#EBFs

[clementime-artwork]

Y’all seem to like pixel art, so have some more! I made these as practice a while ago when I was starting to sprite for the mod. Recognize any of these fellas?

[phone4pills]

ALL  EARS gts!matt x stalker reader

𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐 — you love it when Matt talks to you. specifically like this, you’re in his bed, he’s laying on your stomach and you are getting to know everything about him.

specific type — fluff and Matt being cute and shy and wtv

side effects — stalker behaviour, not too creepy

“— the 70th issue has this beautiful marking on the first page. it was a mistake made by the artist but it’s so… perfect. plus the alternate timeline is so creative —”

Matt had been rambling on about his comic collection for a while. Pointing to his favourites on each shelf and mansplaining every detail he could remember. Nobody had really cared about his comics before, when you asked about them, Matt almost jumped up ima fit of excitement. He’d been going through them for a whole hour before he started to get tired. You suggested laying on his bed for a bit.

You played with his hair mindlessly, Matt barely noticed as his warm breaths fanned over your stomach. That was on the oddd occasion to paused to breathe. “The art in the mid-century reprints aren’t very appreciated but this one panel, oh man you’d love it. The fine details are honestly beyond me and…” Matt trailed off for a second, a nervous laugh rolling out of his throat. “I’m boring you aren’t I?” His eyes flitted up to your face, staring back down at him.

“Honestly? No. It’s interesting, Matt.” You shook your head, feeling pity for the boy. Insecurity hid behind his blue eyes like a dead bird in a beautiful rose bush. But you were not lying. Everything about him fascinated you. Everything. The way he’d draw o it the images in the air, the way he’d clarify your thigh whenever he remembered something else, the shy grin that adorned his face when he realised how long he’d been talking. And he had no idea, but you had formed a mental catalog of every single word in your head. Every gesture was stored in there. His favourite issue numbers, the comic shops he’d spoken about from the most mentioned to the least, the way he’d ordered the books on his shelves.

And Matt? He didn’t think anything of the intimacy of it all. He didn’t read into the steady rhythm of your fingers weaving through his hair. To him, you were just being friendly, like you’d always been to him since the two of you met at the neighbourhood barbecue. To you, it was something else entirely. It was an opportunity to dive into Matt as a person. Yes, you’d seen him around a lot, you knew his family and his friend circle, but you needed to know more about him.

Mental note: Matthew Sturniolo is a comic fiend.

“Y’know, I could lend you a few copies. I-if you want them. It’d be nice to talk to someone about them…. B-but you don’t have to take any! I don’t care. I mean, I care but — you get what m’sayin’ right?”

Your grin widened, stroking down his neck slowly. “Yeah. I’d like that, Matt.” He nodded quickly, blushing a little and sat up quickly, getting really anxious the second you touched him there. He didn’t know why but he had to calm down. “I’m gonna get a snack. Want somethin’?”

THERE YOU HAVE IT, goody two shoes!Matt and stalker!Reader hanging out together. This tells you a little about their dynamic. Hope you liked it. The green divider is by the lovely @bernardsbendystraws

- ©phone4pills

[pyromaniacblujay]

is she free on thursday at 8:30 PM

[operationbackintime]

The Forever Loyal, Jet Pack Guy - Brought in by false hopes and promises, one of the most loyal, dependable, and courageous penguins on the island, was ironically twisted into a brutal and heartless machine. Known now as "The Weapon of the Elite Bear Force", Jet Pack Guy eliminates any opposition by any means necessary. With a 98% success rate, it's no wonder that the island now lives in constant fear. After all, the faintest of whispers could be overheard by his sonar hearing, the slightest of violations caught by his telescopic heat vision, and the swiftest of ninjas can be apprehended by his enhanced reflexes. Truly, there is no escape. It is only a matter of who would be next, and whoever it is should hope they can outrun his unending pursuit.

How did Jet Pack Guy become this? What changed inside him? What did the EBF do?

[electricbluebutterflies]

kisses on the cheek + abbot/mohan

PG-ish and also on ao3.

Samira has never been a particularly talented liar.

In fairness, she’s never needed to be. She lives a quiet life, and she’s learned how to be tactful while still telling her patients what they need to know – a skill that’s gotten her a reputation, yes, but also the most consistently glowing patient feedback the ER has ever seen – and she doesn’t really…

Fine. So she’d never seen herself as a workplace-romance kind of person. Nobody ever does until it happens to them, right?

Point is, Samira is convinced that a casual entanglement with someone on a different shift who has no formal power over her is ethically fine, and Samira is also convinced that no one else she works with has any idea it’s happening. Samira is correct about one of those things, not both of them.

To her credit, she’s done alright keeping it hidden. She’s been seeing Jack for a few months now, and other than the fact that she stopped picking up random night shifts, she’s pretty sure nothing has changed at work. They’ve always had a comfortable dynamic, she’s convinced herself – she wouldn’t have gone for it and asked him out if she didn’t like the man, and-

Shift change, start of day. She needs to get through today and then she’s supposedly off three in a row – she knows better than to think that’ll actually happen, as far as everyone else here knows she has no personal life, so she’ll get two out of three scheduled days off and that’s still something – and so help her she is going to get through the next twelve hours without crying and-

“See you tonight?”

