#jack blaylock

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Here's proof below the cut that I am, in fact, still writing (just inexplicably doing 5 stories at once instead of focusing, for I am an idiot).

Spoilers for TIGmas Jack Blaylock fic:

Thomas Ian Griffith as Jack Blaylock (Timothy Calloway) in Ulterior Motives circa 1992

...anyway, expect something from me soon.

I see five flowers, but you're only getting one snippet! 😉

Still, I'll throw in an extra little bit extra for your trouble!

From the Jack Blaylock TIGmas fic:

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Would be on-brand if beloved didn't even really know the blood's blood or that there's anything nefarious about this whole thing. They don't have to be naive or overly innocent to be tricked like this. They merely aren't a psychopath who'd ever anticipate something like this happening to them.

When they meet Jack, they think he's a private detective who, for the sake of this scenario, lets say, does amateur photography every once in a while the way any random schlub with a camera might do photography and that that red paint they're smearing over their lips, body, face or clothes is just that...red prop paint for the sake of an aesthetic. Totally harmless, right? No different from thematic make-up. A bit of edgy, macabre fun. It is certainly far more common to believe that red substance is fake than real, no? He's an American. He's in a city as big and colorful, extravagant and artistic as Tokyo. Him enjoying immortalizing things in an equally colorful, extravagant and artistic fashion? Not a hard story to sell. Certainly, in the sea of lies he tells, like lying about his very name, what he actually does for a living behind his front and fake identity or that he was in jail multiple times for several high-profile assassinations, saying 'hey, darling, pose while I take a couple of shots' almost comes off like a mundane, commonplace thing between lovers. If beloved does it, they can very easily do it without outright realizing they're smearing the blood of his actual victims over themselves or that Jack preserves these images like a trophy or a gruesome, gory memento, the blood of the hits he killed almost functioning like an indirect homage he dedicates to beloved to put over themselves like a victorious, triumphant muse to the crimes they never even realize he's doing and documenting for his most private keeping and that people's blood starts existing as an accessory to beloved's beauty and person in his mind. Jack's not unlike the worshipper, and the clueless beloved? Not unlike his deity. His angel. It all goes into his personal collection, all these images taken --- and what's worse? Beloved might've entirely willingly consented to all of this never realizing what they've agreed to and that they've effectively become an asset to god knows how many deaths.

Too bad, though.

Jack might be convinced their bond was destined to be.

So them being immortalized in his terrible crimes like this?

Immortalized in everything he ever did? Ever intends to do?

Things he never even realizes he'll do?