Been having thoughts about modern au 15(?) yr old lonely teen Mo Xuanyu who lives alone (and getting by via hush money from local asshole billionare Jin Guangshan) semi-accidentally summoning yllz wei wuxian via demotic ritual
(He didnt really think it would actually work, he was mostly just trying to cope)
one (1) yiling laozu wakes up in Mo Xuanyu’s shitty apartment and decides that if No-One Else Is Going To Parent This Child He Will (He is coping. Will he look at the Horror of waking up in a completely different world from your own with nothing left of your family but old fairytales? No. There Is A Child That Needs Planting!)
Cue the adventures or Wei Wuxian and the wonders of cutting Coupons, learning about facebook and attending Parent-Teacher confrences as Mo Xuanyu’s guardian
Found Family, all that jazz. Give Mo Xuanyu more hugs and Wei Wuxian more children. Throw him in a sea of toddles. (He is one of them. XianXian is three)
Over time mxy gets some actual friends (the juniors) and when they finally go over to mxy’s house wwx is there, casually talking with a ghost (The ghost is teaching wwx about late-stage capitalism. Wei wuxian agrees that a revolution is totally important but that he probably can’t create a talisman that incites systemic change, as that might veer into mind-control territory but that He Can Kill A Billionare)
Headcanon: Mo Xuanyu’s spice tolerance is actually about the same as Wei Wuxian’s (why else would he be able to eat his own food so easily in canon? Spice tolerance builds over time right???) So Wei Wuxian’s cooking doesn’t kill him actually. (They bond about it)
It does murder just about everyone else, though. Jingyi is offended on behalf of his tastebuds.
Eventually wwx meets lwj and the others (wen ning!!!! Baby wen ning!!!! I want to believe that he was able to move on someday because i would cry if he had to be alone as a corpse forever) (mayhaps??? Idk i havent thought that far) but anyway wangxian happens and so Mo Xuanyu gets two insufferable parents who care about him very much <3
A green Vortex swirled in front of them and Constantine held his breath. This was not like any of the summonses he usually did. He looked over his shoulder at the others present, wondering if he could somehow bullshit his way out of this. But one thing was clear, whatever he had summoned was not one of his demons.
The Vortex continued to swirl before them, slowly greenish smoke started to rise out of him. Then suddenly a melody started to echo around them and Constantine felt like face palming.
"Uh… isn't this the Melody of This is Halloween?" The Flash asked aloud, exchanging glances with the others present.
"Constantine." Great Bats was getting grumpy, the JL Dark member thought, refusing to turn around to face any of the heroes. Ignoring them might make them stop questioning what was happening with this summon. It wasn't like there were any pressing situations, forcing this summon in hopes to prevent whatever interdimensional war Trigon was about to start. No, they hadn't forced him out and away from the curse he had been working on. Not like there were other members of the JL Dark, Constantine clearly knew the big bad Bat liked to work more with than him.
Humming resounded from the vortex now too, clearly depicting the chorus of the well known Halloween song, and John's eye twitched. The fuck kinda demon spirit did he summon now? Was whatever he summoned making fun of him just because that being got summoned in October? The rising smoke started to move, taking on a shape that appeared more humanoid as the humming started to become clearer though it sounded like it was filtered through static as it still sounded somewhat distorted.
"Shadow is the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing green! Spectra is the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes and spiders in her hair."
The voice echoed sounding like a mix of static and white noise but became clearer the more or the green smoke escaped from the vortex. None of them really knew what was going on and Constantine was cursing up a storm in his mind. What the hell was happening right now, he just wanted to get the Spirit of Balance to help them out with Trigon? They were supposed to symbolize balance, surely they would have the easiest time to fix that imbalance the demon was about to wreck across dimensions.
"In this zone we call home, everyone hails to the ghost-like song! In this zone, don't we love it now? Clockworks' waiting for the next surprise!" The smoke was twirling around and moving like they were picking something up from inside the vortex, its shape still smokey but slowly Constantine was able to make out certain shapes of the head and arms as the voice continued to hum and then sing the static was more and more receding.