Correction – Samira is doing what she thinks is a great job keeping her relationship hidden. Her sorta-boyfriend – they have not had the define-the-relationship conversation yet – is barely even trying.

Samira is, and she has been told this by too many people so she knows it’s true, not naturally a confrontational person. Samira is not the kind of person to, say, pick a fight with her partner over something she knows was done with good intentions. This is a line for her, yes, but it’s not a line she’s bothered to bring up before, and-

“Careful. Someone might-“

“They know. They’ve all known for weeks.”

“I thought we were-“

“You really didn’t-“

“No?”

“I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. You’ve been here long enough, you know the vultures, and-“

“How badly is it going over?”

“Wait, no one’s said anything to you?”

Samira takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the lockers. “No. No one has said anything to me.”

“The vultures must like you. Last night alone I got three different threats of what exactly will happen to me if I even accidentally break your heart and I know for fact all three will follow through and-“

“You’re not planning to break my heart, are you?”

“Wouldn’t dare.”

“Good. I like you.”

If everyone knows, Samira decides – or if enough people know that everyone might as well, which is probably closer to accurate – then she has nothing worth hiding anymore. This is enough to justify her leaning in and kissing her partner’s cheek, nothing that counts as PDA but-

“Surprised how fast you changed your mind on that.”

“Did I mention how any times I’ve gone through the employee handbook to make sure-“

Jack returns the gesture, feathering a few kisses across her face, and there’s just something so playful about their dynamic sometimes and-

“I like you too. Whatever that’s worth.”

She’s pretty sure she’s going to melt into the floor, and this is not ideal timing, and-

“I think I’m okay with other people knowing abut us. I realize I don’t have a choice here, but… don’t tell anyone what I’m like in bed and I’ll get over anything else.”

“Understood. Any other…”

“No? I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t trust you.”

He takes a heartbeat of a mouth kiss, and when he pulls back he’s got that amused look in his eyes that first got her curious about him, and-

“Go get ‘em.”

“See you when I get off, then. I assume I’m coming over…”

“Yeah. If you still want to.”

“I may end up asleep on your couch, but-“

“Worse ways to spend an evening.”

Not many she can think of offhand – as far as she can tell, that couch was a curse of a wedding present, and Jack’s been widowed for a decade – but…

“See you then.”

[smokszyvverstar]

Hehehe crossover cosplay go brrrr

People always put Luigi in a dress but i think his majesty, prince Peasley should get a dress too

They both give Natalie vibes tbh and neither really give Matt, so I might get them to swap later

[vaninakan]

BRO AIN'T NO WAY IN HELL THEY PUT FUCKING LANCE EPIC BATTLE FANTASY INTO COOKIE RUN OVENSMASH-

[trishzerothree]

I've wanted to draw Anna for a long time, and I just liked her military uniform from the game :3

[vgbugs]

Thorny Creep and Icicle Creep - Epic Battle Fantasy 5

These guys are based on thorn bugs. Surprisingly, the thorny ones are actually electric monsters that can absorb and heal from lightning attacks and cast their own lightning and earth spells! The icicle ones are pretty straight-forward, and are noted to be threatened by global warming. You can capture (and even name!) both of them to unlock special "summon" attacks.

[clementime-artwork]

A breeze from home…

[universallydelegated]

ough 2 doodle dump I need to draw more EBF characters I unironically adore that series of games so much... aough...

[thestupidestgirlnarar]

okay idk but i drew this

[operationbackintime]

Part-Time Assistant, Dot - In 2006, Dot was recruited into the Elite Bear Force. She accepted the offer as she wanted to work towards the EBF's original goal, which was to improve the island with science and technology. While working for the EBF, Dot was commissioned to create uniforms and was taught how to fix the common machines so that Gary was never troubled. But as the island shifted attitude and the EBF's evil intentions started to become apparent, Dot became cautious and suspicious. With nowhere else she could turn, she contacted "The Resistance" and started sneaking around the EBF headquarters, gathering any information that they could use to take down the bear. Once the Resistance caught wind of a time machine, they knew it was their best chance of preventing this awful future. As Dot was the only one who could easily infiltrate the headquarters deep enough to reach the Time Machine she was tasked to travel back and prevent this future any way she could. Dot agreed and after a few close calls she managed to sneak back to 2005 we're she remains, helping Gary as a part-time assistant, prepared for when Herbert shows his face.

[electricbluebutterflies]

If you’re taking prompts for Kastle, what about a marriage of covienience? They have to get married so she can’t testify against him!

PG-ish and also on ao3.

Karen never did think of herself as the marrying type. Just as well, she thinks on the steps outside a courthouse where she’s about to do something incredibly stupid. No heart left to break when this goes sideways.

