#firearm customization

[viktorviolettaenterprises]

Glock Pistols Series (Tribute to Gaston Glock)

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Just remastered some old works of the Glock Pistol Series as a tribute to the late Gaston Glock, the inventor of the Glock Pistol that has significantly contributed to the firearms industry since 1982. Rest in peace, sir. Your legacy will remain in our hearts, and your contribution to the firearms industry, especially pistols in Late 20th Century. Sorry For Late Tribute Post. I Need to Find the Best Glock Model for this Tribute and Improving the Existing Models Thank you @exzentra-reblog @coffee-cc-finds @bdangkingfish @evgenyesipov1999 @sparkiekong @helenofsimblr @igglemouse

Known for its distinct shape like a box, Glock emphasizes its tradition of perfection in almost every design they issue. The journey began in 1982 when Glock Ges.mbH introduced their 17th patent, which would later be known as the Glock 17. It is a 9mm-chambered pistol that would change the mindset of the sidearm industry. Although not the first polymer-made pistol (the first was an HK VP70), it offered the value of a lightweight, high-capacity magazine pistol. The Glock 17 entered the US market in 1986. Despite initial rejection by both Glock and the US Military as a replacement for the 1911, Glock started to capture the attention of American police departments (PDs).

By 1987, it began to be adopted by police departments, with others following suit in issuing Glocks as their standard sidearm. The key to Glock's success in police departments lies in its affordable price, ease of maintenance, numerous interchangeable parts, and, of course, the double-trigger system. Although it may be challenging to execute a follow-up shot quickly, it ensures safety when the pistol is not in use. Additionally, this sidearm is popular for deployment alongside the Secret Service.

In this case, VVE covers some of the Glock series to the SimVerse usage, like :

Standard

Standards Glocks are full-sized pistols that are designed for duty and home defense use. Barrel lengths are 4.49 inches and 4.61 inches depending on caliber. Standard-sized Glocks are some of the most commonly sold pistols and strike the right balance between size, weight, and controllability.

Glock 17

The Glock 17 is the original 9×19mm Parabellum model, with a standard magazine capacity of 17 rounds, introduced in 1982. Glock also offers a version of the standard magazine which incorporates a longer "+2" base plate to provide a capacity of 19 rounds. Also, a 10-round version of the standard magazine was created for markets that restrict the magazine capacity of handguns. And, Glock offers an extended 24 round (with flush base plate) magazine for the Glock 17. Finally, the Glock 17 can use the Glock 18's extended 33 round (with +2 base plate) magazine. The base plates for the extended magazines can be swapped out to create 26 and 31 round magazines as well

Thank you For @effiethejay For NYPD Uniform!

Glock 22

Also a standard-barrel version, but in this case, with a silver sliding) in Reality this is Just A Glock 17 Chambered with 40 Smith & Wesson for Better Punch. Perfect Pistol For FBI And Law Enforcement who looking better Punch but Maintain Controllability.

GLOCK 18

The Glock 18 is a Select Version variant of the Glock 17, designed for the Austrian counter-terrorist unit EKO Cobra. Introduced in 1986, it features a selective-fire option, allowing both fully automatic (1,100–1,200 RPM) and semi-automatic firing modes. The circular selector switch on the rear left side of the slide controls the firing mode. The pistol is often equipped with a 33-round magazine and can be used with or without a shoulder stock for added stability. This Particular Model is First Production of Glock 18 which marked by Extended Barrel and Lack of Compensator to Reduce the Recoil.

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GLOCK 18C

The Improved Model Of Glock 18. The compensator cuts start about halfway back on the top of the barrel. The two rear cuts are narrower than the two front cuts. The slide is hollowed, or dished-out, in a rectangular pattern between the rear of the ejection port and the rear sight. The rate of fire in fully automatic mode is around 1,100–1,200 rounds per minute. Most of the other characteristics are equivalent to the Glock 17, although the slide, frame, and certain fire-control parts of the Glock 18 are not interchangeable with other Glock models.

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Compact

Compact is a relative term. These Glocks are still somewhat large with barrel lengths of 4.02 inches and grips that fill your hand. The slightly shorter grip and barrel length allow them to be easier to conceal and more comfortable to carry while maintaining control over the gun. That being said, this is the most popular category of the Glock sizes.

