#Oress Family

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LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL SON

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i should’ve phrased it better and that’s really on me and i’m very sorry!! (bad brain times earlier 🥲) i meant to like ask if you had spare comfort hcs about patton and either of the boys but i am not good at words -🦑

oh thats ok!! lemme rifle thru my library of headcanons for u squid -- this one was built with liv!

okay because of vee's diaper and his loss of balance, sometimes when he's been crawling then plops down to sit on his butt the diaper just like is thick and kinda slippy on the fabric and because its rounded and slippy it makes it hard to sit up and basically vee rocks backward

and his legs are like still in the position he was sitting, criss crossed or just bent up and you just watch baby vee topple over like an egg

the first few times it happened he freaked out and flailed and a couple times he cried when he hit the ground before anyone caught him

but it happens so often now that he got used to it, and he doesnt get hurt because A) modt of the time one of his family members catches him with one arm. theyre all so used to it now that they just chuckle and roll virgil back up onto his butt - both the cgs and ro do this

or B) he is does fall but usually he's surrounded by softies and pillows and blankies on the floor since that's how the cgs set up a babysafe area on the carpet

now when he DOES rock back, he rockas and rolls onto his back and is quiet for a few seconds...

and then he giggles and babbles 'ababa' and where his legs are folded above him he kicks his lil feets in the air a bit

and it's because this position of being on his back on a soft surface with his leg bent up reminds him of happy diaper changes and it makes him feel littler everytime!

bonus points if from where he is on the floor he can see one of his family members sitting or standing above him and looking down at him because that's even more like a diaper change and it just makes him feel TINY and giggly

and one time while vee is gigglin and kickin on the floor suddenly he sees papa lean over him with a nice big soft smile! and he coos "aww did my baby have a little tumble?"

"baba w-b-bumble!"

"yes sweetheart, you tumbled!" and patton picks up jiji where she was on the blankie and holds her up and "my baby went weeeeeeee~" and shows him jiji slowly falling down from the air then wiggled her over virgils tummy

and because papa is being funny it just makes vee so much more excited and he squeals and grabs jiji tight and kicks his feet and giggles

and his baby gigglin makes papa giggle too and he can't help but reach down and wiggle his fingers around vee's sides and vee's giggles get squeaky and he babbles through then "baba ma mamaba" all while gigglin

and it makes patton laugh so much and he leans down and blows a raspberry on vee's cheek and vee SQUEALS and then patton laughs and oresses lots of kisses in the same place and they have a bit of a giggle fit

but after they calm down vee stays lying on the blankie with his lil baby legs folded up bc it's such a baby position and they play a game with papa leaning over him - maybe just patton singing and nursery rhyme while vee babbles and tries to help sing - and it makes them both feel so so deep in their little and caregiver headspaces 🥺

[newtonsheffield]

Seeing as the bridgerton seem to always be under scrutiny by the oress and paps, did penelope face a lot of gossip when she got with colin? 💖

Hmmmm, Unfortunately yes she received a little criticism when she started dating novelist Colin Bridgerton. Thought the newspaper that she works for does, out of respect for her, limit the amount that goes in it. 

The other Bridgerton spouses are not so lucky. With the exception of Lucy Abernathy Whose family runs a media conglomerate and they keep any news of her dating Gregory Bridgerton out of the news. Mostly because they’re hoping she’ll come to her senses soon and stop dating “Gerald”. 

[ask-the-charming-siblings]

TW: TORTURE, SILVERSTREAK ANGST, BLOOD MENTION.

"Well then, if it isn't my old pal Dexterous" The silhouette said.

"What the fuck do you want Brutus? Why'd you tie me up?" he struggled and failed to get out of the rope tied around his wrists.

"Call it what you will, Revenge, justice, tort-"

"A declaration of war?" Dexter spat

"Sure" Brutus wiped the spit off of his face. "But appreciate that she won't be experiencing any physical harm" he stepped to the side and pointed to Cerise, leaned against the wall gagged and bound.

Dexter’s eyes widened in fear, “Cerise?! Why did you drag her into this?”

"Because I can and I just want to enjoy this" the other Charming prince smirks. "tell me something Dexterous. Will you?"

"As if I had the fucking choice? What?"

"500 years ago, there was a war was there not?"

"Between our houses? Yes"

"And what did your family do to mine, hmm?" he took a pocket knife out of his pocket.

"We made you sign a peace treaty."

"And?" his smirk grew wider

"That's it, we made you sign a peace treaty." Dexter's tone grew in aggression

"Lies" Brutus yelled, as he cut his left cheek, ensuring that it was deep, slow and painful. Dexter winced as the blood flowed down his cheek. Brutus wiped away some of the blood on Dexter's cheek with his thumb and licked it.

