#( ic: anya forger. )

[datcravat]

Art Nouveau inspired Loid Forger

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[shizukais]

[fortist166]

A girl gotta do what a girl gotta do.

Cre: @orzmjxxx (Twitter)

[peanutseagle]

Hi! I'm new to the fandom and you're the first few artists that made me ship damianya bad 🤭💕 could you draw them visiting stella lake or just them being cute in the summer 👉👈( It could be a date or just them in canon age 😅)

Love your arts too much... 💖

just fullfilling my duties in the damianya nation <3

[wonderlandgoblin]

Why can’t my favorite characters ever go to therapy? THEY NEED IT!!!! Does therapy not exist in their world? I need answers! Why must they suffer?!??!?!??!?!

[vanillsposts]

hc that every weekend twiyor take anya to an ice cream parlor, and twilight just finds himself smiling at her when her eyes widen up in excitement at the ice cream sundaes; and yor’s cute reaction to anya- and the two of them just talking and having fun.

i want to put a for the mission pun; but I just want to see the forgers happy without twilight denying it; so I’ll just mention that I wanted to do it.

[risingjayart]

@mochidoodle Royal Guard AU take on Fiona! She’s said to be a mage that maybe had childhood connections to Loid, so I rolled w/ that

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Her new family of destiny||

~~Reserved Au rp with @most-beautiful-red-rose~~

Anya was sitting down somewhere near the window of the library, looking outside to think. She was here once more, reading some books while looking down at a book that was of a family or pictures of a family. It left her wondering where she could find a family like that. Is that even possible? With a pout, she only keeps on reading.

It’s not like she would be part of a family right away right? But she hopes for it.

[mj-ackerman]

Awww they're so cute

[thestellarsage]

A commission I ordered from CristalMomoStar.

It’s Baked Alask-Anya! Or Anya-laska- whatever floats your boat. She is wearing a lolita dress based on the Baked Alaska.

Her dress has mint chocolate chip for the torso, and yellow vanilla for the skirt. While she already has pink hair for strawberry, her trademark horn-like hair ornaments are altered to complete the strawberry theme. Plus, she is wearing a hat and jacket based on meringue. Also, her legwear and footwear are based on chocolate.

Consider it a sweet deal.

[cxnsolatio]

a long time ago, i asked for some child anons where law's paternity was involved. writing this piece made me happy at the time, so i am posting it today as a drabble after revising and polishing it a bit further. the input sees a little girl donning a pink dress and pink hair asking for her daddy's attention at the massive beetle she holds in her hands. she comes with an odd request: to pull the thing apart so they can see its insides, an elementary allusion to law's devil fruit powers. by the description, it is implied this girl is the child of law and @bucketfullofocs, so i hope they enjoy this.

At the unmistakable and familiar tug of a child's plea for attention, Law got down on one knee, left arm hanging over the lifted leg while the other clung to his sword. His eyes searched the little girl's to level with them and, as he did, Law found two pools of the same gold in his irises staring back at him, not one shade darker nor lighter. That she had inherited from him, but not just: Law's daughter was every bit as curious about the natural world as he had been as a boy, constantly uttering 'oohs' and 'ahhs' like she lived in a permanent state of awe. Things he had long forgotten held beauty in this world he discovered anew through her small hands and golden eyes so full of wonder. Soon, she would be reading Darwin and Lavoisier, Saint Augustine and Descartes… But not too soon, he hoped, the father's expression soft at the endearing dimension of the child's hands.

The beetle was not all that massive, but it did appear so by contrast. Green-backed and rimmed in yellow towards its back, the poor thing writhed, not intent on giving up his freedom from the girl's small but sure grip. Law's head cocked to one side then the other as he analysed the animal, for there were a couple of species that fit the description. ❝ A Cotinis,❞ he mused, ❝ but what's your binomen? ❞ As it tossed and turned in the toddler's hand, the beetle appeared a bit dull at first, not glossy, but then it showed its jewel-like gloss when the light hit right, and turning it over on its belly metallic green shone, thus allowing Law to reach a conclusion. ❝ Cotinis mutabilis, that's your name.❞ He stated it as a kind of satisfying gotcha.

Hanging on the wall in his chambers, next to a similar board showcasing a rainbow of butterflies, Law had a frame of shiny beetles, all specimens curatorially pinned to the canvas so that their fragile wings and appendages stayed whole. Law had made it a habit of sitting his daughter in his lap, at the desk, and teaching her not just about anatomy, but of the other sorts of curios he owned, such as the concise collections of Lepidoptera and Coleoptera. The scientific names were still too complex for the little girl, but the common names she could grasp. She had been showered with knowledge far too advanced since she had drooled out her first 'mama', 'baba' and 'moomoo' — that one had proven difficult at first, until Law noticed a patterned link between the use of the word and a fixation with the mother's breast — and now that his daughter could walk with him and hold a basic conversation, Law was not taking chances on her education. He kept her mind constantly stimulated, sure that it must be brilliant like his own, such was the comeliness of genetics mixed with a heightened sense of vanity as far as intellectual skill was concerned.

