#iamakiller

[itosalazar]

I love crime documentaries, there’s so many things in them that I love but what the people’s feelings and their realities are deep and somehow, sometimes they ground you, I love to draw the people in them, make real quick caricatures, they come easier when you can see and feel what they are feeling, the caricatures are funny and I feel a little bad of the outcome in my canva, I made these from the moment when they are the most vulnerable and pure.

#drawing #itosalazar #digital illustration #procreate #tvsketch #Netflix #iamakiller

[direnightshade]

I want to know about your self-insert! I know your brand here has been established as a Charlie girlie. Is that still true? Or do you have a different F/O? Or several? What’s going on in your personal brain world?

Charlie’s still my #1. Always will be. But I’ve got a couple self inserts in rotation and then one that I wouldn’t call a self insert but I do think about a lot.

So there’s the story with @iamakiller. That lives rent free in my mind 24/7. I also have the BHB au with @burningdownthedark and @leatherboundbirate that I am also always constantly thinking about.

I also have various Katt stories that I’ve been writing elsewhere with Harley and since that’s active and ongoing, I’m always thinking about Matt and Kacey too.

Honestly could talk about any of these three things all day. lol

#Ask #Anon #self-insert #iamakiller #leatherboundbirate #burningdownthedark #BHB AU #BHB #Katt #B+C

[inmateinsight]

Gary Black

Interview with Gary Black.

Gary Black was convicted twice Jasper County Jury Trials of First Degree Murder, Originally getting the death sentence however eventually it was overturned and he was given life without parole.

Q. How would you describe your daily routine? What do you do to occupy your free time inside?

A. A typical day in here is composed of lengthy boredom broken by moments of extremely violent chaos. For the most part my free time is passed in front of a tiny TV screen watching entertaining education stuff like Expedition Unknown, or Mystery at the Museum, or History's Greatest Mystery type shows.

Q. Do you do much reading? And do you have access to music and other forms of entertainment?

A. About the only time I read is when in Segration and then I read everything by any author voraciously. Only in general population do we have our tablets (7 " by 5") which have apps for emails, phone, music, games etc. However most cost fees so I don't use them often.

Q. Have you accessed any educational programmes inside or any rehabilitation or therapy?

A. About 70% of this prison is sentenced to life without the possibility of parole or on death row. There isn't any reason as far as the state sees it to have the kind of programs they have elsewhere.

Q. Do you have a prison job and if so what is it?

A. No job. I am confined to the wheelchair in a place that was built before the American's with Disabilities Act went into effect…

Q. What do you think of the food in your institution? What’s your fave meal? And what food do you miss most from the outside?

A. OMG!! I really miss good deep dish pepperoni pizza. The food here is very bad and repetitious. The food service provider in Missouri is some outside company these days. I'd have to say my favourite is the chicken patty.

Q. Do you keep in touch with anyone on the outside?

A. My only outside contact these days is a lone pen-pal. I got a lot of emails right after the Netflix episode on me titled ‘Boogieman’ ran on the series "I Am A Killer" but mostly it turned out to be people I wasn't compatible with. I'm alone now, last of my bloodline dead. And nobody else around.

Q. What’s your favorite thing to buy from commissary?

A. I get a stipend from the department of corrections of $8.50 a month because of having no money from other sources coming in, so I don't buy much from the canteen but hygiene items.

Q. Give a random interesting fact about yourself you’d like people to know…

A. I'm just a total hillbilly for real. I spent the first fifteen years of my life down in the Ozark mountains on a tiny 37 acre dirt farm with just 22 acres of cleared land. The rest was woods, along a creek. My maternal grandpa was a moonshiner, the neighbors out in those mountains with Amerind in them called my maternal grandma and adopted mom ‘plant women’. The Christians called them witches.

Gary was interview by myself using online penpal service.

#crimenews #inmates #crime #prison #garyblack #iamakiller #netflix #netflix series #first look #crimeblog #crimetumblr #journalism #assault

[cinemaslife]

He ido viendo las 4 temporadas de I am a killer no deja de sorprenderme como, en algunos casos, la manera de sacudirse las culpas es anclarse a situaciones que nunca ocurrieron para justificar comportamientos de mierda. Las pruebas existen, cuentan una historia que no cuadra con la que estás contado, los testigos no certifican lo que tu dices, el forense tampoco lo respalda. Es increíble lo que sería capaz de hacer cualquier persona para justificar sus acciones.

