KIAN STONE 🎸

@kian-stonezzz

🎸 ⟩ Rockstar of the Century. ⟨ 🎸 → #smokingwiththedevil ← 🍷 pfp; @bananabugg_ on twitter 🍷

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⟨ Intro ⟩

Sup. Im Kian Stone. Biggest rockstar in all of Hollywood, dudes. Born in god knows where, raised in Galloway Louisiana with Rolan and Rand. Thats all, man.

OOC STUFF UNDER THE CUT

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hru king

i dunno i havent decided dude

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when i was reallllyyy young, like 6 kinda young, i didnt have any entertainement, so i used to go and steal beads from my teacher and string from wherever the fuck i could find it and make braclets for hours with no break.

im also realizing by extension that i did alot of weird shit as a kid to pass the time. i used to make homes for ants, like build little houses and shit for them.

didnt really have many friends until i moved to galloway so i was constantly bored and alone so. yeah. it worked tho

#just role(play) with it #canonizing kian was a kandi maker as a kid and you cant stop me #kian sings #bloggin and postin

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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grvrgjvae i love them so much. i thinkk. uhm. im bad at describing this stuff. love is weird. i jiust like them a lot. like. lots. thats all.

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remember to take your meds. i sure as hell wont be but you guys should

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I should sleep ...

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this isnt safe i need out i need out i need out i need out i need out i need out i need out i need out i need out i need out i need out

#3 sanity... i love making her scared #just role(play) with it #kian sings #unviewed #bloggin and postin

The walls are breathing. I dont think thats nromral.

#I think if she gets to 0 sanity im just going to vampire the masquerade this shit (frenzy) maybe #kian sings #just role(play) with it #unviewed #bloggin and postin

I don't like this.

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i feel like im going insane. Everything feels off. I think someone is watching me. Someone has to be.

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Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.

Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, it’s going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.

Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.

He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.

Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.

She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.

( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )

Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.

"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.

He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.

As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."

"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.

"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.

They grab money from their bag, paying- and leaving some sort of tip, she didn't count how much.

He dodges and weaves through the people, avoiding touching anyone.

Rolan guides the group back toward his car, biting back a million questions and praying Rand does the same. He can’t scare Kian and have him run back into the bar, because he might not know how to help right now, but if Kian’s alone, he can’t even make sure she’s alive. So he bites his tongue and opens the car door.

Rand goes to open his mouth to ask a flood of different questions himself, but he looks to Rolan and gets the hint, instead keeping his mouth shut. He makes sure Kian gets in the car before climbing in behind him, sitting next to him in the backseat.

The silence is... odd. But it's probably a good sign. Kian looks out the window, staring at the piles of snow. She hasn't ever seen snow before she got here. It's prettier than in the movies.

He's probably not going to remember this tomorrow. Fuck, he really doesn't want to deal with a hangover in front of them, but way she goes or whatever.

They are not going to break the silence, that's for sure.

Rolan grips the steering wheel tightly, finally taking a second to look at Kian. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Disheveled and disgruntled, but beautiful. And worrying. Rolan drives back to his house with practiced ease.

Rand waits until the car starts moving, and then slowly scoots his hand over until he finds one of Kian's, holding it tightly. He thinks that if he lets go, he's going to run again. He wished he would stop fucking running.

"You already making new friends?" he asks after a minute, "or were you just... drinking by yourself? In the middle of the week?"

They flinch, but still let Rand hold his hand. It's not really like they can do much except dodge if- no, when they try to hurt her again. Sure, it worked a bit for them last time, but... he should probably just accept this shit now, right?

"Just got bored." She doesn't have to tell anyone why she left. He feels weaker, like all of his body is just fucking trying to make him suffer.

His grip loosens on his hand slightly, and he instead begins to gently rub a thumb over his knuckles, just trying to make sure he stays calm. He doesn't know why Kian was out here, or why he wasn't answering any of his questions. Does he hate him? Does he not trust either of them? It made him want to panic, to freak the fuck out and scream and throw things, but that wasn't a normal, well-adjusted adult thing to do, so instead he just held his hand.