❝ Also known as 'figeater'.❞ He explained to his daughter with glee.

But the child was not just interested in admiring the beetle's glimmering outside, and while another may come to abhor her suggestion, Trafalgar Law, now, he relished in the infant's scientific mind, his own eternal desire to know piqued. ❝ Hold it firmly, then. We don't want it skittering away, do we? ❞ And conspiratorially he added, in a whisper that was perhaps a matrimonial plea of his own, ❝ Don't tell mummy. ❞ She approved of the learning, but not quite so much of the means of teaching.

What Mother did not know could not hurt Mother. The green gem resisted the imprisonment of silky clutches with admirable stamina. Law opened a drawer in his desk and laid out some canvas over the working surface; a fresh, sharp nail in his hand, ready to fulfil its purpose in material existence. Once his sword stood erect against the desk, and his daughter was enthroned in his lap, Law pinned the beetle down so that it would not escape its fate. Grim, but not without mercy — he need not kill the animal, nor put it under anaesthesia to satisfy his daughter's interest. His forcedly acquired powers coupled with diligently honed talents allowed him to section through the beetle without killing it; without even causing it harm. Although, it should be a funny feeling to have your insides en plain air while wide awake and sentient. Thank God the beetle had no thoughts to gather, or else it would have gone utterly, irrevocably mad from this experience.

Law called his daughter by her name. ❝ Now pay attention. ❞ To use a scalpel would have been more apt on a subject so tiny, but it was not any old scalpel she wanted, the insatiable little thing that she was. She wanted the mad scientist emerged from mists of chemical reactions and brimstone; she wanted the magnetic showman with his theatrics and the fireworks. To stick to the edge of her seat as she wondered whether Daddy could cut through something so small with a blade this large without damaging it, or herself, for that matter; and then to gasp in amazement as his fingers buzzed blue and flesh and blade worked as one to split the beetle vertically in half, as one would do to share an apple with a lover! A tiny world unveiled just for her delight, cells forming tissues, tissues forming organs, all working like cogwheels before their eyes. The heart pumped, the lungs bellowed albeit with no music and in the beetle's gut, something could be seen moving, making its way down the digestive tract. 'Poopie' they said in unison, the girl laughing at the mere mention of excrement and Law laughing at his own use of such a puerile word. It was fair to say becoming a father had emaciated his stoic persona a bit.

Other than that, his child was speechless, her eyes darting to the beetle's every little nook and cranny like the world's tiniest dollhouse. Law rubbed his index and thumb together to create a spark and moved his hand over her head, so her pink strands stuck up in the static. That, too, made her chortle with happiness.

❝ I think that's enough coleopterology for today. ❞ Against protests most vehement, Law flourished his hands and the beetle's shell fit together, finishing up the jigsaw with a final click. A moment later, the animal was still confused as to its surroundings, but otherwise unscathed. When Law unpinned it, it did not hesitate before making a run for it, or a flight, to be more scientifically accurate. Law called for his daughter to let it go, and kissed her plump cheek.

❝ Why don't we go look for Mummy? ❞ He offered the girl his hand. ❝ I wonder what she's making for supper. Beetle stew, I wager. ❞

[toniitrus-arc]

she'd been so careful about hiding her abilities, while simultaneously using it to benefit not only her, but the people around her. as time went on, and she became more accustomed to using her abilities to get out of sticky situations, she began to care less and less about concealing the fact that she knew more than she let on. as long as she didn't do anything too drastic to give her abilities away.

when she commented on something she definitely shouldn't have known, it wasn't that big of a deal to her. not at first anyways, until she notices the shift in expression. for the first time in a long, long time, she's afraid of what might happen. but she'd already gotten this far, lying now would make things worse.

after all, she was taught that lying is bad.

“ i-i have a big secret.. ” before she can even reveal what her secret is, there are tears in her eyes, and it's not long until she's sobbing. “ i'm a tellypath, i can read minds... i... i came from a lab that did all kinds of tests on me. b-b-but i'm not a bad person, a-and i'm sorry for lying... i know lying is bad, and i still did it. ”

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[shizukais]

[c512h]

Choose between my favorite red/pink queen👑

[muslimintp-1999-girl]

Headcanon : Damian is allergic to peanuts

[kitty-buster-moon-simp]

Day 21✨:Buck And Perlita As Loid And Anya

(Ojo:No Ship Porque Perlita Es Una Niña Pequeña Y Es La Hija Adoptiva De Buck)