"Freakshow is the clown with the thermos to his face, sucked up in a flash and gone without a trace. I am the who when you call, 'Who's there?'. Dani is the wind blowing through your hair. Dan is the shadow on the moon at night, Frighty filling your dreams to the brim with fright!" The voice was now very clear, no interference, the smoke had fully formed a human-like body and appeared to be a white haired teen boy, though John noted, his summon was turned with his back to them appearing not to notice him or the heroes in the room and holding… Was that a Halloween party garland?
"This is Halloween, this is Hallo- who the fuck are you guys?" Mid lyrics the kid appeared to have turned around his arms raised like he was going to hang the garland of cut out pumpkins on a wall. White green eyes stared at them before the summoned eyes went to the garland in his hands that were then quickly hidden behind the teens back.
"Spirit of balance-"
"It's Ancient actually."
The spirit, ancient, cut in and Constantine hurried to correct his mistake. "Ancient of balance, we are the Justice League and have summoned you to seek your help…" Constantine started his usual spiel, ignoring Green Lantern's mutter of if that kid really was the spirit of balance as well as the judging looks and burning glare he felt on his back from Batman. He was not going over with them again about the fact that demon, spirits, ghost and the likes can look like whatever the fuck they wanted.
"Okay, stop!" The summoned teen held up a hand before John could continue. "I was in the middle of an important Halloween themed stabilization party preparation! To finally celebrate Dan after Dani pestered him for months! So this better be good, to get in the way of my first fight free weekend in years!"
"A war with demons is about to start." Constantine's head whipped around to glare at Batman, does he need to hold another course of how to properly communicate with interdimensional beings?
"That's Demon Realm Issues, not Ghost related. Could you humans stop mixing us up? I am not even from the same dimension as them and we have enough troubles with them breaching the Ghost Zone borders every month!" The summoned teen arched an eyebrow at them, crossing his arms and bringing that damned Halloween garland back into view again. They clearly didn't want to be here and if Constantine knew anything about unwilling summons then one wrong world could screw them all over right now.
"Trigon is the one starting it." Batman added and once more the JL Dark member sent the Dark knight a seething glare. That hypocrite put him through a lecture about hero behavior and cautions before, John would return the favor once the crisis was handled.
"Trigon?" His head whipped around to look at the suddenly very interested ancient of balance floating over to Batman.
"What did that big toddler do now?" It appeared like the Ancient was talking to themselves more than them as he crossed his arms completely forgetting about the wall decoration in his hands as they tilted their head in thoughts and started to ignore them. They were mumbling something John couldn't hear, for once he wished Superman was around so he could tell them with his super hearing.
"I have no idea who you guys are but, fine! I will help but only because Dan mentioned wanting to fight that overgrown toddler again. That's going to be his stabilizing day present! He can't complain this way that I got him something lame."
Constantine was about to sigh a breath of relief until he noticed the Ancient of Balance opening a good damn vortex and pulling out a snarling, red glowing eyed and blue flamed haired spirit by the neck. He paled then realizing that the being of balance just pulled the Spirit er Ancient of Wrath into their dimension. John then also noticed what appeared to be a little girl hanging like a koala of Wrath's back and then remembered a passage in the summoning text of the Spirit of Balance, he apparently had carelessly ignored.
Summoning Balance, Wrath and Mischief always stuck together. Sweating heavily, Constntine ignored any and all looks sent his way, because he was sure he might have just doomed their Dimension or at least plunged them into chaos for the time being.
Since I'm tired of drawing for the answers I'll just type it out for this one:
Lamb: Before the defeat of TOWW, they would have no problem using torture, if it gave their cult an advantage, or helped further their goals, after the defeat, their treatment of followers softens and Moon Necklaces (probably the most common form of torture, as sleep deprivation) or other forms of torture are no longer used in the Lamb's cult.
Nav: His view is similar to the Lamb's before TOWW is defeated. He'd use it to his advantage if needed.
Summoned AU Lamb: They'd probably just think medieval torture devices are cool as shit, but wouldn't ever subject a person to one.
