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People be asking Yuikami for new comics.

You can't rush art, you know. Stuff like that takes time.


Especially this is just something she does to relax and isn't something she's dedicated to. If anything people poking her for more work just turns her off to it - likely why we got the ESO and Fallout comics for a while.

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Ooooh. Yuikami graced us with some new strips. Nice. Totaly missed that one.

Especially this is just something she does to relax and isn't something she's dedicated to. If anything people poking her for more work just turns her off to it - likely why we got the ESO and Fallout comics for a while.

They are usualy worth the wait and if they come from fun rather than feeling like having to do them, it's always better.

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I'm really sorry, so much work right now, deadline is tightening up ;_____;

Need to save load of money to go to Canada,

just take the time you need, and do what you need to do. I can wait and im sure others can too (hopefully :3). May you have good luck with your future journey and many thanks for your efforts and comics.
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Need to save load of money to go to Canada,

Prime Time with yui? That would be grand. :)


Take your time, we'll be waiting here. Also, if you can hint at where to find the stuff that earns you money, maybe we can speed things up a bit. :D

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Prime Time with yui? That would be grand. :)


Take your time, we'll be waiting here. Also, if you can hint at where to find the stuff that earns you money, maybe we can speed things up a bit. :D

Thank you ; 3 ;/


If you can tell Paizo to put me in their art roster list, that would speed things up a hella faster XDDDD!!

there's also patreon, but I hadn't really done anything that's worth donating to :\ so I kinda left it dead...

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OMFG This is the second time I post this cause my firefox crashed akdhkajshflk D8<

Ok lets do this again,

Thank you everyone for understanding! ; w ;


TBH, my brain was completely fried after I finished it. that whole kid thing really caught me off guard.
Over all missions were really fun, I didn't have the time to explore around much cause I had to rush through it by myself and really limited time to play, but I gotta say I really enjoyed it.
Also I wanna ***** slap stalker for being an indecisive little prick. I guess I probably felt the same way Hunhow did.
So yeah, great experience, Lotus got big booty, Love the cut scenes, need more quest like this, FRICKEN HATE THE VOICE OVER FOR TENNO, still love it.

Anyway, these are some of the sketch arts I realized I've never posted them here. I did this back when I was running an RP blog for my Nyx and Loki.
They are really silly but I hope you enjoy them, too. (I also forgot most of the reasons why I drew them, brows at your own risk, you've been warned!)










































HUMY Series:










EDIT: I just realized I've already uploaded some of them before, oh well Sorreh :'(
EDIT2: Ok I took the ones I've already uploaded out and replace it with some other ones I didn't upload. :x

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Aaand saved. :D

Stalker-GriNyx is the best.


She is Yuik'ami, Grineer Captain serving under Admiral Vor. When Vor was demoted and later vanished after awakening a Tenno on Earth, Yuik'ami dedicated the soldiers under her command to tracking his last movements and finding what happened to him. They encountered threats along the way from Infested beasts to Tenno agents - the latter they either barely survived, escaped, or managed to drive off - as they moved from planet to planet, attempting to track down the once-Admiral and idol of their Captain.


But little did they know where their path would eventually lead them...

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*gets hot cocoa and cookies*

Story time? :)


