#skinwalker au

[grimbeak]

*holding skinwalker au* oh i am going to get YELLED AT in the morning

[outlawshootist]

Thru the Brushwood Break

Skinwalker (witch) AU

Stay the course And through the brushwood break Brier and thorns that don't A trail we make To climb the storms or brooded crowns with haste And plunge into the tanic acid stains

Art for this here X

Everything I have headcanon’d for younger Jesse remains the same up to adoption by his Grandfather. This is where things change.

yee naaldlooshii

Skinwalker, dark Navajo practices of the witch. It’s an act of balance between the light and dark, the good and bad...

When adopted by Sicheii, Jesse was introduced to the Navajo witch practices. Considered dark by many of his people and even more outsiders, jessed learned to take each and every practice seriously. His path was one of earth, deep-seated in the roots of the trees and rocks and the nature that comes with it. His grandfather taught him the ancestral calling of dark spirits or calling on the dead and the other side. He learned to heal through the use of herbal plants and chants. When his grandfather passed away and jesse saw his twisted soul leaving, Jesse cemented in his head the thought that he didn’t want to turn into a monster, and so practiced whatever arts of “goodness” he could to combat the dark ones.” Balance, he was told, was key...

-- He was 14 when he went on the journey, alone, to find his forms, the animals that would be easiest to shed his skin and become, that wuld imprint on his soul and become part of him. They gave him their names as they gave him their forms. They have their own names that he adopts as their form.

Golden Eagle - Adolar “Noble Eagle”

Mustang - Kilchii “red boy”

Wolf - Badr “Full Moon” (Jesse would later realize this form was more comfortable and prevalent in his mind when around Ana Amari and Fareeha)

Stag  - Kynthelig (Kin-eh-lig) “Guide” (He wouldn’t know this form’s name until he met Kynthelig, his spirit companion, later in his travels. Until then, it was simply known as No Name.)

Great-horned Owl - Sani “Old one”

-- It was this witchcraft passed onto him that kept him alive during his harsh years with Deadlock. It instilled healthy fear into those that didn’t take his hearitage seriously or tried to hurt him, and helped him heal when thet wasn’t enough. Jesse would continue to learn the ways of the yee naaldlooshi from local skinwalkers. Like calls to like after all. It earns the mojave desert an icon, a myth passed onto tourists and travellers and the people who reside there. The Mojave Witchling. A ghost story for kids that don’t know about Jesse.

-- He was 16 when he performed a ritual that would give him Dead Eye. It’s both a gift from the yeii and a curse. A gift to pass judgment as he sees fit, a curse because of the pain and the nightmares that follow... and the fact that the veil between what is real and what is terrible doesn’t seem to exist for him anymore.

-- Blackwatch was hard for him to adjust to. It was structured, by the book, scientific. Everything seemed so far away from the natural world he was used to that it made him uncomfortable. There are way too many monsters in Overwatch, not considering the moral ones.

-- He meeds his spirit companion, Kynthelig on a mission in Ireland. The two meld so easily that when Jesse sheds his skin and before donning another, he takes on the visage of a towering antlered monster with red eyes. Kynthelig resides in Jesse’s Dead Eye until he will later get his tattoo and even later when he will acquire a stag skull.

-- It’s on this mission he uses Dead Eye for the first time and Gabriel Reyes notices that what he thoguht wasn’t right about the cowboy was really not right and jesse admits to his history and practice. It’s the first time he’s seen Gabe that shaken. Ana Amari is the only other person to ever figure it out without being told. 

-- After the fall of Overwatch, Jesse is quick to return to his roots in the Mojave desert where the stories of the Mojave Witchling return when he begins to use his practice for bounty hunting, monster slaying as well as spiritual healing. When people come knocking and looking, especially people bearing the mark of Talon, jesse is quick to pick up and move into the Colorado mountains where he prefers to live in cabin and keep away from as many suspicious people as he can. this is where the Recall finds him.

