Jett The Speed Demon

I’m just a 25 year old speed demon running around here on Tumblr. Don’t mind me…

[cloudyskymuses]

[carry]

Requested muses: The Huntrix Girls

“Next time you tussle with a demon from Hell, just leave it to the professionals. You were lucky none of them pulled your shadows off the ground and killed you with them.”

Everyone in Hell can do that. I should know because I, Jett, had personally learned how. My cloak’s hood was off.

"We are the professionals around here." Well, aside from Celeste, but she was retired and has been for a while now. This was the first time she and the girls were carried around like a sack of potato's though...

"Well, none of them have ever done that before." Nor had they ever got the chance in their experience.

Zoey, on the other hand? She's knocked out.

[jettthespeeddemon]

“Yeah, Rumi?”

I narrowed my red eyes.

“Can you recall the last time a demon tried to devour your soul and your shadow in one inhalation? Or the last time one tried to burn you alive with magnesium based hellfire?”

I got her there. None of the demons she fought attacked like that before. I have faced things that’ll haunt not just Rumi’s nightmares but also Zoey’s and Mira’s nightmares too.

(This is what Jett looks like. He’s an illusion demon. BUT, unlike all the other demons the HUNTRIX girls know, Jett answers to nobody but himself.)

[elsaedelweiss]

A little something for the cousins. I’m pulling this from K-Pop Demon Hunters.

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

(The song is called Hanging in the Balance)

*Ama and Elise paused as they heard someone sing. Both frowned and threw each other a glance before taking off. They arrived at the source of the singing and froze, taking in the details of what was happening. Both pursed their lips and as soon as Jett finished, pulled out small orbs of fire and ice then landed behind Jett.* Halt right there! *Called out Ama projecting her regal voice.*

Who are you? *Called out Elise, her voice sounding stern.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

Jett paid no listening ear, having more important things to do than identify himself. He manifested his weapon—a scythe. Then he cleaved a demon in two. He continued his song.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul!🎵”

He soloed the demons coming at him, his scythe surgically bisecting the swarm of demons attacking him with his scythe.

“🎵Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know!🎵

He kicked demon ass and the demons are already running from him. But he’s not about to let them escape. He continues his song.

“🎵Your voice, it echoes like a ghost in the rain… Every what if burning like a flame…🎵”

The purple threads strangled the fleeing demons and prevented their escape. And Jett continued singing.

“🎵Time keeps on ticking, but the clock won’t speak! I’m chasing answers I may never keep, and who I need to be!🎵”

[elsaedelweiss]

*Ama and Elise observed him, eyebrows lifting in mild impression. Both crossed arms in front of them.*

You're either a devil hunter... *Spoke Ama.*

Or a devil with a score to settle regarding your own kind... *Added Elise.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

Jett ushered them to come fight with him. He’s clearly the former option. Once again, he sang the chorus of his song. His singing voice is clearly a magical ability.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know…🎵”

The song sounded like a mix of Chinese music and rock, and during the guitar solo, Jett was whooping tons of ass.

[elsaedelweiss]

*The two cousins looked at each other... And shrugged. With a snap of her fingers Elise summoned her viking lance, Kaamos, the shaft and blade covered in runes. Ama strode beside her, summoning with a snap of her fingers her twin katanas, Gekko Kitsunebi (Moonlight Foxfire) and Kimorebi Ryu no Ibuki (Sunlight Dragon's Breath).*

You want us to join you in kicking infernal butts... *Spoke Elise, deftly twirling her lance.*

Alright but you owe us an explanation after that. *Added Ama, deftly spinning her katanas.*

*The two cousins joined the fray.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

Then he sang the bridge. The music cut out to the piano.

“🎵The sun is sinking low, and I’m still on the wire. Cutting through my soul, will I rise or fall?🎵”

Demons were still hesitating to attack because of the effect Jett’s Honmoon based power has on them.

“🎵Your voice echoes like a ghost in the rain… will I rise, or will I fall?🎵”

The music kicks back in, by the time of which most of the demons have been driven back into the rift they came out of……not counting the stragglers faced by Jett and the pair of cousins.

“🎵Will I rise or fall? Will I rise or fall?🎵

The final chorus is on.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up, or will I fall? ‘Cause I don’t really know! Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know………🎵”

Threads began forming on the rift, and then the last demon was dragged back into it before it slammed shut with surgical precision. Now that the song was over, he can finally identify and explain himself. “You can call me Jett. The power I wield is one I call the Dark Honmoon,” he explained, “and the only thing dark about it is its appearance. It came out that way after I had discovered an abandoned temple that stuff like this was taught in, and learned to use power like that. It was a power that tortured me whenever it was used by others, but then it happened—it had adapted to my unique physiology. Plus, I had to SOMETHING to keep myself sane for the seven hundred year long journey I had. That being singing. Turns out, this power came in clutch when I was about to get jumped by hordes of these dingbats. It’s a far more surgical and beefed up version of a power you might be familiar with, but tuned for a solitary wielder and to run on intense emotion.”

