#eddie m. n. ritterman

[in-our-veins]

Poppy Playtime Fanfic:

*short fics, random, some are in a series cause they don't fit a multi-chapter story.

get out of the room — (307) Marcas Brickley, Eddie, Leith Pierre.

monitor — (274) Riley & Harley Sawyer.

stay here, don't die — (432) Marcas Brickley, Eddie, Harley Sawyer

i promise i won't say anything — (ch 5. ~ 5.448) • Completed | Marcas Brickley & Eddie.

don't be afraid — (166) Riley & Harley Sawyer.

you will never leave this place — (ch 1 ~ 1.224) Riley, Harley Sawyer, Leith Pierre.

why would they keep you alive? — (846) Marcas & Harley Sawyer. (before reading, look at the tags.)

i'm not on my knees — (497) Leith/Harley (smut)

replaced — (142) CatNap.

i should fire you — (304) Leith Pierre/Reader.

is it enough for you? — (472) The Player/Harley Sawyer (smut.)

this is too much — (769) Marcas/Eddie.

don't touch him — (100) Ex.1006 & The Doctor.

is this going to be fun? — (565) The Player & The Doctor.

why do i know you? — (572) Marcas/Eddie

it was an accident! — (885) Marcas/Eddie.

i haven't seen you all day — (275) Marcas/Eddie

where were you? — (440) Reader & Harley Sawyer.

you reap what you sow — (2.596 / ch.2) The Player & Harley Sawyer

leave them be — (188) Harley Sawyer & Yarnaby.

we're on a date? — (291) Marcas/Eddie.

for your own sake — (482) Marcas/Eddie.

the subject did well — (428) Marcas/Eddie)

allow me to help — (209) The Player & The Doctor.

is there nothing there? — (1.429) Marcas x Eddie

they won't feel a thing — (154) Stella, Leith, Eddie.

are you hungry? — (234) Harley Sawyer & Quinn Navidson.

i'll take care of you — (1.323) Marcas/Eddie (smut)

they deserve to see it — (878) Marcas/Harley Sawyer (smut)

let's go home — (7.415) Ch 2, 3, 4, 5, 6~ OC & CatNap Doll.

it's time to go home — (286) Marcas/Eddie.

waste — (171) Harley Sawyer & Quinn Navidson.

i just don't believe you — (353) Eddie M. N. Ritterman & Harley Sawyer.

make you mine — (349) Marcas/Eddie.

find the truth — (339) The Player & Huggy Wuggy.

exhausting — (298) Scientist #4 & Eddie M. N. Ritterman.

busy, busy, busy — (422) Scientist #4 & Dr. White & Harley Sawyer.

you don't need to think — (414) The Player/Harley Sawyer.

i'd rather send her back — (406) Harley Sawyer & Scientist #4

daydream — (223) Marcas/Eddie. (Mildly graphic smut.)

sign your name — (2.531) Marcas/Eddie.

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Ehem so- I KEEP forgetting to post my art on other platforms other than tiktok lol so um lemme just post the poppy playtime thing alr-

Designing the Heads of Playtime Co.

Leith Pierre Edition ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

Our beloved arrogant business man, Leith Pierre. The head of innovation of Playtime Co, taking over when the former CEO of the company suddenly disappeared.

A few more doodles and headcanons ִֶָ☾.

Headcanons

His favorite dessert is Strawberry Sundae with chocolate chips.

His favorite toys are huggy wuggy and boxy boo, huggy wuggy is his n1 tho.

Very good with ice skating surprisingly, handles the weather pretty well too, probably being his favorite season, just complains about shoving the snow though.

I think him and Eddie knew eachother since college/high school, maybe they weren't as close friends back then but I think they talked to eachother the longest, then in Playtime Co Era they both are in eachother's close friends circle.

Loved listening to the radio when he was a kid, I hc he had an old fashioned radio that was given to him by his uncle, one time he dropped the radio and it broke, he tried to put the pieces together but he couldn't really do much about it. He still kept it for the memory.

I think he was either an only child or the youngest child of his family, with a lot older siblings.

extra drawings ⋆˙⟡

also here's a more clear look into the color pallete(yes I like filters sue me)

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So the Poppy Playtime Chapter 4 ARG has been shining a load of light on Harley Sawyer so I figure it's time I talk about it. (I just realize I've been dead for the past...two months? Anyway-)

So we know by now that Harley was part of this program when he was a child or teen possibly and he was favored by Elliot because of his intelligence. But he lack one thing that made the founder worried.

