#jettblack

[mingot-studios]

Bonnie: Dio can stop time!? Why didn’t you tell us!?

Jett: Well, because I wanted us to die.

Jett: OBVIOUSLY I DIDN’T KNOW!!

[exquisiteagony]

12, 23, 56, 77 & 98 🥰💕

12 -

their first time in japan?

23 -

i had an idea for the escort/mafia au of joonas/olli for niko to watch called ‘she’s a one way love machine’ from this song so 😅

56 -

this song musically reminds me a bit of the club scene in scene one of orphan black so perhaps a cyberpunk au where one of them runs a nightclub where all the ‘dancers’ are robots

77 -

communist witch shiraz 😤😤😤

98 -

perhaps a mayhem fic where they’re bummed and stressed cuz they’re totally broke?

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

JETTBLACK - Two Hot Girls

[spinef0ryou]

23 and 66 👀

23 -

66. -

[dodinaslesavage]

Jettblack - Side Of The Road (2012)

[naniwear]

Finally trying to get photos of our stuff in the wild. This is one of our most popular designs. The woman requested if I take a photo to not show her face. . . . . #cowboybebop #seeyouspacecowboy #anime #otaku #originaldesign #originalart #spikespiegel #jettblack #ein #classicanime #90sanime #90s #yokokanno #bebop #jazz #cartoonnetwork #adultswim https://www.instagram.com/p/BnVC0_phSGB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8agfrxi1fgnw

[alphamagnus]

Aside from being addicted to these #zoaenergy drinks, I’m like 90% closer to a natural #jettblack #cowboybebop facial hair #cosplay, lol. I can’t find any flavors in north east Ohio , aside from original or blueberry 😭 (at Cleveland, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQTV91XB3XP/?utm_medium=tumblr

[weirdjvs]

JETTBLACK - PRISON OF LOVE (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

From Raining Rock (2012), good album 👍

[anakinisvaderisanakin]

Impasse - A Vaderdala Oneshot

“You forget something, Lord Vader.”

Vader flinched, the voice as clear as a bell yet as foreign as the icy vacuum of space. He found himself frozen in place, the bulk of his hefty frame suddenly unbearable. Inside his chest, he felt the searing fingers of remorse and the scalding flames of rage warring for control. 

Against better judgment, he shifted to turn around. Against better judgment, he let down his guard and ignored unclipping his lightsaber. He knew the face he would find before he saw it, but he was still not prepared for the wave of emotion that spilled forth as he came face to face with his own ghosts. This one, he had expected long dead and buried.

“Padmé,” he gasped, but the voice that came out was blunt and deep and void of affection.

Still, the shock bled through. Padmé was as beautiful as the day he’d last seen her. Eyes fierce and determined, dark hair coming loose from her neatly tied bun. Her face was set in a scowl, blaster drawn and aiming straight for the chest panel on Vader’s chest as if it were a marked target meant for practice and precision fire. The air had shifted, the tension thick and heavy and oppressive as they stared each other down. No, more accurately Padmé’s intense, fiery glare was bearing down on Vader. Vader felt his anger dissipate the moment he met that stare; the ice cold regret and guilt crippling him inside out as it won the impasse.

“You said you had come to destroy the Rebellion. I am the last leader standing here. I alone. Will you destroy me now?” Padmé hissed through a clenched jaw, cheeks flushed but her hands steady.

Vader was familiar with the vow he had made, but now it seemed an impossible lie. Before his mind’s eye, he had envisioned old men and snot nosed kids. Politicians and traitors and cowards, incapable of accepting the Emperor’s grand design and his expert vision. The future was bright, the Sith had reclaimed their natural state in the circle of life - atop the ladder. Only fools and children would oppose such an evident supply of unlimited power. Yet, Padmé seemed to care for none of these things. Time had not slowed her down, it had not thawed the ice built in her heart - the ice Vader himself had put there.

“Well?” she pressed, voice tight, calm and collected.

The words escaped before Vader had any chance to rein himself in. Perhaps he never intended to.

“No.”

“No?” she repeated, as if mocking him but her expression revealed surprise and disbelief.

“Aren’t you here to execute your Rebel traitors?”

