#sukis artchive

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Based on your most recent reblog, has anyone tried creating Perkeo? Or given them a viking funeral?

They've been 'cremated' alright

But no not as a death ritual or anything because they don't stay dead long enough for that

To be fair, I wouldn't go as far as to say that no one tried, just that by the time they actually went to do it, there was no body to cremate

I imagine there were a handful of times that they just been "revived by a miracle of the good and merciful God" bc they still had business to finish in that place or would rather not play dead

[banfiyunna]

Trick or treat :>

You get treat anyway. Throws small Gabe doll thing at you

[daycarefriendpickup]

Week 18 everybody! Here's FRIDAY'S posts and look at all these wonderful works of art!!

Starring the lovely artists:

@cookiiemancer

@pluck-heartstrings

@normal-about-the-dca

@asriel20asi

@itsahotminuteinbetween

@gyxtar0luvs

@sukis-artchive

@quintenrosenburgwrites

@moon-m4n

@saturnthesilliest

@petrabasil

@ghosteii

@uwuinhell

@fatdragonart

@ihearnocomplaints

@sun-e-chips

[possumsarenice]

Figured I’d try starting one of these chains. Instead of my sona I remade an old OC. I miss her……

Link here

@dark-lord-lumi @sillyandquest @freakdoodles @severallizards @sukis-artchive @mysteryninjasweaterdork @ishouldstopdaydreaming @spiced-ciderr

[ren-054]

doodles of a bunch of aus

character design credits of the ocs that aren’t mine: @banfiyunna @sukis-artchive @clovergreensocks

[aquacomet]

Here are the images from the 2023 Sun and Moon Reveal-versary/Birthday magma collab!

A big thank you to all those that joined (and those that came to visit or expressed interest), so many amazing artists popped in to add to the collab in celebration of Sun and Moon's second year!

Here's the list of all the artists that participated:

@aquacomet - @thatmooncake - @flinxypie - @bigmoodquotes - @psychedelic-eel - @blueberry-mufffinz - @nexerist - @everlastingorbit - @skill-issued-cookie - @rynekins - @axel-otl - @chknbzkt - @severallizards - @pasteldragonstuff - @arsonag - @ninjagraceee - @miasmaclockworks - @synthrobeat - @sukis-artchive - @meat-holf - @asmallgoose - @hanshi - @smogbody - @evening-art - @asriel20asi - @peanut-007 - @/Alf (No tumblr) - @/Panda (No tumblr?)

(I took care to note down everyone who participated, but if I missed someone let me know what you made and I'll add you to the list!)

[severallizards]

W

When

Love yall sm @banfiyunna @sukis-artchive @sup-its-cat @eepsy @lunat1cc @clovergreensocks @cryptic-vale @freakdoodles @ren-054 @bucketfulofbabs @voidedpumpkin

Like tf how did this even happen

Idfk but I'm so happy that this stupid ass awful guy brought us together

GIVING YOU ALL THE BIGGEST HUGS

[clovergreensocks]

Getting obliterated opdjdndhf @sukis-artchive I'll get u back one day/threat/silly

[n-k404]

@sukis-artchive

Hello^^ I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to dm this to you with sound, sooo I hope it's alright for you to recieve it this way 😅

[rinisdrawing]

the gaang with plushies: a concept

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Hi sunsun. I'm tired, but I've got dumb idea, so if this doesn't make sense and it is illegible, I'll try to decipher later, luv u.

Imagine if the virus corrupting moon, corrupted his memory bank. So even if Perkeo "stole" his memories, there was still something left from the virus distorting him. It could bleed into Sun's memory, flashes of their Beloved Perkeo maimed and caked in blood. He'd have no idea what was wrong with him for thinking such things. For the dark thoughts of Perkeo getting hurt. For thinking about hurting his friend. He'd have no clue if it was him or moon in the memory. Their shared hands coated in the thick blood. Unable to differentiate He'd assume it's him. As Moon dominates Perkeos' crumpled form. Holding their struggling body and killing them slowly. Sun would be terrified that these thoughts flooded his brain. His mind endlessly shoving it in his face. Unable to turn it off, it becomes more frequent. And all he feels is shame and guilt about the visualization of Perkeo in such a state. He doesn't want his friend to be hurt, so why does he have twisted fantasies about it? Eventually, these thoughts would spill to when he sees the real Perkeo. Standing in front of him, seeming completely fine. Soon flashs of the imagery would replace Perkeos form. Standing slumped, bruised and beaten. Blood soaken and mangled. This would become more frequent, with sun becoming avoidant. In order to not see his best friend dying. At some point Perkeo would seek him out, trying to understand his sudden reclusiveness. And he'd just snap.

