Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay*
@tierneyr.bsky.social
TEE-er-nee ROH-sheen
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Parody/Role play account for OC.
AI media is mine.
Not associated with any FCs.
Weaving threads & getting way too invested in fictional people.
#WovenByMC
#CountryFire #SoloSL
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Parody/Role play account for OC.
AI media is mine.
Not associated with any FCs.
Weaving threads & getting way too invested in fictional people.
#WovenByMC
#CountryFire #SoloSL
🧵 Life Goes On
Two lives, two beds, two kinds of silence. The farm doesn’t stop for her, the road doesn’t stop for him. Life goes on. And yet, in the ache of nights apart, they keep finding each other—voice by voice, word by word.
#CountryFire
#TierneyAndTalon
Two lives, two beds, two kinds of silence. The farm doesn’t stop for her, the road doesn’t stop for him. Life goes on. And yet, in the ache of nights apart, they keep finding each other—voice by voice, word by word.
#CountryFire
#TierneyAndTalon
September 30, 2025 at 2:22 PM
🧵 Life Goes On
Two lives, two beds, two kinds of silence. The farm doesn’t stop for her, the road doesn’t stop for him. Life goes on. And yet, in the ache of nights apart, they keep finding each other—voice by voice, word by word.
#CountryFire
#TierneyAndTalon
Two lives, two beds, two kinds of silence. The farm doesn’t stop for her, the road doesn’t stop for him. Life goes on. And yet, in the ache of nights apart, they keep finding each other—voice by voice, word by word.
#CountryFire
#TierneyAndTalon
Talon POV – Later, Alone
Somewhere over the Atlantic, the cabin lights dimmed and the hum of the engines blurred into a low, endless drone. He should have slept, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw her on that curb—
Somewhere over the Atlantic, the cabin lights dimmed and the hum of the engines blurred into a low, endless drone. He should have slept, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw her on that curb—
September 13, 2025 at 1:18 AM
Talon POV – Later, Alone
Somewhere over the Atlantic, the cabin lights dimmed and the hum of the engines blurred into a low, endless drone. He should have slept, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw her on that curb—
Somewhere over the Atlantic, the cabin lights dimmed and the hum of the engines blurred into a low, endless drone. He should have slept, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw her on that curb—
Tierney POV – The Drive Home
The truck felt cavernous without him. The seat beside her still held his warmth, the console smelled like his cologne, and yet the silence pressed down heavier than ever.
The truck felt cavernous without him. The seat beside her still held his warmth, the console smelled like his cologne, and yet the silence pressed down heavier than ever.
September 13, 2025 at 1:18 AM
Tierney POV – The Drive Home
The truck felt cavernous without him. The seat beside her still held his warmth, the console smelled like his cologne, and yet the silence pressed down heavier than ever.
The truck felt cavernous without him. The seat beside her still held his warmth, the console smelled like his cologne, and yet the silence pressed down heavier than ever.
🧵 Day 6 - Kiss at Gate 12
Sometimes it’s not the kiss you remember. It’s everything that led to it.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
Sometimes it’s not the kiss you remember. It’s everything that led to it.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
September 13, 2025 at 1:18 AM
🧵 Day 6 - Kiss at Gate 12
Sometimes it’s not the kiss you remember. It’s everything that led to it.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
Sometimes it’s not the kiss you remember. It’s everything that led to it.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
🧵 Day 5 – Under the Lamplight
She pressed, he admitted. She touched, he held. And somewhere in the quiet, trust began to take root.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
She pressed, he admitted. She touched, he held. And somewhere in the quiet, trust began to take root.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
September 6, 2025 at 7:22 PM
🧵 Day 5 – Under the Lamplight
She pressed, he admitted. She touched, he held. And somewhere in the quiet, trust began to take root.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
She pressed, he admitted. She touched, he held. And somewhere in the quiet, trust began to take root.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
🧵 Day 5 - The Booth That Burned Steady
She thought it was dinner. He knew it was declaration. Between steakhouse lights and soft vows, they stopped pretending it was just a spark.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
She thought it was dinner. He knew it was declaration. Between steakhouse lights and soft vows, they stopped pretending it was just a spark.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
September 2, 2025 at 6:41 PM
🧵 Day 5 - The Booth That Burned Steady
She thought it was dinner. He knew it was declaration. Between steakhouse lights and soft vows, they stopped pretending it was just a spark.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
She thought it was dinner. He knew it was declaration. Between steakhouse lights and soft vows, they stopped pretending it was just a spark.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
The embroidered dress skimmed her thighs with every step, layers of tulle and wildflowers stitched in threads of red, blue, and soft pink. The green heels Síomhaith had insisted were “perfect” clicked against the wood as Tierney descended.