"Sorry, man." He mumbles after a bit of silence, sounding as if he's ashamed about something.

Kian tilts his head to the left. "You- You don't have to apologize. Why are you saying sorry?"

She doesn't understand, why is he apologizing? They don't have to say sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for right now.

"Just- y'know. Probably did some shit to make you upset. Wanted to apologize. 'Cause, uh... you... want to be alone a lot- do you even want to be in a relationship?" He's asking genuinely, even if it comes off harsher than he means.

"We don't- we don't have to do this, if you're like- not ready, or you don't feel like it'd work out..." he's rambling, it's obvious he's worried that Kian is going to confirm his fears.

Rolan grimaces, here. Can feel the way the air gets a little colder, knows that was the wrong thing to say. He’s got a theory, thinks he knows why Kian is doing this, and is quick to run damage control.

“I think what Rand’s trying to say is like- If you don’t want to be in a relationship right now, think you need like- time or just don’t want to or anything- You don’t have to like… we don’t have to date if you don’t want to. We’re fine either way, as long as you’re happy. We just want you around.”

"No-" she doesn't really know what to say, they don't really have a reason for wanting to be alone more often, and he does want to be in a relationship with them, but she doesn't really know how to express that. "-I do, sorry if I made you guys feel like I don't love you."

"I just wanna know how we can help you, dude," he starts, not really knowing where he's going with it—his mind is still racing from being in a panic earlier, so he can't concentrate, but he tries his best, "what- what can we do to help you?? You keep, like, saying you're okay, but you disappear for days and your hair is all matted and you look like you haven't slept well in weeks. You don't even gotta tell us what it is, man, just tell us what we can do."

"I've been sleeping fine, and my hair was matted because I was too lazy to brush it when we were driving. It's nothing." She moves her gaze back outside. He's fucking terrified of them. How does she even get out of this?

"It's obviously not fucking nothing, Kian, it's-" he can feel himself getting angry, but he doesn't want to yell at Kian again because he really doesn't deserve that, so he instead takes a breath in and continues, "like I said, man, you don't have to justify it. I don't care if the reason is you're lazy or your arms hurt too much or you're scared to or- whatever. We just- we wanna help."

No they don't. They're lying. She hates liars. "It is nothing. I'm- I'm done with this shit right now, dude."

He scowls and faces the other way, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat.

"Fine, fuckin' be like that," he mumbles under his breath, "what do I fucking care."

She glares at Rand for a second, before returning her gaze outside.

#kian sings #dueting with the fam #galloways coolest survivors

Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.

Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, it’s going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.

Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.

He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.

Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.

She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.

( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )

Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.

"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.

He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.

As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."

"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.

"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.

They grab money from their bag, paying- and leaving some sort of tip, she didn't count how much.

He dodges and weaves through the people, avoiding touching anyone.

Rolan guides the group back toward his car, biting back a million questions and praying Rand does the same. He can’t scare Kian and have him run back into the bar, because he might not know how to help right now, but if Kian’s alone, he can’t even make sure she’s alive. So he bites his tongue and opens the car door.

Rand goes to open his mouth to ask a flood of different questions himself, but he looks to Rolan and gets the hint, instead keeping his mouth shut. He makes sure Kian gets in the car before climbing in behind him, sitting next to him in the backseat.

The silence is... odd. But it's probably a good sign. Kian looks out the window, staring at the piles of snow. She hasn't ever seen snow before she got here. It's prettier than in the movies.

He's probably not going to remember this tomorrow. Fuck, he really doesn't want to deal with a hangover in front of them, but way she goes or whatever.

They are not going to break the silence, that's for sure.

Rolan grips the steering wheel tightly, finally taking a second to look at Kian. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Disheveled and disgruntled, but beautiful. And worrying. Rolan drives back to his house with practiced ease.

Rand waits until the car starts moving, and then slowly scoots his hand over until he finds one of Kian's, holding it tightly. He thinks that if he lets go, he's going to run again. He wished he would stop fucking running.

