Atom Eve

I rearrange the atoms and some things turn into other things.

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Indie. Atom Eve rp blog. / Semi-HIATUS

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Please note mun is 27+, due to the themes of the show I will only interact with 18+ muns. So please don't follow unless you are 18+ Also please make sure to read the rules and about page as my blog is a mixture of the show/comics to make it my own style. Last but not least, please have fun.

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INVINCIBLE VS dev. Quarter Up

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Samantha unexpected pregnancy



When Mark left Earth for a Space Mission, Eve realized she was pregnant with their child. However, she could never abort the child and wanted to have a true family after losing her biological family. In the cartoon she stated she’s not ready however, my view is coming from a mixture of the comics as she does want a family, but is hesitant about getting an abortion. Samantha is not alone and talks about this with her close friends such as Amber and William who support whatever decision she wants to make. However, she ended up having a miscarriage in the beginning of the 2nd trimester, which caused her to go into depression. Sam gained weight during this period, normally she has a high metabolism from using her powers, but since she was not using them, she was still consuming a large amount of calories without burning them off like normal. Eve was slowly taking steps to get help with medicine when Mark came back to Earth.

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Headcanon: Eris obsession with walruses

Artwork by griggaart

They mirror her philosophy of power without chaos.

They’re social creatures with structured hierarchies

Tusks = status, tools, and survival similar to Viltrumites with their strength.

They survive in harsh, unforgiving environments.

A subtle emotional outlet she’d never openly admit.

Walruses look almost ridiculous at first glance as they are slow, bulky, lounging, but they’re absurdly dangerous when provoked. That is what Eris learned quickly when seeing these tusk warriors. They can fall off cliff sides. Eris would see them almost like a “primitive model empire”, a system where strength, status, and coexistence all intersect. It reminds her of Viltrum which she learned the history of. She evens studied them the way a strategist studies civilizations. Walruses are not weak, but honest in a way most intelligent species aren’t during negotiations.

[stxrvingsin]

If any hint of a doubt still existed about her identity, the power she commanded and how the atmosphere itself shifted around her dispelled it. The memory of the ruthless threats that attacked his own dimension came to mind. The comparison fell short, however. Mark had never faced someone who could bend the elements to their whim, change the weight of the air with such ease, command gravity and kill a viltrumite in a single shot — simultaneously. The neon glow of the spears reflected on his obsidian goggles. His gaze never left Eve’s, he could feel the threat on every inch of his body, as if the space around them had become his sworn enemy. His stance never faltered. Instead, his lips curled, breaking his neutral expression. “Kill? If I wanted you dead, you already would be.” He dared to lean slightly closer, his words oversweetened for the malice that lurked behind them. The dark spectacles obscured his eyes — and it might have been for the best. Mark had forgotten about the mayhem around them, his variants bickering and Angstrom’s betrayal. His whole focus remained on her, his calculated violence streak broken by something far, far more interesting. She seemed even more stuck up than the Eve from his universe, so he did wonder how long it would take for him to get bored. A direct challenge seemed out of question, for now. “So you do work for Angstrom,” he crossed his arms, the smirk vanishing as his tone shifted, “Why? You’re leagues above him.” The words came out flat, a simple fact, he found it dull he even had to state it aloud. No words were exchanged for what seemed like eons. The energy of the weapons that floated behind her flickered. Apart from that, he picked up some banter from the fight happening behind them, the sound of his cape’s fabric undulating in the stale wind and her heartbeat. Every living being in the area had been crushed or fled before getting caught in the crossfire. Peaceful, if one were to ignore that a tranquil suburb had been decimated into an urban, sterile wasteland. Mark’s lips parted into a grin, his sharp canines visible.  “You don’t want me dead either, I take it. You had plenty of chances.” His stare left her for the first time during their entire interaction, settled over his other variants. An ambush would be quick, easy. A waste, really. Mark turned to look at her once more.

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The pressure around Sinister Mark didn’t spike as it tightened, being precise and deliberate, like fingers adjusting their grip after confirming something alive was still inside them. The air grew denser along the line of his movement when he leaned closer, resisting him in subtle increments, as though proximity itself had become a privilege he was beginning to overuse. The neon reflection of her spears across his obsidian goggles did not waver, but the constructs behind her responded to him anyway. Their rotation slowed, and angles shifted by fractions as distances were recalculated. For a fraction of a second, nothing changed until suddenly the ground beneath them sank enough that the fractures already etched into the pavement deepened with a low, straining sound. The world wasn’t reacting to his words because it was reacting to hers. Eve’s gaze remained locked on him, unblinking, unbothered by the closeness he tested. When he leaned in, the gravity didn’t push him back, but the cost increased.