[elsaedelweiss]

*Ama and Elise desummoned their weapons and extended hands.*

Amaterasu Akamatsu, or Ama for short. Pleased to meet you, Jett. *Greeted the tall redhead with golden eyes.*

And her cousin Elise Edelson. Nice to meet you, Jett. *Added the petite blackhead with heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one green.*

Nice power and badass combat skills, *praised Ama.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

“Indeed.”

Jett slipped back the hood of his cloak to show his real face. His red eyes met their eyes. He was revealed to have white hair with red tips and purple lensed mechanic goggles on his forehead.

“The song was called Hangin’ in the Balance. And the thing is that I myself have been doing that for 700 years straight.“

(That’s Jett!)

[elsaedelweiss]

A little something for the cousins. I’m pulling this from K-Pop Demon Hunters.

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

(The song is called Hanging in the Balance)

*Ama and Elise paused as they heard someone sing. Both frowned and threw each other a glance before taking off. They arrived at the source of the singing and froze, taking in the details of what was happening. Both pursed their lips and as soon as Jett finished, pulled out small orbs of fire and ice then landed behind Jett.* Halt right there! *Called out Ama projecting her regal voice.*

Who are you? *Called out Elise, her voice sounding stern.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

Jett paid no listening ear, having more important things to do than identify himself. He manifested his weapon—a scythe. Then he cleaved a demon in two. He continued his song.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul!🎵”

He soloed the demons coming at him, his scythe surgically bisecting the swarm of demons attacking him with his scythe.

“🎵Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know!🎵

He kicked demon ass and the demons are already running from him. But he’s not about to let them escape. He continues his song.

“🎵Your voice, it echoes like a ghost in the rain… Every what if burning like a flame…🎵”

The purple threads strangled the fleeing demons and prevented their escape. And Jett continued singing.

“🎵Time keeps on ticking, but the clock won’t speak! I’m chasing answers I may never keep, and who I need to be!🎵”

[elsaedelweiss]

*Ama and Elise observed him, eyebrows lifting in mild impression. Both crossed arms in front of them.*

You're either a devil hunter... *Spoke Ama.*

Or a devil with a score to settle regarding your own kind... *Added Elise.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

Jett ushered them to come fight with him. He’s clearly the former option. Once again, he sang the chorus of his song. His singing voice is clearly a magical ability.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know…🎵”

The song sounded like a mix of Chinese music and rock, and during the guitar solo, Jett was whooping tons of ass.

[elsaedelweiss]

*The two cousins looked at each other... And shrugged. With a snap of her fingers Elise summoned her viking lance, Kaamos, the shaft and blade covered in runes. Ama strode beside her, summoning with a snap of her fingers her twin katanas, Gekko Kitsunebi (Moonlight Foxfire) and Kimorebi Ryu no Ibuki (Sunlight Dragon's Breath).*

You want us to join you in kicking infernal butts... *Spoke Elise, deftly twirling her lance.*

Alright but you owe us an explanation after that. *Added Ama, deftly spinning her katanas.*

*The two cousins joined the fray.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

Then he sang the bridge. The music cut out to the piano.

“🎵The sun is sinking low, and I’m still on the wire. Cutting through my soul, will I rise or fall?🎵”

Demons were still hesitating to attack because of the effect Jett’s Honmoon based power has on them.

“🎵Your voice echoes like a ghost in the rain… will I rise, or will I fall?🎵”

The music kicks back in, by the time of which most of the demons have been driven back into the rift they came out of……not counting the stragglers faced by Jett and the pair of cousins.

“🎵Will I rise or fall? Will I rise or fall?🎵

The final chorus is on.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up, or will I fall? ‘Cause I don’t really know! Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know………🎵”

Threads began forming on the rift, and then the last demon was dragged back into it before it slammed shut with surgical precision. Now that the song was over, he can finally identify and explain himself. “You can call me Jett. The power I wield is one I call the Dark Honmoon,” he explained, “and the only thing dark about it is its appearance. It came out that way after I had discovered an abandoned temple that stuff like this was taught in, and learned to use power like that. It was a power that tortured me whenever it was used by others, but then it happened—it had adapted to my unique physiology. Plus, I had to SOMETHING to keep myself sane for the seven hundred year long journey I had. That being singing. Turns out, this power came in clutch when I was about to get jumped by hordes of these dingbats. It’s a far more surgical and beefed up version of a power you might be familiar with, but tuned for a solitary wielder and to run on intense emotion.”