Humility

Harley did not care at all for other people and rather focus on the process and progress of things. He even lashed out at Elliot for being too soft, then stormed out. In a shred up document, he calls Elliot a backstabber for believing and having high-hopes for him only to be let go.

Which is why Elliot had to let him go and tell him to try and reconnect with other people.

(Which basically him politely saying "Go outside, touch some grass and visit a mental hospital)

And then when Harley became an adult, Leith is the one to hire him back into the factory. Which makes me curious as to why.

This could take place after Elliot's passing, but I watched a few SheepRampage's video and he theorize that Harley is the one behind his death; via using a Bigger Body toy to kill him. So if Elliot was in fact alive when Harley got hired, the doctor could have pretended to change and only go back to his usual self behind the founder's back.

And let's just take a quick moment to realize something; Harley could have very much been the one to place the dead body of a young boy in Elliot's house, to ruin his good name and his image as a family man.

(which is a extreme petty move, Harley. You really did that because Elliot said "No more experimenting" to you all those years ago?)

Anyway, back on track; I can guess that Harley was brought back as a desperate move by Playtime Co. after the Catnap Controversy. Which is where the Bigger Body Initiative was made then the rest is history.

Now, let's talk about the audio we hear when dialing the phone number the ARG gave.

So in the audio, we hear Leith, Eddie and Stella in a private room discussing about a mistake/incident that angered the Head of Innovation so much. It's also must be very bad because Leith ask Eddie if this will get out, to which the latter said they'll be in the clearing zone.

And Gerald Lockheart is back, (the same detective who investigated the Theodore Case back in the PPT Chapter 3 ARG) and he soon entered the room, and told the three Heads who is responsible; Harley Sawyer.

And that leaves a major question; WHAT is this mistake? WHY did it anger Leith so much to the point he wants to strangle the person responsible for it?

For the former, I think the ARG is giving a clear hint; the Theater Incident.

The theater has been mention quite a lot in most of the ARG updates, it started with a ripped apart Incident Report from a employee who was touring a bunch of people that led to a child getting hurt, they pleaded to not ever be mention and willing to do anything as long as they aren't blame for it because they honestly don't know what happened because it was so quick.

And now thinking about it, I think this is what the higher-ups were talking about.

But I decided to take it one step further, what if not only this resulted in a injury of a child, but also the death of Elliot Ludwig and the people who were being toured.

As for how it plays out (forgive me if it's so bad) ; So one day in the factory, a group of people were being toured around and reached the theater. Elliot was also present at the time, then suddenly Yarnaby comes out and kills the founder. Leading to a panic and possibly more deaths, and it's like a fire also broke out, base om a few pictures that have shown burnt toys and a poster.

And I know it's a sudden leap to think Yarnaby is the one who killed Elliot. But people kept pointing out Yarnaby is a yarn lion toy, and I like to imagine he is meant to be in the theater as entertainer. Along with the other characters teased such as the Piano Dinosaur and the Jester character we have yet to see.

Also Harley is likely the one to tell Yarnaby to attack Elliot, because he purposefully isolated himself with so he can make it very obedient to him.

So with the founder dead and a few bodies, this obviously furious Leith. And I think what Stella was trying to say before the Head of Innovation cut her off, is that they most likely had to kill any survivors of the attack to keep things quiet.

And even after all of that, they still kept Harley around because he may have threaten to blackmail them or because he is like the one thing that's still keeping the factory together. As much as they hate it, they knew the doctor can just kill them any time he wants.

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Eddie Ritterman is real

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Reluctant Comfort?... - oneshot | part 2 (for the "Late-Night Hypothesis")

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣/𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 (ℙ𝕣𝕖 -“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣” 𝕍ℍ𝕊 𝕋𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘) 𝕩 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕖!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

(Harley in his middle 30s and reader/you in late 20s)

🇨​🇴​🇳​🇹​🇪​🇳​🇹​ 🇼​🇦​🇷​🇳​🇮​🇳​🇬​: None ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ – After you fall asleep at your desk, Harley lingers longer than necessary, his eyes lingering on your face. As he turns away, several of his coworkers—Eddie Ritterman, Leith Pierre, and Stella Greyber—make suggestive comments (about how he seems to care more about you than he should). But Harley evades, hiding behind cold answers and aloof demeanors. The conversation turns to recent experiments—the orphans who disappeared in secret, the brutal results they dare not discuss openly…

The laboratory was silent, save for the soft hum of overhead lights overhead. Harley Sawyer stood still, eyes lingering on the figure slumped over the desk—head resting atop a disordered pile of notes, breaths slow and even.