"Lies? I'm not lyi-" Dexter was cut off by al sudden sharp pain in his left hand, he looked down. Brutus had slammed the knife into the middle of his hand. What made the pain unbearable was Brutus' attempt to remove the blade, he struggled, he moved it side to side to get it unstuck from the wood of the chair. It had hurt so much Dexter started to tear up, he tried to hold back the tears.

"I'm gonna give you one more chance to tell the truth before I move one so tell me the truth and you won't have to scream in pain."

"I seriously have no idea what you're on about" Dexter replied.

Cerise had woken up, confused and tried to speak but the gag made it impossible.

"Ahh..." Brutus sighed "Looks like our audience is awake" he walked over to Cerise, leaving the knife in Dexter's hand.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Dexter yelled.

"Oh, why would I?" he undid the gag "I'm just getting rid of this" he threw it to the side before returning to Dexter and then unwedged the knife. Dexter grimaced in sheer agony.

"What are you doing to him?" Cerise growled.

"Just a little revenge." Brutus answered.

"Why?" Dexter asked.

Brutus' smile dropped and he started to raise his voice in anger: "Why? Oh that's a funny one." he laughed for 6 seconds, he was unhinged "Maybe because your family, debted mine and left us for dead." he yelled as he pointed the knife to his throat, poking him. He oressed the knife deeper to draw blood, but instantly removed the knife as not to kill "And I. Will. Have. My revenge." he flipped the knife and plunged it into Dexter's thigh. Dexter held back another reaction, but his face scrunched which pleased the brute.

Cerise yelled "Stop! Stop it please!" as she choked on her tears "Please stop..." her voiced died down as Brutus stabbed yet again, this time it was Dexter's collar. She coukd hear the steel rip through the fabric and skin, she geard Dexter's silent beg for it to stop, she heard him remove the knife and she saw the blood drip down from the silver surface to the floor. She heard 'plip, plop, plip, plop', it kept repeating she tuned out Brutus's yelling. She unconsciously focused on the sound of the knife breaking skin and the thwip it made through the air when he would shake the blood off to continue.

[farm2family]

What's for dinner CSA members? Panzanella Tuscan bread salad using last week's Billly Bread, roma tomatoes, sweet and chilaca peppers, garlic, Mt View mozzarella and El Favorito fresh oressed olive oil from Cosecha Chile 2020 from @freshpressedoliveoilclub - its extraordinary! (at Farm to Family CSA/The FarmBus) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDhu0Z2ljki/?igshid=1ksi5sv2ao7u6

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Send me 🕐 and an age to interact with my muse at that particular age

   (''... Sweetheart, get some rest. You've already done so much, really...'')

  There's quiet for a moment, the echo of a gentle, deep voice speaking to someone. And whoever they're speaking with answers back a simple ''It's never enough,'' with a trembling, familiar sweet voice that fills the air like a scent, but not quite so.

  The vaguely warm atmosphere freezes the moment an unknown person pops in the room from nowhere, in a fashion that must be typical to all the seven figures in the room.

  It's a dark one: the dimly lit torches can still make the crimson or roughly made stone known even to newcomers, and it reflects on wounded, mutilated and worried faces -- on eyes staring at the situation in thought and vague terror. Particulary on one.

  It's a very familiar face, too. Brown, dry skin painted with freckles and a shocked expression, body trembling under the massive power of the aura she was submitting to. An uneven mop of hair covered part of her own face, but the glimmer of molten gold towards him was unmistikable. They burned with something fiery, akin to determination and anger -- her nudities partially covered thanks to a bloody, tight bandage wrapped around her chest. Chipped, wounded bandaged hands were holding a bucket of water as she was passing it to a thirsty prisoner, which scarfed down on it like a vital resource.

  Simon sprung on her feet, threatening as a bee -- and her spiked voice came out cold and threatening from her mangled throat.

  ''Nice appearence here. So, what will you report me for, this time?''

  Effectively, there were a few items out of place in the desolated prisons. The first one was the food, cooked meat and bread some prisoners were scarfing down in arranged plates -- and the blankets a small part of them was lying onto, lamenting pains and wounds that were clearly visible on their bodies. Corpses were lucid with sweat and partially melted water to help the fevers, or slow down the infections... or both. A particulary lucid prisoner, with mismatched eyes, was staring at him from his opened cell in a snake-like fashion -- cold and calculated, with his gaze flickering back to her before returning to examine the situation.

  And amidst the chaos, she stood up, worried eyes affixed on her.

  ''I stole food, blankets and Gods knows what else. Did you came here to gloat about how much pain he will put me in once you lick His ass as you tattletale? He isn't going to give you a promotion, you know -- just a fleetal promise. So save your breath.''

  Her voice was like a sword shrieking its way down to be oiled, sharp and caustic, and reeked of the ancient rebellious spirit she had once. She took a step closer to him, then another -- and a rusty, long bladed knife was in her hand, slighty shaky but stable enough to wound.

