cw: firearms

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1920’s Chinese copy of a “Thampson” submachine gun

The Warlord Era of Chinese history lasted from the 1920’s up to the early or mid 1930’s.  During this period, China was divided between a number of warlords who ruled over their own personal Chinese fiefdoms, the Chinese National Government, Japanese occupation forces, and Chinese Communist Revolutionaries.  With China embroiled in a free for all between multiple factions, there was an insatiable need for arms, especially due to an arms embargo enacted by the League of Nations.  Thus, during the Warlord Era, many domestic arms makers produced weapons for warlord armies.  Most of these weapons were copies of European and other foreign designs. One of the most popular was the American Thompson Submachine gun.  Examples of copies can be found not only in .45 ACP, but also 9mm Luger, 7.62x25 Tokarev, and 7.63x25 Mauser.  Almost every warlord established his own armory, one of the most prolific Thompson SMG producers was the Taiyuan Arsenal serving the Shanxi warlord Gen. Yan Xishan.

Some of the more interesting Chinese copies were not those produced by warlord factories, but those produced by China’s cottage industry.  During the Warlord Era, many thousands of firearms were produced by small time gunmakers working in small shops, private homes, garages, basements, and attics, built by hand with whatever materials were available. One such example is the Thompson SMG pictured above, on display at the Imperial War Museum in London.  Many of these home gunmakers would often mark their pieces with Roman Alphabet trade names and other markings, often to trick clients into believing that they were buying a genuine foreign import, not a handmade copy built in some guy’s kitchen from low quality materials.  Often these stampings and markings have interesting misspellings.  Many are contradictory, for example a handmade pistol with both “Mauser” and “Fabrique Nationale” trade markings.  Some are a completely nonsensical.

In regards to the Thompson SMG above, the weapon has no markings with the exception of “THAMPSON SUB-MACHINE GUN” on the right hand side of the receiver.

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Sage EBR

Springfield Armory M1A Scout in the Sage EBR chassis. One thing to note before buying just the chassis, especially if second-hand, make sure you get the right model for your M14/M1A. There is a different EBR chassis for heavy barreled rifles, which won’t fit or work in the EBR that accepts only standard and medium weight contour barrels. (GRH)

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Clone

From a distance it looks like a Knights Armament M110, but about the only KAC parts are the magazine, flash hider and handguard. It’s a budget build that mimics what normally is a $15,000 (or more) rifle. We all have dream rifles, but sometimes the closest we can get is to build a clone or lookalike. The owner of this one listed the parts list. (GRH)

Upper
CMMG upper receiver
KAC Rifle Length 7.62 URX II
Fulton Armory (Criterion) 20" M110 barrel
Fulton Armory rail gas block
Fulton Armory chrome BCG
BCM gunfighter 308 CH
KAC M110 FH

Lower Bushmaster (made by DPMS) lower DPMS LPK DPMS buffer, tube and spring Cav Arms C1 stock KAC 20 round mag (1 included) Giessele SSA-E trigger

oh-suketora  asked:

I'm probably very late to the songfic party, but if you could do Endless Night (yes it's the same song that Sayo Yamamoto made a skating AMV for before YOI 😂) for Victuuri (ofc) I would be indebted because I have so many feels for THAT song with THAT pair uggghhhhh. And congrats on 6k, may good vibes and rad fanart come your way for many more to come! ❤

I’m like, obsessed with this short tbh ❤ ❤ ❤ I did an entire presentation on it for my animation class at Wellesley lol for some reason this song is super tied to Satoshi Kon for me, so…. here’s a Magnetic Rose AU?


Katsuki, do you read? Katsuki, get Leo and get back to the ship! Phichit’s voice is frantic over the comm. We need to get the hell out of here; the radiation signals are off the charts!

“Phichit, I can’t – where is he?” The poodle-shaped droids are pursuing him again, blasters always just barely missing him. Yuuri wildly turns and fires a round at one of the droids, knocking them down briefly, before diving through the opening of a collapsing set of columns and into another cavern in the bowels of this spaceship.

This entire room seems suffused with an eerie greenish light, glinting off the misshapen lumps of various spaceships piled on one another in the belly of this giant, magnetic beast. Yuuri’s blood runs cold at the sight, at the sticky petrol-like substance covering him up to his knees as he wades out into the hall.

Sento una voce che piange lontano…

It’s the aria again, warbling from between the cracks of the space derelicts, filling the air around him. In the distance, Yuuri can make out a faint figure; as he gets closer he realises that it’s the beautiful silver-haired baritone – so much like Viktor and yet not like Viktor at all – his arms outstretched, resplendent in a magenta military jacket – 

“Where’s Leo?” Yuuri shouts, anger rising in his gut as he steps forward, closer and closer. “What did you do with him?”

Con una spada vorrei tagliare quelle gole che cantano d'amore… 

“Answer me!” Yuuri fires his blaster. It glances off the man – the projection – but it’s enough to draw his eye to Yuuri. And suddenly, he’s in a magnificent ballroom, wading through the tiled floor, and in the distance there’s the sound of Leo’s laughter.

Guang-Hong! You’re really okay!”

Yuuri’s blood runs cold. “What did you do,” he growls at the projection, who tilts his head and looks at him coolly through cold blue eyes. 

“I gave him what he has always wanted, Mr Katsuki,” he says, and his voice is like Viktor’s and yet not – there’s none of the warmth of Viktor’s voice, none of the love in his eyes. “A chance at redemption out here at the end of the world.”

The sound of screams. The smell of smoke. Yuuri’s eyes are watering; his stomach churns at the memory falling into place all around him, at the rattling of the earth beneath his feet, the distant sound of a plane.