#iamakiller

[lovelyheart502]

4 seasons

10 episodes for each season

Based on WHAT they r selecting these deathrow inmates ?

Not complaining ... just pops into my head

#netflix #killers #deathrow #inmates #deathpenalty #iamakiller #truecrime #truestory #murderers #murder #fyp #dangerous #truecrimecommunity

[deadautisticscum]

(1) Unpopular opinion: Linda Couch : IAmaKiller (reddit.com)

My comment:

Can i just say smth? I only watched the episode today and it was actually one of the most dificult ones. Roxanne's mother is clearly a narcissit. I don't know how well people know this mental illness but she CLEARLY is. Roxanne saying that she has those needs to tell everyone everything and to tell "stories to make you have sympathy for her" are the traits of a narcissist. Not to mention i also have a narcissistic mother and it is VERY easy to recognize another one. The way Linda paused and took time to deny after hearing roxanne's rape and then, i assume lied about how she DID help her etc. Basically a narcissist is always trying to appeal to people-they can't see anything in front of them besides that need. They don't seem to feel the need to say anything but whatever they THINK will make THE OTHER feel sry for them and accept them and protect them and "be their friend."

So this is where it does get tricky. If she hadn't been a narcissist Linda might have ignored what the lawyer said and admitted to the court she had been abused. But she didnt, why? Bc they told her she'd be better liked if she didn't. Bc back then it was probably taboo still violent relationships between men and women.

And i do think Roxanne and EVERYONE, should understand this. She was at a disadvantage in trial bc she was a narcisist. Now, i know narcisists can be cruel people, men usually are horrible and violent, women usually are just manipulative and narcisisitic mothers in particular PUT A LOT of trauma on their kids and treat them the same as anyone: do the best to be liked. So, see, the first thought in a narcisisits mind isn't to help her child or wtv, it's to be praised. That is why i think ppl should really understand, Roxanne had a very bad experience in her childhood for sure. Not only her father but her mother too, and it is JUST THE TRUTH that Linda was probably lying abt "all those rapes" but that doesn't mean she wasn't raped once or twice, and, THAT'S AWFUL ENOUGH. Isn't it?

So. Linda wasn't a normal "human" to be tried and ofc back then people didn't know that, but nowadays we can easily see it, I'm a nobody and I have figured it out. The other point is: roxanne doesn't need to forgive her mother for anything anything anything. But we can see in the episode she still clearly has a lot of anger towards her mother (which is NATURAL) but in the episode it came off so...bad...because the truth is we are dealing with a very serious matter and...it's been YEARS. Linda is what 60 some now and...I am sorry if you are reading this Roxanne but you should at least understand she DOES DESERVE to get out. She shouldn't be in jail any longer.

Men who rape women are freed IMMEDITALY or after 2 years?

Men who murder women just the same.

Now, one narcisistic woman does it to a man (who was A MONSTER) and she gets life sentence? That's just a BAD and VERY TERRIBLE justice system. Not to mention, as i said, she isnt' a normal woman, she is narcisistic.

As such she clearlty needed sometime in prison. But enough is enough and, as i said i have a narcissitic mother and trust me it is hell, it is traumatizing. But for me...to in the end say "oh bla bla burrying my dad was awful"....like ok....but....as a viewer i dont care and that doesn't matter: THAT WAS NOT THE CASE, the case was just abt murder not abt whether or not she asked her kids to burry him with her. And again, she only did so probably bc she is a narcisist. To be somehow more angry at your mother, who is mentally ill and in JAIL, and not so much at your dead who is dead and gone...is just not right i think.

And yes as i was saying i am a daughter of a narcisist parent too but. She was still abused, still raped probably, she IS STILL A WOMAN WHO IS BEING FUCKED BY THE SYSTEM WHEN THEY FREE HORRIBLE MEN LEFT AND RIGHT.

So now that i've explained why, i do think it is terrible that this old woman, bc that's all she is now pretty much, an old woman, is still in jail for murdering her abuser. It doesn't matter if her daugjter forgives her or not, what matters is justice. (Ofc between family justice is also a much more difficult issue.)