On some level she supposes she’s surprised it took so long for this to happen. How tangled she’s been in Frank’s war, the things she knows that she is absolutely not supposed to know… the idea of using marriage to keep her safe was inevitable, maybe, and-

“We still doin’ this?”

Nearly late, but he did bring flowers for her. She’ll forgive him.

“Do you have rings?”

He taps a jacket pocket. “You did say nothing fancy, right?”

“I said nothing expensive,” Karen replies, almost a laugh. “But… yes.”

This is one of her more questionable ideas, fine. The kind of thing one suggests at around one in the morning, kneeling on the bathroom rug, assessing another round of DIY stitches and she’s gotten just a little too good at those lately. The fear that someday something might go very wrong, and it would be in both of their best interests if she had a certain immunity.

She hadn’t actually expected Frank to say yes, but even she can only predict his behavior so far.

Now here they are, three days later, a courthouse he does not have history at. With any luck, it’ll be in and out, and then…

Karen hasn’t really thought abut what happens next. Karen hasn’t thought about a lot of things she probably should.

“You… white roses. Again.”

“You did seem to like them-“

She is not a romantic, she thinks as she clears the distance between them, but she can appreciate being seen. She takes a heartbeat of a kiss, and for that heartbeat she can convince herself that all of this is normal, that she is minutes away from doing something legally binding because she wants to and not because…

Fine. She does want to. She’ll keep that quiet, but-

The flowers end up in one of her hands and the other entwines with one of his, and for the first time she feels the butterflies she’s pretty sure most women feel on their wedding day. Most women do not marry the vigilante who ended up with a key to their apartment after he broke the window lock, but…

She knows Frank, to the extent anyone ever will. He’s a decent man, in his way. Respectful of her. Loves her, maybe, if he’s still wired for that somewhere deep in what remains of his heart. Was a good husband, once, for another woman. Might be, again, for her.

Once they’re inside, Karen unzips her jacket, and this may not be a wedding but she still took the time to get a vintage dress for the occasion, and-

“You look…”

He’s speechless. She wants to kiss that away. She’ll ruin her lipstick if she does that.

Instead, a blush she can’t control. Instead, something soft and warm curled up in her heart, like this might mean something.

“You like the dress?”

“If we were different people…”

So, yes.

So, thoughts they won’t speak.

It’s enough to get her through the motions, what feels like an endless line and the creeping feeling that at some point other people in her life are going to find out about this and she cannot wait to see how bad certain people take it and-

Their turn. His hands around her hands around the flowers that are becoming very convenient for steadying her panic. This is real. This is either the biggest mistake she’s ever made or a better decision than she’s anywhere near realizing. Too early to call.

Karen doesn’t pay attention to most of her wedding. The tired judge doesn’t appear to realize she’s binding a notorious public figure in holy matrimony, so there’s that, and-

“I do.” Karen’s voice almost breaks. This part, she’ll remember all too well, her hands shaking again and-

“You wanna get the rings out of my jacket pocket?”

She does. She’s pretty sure this isn’t how it normally goes, but it gives her the chance to look at the plain gold band she’s going to wear for the rest of her days and-

“It’s perfect.”

“Figured if you’d wanted something sparkly you would’ve-“

“Can we not talk about my exes right now?”

Frank laughs, and his fingers are steady as he slips the ring onto her finger, and this is real now, this is so real and-

She’s not sure who kisses who first. She’s not sure she cares. It’s not the most romantic kiss this space has ever seen, but it’s real, and that’s enough.

“What now?”

“Don’t know what you’re supposed to do after this.”

Past experience doesn’t mean anything, she reminds herself. Neither of them have done this before, and-

“We should go out. Should. But I’d rather… apartment?”

Karen ends up spending the rest of her wedding day curled up on her couch. They have not discussed anything that happens next. They do not need to. This may have happened for legal-immunity reasons, but-

“When does this get weird?” she asks after a few hours – not all of which she remembers being awake for – and most of a bottle of wine split between them.

“What if it doesn’t?”

“It isn’t…”

“Wouldn’t have said yes to your proposal if I didn’t like you, ‘Ren.”

“We’re never that simple.”

She leans back against him anyways, lets his arms envelope her again, and this is hers now in more ways than it was this morning. She doesn’t know what she’s supposed to be feeling, but her fingers play with her ring and-

“You get to tell Red. I feel like he might rethink his no-kill rule over this.”

“Maybe I don’t tell him. Maybe I wait and see.”

Frank kisses the top of her head, and… maybe, she thinks, maybe they’ll be okay.

[kupogames]

Hey guys, I haven't logged in here in a whole year! I'm much more active on Twitter, BlueSky, and Discord. If ya haven't heard, I'm currently working on a hidden object game, that's related to the EBF universe. Wishlist it on Steam: https://store.steampowered.com/app/2624670/Matts_Hidden_Cats/ I'll try to post about it occasionally!

[listochik9]

epic doodles