#ler!mr puzzles

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Sooo since we have Lee Mr Puzzles

What would Ler Mr Puzzles be

Pls help us imagine it

🥺

He definitely gets lee moods easily

[queenbeebumblebee]

can yall hear me out of an idea that is stuck in My head?👁️👁️

Lee Mr.Puzzles and Ler Meggy or Leggy

Like, hear me OOOOUUT

Mr.Puzzles thinks he's not Nice because he is a "could hearted villain" and Meggy/Leggy doesnt believe that, so she decided to wreck him until he admits he is at least SOMETIMES nice or something

Got to get that idea out, but i'm willing to Make it a fic or a Tickle art, what do Yall Say (or maybe i can do BOTH 👀)

[wiggly-giggly]

Mr. Puzzles Ler HCs

(Because we are so damn lee for this man I swear!!)

-> Depending on the situation, I can see Mr. Puzzles being either a subtle ler or a meannnn, mean ler. This definitely depends if he is in front of a camera or not, as the man does have a reputation that he’d like to upkeep, thank you!

-> In more subtle ler situations, he covers up his little attacks as a mere arm wrapped around his unaware (or aware) target’s shoulders or waist. As he speaks to the audience, or to the camera, he’d “absentmindedly” or “accidentally” wiggle his fingers on the ticklish areas of his target’s body.

-> He will also downplay his actions too, acting as if he’s not doing a thing as he tickles his poor lee before the eyes of a crowd, or the lens of the film camera. He wears that classic, professional smile on his face(? screen?) as he goes on and on about ratings, all while his little lee is giggling in his grasp , searching for an escape from this agony.

-> If he becomes “suddenly aware” of the person giggling in his grasp, or of his actions, he will resort to two things. Teasing the poor person, and complimenting them all the same. He can and will use both of those interchangeably.

-> Mr. Puzzles will go from asking them what is so funny, what they’re laughing at, if he’s really that funny. Then, he’ll switch to complimenting the sound of their laughter. He would comment on how sweet or cute their giggles are, or how endearing their laugh is. And, if his lee happens to snort or make any “unflattering” noises (to some people), he will dove over those sweet noises that they make.

-> This man definitely uses classic teases here and there. Expect “kitchy kitchy coo”s and “awww, does that tickle?”s from him. He’s not exempt from using them in front of others.

-> Mean ler moments? Gosh, you have to provoke him enough or get on his nerves enough to push him into wrecking you. It’s going to take a while however. He doesn’t want to wreck you in front of a sea of eyes, or a camera. We know how dedicated he is to having “five star reviews” too on his shows. You’re really going to have to push his buttons.

-> Or, you know, you could ask him to wreck you when the two of you are in more private moments, or behind closed doors. But let’s be honest, are you brave enough to ask him that?

-> Push him enough, and when the two of you have the time to be alone in complete safety, he’s going to pull you close in a secure hug. Or if hugs aren’t your style, he’ll get real close to you. And then, he strikes.

-> He will be much more rougher with his methods, scribbling his digits into your body as he targets those sweet, ticklish parts of your body that make you absolutely howl, darling. He’s going to switch between spots too quite often to keep you on your toes. He could be absolutely demolishing your ribs one moment, then clawing at your stomach or hips the next.

-> Mr. Puzzles will stick to the previous teasing methods as mentioned earlier. He’ll compliment your laughter and stick to those simple teases. But, he’ll also mock you. Not with real malice, of course. But, what do you mean “not there”? You’ve been bugging him all day, wanting him to tickle the hell out of you, and now you’re telling him not to go for that one spot that has you make the most delicious noises? Oh, darling, you had to have known what you’ve gotten yourself into!

-> “It tickles?” Yeah, he sure hopes it does! Or else, either he’s not targeting the right spots, or he needs to come up with a new tactic. Oh, and now you’re calling him awful? Evil? Telling him to shut up? Mr. Puzzles is going to have you pay for calling him such rude, harmful words. Tickling your tummy seems like a reasonable price to pay, don’t you think?

-> He’s making sure you’re fine after he wrecks you, honestly. Unless, like, he really doesn’t like you. Expect a cup of water, and him telling you that you handled his attack so well. Maybe a series of flustering compliments too about your smile, your eyes, and your laughter.

[alechans-cutetickles]

day 29:crying for too much cuteness

[iraia-gamer]

Tickletober7:tickle the best characters

this IS for you @alechans-cutetickles

[alechans-cutetickles]

My baby ☹️🫶💕💕💕💕💕💕(we LOVE lee!mrpuzzle)

(Il mio bambino ☹️🫶💕💕💕💕💕💕 (noi AMIAMO lee!mrpuzzle)

If Mr. Puzzles goes through a redemption arc, this is what I imagine would happen 😂

[sunstone-smiles]

Ooooh I cannot wait for your TickleTober2023 fics 🤩

If it's possible, I'd like to take Day 4 from Augtickletober2023 (I'm not ticklish) with Fire Emblem 3 Hopes: Lee!Felix, Ler!Sylvain, and Switch!Ashe please

Can't wait to see what you do 🫶🏾💖 Good luck with this TickleTober2023 🌸🩷🫶🏾

Friend or Foe? Maybe Both

Author’s note: Aaaaah!!! Thank you Gladys! I’ve missed these blue lion boys! I hope you all enjoy Day 5 of Tickletober: “I’m not ticklish!” (From August’s Tickletober 2023 list!)

Series: Fire Emblem Three Hopes

Characters: Felix, Sylvain, and Ashe

Word count: 882

Summary: Sylvain comes into the camp’s study to help lighten the workload of Ashe and Felix, but also to help unwind a stubborn noble. 

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“Sylvain, get off of me,” Felix grumbles while his redheaded friend has an arm wrapped around his neck in a playful chokehold. Felix was minding his own business by organizing some documents in the camp’s study, but Sylvain was able to get the jump on him while he was standing over a table full of books.

“Come on, Felix! Lighten up,” Sylvain uses his free hand to ruffle Felix’s hair, “I come over to help and this is the response I get? Is that anyway to treat an ally?”

Felix glares behind him, “The way you’re acting right now makes me see you more like a foe.”

“Yeouch, harsh words,” Sylvain pretends to take offense. “Ashe, are you hearing this?” The redhead looks towards their silver-haired friend, who’s currently organizing books on the shelf.

“Well, you did take him by surprise, Sylvain,” Ashe smiles over his shoulder. 

“I was only trying to loosen him up,” Sylvain jostles the arm leaning on Felix’s shoulders. “Get him to act less stiff.”

Felix scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“What? You think I can’t?” Sylvain interprets Felix’s non-verbal action as a challenge. “Okay tough guy.” A smirk appears on Sylvain’s face. “Let’s see how you handle this!”