The woman’s voice was soft as she spoke in an almost monotone. “If you could have, you wouldn’t be explaining it,” she said. For the first time since she arrived, something infinitesimal changed in Eve’s expression. It was closer to acknowledgement. Behind her, the spears stilled completely. “You’re still thinking in hierarchies. Concepts like above, below, control, and obedience,” she replied, her tone quieter now, but heavier for it. Each word seemed to settle into the air with weight, as if language itself had begun to inherit the gravity she commanded. The pink glow deepened and denser, like pigment saturating too far into fabric. “I don’t work for him as he’s simply a means to an end. I allowed him to open a door for me to use.” The distant sounds of conflict behind them felt farther away now, dulled by the pressure that had claimed this space entirely as hers. Even as the other variants being as loud and volatile as they were seemed irrelevant, like noise outside a sealed room.

Her voice lowered, just enough that it felt like it belonged to him alone. “You’re confusing restraint with inability,” she said. The gravity around him tightened again, but this time more noticeably. Not enough to pin him, not yet, but enough that movement would now require intention instead of instinct. Samantha’s gaze flicked, briefly, to where his attention had wandered to the other variants, to the idea of an ambush forming before it ever became action. For the first time, there was something almost resembling interest in her eyes, but when she looked back at him, it was gone. “You’re right, I had chances,” Eve added, almost idly. The spears behind her trembled slightly, not from being unstable, but from eagerness. Her head tilted slightly, that same precise, unsettling motion of calibration. “I’m deciding if you’re worth using one.”

[spaacemusings]

                                                YOU ARE A LIONESS,                                 AND IT IS FOR LESSER BEASTS TO FEAR YOU.

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Villain!Eve x Rudy (Robot)

Samantha decided to help Rudy when he offered her a chance to help balance the world. With most of the heroes standing against him, he reached out to a person they labeled a villain. However, she does take advantage of him knowing he is using her too so she makes the best of each of them using each other. Artwork by Enemika11

[stxrvingsin]

@particlecreator | a perpetual feeling. | ⚠ STARTER

"In a world full of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling."

Ruin plagued every major city on Earth. The efforts to stop the Invincible variants did nothing, their strength far superior to any resource or hero that could be found on the planet. And yet, the only one that could do something about it — and the main reason they had been sent here, did not appear yet. The different variants regrouped above the equivalent of their house, soon to notice how many of them were missing. Sinister had become bored of this invasion and of obeying Angstrom’s orders already. He wanted to move on to different universes, with enemies that would hopefully be more worth his time. As he was about to stop the masked Invincible from speaking, a flicker of pink interrupted the conversation. Masked — or his head, collapsed against the ground with a wet thud. His body followed suit, the rest of them witnesses, unable or unwilling to intervene. The reactions differed. The initial shock was shared. The weaker ones immediately fled whilst some threw curses at the air or clenched their fists. Others got excited at the prospect of a challenge. Sinister fell into the last category, intrigued by how someone from Earth could smite a viltrumite with such ease. In retrospect, the color of the flash should have given the identity of the culprit away. While the rest argued with each other, he turned around following the direction of the projectile. His crossed arms didn’t move an inch, the yellow cape following the movement. Eve.  She stood a few feet away from them, floating above the ground as well. Her outfit didn’t resemble this world’s Atom Eve’s at all. Neither did the expression she wore. A variant, just like them. Annoyance rose within Sinister. Angstrom. Of course. That worm would dare betray his word, he should have killed him — nevermind. He would have plenty of time to deal with him. For now, he had far more important matters to focus on. His stare zeroed in on her as he tilted his head. Dissecting. Analyzing. Studying her. In the blink of an eye, he flew to stand before her. He wanted a chance to get acquainted with her alone before the rest of his team stopped bickering. She wouldn’t last much once that happened. “... I don’t remember you ever saying hi.”

