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hey there! 🌸 i just want to say it's really commendable for you to be posting so much opm content. especially with the amount of energy it takes to write and release content on such a frequent basis 💞 i can't wait to see more of your writing 🌺 as a newbie opm writer, i really look up to you so 🤗🥳

Hey thank you for the kind words! I haven’t been active lately, but I hope to get back into it! Good luck on your own writing! This fandom needs so much more love! <3 

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Hello! I was so happy when I saw that you were coming back to being more active! I wanted to know if you'd mind giving my new blog a shoutout! Thank you in advance and for the great posts, and hope you're having a great day!

Hi there!! You can certainly have a shout out! Good luck with your blog and have fun writing! ^_^

Follow them for OPM and Drifters content guys!

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Hmm... ok... if Child Emperor, Zombieman, and Metal Bat had the choice of getting a building commissioned just for them, what would they want it to be and what would it have? (E.g. apartment, gym, laboratory, just a hang out space, etc.)

Hey there deviant3lover!

Stella here. Imagining this was really fun! Apologies for both us being quite busy at the moment. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things soon! (I spend a lot of time on thinking through prompts waaaay too much; I’ll try to knock them out more efficiently!)

Word count: 612

Child Emperor: Apparently, CE has a lab in Y-City already — but he’d commission a huge addition to it. He’s such a budding workaholic (is it being a workaholic when work is play?), he’d expand the existing lab to be an entire multi-level, sprawlingly interconnected complex. 

Underground and on the first floor, kept under strict biometric lock-and-key: an even bigger lab and tinker space with room to grow, a testing center for his inventions, a battle simulation and training center, an office with his computers and notebooks.

On the top floors: a nap room, and of course can’t forget the bathroom and a small kitchen/pantry for all them snacks (I imagine he still goes home on the regular, no full-blown apartment yet). 

On the first floor and second floors, open to the public: a small campus where he teaches his classes, as well as an enclosed courtyard-style playground with a soccer field when he needs to take a good hard break. 

In short, it’s all designed to let him be in close proximity to his lab for most of the time.

Zombieman: he doesn’t want a lot — he’s a pretty simple dude, rather content with most whatever he’s got, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to appreciate the finer things in life (and again, these things tend to be simple pleasures, too).

He’d most likely commission a humble one-room getaway cabin in the mountains. It’s not too fancy, it’s just got the basics: running water, a few camp lanterns (he sees pretty well in the dark), and a nice, plush futon. 

It’s a handy central base when he’s got to do detective business around the area, but aside from that, it’s a nice weekend retreat for those times when he doesn’t want anybody to find and bother him. Usually he’ll choose to come to unwind a bit and be in solitude with his thoughts somewhere in the woods. He appreciates seeing the seasons change here whenever he returns here; a nice sense of the passage of time that’s dulled when living in the city.

His favorite time there is when he can soak in the natural hot springs while it’s snowing. It’s made even better with a glass of whiskey, on the rocks (and there’s no one to tell him off for bringing beverages into the onsen).

—oh I guess this turned into me daydreaming about Zombieman srynotsry

Metal Bat: this dude does everything for Zenko. He also doesn’t seem to currently want for anything in particular...so when approached with this offer, the only thing he can think of is to build a music center. Pffft haha typical, dude.

The recital hall will probably get used most of the time by the city, to be honest, but Zenko can be the headliner whenever she’s to be in a concert, obviously. He expects her to mostly use the practice rooms in the back, but when she’s ready to be up on that stage you bet his ass is gonna be in one of the front-row seats. 

Don’t forget that he’s requested a weight room too (labeled “Janitorial”, don’t wanna ruin the recital hall vibe) so he can listen to her practice over the speakers while he works out. And also you can’t walk out the atrium without seeing the cat cafe/adoption center plopped right to the side because he thought, damn, wouldn’t Zenko love that?

He didn’t quite think the hodgepodge building through when he requested it; it was a scatterbrained comment that poorly rammed together things Zenko would like. It’s not half-bad — the poor architect tried their best to make logical sense of the layout.

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Hi boo! I just wanted to know if my old asks were on the new list? No pressure, I was just curious. I think I remember like... One 😂

Yeah they are! I didn’t delete the last batch of asks. So I can add them to the to do list again. Thanks! ^^ 

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Hello~, I don't know if you received my request for Genos, Garou and Sonic, Tumblr usually eats my asks ^^'

If it’s the one about them helping their s/o with university stress, it’s on the to do list! Make sure to check it first, we update it as quickly as possible and even give a date of when we received it! ^^ Thank you!

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voilabuki replied to your post “I need to send ir on two parts So heres first! Hai! I really would...”

I REALLY LOVE IT ITS GREAT!! AHHH U DID GREAT JOB !!!

I’m so glad you liked it! Btw, I checked your insta for OC reference - you’re making great progress on your art. I can tell you’re working hard and your efforts are coming out beautifully. I admire that, keep it up!