With that battle cry, Sylvain darts his hands towards Felix’s sides and wiggles his fingers. Air jumps down Felix’s throat in the form of a gasp and he snatches at the wrists still scratching at his sides. He seems to have closed his snarky mouth shut. 

“Sylvain? What are you doing?” he growls. 

“I’m trying to tickle you,” Sylvain answers so casually. This response captures Ashe’s attention and he pauses his work to look their way.

“Yeah, well, I’m not ticklish. So get off!” Felix tries to pry himself away from Sylvain, with no success.

“Really now?” Sylvain’s voice dips with a smirk, “I remember you being super ticklish in the past, especially when we were kids.”

Felix’s squirming becomes more frantic. “That was then. This is now! So for the last time, get off me-hehehe!” Felix suddenly breaks out into giggles when Sylvain claws his fingers up to Felix’s ribs. 

Bingo. Sylvain’s got him. “So, Mr. ‘I’m not ticklish’ is actually ticklish, huh?” Sylvain grins at his victory.

“Sylvahahain!” Felix clamps his arms to his sides and squirms in his friend’s grasp. Sylvain has to wrap one arm around Felix to hold him back while the other scribbles away at the side of his ribs.

“Hey, you’re not getting away that easily!”

Ashe steps over to the scene, “Mind if I help, Sylvain?”

“Please do,” Sylvain quickly recaptures Felix by tightening a bear hug around him, as the blue-haired noble was almost able to wriggle away. “I can’t hold him myself for much longer!”

As he squirms with his hands trapped to his sides, Felix’s eyes widen when he sees Ashe’s wiggling fingers now approaching. “Noho no-! Ahahahashe!” Felix squeals with increased giggles when his second friend joins in the fun by tickling his middle.

“There we go! Now he’s loosening up!” Sylvain says.

“That he is,” Ashe chuckles. “It’s nice to get our friends giggling once in a while.”

“And you know what’s better than one giggling friend, Ashe?” Sylvain asks.

The silver-haired young man gives a puzzled, yet innocent look. “What?”

“Two giggling friends!” Sylvain then releases Felix and lunges towards Ashe. The redhead quickly dives his fingers into Ashe’s ribs, resulting in Ashe flinching back and spilling giggles of his own.

“Hehehey!” the silver-haired friend playfully struggles from the unanticipated attack. He swats at Sylvain’s wrists, leaning back and almost losing his balance. “I thohohought we were ohohon the same teheheam!” 

“We were, but I changed my mind,” Sylvain shrugs with a smile. “I can see why Felix was calling me a foe earlier.”

With another backwards tug, Ashe finally loses his balance and crumbles to the ground. Sylvain jumps down after him, now scribbling into his friend’s belly as Ashe explodes into laughter once more and squirms on the floor.

As Ashe continues giggling his heart out, Felix returns to his serious, down to business expression. With a sigh, he grabs a book off the table, walks over to his friends, then taps Sylvain on the head with the book. “Come on. Enough fooling around. We have work to do.”

“Fiiine,” Sylvain conceads. He pulls his hands away and Ashe curls himself up as the ghost tickles still give him residual giggles. Sylvain then helps his friend back to his feet.

Once Ashe has stabilized himself, he looks to Felix with an embarrassed smile. “Heh, sorry, Felix.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Ashe, except for maybe joining in with Sylvain’s scheme.” Felix scowls at Sylvain. “It’s this one who should be sorry for disturbing us.”

“Hey, I think I helped lighten up the mood.” Sylvain pauses to observe Felix. He grins. “Is that a smile I see?”

Felix scoffs. He shoves a book into Sylvain’s chest. “It’s nothing of the sort. You must be imagining things.” The noble walks away to continue his bookkeeping duties. He tucks his head out of sight so his friends don’t see the remnants of the joyful look on his face, but Sylvain and Ashe glance at each other, knowing that Felix’s mood has been successfully lifted.

[alexis-royce]

G and J?

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

First OTP was probably...

Holmes and Watson, when I was like, 5? I remember watching the Granada series, and thinking that living with your best friend and solving mysteries had to pretty much be the best life you could have. They'd go to concerts and hang out together and Watson would be so impressed with Holmes, but Holmes would give Watson these looks that showed he thought very much of him, too, and they just seemed to like each other so much! It seemed to me that, if you had to grow up, the thing to do wasn't to become a wife, but to get yourself a Watson, because even if you were a little sad at times then someone would always be impressed with you, and even if you said something mean to them, you could always apologize from the bottom of your heart, and they would know that you meant it.

That or Mr. Boddy's unhealthy codependent relationship with his guests in these Clue Mysteries. This is the worst, messiest polycule ever, it's an utter disaster zone and Reggie goes from airheaded sweetheart to pretty much living for the drama by the end of the books. He's like, TAUNTING the guests to kill him by the end just so that he can feel needed and I have to stop there, I've had two decades to take this cluster of nonstop puns and thinking puzzles and overthink them, I can't get going on an out of print book series I can't.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

Oooh that would be a lot of them, tumblr's quite good at introducing you to things. Oh wait, I have the perfect one:

The Once-ler fandom. I joined tumblr because of it; I never made a blog or engaged with it, but that was the start of the ask blog format, which was pretty cool to see in action! And I have just, TONS of respect for folks taking such a soul-less, horrible movie and finding a way to make art out it? You can laugh, but people were out there cutting their teeth on character design and episodic plotting, and just, SO much drawing. To this day, I don't think I could tell you a single one of those stories, but I really fell in love with just the general essence of fan creation, then and there. They stole the legacy of a movie from a corporation, they indelibly left a mark on it that I would say is of more cultural weight than the original film ever was.

Questions from over here, still accepting.

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Head canons of ler Mr Puzzles pleaseeeeee

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I WAS AWAITING THIS ASK

*ahem* anyways

• He uses his remote to make people feel all tingly and giggly when they annoy him/interrupt him

• He DEFINITELY put at least one of the SMG gang members through a tickle scene or tickle related show

• He doesn’t tease much but when he does, he uses teases like “kitchie kitchie koo!” Or little beeps and boops while poking the lee(s)

• Traps lees by wrapping his arms around them and poking away at their ribbies

• Tickle hugs are a MUST

• He changes his face to this expression if the lee squeaks/snorts:

• Mainly compliments the lee while tickling them

Ex: “N’aww! Such a beautiful/handsome smile!”

• Honestly a pretty gentle ler unless you’re the reason he’s annoyed (*cough* Mario *cough*)

• He uses his height to his benefit

• Flusters the lee by purposely playing a show/movie with a tickle scene in it

• Sometimes, he tickles a lee cuz they were being “mean” (they told him to shut up through giggles)

• Mocks lees as a tease (oh that rhymes)

• Honestly gets into SUCH a ler mood if he sees/accidentally tickles someone

[iraia-gamer]

AWWW TOOO CUTE MY BABY BOY

hi we can have lee!meggy/leggy and lee!Mr puzzles are if you dont want its ok

Hi Anon! I only recently got a holiday and I had some art block but sure I'll try!