GLOCK 19

The Glock 19 is effectively a reduced-size Glock 17, called the "Compact" by the manufacturer. It was first produced in 1988, primarily for military and law enforcement. The Glock 19's barrel and pistol grip are shorter by about 12 mm (0.5 in) than the Glock 17, and it uses a magazine with a standard capacity of 15 rounds. A 10 round version of this magazine is also made for markets that restrict the magazine capacity of handguns. And, a "+2" base plate can make the standard magazine into a longer 17 round magazine. The pistol is also compatible with any magazines designed for the Glock 17 and Glock 18, providing factory magazine capacities of 17, 19, 24 and 33. Changing out base plates adds capacities of 26 or 31 rounds.

Subcompact

Subcompact Glocks are designed to be concealed carry weapons and backup guns. These guns sport ultra-short frames, and barrel lengths vary between 3.43 inches and 3.78 inches depending on caliber. These guns are straightforward to carry and conceal in almost any way you want.

The Glock 26, a 9×19mm "subcompact" variant designed for concealed carry, was introduced in 1995, primarily for the civilian market. It has also been acquired by the US military and designated MK 26. Featuring a smaller frame compared to the Glock 19, the pistol grip supports only two fingers, and it has a shorter barrel and slide, along with a double-stack magazine with a standard capacity of 10 rounds. A factory magazine with a +2 extension gives it a capacity of 12 rounds. Additionally, the Glock 26 can use factory magazines from the Glock 17, Glock 18, and Glock 19. One can swap out base plates to give it capacities of 15, 17, 19, 24, 26, 31, and 33 rounds. More than simply a "shortened" Glock 19, the design of the subcompact Glock 26 required extensive rework of the frame, locking block, and spring assembly, which features a dual recoil spring.

Competition & Long Slide

By bigger than full-size, we are talking about guns mostly made for competition shooting. They have standard sized frames but longer slides and barrels. The longer slide and barrel gives a longer sight radius and a higher velocity, as well as less recoil and muzzle flip.

GLOCK 34

The Glock 34 is a competition version of the Glock 17. It is similar to its predecessor, the Glock 17L, but with a slightly shorter slide and barrel, to meet the maximum size requirements for many sanctioned action pistol sporting events. It was developed and produced in 1998, and compared to the Glock 17, features a 21 mm (0.8 in) longer barrel and slide. It has an extended magazine release, extended slide stop lever, 20 N trigger pull, and an adjustable rear sight. The sides at the front of the slide are slanted instead of squared. Further, the top of the slide and parts of its inside are milled out, creating a conspicuous hole at the top designed to reduce front-end muzzle weight to better balance the pistol and reduce the overall weight of the slide. The Glock 34 can accept any magazine the Glock 17 can accept.

[soviejames]

Did some painting on my lower, bronze doesn’t turn out right in pictures 

[historyofguns]

The article reviews the Bradley Adjustable Cheek Rest, highlighting its compatibility with the Springfield Armory M1A rifle. Bradley Cheek Rest is a U.S.-based manufacturer, owned by veteran Bradley R. Slater, known for providing exceptional cheek welds on rifle stocks. The device is appreciated for its non-destructive installation, requiring no drilling or permanent changes to the firearm, making it a flexible and protective accessory for various rifles. The author, Stephanie Blaser, discusses her personal positive experience using the cheek rest on her M1A, emphasizing the quality craftsmanship and the advantage of adjustable options to suit individual needs, which enhance shooting stability and accuracy. Priced between $114.98 and $124.98, the cheek rest is described as reasonable and available in multiple colors, providing an aesthetic and functional addition to the M1A rifle.

[youthchronical]

Pakistani man kills WhatsApp group admin in anger after being removed from chat - The Times of India

A man in Pakistan has been charged with murder after allegedly shooting the admin of a community WhatsApp group who removed him from the chat, police said on Saturday. The shooting took place on Thursday evening in Regi, a locality on the outskirts of Peshawar, the capital of Khyber Pakhtunkhwa province, which borders Afghanistan and has a history of sectarian violence.According to police records…

[summerlinarmory]

When it comes to enhancing your shooting experience, selecting the right rifle accessories, such as gun scopes, is essential. Whether you’re a seasoned marksman or new to the sport, the right gear can improve accuracy, comfort, and overall performance.

