#dnau

[dna-u]

For Sebastian- So are you able to shower? Do you stink bad or good? I just know that hair is greasy. Go take a shower, stinky. Where the hell do you go to the bathroom at? Greasy mf. Better not be doing that in the water levels.

To be honest, if everyone stinks, no one stinks.

[grasslandgirl]

boss makes a dollar I make a dime that’s why I write my cinderella retelling dnau on company time. on the host stand computer. amen 🙏

[twofacedbelief]

last seen: putting others first - selfishness vs. selflessness redux favourite characters: janus, remy favourite ships: roceit, anxceit, sleepceit, anxceitmus self-insert ships: remance, remanceit oc: stimulation | ira sanders blocked tags: prinxiety, moceit proshipper; don't like? don't read!

Lance • They/Them or Sea/Sear/Seas • Adult Quoiromantic & Bi/Ace • Autistic

Otherkin: Water/Ocean/Faerie • Former endogenic system

currently writing: belief is deceit is belief & Photophobia

Canon setting

Modern setting

Antemori Shores Music and Memories [anxceit]

Fantasy of Eldritch and Gifted [dukexiety, dukesleepceit, rosleepceit]

[links to be added later, au names and layout may change]

Collabs with @anxiouslyfred vampiceit - canon setting, janus is a vampire disguised as a snake, anxceitmusleep dnau - remus gets into dna tests, janus' dna keeps changing, janus has an identity crisis mafiau - fake marriage turn into taking over a mafia, dukexiety, rosleepceit, freed androids becoming family dragonau - janus is a dragon that hoards boyfriends [needs better description]

AUs from the 4 year break idolau - remy is an idol forced to be the face of scandals, janus is a barista with a dark past, virgil is a bartender trying to save money, roman is struggling to get a role, remus probably has a job and a home, oh and most of them live in the same shitty building marvelau - janus get spider powers, janus is very hot, spideypool, dukexiety, future sleepceit, one-sided roceit

AUs that I think about belief!dee - deceit used to be belief, king is the only one who knows, qpp kingceit, roceit, remus has abandonment trauma, remus is obsessed w roman [belief is deceit is belief] fakimals - remus is thought to be the only dark side because virgil and janus are always in animal form, the animals will still pop up if they disagree with something, ignoring the animals doesn't end well, qpp anxceit, slow roceit local cryptids au - schrodingers sleepxiety -> creepxiety, lomile, roceit, tobus, logan raised the twins, remy and virgil raised dee, virgil's youtube audience has lots of questions, remy owns fluidi-tea the coffee shop [local cryptids] ts magic au - ironshell, deceit has too many people attracted to him, deceit is the only human, fae shouldn't be trusted but also the twins are fae

Other AUs art heist au, bread au, fairytale au, garbage au, haunted motel au, ill-fitting powers, kingceit human au, powerswap au, pride!roman au, sideswap au, soft vibes au, snakely escape au, the coincidence au, toddler dee au, ts sunflower au, ts tangled au, ts witch au, unexpected roommates au, wtnv au

Dead AUs crazy ex au, dead spouses au, deceit too au, hogwarts au, parent teacher au, soulmate wings au, the high school au, ts avatar au, ts mythology au, ts universe au, twin omens au, yet another youtube au

[lanaily28]

Wufffffffff

Harini poollll capeeenyaaaaa

Kaki hampir copottt

Okeokee..

Harini memory apa yg teringat?

Anywy today dia jalan jalan ke dnau toba

Seems like heis happy

Hopes u more than it yahhh babe ✨️

U know hw much i love u lana 🧡28

Pamit bobo dulu.uda jam 23.00 wktu jakarta

Oia malam ini tiba tiba teringat jalan di sambu sama si lanamartin

Kukira mau nemeni dia beli sstu

Rupanya dia ngajak makan ke mdn mall

Wkakakkakakkaka

Miss all memories in medan✨️😂😂

[the-al-chemist]

YASSSS DARK NOIR IS BACK. My beloved, how I’ve missed you. But, even as the DNAU’s biggest fan, I did not see that twist coming…

Dazzling, as always 💛✨

Cherry Red

Find the whole DarkNoir fun here.

Based on this ask by the fantastic @drinkyoursoupbitch

A/N: The last bit of the DarkNoir!AU (for now) naturally brings my favourite couple of them all. The amount of obsession I have developed for this version of them is entirely unhealthy, but what's new. Warning: dark noir world weariness, allusion to drugs and prostitution.

The room is crowded, the stale air stuffy with the stench of perfume and smoke. I know better than to mingle with the rich and famous. They suffer my presence among them - crave it, even - and yet my very being here is a testimony to both their boredom and their vices. They know it, and I do, too. What I don’t know is who is more disgusted by it.