Stella

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I need to send ir on two parts So heres first! Hai! I really would like to send u a pic but i dont know how aaah Okay So: shes 17yo i have Story like She trained with Garou when He was still in dojo, i Hope u understand uwu. Also shes really powerfull Esper / she fall from Sky (cosmic Esper) She Is 160cm tall but She have 170-180 cm long hair i know crazy 😂 She wears glasses and shes blind without them. Umh personality: like caring, really sweet but also rude at the same time. Kinda cocky, but

Hello @voilabuki!

Here’s a cute scenario with Garou and Aria! I tried my best to write your OC and what you requested!

I hope you enjoy,

Stella

Word count: 935

“Garou! What are you doing— Hey, stop!” 

“Eeh?” Garou stood up menacingly from a hulking crouch, carelessly tossing the pieces of Mumen Rider’s cracked helmet aside, next to the pile of groaning Tank-Toppers. Was someone else asking for a beating? He cracked his neck lazily before turning around to face the voice.

“What do you think you’re doing? Are you stupid or what?” The girl stomped her foot angrily, hands on her hips. Her agitation was lifting long skeins of hair away from her body, giving the impression that she was underwater. The strands waved about like charmed snakes.

“Oh, Aria. It’s you. I’m uh, hunting...heroes. Duh.”

She let out a huge sigh and pushed her thick glasses up with a finger. “Seriously? Don’t you have better things to do? I thought it was just a rumor and came to check, but you really are stupi—”

“—Gimme a sec, I gotta finish pulping these guys.”

“For the love of god, Garou, they’re barely ranked, don’t you dare turn your back on m— Garou!”

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, pipsqueak?”

“You should know. I’m going to beat you until you see sense, of course. It’ll be just like old times,” she said cockily. Her body began glowing with the telltale absinthe green of an esper-type fighter.

Garou snorted. “Heh. When I win, you’re going to let me finish my business here. I think you’ll be surprised at how things have changed...” He answered her invitation for a spar with a powerful leap, his hands outstretched to grab and throw her.

He was gently rebuffed by an invisible current, his aggressive trajectory redirected to the right of Aria. “When I win, you’re going to go home and think about what you’ve done. Now sit.” Her hand came up, helping her visualize the molding of psychic energy, and she exerted a crushing pressure on Garou.

Cracks appeared on the concrete, instantaneously spidering out from his feet as he resisted what felt like increased gravity weighing on every single bone in his body. He feigned weakness, knees yielding in the slightest manner, and he gave himself a few seconds to get used to moving against the added resistance. This was basically weight training on steroids, he told himself…

“I worry about you, you know. You always were hot-headed, off doing dumb crap and dragging me with you... Anyway, you can’t move. Now, do you concede the match?”

“I…” His toes curled and flexed freely. Then he pounced.

She staggered back and sat hard on her backside, the green glow blinking out abruptly as her concentration broke with surprise. “What the— ow! What the hell, Garou! My glasses! That was a low blow, damn—” A slow trickle of blood started flowing out her nostrils. 

“...” To be frank, Garou was a bit surprised at the outcome himself. He had clocked her good. This had never happened before in their spars (being an esper meant that everything usually ended up being pretty low-contact) and he wasn’t quite sure what to do. 

Aria wiped her bloody nose on her sleeve. “What do you have to say for yourself? Don’t give me the silent treatment. We might be friends but god if I’m not pissed at you right now.”

“Uh.” Damn, he didn’t mean to bloody her nose or break her glasses. He hadn’t really thought about what would happen afterwards, he had just acted on instinct. As usual. If the coyote had ever managed to catch that roadrunner...that was what Garou probably felt like right now.

The girl heaved a huge sigh. “You know I can’t see without my glasses, stupid, now I’m going to have to wait for like a week or something to get another pair. Damn it, Garou.”

“Um.” He finally leaned over her and offered her a hand up. “Let’s get out of here before people find out.”

She took it grudgingly and pulled herself up. “Fine. I guess I’ll find my way home. Somehow. I can’t do anything else in this state.”

Garou laughed in her face. “For an esper, you’re pretty helpless. Can’t even fix your own eyesight, huh.” 

“I will find you and kill you slowly. When I can see again.” 

“That’s dumb. What’s so great about psychic powers when you can’t even use it without seeing your target.”

Aria gave Garou a nasty glare in his general direction. She dusted herself off as she took out her phone to call a friend, placing it inches away from her face and squinting at the screen.

“Hey, hey, you don’t need to do that. Put your phone away. I’ll get you home, Aria. I guess.” He sounded very guilty under the reluctant tone.

She looped her hands around his forearm as he offered it. “That’s sweet of you, but I guess it’s the least you can do after all this. Anyways, maybe we can catch up. Oh! What about those guys…”

“They’re alive. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Ah, okay…” Aria took what she could get, unwilling to press further. She tugged at his arm to signal him to get going, and both began walking down the path towards her house. “Had dinner yet?”

“I never say no to free food.”

“I didn’t say it was free. Hey, turn left on 3rd when we get to it.”

“Then I pass. The dumpster’s always free, and it never talks back.”