-- Jesse finds it hard to get back into a human frame of mind after Walking. The longer he’s out of his own skin, the longer he things more like a spirit. Kynthelig helps him ground, most of the time. 

| this is a NSFW AU. This means there are adult themes, possible horror and gore and sex. |

[lettersofsky]

There’s A Difference Between Cats and Dogs

Third one of these! This one’s ok! I’m happy with it! 

Ko-Fi

Both person A and B are skinwalkers, able to transform into their spirit animal once they come of age. There has to have been a mix-up though, because there’s no way these forms are right….right?

Today was the day, the one Cloud had been preparing for almost a half-year. This day only came once a year and it marked the progression from childhood to adulthood for skinwalkers; the day they first changed into their animal skin, the one that represented who they were as an individual.

Cloud was expecting to change into a wolf of some kind, like the rest of his family, but his Ma told him that things didn’t always turn out the way he expected them to. He kept her words in his mind of course, but he still expected to be a wolf.

He wasn’t the only one that would be experiencing his first change tonight, there was also everyone who’d come of age in the past year, some having waited months for this day to come and traveling miles to get here. He travelled at the back of the group from Nibelheim to the Gathering Grounds past Cosmo Canyon, the furthest village from the lush plains they gathered in every year, on this continent at least.

The Gathering Grounds on the Western Continent the last that remained after Shinra had decided to spread their influence and start to build their cities and Reactors on what was once sacred land. His Ma told him this change was responsible for the dwindling numbers of skinwalkers anywhere that wasn’t a village like Nibelheim or the forest village of Gongaga, which consisted primarily of skinwalkers and less than a handful of humans.

They arrived at the Grounds early in the morning, having travelled through the night to arrive on time, and spent a bit of time setting up their tents amongst the group that had already gotten there. It was fairly obvious that Cloud was distant from the rest of the group from Nibelheim, setting himself up a bit away from the other’s and keeping to himself as the rest of the group remained grouped together.

He expected to spend the rest of the day alone, resting in preparation of the evening, the tall, pretty red-haired man that dropped down to the ground next to him dashed those expectations. Cloud blinked up at the stranger, taking in the higher quality of his clothing in comparison to Cloud’s own before meeting the bright blue eyes that stared at his own darker gaze.

“Hi?” Cloud said after a moment of silence, mentally berating himself for how hesitant he sounded to his own ears.

“Hello,” the other man said in return, voice deep with an accent of some kind. Fine, crimson brows were furrowed over his eyes, obviously as unimpressed with Cloud’s introduction as he himself was. “You arrived with the group from Cosmo Canyon, yes?”

“I’m from Nibelheim, actually,” Cloud answered softly, dropping his gaze from the other’s as he spoke. It was much easier to talk to the other when he wasn’t looking directly at him, he was definitely a bit too pretty for Cloud to deal with. “It’s a bit further past the Canyon, in the mountains.”

“Makes sense,” the other mused, leaning back on his hands and casting his gaze over Cloud. “Someone as pale as you wouldn’t survive in the desert. Cold mountains are more understandable.”

Cloud couldn’t do much more than nod at the other’s words, unable to think of anything to say to him. He didn’t seem to mind though as he simply offered his hand for Cloud to take, fingers long, pale and calloused in Cloud’s own when reached out to take it.

“I’m Genesis,” he said as they shook hands. “I’m from Banora myself, on the Southern Continent.”

“I’m Cloud,” he answered quietly, giving Genesis what he hoped was a steady smile.

“Well Cloud,” Genesis started, testing his name on his tongue. “How long have you been waiting?”

“About a week-and-a-half.” He answered softly, well-aware of how lucky he was to have his birthday so close to the day.

“I’ve been waiting almost a year myself,” Genesis responded, choosing not to draw attention to Cloud’s answer. “My own birthday’s two days from now.”

“I can’t imagine how frustrating that must have been,” Cloud said with a wince, trying to comprehend needing to wait an entire year to discover a vital part of himself.