Vader said nothing, instead he reached for the saber strapped to his belt. He watched Padmé tense, watched her shoulder come up and the finger on the trigger twitch. In what might have been a gesture of surrender, he simply tossed his weapon between them. The gesture was barely a flick of his wrist, but it sent the hilt skidding across the smooth floors until it came to an premeditated gentle stop at Padmé’s feet. She glanced down to regard the token, an unreadable tinge of something somber gleaming in her eyes for a split second. When she looked back up, Vader had not moved. He stood with his hands at his sides, the bombardment outside the underground bunker shaking its hull; straining the already flickering lights.

“I will not fight you,” said Vader finally, as if that would be enough to soothe the woman’s stubborn spirits.

She furrowed her brow, the corner of her lips curling into a half sneer of disgust. It stung, and Vader might have recoiled from that alone had he not been the man he was. Changed, remolded and retooled. His heart had been ripped out once, and still Padmé’s presence willed its withered carcass to beat and blossom. At the same time, she tore it to shreds once more with the disdain her face held for him. He sensed it inside her, swirling and expanding into a palpable loathing. It cloaked her, surrounded her like a cloud. It reeked of pain, sorrow, and betrayal.

“You don’t know me. If you won’t fight, I will,” she said, every word calculated and sincere.

“‘Aggressive negotiations’.”

It was merely a statement, but its meaning rang true. Padmé straightened up, eyes suddenly wide as a ghost of horrified recognition filtered past her defenses. it was gone in the blink of an eye, but the colour that had drained from her already pale face was harder to conceal.

“Who told you?” she snarled, shifting the aim of her blaster towards Vader’s heart - knowing it would do no harm, but the gesture hit him like a slap across the face either way.

She was questioning how he had learned about her and The Jedi. Anakin Skywalker, her husband. Perhaps she had her sneaking suspicions, she must. But her aura betrayed none of it, it remained outraged and unsettled and adamant in her quest.

“You did.”

Padmé opened her mouth to deliver another scathing retort, but she snapped it close again. A tremor passed her slight frame, and it did not go unnoticed. Her resolve was faltering and waning, the lie she had convinced herself to believe no less a stretch of the imagination than the mental gymnastics Vader himself had been performing for the past four years. Ever since Mustafar, ever since he lost everything. Now, that very everything lost stood before him. Now, she was once more within his reach.

“I’m sorry. I tried,” he heard himself say, a feeble apology not nearly sufficient to excuse the heinous acts he had committed.

The voice was still not his own, but the words were earnest. Padmé lowered her blaster in slow, jerky motions but her eyes were transfixed on his. At the very least, Vader felt their gaze burn straight into his soul; into the furnace of his heart that had frozen over a million times. 

“You’re safe.”

It was a ridiculous profession, Padmé’s very existence as part of the Rebellion was a death sentence. But she was alive, she was well and healthy and stable and here. She had not died. He had failed her, but she had lived. He took one step towards her, feeling just as wary and insecure as she looked. She blinked rapidly, shaking her head in a tiny micromovement. She mouthed something, but there was no sound accompanying the motion. Vader understood her fear, yet it pained him to no end. He was unrecognizable, locked within this jettblack prison of durasteel, cybernetics and synth flesh. There was so little left of his physical body, and even less of the man Padmé had once loved.

“It can’t be…” she whispered, hoarse as the tendons at the sides of her neck strained.

Vader felt the urge to cry, an urge so overpowering. An urge that had not found him since Mustafar, since the fall of the Jedi and the Republic. He had no tears to cry, no measure to shed tears by. His retinas, his tear ducts were long since eaten away by flames and embers. Still, his eyes stung. A warmth pressed behind them, a heaviness bearing down on his chest like a fist squeezing the air out of his lungs. Lungs he no longer had.

“Do what you must. I am not afraid to die.”

Padmé’s eyes widened, mouth falling open as realization dawned upon her. She understood. Vader expected her to back away, expected her to cry, to yell, to fire. Anything. Instead, she stood stone faced. As frail as porcelain, yet as sturdy as the brightest star in the Galaxy. Now, she took a step towards him. Then another. Closing the gap, inch by inch, foot by foot. She tipped her head back, never once drawing her eyes from the opaque crimson lenses of Vader’s eyes that substituted eyes. They served for the damaged, half blind eyes hidden behind.

“What have they done to you?” Padmé’s resolute voice murmured; full of compassion and love, emotions that seemed to have sprung out of the ether.

Yet, what she really meant was; what have you done to yourself?