If she remembered what he’d said was his prize for winning, she cleverly didn’t mention it. Garou and Aria continued bickering all the way to her place, his hero hunt seemingly abandoned for now.

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DEAR STELLA, may I have some really fluffy smut HC's with Zombieman and reader who've just recently gotten together? :3c Maybe they're exploring and it's p vanilla? THANK YOU!~ Anzu (●♡∀♡)

Yo. I continue my hot streak of being incredibly long-winded and literally unable to keep HCs under 700 fucking words (yup definitely failing Saitama’s 20-words-or-less rule in the most spectacular fashion here).

NSFW under the cut.

Enjoy (you filthy readers of filth),

Stella

Word count: 743

Zombieman’s schedule is kind of unpredictable. He’s well aware of this and he definitely tries to make it up to you, being sure to thoroughly enjoy the time you spend together after he comes back from missions — in every way possible. He makes sure you’d never forget him when he has to inevitably be gone again for another long while. ;)

He loves taking care of you, one of his few precious people. This carries over into the bedroom — your wish is his command, and he melts like putty in your hands. When you first start sleeping together, it’s soft and gentle and full of affection. <3

Z is quite protective of you; he doesn’t treasure many things but this relationship is one of them. Any monster that shows even a hint of messing with you in any way...watch out, Z’s coming for ya. Nothing fucks with his baby. A lot of times after short missions, he’s still pumped with adrenaline and needs to blow off some steam. After calling you, he comes over, peppers you in kisses while telling you exactly what you mean to him, and sweetly fucks you silly. You don’t mind at all.

This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a dominant side. After a little while together, you’re both curious to explore more, and get around to talking about your likes and dislikes, especially kinks… You expressed your desire for him to be a little more aggressive, and it’s like you’d flipped a switch or something. Damn this man is good at reading you, and being exactly as rough as you want him to be. His voice becomes assured and predatory, saying your name with this kind of lazy, amused drawl that he can tell gets you soaking wet. His enthusiasm definitely isn’t put upon, either...it comes straight from his heart...or pants? Both. But you always, always cuddle together afterwards.

It fills him with satisfaction to mark you up with hickies, something you get mildly upset about because you can’t do the same to him. To placate you and even the score, he tells you he really likes it when you scratch his back and bite him a little harder whenever he has you cum around his cock (usually after he’s teased you so much you beg him to pleeeease let you). So you do. (And you do, over and over until you have to beg him again to stop. He really seems to like hearing you plead his name.) Then, when you’re blissed out either on his chest or under him, you tell him how much you love him while he gently strokes your hair.

You’re surprised to find out that Z is a talker between the sheets, and he has the filthiest mouth (he seemed so reserved when you met…). He’s not self-conscious at all and just says whatever comes to his mind at the moment when he’s inside you, whether that’s gushing body worship or the dirtiest epithets. You can tell when he’s close to cumming because he straight up babbles and his words become almost incoherent and he starts cursing a lot. When he recovers, he’s as docile as a kitten and gazes at you with the softest, starriest eyes until you blush and look away.

You’re often asleep when he slips into your apartment after long missions; he is always very considerately sneaky and slides into bed without you noticing. When you wake up to him with his arms wrapped around your waist, you like to show how much you’ve missed him by getting him up in the best way, with your mouth wrapped around his— 

Z is surprised at first by how much you like giving head, but you scold him lightly and tell him that really, he shouldn’t be — and you can barely get this past your lips — the thing that turns you on most is to watch him uncontrollably twitch and moan and run his pretty little mouth until his eyes roll back in his head, after all. <3 He’s so, so cute when he turns pink and looks at you with those dazed red eyes like he doesn't know what to do with you.

You’re not opposed when he asks you if you want to try getting tied up next… and you’ve got some blindfolds with his name on it. You have the feeling this is just the beginning of a be-au-ti-ful relationship.

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PSA: I welcome all genres of prompts. Send your idle musings!

Heya lovely readers,

Stella here! Quick announcement – I’ve noticed we’ve been getting a lot of romance asks. I want to say: I appreciate all types of prompts! From my keyboard-hand glows world-wide welcome! (see FAQs for off-limits stuff though)

E.g. Want to know about platonic character-character relationships? Want a backstory for our best girl Manako? Want to know why the fuck the HA suits are so incompetent (okay I haven’t really thought about this yet and I’m not sure if I can even explain it in an entertaining way but it’s realistic af -- actually please don’t ask this, it sounds painful to write)? Maybe get some worldbuilding up in here?

Don’t get me wrong! I enjoy writing romance (my first love UwU), please keep those asks coming! But I really want to stretch my writing muscles and my creativity even further, and having a huge variety of prompts will get me there. Your shower thought prompt might even get me to reeeally think about stuff I’ve never considered about the OPM universe!