[particlecreator]

Above the broken skyline, where entire districts of the city had already been rewritten into rubble by competing Invincible variants, the air seemed to pause mid-thought. Even the chaos of distant screams, collapsing structures, the violent flicker of superhuman clashes, felt momentarily submerged, as if the world had been pressed beneath a glass surface. The ginger was hovering lower than the other variants and a couple houses down. The group was still bickering as it looked for the hero Atom Eve, not even taking into consideration looking below them only above.

Gravity did not increase so much as it collapsed inward, folding space around her like a hand closing into a fist. The effect rolled outward in invisible layers, each one heavier than the last. Dust that had been drifting on the wind stalled midair, trembling violently before dropping straight down as if it had suddenly been assigned a weight it could no longer refuse. Broken fragments of concrete lifted slightly only to snap back toward the ground with sharper force, as though the world was correcting them for attempting to escape. The very atmosphere thickened as breathing became something deliberate, something that required permission. Samantha hovered at the center of it all, framed by a soft but unnatural pink radiance that did not illuminate the world so much as overwrite its interpretation. Her expression was calm, almost detached, but everything around her contradicted that stillness as she was killing anything weak within a certain radius which that variant just happened to be in.

As the female noticed one who wore black and yellow noticed her finally, she dropped the pressure around to focus on a closer defense. Behind her, the spears began to form, such as one at first thin, precise, humming with a quiet, surgical energy before easily a dozen more. They assembled in disciplined silence, each one a sharpened shard of magenta construct suspended in perfect balance. They did not flicker or flare like conventional energy weapons compared to her hero counterpart. They existed as finalized decisions, as if their shape had already been agreed upon by the universe and merely needed to be revealed.

They hovered behind her shoulders in layered formation, rotating with slow, synchronized intent. Eve’s gaze lifted toward him the moment he crossed an invisible threshold in the air. There was no change in her posture as his presence only a slight deepening of the pressure around her, like the world itself tightening its grip in anticipation of her attention. The ground beneath them reacted first as fine cracks spidered outward in slow, deliberate patterns, not from force of impact but from sustained weight. The pavement didn’t break like glass under a strike as it strained like something being forced to carry more truth than it was designed for. The female did not respond at once as she let the silence expand until it became uncomfortable, until it was no longer just absence of speech but a presence in itself. The kind of silence that made other people want to fill it just to prove they still controlled something.

When she finally spoke, it was measured, if one ignored what her presence was doing to reality. “You’re close enough now that the air has to decide whether to keep supporting you.” she said quietly. Behind her, one of the pink spears shifted a fraction of an inch forward. The motion was so subtle it might have been imagined, like a grip adjusting on a throat that had just been acknowledged. Eve’s eyes stayed on him, but her attention felt larger than that. Expanding beyond him, past him, as if she was already mapping how much of the environment would need to be rewritten if things escalated.

“Angstrom sends distractions. Variants who think strength is the same as direction,” she continued, voice even. Samantha’s gaze flicked, briefly, past him toward the scattered group behind, still fracturing into argument, aggression, and hesitation. Some were already leaving while others were looking for fights they did not yet understand were too late to win before her eyes returned to Sinister Mark. The pink glow behind her deepened slightly, the color saturating as if the air itself was being stained from within. The spears responded in unison, their orbit tightening, formation refining, like a system narrowing focus before execution. “You’re the first one who decided to approach, but don’t think I’m easy to kill.” Her expression remained unchanged. “You should correct that assumption, before I decide you’re already past the point of learning,” she said softly as tilted her head a fraction. A concentrated pressure settled around Sinister Mark alone, testing the limits of his structure in quiet increments, like something patiently probing for weak points rather than striking them outright.

[stxrvingsin]

STXRVINGSIN independent roleplay&ask blog for SINISTER MARK from INVINCIBLE. crossover and oc friendly, selective for roleplays, non selective for asks. canon divergent interpretation based primarily on the show and personal headcanons, with some inspiration from the comics. penned by SHISA.

━━ 18+ only, minors dni. disturbing themes ahead.

[bunnpan]

eveeee

[gazelessmenagerie]

The word failed to be caught as he kept pushing his labor along, the brisk air sending spikes down his throat with each inhale. Biting cold tried to pierce its long fangs into the heat of his palms; to staunch the life that flowed behind callous. Only when the brazen hue of pink flare within the snowball did the Brute halt in his pacing, instinct bringing him to step backwards two paces as sharp eyes noted the shift of the field around.

