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THEMMM!!!

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Nothing Ever Lasts Forever

wooo, young Bruno and Harley, YGP, yesss

White is such a socially awkward extravert. I think he liked Harley from day one of YGP because of the *mysterious* vibe, and then kinda just observed him for couple of days before doing anything.

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🩵WIP - Eddie M.N. Ritterman🩵

Playing around with thw coloring, he seems like a magenta type of guy.

Thoughts?

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🩷WIP - Eddie M.N. Ritterman🩵

made some small adjustments to his design

Redid his facial structure because i didnt like the way it looked. Didnt look how i imagined. I also gave him old timey boots as opposed to the wing tipped shoes from before.

The previous concept for reference:

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Who tryna ship their PPT oc with my PPT Oc?-

IM BEING SO SERIOUS 😭😭

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Oh? Is she finally making designs for the other two Higher Ups?

YES SHE IS!!

sneak peek at Eddie M.N Ritterman's design

he gives me the vibes of someone who wears extravagant, expensive clothing to make himself look much more esteemed and important. I also gave him a cane and a monocle to further add to it

The monocle and cane has another uses other than to complete the look. As you can see, the eye he wears the monocle on is badly scarred and so he is partially blind in that eye.

As for the cane, i imagine he has a small limp due to a seperate injury he never fully recovered from.

Thats all for now! Ill try to post more updates on the design's progress!

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Ohhh whats Aster cookin up ?

Some OC x Harleith?

perhaps... 👀

Harley Sawyer and the Bisexual Panic

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Draw Your Color This was one of my most favorite illustrations I've done for the team. Don't be afraid to show the colors that represent who you are, happy pride month ❤️

Speedpaint

Process is down below

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ANOTHER FANTASTIC PPT OC

he and Iris would get along i think. Both professional yappers 🕺🕺

dresscode violation if it was a person:

(this guy has no purpose I created him because I was bored, also everyone's making PPT ocs now, why can't I. He's also working on toy designs occasionally. He's a yapper and constantly meddles in other people's business)

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Simply loving sleep paralysis White tormenting Harley >:) **rubs hands together like a fly**

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Parasomnia

Sawyer really has terrible relationships with sleep, huh.

You can't imagine how hard it was not to show you any WIPs from this comic. I wanted it to be a surprise

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Iris Everhart

A bright and brilliant mind who loves to create and innovate. Its one of the many reasons she was hired at Playtime Co. in the first place! Her real stroke of genius was the idea of a ball-jointed circus themed doll. It was her pride and joy, and certainly an idea that stoked her subtle ego.

Unfortunately, she wasn't well regarded by her peers, many of whom thought her strange and odd, but she didnt care. She had a knack of making friends with stranger people.

She's observant and often reads people's behavior, which is why she expresses clear distain for Leith Pierre. His entire demeanor is centered around lies and his too fake smile. And yet- at the same time he intrigues her.

Perhaps he views her a similar way

Iris also has a knack for attracting trouble, be it due to her own impulsions, or her far too curious personality, it always finds her.

One way or another...

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IRIS CAMEO IN AJ'S AU COMIC!! EEEEE !!!

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Und ich werde dich lieben

Watch and learn boys, that's how you flirt with women-

To all of you, who asked for more Stella and Eddie <3

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"You infuriate me."

"And yet, you're holding me in your arms~"

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Baldwin fears them-

[Harley-verse... and Baldwin]

Oh

Oh dear

Don't blink...

Ref photo:

really hope no one has done this before cuz would be awkward

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"Good evening, Iris."

*The Doll jumps, startled. Her eyes widen as a sharp gasp escapes her. That voice... she knew that voice. The voice of the man who had done this to her.*

"I trust you are adjusting well to your new body?"

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"Any news on 1316?"

"No, she hasn't moved from that corner since the procedure. All she's done is stare at the wall and sob. What should we do, Doctor?"

"Hmm...

"Let me talk with her. You'll find i can be very persuasive."

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YASSS!!! I LOVE ITTT!!

Iris just be getting herself in bad situations-

[commission for @disasteryxs ]

...The Fall

ah man I really enjoyed working on this comic<3 /srs

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Pride Comes...

(Poppy Playtime OC Short Story)

If there was one thing Iris took immense pride in, it was her creativity- her bright, darting mind, her “innovative ideas,” as Leith Pierre liked to call them. Whether it was solving a technical problem or pitching a new toy concept, her brain never stopped spinning. She could conjure solutions faster, sharper, more cleverly than anyone else she worked with, and she knew it.