I think I screwed up his trousers sorry but yeah enjoy :D

[bakugousbussy]

How about a My Hero Academia fan fiction of the class 1a Christmas party where Mina and Kaminari were trying to get Bakugou into his Santa outfit bc we never saw how they convinced him to wear the coat. I could watch them try to get that on him throughout the whole episode if they extended it. I’m thinking Mina and Kaminari come up with an idea then pin Bakugou down and tickle him til he gives into wearing the Santa outfit. *Ik it’s after Christmas but I just love that part :)

you ask and i write!!!

BakuGrinch

Lee! Bakugou & Lers! Mina & Denki

Summary: Mina and Denki “convince” Bakugou to wear his Santa outfit!

for @queenofcreatures14

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It’s Christmas in the dorms and there’s something about the holidays that make the students go crazy. Christmas music blasting in the common room, the smell of warm cookies and hot cocoa filling the air. Everyone was enjoying themselves.

“Kami just electrocute him and I’ll throw the coat on him!” Mina whines.

“Sure. If you want to die!” Kaminari sarcastically exclaims, scared look plastered on his face as he flails his arms.

Denki and Mina have been trying to get Bakugou to dress up in his custom Santa outfit for the past 15 minutes. Momo had made everyone’s hat to correspond with their quirks, and everyone was so excited to put theirs on, except Mr. BakuGrinch- a nickname Eri came up with after watching the Grinch movie with the Class1A kids a couple nights before.

Mina and Kaminari sat on the ground in the corner and thought. Which must have been for a while because Todoroki and Eri came up to them with a concerned look on their faces.

“You guys okay?” Todoroki asked, puzzled.

“Are you guys in time out?” Eri whispered, leaning her head to the side.

The pink hero just laughed and looked up at them. “No, we’ve been trying to get Bakugou into his Santa costume but he won’t put it on!” She sighed and pouted.

“And we tried everything too!” Denki adds as he throws himself onto the floor, arms stretched on the floor in defeat.

“There has to be something we can do Kami! Come on!” Mina turns to Denki with hopeful eyes, and pokes him in the rib, and he jumps upright to a sitting position, smile on his face, small giggles pouring out of his mouth, clutching onto his side.

“Gah! Haha okay what are we gonna do?” Denki controls his laughter and looks up at Mina, who’s looking back at him with big bright eyes and a huge smile plastered on her face.

“What?” Kaminari asks, genuinely confused.

Mina leans into Kaminari’s ear and whispers,

“We’re going to tickle him.”

Bakugou’s sitting on the dining table eating some cake. Sato makes such good cake, the explosive blonde thinks as he’s shoving more forkfulls into his mouth. He doesn’t even realize it but he’s made a little mess all over himself.

Before anyone can see the little embarrassing mess he’s made, he sneaks away to his room to change his shirt.

“Damn stupid cake, being so good, mess all over my damn shirt.” Bakugou’s grumbling to himself as he throws his shirt into his laundry bin and searches his closet for something else to wear.

He’s too busy grumbling to himself he doesn’t hear someone open his door.

“Bakugou!” Denki and Mina rush into Bakugou’s room and close the door. The 2 just stand there, wide smiles, holding up his Santa costume.

“HAH?!? What are you 2 idiots doing in here?! And I told you I’m not wearing that damn Santa suit so quit it!” Scowl plastered on the blondes face.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking Kami but that sounds like a challenge.” Mina puts on her best faux thinking face.

“It sure does.” Denki replies, as he launches himself into the explosive boy, knocking him over onto his bed.

“Get off of me dunce face! Have you gone completely idiot? I’ll kill you!” Bakugou tries to wrestle the electric boy off, but Denki was letting out these little shocks that made it hard for him to shove him off.

Mina giggled from her position. “Ho Ho Ho-ld him down Kami!” She laughed as she made her way over to the fighting boys. “Good thing you can’t use your quirk in the dorms Bakugou!”

Mina and Kaminari wrestled Bakugou’s arms above his head, and Kaminari pinned them under his knees and Mina straddled his waist.

“If you think I’m going to let you 2 idiots put that Santa suit on me, you’re nuts!” Bakugou spat.

“Guess you need some convincing. It’s time for these Santa CLAWS to come out.” Mina said as she wiggled her fingers.

Bakugou’s eyes went wide. No way. No way. No way. He thought. He knew what was coming. He tried pulling at his arms even harder, but Denki’s grip was just too strong now that the explosive blonde was flustered.

Mina wasted no time and connected her hands with Bakugou’s ribs.

Immediate laughter spilled out of Bakugou’s lips.

“Nohohoho! Gehehehet ohohohohoff!” Bakugou said through his laughter, trying so hard to surpress it.

“Uh-oh! Looks like someone was on the naughty list this year!” Mina teased as she tickled Bakugous ribs, paying them each attention and not missing the little spaces between them.

“Stahahahap! Nohohohoho!” Bakugou shook his head back and forth, a small blush growing on his face.

Kaminari smiled at the scene. He wanted in on the fun too. Denki did a test scratch at the laughing blondes armpits, which were fully exposed.

“GAH! HAHAHhahaa!” Is all Bakugou responded with, pulling even harder at his arms to protect his exposed hollows.

Denki continued the tickles and started to massage Bakugou’s armpits, which was driving Bakugou crazy.

“DUHuhuhuhnce fahahahaHAHAce STAHAHAP!” Bakugou’s face was unrecognizable. The face once carved with anger was now replaced with a pure smile.

“Just put on your suit then Kacchan!” Kaminari teased, now scratching at Bakugou’s underarms.

“NaahaHAHA! NOHOHOHO!” Bakugou refused to give up to something so silly. He had to take it like a man, but damn did giving up sound so good right now.

“Then I guess you need more convincing!” Mina laughed. She was enjoying herself. Making her friends smile and laugh was her favorite thing to do. Even if it’s by force.

She started from the bottom, moving her fingers up Bakugou’s ribcage. Tickling every rib one by one. Bakugou’s laughter getting louder and louder as she moved higher and higher. As she got to his upper ribs, his laughter shot up an octave.

“HAHAHHAHA MIHIHIHINA! STAHAHAHAP RIGIHIHIHIGHT THEHEHEHERE!” Bakugou pleaded, trying to deter the inevitable.

“I don’t think I will.” Mina smiled as she dug her fingers into his upper ribs, right bellow his armpits. And did Bakugou lose it.

“BWAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOHOFF! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Bakugou hated the taste of begging in his mouth.

Bakugou cried mirthful tears as his whole body tried to buck Mina off. His upper ribs was his most sensitive, most ticklish spot, and he couldn’t do anything to protect it.