"Sun, are you here?" Perkeo whispers.

He is closing in on himself, trying to hide. To find comfort in this suffocating small supply room.

"Sunny, are you alright?!" Perkeo immediately rushes to their side. Oh what a mistake.

Sun's head raises as he catches their wrist, stopping them from grabbing him. His blank eyes seemingly lifeless, when his lack of irises was usually like a blinding lights full of passion only his soul possessed. His dead eyes meet Perkeos.

He sees a sobbing mess before him. Perkeos skin torn, clothes ragged. Skin peeled down to the bone, the blood gushing out of the open sores lining their body. Sobs rack their collapsing chest, head violently lolling on their neck. Lacerations don't even begin to describe the claw marks raking their body. Blood gurggles through their open mouth, as well as one of their eye sockets. Oh dear where was their eye?

...

"Sun!" Perkeo cries.

Through his mind, he heard a gutteral scream. A cry worthy of a battlefield. Watching as Perkeo collapses, trying to reach for him. So so hurt, yet distressed by him. Oh no, if only they knew of his horrid daydreams.

He pulls them in closer, holding them still. Trying to comfort the hurt, the hurt that had passed. The hurt Perkeo didn't know he saw, the hurt Sun carried.

He doesn't rock them back and forth, not wanting to aggravate the "wounds". He shush them. Not wanting to hear them choke through the blood, a gurgling babble unable to form words.

In reality, Perkea is sitting in his lap, held close. Protectively. Thsh go along with it. Letting sun work out his inner turmoil. Not wanting to push him.

"Oh pear, perky I am so so sorry!" It sounds like he's starting to sob.

Perkeo sits silently.

"I didn't want this to happen! This shouldn't have happened!"

What does that mean?

Perkeo asks this in a whisper, this registers in sun's receptors as a pained whine.

"All I could see was you hurt Perkeo! I don't want this! What is wrong with me?! Why why. I dont like seeing you like this, what happened? ...did I do this?"

His hysteric voice barely saying the last line.

Oh no. Oh No.

How could Perkeo have forgotten about sun? Sun was as much a part of this as Moon, was he affected by the virus? He has been here the whole time. And it seems he is hallucinating the memories Moon's lost. Oh no. Perkeo how could you have done this?! You took Moon's recollection, and now sun is paying the price. All because of your selfishness. Sun is hurt.

Sun has been hurting this whole time.

MIHEJWHWJWHWIEHEOWHIWWHIWWJWKJW CRYING SCREAMING SCRATCHING RUNNING

SUKI

SUKI MSBEUEHEIWHIW PLEASE IM

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I WOULD GRAB YOU AND KISS EVERY SINGLE INCH OF YOUR FACE AND HUG YOU SO MUCH I'D TAKE YOU OFF THE GROUND AND SWIRL AROUJDB WITH YOU RIGHT NOW

NOT EVEN ALL THE RUNNING AROUND WOULD BE ENOUGH TO CALM DOWN THE EUPHORIC ENERGY BOOST THIS JUST GAVE ME

YOU'RE AMAZING AND THIS IS PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT THERES NOT ENOUGH WORDS IN EITHER THE TWO LANGUAGES I KNOW TO DESCRIBE HOW GOOD THAT IS

I love Sun's distress at everything and how much it affects him the idea of their friend hurt and how gruesome it is and how Perkeo is trying so so hard to take care of everything but it still ends up being too much to do on their own

It was never their fault but they blame themselves for not doing enough, for not flawlessly protecting both Sun and Moon from the morbid reminder of actions that not their own but still made by their hands. They wanted to care the weight of it on their own buy against their best efforts they are still forces to share it.

