OCs as Katamari cousins. From left to right: Chuck as a blue Katamari cousin stands off to the side. He looks down as he spots a quarter on the floor. Rube, the tallest, stands confidently. He is a pink cousin with an Aloha shirt hibiscus pattern. Luce, the smallest, stands with a smile. His pattern is taupe and rusty orange. Michael stands at the end, hands on his hips, disgruntled. He is a rusty red colour, similar in pattern to Chuck's.

also here's mine and @saintcircus.bsky.social's ocs as katamari cousins
#art|#jamjar

There are SO MANY cool projects at #RMRRF25! Today, Voron gives us a look at their upcoming desktop CNC mill. We take a look at a high-temp printer designed with rep rap in mind. Plus, we FIGHT A GIANT ROBOT! Check it out!

Link here: youtu.be/P0jzn0Lxekg

#RMRRF25 #Chube #Pika #LukesLab

A hotend with a MASSIVE melt zone. A GOOD Kickstarter project. And a small business that wants to help YOU print better! 🤯 In today’s interview with Luke's Lab we’re talking the Chube and Pika hotends, and you won’t want to miss it!

Link here: youtu.be/eTsBrI8TTMw

#RMRRF25 #Chube #Pika #LukesLab

Rube, off-screen, holds his hand out in a finger gun position. Chuck walks by and stops, Sasquatch-like. He walks closer and rests his head on the outstretched hand like a dog.

Panel 1: Off-screen, Rube asks "Babe, can I put a dog tag on you?" Chuck nods. "Oh, yeah sure. That seems practical in our line of work." Panel 2: Chuck looks down, disgruntled. He's wearing a dog collar with a bone-shaped tag. The tag reads: "CHUCK ♥ If lost, call XX-OOO-XX"

Doggy Chuck sleeps on his crossed arms. Rube calls for him, and as Chuck raises his head, ears perking up and tail wagging, a single slice of Kraft American Cheese is hurled towards him at maximum velocity. It lands with a slap on his shocked face.

Chuck if he got that dog in him

screenshot of text (NSFW): “You’re so warm inside, Chuck. And so tight, just for me.” Rube leans in once more, shoving his cock in even deeper, eliciting a deep shuddering moan from the man underneath him. “We’re a perfect fit.” He pulls out, the evaporative coolness tickling his girth before he slams back in with practiced precision. Chuck chokes on his saliva, back arching as he cries out in pleasure, hands reaching out for stability in Rube as the older man thrusts hard, burying his cock into him over and over like a knife in a wound. Chuck’s hands find purchase on Rube’s shirt and he claws at the man’s back, lurid panting and vocalisations drowned out by the loud wet slaps of flesh on flesh. Old scratches on Rube’s back open back up with his grasp and blossoms of red stain his newly-washed shirt. Rube clicks his tongue. “Tsk, tsk. I’ll have to punish you for that.” Rube grabs Chuck’s throat, his grip nearly closing around the half of his thick neck, and he presses down. Chuck gasps in return, eyes unfocusing with delirium; a grin twitches across his face as he half-laughs, half-groans into Rube’s touch, thrusting himself onto his length and writhing like a bug pinned to the wall, struggling to breathe. Rube dips his head down and bites onto Chuck’s nipple, tongue lapping at the erect nub, dragging sharp teeth across soft skin.

[chube]
Another lil NSFW fic snippet for the three chube fans out there

Chuck plays Ring Fit for a video game stream while his chat excitedly hopes he breaks his ring (again). He begins a monologue about video games while performing a thigh press. "...to cirlce back on what I said, games are as legit an art form as any other medium. Movies and comics should be held to the same level of scrutiny when they are created for the sake of corporate interest, rather than social commentary or self-expression. But games are inheren-"

Chuck looks down in surprise as the ring accessory snaps from his thighs. The chat erupts in "POG"s as the broken ring count is updated to 38.

[chube]
AU where Chuck and Rube are streamers and SOMEBODY keeps donating to request that Chuck play Ring Fit

Chuck kneels, wrapped in ribbons. He looks disgruntled.

Rube kneeling, wrapped in ribbons. He looks pleased.

[chube]
dick wrapped- i mean dick wra- i mean gift wrapped for christmas

Text: “Man of few words. I like it.” A left hook flies up to connect with Chuck’s jaw and he sees stars as his upper body reels back, arms flailing before reaching back down to grab at the other man. Rube barks out a laugh before something else connects. Searing burning pain bleeds into Chuck’s thigh as metal sinks into flesh. A hiss escapes his mouth before it transitions into a low manic giggle, grimace turning to grin as pained laughter pants through clenched teeth, the handle of Rube’s knife bobbing in his leg with each breath. The two begin to laugh as the sound of distant yelling and gunshots ring through the dusk, pounding heartbeats synchronising as they stare into each other's dark eyes, pupils dilated in the darkness, chests rising and falling in tandem, drunk with bloodlust and adrenaline.

[chube]
just a couple of boys gettin real sillay

Chuck stands at the kitchen range frying an egg wearing nothing but shorts and a frilly apron (courtesy of Rube). Rube walks in and begins kissing and groping him. The two stumble out of frame as the pan begins smoking, then bursts into flames as the two men get absolutely sloppy (we would assume). Chuck makes his way back to the stovetop, shorts gone, hair ruffled, and covered all over in bodily fluids and bite marks. He stands once more at the kitchen range and looks forlornly down at the now blackened egg. His fist clenches.

Chuck makes eggs

Chuck sits on the bed reading a book. Rube walks into the room completely naked, toweling his hair off with one hand and holding a glass in the other. He snatches Chuck's book out of his hand as he climbs onto bed to straddle him.

