Hi, I'm Mayhem, and I'm the creator and archivist of the Unknown Exile (or UE) AU! While I do have a fic in the works, I tend to draw more or write little blurbs. So that's what this account is for.
CONTENT WARNING: This AU features several upsetting themes and situations, such as blood, gore, abuse, manipulation, loss, character death, and upsetting depictions of mental health. Viewer discretion is advised. Stay safe, y'all!
Fanart/reblogs/comments are always appreciated, I will bawl my eyes out /pos
More refs, expansion on the world, and a fic (eventually) coming soon!
(Final thing, feel free to ask questions and be silly with my guys we will skip through flower fields if you do)
(Please ping me if you make art or anything of these guys i'm begging you)
it sure has been a while huh? i promise that i am alive trust
so art dump yayay!!!!
stylizing me and my friends pmd team!! (from left to right, cotton, me, blip @cedar-treetea, nuri, @raptorbyte, cappuccino, @pinktwig1, and slurpee, whose tumblr i do not know lol. quillow on th!)
vocaloid au of my sona! she's an android turned sentient :) M4Y-H3M
3-4. commissions for @cedar-treetea and quillow_ on th! (they're open...btw...cough cough...
reblogging this bc it's on my main and proof i am indeed alive
i am very sorry abt the inactivity!!! ue is taking. much longer than expected. but it's going to be very good i hope! i will try to post some art soon that is more directly related to the au. get ready i am going to torture these freaks /silly
(also...comms...you can dm me...i want to draw dsmp aus for fairly reasonable prices...)
As the shadows got longer and the lanterns on the L'manburg walls dimmed, Tommy and Tubbo slinked off to the barracks. Tommy quietly conspired about the further contents of their newest treasure, while Tubbo nodded and listened. It had been a few days since they'd found Wilbur's journal, where it was safely tucked under Tommy's bed. They would occasionally skim the contents, but they found that shortly after the first few pages of glory and independence following the nation's sovereignty and Wil's occasional sketch of the events that occured, passages became shorter and haphazard. Sometimes, just finances or supply checks. Tommy's enthusiasm quickly faded, but Tubbo always liked numbers, and was several times more patient than his friend.
"I just don't see no point in reading it anymore! It's all…just boring Wilbur stuff." Tommy groaned, flopping heavily onto his bed.
"Well, then you won't mind if I-" Tubbo shot a hand under Tommy's bed with a quiet chuckle as Tommy scrambled up to snatch it back.
"Tubbo! H-Hey, big man, just- give it back!" Tommy half-tackled his friend to the floor, getting on top of him while Tubbo was almost screaming laughing.
They scuffled for a moment longer before Tommy's arm whacked Tubbo's hand that held the journal, sending it clattering on the floor. Its pages were open to a part neither had seen before. The two, who had eachother held ready for a fight, stared at the page, then at eachother, before gingerly getting off the other.
Tommy slowly grabbed the book, as to not make the page turn or shut, and placed it on his bed. He looked to Tubbo, silently inquiring on what to do. Tubbo slowly walked over and sat next to his friend.
"Grab the lantern." Tommy whispered. Tubbo mockingly saluted and grabbed the small lantern on his nightstand a bed over. He flicked a match and carefully placed the flame, illuminating his face, and the small part of the barracks in a flickery orange glow. Placing it on Tommy's nightstand, Tubbo returned to his place with Tommy.
The ink on the page was smudged and it looked like the pen had been pressed into the page aggressively. Small gray spots dotted the page, and a dull crimson brown stained the right side. The handwriting was erratic, angry, and sharp.
"TRAITORS, ALL OF THEM, TRAITORS. ERET'S STARTED A COUP. SHE COULD STILL BE WATCHING, WATCHING WITH THAT GREEN BASTARD. HOW DARE THEY. NONE OF THEM ARE LOYAL. NONE OF THEM. I'LL MAKE SURE THIS COUNTRY PROSPERS, AND I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO DO IT. I AM ALL THIS COUNTRY NEEDS."
There was something else written, but it had been apparently burned out. Tommy's shaky hand turned the page, where the handwriting was now more like Wilbur's again. Curly and quick.
"I think about death quite frequently. If I were to die, I would want Tommy to do it." No. "He's the only loyal one in this place. My brother. I would let him kill me." This- this can't be something Wilbur said. "He has a lot to learn. And one of those things is independence. Perhaps if I was not here, he could live to his potential. Maybe I'll ask him to. If he found me dead, I would feel too terrible. He should do it." This can't be real. This is a nightmare. Dream put this here. This is a test. Anything but this.
Tommy threw the book hard onto the floor and fought to breathe. He hugged his knees and could stop his whole body from quaking. He felt so sick. Wake up, Tommy. This isn't right. Wilbur doesn't want to kill himself. He's okay, and everything's okay.
Tubbo grabbed Tommy's shoulder, breaking him out of the loop of nausea and tears welling. His eyes were wide and his ears were pinned. He did not say anything. He quietly wrapped his arms around his friend, holding him tightly. He heard Tommy's muffled cries, questions and curses. He was equally rattled. But it was Tommy's turn to be afraid. Tommy eventually pulled away, eyes red and still full of tears.
"This isn't a fucking journal anymore, it's a suicide note, for Prime's sake." Tommy's voice was angry and broken. His hands dug into his sheets, and wiped away his tears.
"…What are we even going to do? We- We have to stop him. We can't lose Wilbur." Tubbo's voice was quiet and low, still trying to process all he had read.
The silence was long. A fear hung in the air. What if it's too late? What if Wil is too long gone? What if-
He's the only loyal one in this place. My brother.
Tommy put his head up, sitting up. His eyes looked solemnly at the journal. It was open to the frist page. When Wil was still himself. When he really smiled. He got up, and picked up the wretched reminder, snapping it shut. His back faced Tubbo, whose eyes were trained to his boots.
"I'm going to talk to him." Tommy's sharp quiet voice broke the quiet. "If- if he trusts me the most, he might- understand why I'm worried." His voice wavered.
Tubbo looked up in disbelief and scampered up in front of him with wide eyes.
"T-Tom, be reasonable! What if he makes you-"
"I won't let him die, Tubbo! He's my fucking brother! If he goes, I- I don't know what I'll do! I need him!" Tommy's voice rose, not out of anger, out of fear and confusion.
Tommy walked past Tubbo. He grabbed his hat, placing it on his head with a quiver. He held the book with a tight hand, while Tubbo helplessly looked on.
"…Don't follow me. I don't want anything to happen." The door shut, and now all that remained was a horrified boy, a dying lantern, and the hope Tommy would come back alive.
if anyone's interested in drawing unknown exile in exchange for me drawing your sillay aus please comment or hmu with a dm or comment i am STARVING and i want to draw different designs
stares so politely let me draw your aus...your clingys your bees your crimeboys your emduo....(also other or none of these idc!)
I wanna practice writing dialogue in character, so send in some asks talkin to any of the UE characters!!! only rules are no nsfw, no questions directed at me (for now)
if anyone's interested in drawing unknown exile in exchange for me drawing your sillay aus please comment or hmu with a dm or comment i am STARVING and i want to draw different designs
stares so politely let me draw your aus...your clingys your bees your crimeboys your emduo....(also other or none of these idc!)
