Sloane — *Roleplay*
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Sloane — *Roleplay*
@sloanerp.bsky.social
Parody/Role play account for OCs.
AI media is mine.
Not associated with any FCs.
Just me, weaving threads & getting way too invested in fictional people.

“Sloane & The Hayes Brothers”

#WovenByMC
#SoloSL #NSFW
#ContentWarnings
🧵 No One Ever Said

It was just a question. A casual, playful thing. But the answer didn’t come with a smile. It didn’t come at all.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
🧵 Lap Full of Proof

She didn’t ask. Didn’t wait for an invitation. Just grabbed a spoon, a yogurt, and the place she’d already decided was hers.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 30, 2025 at 1:54 PM
🧵 She Knew Before He Said a Word

He didn’t need to explain. Just walked in like he was holding a miracle too big for words. And she opened her arms like she’d been waiting to carry it with him.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 29, 2025 at 11:56 PM
🧵 Goodnight, Daddy

It wasn’t Lyra who said it first. It was Anya—half-asleep and full of trust. And it hit him harder than any storm ever had.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 28, 2025 at 3:14 PM
🧵 If I Break, Don’t Let Them Feel It

He didn’t ask for a pep talk.
Just a truth check.
And Frank—Frank gave him one that held.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 28, 2025 at 4:57 AM
🧵 Didn’t Know It Could Be Like This

He didn’t say a word. Just sat with the weight of it all. A home. His daughters. A family that didn’t flinch.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 28, 2025 at 1:04 AM
🧵 She Built the Safe Place

He didn’t need to raise his voice to say it. Just held her tighter and kissed her neck like she was the beginning of every good thing.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 27, 2025 at 7:28 PM
🧵 He Knew Without Asking

He didn’t ask what happened. He didn’t need to. He just lay down, close enough to count. And made sure they knew they weren’t alone.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 14, 2025 at 5:43 PM
🧵 Learning the Language of Home

They didn’t speak much that first morning. Just watched. Like joy was a movie they weren’t sure they were allowed to star in.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 13, 2025 at 2:39 PM
“What are your names?” he asked, voice low. “And how old are you?”

“I’m Phaídra. We’re five. Anya’s five too. But she was born first.”

Anya rolled her eyes. “By two minutes.”

“I’m Lyra,” the littlest whispered. “I’m three.”

And then she leaned forward. Right into his chest.
September 8, 2025 at 1:08 AM
🧵 Names, Rooms, and Something Like Forever

He didn’t need a DNA test. Just the way the littlest reached for his hand. Like she already knew where she belonged.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 8, 2025 at 1:08 AM
Beside her, Thorne didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe.

The porch. The girls. The car. The driver’s face—blurred by speed and sun, but undeniably gone.

And the note. She held it out.

He read it once. Then again.
September 6, 2025 at 6:00 PM
🧵 What the Camera Caught

He didn’t know. Not about the girls. Not about the note. Not about how the whole porch would feel different from now on.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 6, 2025 at 6:00 PM
🧵 Three Little Shadows

They didn’t knock. Didn’t cry. Just sat there—sunlit and waiting. With a bag. A note. And blood a nosebleed.

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
September 4, 2025 at 11:54 PM
//Mood 🐐🐐🐐

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June 17, 2025 at 5:45 PM
🪵 The Quiet After the Storm

[Backyard, late afternoon. Sun-warmed chaos. Family at full volume. And a pocket of peace tucked just off the patio.]

#TheHayesEffect
#BuiltFromTheAshes
June 14, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Sloane stood in the center of it all, grinning in belief that this was her life.
Frank brushed past her with a box of framed photos and kissed her shoulder.
Thorne tossed her an apple as he passed through the kitchen, she caught it.
Ford reached over from the couch and tugged her down into his lap.
June 7, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Thorne (deadpan):
“I’m moving into the garage.”

Stevie (from the stairs):
“Too late! We claimed that for Girl Band Rehearsal and Emotional Breakdown Wednesdays!”

Inside, it was full tilt.

“Why are there five hair dryers?”
“Because we have hair, Thorne.”
June 7, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Lennon opened the door and was immediately tackled by Bowie holding snacks and declarations of friendship.

“We’re home, people! Brace yourselves!”

“We live here already,” Lennon replied—though he didn’t sound mad about it.
June 7, 2025 at 2:33 PM
The official move-in had been timed like a military op.
Frank, Nikki, and Rikki pulled in just behind Sloane, Stevie, and Bowie.
Six humans, a dog, a cat, two more vehicles, and about twenty-five blankets.
June 7, 2025 at 2:33 PM
🧵 The Day the House Got Loud

Used to come home to quiet. Thought I liked it.
Then six people, a cat, and a dog moved in.
Now there’s noise, feet everywhere, and laughter in the walls.
And I don’t miss the quiet at all.

#TheHayesEffect #JuiceBoxDiplomacy
June 7, 2025 at 2:33 PM
They walked into the room like a storm with popcorn.
Laid it all out.
No fear, no apologies—just truth.
Turns out, the kids weren’t waiting for permission.
They were waiting for us to catch up.
May 29, 2025 at 3:06 AM
Thorne ~
They came in like a storm.
No fear. No hesitation.
Just five kids who already knew the answer and decided it was time we did too.

I didn’t say much. I never do.
But I’ve seen enough damage to know what healing looks like.
And this?
This is what it looks like when love chooses to stay.
May 28, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Lennon ~
I didn’t say much. I never do.
But they listened anyway.
And that’s how I knew…I belonged.
May 28, 2025 at 12:43 PM
Rikki ~
I didn’t think I could want something new and still miss what came before.
But I do. And I can.
And somehow…this doesn’t take anything away. It just adds.
May 28, 2025 at 12:37 PM