Rube holds Chuck's face in his hands as he kisses him. A mountain of scattered books lies in the corner.

Chuck and Rube's bedtime routine

Chuck sits on the bed reading a book. Rube walks into the room, one hand toweling his hair off, the other holding a glass. Rube snatches Chuck's book out of his hands and clambers onto the bed.

Rube holds Chuck's face in his hands as they kiss, wet hair obsuring both their faces. A mountain of scattered books lies in the corner of the room.

Chuck and Rube's bedtime routine

Chuck cracks his knuckles with a look of determination. His speech bubble is a Twitter/X screenshot from @cowboycrimez that reads: "guy who temporarily forgets the words for "locked in": I'm knocked up" In the background, Rube beats a man to a pulp and turns his head to Chuck with a gleeful expression and tears of laughter in his eyes.

Chuck is knocked tf up

A voice pierces through his brain like a slug of lead. "Moan for me, babe." Chuck feels his body give way to blinding pleasure as the plug buried in his hole begins hammering against his prostate with a newly engaged mode of vibrations. His voice lets out a deep ragged cry as he tightens and convulses, shifting the silicon toy deeper, drilling into him. At the same time, a shot rings out with the speed and ferocity of divine retribution as a 7.62mm calibre round streaks through the night sky and makes impact with the informant's head. The spray of blood and viscera mists the air as droplets whip across Chuck's glassy-eyed and panting face. A second shot shoots from the dead man's own handgun, screaming past his good ear like a bolt of lightning. It hits the concrete behind him with a pft! and bursts into a cloud of rubble and dust as the body crumples to the floor.

Knees give way, and he collapses to the blood-spattered ground. Gravel embeds into his palms and knuckles as he desperately grabs at the dirt and gasps for air, hips rutting from reflex as starbursts of pleasure ping pong through his head, bouncing and crashing against one another in a ripple effect. With each thrust, the cage jostles and the sounding rod with its tight purchase glides in and out by mere millimeters. His cock now fully hard and throbbing against its prison, his balls hot and aching, he lets out a keening moan as he arches his back and writhes on the ground, saliva dripping out of his gaping mouth with each jittery breath. He doesn't hear the crunching of gravel grow closer as he reaches for his crotch, causing him to lose balance and topple onto the corpse. He doesn't notice the heavy thud of a scoped rifle being cast aside as Rube towers over him. Though he can barely form a coherent thought, Chuck's body instinctively reaches up with bloody, shaking, wanting hands. Rube takes them in his and kneels down next to Chuck's shivering form. "Just breathe, you're gonna be alright." Rube breathlessly whispers into his matted hair, smearing blood across Chuck's damp forehead as he kisses it fervently. He unbuttons Chuck's pants, all the while whispering to him and resting him in his lap. "You did such a good job, babe. Let me take care of you."

anyway here is a snippet of VERY NSFW chube pornfic for all five fans to enjoy (split in two parts for alt text) 🤗

Attached is a screenshot of a Reddit post in r/PointlessStories by u/herald_of_woe, titled "I just watched my boyfriend hunt down a single ant by smell." Post: Apparently he has a genetic quirk that makes him extra sensitive to the smell of formic (or possibly oleic) acid, which is a chemical messenger for ants. He just caught a whiff and proceeded to locate one (1) ant in our bathroom. He says they smell like a mixture of bleu cheese and gasoline. I guess I’m dating a human anteater?"

In the middle of the night, Chuck sits upright in bed and sniffs the air like a dog. He opens his mouth slightly in a Flehmen response and thinks to himself, "ants..." Rube groggily turns to him and says "what the hell are you doing babe." Attached is a screenshot of a Discord message that says "flehmen response chuck..."

Chuck's got a nose like a bloodhound

Chuck lies on the bed, legs spread wide; one arm reaches forward as the other rests behind his head. His mouth is slightly open, panting heavily. His black tank top is bunched together revealing his heaving chest and pink nipples, bitten and bruised from a firm grip. All along his body are bite marks and red chafe marks, and flecks of cum. His penis bobs softly in the morning light, leaking a string of fluid. Cum oozes out of his asshole, smeared every which way.

[chube]
aftermath

Chuck settles on a hotel bed after a shower, hair still wet. He notices his burner phone buzz with notifications. The first text is a drooling face and an eggplant. The second is a selfie of Rube, whose face is cut off. He is fully nude and holds his fuly erect dick in one hand. The third text is a bedazzled gif of a cartoon cherub and a heart, with the text "Thinking of You."

Chuck texts back, slightly exasperated. He is leaning back, a noticeable tent developing under his towel. Chuck: I just got this burner yesterday how did yuo even find this number Rube: 🍆💦👀📷❓ Chuck: *You Chuck: No Rube: [two full text messages full of the same pleading emoji] Chuck: Stop sending that

The two continue to text as Chuck grows hornier (and harder). Rube: 😥 Rube: 😥 Rube: 😥 Chuck: Okay hold on Rube: 😻 Chuck looks on in disbelief as he removes his towel, revealing his erect penis, ready for a dick pic.

[chube]
sexting after work

Chuck walks on the left, double-fisting two soft-serve ice cream cones. He is wearing a simple black T-shirt and jacket. He thinks to himself, "Yeah, I could eat five more of these bad boys." A bit of cream spills onto his shirt and face. Rube walks alongside him on the right, arms raised behind his head in a leisurely manner. He is wearing a tropical button-up shirt, buttons undone to expose a bit of his chest. He smiles serenely as he visualises Chuck giving him a blowjob as he grasps his hair, with a cream-like fluid spattered on his face.

chube (chuck and rube) on a date 🍦💦

chuck belongs to me
rube (left) belongs to @myceliumcircus.bsky.social