The annual horse show - the start to a new season of gambling, a prelude to the vicious cycle of seeing and being seen and spending so much money it would comfortably feed a family of four in less than an hour - has just ended. The privileged few with enough money to matter have now assembled at the glamorous afterparty held in one of the most exclusive country clubs in town.

The privileged few, and me.

I keep to the side of the room, to the shadows cast by the twinkling chandelier suspended from the ceiling. Its fragmented light dances over the party guests talking about the day’s purchases and the latest gossip in a world open only to the not-so-lucky-few in attendance. I cast a weary look around the room. Through the haze of blue smoke, all I see are forced smiles on the gentlemen’s faces, and bored looks on the diamond-draped women clutching either their husband’s arms, their champagne glasses, or both. 

So much glitz on the outside, so much dullness underneath. 

Leaning casually against the wall, I find amusement in how the curious looks are dropped as soon as I meet them, but it is a grim kind. No matter how expensive my borrowed suit may look, I don’t fit here, and I know it. They know it, too, but that is what’s drawing their eye. I’m an outsider invading their secret circle, an attraction to be gobbled at. No one wants to admit it, but they are all slavering for their turn to talk to me. To do business with me. Money can only get you so much, but it can provide distraction and diversion to the vapidness of life - which is precisely what I’m here for. 

I nod discreetly at the gentleman who has just left me with his head held high and a haunted look in his eyes, turning my attention back to the crowd who all pretend they haven’t noticed. Business has been going slow so far but I’m not concerned. The night is young, and people need their time to loosen up. It’s a tough business, riding out the high of spending thousands with a snap of their fingers. When they’re ripe for a new one, I’ll be here waiting for them.

The evening draws on. The vials hidden in the pocket of my jacket begin to dwindle, each replaced by a roll of banknotes that make conversation with the swanky snobs almost bearable, and the flirting of their bejewelled banshees slightly less pathetic. I nod obediently at the men and give the women with their fake smiles and real diamonds a deep look into their heavily painted eyes, every single time. 

The things you do for business.

I have already given up hope of anything interesting but money rolling in when the doors open and a couple that is arriving late is led into the room. It’s the man I see first - combed back, sand-coloured hair, a suit more expensive than what I earn in several months, and a swagger that marks someone who is used to being made room for.

The woman by his side I instantly recognise. She is wearing a cherry red dress beneath a heavy fur coat, which gets taken from her shoulders by eager hands. The fabric of her dress - probably expensive as sin herself - shimmers in the light as she moves with a self-confidence that makes her look like she owns the world. Judging by the looks she’s receiving, she might as well. A tilt of her hand, the slightest raise of her red lips, and suddenly the light from the chandelier is rendered dull, and the gemstones of the women surrounding her have become lacklustre. The hint of a smile, and it’s her who lights up the room. 

I watch as she follows her companion, accepting the champagne flute she is handed by her companion with a graceful bow of her head. He talks to her, and even from across the room, I can’t stop looking at the movement of her lips as she laughs. She puts her hand on him - well-placed, fleeting touches, never enough to raise eyebrows, always enough to not let him forget she is there. As if someone like her could be forgotten.

I know the man who has bought her company for the night; a lawyer from a well-established family. Rumour has it, he is in the run-up for a spot in the government. It surprises me that he risks being seen with her, out in public. But then again… what screams power more than a woman like her by his side and not a care in the world? Another touch, another smile. She has only eyes for him and him alone but even so I’m sure she knows that I am here. She always does. 

As the music swells, the man takes her hand and leads her to the middle of the room, where other couples have gathered for a dance. She gives him a coy smile as he places his hand on her waist, the slightest bit too low for my taste. She shifts her hand on his body as they dance, not inappropriately but if you look closely, you can spot her fingers lingering, brushing alongside his arm a tad too slowly to not be suggestive. It’s an act she has perfected - the teasing, the game, the promise of something every man in this room desperately wants, including me. 

Once the music has stopped and the poor guys bloodying their hands for the indifferent applause of the elite are allowed to take a breather, I can’t take it any longer. I slip into the crowd, making my way to her and her companion. I only look at him as I approach. I give him a small nod and a smile, my eyes fixed on his. It’s not quite a challenge but no subordination either.

“May I ask for the next dance?” 

His eyes harden, the look in them resembling disgust. I’m not fazed by it. He’s been buying off me for too long to refuse me. He knows that I know, and I can tell how much he hates it. 

“I don’t think this is appropriate,” the woman speaks up in her suitor’s stead, her voice snide and dismissive. I bow my head, my eyes finding hers. The look in them would be unreadable to most but to me, the spark in them is clear as day.