August 31, 2025 at 5:24 PM
The embroidered dress skimmed her thighs with every step, layers of tulle and wildflowers stitched in threads of red, blue, and soft pink. The green heels Síomhaith had insisted were “perfect” clicked against the wood as Tierney descended.
🧵 Day 5 - From Stairs to Steakhouse
Her brothers grumbled, her mother smiled, and Talon just stared. By the time they hit the highway, she was asking the one question no one else had thought to: not where he’d been, but where he was going.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
Her brothers grumbled, her mother smiled, and Talon just stared. By the time they hit the highway, she was asking the one question no one else had thought to: not where he’d been, but where he was going.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
August 31, 2025 at 5:24 PM
🧵 Day 5 - From Stairs to Steakhouse
Her brothers grumbled, her mother smiled, and Talon just stared. By the time they hit the highway, she was asking the one question no one else had thought to: not where he’d been, but where he was going.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
Her brothers grumbled, her mother smiled, and Talon just stared. By the time they hit the highway, she was asking the one question no one else had thought to: not where he’d been, but where he was going.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
🧵 Day 5 - Before He Even Saw Her
Her brothers fussed, her mother smiled, and Logan blurted the truth. Talon, waiting downstairs, grinned to himself. He didn’t need to see her yet to know she was radiant.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
Her brothers fussed, her mother smiled, and Logan blurted the truth. Talon, waiting downstairs, grinned to himself. He didn’t need to see her yet to know she was radiant.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
August 31, 2025 at 12:56 AM
🧵 Day 5 - Before He Even Saw Her
Her brothers fussed, her mother smiled, and Logan blurted the truth. Talon, waiting downstairs, grinned to himself. He didn’t need to see her yet to know she was radiant.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
Her brothers fussed, her mother smiled, and Logan blurted the truth. Talon, waiting downstairs, grinned to himself. He didn’t need to see her yet to know she was radiant.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
—and then the pantry door banged wide.
“Tee, where’s the peanut butter?” Drake blurted, already halfway inside before his brain caught up with what he was seeing. His eyes darted from his sister’s flushed face to Talon standing way too close, and back again.
“Tee, where’s the peanut butter?” Drake blurted, already halfway inside before his brain caught up with what he was seeing. His eyes darted from his sister’s flushed face to Talon standing way too close, and back again.
August 30, 2025 at 3:04 PM
—and then the pantry door banged wide.
“Tee, where’s the peanut butter?” Drake blurted, already halfway inside before his brain caught up with what he was seeing. His eyes darted from his sister’s flushed face to Talon standing way too close, and back again.
“Tee, where’s the peanut butter?” Drake blurted, already halfway inside before his brain caught up with what he was seeing. His eyes darted from his sister’s flushed face to Talon standing way too close, and back again.
He found her in the pantry, reaching for jars of preserves, her curls catching the light. She turned at the sound of his step, brows lifting in question.
“Tierney.” His voice was lower than he meant, rough with something he didn’t name. “Have dinner with me tonight. In town. Just us.”
“Tierney.” His voice was lower than he meant, rough with something he didn’t name. “Have dinner with me tonight. In town. Just us.”
August 30, 2025 at 3:04 PM
He found her in the pantry, reaching for jars of preserves, her curls catching the light. She turned at the sound of his step, brows lifting in question.
“Tierney.” His voice was lower than he meant, rough with something he didn’t name. “Have dinner with me tonight. In town. Just us.”
“Tierney.” His voice was lower than he meant, rough with something he didn’t name. “Have dinner with me tonight. In town. Just us.”
John didn’t look up right away. He finished the note, closed the book, and then fixed Talon with those sharp eyes. “Something on your mind?”
Talon cleared his throat, stepped inside. “Yes, sir.”
John arched a brow, but his hand never left Daniel’s stomach. “Go on.”
Talon cleared his throat, stepped inside. “Yes, sir.”
John arched a brow, but his hand never left Daniel’s stomach. “Go on.”
August 30, 2025 at 3:04 PM
John didn’t look up right away. He finished the note, closed the book, and then fixed Talon with those sharp eyes. “Something on your mind?”
Talon cleared his throat, stepped inside. “Yes, sir.”
John arched a brow, but his hand never left Daniel’s stomach. “Go on.”
Talon cleared his throat, stepped inside. “Yes, sir.”
John arched a brow, but his hand never left Daniel’s stomach. “Go on.”
