#sun bleached fly.

[marlborohq]

do you have fc suggestions for sun bleached fly? 👀

Hey nonnie, here's a few suggestions! Gugu Mbatha-Raw, May Calamawy, Natasha Liu Bordizzo, Rosaline Elbay, Sophia Boutella, Laura Harrier, Alexandra Daddario, Sonoya Mizuno, Alexandra Shipp, & Zazie Beetz.

[marlborohq]

can you tell us a bit more about sun bleached fly and prairie dog's relation? as much as you're willing to disclose so as not to give cool stuff away, ofc!! i'm just super intrigued about their childhood/upbringing and dynamic

As one of my absolute favorite connections, thanks so much for this question! As stated in the skeletons, they are two of three skeletons with Prairie Dog as the eldest, and Sun Bleached Fly as the middle child. They come from more than humble roots and were essentially brought up as grubby little perma-lice farm kids. Sun Bleached Fly was rather sickly growing up so they were the center of attention essentially, even after their youngest sibling had been born. They were coddled, though of course, they didn't need as much protection as their mother had thought. I would say that they were as close as two kids could be in the situation they were raised in could be -- Prairie Dog was Sun Bleached Fly's 'protector' and even went so far as to risk his life for them the night the rest of their family were slain. I feel like their current relationship could be taken several different ways and there's a lot of exploration to be done between what happened to them as children and how that reflects upon them now, especially since the case of their family's murder has been reopened! I could honestly ramble on about these two forever but I hope this suffices for now!

[marlborohq]

INTRODUCING  ...  SUN BLEACHED FLY.

UTP PREAKER  AS PORTRAYED BY  UTP,  MUST RESEMBLE RAMI MALEK   /   30+,  MUST BE FEMME PRESENTING.

NARRATIVE

(  cw:  mentions of grief,  teeth,  substance abuse,  mental illness,  childhood illness.  )

you had always been a spindly little rose,  luscious from first glance but when people were close enough to touch you they could feel that dry,  hollowness you exude even now.  the withering bud your ma had managed to overwater in the dry season.  even with a pink teddy perpetually tucked beneath an arm you were still all teeth.

of all the preaker children,  you were thought to be just about the finest.  your mother had mulled through you with a fine tooth comb,  ensuring that you and you alone would be the one she would pour all her efforts into.  there is little care for your elder brother and the smaller one who would soon proceed you.  rather,  you would be doted:  the one better loved from the top shelf of ma’s china cabinet  ---  she thought life was too abbrasive for you so you were kept tucked away.   you are the startling difference between your sibling’s extremes:  the soft one and the wild one.  always too sickly to grant any true promise,  you happen as the median between their obtuseness  ---  the pageant-queen-to-be strung up with all of your gilded trinkets.  little had your folks known that you had taken your brother’s peach fuzz softness and casted it over the vile bits you would go on to pass down to your little sister.  too many teeth where they shouldn’t be,  and too sharp to be just that.  even in a childhood turned crime scene,  you were the rabid thing that had been tied up in the powder blue bow.

CONNECTIONS

PRAIRIE DOG   /   OLDER BROTHER.

the one to tend your mother wounds and hold your hand at the dinner table when you spilled your milk at breakfast.  PRAIRIE DOG is your brother,  and once he had dug graves for the both of you.  because even when covered in dirt,  and especially with something still bleeding and mangled in your teeth PRAIRIE DOG is the one who loved you enough to clean up your messes.  the only thing he asks of you in turn is not quite forgiveness,  but that you erase the mar of this grief from yourself and allow him to shoulder it.  you bid his wishes and become the untrustworthy narrator,  the unsightly source detached from a reality you can hardly call your own.

MOURNING DOVE   /   EX-CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND.

the one who knew you before you went all sour.  it’s hard to think of the niceties of such a short-lived childhood when all you’ve harbored is grief.  this loss was merely another skeleton to bury behind ma’s tomato patch in the backyard.  you convince yourself that this is how you will flourish:  by nourishing yourself with all the ugly things.  but all you did was rot, inside and out.  it didn’t take much for MOURNING DOVE to notice, even now.  she’s always noticed.  especially now,  in this town that seems to have only become two sizes too small the longer you stayed.  at one time or another, you were one of the same.  knowing that whatever had been wrong with you, had also been wrong with MOURNING DOVE. you’d like to think that is what had attracted to you to MOURNING DOVE, swiftly you had become the wild thing she’d thrown steaks to from the comfort of her porch.  it was only a matter a time before all you allowed her to do to you had been flipped on it’s back.

SWEET NOTHING   /   UNLIKELY ACQUAINTANCE.

you are not only a prisoner of self,  but one of nostalgia.  as it happens,  SWEET NOTHING is the one who has unknowingly freed you.  or at the very least,  you have allowed them to see you for what you really are.  nothing more than a slate begging to be scrubbed clean.  you ignore each other’s bad parts because you both have the same taste in pills,  and the forest is awfully quiet when you’re not wading through it alone.  your brother warns you that they’re no good,  but you both know you’re no better and isn’t that nice somehow?

THIS SKELETON IS OPEN.