"You already making new friends?" he asks after a minute, "or were you just... drinking by yourself? In the middle of the week?"

They flinch, but still let Rand hold his hand. It's not really like they can do much except dodge if- no, when they try to hurt her again. Sure, it worked a bit for them last time, but... he should probably just accept this shit now, right?

"Just got bored." She doesn't have to tell anyone why she left. He feels weaker, like all of his body is just fucking trying to make him suffer.

His grip loosens on his hand slightly, and he instead begins to gently rub a thumb over his knuckles, just trying to make sure he stays calm. He doesn't know why Kian was out here, or why he wasn't answering any of his questions. Does he hate him? Does he not trust either of them? It made him want to panic, to freak the fuck out and scream and throw things, but that wasn't a normal, well-adjusted adult thing to do, so instead he just held his hand.

"Sorry, man." He mumbles after a bit of silence, sounding as if he's ashamed about something.

Kian tilts his head to the left. "You- You don't have to apologize. Why are you saying sorry?"

She doesn't understand, why is he apologizing? They don't have to say sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for right now.

"Just- y'know. Probably did some shit to make you upset. Wanted to apologize. 'Cause, uh... you... want to be alone a lot- do you even want to be in a relationship?" He's asking genuinely, even if it comes off harsher than he means.

"We don't- we don't have to do this, if you're like- not ready, or you don't feel like it'd work out..." he's rambling, it's obvious he's worried that Kian is going to confirm his fears.

Rolan grimaces, here. Can feel the way the air gets a little colder, knows that was the wrong thing to say. He’s got a theory, thinks he knows why Kian is doing this, and is quick to run damage control.

“I think what Rand’s trying to say is like- If you don’t want to be in a relationship right now, think you need like- time or just don’t want to or anything- You don’t have to like… we don’t have to date if you don’t want to. We’re fine either way, as long as you’re happy. We just want you around.”

"No-" she doesn't really know what to say, they don't really have a reason for wanting to be alone more often, and he does want to be in a relationship with them, but she doesn't really know how to express that. "-I do, sorry if I made you guys feel like I don't love you."

"I just wanna know how we can help you, dude," he starts, not really knowing where he's going with it—his mind is still racing from being in a panic earlier, so he can't concentrate, but he tries his best, "what- what can we do to help you?? You keep, like, saying you're okay, but you disappear for days and your hair is all matted and you look like you haven't slept well in weeks. You don't even gotta tell us what it is, man, just tell us what we can do."

"I've been sleeping fine, and my hair was matted because I was too lazy to brush it when we were driving. It's nothing." She moves her gaze back outside. He's fucking terrified of them. How does she even get out of this?

"It's obviously not fucking nothing, Kian, it's-" he can feel himself getting angry, but he doesn't want to yell at Kian again because he really doesn't deserve that, so he instead takes a breath in and continues, "like I said, man, you don't have to justify it. I don't care if the reason is you're lazy or your arms hurt too much or you're scared to or- whatever. We just- we wanna help."

No they don't. They're lying. She hates liars. "It is nothing. I'm- I'm done with this shit right now, dude."

#unreliable narrator kian...#galloways coolest surviors #kian sings #dueting with the fam

hi babylove. m sorry it's been a while. but you should really, really tell your boys the truth. they love you a lot ☆♡

no th eyre going to hurt me gahain im scared im scared im scared im scared

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hi really sorry but your most recent post that isn't an ask has a slur in it 😭😭 the way you spelled like is a slur against jewish ppl😭 you really don't have to answer this one i don't wanna throw off the vibes i just wanted to let you know ☆♡

//OMG I HAD NO IDEA, FIXED IT IM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY

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kian u should be honest

i fbfuckign gcsnt. you fony understand

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hos do i get out of this. theyr ebaksing me questions but the questiond arent illogical enough to be like. i cant hust cakl yhrm liars becayse theyre riht and also they have logic. what. how do i get unquestioned. how

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