Mesmerized by the effects of a strange power, the malformed sphere trembled and shaped itself as a foundation soon to be joined by smaller recreations. Broly could not put a name to it if he tried, caught watching with a faint recollection of a time when the world seemed so big to once gentle and curious eyes watching from beneath a shrouded canopy on the many herbivorous fauna grazing upon a bright azure grassland on a distant planet.

Twigs and stones floated, thin panes of ice all were collected and used to form facial features upon the newly-made 'snow-man' as the Earthlings called it. A foolish thought to bring forth his hand almost gave in to impulse, a desire to simply feel the surface and marvel how pristine such a creation had been born without a finger ever being lifted.

It was better than anything he could hope to make.

An act of Creation rather than Destruction.

The image of a desert flower blooming crossed his mind, how harsh its environment lay but despite every day attempting to snuff it from existence; the flower still refused to die until the rainfall came to bless with its life giving sustenance. Dark brows furrowed, his eyes lost in thought to the point he didn't notice the brighter hue glimmering beneath his feet. Not until the shadows rising upon the ground finally tore his head from the clouds of his own folly and his eyes widened to the sight of a snowy army surrounding him.

" ... ? "

Caught like a deer in headlights, admonishment mentally befell himself on being careless in his wayward distraction. Limbs sprouted, the soft and laughably rounded forms grew sharper as if they might come alive with their vacant eyes boring into his own. Intuition brought his tail to curl towards the safe harbor beneath the maroon sash around his hips, hooking firmly around his hips to secure a glaring weakness.

'Pawns.'

Soldiers born of ice and snow, the words spoken by Eve instigated the familiar burn of a warrior's spirit beneath the flesh of the Saiyan. A song of war he had been taught since he was young, the scorching instinct bristling at the hairs upon the back of his neck.

The shudder of his breath, fists clenched.

Then.. a fanged smirk full of teeth and malicious glee cut deeply across his lips.

No reason to bother wasting his breath. The sharp slash of icy wind filled his lungs.

Broly's figure maneuvered for evasion as opposed to tanking through the first two icy soldiers, lanky frame diving low to a crouch. The sun blotted with the shadow of the second, its aim clear.

Broly snurled, lunging out to the side and catching himself with both palms landing into the snow ridden field. His arms bunched with power, pushing himself off in a backwards flip.

His feet did not betray him but just barely as the slight slip of his heel almost had his heart jump with the forgotten factor of fighting on slippery terrain. His weight immediately worked against him, the shift underfoot catching him on the back-peddle. Burst of powder blinded him, the sharp weight of impact barreling with the sound of bone and flesh being hit. A sharp grunt bit itself back, his shoulder blade brimming with an ache.

Darkness shut his vision from the world, ears catching on the lunging of bodies closing in-

A hitch of a growl clutched at his throat, his legs felt the tremor beneath..!

Instinct brought his fists up and slammed them down to create a vicious shock wave uprooting the soil beneath outwards. Silvery flesh tore apart to reveal the frozen dirt beneath, creating much needed space for the Brute to swipe at his tightly shut eyes and clear them of the icy powder. Seconds were as vital as the air in his lungs when caught in the swarm of enemies.

Fists clenched harsh, flesh running hotter as the Saiyan opted to take an offensive front and lunged directly for one of his foes with a reeled-back fist poised to strike through the formation of their head.

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Samantha did not flinch when the first impact rang out because her vantage point, the battlefield, unfolded like a pattern already written, every movement of his body translating into a corresponding adjustment in hers. The moment his fists struck the ground, and that violent shockwave tore outward, her eyes sharpened. The nearest snowmen shattered under the force, their forms exploding into bursts of powder and fractured ice. For a fleeting second, the field opened, and Eve’s fingers twitched as the snow did not stay broken.

Loose powder compressed violently, fragments snapping back together with unnatural cohesion. The pieces that should have fallen uselessly instead reassembled, denser now, tighter, more refined than before. The ones he destroyed did not return as they were, but they returned improved. “Adaptation,” Eve murmured under her breath, more to herself than to him. Her hand lifted slightly, palm angled toward him, and the faint pink glow deepened, no longer soft, but saturated, threading through the battlefield like veins beneath skin. The ground responded, and behind Broly, the snow didn’t rise this time; it surged. A massive shape forced itself upward in a violent upheaval, dwarfing the previous constructs. What had once been scattered terrain compacted into a towering golem, its form no longer resembling something playful or crude. The being’s torso thickened, limbs elongating with unsettling proportions, joints forming where none should exist. Its head tilted downward, hollow gaze locking onto him with silent intent, and then another emerged.