44. What is your lamb’s favorite weapon? Their least favorite?
ofc with Lamb, I'm projecting hard so Axe and Dagger are their favorites (I love tanky or fast weapons)
Nav is another axe enjoyer (are you starting to notice a pattern?)
Summoned AU Lamb has no favorite weapon (if in danger, cat protecc) but I think they'd enjoy archery so you can have a quick sketch of that.
I was re-watching Malcolm in the Middle, and I just—I couldn't resist. I only had to tweak just a single line of dialogue to make this happen.
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"I have proof the murders never happened here. Some of the police reports didn't seem right, so I went to the City Planning Office website." A gaunt, somewhat short highschooler pivoted on his heel, turning from a yellow-wallpapered kitchen to a shabby, 90's style living room, waving a stack of papers in an older, incredibly nervous guy's face.
Backing up a step in response, the antsy hoverer—a submissive man named Hal, who's hair was only slightly more red than his son's darker chestnut—finished shrugging off his coat, tossing it over the back of a nearby armchair.
"Some time after the murders, they split up a double lot down the street, and that changed all the addresses. Look—" The boy forced the top sheet of paperwork into his dad's now-empty hand, pointing down at a schematic before setting the rest aside. "That's the zoning map."
Eyes alight, the teen gestured in a forced-casual emphasis toward the open-concept room behind him. "The murders weren't here. All these articles are about the house next door!"
At this, Hal's shoulders lowered and his near-grimace morphed into an elated, cocky smirk.
"Well, look at that. Ha!" The older male smacked the map in delight. "That sucker! Do you know how much he paid for that house?" Angling his head in the direction of the neighbor's, the adult belted, "Have fun in Hell, Peterson!"
His son grinned in reply, egging him on.
Until Hal turned his attention back to the papers and swooped down, grabbing the discarded stack off the side table. "Let me see what he got himself into."
"Uh, no, no, no—" the younger brunet panicked, trying to rip the documents out of his dad's slender, yet hairy hands. "The pictures are really graphic; you shouldn't—"
"Wait a minute." Hal glanced up, eyes tracking over the far wall. "That's our wallpaper"—a quick look toward the kitchen, past his son's faltering smile—"and that's the counter. Malcolm, their house doesn't look like this. This is our house." The grown-up's voice gained an octave, turning high and distressed as he appraised the teen, mouth half open and lips turned down. "What is going on here?!"
"Fine!" Malcolm screeched, caught in the lie and more than done with his dad's ridiculous behavior.
So the house had a gruesome history. So what?
"I made it up because I'm sick of your insanity! I dummied up a phony web page to calm you down."
Mouth hanging open and tone oozing hurt, Hal dropped the papers back on the side table and accused, "So you were gonna let me think that I was safe?"
Gesturing frantically toward the driveway, Malcolm retorted, "I wasn't going to sit in the car with you all night! I'm sick!"
"I was protecting you!"
"From what, Dad?!" Realization dawned as the boy's father made a shushing motion with his hand, dropping Malcolm's face from confusion into disbelief. "From ghosts?!" came out shrill before the teen mentally regrouped and challenged, "Well, I say bring them on!"
Spinning around, he gestured toward the cluttered living room. "I hereby summon all ghosts and goblins!"
In the background, Hal denied the provocation with a series of No's, hands waving in meek terror as if that would stop his son's words.
"Come Phantoms and Spectres from the gates of Hell, thou are hereby invited!"
Hal threw his arms wide, aiming a falsely cheerful, "He's kidding!" at the ceiling before hunching over Malcolm's shoulder to whisper vehemently, "That's the kind of language they respond to!"
"I challenge ye to prove me wrong." Fingers curling inward like claws, Malcolm gestured from his sternum to his legs. "Go ahead, rip the skin from our bones and feast on our innards. We are lambs for your slaughter."
A weak, "Malcolm!" was ignored, the superstitious dad backing toward the living room door and contorting in on himself in pure anguish as the highschooler continued, "Come, King of Hell. Swallow this house into the bowels of your domain!"
Throwing his thin arms up in a final, grand sweep, Malcolm smirked. "See? There's nothing to—"
A brisk wind swept through the still room, tossing the printouts into the air and sending goosebumps up the boy's spine.
