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
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
🤣 They’re pretty. Speaking of pretty, one of my men just got home. Bye! 😈
November 11, 2025 at 9:12 PM
🤣 They’re pretty. Speaking of pretty, one of my men just got home. Bye! 😈
*whispers* Don’t tell them I said so but thank goodness for the Corness brothers. 🤭
November 11, 2025 at 8:58 PM
*whispers* Don’t tell them I said so but thank goodness for the Corness brothers. 🤭
*pouts* It’ll be character building for them. 🤭
November 11, 2025 at 8:32 PM
*pouts* It’ll be character building for them. 🤭
Fair. Why not join the competition and post a pic of yourself. 🧐🤣
November 11, 2025 at 8:00 PM
Fair. Why not join the competition and post a pic of yourself. 🧐🤣
Is anyone complaining? I’m not! 🤷🏻♀️🤣
November 11, 2025 at 6:56 PM
Is anyone complaining? I’m not! 🤷🏻♀️🤣
🧵 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
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
The vow was already made, and they both knew it: every birthday from here on out, these three little girls—their newest sisters—would never be forgotten.
🧵✔️
🧵✔️
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
The vow was already made, and they both knew it: every birthday from here on out, these three little girls—their newest sisters—would never be forgotten.
🧵✔️
🧵✔️
—to open presents wrapped just for them, to feel celebrated simply for existing. Because sisters should always know they’re worth celebrating.
Her eyes found Bowie’s across the flour-dusted counter. The older girls didn’t speak, didn’t have to. One look was enough.
Her eyes found Bowie’s across the flour-dusted counter. The older girls didn’t speak, didn’t have to. One look was enough.
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
—to open presents wrapped just for them, to feel celebrated simply for existing. Because sisters should always know they’re worth celebrating.
Her eyes found Bowie’s across the flour-dusted counter. The older girls didn’t speak, didn’t have to. One look was enough.
Her eyes found Bowie’s across the flour-dusted counter. The older girls didn’t speak, didn’t have to. One look was enough.
Stevie’s smile stayed steady, but inside she ached. She had asked the question like it was nothing, never imagining the answer could cut this deep. Now all she could think about was making sure these three girls would one day know what it felt like to blow out candles with people cheering too loud—
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Stevie’s smile stayed steady, but inside she ached. She had asked the question like it was nothing, never imagining the answer could cut this deep. Now all she could think about was making sure these three girls would one day know what it felt like to blow out candles with people cheering too loud—
Bowie’s throat tightened. They didn’t believe her yet—she could see it in their eyes—but for the first time since the girls had arrived, she caught the smallest flicker of hope. And she swore to herself, right then, she’d make good on every word. Sisters deserved nothing less.
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Bowie’s throat tightened. They didn’t believe her yet—she could see it in their eyes—but for the first time since the girls had arrived, she caught the smallest flicker of hope. And she swore to herself, right then, she’d make good on every word. Sisters deserved nothing less.
The kitchen stayed quiet for a breath, the kind that stretched long enough to feel like something shifting. Phaídra glanced at Anya. Anya glanced at Lyra. And Lyra, with flour on her cheek, whispered almost to herself, “Cake…and balloons…”
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
The kitchen stayed quiet for a breath, the kind that stretched long enough to feel like something shifting. Phaídra glanced at Anya. Anya glanced at Lyra. And Lyra, with flour on her cheek, whispered almost to herself, “Cake…and balloons…”
And a whole kitchen full of chaos just for you.”
Phaídra blinked like she wasn’t sure if she believed it.
Anya asked, “Even if we don’t remember the real day?”
Bowie didn’t hesitate. “Especially then.”
Phaídra blinked like she wasn’t sure if she believed it.
Anya asked, “Even if we don’t remember the real day?”
Bowie didn’t hesitate. “Especially then.”
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
And a whole kitchen full of chaos just for you.”
Phaídra blinked like she wasn’t sure if she believed it.
Anya asked, “Even if we don’t remember the real day?”
Bowie didn’t hesitate. “Especially then.”
Phaídra blinked like she wasn’t sure if she believed it.
Anya asked, “Even if we don’t remember the real day?”
Bowie didn’t hesitate. “Especially then.”
Bowie stepped away from the oven and wiped her hands on her jeans before she crouched down in front of them.
“Well,” she said, voice warm but certain, “then we’ll pick new ones. Together. And next time your birthdays come around, you’ll get cake. Balloons. Bad singing.
“Well,” she said, voice warm but certain, “then we’ll pick new ones. Together. And next time your birthdays come around, you’ll get cake. Balloons. Bad singing.
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Bowie stepped away from the oven and wiped her hands on her jeans before she crouched down in front of them.
“Well,” she said, voice warm but certain, “then we’ll pick new ones. Together. And next time your birthdays come around, you’ll get cake. Balloons. Bad singing.
“Well,” she said, voice warm but certain, “then we’ll pick new ones. Together. And next time your birthdays come around, you’ll get cake. Balloons. Bad singing.
Anya picked up the cutter again, tracing its edge with her fingertip. “No one ever told us what day it was.”
Even Lyra was quiet now, blinking slowly like she was still trying to understand what it meant—not to be left out, but to have never been counted in.
Even Lyra was quiet now, blinking slowly like she was still trying to understand what it meant—not to be left out, but to have never been counted in.
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Anya picked up the cutter again, tracing its edge with her fingertip. “No one ever told us what day it was.”
