#Smitty is definitely me playing sports

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What sort of activities or hobbies do your TWST ocs like to do in their free time? Could be with friends included but I was thinking when they’re alone.

Billy enjoys cooking. He's actually a surprisingly good chef, and he legitimately likes making different things. He also likes to wrestle: I headcanon there's a wrestling club at NRC in the time my OCs arrive, and Billy joins it within its first semester. Obviously that's something he can't really do on his own though. I also think he occasionally likes playing video games, and - when he is with friends - probably enjoys playing board games. He also genuinely makes a hobby of counting the treasure he has at his house, whenever home; he's a little paranoid about thieves, and it gives him something to do that keeps his mind off other problems. Nakoda likes to read, although I'm not sure what specific mediums or genres. (On that note, I'm an avid reader myself, so that's a common pasttime for several of my OCs, largely as a result.) I used to say Nakoda was good at painting, but I kind of go back and forth on that one, simply because Maelstrom is also very into painted art. Presuming I keep that canon to his character, that's definitely another hobby of his. I also like to think that, while Nakoda really isn't into Video Games, he IS something of an Internet junkie. Not so much social media, but more video watching and browsing, idling the time away with that kind of stuff. Finally, he also enjoys dancing and singing, but typically that's something better done with a partner, or at least an audience. Of course, Nako's favorite "hobbies" are a bit too graphic to describe here...and typically take two to tango with. Ahem. >_> Elias, of course, loves the theatre and loves to sing. He's also an avid reader, like myself, and enjoys a lot of genres and styles. He also loves drawing; he carries a sketchpad with him frequently. He also enjoys board games, and video games, from time to time, but typically only plays those with other people. Finally, he's a bit of cinephile and enjoys watching all kinds of movies, as well as listening to old-time radio shows here and there.

Reno is all about games. Whether it's on his own or with other players, basically gaming is his biggest hobby, and he plays all kinds of games. Video games, dice games, board games, card games, slot machine games, pinball games, billiard games...you name it, he probably plays it, or knows somebody who plays it, or just generally knows a bit about it. Ironically, though, he's not SUPER into sports; he's not an athletic kind of guy. Those are the only games he's not really into. He also has an ant farm in his room, so I suppose that's another hobby of his, if it counts. James is yet another avid reader, and particularly enjoys what could be considered classic literature. (Much like myself.) He also likes fishing from time to time, as well as sailing in general. I headcanon he has a little sailboat he keeps somewhere (not sure exactly where), and - when he has time - he'll take the little craft out to the beach, go off onto the water, and start fishing or just...set a course and sail around the island. Just to relax, so to speak. I also think that, much like Azul, he's a coin collector: a hobby both share. Finally, James is a very skilled and practiced fencer, so he enjoys that, but it's another thing you can't really do alone too often, aside from just practicing the motions or against dummy targets and such. Smitty has a pet parakeet named Little Tom, and takes care of him; not sure if that counts as a "hobby," but it's certainly something. (I only just decided this right now, and it's a reference to pirates having pet parrots.) He is, surprisingly, a bit of a gamer, but he especially enjoys games he can play online or with friends. Like James, he enjoys fishing; in fact, his father is a fisherman. However, he doesn't have a boat of his own. So, sometimes he'll go sailing out with James, and sometimes he'll just sit on the shore or beside a river or lake and just kick back on his own to relax and catch something. Like Billy, he's also a very good cook, although I think Billy might have a bit more experience with a variety of dishes compared to Smitty, who specializes primarily in seafood, steak, and a few side dish staples. Maelstrom likes to paint, and likes to sing and even compose his own songs in privacy. He also just likes listening to music in general, and enjoys reading - particularly books about art and the ocean. Like Nakoda, I also think he has a thing for nature documentaries...especially ones about whales. ;) Being a mer-person, he enjoys swimming, either in his human form or in his true form...of course, in the latter case, he can only swim THAT way by going down to the ocean. Theodore is a flying ace. He loves flying on his broomstick, loves the experience of flying. He doesn't just fly to compete, he flies because he likes doing it. So sometimes, much in the way James will go sailing around the island, Theo will jump on his broom and fly to some quiet part of the island to reflect or just take a few laps around the campus, or whatever. Once again, he's an avid reader, but he specifically likes reading informative texts about magic and its history: he's genuinely interested in magic itself and learning new tricks and tools of the trade, partially because he figures the more he learns, the more powerful he will become. Grit is a gem collector. He likes going into the mountains, or into the mines, looking for gemstones for his collection. Indeed, Grim enjoys hiking and other such things; he's not so much a fan of nature as much as he is a fan of earth, if that makes any sense at all. He can't tell you a thing about trees or mushrooms, but - being part Nome, and living most of his life underground - he knows a LOT about rocks and minerals. (On a side note, I weirdly think he and Jade would get along pretty well: both love the mountains, but for somewhat different reasons, and both would probably relate to and teach other a lot.) He's also big on exercise; he likes working out by lifting weights and going for a jog now and then. He's by far the most physically fit and buffed-up of all my OCs.