Suki I'm kissing your brain and all the ideas you come up with I swear at this point you are just writing this au's fanfic for me

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

The way you draw faces, the proportions. The wondrous eyes that look alive even as a still image through a screen. The soft mouths, speaking in comics that have us sitting on the edge with every word you write. The smooth lines building your characters. The dynamic poses and real emotion. The beautiful colours you choose. The cute hand writing. But most of all your ideas, your mind is very beautiful. It looks like you execute your thoughts in the most perfect form, your art and writing is stunning. So creative and lovely. You provide the adorable fluff I wish life possessed more of.

Yet for those who know you, it's your kindness. Your an unbelievably sweet person, and I'm so glad I got the honor of becoming friends with you. I love you.

.... this might be too long of a ™️

YOU CAN'T JUST SAY STUFF LIKE THIS AND THEN DIP GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THESE TEARS

SUKI CMON

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW IM GONNA BE READING THIS SPECIFIC ASK FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

( "Immoral Immortality" — 1K words )

Immortal au writing made by my sweetheart @sukis-artchive based off this comic while we were chatting on discord

⚠️ Warning for violence and blood

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It started off like any other night. Perkeo preferred the night shift. It was dimmer, quieter, and over all just less to handle. Well...

"Goodnight Pear..."

Moon's voice came from behind them, though thus wasn't the first and far from the last. Perkeo didn't jump at the sound or the menacing words. They quite liked the nickname 'pear', and as for 'goodnight' it wasn't meant to sound like a threat. Merely Moon greeting them, as he couldn't say "good day".

"Hey Moon"

Perkeo sounded happy, yet looked a little tired.

"How have you been?"

Moon had been doing well lately, (Perkeo knew this) but that didn't nothing to ease their mind.

"G-g...g-Gh-ooooD-"

His voice box glitches out. Perkeo refrains from sighing. They knew this would happen eventually, but the short peace with Moon doing well felt good. Too good. They were so close to fixing him. If only he could have held out a little longer. Moon isn't to blame though, he doesn't know.

And so Perkeo repeats the process they made, down to a tea. They learned how to buy the most time by doing this over, and over, and over again. Funny how similar that was to their 'life'. They always had a 2nd... or 87th chance to try again. Maybe get better results.

"Moon?"

They ask hesitantly, as always.

"Are you alright?

They learned not panicking at his silence results in less of a mess.

His pupils turn to red pinpricks, Perkeo isn't surprised, yet their heartrate still spikes. Some things never change.

A bead of sweat starts to form on their cheek, they know what's to come.

Moon reaches out to caress their face. Perkeo has learnt to accept fate.

...

"...Moon?-"

"Moon?"

"...Moon?"

"Moon!" Moon snaps their attention to Perkeo.

"Are you even listenin' to me? Geez." they hold a tablet, bangs barely cover what appears to be a small bandage.

"Sorry, Starlight, my mind was over the moon..." He looks around, getting his bearings, trying to remember what was happening... before that.

"Uh-huh"

The noise pulls him out of his thoughts, he doesn't even know what "that" was. Unable to recall it properly. Strange.

"So what were you saying?" He feels bad ignoring his friend, even if it was accidentally. What's wrong with you?

"I said we're done, you doofus, now go charge because we have a long day tomorrow... I'll close everything."

'All done'? Ohhh it must have been maintenance of his software, that's what the tablet was for. And it explains his forgetfulness, he was always like this after 'check ups'. But he trusts Perkeo.

He gets up off the desk, and reaches to grab them. "I'll leave it to you, then~ nighty night, friend. Sleep well."

He mutters a 'see you tomorrow' under his breath, as they bonk heads. His hand gently holding the sides of their face, fingers threading through their fluffy hair. He doesn't register their rigid posture. Or the slight tremor that courses through their whole body. Not even the small frown gracing their lips.

He walks off to charge, just as they had said.

Perkeo sighs, placing the tablet down. They had held the screen cautiously out of view from Moon the entire time. And start to utter Sun's cleanup chant "Clean up, Clean up".