Eventually, that brilliance gave way to a bit of an ego. Not that it stood out much at Playtime Co.- her boss had one of the biggest egos around. So who was going to tell her she couldn’t have a little of her own? Sure, it occasionally caused tension with her coworkers, but she didn’t care. They couldn’t do what she did. That had to mean something. For once, she felt important. She had purpose. And the rush of that feeling? Addictive.

Which is why, when she discovered her latest design had been stolen, fury didn’t even begin to cover it.

It was a Ball-Jointed Doll, stylized like a circus clown, bursting with pastel colors. Poofy, patterned clothes. Hair split-dyed pink and blue. It was whimsical, unique, undeniably her. The doll had been designed not just for display like most in its category, but for play- its articulated limbs and durable plastic would allow kids to pose it any way they liked. She’d poured over every detail, refining it before she pitched it to Leith. It was going to be her masterpiece.

And someone had taken it.

A hard knock rang out against Leith’s office door. Iris stood outside, vibrating with rage. She wanted to barge in, demand answers, scream if she had to. Thankfully, she didn’t wait long before Leith’s familiar voice called her in.

“Mr. Pierre-!” she started, her voice already strained with the effort of staying composed.

Leith raised a brow, warning her with just a look.

“You have to tell me who took my design,” she hissed, pacing in front of his desk before leaning in close.

He met her eyes, unmoved. “Ms. Everhart,” he said coolly, lips curling into that insufferable grin. God, she hated that grin. So smug. So fake. It only stoked the fire burning in her chest.

He rose from his chair and placed a hand on her shoulder in a way that was meant to be reassuring. It wasn’t.

“I need you to take a breath,” he said. “You’re getting worked up, and this attitude doesn’t suit you.”

She stared at him, stunned. Calm down? Now?

She shoved his hand off. “Sir! This is serious. You know how important this is?! The ball-jointed circus doll? That’s my design!”

Leith blinked slowly, then tilted his head, expression still maddeningly smug. His smile wavered- just a hair- as a small scoff left him.

“Oh, Iris, Don’t be childish. Your job is to create ideas for the company. That’s what we pay you for. You may have generated the concept, but it doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to Playtime Co.”

If he thought that would calm her, he was sorely mistaken.

It was clear that he was maintaining his grip on power, trying to placate her while reminding her who held the leash.

“I’ll admit, though, it’s a brilliant idea. Might make us a fortune. So thank you for that.”

Her mouth fell open. Did he really just say that? That her work was now company property?

“No,” she snapped. “That’s not good enough. I deserve recognition for this!”

Leith regarded her for a long beat- then laughed. It was low, cruel, condescending. He gripped both her shoulders again, leaning in, eyes locked with hers.

“What would you have me do, Iris? Etch your name into the doll’s spine?” His voice dropped. “You forget your place. You work for me. Nothing you create here is yours. Understand?”

He patted her shoulder once- patronizing- and returned to his desk, still smiling.

“Now, if you’re done throwing a tantrum, I’d like to move forward with this idea.”

Iris trembled. Her mind raced, her body tense, her fury near boiling over.

And then she said it.

“No! I swear to God, if you don’t make it known this was MY idea, I’ll make it known you’re using the Playcare kids as test subjects!”

Silence, as if the air itself stilled, as if time had frozen.

Even through the haze of her rage, she saw his grin vanish. His expression darkened- dangerously so. She had never seen him like that before.

Her breath caught. Her eyes widened. She’d gone too far. Said too much. She shouldn’t have known that.

“I- I’m sorry…” she stammered, stepping back, hand over her mouth. His glare was razor-sharp now, cutting through her.

“A bold threat,” he said coldly, “over a drawing. You really are a child. Making a scene because you didn’t get your way.”

He straightened. “You’re dismissed. Go home.”

“No! Please, Mr. Pierre-!”

“Get out of my office, Iris. I won’t repeat myself.” Leith took a sharp, deep breath though it did nothing to calm his anger. Though- Iris could see- a small, almost scheming glint in his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Iris blinked, her fear never wavering. Surely something like this would have meant she'd be sacked... right?

“I- I’m not fired…?”

The man raised his eyebrow. “No.” Was all he said. She should be reassured that she is keeping her job, and yet… she couldn’t shake the feeling SOMETHING is going to happen.

She backed away with a nod, wide-eyed, hands hugging her arms as she turned and fled the office. Out of the room. Out of the building. She didn’t stop shaking.

How could she let that slip? How could she be so stupid?

Behind her, Leith stood in silence. Then, slowly, he moved from his desk, hands folded behind his back, thoughtful.

“Another loose end to deal with.”