[elsaedelweiss]

A little something for the cousins. I’m pulling this from K-Pop Demon Hunters.

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

(The song is called Hanging in the Balance)

*Ama and Elise paused as they heard someone sing. Both frowned and threw each other a glance before taking off. They arrived at the source of the singing and froze, taking in the details of what was happening. Both pursed their lips and as soon as Jett finished, pulled out small orbs of fire and ice then landed behind Jett.* Halt right there! *Called out Ama projecting her regal voice.*

Who are you? *Called out Elise, her voice sounding stern.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

Jett paid no listening ear, having more important things to do than identify himself. He manifested his weapon—a scythe. Then he cleaved a demon in two. He continued his song.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul!🎵”

He soloed the demons coming at him, his scythe surgically bisecting the swarm of demons attacking him with his scythe.

“🎵Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know!🎵

He kicked demon ass and the demons are already running from him. But he’s not about to let them escape. He continues his song.

“🎵Your voice, it echoes like a ghost in the rain… Every what if burning like a flame…🎵”

The purple threads strangled the fleeing demons and prevented their escape. And Jett continued singing.

“🎵Time keeps on ticking, but the clock won’t speak! I’m chasing answers I may never keep, and who I need to be!🎵”

[elsaedelweiss]

*Ama and Elise observed him, eyebrows lifting in mild impression. Both crossed arms in front of them.*

You're either a devil hunter... *Spoke Ama.*

Or a devil with a score to settle regarding your own kind... *Added Elise.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

Jett ushered them to come fight with him. He’s clearly the former option. Once again, he sang the chorus of his song. His singing voice is clearly a magical ability.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know…🎵”

The song sounded like a mix of Chinese music and rock, and during the guitar solo, Jett was whooping tons of ass.

[elsaedelweiss]

A little something for the cousins. I’m pulling this from K-Pop Demon Hunters.

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

(The song is called Hanging in the Balance)

*Ama and Elise paused as they heard someone sing. Both frowned and threw each other a glance before taking off. They arrived at the source of the singing and froze, taking in the details of what was happening. Both pursed their lips and as soon as Jett finished, pulled out small orbs of fire and ice then landed behind Jett.* Halt right there! *Called out Ama projecting her regal voice.*

Who are you? *Called out Elise, her voice sounding stern.*

[jettthespeeddemon]

Jett paid no listening ear, having more important things to do than identify himself. He manifested his weapon—a scythe. Then he cleaved a demon in two. He continued his song.

“🎵When I’ve been walking lines too thin to see, caught between what’s right and who I need to be! Who I need to be!🎵

Then he sang the chorus.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul!🎵”

He soloed the demons coming at him, his scythe surgically bisecting the swarm of demons attacking him with his scythe.

“🎵Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know!🎵

He kicked demon ass and the demons are already running from him. But he’s not about to let them escape. He continues his song.

“🎵Your voice, it echoes like a ghost in the rain… Every what if burning like a flame…🎵”

The purple threads strangled the fleeing demons and prevented their escape. And Jett continued singing.

“🎵Time keeps on ticking, but the clock won’t speak! I’m chasing answers I may never keep, and who I need to be!🎵”

[cloudyskymuses]

Starter call:

Please like/reblog if you'd like a starter of various length. Please specify which muse of mine you'll like and which of your muse's if you're a multi muse blog.

[jettthespeeddemon]

For all three ladies of HUNTRIX!

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips.

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

(The song Jett is singing is called Hanging in the Balance by the way!)

[jettthespeeddemon]

Hazbin Hotel with Jett—Music Number: Hangin’ in the Balance

Jett stood alone in a secluded section of Hell as an illusion demon, his hooded white cloak billowing behind him. The music began, sounding like a mix of Chinese and rock. Then Jett began singing.

(Verse 1)

Jett: 🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire. I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire!🎵

Jett watched the sun set.

Jett: 🎵Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend! (Words I can’t defend!) With every choice I make, it feels like the end! When I’ve been walking lines too thin too see, caught between what’s right and who I need to be! Who I need to be!🎵

The chorus begun. And Jett’s gaze was ahead.

(Chorus)

Jett: 🎵I’m hanging in the balance… between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know……🎵

Irene, who was nearby, had glanced up, noticing Jett’s solo music number. She stood off to the side.

(Verse 2)

Jett closed his red eyes as memories of Leona came flooding back. Lingering regrets still chase him all the way down here to Hell.

Jett: 🎵Your voice, it echoes like a ghost in the rain… every what if burning like a flame…🎵

Memories of being trapped in a frozen prison outside the multiverse for 7,000 years accompany the ones of Leona’s face.

