My Life Has Been So Much Better Ever Since I Traded My Impostor Syndrome To Brilliant Conman -syndrome.

My life has been so much better ever since I traded my impostor syndrome to brilliant conman -syndrome. Do I deserve anything in life? Fuck no! Will I grasp it anyway? Fuck yes!

 My art has never been worth shit, but watch me bullshit my way into art school! I am a horrid goblin, but watch me make these people like me! Am I qualified to do this task? Well I sure have the certificates that say that I am! And how did I get those? Who knows! Not me! I am so good at cheating, I don’t have to break a single rule to do it!

 I am brilliant, fast, and absolutely drunk with power!

I’m getting carried away with drawing Ornstein in pretty outfits.

now I’m contemplating jewelry.

I need to be forcefully stopped

A funny head canon I have is that Lucette’s kids aren’t afraid of Ornstein like other kids. And she has no idea why.

Somehow, the kids just see Ornstein as a super strict uncle and keep it moving.

Anytime they see Ornstein: “Hi Uncle Ornstein!”

Literally everyone else:???????????????

Lucette: Why do you all call Captain Ornstein, Uncle Ornstein? Kids: Because he is Uncle Ornstein

Lucette: Okay…but why?

Kids: Because he is!

“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth, later, in uglier ways.”

— Sigmund Freud

A funny head canon I have is that Lucette’s kids aren’t afraid of Ornstein like other kids. And she has no idea why.

Somehow, the kids just see Ornstein as a super strict uncle and keep it moving.

Anytime they see Ornstein: “Hi Uncle Ornstein!”

Literally everyone else:???????????????

Lucette: Why do you all call Captain Ornstein, Uncle Ornstein? Kids: Because he is Uncle Ornstein

Lucette: Okay...but why?

Kids: Because he is!

@kingarise​  

   “Ahh! Little wolf girl. Knight friend here too. Come in,” the Giant Blacksmith suddenly greeted, waving an overly large hand at the doorway to the forge. Artorias spun on his heel, not only for the sake to equally greet the unexpected guest, but also because ‘little wolf girl’ only meant one person to the knight as far as he knew. Lowering his gaze, his suspicions were quickly confirmed. His heart fluttered as his chest expanded with a delighted gasp, both with intrigue and adoration. 

   “Starlight!” he exclaimed with open arms as he rushed to kneel in front of her and effortlessly pick up her tiny frame to pull her into a squeezing embrace. Had he just seen her a mere hour ago, her presence a frequent occurrence in his life as she was his daughter, thus there was no need for excessive love as if the occasion was anything special? Yes, but Artorias cared naught. His heart was a large one and the love he had for his Starlight pulsed strong in his veins. It could not be helped, nor did he want to correct this habit of his. Lucette would know and experience Love— every day, every chance, Artorias had to express it. 

   “What bringest thou to the Forge? Certainly no trouble, I hope,” he began to question as he set down down. Fingertips tugged as the fringes of her dress, tidying up her appearance after the hold had ruffled it. “Hast thou grown curious of thy father’s armanents? My dear friend here works on my sword, it had’th received a most unfortunate chip in its glorious edge.” 

   At the mention of ‘dear friend’, the Giant perked up and waved once more. “I forge. Make shiny again,” he simply spoke as he gestured towards the characteristic blade of Artorias currently carefully held in colossal hands. “Little wolf girl watch? Make happy me.”