A sigh slipped from his lips as he reached for his lab coat, draping it over your shoulders with the practiced indifference of a man who had long since abandoned sentimentality.

Practicality, he told himself. Fatigue hinders productivity.

That was all.

And yet, when your stirred beneath the fabric, murmuring something half-conscious, he hesitated.

He was not one for displays of affection, nor did he see value in pointless tenderness, but the weight in his chest was a sensation he refused to name. He turned away before he could dwell on it any further.

Footsteps broke his trance. He recognized the gait before he even looked up.

"Still here, Sawyer?"

Eddie M. N. Ritterman’s voice carried an edge of amusement, but there was something measured beneath it. The older man leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze flicking from Harley to the sleeping figure. One brow lifted. "Didn’t take you for the sentimental type."

Harley exhaled slowly, irritation threading through his carefully maintained composure. "If you came here to comment on my habits, you’re wasting both our time."

Eddie smirked, pushing off the frame. "Relax. Just an observation." His expression darkened slightly, something more calculating surfacing. "But I have to wonder—do you think sentimentality will be tolerated?"

Harley bristled at the insinuation. He had clawed his way up through the ranks of Playtime Co. through sheer intellect and ruthless ambition, but no matter how far he ascended, men like Eddie always looked at him as though he were a tool, a means to an end. It should not have bothered him. And yet—

He glanced back at the sleeping form on the desk. The sight stirred something unfamiliar. He remembered the first meeting, how your sharp tongue and unwavering gaze had irritated and intrigued him in equal measure.

You were clever—too clever, perhaps, for your own good. And yet, you had stayed, challenging him in ways he had not anticipated. He should have found it infuriating. Instead, he had found himself watching you, too often and for too long.

His fingers twitched at his side, recalling the warmth of your skin when he had brushed against them earlier, entirely by accident. He told himself it was insignificant. He had bigger concerns—more important matters to attend to.

Like the project. Like the children.

His stomach twisted at the thought. The orphans—test subjects, they were called, as if reducing them to a category could erase the reality of what had been done.

He had seen their faces, heard their voices—before they had been molded into something unrecognizable. It was necessary. It had to be. And yet, in the darkest corners of his mind, doubt whispered.

A voice he had long buried—one that sounded suspiciously like his younger self, before Ludwig had dismissed him, before his genius had been deemed too reckless, too cruel—resurfaced.

Would the man he had been recognize the man he had become?

"Sawyer," Eddie’s voice cut through the haze, drawing him back. "Are you even listening?"

Harley inhaled sharply, shoulders straightening. "I have work to do. Unless you have something of value to contribute, I suggest you leave."

Eddie studied him for a long moment before chuckling. "Suit yourself." He turned to go but paused at the threshold. "Just remember—attachment makes men weak. And weakness has no place here."

Harley did not respond. He merely watched as the older man disappeared down the dimly lit corridor before his gaze drifted, once more, to the slumbering figure before him.

He had never believed in kindness. But as he stood there, his coat still draped over you, he found himself lingering just a moment too long.

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The lab was silent now.

Not the usual kind of silence that came with the late hours, where machines hummed and the distant clatter of some unseen worker echoed through the walls...

No, this was the silence that settled in after everything had been said. After words exchanged between weary scientists, after tension coiled and uncoiled like a serpent winding through the air. Harley stood in the middle of it, staring at nothing, his hands curled loosely at his sides.

The dancing of light in the lab cast elongated shadows across his face, carving out the sharpness of his cheekbones, the set of his jaw.

He was still as he always was after conversations like these—conversations where Eddie’s carefully veiled reprimands, Leith’s sardonic remarks, and Stella’s unreadable expressions piled atop one another, pressing in against his ribs.

Words about ethics, about progress, about lines crossed and lines yet to be drawn. As if they mattered. As if, at this point, there was anything left to salvage... for sake.

And then there was you.

Asleep at your desk, oblivious to the weight of the night pressing down on him. A pile of scattered notes lay beneath your head, the ink smudged faintly where your cheek had rested against the pages. His coat, still draped over your shoulders from earlier, had slipped slightly, exposing the curve of your nape to the cold air.

He should leave. He knew that. He should turn on his heel and return to his own office, lose himself in calculations and blueprints until exhaustion forced his body to surrender.

That was what he always did. That was what he was supposed to do.

And yet, he lingered.

Harley wasn’t sure when he had sat down, nor when he had leaned forward, elbows propped on his knees, watching the slow rise and fall of your breath.

