in the garden of wind and thunder

a terrifying visage... thank god i lost all my bones in that accident

Hello everyone! I have managed to find some clean cover art for delicious in dungeon, buried in some promotional italian pamphlet (JPOP Direct)! Some of the files were even separated in layers, i'll put it after the cut

I just don't think I've ever had it? I love creating and always have. I love watching my hands use objects to bring thoughts into reality. I started drawing before I could walk. If there is such a thing as a purpose, or a destiny, or a calling, I think mine is that.

Questioning authority is an automatic no.

Some people learn to rebel, some people learn to do as they're told, some people land somewhere in the middle. Everyone responds to it differently, and of course despite the systems at play, everyone grows up in slightly different environments that enforce different things. But all of us who become adults eventually have to learn how to be independent in a world where we've been raised to not think for ourselves.

The workforce, of course often tries to teach otherwise, but barring a job, your life is yours to live. Not anyone else's. As teaboot said: forget the idea of permission at all. The greatest gift of adulthood is, most often, the freedom to do as you please. Obviously everyone has different capabilities with their time and money and physical/emotional state, but the best gift you can give yourself as you grow older is to teach yourself to not need permission.

In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.

Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.

What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.

The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.