“NOHOHOHHOOHO MOHOHOHHORE! HAHAHAHAHA-” Bakugou’s laughter went silent as he was brought into hysterics.

Mina stayed in that spot for a minute, which felt like forever to Bakugou, before she decided he needed a breather, and motioned to Kami. Kaminari understood and slowed his fingers down to a stop.

Mina looked at the panting blonde beneath her.

Cheeks stained with happy tears, big smile plastered on his face, a little sweat on his forehead.

Mina mentally awed at the sight. So cute, she thought. I’m totally doing this again.

She moved her fingers to his hipbones, rubbing circles into them, applying a small amount of pressure, enough to tickle, but not enough to get him to burst out into laughter.

“So? You gonna put on the suit or are we going to have to keep tickling you until you do?” She brought her face closer to the pinned boy and she turned her head sideways.

“Hahahaha fihihihine ohohohokay fihihihine.” Bakugou giggled out.

“YAY!” The 2 said in unison and jumped off Bakugou beaming with excitement and satisfaction, running out of his room together smiling.

The explosive blonde just laid in his bed for a minute, trying to process what just happened.

He put on his Santa coat and hat, and made his way back out into the common rooms with everyone.

Everyone noticed his reappearance and was shocked at the sight. Bakugou was dressed festive!

“How did you guys manage to get him in the costume?” Uraraka asked Mina.

“Oh, just a little bit of Santa’s magic.” Mina replied, small grin on her face.

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Speaking her language

For the charming @empress-writes​ 💙💛🧡💖

Hope you’ll like the story!

The South of France is a safer place for the Basterds, as they took a break after their last mission.

They were currently hidden in a remote cottage near the small village of Gassin. Its inhabitants were kind and helpful, which was a blessing for Aldo Raine and his men.

"No news from the superiors, Lieutenant?"

"Na yet, Donny. But ya can be sure that we're gonna heard about them, one way or another!"

"So, let's enjoy our free time!" happily exclaimed Hirschberg as he ate a piece of cake.

"Can you sometimes stop eating, you glutton?" admonished Andy.

"But Mrs. Dupin's pies are so delicious!"

As the others were gently chatting, Wicki was gazing at (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group. He could not help but smile while looking at her as she read a book. 

If you ask him, he would probably answer that everything she did was perfection. To sum up, he fell heels over head in love with the woman.

Of course, the other Basterds were aware of it and never missed an opportunity to tease him about his crush. Even Hugo loved taunting him!

Wilhelm's daydreaming was interrupted by Utivitch, who shyly asked:

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Smithson?" answered the woman with a gentle smile.

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, I was reading Les lettres de mon moulin by Alphonse Daudet. It is a French collection of short stories about Provence!"

"Okay... Wait, you understand French?"

She laughed.

"Uti, can you remind us what is my job here?"

"She is the translator, you dummy!" growled Hugo.

"Don't be so harsh, Stiglitz!" scolded Hicox.

"Indeed, I am the translator of the group."

"Of course!"

"By the way, how many languages do you speak?" inquired Omar.

A sly grin appeared on her face.

"What if we played a little game?"

"YES! A GAME!" happily screamed Andy, Michael, and Simon.

"Ouch! My ears!" grumbled Wicki.

"Okay, let's play! What are the rules, doll?" asked Donny.

"It's simple: I'll talk in a language to each of you in turn, and you have to guess how many languages I can speak!"

"Sounds good to me! Start whenever ya want, pretty!"

Suddenly, all the Basterds were quiet and waited for (Y/N).

While she was mentally choosing the first player, the other Basterds noticed the enamored gaze of Wicki towards the blonde woman. Time to play some trick on the suitor...

"I'm going to start with... Mr. Hicox!"

"I'm always ready, my dear!"

"Eres muy guapo. ¡Un verdadero caballero!" (You're very handsome. A real gentleman!)"

"Mmmmh... I would say that you speak Spanish!"

"Exactly!"

"And what did you say?"

"I told you that you were handsome, and you look like a real gentleman!"

The Basterds laughed and whistled.

"Well, milady, you're absolutely astonishing! Hearing you speaking Spanish is like listening to a nightingale!" answered the British spy with a seductive wink.

The young woman chuckled before asking:

"You sweet-talker! Alright! Who's next?"

"Why won't you ask Omar?" snickered Michael.

"Go to hell!" grunted the latter.

"Don't worry, Omar: it's only for fun. Are you ready?"

A charming smile came across Omar's face:

"Please, go ahead!"

"Okay... Nǐ hěn yǒnggǎn, wǒ hěn gāoxìng chéngwéi nǐ de péngyǒu!" (You're brave, and I'm happy to be your friend!)

Omar was puzzled.

"It does not sound like a European language..."

"You're right, it's not from Europe..."

"Mh, that's tricky... I don't know!"

"Give it a try!" she gently encouraged him.

The soldier scratched the back of his head:

"Er... Is it Japanese?"

"Sorry, but no. It was Chinese!"

"CHINESE? REALLY?" yelled Omar under the laughs of his comrades.

"Yes, indeed. I learned it when I was younger, thanks to my nanny who came from Shangai! And if you want a translation, it means that you're brave and I am happy to be your friend!"

"Alright... Well, thank you! It was beautiful! Especially when it comes from you!"

"You charmer!"

Wicki raised an eyebrow: he started to guess what his friends were doing, and he was not pleased...

"Fine, let's go back to the game, would you? The next one will be... Donny!"

"At your orders, baby doll!" 

"Then, I start... Sei forte e affascinante! E amo il tuo sorriso!" (You're strong and charming! And I love your smile!)

"Ah, so easy! Italian!"

"Bravo! You're right!"

"And what did you mean?"

"I said Donny is strong and charming... and I love his smile!"

Donny put his large hands on his chest, faking to be enthralled.

"And she speaks Italian! Gosh, this woman is perfect!"

He blew her a kiss.

"Please, receive this proof of love from a Bostonian guy!"

Laughing at his antics, (Y/N) mimicked catching the kiss and holding it against her heart.

"Thank you, Donny!"

As for Wilhelm, he gets annoyed. He did not know if they were trying to woo her for real or if they were just pissing him off. In both cases, he hated them at the moment.

"Okay. For the next turn, I'll ask for... Lieutenant Raine!"

"Here I am, pretty woman!"

"Fine, let's go... 'ant qayid rayie qawiun washajae wajadhab jadana!" (You are an astounding leader. Sturdy, brave, and so attractive!)

"Uh, that's a tricky one! Sounds like the Cree language..."

"Unfortunately, Lieutenant, I don't speak Native American languages."

"Okay... So, is it Danish?"

"No."

"Hm... Perhaps Portuguese?"

"Wrong answer. It was Arabic!"

"WOAH!" exclaimed all the Basterds, impressed.

"God, you awe me! And what did you mean?"

"I was saying that you are an astounding leader and that you are sturdy, brave, and attractive!"