As always, I am the second coming of Hemingway unfortunately verbose as hell for a platform like Tumblr. I leave you with the immortal words of Emma Lazarus:

“…Send me your tired, your poor, Your anon shit-posts yearning to breathe free…”

I lift my lamp beside the golden door open askbox!!!,

Stella <3

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Can I have a headcanon/scenario (whichever you prefer)of Iaian proposing to his female SO please. Thank you!

Ahhh!~~ Iaian!! I loved this prompt so much!!

Please enjoy! It was fun to write! <3

Holly

Word Count: 1678

The Cherry Blossom branches were heavy from fresh flower blooms. 

 Iaian’s pocket was heavy from a boxed diamond ring.

 Every time the breeze blew, the long limbs nodded along the dirt path. 

 Every time (Name) looked at him and smiled, he’d rub a thumb over the box. 

With each motion, the path was filled with falling petals and the scent of pollen. (Name) sent him a curious expression with a tilted head, but shrugged when he gave her a shy smile.

It was early in the morning, and the only sources of sound were the winds of spring and the chirping of birds.

It was the perfect location and all Iaian had to do was find the right time. 

On either side of the swordsman, the beautiful but fleeting Sakura blossoms were in full bloom. Then a few steps ahead, the love of his life was chatting idly away, talking to him about everything she could think of. He hung onto every word she said: about how it was a shame the blossoms didn’t last long, about how happy she was to spend the day with him and finally about what they would get for breakfast.

Perhaps because there was no one else around but him, (Name) played with the blossoms as they fell, her dress flared out and she laughed when she caught one. The stray cherry blossoms floating in the wind circled around her as she spun to show him, and Iaian couldn’t help but stare in awe. 

As always she caught him red-handed gawking at her. Just like he had when he first saw her, and she quickly closed the distance pull at his wrist. 

With so much on his mind, the action brought him back to his old self. The shier one in the relationship, the one that blushed at any sign of her interest. The sight only seemed to make (Name) sigh in happiness.

“Come on, I want to see what’s next!” She tugged him and laughed when he held his ground. Iaian couldn’t help but smirk and gave a slow pull of his arm, reeling her back in. Suddenly she was walking back towards him and she giggled and half-heartedly struggled against his grip. 

“Oh no nono! Iai! I know what that look says—” 

With one last tug (Name) fell into him, all warm and softer than anything. He had forgone his chest plate and her body was so welcome as he pulled her into a squirming hug. Their breaths intermingled, her own a mix of mint and tea, and her face close enough to kiss. 

“So unfair.” She protested with a thick voice, filled with affection. She was the one to kiss him first, however, despite how quick Iaian claimed to be. She slipped both of her hands over his ears, muffling out the sounds of the world and pulling him down to her height. Iaian’s face was peppered with kisses both big and small, fleeting and pressing. His stomach clenched at the heady rush of adoration that ran through him.

When she disconnected with a wet sound, (Name) looked up at him with a startled expression. 

“What is it?” 

“Oops…?” 

“Oops?!”

And she began rubbing at his face with both hands. 

“Did you —” He began incredulously, before being silenced with a peck on the lips. 

“...Guess I have too much lipstick on...” 

He jolted, “Really?”

“Don’t worry it’s wiping off! Hehe sorry!” 

Iaian couldn’t help but roll his eyes and laugh. He found he really didn’t mind. Her focused attention always made him feel strange. Her (color) eyes glittered as if she was staring at something precious, but it was only him. That was the only part of her he felt he might never completely understand...

 “I think I got it all. Don’t worry about it.” She promised in that playful way of hers. 

With a delayed smirk, Iaian rubbed at his lips with his sleeve for good measure. 

“It’s not like we’re meeting up with Master later or anything.” His light blue eyes narrowed.  

“Oh you know he thinks I’m a good match for you, what's a little proof of that gonna hurt?” Her voice was smug, but Iaian couldn’t tell her just how right she was. Receiving his master’s blessing on his intentions to marry had been an honor. She didn’t know how much she was liked by him, and by everyone, he thought that mattered...

With a pause he tried to keep his face playful, “Still, being covered in lipstick stains will get me months worth of goading from Bushi and Kama.” He cleared his throat as her inquisitive stare seemed to narrow its focus.

 “...Hey, are you okay today? You’ve been kinda…” (Name) looked at him with raised brows, and didn’t finish her sentence. 

 “Well I —” Did he want to say it now?  

He looked around him for a moment as if lost, the scenery was quite beautiful here, but maybe there was someplace better? 

“Are you actually tired? Even after getting me up so early?” 

His lips twisted into a begrudging smile at that. “No, I don’t think so. I’m just feeling...sentimental.” That was honest enough and seemed to bring a blush to her cheeks.

...In contrast to the petals that arrived two weeks ago and would leave just as quickly, (Name) had been in his life for three years. They had met in the Spring, had kissed by the Summer… Iaian hoped that today she would agree to be his forever.

“Well, when do you think we’re going to see the canal? We’ve been walking for a while.” (Name) muttered as she stepped out of the way of a low hanging branch. 

After meeting yet another limb of a great Cherry Blossom tree Iaian stepped in front of his love and lifted up the blushing pink branch. As usual, (Name)’s smile widened as she hurried to duck beneath it. 