Jett: 🎵Time keeps on ticking, but the clock won’t speak! I’m chasing answers I may never keep, and who I need to be!🎵

The chorus begun again, and Jett opened his eyes. Irene’s hands soon gone to her chest. She felt bad for the illusion demon before her.

(Chorus)

Jett: 🎵I’m hanging in the balance… between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know……🎵

On the guitar solo, Jett wandered off by himself. He was unsure what he can possibly do now. Or where he can go now. He doesn’t have anywhere else left to go. Jett sang the bridge.

(Bridge)

Jett: 🎵The sun is sinking low, and I’m still on the wire… cutting through my soul, will I rise or fall? Your voice echoes like a ghost in the rain… will I rise or will I fall? Will I rise or fall? Will I rise or fall?🎵

(Final Chorus)

Jett: 🎵I’m hanging in the balance… between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? ‘Cause I don’t really know! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know……🎵

Irene’s gaze was fixed on Jett as he expressed his uncertainty through this song. Life’s been kicking his ass so hard he isn’t certain about himself anymore. Every day in Hell, Jett has hung in the balance. He still had now. Life is cruel. And the afterlife hasn’t been any different. That was when Irene hugged him from behind, moved by Jett’s song. “How long have you been hanging in the balance?” Irene asked. “Seven thousand years,” he responded, his eyes going downcast, “and I still have nowhere else left to go………” All this time, Jett had to burn the memories and drown his nightmares just to breathe.

Irene belongs to @shadowqueen402.

Jett belongs to me.

Here’s the song below.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

She even got rid of the bodies - very efficient.

“I’m quite exhausted. I need to eat before continuing.” Shota knew his own limits well.

Aizawa sat against a nearby tree & began to eat bread, jerky, & drink water.

“Rest while you can. We still have a long journey ahead of us.” He assumed she brought her own supplies. If not, he would share.

@jettthespeeddemon

[jettthespeeddemon]

The root circle nearby then began glowing bright green, and Alita emerged in a burst of green vapor and pollen. Her long green hair swayed in the wind and she then stretched her arms. A vine grew from the soil and the tomboyish druid/flame demon hybrid strokes it like a pet’s head.

She then proceeded to use the vine for growing food. That’s the best thing about being half druid and half flame demon—growing her own food…growing oranges with said vine.

“Whew! That felt great!”

She picked an orange before peeling it open and eating it.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Jett’s Frozen Forest Exile

Valentine’s Day never was about love, and you’re about to find out why.

The cold, biting chill of this frozen forest was my only companion as I wandered through with my white cloak’s hood on and my kitsune mask covering my face. With the image of Leona married to my former best friend burned across my mind, I knew that I had nowhere else left to go. So I drifted alone in this very forest. I saw no rest, wandering for days and nights nonstop. But due to my demon physiology, I didn’t get tired or hungry. But the memories and nightmares of my past and time in Hell kept harassing me relentlessly. I had to burn the memories and drown my nightmares just to breathe. All I’ve felt since then, and all I’ve ever known, was the cold, lingering chill of malice and intense, spine-chilling resentment. Grief and dark emotions followed me like my own shadow. My journey was a long way from over. I’ve found snow far more honest than people have ever been. After all, you don’t 700 agonizing years days being a drifter without yearning for things that you can never have in your life again.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Doodles!

Here are doodles of 4 of the reimagined Transformers characters from my original Transformers series, Transformers Overcharged: Airachnid, Wheeljack, Arcee, and Bumblebee. Arcee is the first picture, Bumblebee is the second, Wheeljack is the third, and the last is Airachnid. I reimagined Arcee as a tomboy, complete with a Modified 1969 Dodge Charger alt mode that has a supercharger on its hood. Bumblebee was reimagined as an adorable but tough and capable kid sidekick with a Jeep Renegade alt mode. Wheeljack was reimagined as a grounded, reliable engineer with a Texan accent, and he turns into a Western Star 4500 SF tow truck. And last but not least, Airachnid was reimagined as a seductive but dangerous villain who uses her attractive looks as a weapon and turns into a black helicopter. Airachnid was also reimagined with a Romanian accent too. And as you might have seen, I made the vehicle kibble form clothes for giving the bots even more personality, all while still allowing for transformation. You can’t tell that they transform until they do. And that’s the idea.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

For Fantasy AU Eraserhead……again.

Aizawa’s mission is happening in the heart of an underground grove, and his assigned partner is a young druid-flame demon hybrid named Alita. She is the druid equivalent of a seventeen year old, and she’s well versed in fighting for her age. She was treated as an outcast because of her magic ability—she has methane magic, the combination of fire magic and plant magic. What it does is allow her to control both fire and plant life, since both fire and plants contain methane. She gestures to the circular area on the ground with a bunch of tree roots reaching into the center.