[aegisprecisionkinetics]

When it comes to bulk ammunition in Las Vegas, Nevada, quality control is paramount. Whether you’re a seasoned shooter or just starting out, understanding the standards and processes involved in ammunition production can greatly impact your experience. Manufacturers implement strict quality control measures to ensure that every round produced meets high standards. This attention to detail guarantees reliability, safety, and performance, allowing shooters to focus on honing their skills without worrying about the integrity of their ammunition.

[attackcopterblog]

CUSTOM & COLLECTABLE FIREARMS DEBUTS NEW COLT VINTAGE MODEL

Custom & Collectable Firearms has debuted their new Colt Vintage Model. Custom & Collectable Firearms state “Custom & Collectable Firearms, provider of some of the most unique limited series firearms on the market, is excited to announce the launch of a brand-new Sports South Exclusive, 1 of 300 Colt 1911 “Vintage Edition.” This Colt 1911 is chambered in 45 ACP and features a FULLY color case…

[historyofguns]

The article, "Is a Custom Pistol a Waste of Money?" by Clayton Walker, delves into the value and advantages of purchasing a high-grade, custom-level pistol. Clayton appreciates the quality and precision of custom pistols like the 1911, which feature carefully fitted components and trigger systems that enhance their performance. However, he notes that a top-tier pistol won't necessarily compensate for a novice shooter’s lack of skill. He argues that while modern entry-level pistols offer great accuracy and reliability, custom guns with additional features can enhance shooting performance, allowing shooters to reach their full potential. He acknowledges the appeal of custom pistols’ aesthetics and potential for longevity, making them desirable investments for enthusiasts. Ultimately, Walker suggests that the decision to buy a custom pistol should balance personal value, needs, and the desire for improved shooting accuracy through upgraded equipment.

[gun-parts]

"Precision Unleashed: A Guide to Mastering Browning Gun Parts Customization"

Introduction:

In the world of firearms enthusiasts, the Browning gun is an iconic symbol of precision and reliability. However, for those who crave a personalized touch and want to push the boundaries of performance, mastering the art of Browning gun parts customization opens up a world of possibilities. In this guide, we will delve into the intricacies of Browning firearms, explore the diverse array of customization options, and provide insights into how enthusiasts can elevate their shooting experience.

Understanding the Browning Legacy:

John M. Browning's legacy in the firearms industry is nothing short of legendary. His innovative designs, including the Browning Automatic Rifle (BAR) and the Browning High Power pistol, have left an indelible mark on the history of firearms. Today, Browning continues to be synonymous with quality craftsmanship and cutting-edge technology.

The Browning Gun Anatomy:

Before embarking on the customization journey, it's essential to have a solid understanding of the Browning gun's anatomy. Whether it's the timeless Browning Auto-5 shotgun or the modern Browning X-Bolt rifle, each firearm has distinct components that contribute to its overall performance. From the barrel to the trigger, every part plays a crucial role in delivering accuracy and reliability.

Customization Options:

Barrel Upgrades:

One of the most impactful ways to enhance a Browning gun's performance is by upgrading the barrel. Different lengths, materials, and profiles can significantly affect accuracy and recoil. Stainless steel barrels, for instance, offer durability and resistance to corrosion, making them an attractive option for those who frequent harsh shooting environments.

Stocks and Grips:

The stock and grip of a Browning gun contribute to both aesthetics and functionality. Enthusiasts can choose from a variety of materials, such as wood, synthetic, or composite, to tailor the gun's feel and balance to their liking. Adjustable stocks provide an additional layer of customization, allowing shooters to find the perfect fit for improved comfort and control.

Trigger Tuning:

A crisp and predictable trigger pull is crucial for accuracy. Browning gun owners can explore trigger tuning options to achieve a personalized trigger feel. Adjustable triggers, lighter trigger pulls, and reduced creep are popular modifications that can transform the shooting experience.

Sights and Optics:

Precision shooting often relies on accurate aiming. Upgrading sights or adding optics can significantly improve target acquisition and overall shooting accuracy. Whether it's iron sights, red dot sights, or high-powered scopes, Browning guns can be customized to suit various shooting preferences.