“Thank you, Iaian~” One of her hands couldn’t seem to resist skimming over the black material of his sweater. In comparison, her dress just so happened to be a lovely white. A few petals of pink fell in the wind, and his love looked like something out of a dream…

And the weight of the red velvet box in his pocket seemed to be getting heavier.

“Oh Iaian…” She said as if she didn’t know what to do with him. 

He was staring at her again, but with a bashful smile, he offered her his arm for her to take. She slipped beside him, her body warm to the touch, and her favorite perfume sweet in his nose.  

“My apologies,” he whispered near her ear, “I want to stare at you forever.” 

He was looking at her as he said it, loving how it made her whole being seemed to light up at his words. 

“I’ll love you forever.” She whispered with her chin tucked down, and her cheek rubbing into his arm.    

He paused for a beat and repositioned his arm a little to slip his hand into his pocket. 

“Do you mean that?” His tone was gentle.

“(Name)...” and it suddenly sounded strange and less like her name, but more like a promise. 

She caught it immediately, her eyes growing wide and her lips parting with a tinge of worry. 

“Yes? Of course, I mean it!” 

She continued, “Don’t doubt it for a second!”

“I’m not...I just —” 

They stopped walking, and seemingly unsure of how to proceed, (Name) fidgeted under his stare, and held his arm a little tighter. Then she was doubly confused when Iaian slipped his arm out of her grasp and took a calm step backward. Then another. 

Then he kneeled slowly before her.  

The reaction was immediate — (Name)’s back went ramrod straight and her hands flew up to her mouth. 

“Iaian!” She exclaimed with her feet dancing and her whole body unable to keep still. He couldn’t help but chuckle and pull out the box ever so slowly. 

“Iaian!!” She exclaimed her brows to her hairline when she removed her hands from her mouth. 

“Oh my god! —” Her smile was squirming between ecstatic and emotional, and he wasn’t mistaken when he saw tears sparkling at the edge of her eyes. His heart almost cracked in two at the sight, but his voice deepened from the feeling in his words.

“(Name). I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He flipped the box open with his pointer finger, revealing an elegant silver ring studded with a single teardrop diamond. He held it up and felt his skin flush with heat as he watched tears slip down her face. 

“(Name).” He repeated to soothe her, and she nodded her head wordlessly before inhaling sharply. 

“Yes!” She gasped.

(Name) took a skidding step forward, her hands opening and closing rapidly as if wanting to move, but not certain if she should. “I want — I want to spend the rest of my life with you too! Can I hug you yet?! I love you! I love—”

The rest of her words were a blur, muffled in the skin of his collar as (Name) rushed into his body. Her arms slipped around his shoulders as she planted a hard kiss on his lips. 

And just like that, they molded together, the heat familiar, but the feeling behind it brand new. Iaian held a groan in the back of his throat when he squeezed her closer. 

When they disconnected, Iaian let her kiss him all over again, and when she was done he did the same to her. He kissed her forehead, each cheek, her nose, her lips over and over and over— He wanted to remind her that he would always love her. Always want her. He would do anything for her.

Then he drew back, breathless, “Wait! I need to—” he cleared his throat, “I need to ask properly!” 

She laughed, her breath hiccupping from emotion as she waited.

“(Name), will you marry me!” 

And she grinned, “Yes! I will!”

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Hello! It’s great to see you back again, you’re one of my favourite OPM writers! And greetings to Stella, it’s good to have you aboard •v• Is my Zombieman with a former experiment s/o still on the books? If not, I’d like to request it again if that’s alright. Good luck with the quarantine, and stay safe! •v•

Greetings Anon!

Okay well shit, maybe it’s impossible for me to do headcanons for prompts like these without turning it into a story-length outline, goddamnit. I always feel the need to put more and more detail to make it feel real. Hi, my middle name is ‘Extra’.

This also turned out to be a wild animal - morphed into a double whammy of HC-scenarios. I hope it’s close enough to hit what your prompt asks.

Enjoy under the cut,

Stella

Word count: 1202

Okay, so I get the feeling that successful mad scientists like Dr. Genus are not, in fact, running rampant, even in a universe like OPM’s. This shit takes a lot of hard work and knowledge and you gotta know what you’re doing. Most rogue scientists either quit because of the low success rate or get killed by their creations.

Zombieman’s SO would, in fact, be a scientist that volunteered to experiment on themselves, backed by a team in the Hero Association’s Research & Development biology division. (Side note, obviously no one in the OPM world ever has taken a course on scientific ethics or human subject research.) They’re trying to get powerful enough to become an A-class or even an S-class hero. They have a strong drive to make the world a better place, along with scientific curiosity (to see what they can do with their knowledge), and this is the result of their extreme devotion and obsession taken to its conclusion.

They know what they’re doing, but guys, shit happens. The experiment is only moderately successful due to some unforeseen hiccups. SO joins the Hero Association as a high B-rank hero. This obviously isn’t good enough to investigate further in, so that little research foray is scrapped by R&D and kept on the down-low. 