  ''You can go up there and tell him all the sweet words you want to -- he can kill me an hundred times, but He cannot... He will not harm my family. Did you heard me...?!''

  By now, Wrath would have found himself with his back against the wall, or a knife oressed against the throat if only he stood still in front of her rage. Nostrils white and dilated, her mouth opened to show sharp incisors threatening to sink into his skin at any moment, body wracked with shakes.

  ''DID YOU HEARD ME?!''

[gaypomroyalty]

"I am just saying." She lets go "don't you all see the hypocrisy. You are willing to kill an infant. Not even willing to do the heroic thing and rescue them to raise them here. But a women who has more blood on her hands." Her wubgs oressed against her back shifting against the bonds. "How can we." She looked at rhw other hunters. "Claim to be as scared as the angels when we let those have fallen stay here. Magnus has more compassion than anyone here in terms of keeping the hunters clean. We all know the damage the circle has done to the downworlders. The infants and family killed. The rapes the taking of land the torture. Yet all magnus is asking is for them to be reformed. How can we not offer such a small request."

“So fare,how’s life?” Mercury said as he looked at his drink, wearing a blue jacket that covered his shadowhunter mark. (Shadowhunter au)

"Worse than yours." She grumbled. Her hair was slicked back and she had on a open white with gold trim blazer showing off her tattoos while her dress pants were white. She downed her scotch before pouring more

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it's saturdaaaaaay so have some Sith babies i made in this picrew

Toki and Ceanne Oress, Tezanna Oress and Nogeco Kallig's precious Sithspawn (Nogeco goes with @dak-legacy)

Toki Oress: Only boy and spitting miniature of his father, Toki knows every corner of the family home where he can hide from his younger sister or older half-sister. He enjoys reading in total solitude or going to archeological digs with his father or Uncle Talos.

Ceanne Oress: Youngest child and proud occupant of the Baby of the Family spot, even if neither her brother or half-sister is inclined to treating her as such. On the other hand, her father's insistence that his little princess can do no wrong has created something of a monster that her mother struggles to tame.

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Finally back on SWTOR and playing with Tezanna's adorable baby boy, Toki

11/10 momma's boy with a snarky streak

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Josha Stradowski would be such a good fc for one of the older Oress brothers and now i will have that on my mind all day

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My headcanon ranges from:

Nogeco and Tezanna keep their children shielded from Imperial society for their own protection, when Toki and Ceanne finally go to Korriban they get to do so without their parents’ names painting a target on their backs

to

Nogeco wears Toki in a baby harness to Dark Council meetings and does a squeaky impersonation of him, “My son here thinks we should adjourn the session,” “hear hear!”

there is no middle ground

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If anyone was ever sad about me killing off Tezanna’s mum, AKA Catherina Oress, AKA The Bitch from Hell (as titled by both Elessabeth and Trismikian) don’t worry! She comes back later as a tricksy Sith spirit to manipulate and attempt to possess Tezanna’s younger daughter Ceanne. Fun times!

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“Three generations of dual-wielding Sith”

Write that down. I need to use it later. For.. idk but something.

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WIP that will probably never get finished, but gosh dang do I love some Oress family drama (with bonus Quinn who needs to GTFO of that mess pronto)

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How Tezanna’s sister kept getting aboard the ship, Quinn didn’t know, but if Tezanna made no request to keep Elessabeth away, he could hardly lock her out. For a woman apparently high on the Republic’s Most Wanted list, Elessabeth had far too much free time on her hands for Quinn’s liking.

He’d have preferred it if his sister-in-law had been banished from the ship after the incident with Lieutenant Pierce in the supply closet.

Quinn cleared his throat. Elessabeth twitched, casting a glance vaguely in his direction, then back down to the bassinet. “Pehani Catherina,” She crooned in a sickeningly sweet voice at her sleeping niece. “Your daddy didn’t pick your name out, did he? No, he didn’t.”

An obvious attempt to rile him, but an unsuccessful one. By Tezanna’s word, his daughter’s first name came from a renowned ancestor, and it was hardly uncommon to give a grandparent’s name to a child as a second name. Of course, the plan had been that any future daughters or sons would be given a name from his side of the family.

That plan was long discarded.

“Whatever Tezanna told you about your little girl’s name, it’s gundark shit.” Elessabeth straightened her back and turned to Quinn. “Pehani Oress was some distant great-great-great-aunt of ours who claimed she met the emperor. Then her kids locked her up in the Old Sith’s Home, she got a lung infection from inhaling one of her earrings, and kicked the big one.”

“Fascinating.” Quinn grated. 

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Wow sometimes I just think about how Tezanna and Elessabeth's stories are about breaking the cycle of familial abuse in their own ways and living lives that make them happy even if the things they went through mean their own sisterly relationship is near impossible to rekindle

This is now an OC word vomit blog again

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I change Catherina Oress’s fc too much for a backstory character who ends up murdered but let’s consider

Catherine O’Hara