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Side by Side (Wilhelm Wicki x Fem!Reader)

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(If anyone wants to be tagged in the Inglourious Basterds fics, let me know :) )

Wicki was more on the quiet side, a little more serious than some of the younger basterds, like Donny and Omar.

Of course, he was not as quiet and distant as Hugo, but...he always just seemed a step further than everyone else. He spent most of his time with Aldo, Hugo, or Donny.

Actually,  he seemed to spend more time with everyone aside from you.

Maybe it was because you were the newest, and youngest basterd, and he hadn't quite had the time to bond with you...

But that couldn't be it, you had a good friendship with the rest of the basterds, especially Utivich, who saw you as a God send, since all the rookie jokes were passed on to you. Still, all the short jokes fell on him. Even if you were only an half inch taller than him, he didn’t count it. But the other basterds did.

You'd once caught Wicki smiling slyly at the height of your teasing each other before he turned away.

"Just talk to him." Smitty spoke as he looked in the dusty, cracked mirror of the abandoned hostel you were all hiding in at the time. He dipped his fingers in some water and ran his hand into his hair.

"I...I can't." You clenched your hands around your biceps as you crossed your arms.

"He's not gonna go crazy...actually...he might."

You glanced at him in concern, though he smirked, "I don't remember the last time he went to the whore house with us."

You narrowed your eyes and sighed in disapproval. "Smitty..."

He finished giggling, "Alright, alright. The point is, I think you have a pretty good shot."

"But-"

He sighed as he took off his coat and untucked his shirt, "He's older, he outranks you, and the life you want after the war is different than his."

"Yeah..."

He smiled a little, and sat by you on his bed, the bunk under Omar’s bed. "You're pretty shy for an opera singer, you know?"

You rolled your eyes, though he was right in the end. At 18, you were an up and coming opera singer in France.

Of course, that was in 1940.

Then the nazis came.

The night Paris fell, you were silenced. You were voiceless because you were French. Voiceless because you were young. You were voiceless because you were Jewish.

You couldn’t leave, not without your family. You fled the limelight. You ran. It was too late... The resistance found you, and opted to take you in. You proved to be handy with a knife, and had good eye. You used it to try to find your family...

Three years later, after a job didn't go as planned, you were left for dead by the Nazis in a forest at the edge of France.

That day, your heavy eyes gazed upon the setting red rays of light that fell over the drying colorful leaves. Heavier still, because you knew you would never find your family. It was too late.

You moved your eyes over, after hearing the sounds of crunching leaves, muffled by the deafening, slow drum of your heart. You sensed a shadow falling over you.  You wondered if the nazis changed their mind and wanted to make sure you were out of their way.

Everything was hazy, every sound was dull. You had  managed to focus, and saw a man crouching by you. He seemed startled when he saw life in your eyes. You didn’t quite know what to make of it, seeing as you were on death’s doorsteps. He looked back, and called something out in German as he pressed two fingers on your neck. Though he was finding a pulse, at the time you feared it would be asphyxia to take you from the world.

You thought he was a nazi, and you thought he would strangle you.  You somehow found the strength to pull back, and reach for his hand. Your fist wrapped around his wrist, though your grasp was initially like an iron cuff, you couldn’t hold it, and your arm was trembling.

He placed his other hand over yours, and gently laid it down. “Sh-sh...” He moved hair from your face, which had been matted down by blood and soil. Something about him set him apart. 

Another face hovered over you shortly, one you recognized. One that was smuggled from papers out of Germany.

One that was celebrated by the resistance: Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz.

You relaxed your muscles, your head laid back helplessly onto the ground as the unknown man simply asked “Deutsche?” as time was of the essence.

You managed to breathe out, "Nein... Französisch?"

