as a little birthday gift to the rest of you, here's a sneak peak into the plts universe!! (the fic will be dropping later, probably february due to exam season) but here's an edit with the song that inspired some of it!!
spencer agnew is a struggling college student, pushing to make his way through his junior year of his film program. when he gets an assignment worth a big part of his final grade, he looks to tommy bowe, star theatre student, for help.
y’know those “you’re so pretty, pretty like [___]” thingies?
imagine Sugarboo making little collages of the things that make them think of Seth and Alphonse
Seth is pretty like light roast coffee, sunbeams, campfire embers, etc. and Alphonse is pretty like city lights, a sunset in a parking lot, rhinestones, etc.
So. Apparently halfas are like phoenixes or something, which Danny would’ve really liked to know.
See, usually with ghosts if they’re forced to retreat to their cores they reform as was, but apparently, since they’re still partially living, schrodinger's people and all that, halfas have to regrow their body from scratch. At least that’s what he’s understanding from Frostbite.
But how come he has to deal with it? It’s Dan’s fault for trying to pull such a stunt! Oh, it’s either him or Vlad? Well fuck, he might have calmed down and is going to therapy in both the living realm and the Zone, but he’s waaay not equipped to raise a child except for like, monetarily wise.
Well dammit, how long will this core incubation thing last, he has his new job in… let him check which offer he accepted again… He has his new job in Coast City that he needs to finish packing for and then all the rest of the stuff to do.
What do you mean it’ll take months?! He doesn’t have months?! Urgh, fine. At least being a mortician isn’t that exciting, nor dangerous. Just hand him Dan’s core and he’ll figure things out for the living side of things. He’s sure Tucker and Sam wouldn’t be against helping, if only to try and claim favorite aunt or uncle spots.
later, ouyang thought esen wouldn't even had noticed: the moment his stillness of anticipation flicked into the stillness of shame, as quickly as capping a candle. his blood ran cold; his body burned. it was the feeling of a blade slid gently into his heart.