Magazine Enhancements:

For those using Browning handguns or semi-automatic rifles, magazine customization options abound. Extended magazines, enhanced magazine releases, and ergonomic baseplates can streamline the reloading process and increase magazine capacity.

Cerakote Finishes:

Beyond performance upgrades, many enthusiasts opt for personalized aesthetics through Cerakote finishes. This ceramic-based coating not only adds a layer of protection against corrosion but also allows for a wide range of color options, ensuring that each Browning gun becomes a unique work of art.

Tips for Successful Customization:

Research Thoroughly:

Before diving into customization, thorough research is paramount. Understanding the compatibility of different parts with specific Browning models is crucial to ensure a seamless integration of upgrades.

Consult Experts:

Seeking advice from experienced gunsmiths or Browning enthusiasts can provide valuable insights. Professionals can guide you through the customization process, offering recommendations based on their expertise.

Safety First:

While customization allows for personalization, safety should always be a top priority. Ensure that any modifications made to the Browning gun comply with safety standards and regulations. If in doubt, consult with a qualified gunsmith.

Test and Adjust:

After customization, it's essential to spend time at the range testing the modified firearm. This allows shooters to fine-tune any adjustments and ensures that the customized Browning gun performs optimally.

Conclusion:

Mastering Browning gun parts customization opens up a realm of possibilities for firearms enthusiasts seeking to elevate their shooting experience. Whether it's enhancing performance, refining aesthetics, or achieving a perfect fit, the customization options for Browning guns are as diverse as the shooters themselves. By understanding the legacy of Browning, the anatomy of these firearms, and the myriad customization options available, enthusiasts can embark on a journey that goes beyond limits, pushing their Browning guns to new heights of precision and personalization.

[rymeofthemodernmariner]

Got to work on a cool project. This shop out in NC designed a process to rapidly prototype and provide custom fit for irregularly shaped objects in semi rigid foam. Leather, Velvet, suede, and felt coatings available.

This one was for a firearms client. They were incredibly satisfied with the result, and this cost a fraction of the typical cost for a project of this type.

[onedingo]

info post about weapons used in mass shootings/attacks!!

!!!!!! informative content !!!!!!

index/foreword: Adam Lanza, Dylan Klebold, Alexandre Bissonnette, Robert Bowers, Patrick Crusius, Guilherme Taucci, Fabiano Kipper Mai, Dylann Roof

post with pictures/visual content

1. Adam Lanza - Bushmaster XM-15

The Bushmaster XM-15 is a civilian adaptation of the M16 combat rifle. In other words, it is very similar to the M16, but it has been modified for civilian use outside of military combat. It is a semi-automatic rifle, which means that one bullet comes out at a time each time the trigger is pulled.

It has a medium damage capacity and is used to hit light objects, but can be fatal to humans. The XM-15 generally uses .223 Remington or 5.56x45mm NATO ammunition. It does not have stopping power (the ability to incapacitate instantly), but it is enough to cause lethal damage, especially if combined with the ability to reload quickly and a high rate of fire, it increases the destruction. It can be filled with 10, 20 or 30-round magazines, but this depends on state legislation.

Very popular for its versatility, which allows for customization of sights etc. on the part of the bearer.

2. Dylan Klebold - TEC-9

The TEC-9 was one of the weapons that became most popular in the wake of the Columbine massacre in 1999, thanks to videos of Dylan Klebold practicing shooting, and the photo captured by the school's cafeteria camera showing Dylan holding his TEC-9.

The TEC-9 began to be produced in 1980, and is a relatively large semi-automatic pistol, but for civilian and mainly police use.

It has a 9x19mm Parabellum caliber, a type of caliber widely used in firearms that originated in the German Empire and still exists today! The gun has a simple design, with a long barrel and a grip that offers good stability, as well as being able to carry magazines with large quantities of shots, such as 32, 50 or 72 [shots]. The gun was so successful that it was modified, giving rise to models that are automatic.

3. Alexandre Bissonnette - Glock 17 9mm semi-automatic pistol

The Glock 17 has a 9x19mm caliber and is known for its effectiveness at medium distances and with less recoil. It is a very reliable weapon because it has a high safety system, which allows it to only fire the projectile when the trigger is fully pulled. The standard is to hold 17 cartridges, but it is possible to customize it to hold 33. It is light compared to other pistols and is widely used by civilians. It is a semi-automatic pistol. It is also famous for its high durability and its fixed sighting system.