SO is neither particularly well-known nor obscure and they periodically suffer from side effects of surgical augmentations; their hero name is “Human Experiment” (lol). Zombieman hears about their vague origin story (at least part of it, anyway) and seeks them out to find out if they were also a victim of the House of Evolution, in hopes of tracking down Genus.

He’s disappointed to find that they are not part of the House of Evolution. Despite that, he still feels a weird kinship of sorts with them, and they end up talking a little longer. Zombieman ends up enjoying their company, and they start hanging out whenever they’re both at HQ. Because it’s classified information, SO doesn’t reveal at this point that they experimented on themselves with the help of the HA.

After a few weeks, Zombieman finally asks SO out on a proper date, and it’s during this first date that SO reveals their true origins as an experiment, because they don’t feel like they should let Z get into a relationship with them under this huge lie of omission. Z is surprised and a little disappointed since he’d been under the impression that they’d had an extremely similar experience to him. But, they didn’t actively deceive him about it, so he puts it behind him and accepts it for what it is. 

Despite this, after a while of being in a relationship with SO, he feels able to talk about his experiences with them and is interested in hearing about how theirs was similar or different. He’s a little bitter, but too rational and calm to truly be upset about how his experimentation was forced, and how theirs was consensual and self-inflicted. It’s their past, they accept each other, it is what it is. 

Although they’ve both come to terms with their life before meeting each other, they still talk about their experiences together. It provides him with a source of relief to be able to share with someone the worst parts of his life that he can remember and not have to censor the most graphic parts. He shares his fears and anger, and they their hopes and doubts, about what they both went through during their experimentation. 

He shares his hatred of being drugged to the gills, the mindless terror of a prey animal he’d felt as he fought for his life and then died during the first few dozen times his regeneration was tested, desperately wanting to actually die to end it, the rush of adrenaline that still floods his body after he wakes before he realizes he’s no longer a captive in the basement. His sensitivity towards being called a monster as he is definitely still a human.

SO has the utmost empathy hearing about Z’s experience -- they were willing, but he wasn’t; they imagine their own experimentation if it were non-consensual and how awful it would have been. SO is extremely indignant on his behalf and can’t help but rant about how disrespectful it was to Z, how improper those procedures were, and how Genus is a disgrace to all scientists and shouldn’t be considered a proper one. They soothe Z with kisses and reassure that he is in no way a monster.

His SO shares their naive idealism that had spurred them to volunteer their body for the cause, their wavering conviction as it became clear that the overwhelming success they had planned for was no longer guaranteed, their uncertainty that it was worth it at all. Their struggles as they doubt if they’re human anymore: they look like one, but they feel like they’ve been changed on such a fundamental level, they’re not sure if they can even share the full human experience anymore.

Z is not unsympathetic towards SO and knows better than to blame them for their self-inflicted situation they’d created. He tells them that they shouldn’t worry if they’re human or not: their heart is in the right place and their actions are pure and good.

SO then confesses that they actually hate killing monsters because they feel that they’re too much like humans -- monsters have feelings, ambitions, thoughts, and dreams of their own. Zombieman reveals that his enjoyment of killing monsters (often brutally so) is only because he feels the desperate need to prove he’s not one.

Shit gets philosophical between them. They become engrossed in their conversation as the sun sets and the street lights flicker on. What is the line between human and monster? The difference between extreme experimentation and monsterization? There are humans that harm other humans in egregious ways, but they don’t get hunted down like monsters. There are monsters that don’t harm humans, but they are exterminated anyway. What makes a monster a monster? Intent, actions, self-perception, or how others see you? And in the end, does it even matter at all? 

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Finally, I have an unhealthy love of angst, so I have a little separate headcanon-plot about Zombieman and his little science-experiment-SO being in a steady relationship, but with the twist that they have to deal with the fallout of his SO’s experimentation, which is starkly different from his own outcome. 

His SO doesn’t have a “positive” result like Zombieman and their experimentation was botched and unsuccessful. Instead of regenerative abilities and basically not being able to die, she has the thematic opposite, i.e. slow-acting but terminal cancer from her exposure to the carcinogenic substances that were used during her time in captivity. 

She can buy a little time with amputations of body parts (contrast with Z being able to GROW BACK parts), but it will kill her eventually. She opts to do this to be able to spend more time with Zombieman, but they both have to deal with the consequences of her declining ability to be independent and care for herself with the loss of each limb. 

Oh lort I just made myself supremely sad.

[heroes-writing]

Ooh, we doing this? Okay, FMK Metal Bat, Amai Mask, King. (If you still are up for them)

Oh, second FMK of the day? Don’t mind if we do.

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Interesting choices! Let’s see! I think I would...

Marry Metal Bat!! He would actually be a great husband like aaa he would treat his significant other with SO MUCH love and respect ;; He is probably the best choice even if he is a little reckless in his actions, and I would get sick with worry.