Vader did not falter as she stopped but a breath away. Her trembling, slender fingers reached for his face plate. Her tiny hand brushed over the mouthpiece, running over the sharp angles and the netted grill. A breath was forced through it, with a loud hiss and the smell of sanitizer and bacta fluids followed it. Padmé’s eyes were round, warm, and mournful. They were glassy, her cheeks flushed but it was Vader who wished more than ever that he might shed a tear. If she were to strike him down, he deserved it. He would allow it. He would let her.

“Anakin.”

It was not a question. She knew, it was evident in the pitiful, feeble smile of shock and relief alike that grazed her lips. It was gone in an instant, but it had said enough. So used to denouncing his name, denouncing himself and all he was and had been - Vader found himself unable to deflect her. She was right. He had been wrong for so long, choosing to live in darkness and denial. No more.

“Yes.”

Anakin meant it.

****

Have a short Vaderdala AU.

[mingot-studios]

[cynfinnegan]

#cowboybebop #therealfolkblues #steveblum #spikespiegel #beaubillingslea #jettblack #substantial #megaran #redrapper #zaidtabani #yokokanno #masonlieberman #sunrise #funimation #animegivesback

[jaybe11]

Today's Music Is A Load of Shit.the sad thing is there are a lot of great hard rock and metal bands out there but real rock dose not do well in america. bands like cray lixx,the treatment,jettblack,thundermother,santa cruz,dynasty ,h.e.a.t,kissing dynamite ,hells addiction, burring witchs,animal drive,kill devil hill and many more bands who should be bigger but america is all about shitty trends and flavor of the months so good music has no chance. look at the billbord's top rock act's none of it is real rock it's all pop and computer music. i try to stay away from most things in music that comes out of america, europe is were all the best bands are coming from.

[urbanheartrpg]

Good evening, Phoenix! We would like you to meet Jett Black, a twenty-one year old California native. He is currently a data analyst at Adam & Eve Investigations, and is residing in the North Tempe neighborhood. He’s been told he has a striking resemblance to Tyler Blackburn though he doesn’t see it. Fortunately for us, this role is closed.

GET TO KNOW HIM;

Jett was raised into a gang. What began as stealing cars and committing minor robberies turned to large scale merchandise distribution including drugs and weapons.

Jett was caught by the police trying to hack into a bank’s security system and was offered the chance to turn over other members of the gang in exchange for his freedom.

One particular police officer took an interest in Jett and helped paid for his tuition to go to college for.

[+] intelligent, resourceful, passionate [-] reserved, calculated, austere

EVERYONE HAS A SECRET;

Jett was put on the stand and helped imprison the leader of the gang he was in, Santiago “The Grim” Ramirez. He was recently notified by the LAPD that Grim was released due to a ‘mysterious’ disappearance of evidence. The Phoenix Police Department are notified and on the lookout, but Jett is still worried for his life. 

[jettblvck]

✧ JETTBLACK POSTED 2H AGO ✧

We don’t know about you but we had our doubts that Jett would even make an appearance at the Afterparty Party given the tumultuous state of his personal life and his unwillingness to comment on any of the sticky situations surrounding him. Especially with recent speculation regarding him and Afterparty’s Mimi Vang, we weren’t sure we were going to be privy to one of Jett’s memorable event looks; however, not only did he deliver but he damned near crashed instagram while doing so. A pinstripe suit doesn’t seem the most logical attire to wear to a rave but we can definitely excuse him seeing as how he’s bypassed wearing a shirt completely. Tattoos on display, Jett is giving us model level extra-ness in a private photoshoot that appears to have been taken by none other than his rumored girlfriend! Fans have deduced that the other tagged individual is the designer of the suit so why else would Mimi have been featured on the post if not for her involvement with the collage of pics showcasing his choice of attire? Afterparty lyrics were also used as the caption which seems particularly conclusive to us. Whether or not this is #Blackwang confirmation or not, we’ll definitely have all eyes on the enigmatic maybe-couple at the party. It’s sure to be one for the gossip record books!

mentions: @viralgossip @vainglvry

[sonja-d-designs]

Joan Jettblack

Another JJBA styled oc based on Joan Jett music. A fun exercise in using a crazy color pallete, based and the colors of printer ink CYMB and full hair metal realness.

[weirdjvs]

JETTBLACK - EXPLODE

Goodie from 2015 album Disguises 👍