#y2k au

[robertdenirowap]

i havent even drawn that much lately

[sinclairstarz]

SOMEONE needs to make a y2k/early 2000s byler fic. i cant be the only one lost in this insanity

[starlitheaven]

rockstar!geto x model!reader in the early 2000s!

[jellofangy]

BOB THE BUILDER Y2K/ANTHRO AU DESIGNS (for the 3rd f*ing time): SCOOP

INFO OF AU: Originally posted on Discord.This au isn't really anything big or magical or special, it's basically just BTB but the machines are humans, have their own backstories, hobbies, homes and lifestyles and everyone lives in the year 1999. Y2k has taken over me.

DESCRIPTION

FULL NAME: Scott “Scoop” Samuels

AGE: 19

BDAY: 11/5 (Scorpio)

GENDER: Male (Bisexual)

RACE: Caucasian/British-European

OCCUPATION: Construction Worker/Digger Operator

HOBBIES: Building/Action Movies/Comedy

MUSIC FAVS: Smash Mouth/Bowling For Soup/Relient K

BIO: Scoop joined Bob's building crew once he finished high-school in 1998. At the time he was studying a building course at university. Being a famous builder and construction worker had always been his dream since he was very young, as he loved seeing all the construction sites and how the workers did their job. Scoop had lived entirely on his own for the majority of his life and was able to quickly learn how to make his own living and work hard, making him very independent. He is a born-leader with a lot of optimism, who always wants to do the right thing and be on top. He is also a humorous joker with a snarky attitude.

[fatale-distraction]

For the DADWC: sharing drinks for Solavellan?

Some inappropriate jokes from my Y2K AU for @dadrunkwriting

***

How did a respectable college professor of his years keep finding himself in these situations, Solas wondered, watching the Lavellan siblings cavorting across the pebbled beach of Lake Calenhad while he reclined on a folding lounge chair and enjoyed a cold, stiff drink. It was late spring, the waters still a bit chilly in spite of the sweltering sun, and both girls had chosen to wear shorts and t-shirts over their swimsuits.

Dorian, he thought, glaring at his friend out of the corner of his eye. Dorian was how. The Tevinter had gone from determined to merely drag his friend from his self-imposed hermitage to a determination to ruin his entire life the moment he’d caught the slightest whiff of the little crush Solas had on his student.

A shriek and a splash caught his attention. Evelyn was on her back, rolling with laughter while her younger sister was scrambling back up out of the water, pebbles flying as she clawed her way back to shore, soaking wet and vowing revenge against her sibling. Long strands of dripping red curls stuck to her cheeks and neck, and her freckled skin was flushed pink beneath her vallaslin. The t-shirt stuck wet and transparent to her skin, the vibrant purple of her bikini somehow more enticing beneath the transparent, clinging fabric.

Dorian laughed. “You should see your face,” he wheezed, wiping away a tear beneath his sunglasses. Both men wore linen Bermuda shorts and loose unbuttoned shirts. Solas was currently pink from the top of his head all the way down his pale chest, and not from the sun. He turned to glare at his friend again while Cullen trotted over to help both girls to their feet, bronze, muscled skin and blond hair gleaming like an Adonis. Solas felt positively frumpy next to his stylish comrades, something that would never have bothered him before, but today…

Water dripped down thick, freckled thighs from soaking wet jean shorts in thin rivulets to pool at her feet. Ellana blinked water from dark lashes as she laughed and held onto Cullen’s toned arm as he hauled her up easily. She was easily half the human man’s height, but in those tiny shorts, her legs looked a mile long. Solas swallowed and took a long sip of iced whiskey. Dorian continued laughing as he stood and made his own way over to the siblings and Cullen. Solas watched suspiciously as the other man bent to Ellana’s ear and murmured something that had her giggling and turning as red as her hair. Horrifically, she began trudging her way back up the gentle slope, waving to her teacher with a cheery countenance.

“Miss Lavellan,” he greeted her as she dropped heavily into the chair beside him, breathless with laughter.

“Hahren,” she mimicked his carefully measured tone. “Why don’t you come play? The water is…well, horrible, actually.”

Solas chuckled. “I’m a bit old to ‘go play.’”

The young woman frowned at him. “You’re never too old to go play,” she told him sternly, reaching for his drink.

“You’re not going to like it,” he warned, surrendering the glass with some reluctance.

Ellana made a rude noise and then took a ginger, dainty little sip of the whiskey. Her nose wrinkled. She squinted and pursed her lips.

