THE VIOLET HOUR .

she doesnt even knw

with a scream, she charges again. a slap to the back of her skull now, sending her face first into the ground - hard enough to shatter the earth beneath them, a splatter of her blood shooting upwards. pathetic. ❝ you expect to live up to your father, fighting like this? ❞ a heel, pinning her down, invoking the sound of crunching bone beneath the boot. ❝ give me more! ❞

something ruptures under her crushing hold, blood spurts and sprays from conquest's leg, and mindy makes quick work of taking advantage of the newfound vulnerability : the vocal fry in her wail prominent as her free hand fumbles with debris that's driven into his kneecap in swift succession. the lapse in his balance gives the butcher the opportunity to get back to her feet -- but near immediately is she reminded of the splintered bone that dishevels her ribcage. “ you don't know shit about him, you old prick. ” it fractures further as she straightens her back : the skin of her diaphragm stretched and lumpy where the bone protrudes. saliva swills her mouth of excess blood that's spat at his boot. “ or me. ”

she doesnt even knw

nobody told me theres a mindy cameo in deadlock. what the hell

an independent, private, low activity & plot prioritising multimuse, featuring lady jeanne geist of valve's deadlock, as well as many others. including but not limited to franchises such as tf2, tmnt, fallout, titanfall, and more. written by chantelle. 18+. established 2026.

an independent, semi - selective  &&  heavily headcanonned personal interpretation of CONQUEST from INVINCIBLE  (  penned by pip  )