“I kept myself busy,” Genesis shrugged, turning his gaze to the other people still setting up close by to them. “A friend and I moved to Midgar to find work. Things have been working out quite well for me.”

“That’s good,” Cloud responded, slowly relaxing next to the other man. He was glad that he hadn’t insulted the other accidentally. “What do you do?”

“We joined SOLDIER,” Genesis answered, turning back to look at Cloud. “They could always use strong humans and they never turn away skinwalkers.”

“So, you’re going back to Midgar once we’re done here?”

“Definitely, there’s no reason to return to Banora.” Genesis explained easily, leaning over to pull a well-worn, leather-bound book from within his pack. “What about you? Any plans for your life?”

“… I’ll go home for a bit and decide from there,” Cloud answered, drawing a blank for anything else. He’d return to Nibelheim and his Ma and live from there as he had done before, wolves were pack animals after all and the only ‘pack’ Cloud had was his Ma.

“No offense, but that sounds awful,” Genesis’ voice was kind so Cloud feel any anger at the other’s words. “I would hate being stuck in Banora with my parents, I’d go mad within the week.”

“It’s alright,” Cloud assured the other. “That’s just the way it’s always been.”

“Perhaps you should consider joining Shinra as well,” Genesis suggested, not looking at Cloud and opening the book in his hands casually. “You could do worse than joining SOLDIER.”

Cloud swallowed with a shrug, but Genesis wasn’t looking at him, eyes instead trained on the book in his hands. They remained quiet the rest of the morning, each of them waiting for the evening to begin so they could finally transform for the first time.

Nights falls soon enough and they all gather in front of the elders that will be leading the ceremony, changed into clothes that they didn’t care if they destroyed them in the next few hours. Cloud tried to focus on what the elders were saying, the woman who’d approached them in the skin of a deer was certainly saying something that he needed to hear but he simply couldn’t focus on her.

There were far too many people around him and his skin crawled as he was seemingly pressed in on at all sides, though logic told him that there was more than enough space between himself and those around him. But the itching under his skin wouldn’t stop, the feeling that something was trying to emerge from inside of him held his attention as it continued to grow.

He could smell Genesis next to him, the man’s scent of books and apples was oddly reassuring amongst the plethora of other smells that threatened to overwhelm him. He was very close to simply burying his face in the other’s shirt just to block out everything else around him, but that might’ve been weird, and he really didn’t want to freak the other man out.

He was broken from his spiralling thoughts by the elder in front of them. “Your first transformation is already starting, some of you may already be feeling the effects, perhaps you’ve been feeling them for some time. Tonight, you shall connect with the Lifestream and become whole.”

Cloud flinched when Genesis turned to him, the rest of the group moving to follow the elder. He tried to meet the other’s gaze, but couldn’t manage to focus on the other’s concerned expression for too long before he was dropping his eyes once more.

He snapped his attention back to Genesis when the man draped his flannel over his shoulders, the fabric a few sizes too large on his frame. Genesis blinked at him for a moment before nodding decisively. “There,” he said brightly, looping his arm through Cloud’s and directing him towards the rest of the group. “That’s much better.”

“W-what about you?” Cloud asked quietly, following Genesis’ lead.

“I’ll be fine,” Genesis said, sounding all too confident in himself. “Besides, I’ll have myself a gorgeous pelt in a few moments.”

Cloud nodded, deciding that it would be fine if Genesis thought it would be and continued towards where the elders were now arranging them in small groups for the meditation that would allow them to transform into their animal skins.

The next few hours passed in a blur and the next time Cloud was truly aware of himself, he was moving through around the grounds in the skin of a large feline of some kind. He knew that he was the fastest of those gathered here and that very few around him actually offered a threat, fewer still with his companion following him close behind, keeping him separated from those that trembled at the sight of him.

His companion was smaller than he was and a bright, warm red to his gold, moving around him on steady footsteps as they got used to their new forms. His companion’s fur was thicker and warmer than his own, covering muscles meant more for power than the speed that he himself was built for.

