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↕ — a memory that may or may not have happened

his memory was sharp. he kept telling himself that. 

     your memory is sharp, kent. you know this. 

still, memories of her kept eluding him, escaping his mind as if it were a prison that they were longing to be freed from, and he hated himself for it. he was desperately trying to remember the sound of her voice—at first, he would go to other universes, travel back in time, find out where she was and just listen from a distance, just so that he could hear her voice one more time. 

as of late, kent had stopped doing that. as a result, he had forgotten what her voice sounded like. he needed to remind himself. he needed to remember. he wouldn’t forgive himself if he couldn’t. 

then, like a whisper in the breeze, he heard it. 

      kent—

a breathy moan. he wondered if he he had ever made her say his name like that or if he was just pretending that things had been better than they were. 

     i love you, kent. 

          i love you, too. 

he closed his eyes. maybe it hadn’t happened at all, but it was sure a hell of a lot nicer to pretend that it was real than face the fact that it wasn’t.

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Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the sentences randomly generated. @kentnelsonx — 132.  “ I swear to god, you better not. “

anya stopped at the door of the kitchen as she saw her precious plate of cookies in eminent danger “i swear to god, you better not.” she warned but her hands worked faster than her brain and she shot her webbing catching the man’s hand in it and safely away from her snack “i’m sorry but no one messes with my food.” she smiled sheepishly at him, her gaze falling on his hand.

kent flipped his hand over, carefully allowing a golden glow to appear around his fingers, the webbing dissolving from around his hand. “i assure you, i wasn’t going to eat them,” he replied. he reached his hand out again and simply pushed the plate to the side, sitting down at the table and putting his sketchbook down where the plate had originally been sitting. “feel free to join me, if you wish.”

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53. “What the fuck.”

Kent had a book open in one hand as he wandered the halls of the mansion. He didn’t live there—he lived elsewhere in town, considering that being a legitimate part of the year 1973 afforded him that freedom—but he liked to be there, as if he could pretend that he was one of them. Hint: he wasn’t. He didn’t know how to interact with others. He didn’t know what he thought of them, and that was made especially apparent as he stopped short, seeing some strange contraption in the hallway. “What the fuck.” It wasn’t an exclamation but a statement, deadpan as usual.

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42. “Am I going crazy?” 

When you get your powers from ancient sources far more deadly and omniscient past your wildest imaginings, very little surprises you. However, Kent stopped short at the unmistakably powerful warrior with some weapon he couldn’t place in the mansion, his brows furrowing. “Am I going crazy?” It was the first thing he thought—and it wouldn’t surprise him. He was a sixty-five year old man in a thirty year old body. He was bound to crack at some point.

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peter chomped on his sandwich, glancing over at the man’s drawing with a shrug. it wasn’t bad, but he had seen better. “hey, don’t beat yourself up about it, dude. you just — gotta practice! ‘cause that makes perfect, right?”

Kent looked up for a moment. “I’ve been practicing for the better part of 30 years,” he replied. “I don’t know if there is much more I can do for my artistic skills. But I’m not all that upset, don’t concern yourself.”

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“i don’t think i would be dead,” he pointed out. “there are some greater forces that make it quite difficult for me to die. instead, you’d be lacking the forgiveness from an undead man, which, i hear, is quite a bit worse than lacking forgiveness from a dead man.” he paused. “of course, this is all hypothetical. i do hope you don’t actually end up slitting my throat.”

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148. “I’m known for being quite vexing.”

“I’m known for being quite vexing.” Kent shrugged a shoulder. “It’s just a fact.” He paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. “Perhaps vexing isn’t quite the word. I think some people would say abrasive, but I’m not usually picking fights. Annoying isn’t quite right either, I’m not purposefully going out of my way to anger others.” Kent paused again, his brows furrowing slightly. “Perhaps vexing, despite not being the right word, is the best fit.”

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185. “I wish I were creative.”

Kent looked down at the anatomical diagram he had drawn—which, objectively, was garbage. “I wish I were creative. Perhaps I’d be better at this.” When Kent was trying to figure out the best approach for a surgery, he always found it easier to diagram it out beforehand so he could have a visualization of what he wanted to do when he went in. The only problem with this was that he didn’t have an artistic bone in his body. He had no idea how to draw anything in a way that would make it recognizable to others, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this might someday be a hindrance.

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ofwiccvn:

IT WAS THEN THAT BILLY remembers that there was meant to be a murder mystery game. He wonders if that’s what this was for, and he can investigate it further. Although a voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and he sees the older male’s hand glowing as well. Between the two of them the area around them wasn’t so dim anymore. “I don’t, maybe it could be for the game, but I don’t know for sure, sir.”