4. Robert Bowers - AR-15 SP1

The AR-15 SP1 is the original model of the famous AR-15 semi-automatic rifle and began production in 1960. It has a light recoil, which allows successive and rapid firing depending on the skill of the handler. Its caliber is the .223 Remington and it has the possibility of using the 5.56x45mm NATO although it is not recommended to put a 5.56 in the .223 as it can misfire and damage the weapon. The AR-15 generally uses 20- or 30-round magazines, but with personal customizations the gun can hold up to 40 or 100 rounds, which makes it very deadly.

The material is lighter compared to other rifles, but quite resistant, and the barrel is relatively long, which allows for greater distance between the target and the shooter.

5. Patrick Crusius - WASR-10

The WASR-10 is a semi-automatic rifle with a 7.62x39mm cartridge. It has a detachable box magazine with a capacity of 30 rounds. It is a direct variation of the AK-47, which is automatic and was built by the Soviets.

The WASR-10 was mass-produced in Romania and exported to the United States. Being a semi-automatic rifle, unlike the AK-47 (which is a war weapon), the WASR-10 gained popularity as a more affordable weapon than an AK-47, but very similar to it. This semi-automatic rifle has the capacity for customizations and changes from the factory original, which generates excitement for gun enthusiasts. It is generally used for training and shooting practice, collection, hunting, self-defense and more.

6. Guilherme Taucci - 38 caliber revolver

I'll tell you a bit about this one before I talk about the gun.

Here in Brazil it is very difficult to obtain firearms, whether a pistol or a semi-automatic rifle. The legislation is very strict, as well as being illegal, and getting a gun legally is complicated. To get one illegally, most of the time you need to talk to corrupt police officers and people linked to the drug trade (who control the arms trade), and these people, although they do carry out attacks, don't carry out mass attacks on schools or anything like that, which increases the difficulty.

The 38 revolver has the .38 Special caliber, which is about 9mm. It is a repeating revolver, meaning that with each shot you have to rotate the cylinder of the revolver, which requires agility and speed, as was the case with Guilherme Taucci. It is light and has a light recoil, which makes it easy to handle. It's a reliable weapon. It has a low-pressure cartridge design. The .38 and revolvers in general can hold 5 to 6 shots

7. Fabiano Kipper Mai - Ninja Sword

The Brazilian-made melee weapon with a stainless steel blade is inspired by the model known as the “Red Guardian Ninja Sword”, produced in the United States.

The weapon chosen by Fabiano to commit the crimes is a model that resembles a ninja sword. According to a relative of the accused, the knife was bought on a large digital retail platform days before the action that caused the death of five people.

8. Dylann Roof - 45mm Glock 41

The Glock 41 is a semi-automatic pistol with a .45mm caliber, which is a high-impact caliber. It comes from a variation of the Glock 21, making it more susceptible to putting more cartridges inside and is a very popular weapon. It is relatively heavy, which can make it difficult to carry. This pistol has a capacity of 13 cartridges, and Dylann put in 17 cartridges.

[subliminalwish]

A Blooming Predicament

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Sylus x Reader Summary: Imagine you're a humble flower shop employee, packing up for the night when an unexpected visitor walks through the door, a shock of white that's impossible to miss in the empty shop amid the rose and lilies. Outside, three men walk past to and fro, searching through windows. Looking for something. Someone. CW: reader is not MC, reader is female, mentions of blood & violence, may or may not be unfinished idk A/N: This is a result of me being left alone in an empty office floor surrounded by remnants of Valentine's Day bouquet samplers. Also, has anyone seen the new trailer?? Is everyone ok??

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You don’t usually get many customers this late.

The flower shop is small, tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore that never seems to have any customers. The warm glow from inside spills onto the quiet street, casting soft light against the pavement. Outside, the city hums with its usual late-evening rhythm – cars passing in the distance, the occasional chatter of pedestrians, the faint trill of a siren somewhere far away.

You’re in the middle of wrapping up for the night, tucking away stray stems and sweeping up loose petals when the door opens sharply. The chime above the entrance rings, too loud in the stillness.