“Darling, don’t be impolite,” her companion says, the condescending smile people like him suck up with their mother’s milk forming on his face. “It’s only one dance, is it not? You’ll be back with me before you know it.”

“I’m counting the minutes,” she breathes as he kisses her hand, giving him a deep look from beneath her lashes as he walks away. When he has gone, she turns to me.

“Mr Amari.”

“Miss Jameson.”

I extend my hand and she takes it, allowing me to draw her closer as the music starts again. She smells like jasmine and mint, the silk of her dress cool beneath my fingertips as I place my hand on her waist, exactly where her companion’s hand has been.

“I’m surprised you’re here, Mr Amari,” she says as she lets me lead her into the dance. I raise my eyebrows fractionally.

“I go where the money goes, Miss Jameson. What better place to be than a horse show? I could say the same of you,” I add after a moment. “You have been gone for quite some time. A peculiar choice of event to make your reappearance.”

Her laugh is quiet and melodious, and I mourn its loss as she stops to speak. “Nothing but a return to the scene as a glamorous party, isn’t there? I missed the glitz and glamour.”

“The glitz and glamour missed you.” 

She hums as she comes closer for a moment, not a second longer than the music dictates her to. I feel the warmth of her against me, and when she withdraws I have to stop myself from following her.

“What would be glamorous about watching breeding mares prancing around to be traded off?” 

“Are we still talking about horses?”

“What else would we be talking about?” The smirk on her red lips has turned bitter. She averts her eyes. “Aren’t we all wares to be sold?”

“How so?” 

“You said it yourself - everyone in this room has come because of money, one way or another. It’s what drives us, all of us.”

“Some of us,” I correct her, slowly spinning her around, “but not you. You don’t need this.”

“Don’t I?”

I tear my eyes away from her face for a moment. The man she has arrived with is watching us like a hawk, his attention like the tip of a knife grazing my skin. It’s as if I can see the tendons on the side of his neck protruding even from where I dance with her. He is ready to step in should anyone dare to claim his prize. I pull her tighter against me.

“You turned up in some illustrious company tonight.”

“I guess.”

She sounds bored.

“He might get into parliament next term. You’re bound to be talked about.”

She pulls a face. “It’s not ideal. Boss told me I could say no but what was I supposed to do? He keeps requesting me, every time he books with us. He wouldn’t let off, not even when I… had gone for a while.” 

“He’d be a fool not to,” I say, but the thought of him singling her out like that makes me uneasy. I don’t like it, but that’s the deal with her, has always been. She’s a light too bright to look at, and the moths are inevitably drawn to her.

The dance floor has become crowded, and we need to watch where we step. I take the opportunity to pull her close, closer than I would have dared otherwise. She lets me, and I feel her body flush against mine, those curves hidden by her red dress, and the soft skin of her neck, beneath which her pulse is throbbing rhythmically. 

Suddenly, she moves to the side, pulling me along so that I come between her and the eyes of her watchdog. She raises her chin, breath brushing over my jawline as she whispers into my ear.

“Are you coming home tonight? The kids are missing their dad… and so am I.”

Her words stir something I keep hidden deep within, yet I guard my face carefully. My eyes flick over the people surrounding us. They all seem too preoccupied with themselves to have noticed anything but you never know. We always have to be careful. So very careful.

“I’ll try,” I whisper back, my words not more than an exhale. “Make sure that you are, too.”

Her lips part to respond but before she can do so, the music stops. It takes a considerable amount of willpower to step away from her. Her eyes don’t leave mine as I raise her hand to my lips and place a kiss on the back of it. As she withdraws, her fingers quickly close around the vial I have pressed into her palm.

“Be careful.”

Her lips draw into a wicked smile that makes her eyes sparkle. It’s like the fleeting look of softness in them has been nothing but a fever dream.

“Worried, Mr Amari?”

I don’t reciprocate her smile. “Always.”

“I can handle myself,” she says and shakes her head. Nonetheless, the small vial with the clear liquid inside vanishes beneath the hem of her gloves as she does so.

“I know. Just in case.”

“Just in case.” She steps away, her perfect mask of indifference already back in place. Her eyes drop from mine but I know what she’s saying, a whispered secret forbidden to any ears but mine. “Wait up for me tonight.” 

Then she turns, and all I can do is watch her leave. It stings, having to watch her and her cherry red dress walk away, right into the arms of the other man waiting for her. But as long as I know who she will be walking back to, I can bear it.

Even if only just. 