He was perfect in that moment, splayed out on the cool grass under the night’s gaze with his companion pressed close to his side, a warm and calming presence as other’s both larger and older than themselves inspected them both from afar and up close.

Waking up, back in his human skin, naked and pressed to an equally naked Genesis’ side was not what he expected at the end of his first transformation. But then again, he’d been expecting to change into a wolf and not some kind of… big cat. He would need to ask someone else what exactly he’d transformed into.

Genesis had been a dog though, of that he was sure, a big, fluffy red dog that Cloud was sure was soft to the touch. He was sure that the other wouldn’t be happy with that, Genesis had believed he’d end up a cat of some variant. The other probably wouldn’t be too happy but that could be dealt with later; Genesis felt warm and content against him and he didn’t want to give up the feeling of the other against him just yet.

“There’s no way I’m a mangy mutt! I refuse!” Cloud was right about Genesis being displeased by his animal skin, he’d been angry since he’d wakened, and the elders trying to calm him and tell him that there wasn’t anything wrong with himself certainly wasn’t helping things.

Cloud was curled under some blankets, it was a warm and thick thing that one of the elders had placed upon him when Genesis had started yelling. They’d tried to offer one to the red-head, but he’d refused it, tossing it to Cloud as he continued to yell at the elder in front of him.

Cloud was happy enough to remain resting on the grass, listening to them argue and taking deep breaths. He burrowed further into the blanket at the feeling of other’s staring at him, trying to make himself as small and unnoticeable next to the eye-catching figure Genesis presented.

A presence falling to the ground next to him broke him from his thoughts. He turned to see that Genesis had stopped yelling and dropped down next to him, uncaring that he was still naked in front of everyone. He offered one of his blankets to the man next to him, but Genesis didn’t take it, hand musing the short strands of his hair.

“You’re, not happy with your animal skin?” Cloud asked softly, fiddling with the blanket in his hands as he waited for Genesis to snap at him for his obviously stupid question.

“I despise dogs,” Genesis hissed lowly, muscles tense and particularly shivering beneath his skin. “There’s no way I’m some stupid mutt.”

“… I think it’s alright,” Cloud said softly, shrinking in on himself when Genesis’ snapped his attention towards him. “It fits better than mine, anyway.” He continued with a shrug, trying to divert Genesis’ gaze from him.

There was a pause between them before Genesis responded, brows furrowed as he stared at him. “You’re a big, anxious cat.” He said, voice deadpan. “I was basically a stress dog last night. That’s not better.”

“I guess we’re both a little disappointed then,” Cloud shrugged, burrowing further into his blankets as Genesis sighed heavily next to him.

“Angeal’s gonna have a field day when I get back.”

[servantofminerva]

It finally happened, Scapetta messed with the wrong person on the reservation and was now full Skinwalker. She had spent her time hunting around the area for large animal to devour. She must have Jigen worried after a week of not calling him or even Fujiko. She could hardly speak and knew how Zep felt when he was first stated out. She couldn't go back to the cabin since there was sage all around the place. No one knew that she was Scarpetta, they though she was just a large black dog with antlers and no tail.

She stalked around the area looking for another thing to eat. The urge was so great she had a hard time trying to control herself when she saw something move. She knew there was a part of her that was still human and she was fighting to keep it alive. The moon was nice and full tonight as she ran around the plains of the reservation.

@thedemongunman

[edwardsuoh13]

So, I did some concept sketches for the AU I mentioned to just play around with it a bit, and I’m starting to like it!

BTW, I lot of you said pet shop owner might be a good idea, but I literally just came up with a good combo of a police officer and pet shop owner. I have declared the Lovino will be an animal rescuer who also owns a pet clinic. 

[grimbeak]

Skinwalker AU Jay

Will he get therapy?

Yes

Will it be difficult bc now he has some lovely trust issues?

Also yes

[grimbeak]

👀 horror au u say?

Our boi gets lost in the woods for a bit, but even when he gets out, something... seems to be.... following him...