“Don’t you dare spit that out,” ordered Solas, trying to suppress the laughter threatening to burst from his chest and almost succeeding.

With considerable effort, she swallowed the whiskey and stuck her tongue out, making another awful, pained noise. “I’ve heard that one before…” she muttered, handing the glass back with derisive dismissal.

Sweet merciful creators, this woman. Solas snorted, coughed, and blushed a bit. “It’s very expensive, I didn’t want you wasting it—“ he started to explain.

“Heard that one before too.”

“Ellana, please.”

“That’s alright, hahren, I suppose I don’t mind swallowing your expensive whiskey,” she grinned and waggled her eyebrows.

“Da’len!”

“Hey!” Evelyn’s crass shout startled the professor. She was a terrifying woman, very protective of her little sister, and it was his greatest fear that she should ever discover his inappropriate feelings for Ellana. “What are you hooligans laughing about over there?”

Solas lunged to cover the younger woman’s mouth as she opened it to answer. “Whiskey!” he choked out. “She had a sip of my whiskey and made the the most absurd face!”

[retros-art]

Wally Darling from me and my friends Y2K au! Me and my wally fictive had so much fun designing it! Idk why he looks so tall I didn't mean for that to happen He's still only 3 feet i promise

Um uh um

Idk much abt y2k stuff ngl my friend just wanted me to help with designs and gave me clothes ideas and this was a lot of fun!! I'll probably be posting more of this au!

Wally said we needed to put more hearts on it so that's why he has so many hearts on him. Idk, he's silly goofy like that

UMM The best way I can describe this version of Wally is that scene from mean girls

Wally "That's the most!"

Frank "Wally, stop trying to make 'most' happen. It's not going to happen"

(Character is not mine, he belongs to @partycoffin )

I'm already having so much fun omg <33

[bloodrediscream]

Reboot Wally and Friends 🏠✨🍏

I wanted to have a nice Television look for this picture

[shapelytimber]

Y2kunt darth maul going to the club with the gals (gn). He was 22 in sw1, he should've been at the club

[COMMISSIONS] - [PRINT] (Promo code UJABTZ still available until 11/19 <3)

Process below (and a quick recap of all the other people in the room (+ rambling because it's my favorite thing to do gkgkflflk)) vvv

Do I think Maul would have a friend group ? No. But it's time to open our hearts and and free ourselves from the shackles of common sense.

Anyway starting from the left, the togruta woman was a design I created nearly... 3 years ago ?? In my first fanart for the fic serie "how to..." (I think I named her Narla).

In the bg is my sw barbie ! In hommage to someone who said on my last maul drawing "I think Maul deserves barbie as a friend" (something along those lines-) and I think they are right so here she is !

And the last person is... The death stick guy from the second film gkgkfkoffk I could not resist not including him idkw. He seems to enjoy going to the club ? That's enough for me ! (Don't think of the timeline, for the love of god nobody think of the timeline-)

When I was doing sketches for this, I thought about one crutial detail I could not comprehensively include in the final image, so here it is : Maul and my togruta lady chose each other's outfits. He picked something he thought looked cool, she picked pink.

PS : the longer I was working on this piece the more Darth Maul was looking like a mean lesbian lhlgkgofok anyway if you want to interpret this image as trans mean lesbian Maul I won't stop you <3 (join me and my evil advisor in this delightful vision)

PSS : my only exposure to maul was though sw1, and half of the book 'maul lockdown' (that I remember nothing about-). I barely know this man, he is just the weird guy from sw I like to draw. (I obviously know other things about him, but only through fandom(tumblr))

[matchamabs]

whoever put the phrase 'dungeon britishi' in my tags, this one's dedicated 2 u. i haven't been able to stop thinking abt it. i can't b arsed 2 finish these scribbles so take it and run ok quick

[miusato]

Lmao so I finally done drawing a lineup of P3 cast in my Highschool AU. Call them wokesona or something ahskskskskasosk

[stars-interlude]

Poison!

a/n: I know i said a gorou fic was gonna be next but trust its in progress 🙏🏾🙏🏾 ALSO I PUT MY WHOLE HEART INTO THIS ESPECIALLY THAT TEXTING PART 😵 ALSO TYSMMM FOR THE NOTES ON THE KAZUHA FICC I rlly never thought that my work would reach that many people 😭😭 again tysm!!!

★Pairings: Leadsinger!Xiao x Fem!reader

★tags/warnings: Band!AU NSFW not proofread! smoking weed, high sex

synopsis; After your best friend Hu tao invites you to her bands concert for the first time you see her members and u see the lead singer afterwards your talking to Hu tao and he comes up to you and invites you to his place..