Fuck King <3 but I’m looking forward to the video game sesh afterward tbh. Or the video game session that will preface it...Idk I really like video games just like King, we’d have that in common <3

Kill Amai Mask. GOSH I have to admit, killing Amai Mask takes priority lmao. Choosing between the other two is small potatoes in comparison lmao. I just--It would take a lot to give me an option where Amai Mask DOESN’T die sorrryyyyy ===≡≡≡｡ﾟ┌(ﾟ´Д`ﾟ)┘ﾟ｡

Holly

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Oof, this one doesn’t have Zman as an option? Send it back, I don’t want it.

Kill: Amai Mask.

He’s not kind at all (at least for the right reasons), everything he does is self-serving and about image, and he doesn’t treat the people around him well. He cares too much about what other people think. He’s the best worst example of a popular, good-looking person who is actually a terrible human being. His character is such a huge turn-off to me (though I did get a little more sympathy for him with the latest story and having to write HCs for him lol).

Okay, I guess his character is pretty tragic. I have a teeny feeling for him.

Sorry, dudes. I think at this point killing him might actually be doing him a favor. Just put him out of his misery already.

Fuck: King.

I’m not super attracted to King, but gotta say I’m pretty curious as to what he’d be like in the sack… I can’t get a good enough read on him to tell.

He’s the total stereotypical otaku (besides the accidentally being a hero thing), and he seems like he could get real sweet once you get him to calm down from being a nervous wreck all the time. OR YOU KNOW, you could lean into it and try to get to see how red he can get kekekeke

Marry: Metal Bat.

I think Badd is a pretty cool guy. Eh kills aleins and doesnt afraid of anything. ALRIGHT SHITPOSTING OVER here’s the tea --

I don’t normally go for hot-headed guys with an intelligence rating of 3 lmao BUT -- he’s a cute, loveable idiot with a big heart. HE MIGHT BE BOOK-DUMB, but he’s genuine and earnest, and that’s attractive. 

To me, his hot-headedness really shows his passionate nature -- he’s not afraid to show his feelings and doesn’t hold anything back. (Actually TALKING about more sensitive topics that make him feel vulnerable is a different beast though…keep working out but on that emotional intelligence, Badd.) Gotta love someone with a zest for life. Please stop hitting yourself in the forehead, though. 

Hanging out with him seems fun and this is super important for an enjoyable, stable marriage. Aaaand he’s good-looking especially so once he decides to stop doing that stupid thing with his hair AND HIS SISTER IS THE CUTEST FLKDSJF what else can I say oooof he’s actually such a big kindhearted softie despite dressing/acting like a delinquent, it makes my heart melt. (trope much?)

He’s got most of his shit on lock (responsible where it matters, re: Zenko), and seems like he can grow into a pretty dang good life partner. Even though he’s definitely always going be acting like a child on the outside in some capacity he’s got the maturity to handle a long-term relationship/marriage (but please let him grow a bit, graduate high school and maybe if his lil peabrain can handle it finish college first omg I don’t condone underage relationships)

Stella

[heroes-writing]

This for the both of you Holly and Stella - fuck, marry, kill for Zombieman, Genos and Flashy Flash

Hey Anon, glad you asked! Here’s our answers.

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Kill Flashy. Sorry bro. I guess I don’t like long haired guys all that much. :3c I would also like to be closer to the others in comparison lol.

I’d fuck Genos because, hey, I’m pretty curious and I’d probably never forget THAT experience.

And of course, I’d marry Zombieman because not only does he’d react more normally to situations (lmao - look at how Genos reacts sometimes) I also think Z-man would be a good companion. <3 (he’s also very sexy? and cool? and I’m pretty sure a wife can fuck her husband right????) (Also I’d never have to worry about him dying tbh, that’s p key) Together forever is something I want! <3

Holly

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HAHAHA oh this gun be gud.

Marry: Zombieman

UH OBVIOUSLY. He’s actually the only one I wouldn’t mind committing to a long-term partnership with. I love his personality, he seems to have his shit together, has the fucking cutest relationship with Child Emperor, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s eaaaaasy on the eyes (￣ω￣ ) 

So uh yeah, yes please I’d like a little marriage on the side of my hanky-panky main course heeyyoooooo (good luck getting a life insurance payout on this guy though if one day you decide to become a wealthy mYsTeRiOuSlY widowed woman)

Fuck: Flashy Flash

This guy looks promising for a fun roll in the hay. Typical pretty boy and you’ve seen that hot springs OVA right? ;3

His personality stinks though. How dare you be rude to Saitama. Self-involved and arrogant w/ a fragile ego. 0 redeeming character traits I’ve seen so far. I’m going to enjoy bringing him down a peg or two but he better look good while I’m doing it. *whipcrack*

Kill: Genos.

Srynotsry. The thought of yoking myself to this dude for the long haul makes me want to commit myself (to an asylum). The boy talks too damn much. 

Apologies readers, he’s a great character and brings a lot to the story but daaaaang the thought of any matrimonial and/or fuckery makes my brain liquid and my sauce dry.