Aldo smirked and gave her his best seductive face.

"Girl, give me back my heart, would ya? You stole it since the first day!"

(Y/N) heartily laughed.

"Please, Lieutenant: you're a charmer!"

"Only for you, sweetheart!"

"Verräter!" (Betrayer!) gritted Wicki.

"Fine, let's go! I choose... Andy!"

"At your service, milady!"

"Okay, I start... Du är söt när du ler." (You're cute when you smile)

"Uh... Does this language exist?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, Kagan: use your brains... Ah, I know: Danish!"

"Almost..."

"Swedish?"

"Good answer!"

"Well done, Kagan!" laughed Archie.

"Thanks, sir... But I'm sure that if (Y/N) goes to Sweden, they would hate her!"

"Why?"

"Look at her smile: it's like the sun, the snow would melt in a blink!"

"Oh My God, Kagan! That was the corniest thing I've ever heard!" roared Michael as he clutched his sides.

"Well, I find it cute. Thank you, Andy!"

"You're welcome... By the way, what did you mean?"

"Oh, I said that you're cute when you smile!"

Kagan fiercely blushed.

"Thank you, Miss..."

"Pleasure is mine... Hey, Michael, do you want to try?"

"I never say no to a challenge, especially from a beautiful lady!"

"Let's see... Vy geniy i prekrasnyy chelovek." (You are a genius and a lovely man). 

"Woah, Woah, Woah! What the hell is that language?"

"I assure you, this is a real language!"

"Uh... German?"

"NO!" answered Wicki and Stiglitz, offended.

"Calm down, guys! Okay, so if it's not German... It's Russian!"

"Bravo!" (Y/N) clapped happily.

"Wait a minute... If I did not miss the track, we know that you speak 6 languages! And I don't know why, but I think you know more!" said Utivitch.

"That's right! Okay, now, who wants to try?"

"I volunteer!" exclaimed Smithson.

"With pleasure! Let's see which language I use with you..." she wondered.

She got an idea and started to speak in a foreign language:

"Anata wa watashi ga imamade deatta naka de mottomo omoshirokute shinsetsuna hitodesu!" (You're the funniest and kindest man I ever met!)

"Ah, I got it! If it's not Chinese... It's Japanese!"

"Splendid!"

"Well done, chap!" laughed Simon as he applauded.

"Thanks, pal. And may I know the meaning of your sentence?"

"Of course! I said that you are the funniest and kindest man I ever met!"

"And they dare to say perfection does not exist! Obviously, they did not meet our lovely (Y/N)!" shouted Utivitch.

"Please, don't exaggerate!" blushed the young woman.

Wicki clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles went white. He swore to God that they would pay for their antics.

"Okay, the next player would be... Simon!"

"Yes, ma'am! Always yours!"

"You trickster! Fine, try to guess this one... אני מאוד מעריך את החברה שלך." (I really appreciate your company)

"No... You speak Hebrew? The language of our people?"

"Indeed."

"But it sounds beautiful when it comes from you! Okay, you know what? After the war, I'll marry you!"

"Oh, Simon! Don't be so crazy!" she laughed.

"I'm already crazy in love with you!"

"And you say I am corny, Michael..." sneered Andy.

"Forget what I said!"

After she stopped laughing, (Y/N) declared:

"So, I think we had three players last. Well, let's the game begin with Hirschberg."

"Hooray! Here I am!"

"Alright! So, try to find this one... Jesteś uroczym żarłokiem." (You're an adorable glutton)

"Well, that's unusual! Er... I don't remember hearing this language before!"

"Give me suggestions!"

"It is a Slavic language?"

"Not at all."

Gerold sighed.

"Damn it, girl! It's a freakin' riddle!"

"Watch your language in front of a lady!" scolded Hicox.

"Don't worry, Archie: I've heard worse before!" said (Y/N) with a smug grin.

"Mh, I don't know... Is it Turkish?"

"Not at all, but I am currently studying this language!"

"Er... Nope, I don't know!"

"It's Polish!"

"My my, she is impressive!" chuckled Aldo as he took a bite of his bread.

"And what did you say?"

"I said that you are an adorable glutton!"

Hearing that, the other Basterds roared with laughter.

"AH AH AH AH! Well done, (Y/N)!" shrieked Utivitch.

"Hey, that's not fair!" yelped Hirschberg.

Upset that she would offend her friend, the woman apologized.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Gerold. I did not mean to..."

"It's alright, (Y/N). Likewise, I'll always forgive you!"

"Oh, why?"

"Because you are beautiful!" answered the soldier with a huge smile.

Relieved, she happily laughed while Wicki contained himself to punch someone's face.

"Okay, now, let's go on with Hugo!"

"I'm listening..."

"I'm sure you'll recognize this language... Du erinnerst mich an einen Wolf: einsam, mysteriös und faszinierend." (You remind me of a wolf: solitary, mysterious, and fascinating.)

"German, without hesitation!" smirked Stiglitz.

"Indeed!"

"And what did she say?" asked Donny.

Hugo stood up and walked towards her.

"She compared me to wolf. She said that I am solitary, mysterious, and fascinating..."

"(Y/N) got the point!" smiled Michael.

Stiglitz arrived near the woman and kneeled with deference.

"You won... I surrender to your beautiful voice! I could not resist you speaking my mother tongue with such delicacy!"

"Nice touch, Stiglitz!" exclaimed Archie.

"Oh, Hugo! You must be exaggerating: I'm pretty sure my accent was a disaster!"

"The only thing pretty is you, (Y/N)" grinned Hugo as he gently kissed the woman's hand... while he looked out of the corner of his eyes at Wilhelm with a roguish glance.

"Trottel!" (You jerk)!" gritted the latter through his teeth.

At the same moment, (Y/N) was amused by her friends' antics: they always treated her like a queen and were very respectful towards her. But this time, she felt that there was something else, like if they were playing a prank on someone...

"You guys are all amazing! But let's finish this game with the last player: Wilhelm!"

Hearing his name, Wicki snapped out of his anger and said:

"Yes, I'm ready!"

"Okay so, let's see if you will be able to find this one... Mon cher Wilhelm, tu es un homme courageux, loyal, et séduisant." (My dear Wilhelm, you are a courageous, loyal, and attractive man.)

The Austrian Jewish man smirked:

"Without any doubt, I would say... French!"

"Precisely! You had a good ear!"

"And what did you say to Wilhelm? I'm curious..." asked Hirschberg with a playful tone.

(Y/N) slightly flushed before answering:

"I told him that he was a brave, loyal, and attractive man!"

"How cute!" laughed Aldo.

As for Wilhelm, he was struck: definitely, he was in love! With a smug smile, he said:

"Merci beaucoup pour le compliment, jolie mademoiselle!" (Thank you very much for the compliment, lovely miss!)