[💿] now playing-

You open your eyes to see the ceiling of your dimly lit room. you sluggishly reach for your phone to see a notification from “Hu tao 🥁‼️‼️” it was something about going to a concert “i’m way too tired for this..” you mumbled. You put down your phone just to hear a knock at your door. you get up to see who it was and speak of the devil it was the one and only Hu tao “Hii.. you look like a mess if i’ve ever seen one” “Hello, how are you would’ve been just a bit better” you interject “Anyway did you see my text? It was about my bands concert.” you recall seeing her text but not really processing it “uh yea I saw it” “ well you’re coming right why aren’t you trying to plan an outfit its only in a few hours?” Your eyes widen hours you literally just woke up “hours? i got up a few minutes ago” “it’s 6pm…” Hu tao says as she walks in uninvited “i had a lot of things to do last night” you argued as you followed her. Hu tao gets to your bedroom at starts going through your closet throwing out things she thought fit the theme tonight. “no way this dress will look great on you” she says as she holds up a dark red dress. “Not bad ‘Tao I’ll wear it.”

When you get to the place where the “small concert” was you see a lot of people around your friend band while they played. As you squeezed though the crowd to get a better look you can see all the members which you’ve been introduced to some but you see the lead singer and surprisingly he’s really attractive, as your looking he looks back at you and of course you can feel your face getting hot and he makes it no better with that smirk of his face. For the rest of the few songs they played you avoided eye contact with him and just took photos and videos of the band to show to Hu tao later

Just as most people were leaving you see Hu tao running up to you “Hi, how did we do?!” “You guys did great you wanna see the photos I took while you guys played?” You can basically see the stars pop in her eyes “Of course I do, you know who you’re talking to right???” you pull out your phone to show her “we all look soo cool but why didn’t you take any pictures of Xiao?” “who’s Xiao?” you respond you’ve heard many things about Xiao but there was no way he was the lead singer “what photos of me..” you and Hu tao turn around to see just the slightly taller male.

"Hey, look who it is the man himself Xiao" Hu tao announced to you. Xiao smirked “Hey.. you’re that girl I saw when i was on stage. No photos of me? hm” He said as he moved closer to your face “uh well sorry you just weren’t my main focus” you shrugged “you were definitely mine..” Xiao muttered to himself “well here” Xiao says as he hands you a small piece of paper. Then he walked away “What’s that?” Hu tao questions “I don’t even know lemme look” you opened the paper to see a phone number with an address, you felt your face get hot “it’s nothing, nothing you need to worry about” you quickly slipped it into the pocket of a jacket you wore with the dress and you started to walk out with Hu tao

“you better not hook up with him..” Hu tao looks at you “who said I was?” you replied back “I’m just looking out for you” she says as she drops you off at your place “good night ‘Tao” you say as you open and walk into your apartment

As you walk in your place you think about what she said “not to hook up with Xiao..” you pull out your phone and begin to text him

11:37 Pm

[name] - Hey it’s Hu tao’s friend from the concert

Xiao- Well u coming to my place?

[name] - i’ll be there in a few

Xiao- kk see u

You couldn’t believe what you were getting your self into but before you could process it you were already out the door. When you finally get to his place you knocked on his door and when he opened it the smell of weed made your head go blank “heyy I didn’t think you’d actually come” Xiao said fumbling on his words. You got to his room and sat on his bed his room was surprisingly clean you thought as you saw Xiao pull something out of a jar that was in a box. It was a blunt he lit it and took a long drag “you don’t mind do you?” he looked at you “no not really..” “come here cute thing” He said as he patted his thigh implying that he wanted you to sit there. You walked over and sat

He started to kiss your neck leaving marks all over until he got to your lips “you wanna take a drag?” before he could say anything else you took the blunt and took said drag afterwards you started to cough “slow down cutie little by little” Xiao said as he finally kissed your lips. He pulled away and picked you up blunt in mouth and put you on his bed you took the blunt and took another puff and you sat up to kiss Xiao as you two kissed you could feel his hands unzipping the dress you had on. when you pulled away there was a line of spit still connecting the two of you “Xiao.. can we do it now?” He looked at you and chuckled “do what? use your words” you whined it was embarrassing asking someone for sex “fuck me Xiao..” Xiao smiled and gave you a peck on the lips just before he put out the blunt that the two of you were smoking “poor baby so needy” the two of you started to get undressed and Xiao kissed up and down your body when he got to your chest he pinched and pulled your nipples

