TitaniumChelle

@titaniumchelle.bsky.social

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Designer, Kinkster, Writer, GPoser, Artist, and general nerd. Lots of gaming, smut, indecisive switchy disaster queer behavior ahead. 43 transfemme They/them. NSFW After Dark artwork of OCs, fanart, and TTRPG fixations.

Standing in the light of the stage, Nellrine, a half elven woman with blonde hair proudly moves with grace as she holds aside a spare chord of rope that wraps around herself over her shoulder. Her dress made of a gossamer powder blue fabric, revealing her bare form beneath. She smirks as she reaches out to test the tension of the ropes arrayed before her in an intricate shibari double-suspension. Two nephelim hang bound within the ropes. Above is a petite, pale woman with raven hair and small bird wings extending behind her ears, denoting the touch of the abyss on her blood. Her arms cross behind her, legs bound to keep them wide and exposed. Below her is a young man with bronze skin and rust colored hair, his skin marked with celestial patterns. His legs and arms are bound to cross, making him closed off and covered. Each of them look clearly affected by their bound, naked, and exposed status, their eyes meeting across the gap the are so restrained, unable to cross. Featuring @Rebelletether's Finch (she/her) @titaniumchelle's Rory (He/they) and @Monumental's Nellrine (She/her)
If this were a visual novel, who would you try to romance first?
Rory standing with his wrist crossbow deployed and fully armored, including his raptor-themed plague mask.
Rory wheels between three opponents with a wrist mounted chain whip crackling with electricity.
A man with celestial tattoos and frontier armor stands at rest with an ornate arcane rifle in hand.
Rank and Names of Tropes: Tied for 1st: Dub-Con, Monsterfucking, Accidental Voyeurism, Non-con, Abuse of Power Tied for 6th (2nd): Corruption Arc, Transactional Sex, Evil Scientists Tied for 9th (3rd): Awkward Sexual Situations, Incest, Divorces but still Fucking, Sex Pollen 13th: Homoerotic Cannibalism 14th: Seducing an Authority Figure Tied for 15th: Lord/Vassal Dynamics, Doomed Relationships 17th: Stop Making Love to Me While I'm Trying to Fuck You Tied for 18th: Sexual Repression, Soulbonding but it's a Horror Concept.
A rough sketch page with reference/inspo materials of a Pokemon handler and their grumpig
A curse-bound woman, an oath-sworn fey knight, and an time-displaced enchantress hold a meeting through a mirror.
Rory done up in fine white silks and gold embroidery for the Reclamation Ball in Nerosyan representing the new city-state of Storasta in Sarkoris.
Rory looks rather concerned about something off frame, held aloft by his wrists by the very large salamander behind him.
A dwarven forgemaster walks beside Rory, "A'ight lad, if you've got the time, there's a tainted blade for you to prove yourself." Rory, his jacket slung over his shoulder confidently, "well I've got time 'fore we set sail. 'Till then, I'm all yours." His confidence is interrupted by a fiery declaration of "NO!"
A stern looking elf, eyes half lidded in veiled frustration at the world, his hair a messy mop pulled back behind his ears. He wears a mid length overcoat on top of crisp city slacks and a vest. He holds a smouldering cigarette in one hand as he stares into the distance, the subtle signs of scales on his neck hinting at his true nature as a Dragonblooded Sorcerer.
Sketchup drawings of Glynn Verus-Dunstan, Retired Pathfinder Agent, Bard, and founder of the Harmonious Hearts, and Marianus Dunstan, Retired Pathfinder Agent, Magus, and Diplomatic Liason to the Magaambya magical academy for the Mendevan council.
A smug aphorite man stands on the deck of a ship with a rifle slung over his shoulder.
A charming woman with blue-violet eyes and her blond hair in a neat bun relaxes in a plush green chair. She casually holds her glasses by one arm between her fingers. Her khaki explorer's attire gives away her adventurous, scholarly nature.
A near-feral felinid brandishes a rapier, crouched and ready to fight, her lead hand displaying claws ready to catch the unwary off guard.
Rory, a trans-masc aphorite stands with his arms on his hips, looking cross, but blushing while he wears a classic playboy bunny suit that shows off his metallic skin, celestial markings, and scars. He mutters "I am never hearing the end of this..." to no one in particular
Draw your mutuals ox’s in your style!
A confident trans-masc aphorite stands on the deck of a ship with a rifle over his shoulder. Bronze skin decorated with brass celestial markings
A young man full of swagger stands with a rifle over his shoulder on the deck of a ship, his metallic bronze skin glinting with brass celestial markings.
A desert city knight-captain dressed and ready for gladiatorial show combat.
Rory in fine white and gold for a Nerosyan Gala, with details in peach, royal blue, and ruby red.
An adventurer defends himself against sticky strands of slime from an aggressive ooze in a catacombs
A slime covered gum, hand and leg of an adventurer in a sticky situation
A series of facial expression tests for Rory Dunstan
A hazel eyed woman with a short bobbed red ponytail stands with a sword resting casually on her shoulder. She's dressed in light, middle eastern inspired armor, a solid buckler in her hand and heavy greaves protecting her legs, looking ready for battle.
Sketch of a young man pinned under a large demon who is gagging him with on finger as his large hand cradles his head.
A metal-skinned celestial stands in front of an armor stand addressing the audience. Rory Dunstan, Nocticulan Archeologist, speaks "While I have identified this relic's function and purpose, I caution that we can't really predict its reaction to a modern Nocticulan devotee." On the armor rack is a tangle of limbs and hands attached to the vestiges of a pair of armored boots and gauntlets. The hands cling to the armor stand and reach out to caress Rory's arm and ass, explaining his somewhat nervous and ambarrassed expression. Item Details: Queen's Caress Rare - Intelligent - Divine - Invested [erased out: Cursed] A 'Suit' of armor crafted for the use of Nocticulan vanguards during the Mendevan Crusades. It is shaped in the image of a thousand hands, each lovingly caressing the wearer. The armor suppresses all property and fundamental runes when donned by any Non-Nocticulan. When worn by a Nocticulan- [Text Undecipherable] [Erased] - Many cursed items cannot be discarded, fusing with the user and revealing its true nature, allowing the user to develop a false sense of security.