He grabbed the blade before it could seriously hurt him, blood running down his hand, but he didn't even flinch. He smiled. Dread filled you, knowing those glowing eyes will be the last thing you see.
“You think you can take me?” he asked, almost compassionately.
I've been following you for years, and I love your art. Seeing you repost your older art pieces reminded me how much I loved the angry, bitter, miserable Machete art and how it resonated with me... but a part of me is also so happy to see the current art of him being happy. Cute art of him as a unicorn, or chilling in a bathtub with Vasco. Like, we're all growing and healing :')