The man who walks in doesn’t fit the usual clientele  –  no hesitant romantic fumbling over the right bouquet, no elderly woman looking for something bright for her windowsill, no hurried office worker grabbing a last-minute gift. Instead, he moves like someone who doesn’t expect to be here, like someone who’s made a mistake and walked into the wrong place.

His presence shifts the air immediately, drawing attention without trying. He’s tall, dressed in dark clothes, his black coat moving with him as he steps further inside. The contrast of his sharp features against the white of his hair makes him easy to notice. Even in a city like Linkon, where people know better than to stare, someone like him is impossible to ignore.

The long black coat he wears is left open, the dark fabric shifting as he moves deeper into the shop. He’s breathing heavier than normal, but it’s controlled, as if he’s forcing himself to slow down. He doesn’t look at you right away. His crimson eyes flick over the shelves of flowers, scanning, assessing. Not like a customer deciding between lilies or orchids, but like someone trained to notice the details of a room the second they enter. Like someone used to being hunted.

That’s when you notice the scent – something distinct beneath the smoky leathery notes and faint sweet spice of cologne.

Gunpowder. Blood.

Your fingers still against the counter.

You watch as your patron lingers around in the shop, pointedly avoiding the windows.

Outside, three men pass by. They walk slow, deliberate. Not aimless pedestrians, not curious window shoppers judging from the gleam of their concealed firearms when the coat of the men swishes open a little too wide.

One of them glances through the glass, his gaze sweeping over the rows of carefully arranged flowers before moving on. They don’t stop. Not yet.

It clicks into place.

The man in front of you is running from them.

Your heart thrums in your chest as you continue to count the seconds this man spends in the shop. If they come in here looking for him, there will be a mess. A violent, bloody mess that will get between the shelves of daisies and hydrangeas and cling to the petals like an unwanted stain.

The shelves and displays do little to conceal his height, offering only the illusion of cover. Despite his careful steps away from the windows, he’s still too visible – the men outside wouldn’t need much more than a passing glance to spot him through the glass.

You don’t have time to think.

He’s moving further inside, head tilted slightly as if listening for something beyond the walls. He doesn’t seem like he intends to stay long, a plan already forming behind those crimson eyes. You don’t let him make that choice.

“Looking for something?” Your voice is even, casual, as if you aren’t staring at someone who just came off a chase. “We have all kinds of arrangements for any occasion.”

He doesn’t answer at first, only casting you a glance. His eyes are sharp, too observant for someone pretending to be a regular customer. But he doesn’t ignore you.

You pick up a bouquet from the counter, shifting slightly to block the window’s view of him. “Here. I recommend this one.”

His expression remains unreadable. He doesn’t look at the bouquet.

You don’t have time for this.

“This smells amazing,” you say, raising it slightly toward him. Then, much quieter, you whisper, “Lean down.”

Just enough to disappear. Just enough to be swallowed by the flowers. Just enough to be unseen.

You take a step forward, biting the bullet.

A flicker of something passes through his gaze – is it curiosity, calculation, hesitation? You don’t have time to care. Up close, his gaze feels heavier. You don’t know what he sees in your expression, but he doesn’t walk away.

You hook a finger into the collar of his shirt and tug, just enough to urge him forward.

For a brief moment, his body resists, the tension beneath the fabric undeniable, but then he moves, obeys. His large frame dips lower, his breath warm as he lowers his face toward the flowers. He doesn’t break eye contact, doesn’t let you out of his sight. His scarlet eyes burn, seem to gaze into you.

You’ll never forget their shade of red for as long as you live.

Your finger brushes against his skin, and you fight for your life ignoring the way its heat makes your pulse stutter, ignore the way it makes something in your chest pull tight.

Outside, the men walk past again and you hold your breath. They walk past once more. And then… they move on.

Neither of you move immediately.

The realization is mutual. The danger is gone, for now. But your finger is still hooked in his collar, and his body is still too close, warm beneath the scent of gunpowder and leather.

His gaze lingers, unreadable, before a slow, amused smirk tugs at his lips.

It’s unfair, the effect it has.

You let go.

He straightens, rolling his shoulders slightly, as if shaking off whatever had just passed between you.

"Thank you," he says. His voice is low, gravelly, edged with something unreadable.

Before you can respond, his hand moves – quick, practiced, slipping something into the breast pocket of your uniform.