He told himself it was practicality—an assessment. He had done the same with countless test subjects before, monitoring their vitals, the slightest twitch of their fingers. But this wasn’t that.

This was something else.

Your face was relaxed, softened in sleep in a way he rarely saw when you were awake. No guarded amusement, no sharp retorts laced with exasperation.

Just the quiet rise and fall of your chest, the small murmur that barely passed your lips as you shifted slightly beneath his coat. Something settled in him, something he refused to name. He had spent years categorizing every feeling, every instinct into neat, clinical labels.

It made things easier. It made him efficient.

But he had no label for this.

Harley sat there for longer than he should have, his gaze lingering in the spaces between your breaths.

He traced the contours of his own thoughts, the echoes of old memories clawing at the edges of his mind. He remembered standing in a different room, a different silence, where the weight of a wedding ring felt foreign on his hand, where the air still carried the scent of something warm—of someone who was gone.

He remembered the moment he stopped believing in anything outside of his work, the moment the pursuit of progress became the only thing that mattered.

And now, here you were. Here he was. And he had been looking at you for too long.

A quiet breath escaped him, barely more than a whisper in the stillness.

He reached forward, the movement automatic, the ghost of a touch just barely skimming the fabric near your shoulder before he stopped himself. His fingers curled into a fist, retracting as he stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor in the process.

You stirred, just barely, a soft sigh leaving your lips before you settled again.

Harley exhaled through his nose, forcing the stiffness from his shoulders.

Whatever this was, whatever momentary lapse had made him hesitate—he would not entertain it any further. There was work to be done. There was always work to be done.

Without another glance, he turned, his coat slipping slightly further down your frame as he left the room.

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This is insane how I forget about eyelashes and teeth gap every time I draw Eddie. It's all still here I'm just silly guys-

ahhh Eddie M N Ritterman also known as slutty orange

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Poppy Playtimes hc bcz I’m bored

Leith Pierre 

Sleepwalker 

Has written many books, all of which were mildly successful 

Gets scared easily, despite how he acts (Harley loves to tease him for that)

Kids love him despite him turning them into toys in the end

Always humming/whistling some sort of tune

Good with using guns and other weapons and goes hunting regularly 

Has many scars (from the toys scratching him) but tries to cover them up

Secret Sabrina Carpenter fan 

Has an incredible spice tolerance 

Smoker

Actually likes all the toys in his own way

Gets angry pretty quickly and crashes out by pounding the/a table

Even though he turns most of the kids into toys, he’s actually very nice to all of the children and enjoys their company

Harley Sawyer 

Very quiet and pops up with no warning

Forgets about personal space and will get very close to you

Hates physical touch, tries to avoid it unless it’s with someone he likes (*ahem* Leith-)

Has a really bad staring problem

Very sensitive to pain and does not enjoy it, but enjoys other peoples suffering

Stressed. Always stressed. Never not stressed.

Actually very weak and light, has a hard time lifting things and gets tired easily

Either oversleeps or doesn’t sleep at all

Smoker (kinda)

Has a lot of scars from the toys attacking him, does not mind showing them off

Hates the kids, loves turning them into toys

Stella Greyber 

Fantastic with kids, they love her and she loves them

Loves dolls and collects them (Leith likes to get on her about that)

Has chronic and horrifying nightmares 

Loves candles. Has way too many of them and buys them every chance she gets

Falls asleep easily, like, too easily. Impossible the wake up (unless she had a nightmare)

Great at cooking and does it often

Nails are destroyed from biting them all the time

Has a bunch of scars from the toys scratching her

Randomly buys the workers gifts to show her appreciation towards them

Eddie M. N. Ritterman 

Plays the piano

Surprisingly good at making jewelry 

Smoker

Lips are destroyed from biting them so much

Can and WILL sing every Hatsune-Miku song 

Very patient and doesn’t get mad too easily

When he IS mad, though, he tends to hit people on their shoulders pretty hard (Leith and Harley have had bruises for weeks because of him)

Tends to not socialize much with the other workers

Extremely smart. The kids ask him at least a billion questions a day

Popular with the kids

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Me when I'm in a child endangerment competition but I'm against Eddie M. N. Ritterman and Leith Pierre 💀

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My Eddie M. N. Ritterman Design!

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A Deal is Deal (Poppy Playtime and Bendy Fanfiction AU)

Elliot Ludwig was watching into disarray after Mattel and Hasbro beat his company Playtime Co., so desperate times calls for desperate measures...