[bruisedribs]

@anxiouslyfred

When Roman had whipped that family tree out as just another prop to help him prove his point against Logan, he hadn't thought anything about it. Just a bunch of pretty people; throwing himself in as Thomas' royal ancestor and making Patton Thomas' dad was just for fun. Of course they couldn't realistically be Thomas' ancestors but Roman was all about imagination.

He had thrown the family tree away somewhere among other used props afterwards and forgotten all about it.

Until a few years later, when the thing decided to come back and haunt him.

Okay, so technically the prop family tree wasn't haunting him - but Remus, who had found it after going through Roman's things like the gremlin he is, was. Because the family tree had made Remus spiral into dna, and specifically their dna.

Roman had never thought much about his existence beyond being a part of Thomas, being one of many that represent an exaggerated aspect of Thomas' being. Yes, Patton was their dad, but not really. Yes, Roman and Remus were twins, but only because they both could be boiled down to creativity. Of course they had bodily fluids, but only because they chose to. Roman frequently bled gold, inspired by ichor from greek mythology. Anything Remus excreted was toxic and/or radioactive, unless he wanted otherwise. Janus had venom! There was never a need to look to deep into the science of their existence, no need to care about dna if they even had any.

He honestly shouldn't be surprised that Remus had taken the idea and run with it.

With minor input from a frustrated Logan, and maximum input from gory crime shows, Remus had set up a medical lab in the Imagination. Dna samples were taken directly from the source - Roman couldn't count the amount of times that Remus had plucked a hair from him, or pushed a cotton swab into his mouth. But that had been fine! Roman had suffered through a lot worse.

And then Remus got his hands on Janus' dna and whatever peace was left in the mindscape dissapeared.

Roman was almost thankful that Patton had gotten the prop family tree from Remus; it had given him an excuse to take Patton on a quest through the Imagination to find the made-up people from years ago.

For now, Roman only had to worry about how to tell Patton the truth. But rather an impossible quest than Remus (and Logan, and Virgil) trying to get answers about Janus' dna results.

Hopefully Thomas would still be able to get work done.

[mephew-j]

This is kind of a continuation to that one thought I had “What if Commander Nebula wouldn´t have been a robot hater and thus never deactivated XL and actually care for his two sons?”

I guess I should make this an AU!, how should I name it?

[elicedraws]

prepare for interstellar parenting™

[microbiology-notes]

Coupled Transcription and Translation in Procaryotes.... A schematic representation of coupled transcription and translation. As the DNA is transcribed, ribosomes bind the free 5′ end of the mRNA.Thus translation is started before transcription is completed. Note that there are multiple ribosomes bound to the mRNA, forming a polyribosome....... . . . . . . . . . . . . #student #biochemistrymeme #microbiology_microbiology #biotechusa #biofilm #dnareplication #dnabts #dnatesting #dnata #dnaworldtour #dnau #dnars #rnait #rnatural #rnan #replication #translation #transcription #microbiology #laboratory #research #lablife #scientist #biologymajor #biologycollege #biologyclass #phdlife #biochemistrystudent (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCujDaHDbSN/?igshid=fhpaanqby43t

[ashokmeghwal]

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[kdcrwfrd-blog]

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[dna-u]

you wont believe the beef I have with gel pens. Anyway…I drew Solace in a stray notebook i found..! Should I show it to him?

[grasslandgirl]

leadam? 👀👀

oh god. skfjbnskjfnskvjnsfkbjsnfb so leadam (leah and adam) is my own shipname a friend and i invented for a pairing within the """fandom"""" for a play no one has read and no one cares about (dna by dennis kelly) they're my little darlings and halfway between fic characters and ocs at this point bc theyre so divorce from the original source material but i like writing them as a comfort piece esp when im artistically blocked otherwise

[aberfaeth]

OH PRETTIEST PLEASE 💌

uhhhhhh being the best person alive and my dear friend and loml!? kevin: kevin First of all, fig and gorgug, dnaus, zac oyama in general, orange the fruit, orange the color but like a nice warm orange, also forest green, sammy rae and the friends, noble pining, billy joel and other dad music, the miscommunication trope, sam and peter, b4b table two, cows, lilo & stitch, that one fast food joint we went to that i forget its name, and of course, charlie tartt <3

send me a 💌 and i'll tell you something i associate with you!

[extremerunning]

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[bruisedribs]

Janus is deceit, is hiding the ugly truth, is white lies, and sometimes Janus is something sinister, something plain ugly, something dark.

They think it's fitting that their dna reflects that.

But Janus wants to believe that there is more to them than that. They want Thomas to believe that there is more to them than that.

Even if they know better.

So why does it hurt when Remus waves dna results in their face, and theirs is just what they expected?

Why does it hurt a lie to know it's a lie?