(Y/N) was impressed by his hidden talent.

"Oh, what a surprise! I did not know you speak French!"

"I know a few... but I'm sure I would not reach your level!"

"Don't underestimate yourself!"

"Heck, she could give some “private” lessons, if you want!" smirked Andy while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Keep your dirty thoughts for you!" snarled Wicki.

"Okay guys, calm down! Now that everyone answered (Y/N), did anyone count how many languages she can speak?" asked Archie.

"I did sir! And she speaks in 11 languages!" replied Utivitch.

"11 LANGUAGES?" shouted the others.

"Indeed, you counted well, Smithson. But I also speak Portuguese, Dutch, and Slavic languages. And I'm currently learning Turkish, Hindi, Danish, Korean, and Finnish!"

"Girl, are ya planning to learn all the goddamn languages around the world?" asked Aldo, flabbergasted.

"Maybe... Seriously, I've always been interested in languages since I was a little girl and I never stopped my passion! Luckily for me, I was gifted with a good memory..."

"We noticed it." shrugged Hugo.

"Man, we're lucky to have her with us!" stated Hirschberg.

"Well spotted, private!" 

They enjoyed the afternoon, when (Y/N) had to go to the village for some groceries.

Once she left, Wicki turned his angered glare towards his comrades.

"May I know WHAT THE FUCK were you all doing earlier? Wooing her as if you did not know what I felt?"

"Don't be mad, Wicki: we just wanted to make a joke!" said Utivitch who tried to calm his friend.

"I did not find it very funny!" growled the Austrian.

"Don't be so ill-humored! We'll never steal her from you. Of course, we all love her, but she is like a sister or a best friend to many of us!" retorted Kagan.

"Damn right, Kagan. But Wil, ya better tell (Y/N) what ya feel for her! Stop tripping and man up!" ordered Aldo.

"And how I'm supposed to do that?"

"Use your brains, Wicki, and take a guess: why don't you use something she likes to declare your love?" muttered Hugo as he smoked his cigarette.

"Something she likes..." mumbled Wilhelm as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind, and he slightly grinned: maybe he can try something interesting. 

He got up and searched in his bag a book his mother gave him before his departure. Wilhelm felt that the answer to his issue was between the pages of this poetry collection... 

Later in the evening... 

The cool summer night was calm and appeasing for the Basterds as they were finishing the meals brought by their French accomplices. 

At the same time, (Y/N) went for a small walk through the forest. She enjoyed the peaceful surrounding of the woods and sat on a tree stump to gaze at the shining stars who enlightened the dark blue sky.

The young woman slightly shivered as she felt the gentle breeze caress her bare arms.

"Can I join you?" asked a familiar masculine voice.

Startled, she turned and was relieved to see Wilhelm.

"Oh, it's you! You scare me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine... You can sit with me!"

Thanking her, the soldier sat close to the young woman. 

He felt a knot in his stomach as he was nervous: God, this girl would be the death of him!

He straightened up himself and declared:

"It's a nice night!"

"Indeed: I've always appreciated summer nights. I don't why, but it always soothes me... And it reminds me of this beautiful painting entitled Starry Night."

"Made by Van Gogh in 1888, if I'm right?"

"Exactly. It was a representation of a starry sky in Provence... where we are!"

"Interesting, I did not know this part of the story..." smiled Wicki.

He leaned closer and said:

"You know, this landscape reminds me of a poem..."

"Really?"

"Would you like to listen?"

"I would enjoy it!" (Y/N) smiled.

Wilhelm cleared his throat and declaimed:

Es liegt der heiße Sommer (There lies the heat of summer)

Auf deinen Wängelein; (On your cheek’s lovely art:)

Es liegt der Winter, der kalte, (There lies the cold of winter)

In deinem Herzchen klein. (Within your little heart.)

Das wird sich bei dir ändern, (That will change, beloved,)

Du Vielgeliebte mein! (The end not as the start!)

Der Winter wird auf den Wangen, (Winter on your cheek then,)

Der Sommer im Herzen sein. (Summer in your heart.)

When he finished reciting the poem, he saw a beautiful smile across (Y/N)'s face.

"Wilhelm, it was amazing!"

"Danke. Maybe you know the author..."

"I think it's Heinrich Heine!"

"Exactly! It’s the poem titled There lies the heat of summer."

"He wrote such beautiful masterpieces about love."

She shrugged with a sly smile.

"I'm a helpless romantic!"

"Don't apologize: it's one of your qualities!"

He added with a slight blush on his face.

"Besides, this poem has a special meaning for me..."

"Honestly? Why?"

"Yes. Well, when I was younger, I told my mother that I would say this poem to the girl I want to spend my life with..."

"Oh, that's so charming..."

(Y/N) interrupted herself when she realized what happened.

"Wait a minute... Did you mean that..."

Wicki nodded.

"You've guessed right: I love you, (Y/N). Since the first day in our team, I knew you were meant to me. But I was a coward for a long time and I did not know how to tell you the truth... until tonight!"

There was a silence until the young woman let out a relieved sigh:

"Thank God, what a relief!"

"What do you mean?"

She fidgeted with her fingers, slightly embarrassed.

"You know, Wilhelm... You were not the only one who was shy about their feelings!"

"You mean... that it's reciprocated?"

She agreed with a slight nod and a timid smile.

Assuaged by this revelation, Wicki leaned closer to her face, letting a few inches between their lips.

"Ich liebe dich, (Y/N)..."

"I love you too, Wilhelm..."

And they gently kissed, their lips sealed in a tender moment... 

Meantime, the other Basterds were spying on them, delighted smiles on their faces.

"Finally! He said it!" smirked Aldo.

"Look how cute they are!" grinned Utivitch.

"Indeed, they are. But remember guys: if you want to stay alive, don't cha flirt with her!" stated Donny.

"We took note, Don'. Should we celebrate this new couple?" asked Hirschberg.

"We'll do it when they'll come back to the camp. For now, let's them enjoy this moment alone!" tenderly smiled Andy.

"Gentlemen, we shall come back before they notice our presence. Moreover, we have a celebration to prepare!" simpered Hicox.

"The British's damn right! Let's go, boys!" discreetly cheered Michael.

"I'm so excited! It's like another Valentine's Day!" laughed Simon.

As they went back, Hugo looked back at the lovers with a small grin on his face.

"Well played, Wicki. You managed to speak her language, after all..."

Well, he was right: Wilhelm and (Y/N) found the perfect language between each other: the language of love...

Thank you for the reading!

I hope you’ll like it and I’m looking for your requests!