“Once I merge with the heart of this forest, my physical body won’t be available and I’ll have to lend my aid using the surrounding plant life till another one of those nature merging circles pop up. Knowing how tough the monsters here are, I hope you can still hold your own.”

Alita’s lime green eyes fall upon the taller, stern adventurer as she spoke with a British accent, her dark green hair flowing past her shoulders like a leafy mane. One of her bangs covered her left eye, so she was looking at him with her right eye.

Scarf wrapped tightly around his nose & mouth, the man nodded, sword drawn.

He continued to take out the goblins as they charged at them.

It was a numbers game & even Aizawa couldn’t keep fighting them forever. The knight hoped she knew what she was doing well.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Alita knelt down and placed the palm of her hand onto the circle as it began glowing bright green and nature energy began flowing through it. Then, that same nature energy surrounded her with vines. Her eyes then glowed lime green.

“Behold!”

She disappeared in a green glow. Then, thirty huge thorny spikes came out of the soil before skewering the attacking goblins, killing them instantly. After which, the thorns retracted and a giant wooden totem rises from the undergrowth in the heart of the forest with pale red glowing eyes. Alita’s voice then comes telepathically.

<I’m in. From here, I’ll be controlling all the plant life around you to either clear a path or provide biological weaponry. As for enemies, I’ll make them easier to attack if they’re larger, or clear them out if they come at you in groups.>

[frogsonalotusleaf]

“Break them into small groups. I’ll take care of those.”

He couldn’t use his magic canceling with her using that, so he was at a disadvantage if she was targeted directly. Shota chose to trust in her to protect her own body.

First group split, Aizawa attacked, using his sword & scarf as weapons. He was getting tired, but he kept on.

“How many are left?” Surely she could ‘see’ the entire army.

[jettthespeeddemon]

<Fifteen! And I’ve got them all ensnared!>

Thorny vines held the first wave of monsters on on lockdown, broken into 5 groups of 3 as they struggled to break free in vain. Because of there being a gigantic gap in the area between him and the trapped monsters, Alita grew thick, sturdy vines into a bridge so he could get across and take them down. The leaves around in the underground grove lit up as her voice came from all angles while she spoke.

<Go get ‘em!>

[frogsonalotusleaf]

“Thanks.”

Running, he struck each small group one by one, until the last group, one getting lucky & striking him in the leg. Shota stumbled with a grunt. The man took a moment to wrap his leg with his scarf so he could continue fighting in a moment if needed.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Alita already knew that blood will draw more monsters. Luckily, she has an answer to that. The leaves around the underground grove lit up as her voice came from all angles while she spoke.

<Ya wanna know what I love about my dryad side? I’m well versed in plants!>

A vine of a healing mystic plant began growing from the soil beneath his boots to coil around Aizawa’s wounded foreleg like a bandage before detaching.

<It’ll soothe and heal your wounded leg. Consider that as nature’s blessing.>

[frogsonalotusleaf]

Initially startled, he was thankful she explained herself. “Thanks.”

Strength renewed, he took out the rest of them, stopping to catch his breath.

“Do you see any more of them?” She could see a hell of a lot more than he currently could.

[jettthespeeddemon]

The leaves in the underground grove lit up as Alita’s voice came from all angles in reply.

<You got ‘em all. I’ll clean up the dead bodies so you can proceed. We don’t want any more of those dingbats to show up.>

Vines extend to hoist the monster corpses into the mouths of pitcher plants that dissolved them. Then she proceeds to make her next move. Once again, the leaves in the underground grove lit up as Alita’s voice came from all angles.

<That about takes care of the cleanup. Let’s move. The rest is just a journey……with me puppeteering the plant life so you can advance, of course.>

Large wooden roots stretched ahead and led all the way to a hole above before growing into a wooden bridge.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

For Fantasy AU Eraserhead……again.

Aizawa’s mission is happening in the heart of an underground grove, and his assigned partner is a young druid-flame demon hybrid named Alita. She is the druid equivalent of a seventeen year old, and she’s well versed in fighting for her age. She was treated as an outcast because of her magic ability—she has methane magic, the combination of fire magic and plant magic. What it does is allow her to control both fire and plant life, since both fire and plants contain methane. She gestures to the circular area on the ground with a bunch of tree roots reaching into the center.

“Once I merge with the heart of this forest, my physical body won’t be available and I’ll have to lend my aid using the surrounding plant life till another one of those nature merging circles pop up. Knowing how tough the monsters here are, I hope you can still hold your own.”

