#warrior (willow) o’higgins (oc)

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Ninjinktober 2019 Redone

Day 17: Another’s OC

It’s my friend’s OC, Warrior! Floofy but violent baby. Don’t worry she’ll find her ghost husband soon enough.

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Update: Kinda ironic that I did two types of cat girls on this day.

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The girls are talking about their trauma

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Oni Lloyd: Heh heh, if I’m a deer they won’t notice I’m following them

*Minutes Later*

Kai: Yo! The deer that has been following us is standing on two legs now!

Warrior: ITS WHAT!!!?

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Oh look! I’m finally posting shit! Here’s some sketches for the paranormal normal au and then my regular royals au with Warrior and Kai. I never had a design for kid Warrior, so it was nice to get one down. At some point I’ll make more colorful versions of these especially the Wu and Morro one.

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AuraWind Family Headcanons

Warrior x Morro Family junk. Why not? I’m feeling like talking about them

Warrior and Morro have eight kids. Six of them being their biological and two being adopted.

Their two adopted kids, Achlys and Ira, were Warrior’s friend/student, Rosa’s kids. Achlys and Ira’s mother died in battle, so Warrior and Morro took them in as their own for Rosa’s sake and wishes.

The household is a multi language house. Morro writes in Ninjargon while Warrior writes in Craftian. All kids are fluent in both languages.

When the kids were young, Warrior and Morro were very, very protective of them. They hated the idea of the kids leaving home. Not telling where they’re going. The overtime, Warrior began to settle down and became the more ‘fun parent’ because she’d let the ghost-kits do stupid kid shit. Morro on the other hand, well, he’s softened.

The six kids have a mix of ghost-like abilities and it ranges from kid to kid. Wilkes can float for a short period of time and do a ghost wail, but that’s about it. Makayla and Janet can do damn near anything Morro can except for possessing people. Michael can float and turn invisible. Jack and Boreas being able to float, wail, go invisible and through things.

The fact that the kids can do ghost things is tiring on Warrior’s part. You don’t know when your kid is gonna pop up and scare you.

Everyone in the house is protective of Janet and it’s all because of her heart condition. While she’s part ghost, Janet can’t use her abilities to their greatest power. Nor can she put her body through a lot. She had a hole in her valve and has a stent in it. One upside (in Janet’ opinion) is that she has a cool scar going down from her chest to stomach from open heart surgery. She likes to show it off.

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Warrior: *having a existential crisis*

Morro: War, what’s wrong?

Warrior: When we finally tied the knot I didn’t realize that Sensei Wu is my father-in-law now....and I don’t know how I should feel about that.

Morro: ....

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Morro: *beats the Ninja on several occasions*

Warrior: *upset that Morro keeps getting away, winning, using the body of her friend, and getting her ass beat*

Also Warrior: That’s hot

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Finally Safe

Summary: Dreams are a one in a thousand chance sometimes.

Just fluff between Warrior and Morro.

The sun was long gone by the time Warrior awoke abruptly. She jumped out of bed while flinging the heavy duvet off and onto the ghostly being beside her. Her body was shaking and muscles tense. Breathing fast, shallow, and ragged. Flashing images of broken bodies, familiar faces from macabre memories, and crippled beings consistently showed with no signs of stopping. Warrior swiftly moved her legs to the side of the bed, and she curled forward. Mouth salivating with the dreadful sensation of needing to hurl. Quickly, Warrior bolted up and ran out the front door to the porch and leaned over the railing. She gagged but nothing came out. Pearlescent white teeth sheathing and unsheathing.

Standing in the doorway, Morro watched his wife dry heave. Her hands clutching away at the spruce wood. “Warrior,” Morro spoke, not making any movement. “I’m just coming up behind you.” Warrior’s tail lashed, acknowledging that she heard him. It was the little things that the cursed ghost had taken notice of when dating the anthro. “Do you want me to rub your back?”

“No, don’t touch me please.” Warrior replied heavily, wiping saliva away with the back of her hand. Morro noticed that Warrior was rigid. Her mechanical hand never let go of the wood. “Another nightmare?” Morro asked. He knew it was a stupid question, but he wanted Warrior to somewhat relax. She needed to be calm before Morro was able to do anything to truly help. She nodded her head slightly but never looked at him. “I’m so-sorry.” She muttered. “For waking you, darling,” Morro smiled warmly. “Don’t apologize Willow. You did nothing wrong.” Morro reassured.

Both stood in the crisp night together in silence and the only sounds were the crickets, frogs, and Warrior’s slowing breaths. “Can I hold you know?” Morro asked through a whisper, Warrior nodding. Strong arms wrapped around a strong body. The ghost’s head resting against her shoulder. His fingers rubbing circles into her back and side. His lips pressing against the old rope burn scar and knife wound on her neck. Her scent was a faded lavender. “Everything is okay now, Willow. We’re safe here. All of us.” He cooed, Warrior melting into his arms and words. “I know.” She whispered. “But I keep seeing their faces. Ana’s, my past soldiers, my parents, my siblings. I keep seeing their deaths, Morro.” She sobbed, her artificial hand pinching the bridge of her nose. “Then there is the explosion. My attack and,” She fell silent. Her body was shaking from crying.

“Shhh.” Morro eased, not uttering a single word and just listened. Listened carefully to muttered words, hiccups, and sobs. It was the best thing he could do in the situation. It was what helped her.  “I can’t do this. I wish to not see their faces.” She continued to weep. “Not like that! Never like that!”

Soft little footsteps got the two’s attention and standing in the doorway was their youngest twins, Jack and Boreas. “Mom? Dad?” Jack whispered, stepping forward until he stood before his parents. His ice blue eyes looking up at Morro. His blue ghostly glow dimmed. “Is mom, okay?” 

“She’s fine,” Morro cooed, crouching down while his hand-held Warrior’s. His arm scooped the small ghost up to his chest. A small smile on his face. Boreas looked over the three before walking up to Warrior. His red eyes begging to be lifted up too. Sniffling, Warrior smiled down at the small fuzzy ebony furred boy. Her arm latched on tight to her son. Her nose nuzzled the top of his head. 

“See Willow. I know it might not mean much, but we’re safe. We all are. No more fighting. No more war. No more betrayal. We’re finally safe.”