When he felt like he’s teased you enough he took his cock out and started rubbing it against you folds “oh fuck..” He hissed in pleasure and then he suddenly thrusted in “ngh~ more please” after you said that he went faster and way deeper than you’ve expected from a guy in a band. The room full of the smell of weed and sex had you going crazy “Xiao gonna cum..” you basically squealed. your back arched off the bed it felt like you were gonna pass out then Xiao leaned down and whispered “that’s all you got, there’s a lot more to cum come”

you could tell that this will be a long night..

extra:

when you woke up after Xiao fucked your brains out you got a bunch of text from Hu tao about where you were and you knew that it would be hard to explain it to her..

a/n pt2: xiao seems a lot bolder than i expected to write him.. well I hope you guys enjoyed that it took mad long to write 😭😭

[sinclairstarz]

y2k el for u :3

[starlitheaven]

AZUL PLS I NEED MORE CRUMBS 🥹 i love your perspective of geto in any au <3

geto in the y2k au is the antithesis to geto in the toji bodyguard au!

takes place in the mid 2000s in NYC mainly! very trashy—think TMZ, perez hilton, mugshots, clubbing every night, night in jail stints.

when you meet geto, he's already a little jaded from the industry & fame. he has his own toxic relationship with being a famous rockstar and has accepted that he needs vices—drugs—to survive. but he's slowly unraveling and losing himself (and takes it out on your relationship).

you'd meet at a photoshoot & totally hit it off! it's a whirlwind and moves way too fast to be healthy, but neither of you are really making sound decisions. it's hot & heavy at first—both of you fall deep and hard. fucking before & after concerts, going on dates all around the world when you're in the same country, spending his birthday in a large rose-petal filled bathtub in a penthouse suite in tokyo, falling in love when he takes you to his small hometown. he also surprises you in paris with an engraved lock for you in the Love Bridge.

but geto can be callous and sharp-tongued while you're stubborn and like to push his buttons. a lot of petty arguments, a lot of explosive fights, and the tabloids fiend for it. they're everywhere not only because of your shared fame but because of all the drama.

amongst this, you and geto truly love each other. with you, he's able to be the person he used to be before he became famous: considerate, caring, selfless, a little more quiet and level-headed (more like geto before plasma vessel arc). but there's only cracks of his real self due to the craziness of tours, interviews, photoshoots, clubbing, drugs, paparazzi.

it just gets increasingly toxic and always ends with fucking no matter where you are in the world. and the reason you two continue to hurt each other is cause you always take the other back—it's never definite.

like i said earlier, geto is slowly unraveling throughout all of this. it fucks with him to see his relationship being picked apart and granted no privacy, to see how the world treats you differently just cause you're a woman, how much of a spectacle his life has become. it obviously affects his work and even his record label is close to cutting him, no matter how much money he makes them.

geto's breaking point would be haibara dying. this is the mid 2000s after all (think britney, paris, lindsey), so the media is ruthless. yuu is one of geto's closest friends in this au and he completely snaps in the aftermath of his death; dealing with the sudden loss is bad enough, but the tabloids are relentless in covering the story. like they're no longer being treated as humans, just the next segment in a developing story that slowly shocks the world.

you're not in the country when it happens so it doesn't reach you right away, but geto is being followed and harassed constantly. it takes a darker turn and he becomes completely unstable (sh, violence).

that's as far as i've thought of it tbh! i've had this au in mind since 2021 but never got to elaborate like this so thanks for the ask <3

[jellofangy]

BOB THE BUILDER Y2K/ANTHRO AU DESIGNS: MUCK

PREVIOUS DESIGN (ALSO PROVIDES MORE INSIGHT TO AU): https://jellofangy.tumblr.com/post/711937639267336192/bob-the-builder-y2kanthro-au-designs-for-the-3rd

DESCRIPTION

FULL NAME: Maverick “Muck” Ibrahim-Brown

AGE: 20

BDAY: 9/26 (Libra)

GENDER: Male (Trans/Polysexual)

RACE: Mixed British-European/Lebanese

OCCUPATION: Construction Worker/Bulldozer - Dump Truck Operator

HOBBIES: Sports/Outdoor Activities/Horseback Riding

MUSIC FAVS: Aaliyah/TLC/Jennifer Lopez

BIO: Muck is the oldest of the workers at Bob's building crew. However, Bob's building yard wasn't the first as from 1997 to 1998 Muck had been in multiple other's which he felt didn't make him as happy. Muck comes from a biracial family. His father's side was full blood British and lived just outside of the building yard town in the city while his mother's side immigrated from Lebanon. Muck is a rough and tough worker in Bob's yard who loves a sense of adventure and discovery, which explains all of the sports and outdoor activities he does. He has a bit of a loud and assertive attitude and is ready to dive into things head first without hesitation. He has future plans of entering the olympics, though he does not know what sport he would do.