Alita’s lime green eyes fall upon the taller, stern adventurer as she spoke with a British accent, her dark green hair flowing past her shoulders like a leafy mane. One of her bangs covered her left eye, so she was looking at him with her right eye.

Scarf wrapped tightly around his nose & mouth, the man nodded, sword drawn.

He continued to take out the goblins as they charged at them.

It was a numbers game & even Aizawa couldn’t keep fighting them forever. The knight hoped she knew what she was doing well.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Alita knelt down and placed the palm of her hand onto the circle as it began glowing bright green and nature energy began flowing through it. Then, that same nature energy surrounded her with vines. Her eyes then glowed lime green.

“Behold!”

She disappeared in a green glow. Then, thirty huge thorny spikes came out of the soil before skewering the attacking goblins, killing them instantly. After which, the thorns retracted and a giant wooden totem rises from the undergrowth in the heart of the forest with pale red glowing eyes. Alita’s voice then comes telepathically.

<I’m in. From here, I’ll be controlling all the plant life around you to either clear a path or provide biological weaponry. As for enemies, I’ll make them easier to attack if they’re larger, or clear them out if they come at you in groups.>

[frogsonalotusleaf]

“Break them into small groups. I’ll take care of those.”

He couldn’t use his magic canceling with her using that, so he was at a disadvantage if she was targeted directly. Shota chose to trust in her to protect her own body.

First group split, Aizawa attacked, using his sword & scarf as weapons. He was getting tired, but he kept on.

“How many are left?” Surely she could ‘see’ the entire army.

[jettthespeeddemon]

<Fifteen! And I’ve got them all ensnared!>

Thorny vines held the first wave of monsters on on lockdown, broken into 5 groups of 3 as they struggled to break free in vain. Because of there being a gigantic gap in the area between him and the trapped monsters, Alita grew thick, sturdy vines into a bridge so he could get across and take them down. The leaves around in the underground grove lit up as her voice came from all angles while she spoke.

<Go get ‘em!>

[frogsonalotusleaf]

“Thanks.”

Running, he struck each small group one by one, until the last group, one getting lucky & striking him in the leg. Shota stumbled with a grunt. The man took a moment to wrap his leg with his scarf so he could continue fighting in a moment if needed.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Alita already knew that blood will draw more monsters. Luckily, she has an answer to that. The leaves around the underground grove lit up as her voice came from all angles while she spoke.

<Ya wanna know what I love about my dryad side? I’m well versed in plants!>

A vine of a healing mystic plant began growing from the soil beneath his boots to coil around Aizawa’s wounded foreleg like a bandage before detaching.

<It’ll soothe and heal your wounded leg. Consider that as nature’s blessing.>

[frogsonalotusleaf]

For Fantasy AU Eraserhead……again.

Aizawa’s mission is happening in the heart of an underground grove, and his assigned partner is a young druid-flame demon hybrid named Alita. She is the druid equivalent of a seventeen year old, and she’s well versed in fighting for her age. She was treated as an outcast because of her magic ability—she has methane magic, the combination of fire magic and plant magic. What it does is allow her to control both fire and plant life, since both fire and plants contain methane. She gestures to the circular area on the ground with a bunch of tree roots reaching into the center.

“Once I merge with the heart of this forest, my physical body won’t be available and I’ll have to lend my aid using the surrounding plant life till another one of those nature merging circles pop up. Knowing how tough the monsters here are, I hope you can still hold your own.”

Alita’s lime green eyes fall upon the taller, stern adventurer as she spoke with a British accent, her dark green hair flowing past her shoulders like a leafy mane. One of her bangs covered her left eye, so she was looking at him with her right eye.

Scarf wrapped tightly around his nose & mouth, the man nodded, sword drawn.

He continued to take out the goblins as they charged at them.

It was a numbers game & even Aizawa couldn’t keep fighting them forever. The knight hoped she knew what she was doing well.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Alita knelt down and placed the palm of her hand onto the circle as it began glowing bright green and nature energy began flowing through it. Then, that same nature energy surrounded her with vines. Her eyes then glowed lime green.

“Behold!”

She disappeared in a green glow. Then, thirty huge thorny spikes came out of the soil before skewering the attacking goblins, killing them instantly. After which, the thorns retracted and a giant wooden totem rises from the undergrowth in the heart of the forest with pale red glowing eyes. Alita’s voice then comes telepathically.

<I’m in. From here, I’ll be controlling all the plant life around you to either clear a path or provide biological weaponry. As for enemies, I’ll make them easier to attack if they’re larger, or clear them out if they come at you in groups.>

[frogsonalotusleaf]

“Break them into small groups. I’ll take care of those.”

He couldn’t use his magic canceling with her using that, so he was at a disadvantage if she was targeted directly. Shota chose to trust in her to protect her own body.