Take care and see you soon! 😘🥰😍🤩😷

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Tickletober 5: corssover

i inspired by @alechans-cutetickles

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18thC printing of 16thC Scots poems at the University of California • Berkeley Dated MDCCLXXXII (1782) (Scanned document) From the book collection of BERTRAND H. BRONSON bequeathed by him or donated by his wife Mildred S. Bronson

TWO ANCIENT SCOTTISH POEMS  THE GABERLUNZIEMAN, AND

CHRIST'S KIRK ON THE GREEN, WITH NOTES AND OBSERVATIONS. B Y JOHN CALLANDER, ESQ OF CRAIGFORTH. By ftrangc chanellis, fronterls, and forelandls, Uncouth coiftis, and mony vilfum Arandis, J^ow goith our barge——— G. Douglas. EDINBUI^GH: PRINTED BY J. ROBERTSON. §PLD BY J. BALFOUR, W. CREECH, AND C. ELLIOT, EDINBURGH ; DUNLOP AND WILSON, GLAS- GOW; ANGUS AND SON, ABERDEEN; W. ANDERSON, STIRLING ; AND A. DONALDSON, LONDON. [Er.... Here’s the firft page. Occafional f’s are s’s. However, the scanning software has probably failed to sort out typographical liaisons where one letter is close to or carried near to another. Some lowercase H’s when been scanned seem to have been replaced with lower case L’s.

The stanzas are liberally interspersed between lines with notes and etymologies. These themselves are afflicted with html coding. Even Boolean algebra was a good 75 years away.

The Gabberlunzieman attributed to James V of Scotland.]

THE pauky auld Carle came o'er the lee, Wi' mony gude eens and days to mee. Saying, Gaherliinzie\ This word is compounded of Galer, Gab' her, a Wallet or Bag, and Lunzie, loin, /. e. the man who carries the wallet on his back, an itinerant mechanic, or tinker, who carries in his bag the implements of his trade, and flrolls about the country mending pots and kettles. In fuch dilguifes as this James V. (as is faid) ufed to go about the country, and to mingle, unknown, with the meaneft of his fabje<5ts. Thefe frolickfome excurfions often gave birth to little amorous adventures, which our witty Monarch made the fubjeds of his fong, as he was fecond to none of his age in the fciences of poetry and mufic. The root of the word gab is the Celt, cab, fignifying to con- tain. Hence Scot, gab, the mouth, which contains our food; Englifli gobbet, a morfel ; the French gober, to fwallow, and gofier, the throat. The large barks on Loch-Lomond for C carrying i8 THE GABERLUNZIE-MAN. carrying wood, are called gaherts. From gah^ and gab^ come Englifh gabble ; and gabbing is ufed by Douglas for idle talking, Prologue to I. ^n. p. 6. v. 43. Rud. Edit. — and laft line of leaf 3. Lond. Edit. 4to, 1553. *' Quhilk is nae gabbing fouthly, nor no lye." In the fame fenfe, Ifl. gabb ; Ludibrium, gabba, to deride ; A. Sax. gabb an, and many more words of the fame import, gaggle, gaffer, and Old Fr. gaber, gabbaffer, to mock ; gaba- tine, mockery ; Iflandic gamman, drollery ; Gal. geuhbeth, falfchood ; and ganv, canv, gab, cheating ; Old Fr. ganelorty a traitor. We have collected thefe words from various lan- guages, as they not only explain the primitive idea of the word gaber, which none of our Etymologifls have done, but prove what we fhall every moment have occafion to (hew, that the radical term once afcertained, throws light on all its de- rivatives, which are eafily reducible to it, though fcattered far diftant from each other, among the various dialeds ufed by different nations. To this family belongs Lat. capio, whence our capacity, capture ; the Scots cap, a drinking vefTel ; cab, a meafure, mentioned in the Verfion of the Old Teflament ; and many more, all including the idea of capacity, or content; as cahin^ Belg. kaban; Welfh, cab, caban, all fignify- ing the fame thing ; Gr. v.a.-TrdLv^ ; Eat. cabana, cabbage, from the form of its top, refembling a bafon or large cup, which has much puzzled Junius ; Lat. cavus, our cave, and the Fr. and Engl, cabinet. Lunzie'] We have elfewhere obferved, with Mr Ruddi- man, that the Z, by the old Scots writers, is always ufed in the beginning of the fy liable for the Englifh Y. The reafon is, that the figure Z much refembles the Saxon G, which the Englifh often change into Y, as yard^romgeard; yea iwmgea; year TPIE GABERLUNZIE-MAN. 19 y^ar from gear^ &c. Thus Yetland is by us written Zetland, And ye, year, young ; ze, zere, zyng ; ranzles, fenztes, for reins, feigns, and the like. This we remark once for all. In other fifler dialeds Z has the force of S. Thus Bel. zour, four ; zuid, fouth ; zon, fun ; Slav, zakar, fugar ; Ital. zanni, Gr. ^et'vtyi, and in the Bar. Or. ']ia,i'oi, buffoons, whence our zany, Lunzie~\ Lung, loin, lunzie ; bene, the thigh bone. In Swed. lend, land, the loin. In the Laws of Gothland, cap. 23. 4. Synes lend oc lyndtr ; fi appareant lumbi et pudenda. They alfo write it Ljumske ; Ihre, in voce. Ifl. lend, boh, kdivi* Ger. lenden and lanken, and hence ovlv flank. Welfh, Lhvyn; and in Finland, landet, the loin. Ital. longia ; Fr. longe ; Scot. lend. Vide Not. S. Kirk. St. From the ancient Goth. Ljumske ; the Lat. lumbus ; Dan. Ijufke ; whence our lisk. The primitive is Lat, Let, broad, extended ; whence the Gr. '^hctrvc, and the Latin Litus. Thus the Gaberlanzie-man literally fignifies the man who bears a bag, or wallet, on his back or loins ; a pedlar ; Scot, a pack-man, S T A N Z A I. Ver. I. Pauky'\ Sly, cunning, Bel. Paiken, to coax or wheedle. Douglas, p. 238, v. 37. Prattis are repute policie, and perrellus paukis. Juld~\ Old Ger. alt, as eald. Ifl. aldradur. Dan. Eeld. Scot. eild. Cafaubon brings this from ccokoi;, vetus, and Lye from fltA</^?6>, augeo ; as if our anceftors had no word to ex- prefs old age, till they got it from the Greeks. But this is indeed an old wife's tale. The primitive E denotes exiftence ; every thing that lives. Hence Eve is called emphatically, the mother of all living. Lat. ejl. Fr. etre, being, effentia, whence our epncef what conllitutes the being of that thlag. Hence C 2 Hebrew zo THE GABERLUNZIE-MAN. Hebrew hei, life, and God emphatically ; {, t. He nuho Iheu heie, to live, life itfelf. Arab, hei — hi, to live, to be glad. In Zend, gueie, foul, life. This word furnifhes a remarkable example of the truth of our general principle, explained in the preface, and therefore we hope the reader will allow us to trace it a little further. The afpirate H, in the northern dia- lejfts, is changed into W, and Qu^, and hence Swed. sweety luight, living animal ; Engl, and Scot, ivight ; Goth, qnvick, lively ; e^icka, q^uicken, quick-lilyer, from its Hvely motion. In Sued. qnuick-Jilfwer. The Latins ufed the V, and fo formed vita, vhere, vivax, vidiusy vidio, vis, vigor, vigeo, and a thoufand more ; as alfo the derivatives we have adopted from that language, vivacity, violent, vivid, &c. VolTius, able to get no further than the Greek, deduces vit^ from CtoTY\ : but Cioiy life ; Cia, violence, CiciKo^ctt, Ciou, all come from one primitive, as alfo Gr. i^, the vis of the Latins, /f%u^, liX'^'^y '^3C^P°^» ^"^y ^y fiippreffing the afpirate. In the more ancient dialedls of Scandinavia, we find the fame word denoting the fame objedts ; Teuton, vuith. 111. vatir, a Sax. vught, vight, all fign. animals, living creatures ; and the Alam. quick, quickr. Old German quecL Dan. queg, living, animal, every thing aHve. Suab. vich, viech, animal. From the fame fource we formed ivife, Bel. nuyf, Swed. nuif. Suab. nuih, all fignifying ixjoman, mother of a family. Thus we have followed this word from the remotefl Eafl, to the fartheft extremities of the Weft and North. Such coin- cidences of found and meaning, demonftrate that language is no arbitrary thing, nor etymology that fallacious fcience it has been called, by thofe who find it more eafy to decide in hafte, than to examine at leifure. Carle'\ The true fpelling is karl in all the Scythian dia- lers, in which it denotes a ?nan, or nuarrior. The primitive is car^kar, flrong. This root we have preferred in the Ar- menian, THE GABERLUNZIE-MAN. ai mcnian, in which car^ pofTe, valere, et caroU potens. Not attending to the univerfality of language, the learned Ihre did not fee the juftnefs of this Etymology. From kair^ kary the Mefogothic, vair^ a man ; whence the Lat. vir, vira, a woman, as from the Gothic kasj they formed vasy which Voflius could make nothing of, though he has flung together every paffage almoft, where this word occurs. From karl arc formed the Alamm. karl; Ger. kerl; A. S. ceorlj 111. karl; L. B. Carolujy karlus. Vid. Cange Glofs. in V. From kerl. Sued. karlklader, men*s clothes ; karlftnathery ^.nAkarlfvoagy the high- way ; and in the old Gothic laws karljbo, man's habitation. The word karl is oppofed to gaje, a youth ; the former denoting a man of ripe age. We find that of old, in the Gothic, as now with us, karl, and carl, were ufed to fignify people of a low rank, fuch as farmers, mechanics, l^c. In the old laws, (ap, Ihre glofs. Vol. I. P. 1033,) karl oc konung, plebs et prin- ceps ; and in Gothr. Saga, cap. 86, opter that I karls huft er ej er in congs rann'i, oft do we meet in a cottage, what we feek in vain in the palaces of kings. In general, karl is ufed to fignify a husband ; and in Sweden the country-women call their hufbands min-karU In the Swedifii tongue the gander is called gas-karl. So in Engl, a carle-cat, is the male of that fpecies. The Anglo-Saxons fay ceorl, for a hufband, and ceorlian, to marry. As this word was commonly ufed to fignify rujilcs, the En- lifh from it formed churl, churlifl). In the A. S. ceorlhortn is a man meanly born ; ceorl'ife, a rulHc \ ceorlife hlaf, loaf made of the fecond flour. In Dutch, kaerle a ruftic ; whence the Italian phrafe, a la carlona, like a ruftic, ill-bred. The Welch carl has the fame meaning. As karl, all over the north, denotes an elderly ?nan, from it we have formed carling, an old woman of the lowefi: caft, a word which occurs in all our poets. The 2i THE GABERLUNZIE-MAN. Saying, Gudewife, for zour courtefie.