They had luckily knew thought ahead to leave out the disinfectant. They had never been so grateful that the DCA cannot enter behind the desk, as they look down. Even through the curls falling into their eyes, they can see the crimson smear on the side of the furniture.

Their smear.

A bloody handprint slid across the hard surface.

Perkeo shivered as they walked around the desk. Trying not to look at the red mark. It was so painfully obvious among the bright colours of the daycare. The smell of iron becomes stronger as they get closer. Their stomach twists uncomfortably at the scent.

They reach for the disinfectant, grabbing it as a shudder runs through their body. They ignore it and get back to work. Hmmm, they'd get used to it, eventually.

Grabbing a small cloth, they dab it with disinfectant and get to work. Nose scrunching, they slowly build up the courage to touch the blood. Why is this so hard?

not like it's the first time.

Suddenly the feeling of sickness overwhelms them. They crumple a bit. The sight of their hand lining up perfectly with the print made them gag. It wasn't a pleasant sight, they forgot this would happen.

Memories flash back to them. Of all the other times they made the mistake of touching the handprint like this, instead of wiping it clean immediately.

Then, just like every other time, the other Memories come back.

Well if you can even call them that. 'Memories' sounds happy. Perkeo knew that the connotations don't mean anything though. They've been through too much, and learned that the bad experiences are also 'memories' in a sense.

Their body spasms, as their chest rocks with sobs. They'd never get used to extreme pain. Not even with how many 'deaths' they experienced.

It hurt so bad.

—

Their eyes were swollen and puffy with streaks from their crying. They learned that the only way to live longer was to not fight it. It would toy with them as much as possible, before going for the kill.

It tore into Perkeo like a feast, slicing them with sharp claws. They had been oh so gentle before, Perkeo may never get used to the change.

They didn't want to give it the satisfaction of a scream. It would only make it hurt more then. Perkeo remembers that.

They let it mutilate them. It scratches them, punctures them, drags them by their wounds and hair, pulls them apart. But this was a friend, Perkeo knew it was worth it. It'll all be over soon.

They find some comfort in that, feeling empty otherwise. The small voice of preservation that they thought they long since killed was barely a whisper.

...no....run...

Huh, now that's a surprise. Perkeo thinks, too late. The voice was warning them. Their body even knew what was to come at this point. Oh the irony, the vessel who puts them through this wanting the pain to stop. The only reason Perkeo sticks around here is because of their immortality. If it wasn't for their body, Perkeo wouldn't need to die.

Nothing, not Perkeos experience, nor all the past pain inflicted upon them, could prepare them for what's to come. Perkeo always blocked out this part, it's happened before.

They let out a single cut off screech. Their vocal chords still not fully healed from the last time.

As Moon forces his hand into their socket, violently ripping out their eye.

Blood splatters everywhere, the eyeball bursting in his grip. Perkeo crumbles to the ground.

...should have listened.

The little voice chimed, as Perkeo finally backs away from Moon, for the first time that night. Bad idea, and Perkeo knew it.

Though their immortal side has given them an aloof disposition and immeasurable tolerance. Instinct always found a way to persist.

They knew backing away would make it worse, but it hurt too much now for them to do anything else. They knew this would lead to it ending quicker.

Moon grabs them, claws digging into their flesh. They manage to make it behind the desk, his fingers raking through their skin before losing its grip. They try to pull themselves up, bloodied hands smearing the desk as they use it to push themselves up. They grab the tablet and force a shut down.

Hmmm, this is one of the first times they didn't die...

It takes them hours to fix up themselves and clean the mess, but when they finally do dread starts to well up again. Moon was shut down, but absolutely covered in Perkeos blood. Atleast this time Perkeo remembered to not leave any handprints on Moon. It made this so much harder to clean.

The dread still doesn't subside when they finish, as they pick up the tablet. Connecting it to Moon, they replay the footage. Watching their torture always made it worse.

Deleting the files, they reboot him.

They sigh.

"Hopefully this time we can last a little longer."

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Hello dear little friends Sukis-artchive made it her personal mission to ruin me about my own au

[ren-054]

@sukis-artchive why 😭😭 that was just a teaser for when I’d be finished akdnsk

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Sighing dreamily while I stare at the Immortal au writing @sukis-artchive did like