how he was as a person, but ever since the two of you had met it felt like he was some obnoxious ex-boyfriend that you had never even dated. He was rude and had a very annoying “whatever, I’m gonna act like a broody teenager” attitude and he always picked little fights with you. Because of this, you should have known spending a night with him anywhere would have been a pain in the ass despite having Twice there to act as a buffer, but when you explored this crappy bunker even more, things only got worse.

The first thing you discovered was the absolutely nasty excuse for a bathroom. The second, and far worse thing, was the fact that there were only two beds. Before you even had a chance to groan out a comment about how grody they were, Twice had already plopped himself down on the “nicest” of the two and Dabi followed suit on the other.

“Seriously guys?!”

“Is that a rhetorical question or are you just complaining again?”

Dabi’s snarky remark only made you huff out in annoyance and when you looked to Twice with the most adorable pout you could muster in an attempt to get him to let you have the bed he had chosen, he only turned away from you and whistled innocently as if he had done nothing wrong.

“Fine. But the second one of you so much as gets up to take a piss, I am taking one of those beds.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.”

The fact that Dabi was treating you like some snobby brat just for wanting a goddamn bed to sleep on just pissed you off even more, so you left to mind your own business, but not before flipping him off.

You were more than grateful to find out that, somehow, there was a decent internet connection so you spent the rest of your evening playing mindless games or just browsing the news for information on, well, yourself.

Eventually you did start to get tired though and it seemed you were the only one to come prepared with a toothbrush and a pair of shorts to sleep in. It took a while to get over the nasty taste of the questionable water that came from the taps in this place, but eventually you had gotten yourself all ready for bed only to be hit with the sad reminder that you would be sleeping on the cement ground.

You really wished you had packed a blanket or something you could use to lay on, and when you were grumbling to yourself about wishing you had brought a jacket, you were reminded that someone here did have a jacket that was plenty long enough for you to either sleep on or use as a blanket.

“Hey matchbox.” You rudely interrupted, though Dabi had also resorted to scrolling through his phone so you were sure you hadn’t interrupted anything important, and even if you had, you didn’t really care. “Let me have your coat.”

“No.”

To be honest, you were expecting that answer, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating considering the damn thing had been haphazardly thrown into a corner so he wasn’t even using it.

“Well why the fuck not? You’re that much of a jackass that you’re going to make me sleep on the floor and not even lend me something to sleep on that you aren’t even using? Grow up, Dabi.”

Your attitude and resilience caught his attention as, admittedly, it always had, but he’d never give you the satisfaction of knowing that you were…entertaining to him, in the least.

“I’m not making you sleep anywhere, Princess, you could sleep on this piece of garbage with me and I wouldn’t give two shits as long as you shut up and stay quiet.”

This time, his answer had surprised you as you always assumed from how he treated you that being within ten feet of you was like some sort of hazard, so to test your luck and see if he’d chicken out, you decided to do just what he had suggested.

“Fine, move over, asshole.”

There was a slight glint of surprise in his eyes and you were so ready to start getting on him about being a pussy about it, but that surprise vanished as soon as it had arrived and he rolled over with little hesitation.

Getting into bed with your ‘enemy’ was…a bit more awkward than you had originally thought it would be and the bed was smaller than you had thought too, but once you had settled in and grabbed your share of the ratty old blanket, you had a good foot of space in between the two of you so it wasn’t too terrible, plus he was facing away from you so you wouldn’t have to awkwardly avoid eye contact until you fell asleep.

“If I wake up with your hands on me, I’m calling the cops.” You grumbled before closing your eyes, but the deep chuckle you had earned in response to your lame attempt at a joke actually made you crack a smile as well before slowly falling away into your dreams.

As always, Dabi had gone the night with rather blank ‘dreams’ and he remembered getting up once because the sound of your chattering teeth had awoken him, but he couldn’t remember what he got up for. Unfortunately he woke up before both you and Twice, but he was surprised to turn around and find you still fast asleep considering how loudly Twice was snoring in the opposite corner of the room.

It was strange how upon waking up and remembering where he was, he almost impulsively turned to see if you were still there.

He told himself he was just checking to see if you had fallen off or anything, but that didn’t explain why he couldn’t turn back around and go back to sleep as his eyes lingered on your features.

You..looked like a mess with knotted hair and bags under your eyes along with what looked like dried drool on the corner of your mouth, so why couldn’t he tear his eyes away from you? There wasn’t even any glorious sunlight bathing you like in those obnoxious movies Toga always played, just the flickering lights from off in the hallway that had turned on by themselves overnight, and yet seeing you in such a way filled him with a weird feeling like he had an itch buried deep within his chest that he couldn’t scratch.

His frustrations with said feelings had distracted him enough that, despite literally staring at your face, he didn’t noticed your eyes flicker open until you gasped and moved back a bit, only stopping when your hand slipped off the bed and you realized if you moved back anymore, you’d be on the floor.

If this were any other situation, he would have laughed at you almost falling flat on your face, but the feeling of his heart racing despite the rest of him feeling calm as usual told him that, for some reason, he was panicking.

“What the hell, Dabi?! It’s creepy as fuck to wake up to you staring at me like that!” You whisper shouted in his face since you didn’t know if Twice was awake yet or not, though that didn’t explain the heat that was currently rising to your cheeks against your wishes.

“I thought you were dead.”

His weird response only made you give him yet another ‘What the fuck’ face, but he simple shrugged before sitting up and stretching his arms. You could have sworn that seconds ago, he had been looking at you in a way he never had before, though when that snobby smirk appeared on his face when he turned to face you, you were sure you must have been seeing things.

“You’re stupid, not def. You look gross so I assumed you were dead. Guess I got my hopes up too soon.” He sneered before standing up and walking over to kick at Twice’s bed until he woke up.

“Ha-ha, very fucking funny..” You muttered under your breath. You’d be lying if you told yourself that you weren’t disappointed in the fact that he wasn’t actually looking at you like he didn’t hate your guts for once, but those pesky feelings would only get in the way so you simply shook your head and stood up yourself.

When you did stand up, you were surprised to see Dabi’s jacket tumble to the ground after you. Had you taken it over night? You didn’t remember doing so, and you’d never sleep walked before, but the only thing you could think of was that you got cold and self consciously grabbed his jacket before going back to sleep. That, or…

“Let’s go. I’m tired of this shithole.” The grumpy voice of none other than the man in question rang out as he nonchalantly bent over to pick his jacket up from your feet before shrugging it onto his shoulders and leaving the room, not once making eye contact with you as he remembered what he had gotten up for that night. You never would have guessed it, but maybe he wasn’t as big of an asshole as you had originally thought…Either way, only time would tell, so with an awkwardly giddy little smile playing on your lips, you nodded and stretched, ready to start your day and get back to work after a surprisingly nice night of sleep.