Wretched Sun 

Even though I am 90% focused on lore-related work and not fetish or Patreon commissions - I still take said commissions.
ToS and changes:
🔸I work mostly on one-two commissions per week now, not 5-6. So it will be much slower.
🔸I don't offer 50-70% discounts for Patreon support as before.
Do refer to new Patreon for info: https://www.patreon.com/wretchedsun
🔸SFW, as always. But "menu" it big and flexible, just as before)
🔸I am not taking everything, thus be ready to discuss, please.
Rest can be negotiated)


For commissions, contact me VIA DMs or Discord, not comments!

Hazim lady with a common smoking pipe - Yaraga use what's called "smoking wines". Specific brews that are used as inhalations - pretty much a pocked hookah.

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Yrr, vidax of Seven Families, forged by Salatharash under watchful eye of their matriarch, acts as sort of messenger of independence between Families.
No word speaks of who's bones are hidden within his frame, and he himself always whispers, that he is merely a vessel of matriarch's voice, only thing he ever listens.
Of course, Yrr speaks words of mirrors and mists.
For why one being might have many heads? And one is always perched high, as if listening so murmurs somewhere in the clouds.

He rarely leaves his chambers within Silent Dhaim, a wall and a city in far North, and serves as a keeper of words and secrets meant to be kept safe and passed to those who will arrive in their time. He hears everything, he remembers all, he knows each step and voice within Dhaim as living ones pass it's twisted halls. And should Yrr, on his wings that fear no storm or wind, arrive somewhere in person - a matter must be of utmost importance.

(so far - my most complex and rendered artwork...)


There are no gods out there.
But there are things to think of. Most common sacred symbols among the living.

A crooked tree with no leaves. It's branches - are arms that act. It's roots - are legs, that take from soil. And leaves - are things one can do with their hands, fruits of labour, sprouts of actions.

It is a symbol of living ones.

It had a different meaning once, a story no one remembers now. And nowadays Grim Mother is a symbol of self-discarding determination to achieve what one desires. And with all the remorse and regrets that may burn along the road of given oath - one shall not stop.

A bird with no wings. A feather that knows no wind. A being of heavens, denied flight.

There is no reason for aching about what one shall never get. Dreams of unreachable, prays for what shall never come. But there is ground beneath one's steps. A road to be walked, a horizon to be reached.

- I am ALWAYS willing to hear ideas and suggestions for Tiers. Thus - do give me ideas, I'll consider!

- Freebies - are most preferred to be overall lore-related and are sfw. But I am always willing to discuss, thus - do approach for discussions!

- Commissions - are lore-related.

- If something is unclear or you are unsure of something - do approach! Discord, DMs, website e-mail - I monitor those all the time.

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And be sure I appreciate this support, most likely, more, than you think...