The Grineer entered into the Gate and passed through it into the Tower in time so short as to be immeasurable.  Yuik'ami stood at their lead, taking further steps into the golden and ivory hall of the Orokin Tower. Every trace she could find, every path of clues she had followed, had led her here. For so long she had traveled with her entire battalion, but now she only had with her the three she trusted the most: Rooooooooom, Vralak'ara, and Verral. Each of them, herself included, were armed to the teeth; each of them, herself included, were ready for whatever this tower might throw at them.
But there was just silence. Just the kind of uneasy stillness that one experiences only when a battle has just concluded or one should be taking place. Yuik'ami felt it in every pore of her ruined flesh and every bolt of her alloy prosthesis.  She was a Captain of the Grineer, but she still felt the nagging, creeping sense of dread that the Grineer were raised and trained to be above. Her comrades felt it too, but none of them said a word. They all knew - their Captain especially - that there was no turning back now. Not after all they'd been through, after all the sacrifices they made.
"Straay klos," Yuik'ami ordered her forces in the language of her people - stay close. She began forward with careful steps, light and mindful of where each foot fell.  These towers were rigged from stem to stern with traps of all kinds, ones too many loyal soldiers of the Queens had fallen to.  But with each step she made nothing happened.  Her soldiers, following behind in suit, had their movements met with similar lack of response.  But not for an instant did any of them pause of consider that they might be able to drop their guard, and so they continued on in this slow, methodical fashion from one room to the next.
They passed through a room of hallways with ceilings so high that one might have thought it was the sky, lights and energies unseen anywhere else by any of them dancing along its roof in intricate fashions and styles.
They passed through a room of waterfalls, the cooling mist causing the skin to prickle as it swum in the air around them – had they taken the time to they might have marveled that these waterfalls fell up rather than down, but they held true to their mission.
Through doors and rooms of all kinds they passed, and marvels of beauty and craftsmanship seen only rarely in the reality they had come from they ignored.  They were soldiers of the Grineer, all this glint and glamor was nothing to them.  Duty.  Glory.  Their mission.  These were the things they cared about, these were the things that drew and held their attention – the work of the Orokin, held none of these.
After what might have been hours of travel – or merely minutes – the squad entered into some sort of amphitheater.  A familiar silhouette sat in the middle of it, and as they approached it and saw it for what it was Verral grunted.
“Hrm, Tenno skoom.”  He continued to speak in the language of his people, addressing his commanding officer: “Captain, we should eliminate these Tenno while we have the chance.”
Yuik’ami, still speaking Grineese, answered him: “negative.  It would draw too much attention.  We’re here to follow Admiral Vor’s trail, nothing more.”
Verral grunted in distaste but gave no rebuke, next to him it was obvious Vralak’ara was of similar mindset on the matter but she, as well, chose not to disagree with their commander.
“Where go now?”  Rooooooooom asked.
Yuik’ami looked the room over, debating their path.  This was clearly some sort of center point for the tower.  There were many stairs, many doors, leading to and from here.  It might take them hours, maybe even days, to search them all.  Perhaps they could manage it on their own, perhaps they could 
Much too soon was her choice made for her.
Look at them, they come to this place when they know they are not pure.”
Yuik’ami froze.  They all did.  That voice, it was changed, altered, echoing with a power that none of them were familiar with, but it was still unmistakable.  It was still his.
"My brothers, did I not tell of this day? Did I not prophesize this moment?"
The squad looked around at themselves in confusion.  To whom was he speaking?  Them?
No.  Not them.  Corrupted, numbering in thousands rushed from every corner, every door and pathway that led into the great hall.  Grineer, Corpus, Infested, all with the hideous gold-plate mask gouged into their faces, their skulls.  They stood armed with weapons none of them had seen before.  Golden, glowing with energy, energies that they had only seen coming from the keys used to open the Gates and the portals themselves.  They surrounded the Grineer squad in no time at all, before any of them had a chance to react, but react they did all the same.
Rooooooooom roared his name in fury and pulled the trigger of his Hind, the weapon firing shot after shot into the never-thinning mass of lost souls.  Verral and Vralak’ara raised their Grakatas and joined their brother in the fight.  Yuik’ami hefted her Gorgon and joined her soldiers, firing into the crowd with increasing pace.
But it was too late.
Far too late.
The moment they had stepped foot into this room it had been too late.
Where the Corrupted’s numbers fell in pitiful miniscule the remaining army raised their weapons and opened fire upon the quartet of soldiers.  The energy bolts that flew from the weapons tore into them with a kind of pain that Yuik’ami had never thought possible, the hailstorm of it tearing through her body in gaping wounds and ripping her left arm from it shoulder.  Her soldiers, her comrades, her kin, the ones she had led to this fate, suffered the same.
They all fell to the ground, broken, bleeding, dying… But it was as she lay there, eyes shut tight from the pain, waiting for the death she had just narrowly avoided to come for her, that she heard the dying breaths of the other three.  They had survived too?  All of them had managed to so narrowly survive the onslaught?  How was that possible?
And then she knew how.  She knew why.
A great glow fell over her, a warmth-yet-chill of energy she had only felt in the presence of… and she opened her eyes, looking up at the towering figure before her.
He stood before her.
Her Admiral.  Her idol.  Her love.
Split in half yet whole, a great energy keeping him held together at the seams.  He looked down at her with an expression her faded vision could not read.  As he knelt down over her she could see his Janus key held aloft in his mechanical hand right hand, and in his armored left… Oh, great Queens, no…
The horrific golden-plate mask of the Corrupted.
And he moved it over her face.
And he set it down with the tender care of a father.
And she knew only blinding light and maddening whispers.
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