Even Lyra was quiet now, blinking slowly like she was still trying to understand what it meant—not to be left out, but to have never been counted in.
Even Lyra was quiet now, blinking slowly like she was still trying to understand what it meant—not to be left out, but to have never been counted in.
Stevie’s breath caught. Just slightly. But the smile stayed.
“You’ve never had a birthday party?”
Phaídra shrugged. Not defiant. Just matter-of-fact. “I don’t think so. Maybe when we were really little. But we don’t remember.”
“You’ve never had a birthday party?”
Phaídra shrugged. Not defiant. Just matter-of-fact. “I don’t think so. Maybe when we were really little. But we don’t remember.”
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Stevie’s breath caught. Just slightly. But the smile stayed.
“You’ve never had a birthday party?”
Phaídra shrugged. Not defiant. Just matter-of-fact. “I don’t think so. Maybe when we were really little. But we don’t remember.”
“You’ve never had a birthday party?”
Phaídra shrugged. Not defiant. Just matter-of-fact. “I don’t think so. Maybe when we were really little. But we don’t remember.”
Phaídra’s hands slowed, her smile fading around the edges. Anya dropped the cookie cutter in her hand, eyes shifting sideways like she was trying to gauge if it was safe to answer. And Lyra—sweet, soft Lyra—tilted her head and looked up at Stevie, her voice quiet but clear.
“What’s a birthday?”
“What’s a birthday?”
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Phaídra’s hands slowed, her smile fading around the edges. Anya dropped the cookie cutter in her hand, eyes shifting sideways like she was trying to gauge if it was safe to answer. And Lyra—sweet, soft Lyra—tilted her head and looked up at Stevie, her voice quiet but clear.
“What’s a birthday?”
“What’s a birthday?”
It was the kind of question that should’ve made the room louder. The kind kids usually answered with countdowns and cake flavors and stories about pony rides.
But this time, the room went still.
Not heavy.
Just…still.
But this time, the room went still.
Not heavy.
Just…still.
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
It was the kind of question that should’ve made the room louder. The kind kids usually answered with countdowns and cake flavors and stories about pony rides.
But this time, the room went still.
Not heavy.
Just…still.
But this time, the room went still.
Not heavy.
Just…still.
Still, their shoulders stayed tight, as if they were braced for rules they didn’t know yet.
Stevie leaned against the pantry door, licking a spoon and grinning. “So when’s your birthday?” she asked, light and easy. “We’ve gotta plan something good now that you’re here with us.”
Stevie leaned against the pantry door, licking a spoon and grinning. “So when’s your birthday?” she asked, light and easy. “We’ve gotta plan something good now that you’re here with us.”
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Still, their shoulders stayed tight, as if they were braced for rules they didn’t know yet.
Stevie leaned against the pantry door, licking a spoon and grinning. “So when’s your birthday?” she asked, light and easy. “We’ve gotta plan something good now that you’re here with us.”
Stevie leaned against the pantry door, licking a spoon and grinning. “So when’s your birthday?” she asked, light and easy. “We’ve gotta plan something good now that you’re here with us.”
—but their voices stayed careful, testing the edges of what was allowed in this new house.
It had only been a week. They were learning, slowly, that raised voices here didn’t mean danger. That laughter didn’t get you sent away.
It had only been a week. They were learning, slowly, that raised voices here didn’t mean danger. That laughter didn’t get you sent away.
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
—but their voices stayed careful, testing the edges of what was allowed in this new house.
It had only been a week. They were learning, slowly, that raised voices here didn’t mean danger. That laughter didn’t get you sent away.
It had only been a week. They were learning, slowly, that raised voices here didn’t mean danger. That laughter didn’t get you sent away.
All three girls were crowded on stools at the kitchen island, their small legs swinging above the floor.
Lyra leaned forward with her hands sunk deep into dough she wasn’t supposed to be touching, while Phaídra and Anya bickered softly over cookie cutters—rainbow or hearts—
Lyra leaned forward with her hands sunk deep into dough she wasn’t supposed to be touching, while Phaídra and Anya bickered softly over cookie cutters—rainbow or hearts—
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
All three girls were crowded on stools at the kitchen island, their small legs swinging above the floor.
Lyra leaned forward with her hands sunk deep into dough she wasn’t supposed to be touching, while Phaídra and Anya bickered softly over cookie cutters—rainbow or hearts—
Lyra leaned forward with her hands sunk deep into dough she wasn’t supposed to be touching, while Phaídra and Anya bickered softly over cookie cutters—rainbow or hearts—
The kitchen smelled like brown sugar and warm vanilla, and someone had spilled flour down the front of the dishwasher. The kind of mess that would’ve earned sharp words somewhere else—but here, nobody raised their voice.
October 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM
The kitchen smelled like brown sugar and warm vanilla, and someone had spilled flour down the front of the dishwasher. The kind of mess that would’ve earned sharp words somewhere else—but here, nobody raised their voice.
🧵 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
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
Because one day, maybe years from now, when Anya doubts how far she’s come—or when Thorne forgets how much he’s become—Sloane will have proof that this moment existed.
That love was already there.
Even before they knew what to call it.
🧵✔️
That love was already there.
Even before they knew what to call it.
🧵✔️
September 30, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Because one day, maybe years from now, when Anya doubts how far she’s come—or when Thorne forgets how much he’s become—Sloane will have proof that this moment existed.
That love was already there.
Even before they knew what to call it.
🧵✔️
That love was already there.
Even before they knew what to call it.
🧵✔️