A feather. Black as ink, soft as silk.

"If you ever find yourself in need of assistance," he says, "call me."

And then, as quickly as he arrived, he’s gone.

The door swings shut, the chime rings again, and the scent of him lingers long after he disappears into the night.

A/N [18.02.2025]: Um, hello again. I was going over my drafts and noticed that I actually published a much earlier version of this chapter! It's only minor and I've corrected this now - I'm so sorry!

[historyofguns]

Jeremy Tremp's article on The Armory Life reviews the Bradley Leather Cheek Rest for M1A rifles, addressing the challenge of achieving a proper cheekweld when using a scope on these rifles. Designed to remedy the height misalignment caused by adding optics, the Bradley Cheek Rest enhances accuracy by providing an adjustable and comfortable cheek riser. Tremp describes his hands-on experience equipping his M1A rifle with the leather variant of the Bradley Cheek Rest, highlighting its easy installation using Velcro and its robust build that maintains stability even under heat. His setup also included a Sadlak Industries scope mount and a Leupold VXR Patrol optic, which improved his shooting precision and comfort at the range. The review praises the cheek rest's aesthetic compatibility with the M1A and its functional adjustment capabilities, recommending it for shooters aiming to maximize their rifle's performance.

[gloomglimmer]

𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑  𝟎𝟎𝟏  here  is  my  latest  dossier  template!  designed  to  help  you  explore  and  develop  your  character  in  depth!  please,  like  or  reblog  if  you  intend  on  using. 

BASICS

Full  Name:

Known  Alias(es):

Age:

Gender:

Birthday:

Heritage:

Religion:

Sexual  &  Romantic  Orientation:

Status:  (Alive,  deceased,  missing,  verse-dependent,  etc.)

Residencies:  (List  properties,  safe  houses,  or  frequently  visited  locations.)

Highest  Education  Level:

Occupation(s):  (Primary  career,  side  ventures,  or  any  criminal  affiliations.)

PHYSICAL  EXAM

Facial  Features:

Faceclaim:  (Optional  visual  reference)

Voice:  (Describe  tone,  accent,  speaking  style,  and  cadence.)

Voiceclaim:  (Optional  reference  for  speech  patterns  or  voice  tone.)

Eyes:

Hair:

Body  Type:

Distinguishable  Marks:  (Scars,  tattoos,  or  unique  features.)

Weight:

Height:

MENTAL  EVALUATION

Mental  Illnesses  (if  applicable):  (Diagnosed  or  speculated  disorders.)

Psychological  Profile:  (Core  motivations,  fears,  triggers,  etc.)

Positive  Traits:  (List  at  least  four.)

Negative  Traits:  (List  at  least  four.)

Alignment  Type:  (D&D  alignment  or  custom  moral  code.)

Personality  Type  (MBTI):

Phobias:  (If  any.)

Mannerisms:  (Unconscious  habits,  nervous  tics,  or  common  gestures.)

Hobbies  &  Interests:  (Leisure  activities,  intellectual  pursuits,  or  obsessions.)

STRATEGIC  ANALYSIS

Combat  Style:  (Brutal,  strategic,  erratic,  refined?)

Weapon  of  Choice:  (Blades,  firearms,  improvised  weapons,  etc.)

Hand-to-Hand  Combat  Proficiency:  (Strengths  &  weaknesses  in  close  combat.)

Tactical  Strengths:  (Leadership,  adaptability,  patience,  etc.)

Tactical  Weaknesses:  (Blind  spots,  arrogance,  temper,  emotional  ties.)

Signature  Techniques:  (Favored  moves  or  combat  tricks.)

Pain  Tolerance:  (How  well  do  they  withstand  pain  or  injuries?)

Defensive  Skills:  (Escape  artist?  Counter-fighter?  Tank?)

AFFILIATIONS  &  RELATIONSHIPS

Family:  (List  members  and  relationship  status.)

Allies  &  Associates:  (Trusted  confidants  or  powerful  connections.)

Rivalries:  (Ongoing  personal  or  professional  conflicts.)

Enemies:  (Those  actively  working  against  them.)

Romantic  History:  (List  known  or  rumored  relationships.)

Notable  Friends:  (True  friendships  vs.  strategic  alliances.)