[fatale-distraction]

Happy Friday! For DADWC: "running their love interest a bath after a long work day" for Solavellan?

Dances up with some more Y2K AU for @dadrunkwriting

M rating for nudity and implied sexy times! Enjoy~

***

Solas stood in the doorway of his bathroom, half-out of his jacket, jaw dropped open in surprise.

When he'd come home after a packed day of faculty meetings, lesson planning, and a long and heated argument with Mythal, he had no reason at all to expect he'd find anything but a dark, empty house. It had been enough of a surprise to open his front door to find Ellana frozen guiltily in place like a deer caught in the headlights, cradling a few bottles of wine in her arms like infants. The sight that met his eyes as he crossed the living room, into his bedroom with the adjoined master bath, half-heartedly scolding her the entire way, left him speechless for a long moment.

The soft, gentle strains of Ella Fitzgerald floated through the air as the record spun and crackled faintly from the small player he kept next to his bedroom window. Wavering light danced across the tiled floor of the bathroom from what might have been a hundred flickering candles arranged on every level surface. Sitting atop an ottoman she must have dragged in from his living room was a tray with two glasses and a plate of cheese, fruit, and deli meat. Most interesting was the antique, claw-foot bathtub he'd spent a pretty penny to have properly restored and fixed with modern plumbing. Hot water steamed the air, the surface shimmering with oil and soap bubbles, the air scented with patchouli and lavender.

"Ellana..." he breathed, jacket falling forgotten to the floor.

Hovering behind him, eager and hopeful, the trouble-maker herself hugged the wine bottles more tightly to her chest. "You said on the phone earlier that you were having a lousy day, so..."

"So you broke into my house and vandalized my bathroom?"

"Romantically!"

Solas chuckled, rubbing a hand down his face. His muscles ached, his head throbbed, and his pride was bruised from the confrontation with Mythal. He had hoped to come home to peace and quiet so he could attempt to forget the troubles of his day; alone, sparing anyone else the burden of his personal or professional drama. He'd been seeing Ellana in mostly-secret for only a short time, and he was certainly not ready to let her shoulder a bit of that burden, not ready to even discuss it with her yet.

"This is...thank you, vhenan," he said softly. The metallic sound of a corkscrew reached his ears, and he turned to see she was already wrestling one of the bottles open. She poured generously into the two wine glasses and handed one to him with a kind smile.

"Hop in," she nodded to the bath as she padded on stockinged feet toward the doorway. "I'll be back in just a second and rub your shoulders."

Solas took a long sip of wine as he watched her disappear into the dim bedroom before he undressed. They'd been intimate before, and it heated his cheeks to think of it, but only a few times. He lowered himself into the hot, fragrant water, suppressing a low groan as it engulfed in him warm comfort. The wine glass dangled from his fingers over the side of the tub and he leaned his head back against the cool porcelain, eyes closed as he listened to a lovely duet between Ella and Louis Armstrong.

Grey eyes blinked open again when the door creaked on its hinges. Ellana had returned, armed with a bottle of massage oil and...

Oh.

He cleared his throat. "Ellana?"

"Yes?" She smiled at him, this time with mischief dancing in her violet eyes. She'd traded her sweater, skirt, and nylons for a short, silky bathrobe that barely reached the top of her thighs. Her hair had been loosened from her usual braided bun and fell in lush curls over her shoulders, reaching all the way to her hips.

Fuck.

"That's...a very nice robe you have."

"Thanks," she replied brightly. "Would you like to see it on the floor?"

"Yes, I would like that very much," he breathed, fingers squeaking against the side of the tub as his muscles tightened.

Slowly, agonizingly so, she untied the robe. The whisper of silk was barely audible as it slid from her bare shoulders and fluttered to pool at her feet. She pushed the long curtain of red curls over her shoulder, and he watched the ends brush against the generous curve of her ass.

"Get in the tub," he whispered, low and dangerous. She gave him a smirk and took the hand he offered to help her as she slipped in, sinking down onto his lap with slow, deliberate intent, her arms wrapping around his neck, lips dropping to his.

[jululipop]

he's got that white boy swag (none)