🧵 Day 5 - Too Many in the Pantry
He asked her father for permission. He made the reservation with a racing heart. And then, somehow, the pantry became the place she was left blushing.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
He asked her father for permission. He made the reservation with a racing heart. And then, somehow, the pantry became the place she was left blushing.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
August 30, 2025 at 3:04 PM
🧵 Day 5 - Too Many in the Pantry
He asked her father for permission. He made the reservation with a racing heart. And then, somehow, the pantry became the place she was left blushing.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
He asked her father for permission. He made the reservation with a racing heart. And then, somehow, the pantry became the place she was left blushing.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
🧵 Day 5 - Breakfast for Ten and One Viking
The kitchen roared with Flannery chaos—jam fights, dusty boots, biscuits in the oven. But she still noticed him. Still asked. And his answer was a kiss.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
The kitchen roared with Flannery chaos—jam fights, dusty boots, biscuits in the oven. But she still noticed him. Still asked. And his answer was a kiss.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
August 29, 2025 at 12:07 AM
🧵 Day 5 - Breakfast for Ten and One Viking
The kitchen roared with Flannery chaos—jam fights, dusty boots, biscuits in the oven. But she still noticed him. Still asked. And his answer was a kiss.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
The kitchen roared with Flannery chaos—jam fights, dusty boots, biscuits in the oven. But she still noticed him. Still asked. And his answer was a kiss.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
She broke a scone into pieces, handing them out with mock sternness. “One each. No fighting.”
Brie butted her gently, earning an eye-roll. “Easy, queenie. You’ll get your turn in the stanchion. Running rich lately—Mama’ll be thrilled.”
Brie butted her gently, earning an eye-roll. “Easy, queenie. You’ll get your turn in the stanchion. Running rich lately—Mama’ll be thrilled.”
August 27, 2025 at 11:07 PM
She broke a scone into pieces, handing them out with mock sternness. “One each. No fighting.”
Brie butted her gently, earning an eye-roll. “Easy, queenie. You’ll get your turn in the stanchion. Running rich lately—Mama’ll be thrilled.”
Brie butted her gently, earning an eye-roll. “Easy, queenie. You’ll get your turn in the stanchion. Running rich lately—Mama’ll be thrilled.”
Tierney was barefoot in the garden, basket balanced on her hip, sunlight spilling over her like it was born for her. That beige sundress clung soft at the waist, fluttered at the hem. She hummed under her breath while she sorted vegetables with the same reverence some men reserved for relics.
August 27, 2025 at 11:07 PM
Tierney was barefoot in the garden, basket balanced on her hip, sunlight spilling over her like it was born for her. That beige sundress clung soft at the waist, fluttered at the hem. She hummed under her breath while she sorted vegetables with the same reverence some men reserved for relics.
🧵 Day 5 - Goat Confessions & Rosemary Scones
She kissed Buttercup on the head and scolded Juniper like a wayward child. He wasn’t supposed to hear it — but now he can’t forget it.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
She kissed Buttercup on the head and scolded Juniper like a wayward child. He wasn’t supposed to hear it — but now he can’t forget it.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
August 27, 2025 at 11:07 PM
🧵 Day 5 - Goat Confessions & Rosemary Scones
She kissed Buttercup on the head and scolded Juniper like a wayward child. He wasn’t supposed to hear it — but now he can’t forget it.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
She kissed Buttercup on the head and scolded Juniper like a wayward child. He wasn’t supposed to hear it — but now he can’t forget it.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
On her other side, the unicorn reared proud and wild, roses inked around its legs in a way that softened nothing, only sharpened the defiance.
Talon’s breath caught before he could mask it. Tattoos were part of his past—art etched into skin, each with a story.
Talon’s breath caught before he could mask it. Tattoos were part of his past—art etched into skin, each with a story.
August 24, 2025 at 5:36 PM
On her other side, the unicorn reared proud and wild, roses inked around its legs in a way that softened nothing, only sharpened the defiance.
Talon’s breath caught before he could mask it. Tattoos were part of his past—art etched into skin, each with a story.
Talon’s breath caught before he could mask it. Tattoos were part of his past—art etched into skin, each with a story.
The fabric slipped off her shoulders and landed over the back of a chair revealing her sporty navy and white bikini.
Talon had half expected her to show up in a modest one-piece, maybe even with shorts thrown over. Then he caught himself—she was Catholic, not Amish.
Talon had half expected her to show up in a modest one-piece, maybe even with shorts thrown over. Then he caught himself—she was Catholic, not Amish.
August 24, 2025 at 5:36 PM
The fabric slipped off her shoulders and landed over the back of a chair revealing her sporty navy and white bikini.
Talon had half expected her to show up in a modest one-piece, maybe even with shorts thrown over. Then he caught himself—she was Catholic, not Amish.
Talon had half expected her to show up in a modest one-piece, maybe even with shorts thrown over. Then he caught himself—she was Catholic, not Amish.