First group split, Aizawa attacked, using his sword & scarf as weapons. He was getting tired, but he kept on.

“How many are left?” Surely she could ‘see’ the entire army.

[jettthespeeddemon]

<Fifteen! And I’ve got them all ensnared!>

Thorny vines held the first wave of monsters on on lockdown, broken into 5 groups of 3 as they struggled to break free in vain. Because of there being a gigantic gap in the area between him and the trapped monsters, Alita grew thick, sturdy vines into a bridge so he could get across and take them down. The leaves around in the underground grove lit up as her voice came from all angles while she spoke.

<Go get ‘em!>

[frogsonalotusleaf]

For Hawks!

“You know, I’ve got wings too. My Quirk is literally called Thunderbird.”

Ryuka shows off her wings and the dark teal and green electrified feathers on them.

“Nice. Maybe I should color coordinate my clothes to my wings, too.”

[jettthespeeddemon]

Ryuka has more to say.

“I can do your feather sword trick, too. The difference being my feathers being useable as electrified swords. Handy, isn’t it?”

She demonstrated, pulling one of the green feathers from her left wing and holding it in her hand like an electrified longsword.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

For Fantasy AU Eraserhead……again.

Aizawa’s mission is happening in the heart of an underground grove, and his assigned partner is a young druid-flame demon hybrid named Alita. She is the druid equivalent of a seventeen year old, and she’s well versed in fighting for her age. She was treated as an outcast because of her magic ability—she has methane magic, the combination of fire magic and plant magic. What it does is allow her to control both fire and plant life, since both fire and plants contain methane. She gestures to the circular area on the ground with a bunch of tree roots reaching into the center.

“Once I merge with the heart of this forest, my physical body won’t be available and I’ll have to lend my aid using the surrounding plant life till another one of those nature merging circles pop up. Knowing how tough the monsters here are, I hope you can still hold your own.”

Alita’s lime green eyes fall upon the taller, stern adventurer as she spoke with a British accent, her dark green hair flowing past her shoulders like a leafy mane. One of her bangs covered her left eye, so she was looking at him with her right eye.

Scarf wrapped tightly around his nose & mouth, the man nodded, sword drawn.

He continued to take out the goblins as they charged at them.

It was a numbers game & even Aizawa couldn’t keep fighting them forever. The knight hoped she knew what she was doing well.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Alita knelt down and placed the palm of her hand onto the circle as it began glowing bright green and nature energy began flowing through it. Then, that same nature energy surrounded her with vines. Her eyes then glowed lime green.

“Behold!”

She disappeared in a green glow. Then, thirty huge thorny spikes came out of the soil before skewering the attacking goblins, killing them instantly. After which, the thorns retracted and a giant wooden totem rises from the undergrowth in the heart of the forest with pale red glowing eyes. Alita’s voice then comes telepathically.

<I’m in. From here, I’ll be controlling all the plant life around you to either clear a path or provide biological weaponry. As for enemies, I’ll make them easier to attack if they’re larger, or clear them out if they come at you in groups.>

[frogsonalotusleaf]

@jettthespeeddemon

She walked up to him, large umbrella in hand.

“You’re going to catch a cold if you stay out here, you know.”

Midnight greeted softly.

“Why don’t we go somewhere where it’s dry?”

[jettthespeeddemon]

“I’m an illusion demon. I won’t catch a cold.”

His cloak billowed behind him in the rain filled wind like a ghostly flag, and he appeared completely unaffected by the chill of the rain against his skin. Speaking of his skin, it was cold and lifeless even though it didn’t look like it. He was still grieving the deaths of his family as well.

“Also, read the room.”

Grief is evident in the young illusion demon’s red irises, as well as intense hatred, malice, resentment, bitterness and spite. Now he knows he has nothing left to lose—not even his life. He continues grieving his dead family, looking at the grave before him with his head lowered and his red irises downcast.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

Illusion demon? Nemuri assumed he meant that was his quirk & its name.

Assuming his anger stemmed from sadness, the woman mumbled, “Excuse me.” After a small bow, she wandered away, looking at him from a distance.

Maybe it had been wrong to approach after all.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Suddenly, a shadow tendril extended from his shadow and grasped Midnight’s shadow by the right shoulder, causing her to feel a gripping sensation on her physical body’s right shoulder to stop her.

“Your aura reminds me of my dead mother……”

His gaze met hers, his red irises glowing slightly. His red irises met her blue irises as he turned his head slightly. The tendril soon retracted back into his shadow, releasing the sensation. He doesn’t want her to leave, especially since he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. He gave her a somber look.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

She gasped, initially afraid of the grasp, but she soon discovered it wasn’t an attack.