PS: I DON'T KNOW how the tv people didn't bother to mention she probably has narcissism, maybe they didn't notice but regardless, a mentally ill person deserves to be seen for what they truly are. even if the illness isn't the "good" one. Even if her kid doesn't forgive her. She is still a victim even if her kid also is of her. People are complex and if the justice system can't deal with it...it's truly disappointing. And again, i must remind you, men don't get and wouldn't get half the punishment and time she did. So, if we are truly asking for fairness, she probably what should've spent 5 years in jail? Maybe less. How is it that rapists and male murderers can go free and a narcisistic woman who was abused and just wanted to somehow be free is jailed forever? HOW IS THAT FAIR.

Men have privilege even if theyre murderers and rapists. (I am not talking about the men in the show, i am talking abt random men on the news.) With that I end this comment. And if roxanne sees this i hope you the best and peace and yk...it's not your battle anymore whether or not she stays in jail.

#my comment is by chancequestion49 or wtv #i just...cant believe no one mentioned shes a narcissit? #like WHY even make a doc abt it then if youre only telling half of the story #how is that any good #hated this episode #ykw at the end of the day shes rotting in jail and men arent so yea free her #and also narcisists can be very bad and just abusive but...shes what 70? and they are STILL MENTALLY ILL yk they still deserve something

[thenicolebarber]

Happy New Year, Nicole. Now that the uproar of the holiday season is thankfully behind us, I would like to reiterate how keen I am for us to get together to have a cordial discussion about Henry. It seems that we got off on the wrong foot last time, and I would like to apologize for my part in that. I am not in any way looking to disrupt his routine, or step on your toes. I simply wish for us to come to an amicable arrangement so that I can spend time with my son on a more regular basis.

Cordial? That’s rich coming from you ...

We have an amicable arrangement, Charlie. It’s called a custody agreement, and this attempt of yours at unofficially renegotiating it will disrupt his routine. Perhaps you should have thought of this before ... say a year ago?

I may have been more amenable then.

#iamakiller

[yourdarkdetective]

[text message] Hello detective, my apologies for responding so late. I quite inadvertently deleted your number during my recent comprehensive purge of contacts, and didn't realize it was you. What can I do for you?

[text message] That’s alright Charlie thanks for gettin’ back to me. Well, I’ve been havin’ some trouble lately. Lots of work at the station of course, but also no one seems to be comin’ around anymore. The ones that do barely have anythin’ to say, only want certain things, ya get me?

#iamakiller #ooc: this whole thread will be text messages #between flip and charlie #they get along now

[safarigirlsp]

From Error to Error

@iamakiller

Afternoon sunlight filters into my office window, barely peeking over the New York City skyline as the sun dips lower by the minute. It catches my eye, causing me to cast something between a squint and a glare at the offending beam.

I sit silently in my wingback chair, legs crossed, notepad resting on my lap, listening to the interminable dross of marital problems on which my clients seek my counsel.

He doesn’t listen. She’s too needy. He doesn’t appreciate her. She doesn’t put out enough. On and on and on. So many of the same trivial issues verbalized from different trivial people that they often blur together in my mind. Couples merge to become a singular mass of whining, churning misery.

Job security, I tell myself. I’ve given up finding fulfillment in work, even in relationships. It’s all become so dissatisfying. I once thought that earning a doctorate in clinical psychology would ensure that I was engulfed in interesting cases, in stimulating exploration of fractured psyches. Unfortunately, there were too few of those gems to pay the bills. So, here I sit, marriage counselor extraordinaire, letting this verbal sewage flow into my ears from an endless stream of bickering spouses.

Today is no different. Another couple with a burgeoning divorce trying to cling together because of their son. An admirable goal. Doomed to failure.

This is their first session. An emergency, I was told. Not that there is really such a thing in this line of work. An ‘emergency’ usually consists of a fight they can no longer avoid or a discussion they are too meek to have without a referee. I’ve always found it amusing that what they never seem to realize is that by the time a couple is looking for someone like me to unite with them against their spouse, that they have both already lost.

It is of some consolation to me that this couple is mildly more interesting that most. A successful actress and director. Their problems, however, could not be more mundane.