Elliot made a deal with Joey Drew, and it worked, Playtime Co. became the king of toys, making Hasbro and Mattel feared Playtime Co. again, but tragedy struck, Elliot's daughter died due to unknown reasons. Elliot didn't know why he lost his daughter so sudden, first his wife, Molly divorced him and now his daughter is gone.

One day after he said goodbye to his daughter, Elliot Ludwig doesn't want to talk to anyone, not even Laith Pierre. He masked his grief of his daughter by being so stubborn. Stella Greyber, a new employee of Playtime Co. noticed the change, it's like Elliot have changed his personality from sweet and considerate to cold-hearted and cruel.

One night, Laith confronted Elliot about the sudden change.

"Mr. Ludwig-." Laith said but was cut off by Elliot himself, pushing him in the stairs. Laith has been telling Elliot that he became obsessed of her daughter and he is still denying that she was gone. But Elliot also became so guilty on what he did on Laith, so he ran off and heard a voice:

"IT'S YOUR FAULT"

"E̵̛͖̭͉͖̼̙̹̩͙̙͉̥̻͍̱͈̎̓̉͑̑̐̅̑̅̀͊̌̈͘͝͝Ĺ̷̢̢͈̳̫̝̯͔͇͖̯̺̗͓͚̰̙̬̙̯͝͝L̶̡̙͈̭̺̽̂̆̓̏̿̂̓̆͆͂̋͗̽̎̾̎͘͝I̶̛̹̞͈̜͋̒̄̉̐́̔̓̄Ơ̵̧̧̨̳̹͚̼͍̪̭̞̹̣͓̬͓̩͙̼̮̙͖̥͒̀͘͝T̴̡̮̣̔͊̔́̔̎͐͌̾̾͋͊̃̊̿̕̕̕̕͘"

Elliot covered his ears in guilt, it turns out he made a deal with Joey Drew to keep his toy company stable, but it turns out Joey didn't want to make kids happy, he wanted power. It turns out Joey is spying Elliot ever since his daughter died.

"I told you, Elli, in order to become a household name, you have to give up your most beloved daughter" Joey Drew said, Elliot now know how his daughter died, it's because of his own deal with an evil man.

Joey escaped and Eddie M.N. Ritterman saw Elliot on the floor,covering his ears, and Eddie tried to comfort Elliot but Elliot went to his own office, Eddie knew it, Elliot's grief is a lost cause, until Laith heard the whole thing and have an idea - making Elliot into the Prototype, Experiment 1006.

Elliot threw the chairs due to his tantrums, and he thought his journey for revival of his daughter is a lost cause, until he remembers the Poppy flowers that Molly gave to him. He make a perfect doll based on his daughter.

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Marcas is locked inside a room with red smoke...

Words: 428.

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Eddie M. N. Ritterman from Poppy Playtime didn't join the tumblr found family

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Designing each Head of Playtime Co.

part 2.

Eddie M. N. Ritterman Edition ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

The Head of Research, Eddie Ritterman, a career driven man, but also quite mysterious, we know little about him despite his apparent influence on the company.

I don't have that many doodles of him but yeah headcanons💜💜

His fav dessert is Oreo Sundae, he likes sweet/sour things, so most of the foods he likes are lemon flavour.

His fav toys are Cat-Bee/Rabie Baby

I don't think he's a big fan of sports and other things like that, a little bit of the reason why is because he suffers from chronical pain, causing him to have to use a cane to walk around(though he tries to not rely on it all the time) BUT, I think Eddie would love to bet on horse racing, or just betting in general, he's very good at card games. probably also knows card tricks.

In his office he has a ton of merch of the toys, especially bobbleheads and keychains, most of which he gained from Dr. White.

He's a man who cares about appearances so I think he never wants to appear tired to anyone, especially people he's acquainted with, so he has a 20 step skin care routine that he follows, makes you wonder if his eyelashes are natural or not too. Also he's probably a light sleeper.

Last but not least, I think Eddie's a very silly guy, so he sometimes takes advantage of his position to make people fetch things for him when he's feeling lazy, or just be like "can you hold this for me" and he just ends up making you carry it all the way and you don't even notice.

doodles time࣪ ִֶָ☾.

and also here's a silly Leith doodle that I forgor to post

Priest Leith my Rome empire💞💞(believe it or not, he's not my fav character, I just like drawing him a lot).

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Marcas and Eddie are having lunch when they're interrupted...

Words: 291.

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Marcas didn't think he'd up in a cage of all places...

Words: 885.