moment I saw that frame with the Gluttony Rakshasa I just knew...I just KNEW...someone's done it, someone's made monster fucker art of it somewhere... and frankly? I'm not brave enough to look. I know though. There's a haunting feeling that slowly ghosts over me, and by the way my body shivers at the sight of that panel—it instinctively knows. It's too late.
It tells me that such a fantasy has already been given life.
And that can only be done by someone with unrivalled artistic talent, a stronger heart than us all, and a burning will. I applaud you.
moment I saw that frame with the Gluttony Rakshasa I just knew...I just KNEW...someone's done it, someone's made monster fucker art of it somewhere... and frankly? I'm not brave enough to look. I know though. There's a haunting feeling that slowly ghosts over me, and by the way my body shivers at the sight of that panel—it instinctively knows. It's too late.
It tells me that such a fantasy has already been given life.
And that can only be done by someone with unrivalled artistic talent, a stronger heart than us all, and a burning will. I applaud you.