After introductions are made, pleasantries exchanged, we sit. Husband and wife on opposite ends of my large sofa, myself in my chair, and I wait as the silence they find uncomfortable and I find relaxing fills the room.

Nicole begins. A tearful tirade of how she’s lost herself in her marriage, how she’s taken for granted and how her dreams have fallen victim to her husband’s selfish whims. I wait, hoping to hear something unique, to no avail.

I offer my best professional condolences and plastic assurances that, “I’m here to help.”

Once Nicole has finished and is sniveling quietly into a tissue, I turn to her husband, Charlie.

Charlie sits relaxed on the couch, one long leg crossed over the other, too indifferent to his crying wife. He runs a large hand through his hair as he smiles at me. A flagrantly curated gesture meant to endear me to him. I give him the false smile that I put on every day along with my jacket before leaving my home.

He first makes it a point to politely but firmly address and counter all of his wife’s complaints. A decent tactic for a debate, less so for ensuring marital bliss.

What a sanctimonious ass.

Following this is his florid reasoning as to why he is the superior partner in the marriage, and also, a thinly veiled ploy to garner my sympathy. I listen with interest. Not to his ‘problems,’ which are absurdly negligible, but to his investment in gaining my commiseration.

Odd that such a confident man would have any concern for gaining the approval of a stranger. It quickly becomes obvious that his poignant desire for endorsement extends beyond today’s counseling session. So, the big shot director craves validation from women. A useful kernel of information.

Finally, the emergent strife between this couple is revealed to me when Charlie discloses an affair.

Even this, however, is a feeble attempt to garner sympathy, whether from me or his wife, I cannot be sure. It is noteworthy to me that he craves validation for even this unsavory conduct. Of course, he was pushed into it. The poor poor man had no recourse from his terrible marriage with his beautiful starlet wife other than to run headlong into the orifices of another woman.

I hope my features remain neutral, not belying my cynical amusement.

I wonder how many other women there were. How many others there are. I am certain his mousy stage manager is only a minnow in his sea of consorts.

Turning my attention briefly to Nicole, I can see she is affected by Charlie’s disclosure. I see sadness, remorse, even pity reflected in her empathetic eyes. Pathetic. She did not strike me as being overly burdened with intelligence, an assessment that is now reinforced. It is little wonder that Charlie has so easily kept his assignations from her scrutiny.

When Charlie says how lonely and joyless his marriage was, I nod in a guise of sympathy that I do not feel so as to conform to the rules of polite society.

Truth be told, I feel very little anymore. As Charlie meanders through the tiresome details of his affair, my mind drifts. I think back to the last time I’ve truly felt something. Anything. Charlie thinks that when I raise my eyebrows in a show of mild consideration that it is from his words and not from my own epiphany that it has been years since I myself have felt anything resembling joy. The emotional highs I seek are always closer to excitement and satisfaction.

A picture of Mr. Barber has begun to form in my mind. His confident air and easy smile are all a mask. A face he puts on every day the way I put on mascara and lipstick to make himself presentable to the rest of the world. But, what is he hiding beneath the mask?

Even his confidence, it seems, is built upon a fragile foundation of affirmation, stolen from the lips of young naive women. No doubt too many for even Charlie himself to remember the figure.

He has used countless women to climb out of his own well of insecurity. Each body a lifeline to be desperately grasped and used, in an attempt to elevate his own self-worth.

Yet, it’s never enough for a man like him. Perpetually chasing a high that lingers just out of reach, and settling instead for a few moments of fleeting ecstasy amid his grimy carnality.

Yes, I’m getting a clear picture of Charlie, indeed. Despite what his handsome smile and steady amber eyes belie.

When Charlie is finished, Nicole is in tears, doing her best to use an entire box of tissues, while he looks at me. His gaze is confident, almost expectant.

He thinks I’m sympathetic to him. That he’s won me over. Poor Charlie. The thought of removing the smug grin from his lips makes my own turn upwards slightly. Even if for nothing other than to show him that I do not fall victim to such transparent manipulation.

“Charlie,” I say sweetly, luring him into a trap of my own. “I see a small problem with your perceived ‘difficulties’ in your marriage. What of these issues with Nicole were not facets of her character from the outset? I’m sure a man as perceptive as yourself became aware of them quickly”

Charlie’s mouth sets as I speak, his disdain seeping through the cracks of his marble features.