“But if it was for the game, I feel like they would have said something,” he replied. “Plunging a group of heroes into darkness doesn’t seem like the best option considering how jumpy some of us are,” he pointed out. He shrugged. “But this, ultimately, is not my problem,” he added, shaking his head.

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“i don’t know about you, but i’m so frickin’ ready for this murder mystery game.” cassie exclaimed, taking a bite out of one of the candy bars she grabbed from the table. “it sounds like real life clue, and if you didn’t know, you’re talking to the clue master.” the statement was over exaggerated, but the blonde was rather good at the party. adjusting the scarf around her neck, she averted her focus from the movie playing to the person next to her. “are you gonna play?”

kent paused for a moment. “what game?” he was wearing his helmet and the major drawback of the helmet was that he ended up being emotionless—he didn’t understand anything past the singular focus of his powers, and most of all, he didn’t understand fun. the only thing that mattered was the fate of the universe that seemed to always rest on his shoulders. 

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ofwiccvn:

ONCE THE LIGHTS GO OUT BILLY doesn’t wait to allow the bright blue glow to surround one of his hands as he lifts it up. He was still dressed in the Scarlet Witch costume of course as he looks around. The glow illuminating a small area, but not much. Everything was still pretty dark despite the dimly lit area surrounding him. He starts to walk though, trying to figure out what was going on while using his powers to help him navigate. 

Kent felt like something was off the moment the lights were doused—maybe it was because of his paranoia, but Kent had a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Do you know what happened?” he asked abruptly, his fingertips starting to glow with a slight golden halo. He curled his hand into a fist. If he wasn’t careful, he was sure that he could end up making things worse, rather than better.

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▓ = caught stealing their belongings .

Kent raised a hand and the golden helmet left her fingers and came flying into his so he could catch it easily. “I don’t think that’s yours,” he said simply, his head tilting slightly. He surveyed her for a moment. “Nor, I think, would you want it to be yours. Its not nearly as fun as it looks.” A hint of a smile curved at the corner of his lips for a moment before it faded, and he returned to his usual stoic demeanor. 

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❝ are we going to die here? ❞

Kent shrugged a shoulder. “I wouldn’t think so,” he replied, far too glib for the situation. Then again, the helmet always made him more glib, made him more deadpan. He didn’t know if they were going to die there that day, but he figured that it couldn’t hurt to say that they were going to be okay—even if they weren’t. He pressed his lips together for a moment, pausing before shrugging again. “Or perhaps we will.”

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❝ you should learn to lie better. ❞

Kent paused for a moment. “I was not lying.” His voice was an even, cool monotone—not much scared him these days, though he knew better than to relax around the other man. He pressed his lips together for a moment, surveying the man in front of him. “Should I have been lying to you? I see no reason to lie.”

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❝ let them watch. ❞

“As much as I admire your knack for exhibitionism, I think it may be time for us to leave,” he replied, floating down from about twenty feet up, stopping when he was five feet from the ground. His cloak billowed in a nonexistent breeze, the helmet on his features making him seem like a much more imposing figure than he actually was. He turned his head to the quickly gathering crowd. “Go home.”

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❝ stop! ❞

Kent looked up from what he was doing for half a moment, an eyebrow shooting up as he did. He looked back down at his hands and then back up. “I’m not sure what you think I’m doing, but I assure you, all I’m doing is fixing the leg of this table,” he said, furrowing his brow slightly. Unless, of course, the kid wasn’t talking to him at all, in which case, he could continue on with his little bout of being a handyman. He knew how to fix things, thanks to his dad—he figured that he might put his hands to good use around the mansion, if nothing else.

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ofgcldstandards:

Michael raises an eyebrow. “How exactly did you get here if you didn’t travel through time, then?” He nods his head. “Of course, how else was I going to get here from 2017?” He sighs and tucks his hands into his pockets, looking around absently. It doesn’t really matter how they got here or what method they used - they’re here, they’re stuck here until they figure out how to change the future. They don’t have a choice, they need to find a way to undo this because the way the future is now isn’t the future he learned about.”Well - welcome, then. I’d show you around but I haven’t been here long either.”

He paused, his brow furrowing. “I live in this time.” He paused again. “Oh. I see.” Kent shook his head. “I’m not from the future like the rest of you. I live in 1973. I have seen the future, however, and I must say, we must do a hell of a job messing things up if that is how everything turns out,” he said with a short huff of breath that could almost be considered a laugh. “Don’t worry, I know my way around. At least, I think I do. If not, I’ll just teleport back here, I guess.”