He didn't speak French, "Parle anglais?

"Yes..." his voice was warm, and soothing. You trusted him.  You had to. You laid back against the autumn leaves as your eyes wandered up to Wilhelm Wicki's. His voice was somehow forgiving. You wished you remembered what he said, but the world turned black. When you woke up, you were interrogated. After hearing your story, you were welcomed by the basterds.

That was six months ago.

You never could get over Wicki. You glanced at him longer than you should've. You tried to converse, but somehow it was harder to talk to him thatn with the other basterds. And that shockingly included Hugo. You thought you'd get over it eventually. You hoped it was just a crush, after all, Wicki was the one that found you, saved you, and brought you to the basterds....

But that wasn't all.

He was just one of the toughest basterds you’d met in your life... and one of the softest.

You could see the loneliness in his eyes after the basterds' laughter died out, and the cigarette smoke fades, and the bottles were empty.

He was only human.

He was a man...he was a soldier, far from home. In fact, cast out by his home. He had no one waiting for him after the war. You wanted more than anything to hold him, and be the one to make the loneliness go away. You wanted to be the one to walk with him to the end of the war.

But you just couldn't.   He was a corporal. You were just a spy. He was older, and just seemed to know so much.

Utivich smiled, "Hey..."

"I..." You crossed your arms, trying desperately to convince yourself of a lie to make it all so much easier, "I don't even like him that much."

"I'm a basterd, not a dumbass. That’s Donny."

You giggled a little, though you rolled your eyes, knowing Utivich would never say it to his face.

"Don’t.... Don't tell him I said that."

You smirked, "No promises."

Utivich sighed as he sat by you again, "Look. I know you really like Wicki."

"Not.... not that much." "Y/n. You haven't even eaten today. You know what time it is? It's tomorrow."

"I was busy." 

"You've spent most of the day pacing around in the woods or talking to me. How busy could you really have been?"

"I was...looking for nazis." You shrugged it off, though you were a fairly effective spy, Utivich knew you well enough to know that was a lie.

"When you go out, you don't come back without a scalp. I know you."

"Smitty."

He grinned a little and looked down at his hands, clasped between his legs, "He likes you."

"Don't play these games with me, Smitty."

"I'm not."

"Wait, what?!"

"Go eat something, and I'll tell you." 

"You're a real basterd, you know that?"

"About time somebody said it," he winked playfully and you rolled your eyes.

You left the room, but you hadn't even taken a full step down the hall when you ran into Wicki.  "Zut! Sorry!"

"Y/n," you realized as you stepped back thay it was Wicki himself, sporting a soft smile.

He noticed you hadn't eaten. He was holding a plate with the usual prosciutto sandwiches the basterds wrre accustomed to eating.  "I saw some left over, and knowing the boys, I knew it wasn’t them. I realized you didn't come down to eat, so I brought you something. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I..."

You braved a glance into his eyes and noticed they were reflecting genuine worry.

Maybe...it was a raretity, but just maybe Utivich was right.

"Thank you," you blushed a little, and looked away as you slowly took the plate he held out. "You...you didn't have to, I was on my way down, Wicki."

He frowned a little, causing your heart to race, fearing you'd done something to offend him. French and German niceties were so subtle sometimes, you wondered if you botched something.

"Wilhelm."

You were a little startled, and looked back at him quizically.

He looked down a little, nearly fading into a mumble,  "Or...just Wil."

Your eyes narrowed for a moment and your pursed your lips, "I thought you didn't like when the boys called you that."

He smiled a little. "But you are not the boys," he grinned slyly, "You're you."

Utivich was definitely right.

"You didn't have to, Wil."

Wicki shrugged, "You've been working hard lately. Seventeen kills in three days."

"You've been counting?"

"Hard to miss that."

You smiled, your cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

He went on, "It's hard to miss anything you do."

Your eyes widened and your lips parted...

Wicki couldn't wait anymore. It was war. No matter how much blood and adrenaline pumped through your veins, you were soldiers. You didn’t have all the time in the world. You didn’t know how much of it you had left. You didn’t know if you had half an hour, or half a lifetime left. Wicki was a little on the older side. Even if he did make it out of the war, he didn’t want to be alone.

That scared him.