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Retro Oyuncusunun Göz Bebeği PlayStation Mini

Tartışmasız oyun konsolu denilince akla ilk akla gelen PlayStation’dır. PlayStation oyun konsolları arasında şüphesiz liderlerinden. Ürün gamında bir çok konsol var ama bunların en popülerleri PlayStation 1, PlayStation 2, PlayStation 3 ve son oyun konsolu PlayStation 4.

PlayStation 4 hemen hemen her gencin evinde var ve popülerliğini kaybetmeksizin oynanıyor. Gerek 4K HDR oyunları ve exclusive oyunlarıyla oyun severleri başından kaldırmıyor.

Her ne kadar biz retro oyun severleri bu günümüz konsol ve konsol oyunları tatmin etsede, insan bi eskiyi özlüyor. Sony Firmasıda bu çağrıya kulak verdi ve PlayStation Classic’i piyasaya sürdü. Mini gövdesi ve ön yüklü oyunlarıyla gelen PlayStation Classic, biz retro oyuncuları heycanlandırdı!

PlayStation 1 Oyun konsolunun birebir gövde tasarımına bağlı kalarak tasarlanan PlayStation Classic herkes için bir nostalji yarattı. Ön yüklü 20 oyun ile beraber gelen PlayStation Classic’in oyunları şöyle; -Battle Arena Toshinden -Cool Boarders 2 -Destruction Derby -Final Fantasy VII -Grand Theft Auto -Intelligent Qube -Jumping Flash -Metal Gear Solid -Mr Driller -Oddworld: Abe’s Oddysee -Rayman -Resident Evil Director’s Cut -Revelations: Persona -Ridge Racer Type 4 -Super Puzzle Fighter II Turbo -Syphon Filter -Tekken 3 -Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six -Twisted Metal -Wild Arms

PlayStation Classic’in kutusundan ise 2 adet kontrolcü, 1 adet HDMI kablo, 1 adet USB güç kablosu ile beraber geliyor.

Biz oynarken kimi zaman zevk aldık, kimi zaman duygulandık ağladık. Kimi zaman sinir krizleri geçirdik bu konsol ile. Şimdi ise mini olarak çıktı ve bizi tekrardan aynı duyguları yaşatacak gibi. Tekken 3'te yaptığım kombolar, gta'da kuş bakışı gezdiğim sokaklar, Metal Gear Solid'de yaptığım amansız görevler... Kim duygulanmaz ki. Sony yetkilileri bu sefer gerçekten kullancıyı dinlemiş ve ellerinden geleni yapmışlar. Bir çok oyuncu eminim eski günleri yaad ediyordur. Şimdilik playtation 4'ler o tozlu raflara, bağlansın şimdi retro mu retro playstation mini'miz televizyonumaza. Keyfli anlar ve duygular bizi bekler sayın retrooyuncu.com okurları... İyi keyifler! Esen kalın efendim. Saygılar. http://retrooyuncu.com/merhaba-retro-oyunculari/ Read the full article

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