baptized in dirty water.

ind. southern gothic / horror oc. established january 2023. exploring themes of — the sins of the father, a life without boundaries, dirt, grime, blood and youth, and running from not only your past but yourself. includes triggering content such as abuse, substance use, religious trauma, gore, and violence. this is a low activity 18+ blog. written by nikki 27+ she/her.

rules

  1. This blog contains triggering content such as drug use, violence, gore, abuse, and religious trauma. will be tagged as tw trigger

  2. THIS BLOG IS 21+ ONLY

  3. AY my name is Nikki, I’m 27, she/her

  4. I go through phases of feeling inspired to write and feeling inspired to put my focus on other things in my life (i have adhd lol) so this is a LOW ACTIVITY blog. if i take a long to reply just know it has nothing to do with a lack of interest in our thread

  5. Drama will not be tolerated so don’t bring it over here !!!

  6. I am selective because too many threads tends to destroy my muse

  7. I’m not typically into writing smut but I absolutely love ships if the chemistry is there

  8. Don’t ever be afraid to message with plots and ideas :)

.    FULL NAME.    .    unknown
.    ALSO KNOWN AS.    buck
.    D.O.B. + AGE.    .    6 / 6 | 18 - 24 verse dependent
.    ZODIAC.    .    Gemini
.    BIRTHPLACE.    .    Louisiana
.    CURRENT LOCATION.    .    nomadic, travels by foot, train, and hitchhiking
.    LANGUAGES.    .     english
.    GENDER.    .    male
.    PRONOUNS.    .    he / him
.    ORIENTATION.    .     demiexual
.    OCCUPATION.    .    none. playing guitar for money, stealing
.    SPECIES.    .    human

.    POSITIVE TRAITS.    .    carefree, passionate, adventurous, fearless, loyal, protective
.    NEGATIVE TRAITS.    .    unpredictable, temperamental, reckless, self destructive, angry
.    HOBBIES/INTERESTS.    .    reading, nature, playing his guitar/harmonica, fishing, the ocean, bird watching, drawing, train hopping
.    FEARS.    .    cities, large crowds of people, small spaces
.    TRAUMAS.    .    the abuse he endured growing up, religious trauma
.    VEHICLE.    .    the occasional stolen car
.    STYLE.    .     anything he can find in lost and found bins or swipe from donation boxes. almost always mixed and matched, dirty and full of holes and patches and lots of layers.
.    EDUCATION.    .    homeschooled ( kinda )
.    ECONOMIC STATUS.    .    poor and homeless

.    HEIGHT.    .    6'0
.    BODY TYPE.    .    thin yet toned
.    ILLNESSES.    .    PTSD, insomnia
.    SCARS.    . large scar across his cheek, a lot of random scars dashed throughout his body
.    MODIFICATIONS.    .    small silver hoop in left ear, upper cartilage piercing in left ear, stick and poke tattoos scattered about.
.    HAIR / EYES.    .    unruly dark brown curls, occasional faded dye
.    FACECLAIM.    .    timothee chalamet

about

Buck Carson never had it easy. Born to a poor family in a small fishing town in the swamps of Louisiana, life was nothing more than simply surviving another day. His father Adam was a cruel man, consumed by the grief of losing the love of his life to a child he had never even wanted. He began drinking shortly after her death. Things went from bad to worse as his fathers mental state slowly began to deteriorate. He suffered frequent psychotic breaks and religious delusions, blaming his son for his wife’s death. The physical and emotional abuse went on for years, all while keeping Buck working for his fishing business and keeping him on a tight leash away from the world outside their small town. Buck’s only escape was the books he read and the wilderness around him, swearing that he’d stop at nothing to one day have a life with no boundaries far the fuck away from here. Time went on and the desperation and anger festered inside the boy, eating both him and his sanity alive until one day he snapped. Feeling as if he was in some sort of trance, Buck grabbed the axe from the shed and went to find his father. With no hesitation and no mercy, he swung and swung until his dad was nothing more than a pile of bones and blood. In that moment something forever changed inside Buck and with this new sense of both emptiness and delirious freedom, he burnt the house to the ground and never looked back. Since that day he’s been living on the road, going place to place hitchhiking or train hopping still high off that freedom he had never known. But of course freedom comes with a price, for, despite escaping the hell he came from, he could never fully escape the way it still lived inside his chest, tearing at his heart with angry teeth and claws. It didn't take long for Buck to realize he wasn't a good person, that the want and need to hurt didn't just end with his dad. It felt unavoidable the way he so often finds his hands soaked in the blood of someone else and a lifeless body at his feet like a feral dog backed into a corner, ready to kill its way out of whatever situation it was in and despite how desperately he wants to be someone good he finds himself stuck sitting with that darkness instilled inside of him all those years ago.
to be continued !!!
still under construction