sold to pop group for the fic ask game? also sorry I reblogged yours instead of making a new post smh, I'm so bad about skimming things while scrolling and missing the top of posts!! <3
Sometimes, you can't work on anything you take seriously. Sometimes, you need an idea in your back pocket that can just be EXCESSIVELY stupid.
Sometimes, you need to sell the blorbo to One Direction*. I hope you can forgive me, for I know the gods cannot.
(*but gender-flipped and in space)
edit: Also, don't worry about it! I've done the same.
The morning after the last concert, Jyn swept her dark hair up in a messy bun and threw on loose pants and a long-sleeved shirt. She didn't bother with makeup. After a night in Kestrel Dawn's heavy eyeliner and dark lipstick, to say nothing of the rivet-studded pants, leather jacket and the kriffing corset, it was a relief. Pogga wouldn't like it, but after this many performances in a row, he could suck it--and soon enough she'd be able to tell him so. She had six month left before her eighteenth birthday, and then she'd be free of his 'guardianship,' One Velocity, and the whole damn farce of Kestrel Dawn.
"Kestrel!" shouted a voice from outside her cabin, followed by a pounding on the hatch. It wasn't Pogga, of course, not at the crack of nine in the morning. Her bandmate Megnira, on the other hand, was reliably up before the sun of any planet they performed on. Meg was the youngest member of One Velocity, presented as the peppy, naive archetype to contrast Kestrel's dark, angry aesthetic or Jetzi's flirtatious personsa. Unfortunately, she was also just as peppy offstage, even in the morning.
"Come on Kestrel! Pogga says he's got a present for everyone. " Jyn coule hear the eyeroll. Pogga's last 'present' had been a week-long encour engagement Corellia when the girls were already half dead with exhaustion. But the impressario, as he liked to be called, got pissy if his girls weren't excited. Time to put on a show. Again.