He wasn't alone with the basterds. They were his brothers. His real brothers were gone. That's why he got "the fuck outta Munich while the getting was good." He didn't have anyone until he was a basterd. And if he got to see the war through, he'd have no one to share it with, not unlike you. Reunions were fine and all, but it just wasn't the same. That wasn't life. "I'm scared, Y/n." It was clear that he'd swallowed his pride to admit that, "I've been scared from the moment I found you. I knew war wasn't fair, but I didn't think of it much until there was you. I can't lose you, I can't lose any of them...I'm sorry if I'm too forward, but I need you around. I can't make it unless you do. If I make it out, I don't want to be alone. You make this all a little more bearable.  You make it all seem brighter. Days mean something now. You mean everything  to me." Your heart was aching for him. You'd do anything for him. And you admitted it. You showed him. You stepped toward him, all hesitance fading away as you stood on your tip-toes, and wrapped your arms around him, clinging on from his neck. "I'll be there, Wil. I always will be." The last thing he got that was remotely close to a genuine, full-hearted hug, was on the nights that the basterds drunkenly laughed and clung on to each other to stay together. This meant the world to him. In fact, you became his world as he looked down at you happily, with a relieved smile. He couldn’t remember the last time he was that happy. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and picked you up. He couldn't help it. You just meant so much to him, he never wanted to let you go. He slowly leaned in, and you kissed. From that moment on, you fought, you bled, and you lived side by side. Everything changed. Everything mattered. Every moment. Because once the war ended, you planned on boarding a plane together, side by side, and never looking back.

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It’s Time for Kyrsten’s Opinion: Reflections Edition

“I shall expound the best I can, my dearies. Shane has a special gift. There are gifted people in this world of all sorts. People with gifts that are unexplained and unbelievable  to most others.”

Shane Sullivan is an average 8th grade student. He’s the youngest child in the family, he is a soccer player, a middle school student. He is perfectly average except for, he just so happens to be able to see the long gone ancestors of people around him. With the help of his friends Paige and Jimmer, they try to hunt down the truth of a history that has long been forgotten. . . Or rewritten?

Hey everyone! I was contacted by Clifton Kenny Publishing and they asked for exchange of a free copy of their book I would post an honest review of their book Reflections. I finished this morning and while it was fresh in my head I wanted to get my thoughts out. Under the cut is an in depth review of my thoughts and feelings after finishing! I feel like this goes without saying, but I don’t mean any disrespect with my thoughts and feelings about this book. If you read this book, comment on this post or shoot over a message

The amount of research in this book was absolutely insane. Clifton Kenny went all out and I really enjoyed how he used his background in biology and history to further the plot of the story. I also enjoyed the way that Shane felt like an actual child, which sounds odd now that I have written that out. I just mean that at certain points I could definitely see my 13 year old brother in the 14 year old protagonist. He would start talking about how he is going to defend his older sister’s friend and he went from I’m going to tell this imaginary person I created in my head to back off to suddenly he’s uppercutting a bad guy and single handedly taking on 3 much older people and he is holding his own against them. I also enjoyed the background of Shane’s family that this was not just a random thing that happened to him, but rather a family trait that skips so many generations and just so happened to hit Shane. Sometimes when a character gets special talents or abilities and it’s just kind of like, “oh what are the odds of this happening to anyone in the world” in Reflections it was more like, “oh what are the odds of this happening to anyone in this family” which seemed more realistic.

However, I overall was just not crazy about the book. I thought that it seemed a little long at points and I would get disinterested rather quickly. I think I had expectations about how this book was going to be, which were completely different from the way that it turned out which is my own fault. I thought Shane while he was a good example of children in YA books, I thought he was a lot to handle. Actually, Paige was the only character that did not enrage me the moment she was on the page. I’m not a sports person so the portions of the book where Shane was playing soccer were not my favorites and I feel like they were just going so so so long and I tended to skim through them. I also feel like the troupe of being opposite sex best friends and having sexual tension is so overdone and I was not surprised when Shane and Paige got together. One specific part that did not sit right with me was when a bully character, Smitty was wearing one of Shane’s sister’s boyfriend’s mask during a Halloween party and had sex with one of Shane’s sisters while she thought that he was her boyfriend! That part grossed me out, it had absolutely no point to the plot other than to show that this character was bad and we had a good indication that this character was already a terrible person.

Overall, I was not into this book, however that does not mean other people won’t. Please if the summary sounds interesting to you, feel free to pick up a copy on Amazon. It just did not work with me. Over all, I gave this book ⭐ / 5