“Yuuri, please get on that ship!” Yuuri looks up to see Viktor standing there – his Viktor, eyes trained towards the sky, towards the incoming missiles. “Please, moyo solnyshko, before it’s too late –”

He should have said no. He should have dragged Viktor onboard with him. He reaches, but Viktor flickers, and then the mysterious baritone is there, his eerie song echoing all around them. 

Yuuri’s hand retracts as if burned. “You –” he hisses, but the mysterious baritone only winks, and Yuuri suddenly feels a warm hand on his shoulder.

“Yuuri,” says Viktor quietly. “You came back.”

The lump rises in Yuuri’s throat before his brain can even stop it. “Viktor?” he whispers. Viktor takes his hand, brushing a kiss across the knuckles. 

“You’ll stay with me, right?” he asks. “You’ll stay by my side and never leave?”

“Yes,” Yuuri breathes, as Viktor folds him into his arms. It’s too easy to relax into the familiar warmth of him, to smell his cologne, feel his heartbeat – 

There’s no heartbeat.

Yuuri blinks. Viktor freezes. 

“Come on,” he says, tugging at Yuuri’s hand. “Let’s go, let’s go –”

Yuuri inhales sharply. “Just a moment,” he says. The world falls back into place around him, the swampy mire of wrecked ships looming out of the dark, and Viktor is trying to pull him towards that strange green light, past the mysterious baritone – 

“Yuu~ri,” whines Viktor. “Don’t keep me waiting…”

Yuuri feels, beneath his glove, the cold metal of his wedding ring. The one that had been placed on his finger on Earth, by a Viktor who is not here – and yet – 

“Isn’t it easier?” asks the mysterious baritone, stepping back to take Viktor’s shoulder. “Isn’t it nicer to just give in? Live an eternal life with the man you have lost?”

“I have to get back to the ship,” Yuuri says, shaking his head like a dog trying to rid itself of fleas. “I have to – Phichit!” he shouts into his commlink. “Where are you?”

Only the crackle of static greets him. “Phichit!” Yuuri shouts, looking warily up at the two silver-haired men, strangers in the shell of his lover.

The ground shakes. “Moyo solnyshko –” Viktor breathes, his fingertips falling from Yuuri’s grasp as a set of soldiers take him away, as Yuuri is herded onto the shuttle to escape the planet before the missiles hit – 

The figure that is supposed to be Viktor fades into silver nothingness, collapsing like a broken doll at the foot of the mysterious baritone. 

Yuuri chokes. Tears roll hot and heavy down his face as he raises his blaster. “What sort of life is this?” he demands. “What kind of lie do you live in?”

The baritone’s song echoes. Stammi vicino, non te ne andare…

“You can’t craft yourself a palace out of your memories just to escape!” snaps Yuuri, firing at the man. The burst catches him, point-blank, and he topples backwards, the projection fading from his metallic bones as he collapses into the eerie green glow. 

Yuuri lowers the gun, blinking. 

And then the vast beast of the spaceship all around him begins to churn. 

4

Viktor Nikiforov is questioning his position as a detective with the Detroit Police Department and spiraling after his partner is critically injured in the line of duty. When Yuuri Katsuki is assigned as his new partner on what he thinks may be his last case, he has no idea what he’s in for. 

Behold, a new poster for Vita Brevis bc the old one was. well. anyway! The next chapter of VB will be up tomorrow (Tuesday, 13 June)! Thanks everyone for your patience and support! 

Le Baron & Delmas rifle

This rifle, designed in 1866, utilized electricity to fire its bullets. The ammunition, which had positive and negative charges, were ignited by an electrical spark which was generated by a potash battery in the stock. Firing the weapon caused violent vibrations. The design was largely ignored until 1883, when one H. Pieper of London designed a lighter version.

Another year underneath an oppressive heel of gun control regime has passed here in EU, without any mass shooting by some psychopath.

P.s.: as I’m receiving lots of messages and notes, that invite me to remember Paris attacks of November 2015, please read carefully the above note: I’ve speaking of psychopaths, not terrorists (that’s another mess altogether)

anonymous asked:

How effective are combination weapons? Like a pistol-ax or sword-pistol?

Sword pistols are a weird historical oddity. They exist, mostly from the 18th century (not counting the modern gunswords specifically patterned off Final Fantasy.)

The problem is, they don’t really work that well. The extra weight makes the pistol harder to aim, while the modifications to include a functional gun reduces the sword’s balance, increases the weight, and undermines it’s effectiveness.

I’m not sure about a gun/axe combo, but to an extent you’re looking at the same basic concessions.

The one good counter example are bayonets. At a really reductive level, you could call those a combo weapon. Though in that case, you’re talking about using a longarm, and a lightweight melee weapon. My understanding is that the extra weight of the blade does make the weapon a little harder to operate, but, the entire idea is you’d be attaching the bayonet when you weren’t expecting the gun to be enough on it’s own anyway.

There may be some integrated longarm with an attached blade that I’m unaware of, so the gun axe or a gun halberd is just this side of plausible. But, again, I’ve never heard of any historical examples.

Combo weapons can also include things like an under-slung grenade launcher, shotgun, or other attachment. For what they’re intended to do, those work. Though it’s probably not what you were thinking of.

There’s also the Lemat pistol. This was a .36 or .42 caliber revolver with an integrated 20 gauge shotgun in the center of the cylinder, and designed to fire from a secondary barrel located under the primary. Again, it’s more of a historical oddity than a practical weapon, as less than three thousand of these pistols were originally produced. Though I believe you can buy modern reproductions chambered in .44, 20 gauge.

-Starke