The twins tag-teamed poor Ranger, the family dog, trying to coax him onto a float like it was his destiny.
Mojo and Moxie patrolled the pool’s edge with sharp eyes, every splash earning them a suspicious stare. They weren’t built for swimming—Tierney’s Malinois were built for order, for guarding—
Mojo and Moxie patrolled the pool’s edge with sharp eyes, every splash earning them a suspicious stare. They weren’t built for swimming—Tierney’s Malinois were built for order, for guarding—
August 24, 2025 at 5:36 PM
The twins tag-teamed poor Ranger, the family dog, trying to coax him onto a float like it was his destiny.
Mojo and Moxie patrolled the pool’s edge with sharp eyes, every splash earning them a suspicious stare. They weren’t built for swimming—Tierney’s Malinois were built for order, for guarding—
Mojo and Moxie patrolled the pool’s edge with sharp eyes, every splash earning them a suspicious stare. They weren’t built for swimming—Tierney’s Malinois were built for order, for guarding—
⚠️ #TriggerWarning ⚠️
This thread contains references to childhood sexual assault (not graphic). Please read with care.
🧵 Day 4 - The Stories She Wears, The Chaos She Loves
They came for pool day. He left wondering if forever could look like this.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
This thread contains references to childhood sexual assault (not graphic). Please read with care.
🧵 Day 4 - The Stories She Wears, The Chaos She Loves
They came for pool day. He left wondering if forever could look like this.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
August 24, 2025 at 5:36 PM
⚠️ #TriggerWarning ⚠️
This thread contains references to childhood sexual assault (not graphic). Please read with care.
🧵 Day 4 - The Stories She Wears, The Chaos She Loves
They came for pool day. He left wondering if forever could look like this.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
This thread contains references to childhood sexual assault (not graphic). Please read with care.
🧵 Day 4 - The Stories She Wears, The Chaos She Loves
They came for pool day. He left wondering if forever could look like this.
#TierneyAndTalon
#WadeInTheFire
#CountryFire
…arms loose at his sides, an easy half-smile tugging at his mouth.
Then came the sound of heels on hardwood.
Síomhaith appeared first, radiant in her black dress with delicate straps and boots that said she still remembered how to two-step.
Then came the sound of heels on hardwood.
Síomhaith appeared first, radiant in her black dress with delicate straps and boots that said she still remembered how to two-step.
August 21, 2025 at 3:21 AM
…arms loose at his sides, an easy half-smile tugging at his mouth.
Then came the sound of heels on hardwood.
Síomhaith appeared first, radiant in her black dress with delicate straps and boots that said she still remembered how to two-step.
Then came the sound of heels on hardwood.
Síomhaith appeared first, radiant in her black dress with delicate straps and boots that said she still remembered how to two-step.
A few minutes later, her mother drew out a soft blue high-low floral dress. She held it up with a triumphant little hum.
“This one. Feels like you. And it twirls like it’s got a mind of its own.”
She laid the dress nicely on her daughter’s bed before pulling her into the bathroom.
“This one. Feels like you. And it twirls like it’s got a mind of its own.”
She laid the dress nicely on her daughter’s bed before pulling her into the bathroom.
August 21, 2025 at 3:21 AM
A few minutes later, her mother drew out a soft blue high-low floral dress. She held it up with a triumphant little hum.
“This one. Feels like you. And it twirls like it’s got a mind of its own.”
She laid the dress nicely on her daughter’s bed before pulling her into the bathroom.
“This one. Feels like you. And it twirls like it’s got a mind of its own.”
She laid the dress nicely on her daughter’s bed before pulling her into the bathroom.
“…you are trying,” came her mother’s voice, soft from the doorway. “And there’s no shame in that, love.”
Tierney froze.
Síomhaith walked in holding a hanger—her dress already chosen: a black spaghetti-strap number with delicate florals and a swooshy hem, perfectly paired with her chestnut boots.
Tierney froze.
Síomhaith walked in holding a hanger—her dress already chosen: a black spaghetti-strap number with delicate florals and a swooshy hem, perfectly paired with her chestnut boots.
August 21, 2025 at 3:21 AM
“…you are trying,” came her mother’s voice, soft from the doorway. “And there’s no shame in that, love.”
Tierney froze.
Síomhaith walked in holding a hanger—her dress already chosen: a black spaghetti-strap number with delicate florals and a swooshy hem, perfectly paired with her chestnut boots.
Tierney froze.
Síomhaith walked in holding a hanger—her dress already chosen: a black spaghetti-strap number with delicate florals and a swooshy hem, perfectly paired with her chestnut boots.