“Much as I’m sure she should have been aware of your hubris rather early,” My eyes hold his intently. “I would pose it to you that your predilection for women outside of your marriage is not as simple as a misstep or a quirk to overcome.”

Charlie was glaring at me now. Even though his face remained even, his eyes burned lividly as they held mine. Good.

Nicole, knowing Charlie must be upset by my words, rushed to his defense even now. “Maybe Charlie just felt that I-“

“No, Nicole.” I cut her off immediately, my tone sharp. “You hold no accountability for this.”

Charlie’s jaw clenches fiercely as I continue.

“Is that how a man acts who wants to save his marriage?” I lean forward slightly, allowing just a hint of venom to tinge my next words. “Is that how a man who cares about his son behaves?”

Charlie’s eyes darken markedly with an emotion I can’t quite place. Although, for the first time today, hell, the first time in weeks, I feel a surge of excitement flood through me.

“To say differently would mean you’re lying yet again to your wife.” I smile wickedly. “That you’re lying to me.”

Nicole looks at me with red, thankful eyes. In them I also see a glimmer of hope. I’ll never understand women like her. Weak, cloying women, desperate to retain a man who has wronged them. But, it’s written on her face as plainly as Charlie’s malice radiates towards me. He could fix things with Nicole if he wanted. She even believes that he’ll try.

I know, as I look into Charlie’s eyes that now gleam with a simmering enmity, that he will put no effort into fixing his marriage. No, he is as intent on destroying this as he has everything else in his life. I wonder if he’s aware of that pattern himself, I muse.

#safarigirlsp rp #iamakiller #no warnings #yet.

[carloswilliamcarlos]

Oh, I'll fuck you, Kitten. So deep and so hard that your mind will go blank. You'll forget all feelings of guilt, or shame. All you'll know is me. When you cum, it'll be my name on your lips. My hands on your throat. My cock spilling hot, thick ropes of cum inside you. Then I'll put a pillow under your hips. Plug my fingers inside you so you don't waste a drop. Tease your overstimulated senses until you're about to snap. And then I'll fuck you again. And again. And again. Until we're sure.

👁👄👁 y e s p l e a s e

I know it’s gonna work, Charlie. There’s too strong a bond between us for it not to take.

I need to feel it, feel you, inside me. Please give me your baby, Charlie. I’ll never, ever tell. I promise.

Fucking fill me up till I’m overflowing. I’ll keep it so safe, so deep. Our little secret.

No one will know a thing. Especially not Pat, when I see him again tonight, and he asks me how my day was. I won’t tell him it was life changing, that I’ll never be the same, that I spent it underneath you getting fucked and bred and filled to the brim with another man’s child.

No, I think I’ll just tell him it was fine.

#OH WOW #IM SWEATING #charlie anon #iamakiller #pat anon cinematic universe #tw pregnancy #tw breeding kink

[direnightshade]

Progression

“Bye dad! Bye Britt!”

A car door slams and once again, we are left alone. Like every Sunday afternoon, we stay put, watching as Henry runs up the driveway and to the front door, turning to wave at us one last time before disappearing into Nicole’s house. Only once he’s safely inside does the car begin to roll backwards towards the street.

You are quiet when I reach for you, placing my hand atop your thigh and gently trailing my fingers along the seam. It isn’t long until your hand covers my own, lifting it up to bring my fingers to your mouth, gifting each one with a kiss. You smile against them prior to releasing them entirely, allowing me to pull my hand back into my own lap as your eyes remain fixed firmly on the road ahead.

Like the street we currently drive down, the proverbial road we find ourselves on is one I have come to know all too well; this is a scenario that has played out weekly for longer than I’d care to count, after all. My advances, albeit perhaps ill timed considering you are driving, are dismissed entirely, never to be picked up at a later time. But then…

Hours later you are seated on the edge of bed at my insistence, now having become an unwitting spectator in the show that I am putting on for you. Piece after piece I show off the new maternity clothes that I have purchased as of late, paying careful attention to the slightest change in your typically inscrutable demeanor. It is when I step out of our shared walk-in closet in the final piece—a floor-length maxi dress—that your stoic expression cracks and a smile forms. Pleased with this development, I step closer.