Stella

[heroes-writing]

Welcome to the blog Stella!!! Who are ur favourite one punch man characters?!

Hi Anon,

My favorites are Zombieman (obvs if you’ve seen my writing), Metal Bat, Zenko, Manako, Mumen Rider, and Child Emperor!

(Needed updates coming to ‘about’ section soon :o) Thanks for writing!

- Stella

[heroes-writing]

oh sure thing! im glad you told me. what about amai mask reacting to his s/o that still loves him even after knowing that hes a monster and a wanted fugitive?

**WEBCOMIC SPOILERS**

Holy balls this turned long! I have to admit, I’m not the biggest fan of Amai Mask, but I couldn’t help getting into his head when writing this. It was a surprising feels trip for me whilst imagining these bittersweet headcanons.

Please enjoy,

Stella

Word count: 795

- Amai Mask and his SO meet in person, as he intends to find closure/settle things in their relationship, however that turns out. He’s not sure himself about where things will go between them. 

- He’s leaning towards breaking up with his SO. He’s so sure that they wouldn’t want to be with him anymore, but when he tells them so and that he’s ending their relationship, they reveal that they still love him, and beg him not to. His SO says they don’t care about what he looks like, if he’s a monster or fugitive, or what anybody else thinks, he’s still the same Amai Mask to them. He’s touched, but his mental state as it is now is that he can’t believe that they still love him and don’t want to break up. His conflicted mentality leads them both to have a heated argument about this. His SO pleads, begs, bargains, tries to get through to him that it doesn’t matter, they love him and they can help him through this, if only he’d believe in them. 

- During this conversation, Amai Mask would feel a mixture of relief, gratitude, self-loathing, and guilt. Relief and gratitude that SO still loves him, despite the revelation of his true nature as a monster, and his drastic change in status with the Hero Association (and human society). Self-loathing at himself for putting his SO through this kind of pain. Guilt that he doesn’t deserve their love -- he’s ugly, a monster, and a fugitive. Maybe even the tiniest bit of anger that they’re making this harder than it has to be and that his SO is so stubborn that they didn’t just stop loving him when they found out his secret.

- He definitely is still struggling with his self-image, his steep drop in status pretty much overnight, and people knowing about his true physical appearance. The reveal happened quite abruptly and out of his control; he didn’t expect or prepare for it, and he hasn’t had time to emotionally process it or come to terms with it. Because of this, Amai Mask thinks that his SO can find someone better if he leaves them, someone who’s truly beautiful inside and out.

- A person’s belief system usually can’t change overnight, and deep down, Mask still places the highest value on beauty -- his hatred for ugliness was so extreme that it turned him into a monster, after all. He’s carried this with him basically his entire hero career, and even worshipped it. Why wouldn’t he? It was what brought him up to the highest highs as the most popular celebrity in the world and a powerful hero, and now he’s at his lowest low as a monster fugitive. Because of his emotional baggage, he’s projecting his insecurities onto his SO, and subconsciously still thinks that beauty is the most important thing to his SO. Part of him might not even believe them when they say they love him, because his opinion of himself is so poor right now. 

- Although Saitama inspired Amai Mask to try to be better, and despite the fact that he even has Saitama’s approval, he’s still struggling with himself. He might be beautiful on the inside, but to him, the outside still matters a lot, and his outside is now a huge source of shame for him. 

- It brings him comfort, so he briefly lets himself daydream about being on the run together with SO or carrying on a secret relationship, but he hates himself too much at this point to bring them down with him. He’s also worried that he’ll continue to monsterize and hurt his SO in the future, which is the thing that he fears most in the world. Everything is unstable for him right now.

- Ultimately, Amai Mask is not in a good mental spot for a healthy relationship at the moment, and he really needs to focus on accepting himself as he is, healing his own shattered self-worth, and regaining stability in his life. But he’s in too much pain to be self-aware enough to realize this, and instead it’s his overwhelming shame that leads him to reject his SO.

- Amai Mask just can’t see how his SO could still love him, because he doesn’t love himself. He thanks them, they share a last embrace and maybe a kiss if he can bear it, and he ends the relationship for what he thinks is the good of his SO. He hates to see them cry, but he feels it’s for the best. Maybe someday he’ll heal enough so they can be together again. His heart is breaking, so he can’t help but give his SO a promise he’s not sure he can keep: that when he becomes deserving of them, he’ll come find them.

[heroes-writing]

Was the older to do list deleted?

Answered this here!

- Holly

[heroes-writing]

Hey Stella! I'm the anon the requested the Zman fic, and goddamn, you delivered! I hope to see more from you soon! (Also, less schmoozing, more smooching amiright? jkjk)

Hey Anon <3

I am so glad you liked it; your support means a lot! I had a lot of fun writing it. I’ll try to put out more stuff as my schedule allows!

- Stella

P.S. don’t you DARE ever jk about more zombieman smooches, no need to be ashamed. it’s all i’m here for and you know it’s coming. THERE WILL BE KISSES, SO MANY KISSES. (and maybe more)