“I’m not leaving, if you don’t want me to. I’m giving you some space. Take as much time as you need.”

Midnight smiled gently, reassuringly. She was fine under this umbrella. She could wait.

[jettthespeeddemon]

He closed the distance and hugged Midnight, laying his head against her ample bosom. The longing look in his eyes gave the motherly heroine the feeling that she’s looking at a lost and wandering soul.

“Don’t leave me……”

The tendril disappears back into Jett’s shadow.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

She petted his head lovingly.

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

The woman smiled softly, still holding the umbrella with her other hand. Nemuri was going to continue this comfort until told otherwise. She had nowhere else to be.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Jett’s skin felt cold and lifeless. It’s been nineteen entire centuries since this happened, especially since he was stuck rotting in Hell during the entire duration—time flows differently in Hell than it does on Earth, which is why only 19 years passed on Earth as opposed to Hell. He has forgotten what it’s like for him to get a hug, or know that someone is out there who cares about him. He has only known hellfire, agony, and of course, the deaths of his family members. They were the only ones who cared about him, and now they’re all dead. He had to burn the memories and drown his nightmares just so he can breathe. And if that wasn’t enough, has an infinite amount of lingering malice and spine-chilling resentment to vent from his unenjoyable stay in Hell.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

For Fantasy AU Eraserhead!

A young teenage girl with pale pink hair and lavender eyes stood before a dead dragon, loosening up the muscles in her left arm. Aizawa has heard all about her—she’s the girl everyone in the cities mentioned saving innocent lives, however, necromancers like herself often get bad reputations. Her drive is clear—proving that necromancers don’t deserve the bad reputation they get. Right now, she just defeated the dragon before her, and she’s getting ready to bring it back as one of her skeleton army.

“Alright, here we go.”

He drew his sword, having observed her fight.

“Dragons aren’t always evil. Are you sure you were in the right to slay it like you did?”

Gray eyes had missed the beginning of it so he was unsure who struck first.

“Maybe she was defending her young from you.”

[jettthespeeddemon]

Pharia spotted him from the side of her left eye. She heard his magic power allows him to negate other people’s magic powers. She turned to face him.

“This one WAS an evil dragon. A bounty was on its head because it devastated an entire village—and everyone in it. The dragon said he killed wherever he pleased, and nobody can stop him. Not only that, I stepped in and defeated him before he could destroy another one. In other words, the dragon struck first.”

Pharia then turned her attention back to the dead dragon, a tiny smile on her lips. She was telling all of the truth because she had seen this dragon lay waste to entire villages. Plus, she has never used her necromancy on a dead dragon before, so she’s unsure if her necromancer power of raising the dead works on dragons.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

Shota walked up to the dragon, spotting a scar going across its lip. She wasn’t wrong; he recognized him from the wanted posters.

He nodded, putting his weapon away.

“Planning to revive him to make him your own?”

She matched the description of a reported necromancer. Not a lot of people around here had a look like that.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Pharia nodded.

“Precisely. Now stand back and watch the magic happen.”

A pink ghostly flame, her Phantom Flame, ignited at her fingertips and spread all the way to her right forearm, showing black versions of the bones inside her hand and forearm within the flame. The flame doesn’t hurt her one bit, and she raises her right fist into the air.

“Arise.”

That same pink Phantom Flame ignited on the dragon’s corpse and burned away its flesh, scaly skin, and muscle until all that’s left of it were its bones, then the dead dragon got up and became a skeleton. The pink Phantom Flame filled in the gaps between its neck, wings, stomach and tail to give it an undead version of the silhouette it once had when it was alive. Pale pink Phantom Flames came out of its hollow eye sockets.

“Well how about that? My necromancy DOES work on dragons.”

[frogsonalotusleaf]

Tired eyes watched. Not the nicest view, what her power did to that corpse. He felt a little sick to his stomach though his face didn’t project it.

“How many of these beings do you control?”

Might as well gather information to see if she was a threat to the kingdom or not.

[jettthespeeddemon]

Pharia glanced back at Aizawa.

“Well, the ones I control are only of all the monsters I killed that tried to wreak havoc on villages. So full disclosure……too many to count.”

Pharia lost count of how many skeletons she has under her command. She only knows she has a lot of them. It’s clear she only poses a threat to those who hurt and exploit innocent people for their own gain. Her right hand and right forearm still have the pink Phantom Flame surrounding them. She flips her pink hair.

“Now I’ve got a reward to claim.”

The dragon disappeared into a pinkish black shadow portal along with the Phantom Flame aura on her forearm and hand. And now Pharia has a new creature at her disposal. She heads off, not having a lot of time on her hands.

“Toodles!”

She heads to the guild that assigned the bounty on the dragon.