“I like this one,” you admit aloud as I come to step between your legs, hands lifting to rest atop your shoulders.

“Yeah?” You hum in reply, head nodding in the affirmative. Satisfied, I lean down and graze my lips along your own. “Good. I think it’s my favorite.”

Before you can utter another word or—god forbid—give me grief about the day’s purchases, I press my lips to yours and hum happily at the contact. My love, we have never been closer. After all this time we know one another better than I am certain either of us could have ever hoped for; we have always favored physical intimacy over the emotional and now it feels as if those roles have reversed. I have never been happier. We have never been happier.

Yet when your hands slip away from where they’d come to rest against my hips, I can’t help but mourn the loss with a displeased whine. You placate me, albeit temporarily, with one final chaste kiss, muttering some nonsense about needing to take care of something or other before rising up from your spot on the bed and disappearing from the room. It is true that we no longer depend on physical intimacy for the success of our relationship, but I do still have needs…

And I need you.

I long for you.

It has been far too long since I have felt your touch and I am restless...

In the evening when we find ourselves cozied up together on the couch. The house has once again descended into silence since Henry’s departure, save for the low volume of the television that plays nearby. Your arm is caught between my back and the couch cushions, but you do not seem to be in any discomfort as you rest your hand against my hip. Mine, on the other hand, trails fingertips along your chest in the familiar up and down trajectory that I so often favor when we find ourselves in such a position. Though our eyes may be trained on the Olympic display plastered on the screen in front of us, my mind is occupied by far more interesting thoughts.

In a move that has become far too familiar as of late, you take hold of my hand to effectively halt the motion of it and lift it up to your lips. This time, however, I do not allow you to do what you intend. Instead, I pull my hand from yours and sit upright on the couch, much to your confusion I am sure if the look that passes across your face is any indication.

“Charlie,” I start, inhaling a breath to steel myself. Talking to you has become so easy as of late, but we have focused so much on matters of the heart as of late that I fear I’ve allowed the rest to fall by the wayside. I turn, pulling my feet up onto the couch in order to better face you. “I’ve been doing some thinking…”

“Thinking…” You mirror the word with a hint of hesitation.

I nod and allow the beginnings of a smile to show in hopes that it will assuage any negative thoughts that may have crept into that mind of yours. “Nothing terrible. In fact, quite the opposite…”

[@iamakiller]

#iamakiller #B+C #personal au

[iamakiller]

Congrats to the happy couple, Britt & Charlie. I wish ya both health and happiness.

@direnightshade

...

Thank you for extending the hand of friendship, I suppose.

#killersmileclyde #direnightshade #personal au #iamakiller #murder!boys and girl #submission

[eddiesfaerie]

i love how absolutely obsessed and invested everyone is with @iamakiller, we love being horny for a (fictional) murderer <3

#someone come get me #actually dont #iamakiller #tw: murder #cw: murder

[thenicolebarber]

Good morning, Nicole. Just a friendly reminder that I am still awaiting your response as to when it would be convenient for us to come and collect Henry tomorrow.

Your reminder is wholly unnecessary. I haven’t forgotten about your request.

Henry will be finished with his schooling tomorrow at noon, so I am amenable to you picking him up any time after then. Though ... Is it truly necessary to bring her along?

#iamakiller

[yourdarkdetective]

🤮🙄

Oh Charlie, how rude of you. But I wouldn’t expect any less.

Congratulations on the engagement by the way.

Don’t think it’ll last for long though with your pit of whores wanting all your attention

#ask #iamakiller #bitch ass

[inkstaineddaughter]

I’m not sure what’s in the water lately (it’s blood, obviously), but the writers in the Adam Driver fandom have all turned into a bunch of sadistic little perverts!

Of course, Kylo has always gotten off torturing people while I suck his dick, that’s old news. But Jesus Christ!

Flip is out there murdering the hell out of people!

Okay, now Charlie is killing everyone too. Got it.

Even meek and mild Paterson is living his best homicidal maniac life!

Everyone has swerved into the darksmut lane and I LOVE IT!! Perhaps I shall write something about putting my fingers into a victim’s recent stab wounds, while [insert character here] shoves his own fingers into my pussy.

#adam driver #kylo ren #charlie barber #flip zimmerman #Paterson #babbushka #callmehopeless #iamakiller