Malcolm paled as Hal started to make a high, keening noise, body finishing its transition into a fetal position as it slid down the glass door.
A jagged tear of wrongness opened at the center of the room, eerie green light spilling from it like sunbeams through a storm cloud. Warping, viridescent shadows scattered and danced around the room as sage-colored mist swirled along the floor, rising up to obscure the furniture.
The brightness suddenly escalated, blinding in intensity.
"AGAIN!?" A foreign voice boomed, echoing more than acoustics should have allowed. "I swear on the Ancients, if this is another cult I'm going to—!"
Hal's keening abruptly cut off, sending Malcolm's heart into free-fall as he blinked spots out of his vision.
Was his dad okay?! How could he be so stupid?! This was all his fault. He needed to—.
All thought ceased as a pair of neon eyes—so green they might be toxic—fixated on the human boy, boring into his very soul and pinning the teen in place.
And then they were gone, narrowing as they took in the middle-aged man sprawled unconscious on the floor behind Malcolm and the worn, suburban household—suddenly absent of its interdimensional gateway.
The brunet's jaw dropped as his vision fully returned, revealing just who—or what housed such unnatural eyes.
It looked human enough. Despite the snow-white hair and form-fitting jumpsuit, its confused expression could have belonged on anyone's face.
That should have been reassuring.
It wasn't.
Malcolm's mind screamed "uncanny valley", watching it—he—it—wave fog from the couch, inspecting the decor from several feet off the ground.
It didn't help that the shadows emphasizing its chiseled features seemed off, like the light source came from somewhere other than the cheap, forty-watt bulbs above.
And then there was the crown. Oh God, the crown.
Just above the creature's head hovered an elaborate construct of ice that easily could have belonged in Lord of the Rings. The elven-style headpiece spewed copper-sulfate-colored flames, not a single drop of water falling from the jewelry.
Either the ice was being kept sub-thirty-two degrees, or that fire wasn't giving off heat.
Something halfway between a squeak and whimper escaped Malcolm's throat.
The sound caught the ethereal being's attention and it swiveled back around.
Oh no! What had he done?!
Those bright green orbs blinked once, then twice, before the Phantom did something unexpected.
It groaned.
"Did I just get butt-dialed?!"
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The name of the one-shot is a nod to the original episode's title, Halloween. It is also worth noting that the only reason the summon worked is because it was All Hallow's Eve (a holy day for spooky shit), their house was where five murders and a suicide happened 20 years ago, and Malcolm specifically said both Phantom and King of Hell.
Its been so long sense Yuriy felt that all too familiarpull. Someone was summoning him. A wicked smirk crossed his face, its been soboring lately finally something was happening. Probably some teenagers messingwith things they shouldn’t not expecting an actual demon to answer their call.They always regretted afterword’s. He shut his eyes and allowed himself to bepulled into the summoning circle. When he finally opened them again he wassurprised to find that he was not in fact surrounded by a bunch of idiot kids,but a single man. A man that looked like he had no idea what he was doing. If anything,he almost looked like he was praying. How stupid. Yuriy kneeled in front of thehuman, “You rang?” He waved his hand in his face trying to get his attention.
>Wake up in some inappropriately dressed teenager’s bedroom
>Still hungry
>Said in inappropriately dressed teenager left an angsty note
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>Explore
>Confusion
>Food storage found
>Orange radish???
>Consume
>Food good
>Feels good man
Considering how Wei Wuxian’s reaction to waking up after dying horribly and being beaten up moments later was doing a little trolling and dipping when his nemesis/co-parent/soulmate showed up, I feel like he would most likely just,, wait for the guy who summoned him to wake up?? (Ignore the badly drawn furniture backgrounds are my kryptonite)
(Not shown here is wwx poking mxy to make sure he’s like,, not a corpse)
Anyway good news!! I have somehow managed to make some sort of plan for this comic (at least for the sort-of “prolouge/ first part??” I’m thinking of these things kind of like episodes or sorts, where the beginning consists of about 7 parts, including this one and the first one-