To the male’s left, the earth cracked again, snow folding inward rather than outward, compressing into something broader and heavier. A second giant pulled itself free from the ground, its arms dragging momentarily as if weighed down by their own density before lifting, fingers flexing with a slow, deliberate curl. The woman exhaled softly, watching him now with a steadier focus. “If the smaller ones are distractions, then these are something closer to pressure,” she said, her voice carrying just enough to reach him between the chaos.

The ginger’s wrist rolled, which caused the remaining smaller snowmen to not retreat, but they changed purpose. Instead of a direct assault, they broke formation, scattering around him in widening arcs. Their movements became less aggressive, more strategic as some circled and others halted entirely, crouching low as if waiting. The larger snow golems moved as the first brought its arm down in a crushing arc, not wild but measured, aiming not just to strike, but to herd. The second followed half a beat later, stepping in to cut off escape, its massive limb sweeping horizontally to intercept any attempt to evade outward. Sam’s fingers pulsed once, causing the pink power to wash over the snow beneath his feet to grip him. The intention of the snow grabbing his feet was not to trap completely, but enough to resist, to delay, to steal fractions of a second. The scattered snow from earlier, all the remnants of every shattered construct, had not fallen back to the ground, but it lingered, suspended, barely visible against the pale sky. A sudden, concentrated cascade descended directly toward him, thick and heavy, designed not to bury, but to obscure his space just as the larger snowmen closed in from both sides. Eve remained still through all of it, her posture unchanged. However, her eyes never left him.

[poohsources]

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[3tara]

i have returned with invincible fanart

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He had to admit she was beautiful. His blue eyes beneath the helmet stared her down as he stood there in silence. Studying her. He had yet to read her. See her thoughts. No doubt confident in her abilities. Most with powers do. And it was understandable. He too was confident in his powers as a telepath. His head tilting as he smirked at her.

"It would be a waste to fight you."

(Young stryfe)

@stabyoureyes

The woman’s eyes narrowed beneath the hood, pink light flickering faintly across her skin, a subtle rhythm that pulsed with awareness. The stranger was tall, confident, and smirking, a telepath who thought they could read her. The ginger didn’t move or speak, but instead, she studied him back. “You’re confident,” she said finally, her voice low, smooth, almost dismissive. Her hands rested lightly at her sides, fingers brushing the edges of the leather pouches that carried her life. Samantha’s eyes glimmered because she could take him, but the female was never interested in proving strength.

She was interested in control and in knowing the battlefield before anyone even realized they were on it. Atom Eve tilted her head slightly, letting her pink aura pulse faintly beneath the surface, a subtle warning he wouldn’t be able to interpret yet. “Then don’t, waste is a human concept, not mine,” she said, soft but sharp. A pause stretched between them, and every second was measured, dangerous. The villainess could feel the tension, the push and pull of their powers, the silent testing of wills.

[meezimoo]

Some chibi examples I did for vgen. Can't waittt for the new season AAH

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"So, pink Barbie is alive."She steals her mother's coffee. "You're too old to wear tights, you know."

@viltrumempress

Samantha froze for just a heartbeat as Terra’s words hit her ears, as her daughter didn’t even bother with pretense and simply lifted the coffee from ginger’s hand like it had always belonged to her. The older woman’s lips twitched, caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. She let out a soft sigh, the one that usually came before a lecture or a laugh, and her eyes softened as she watched Terra cradle the stolen coffee like a trophy.

She shook her head, leaning against the counter, letting the moment linger. “One day, you’re going to realize that being a smart-mouthed kid is only slightly easier than being a grown-up,” Samantha spoke softly. If coffee and clever insults were the tools of a morning battle, the ginger wasn’t about to fight too hard against the young girl. With a flick of her wrist, a pink shimmer washed over Terra, transforming the clothes she had been wearing into a big, ugly Barbie dress as a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips.

[mxventastic]

oh yeaaahhhhhhhhh