HABITS  &  LIFESTYLE

Daily  Routine:  (Structured,  chaotic,  or  ritualistic?)

Diet  &  Nutrition:  (Healthy,  indulgent,  restrictive,  etc.)

Exercise  Habits:  (Type  and  frequency  of  physical  activity.)

Grooming  Habits:  (Meticulous,  rugged,  or  indifferent?)

Substance  Use:  (Drinks?  Smokes?  Drugs?  How  frequently?)

Sleep  Patterns:  (Well-rested  or  chronically  exhausted?)

Personal  Aesthetic:  (Style,  wardrobe,  and  preferred  fashion  choices.)

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[glasvera]

Bittersweet

Adam Warlock x Fem!Reader

Description: Recent attacks on your home town have slowed down business at the cafe you work at, but your day gets a lot more interesting when three of the Guardians of the Galaxy walk through the door.

Warnings: Rocket waving around a firearm, Star-Lord being an insufferable flirt... uh... other than that it's just cutesy shit.

A/N: Listen, I had to get around to the dreaded coffee shop trope at some point. Also, I mainly specify fem!reader because this may become a multi-part fic...? depending on how I'm feeling...? and a lot of the cutesy behaviors were written with a more feminine reader in mind.

EDIT: PART TWO IS OUT NOW!

Word Count: 2.8k

There were many things in your life that you could be thankful for: you had a job, you could afford rent (barely), and it hadn’t rained on your walk to work this morning. Though, that did mean you had to deal with the thunderous and grating sounds of construction during your commute.

Work had slowed down recently, but that wasn’t at all surprising. You were a barista at a fairly popular cafe downtown, and normally there would be a constant stream of customers in and out of the door. Unfortunately, when some idiot supervillain comes around town and decides to cause havoc and destruction up and down Main Street, fewer people feel safe enough to venture out for a cup of coffee. Really, the cafe shouldn’t be open at all. But the owner was a hardass, and rent and groceries don’t pay for themselves.

Still though, at least it was slow right now. Death and destruction sort of kills the mood to make lattes.

With your cheek smushed against your hand, you lean on the counter and drum your nails against the hard surface to the beat of the smooth jazz your boss always played, waiting impatiently for your shift to be over. Thanks to the lack of business, it was just you and one other employee right now, and you really weren’t in the mood to talk about the most recent episode of the current K-drama she’s been watching. Way too high energy for you right now.

Unfortunately, fate has decided to give you the big middle finger this afternoon when a boisterous trio walks through the door. You couldn’t even hear the chime of the door’s bell over the way two of them bickered back and forth. Snapped out of your mind’s pointless wandering, you stand up straight and take a good luck at your new clientele.

One of the ones arguing looked normal enough. Average height, messy dirty blonde hair… though he was definitely not wearing anything from this planet. It looked like some sort of strange space jumpsuit with a blue coat thrown over top of it. He’s looking down and practically shouting at a… bipedal raccoon? You blink your eyes before rubbing them, making sure you were seeing things clearly, but no. That was definitely a bipedal, talking raccoon wearing clothes and carrying a very large gun. Said gun seemed to be the root of their argument as the blonde guy gestures wildly at it.

“You can’t just bring that in here, Rocket! These are normal, human people! You’re gonna scare them!”

“Why should I give a flark? I ain’t leaving myself unarmed if any bad guys show up. You saw how torn up the streets were out there!” the raccoon replies, flinging his paws about even as he holds the gun. Your coworker has long ducked out and disappeared to the back.

You don’t know how to react. You don’t even know where to begin. Quite frankly, you were willing to ignore open carry laws if it meant you didn’t have to be on the receiving end of that. But all of the tension in your body, hell, everything else fades into the background when you see him.

A man, seemingly made of pure gold and with matching gorgeous golden locks, stands behind the other two with his hand on the back of his neck. A mantled red cloak rests on his shoulders, but otherwise it seems he’s completely shirtless, and you can see lines etched into his skin that contour his defined muscles perfectly. Well, perhaps you can ignore multiple rules today. Pupilless, milky white eyes meet yours, and he gives you an apologetic smile.

Perfection doesn’t exist, shouldn’t exist… So how is it standing before you as he approaches the counter?

“Please, forgive them,” he starts, and even his voice is perfectly soothing. “I asked my friend Pe--Star-Lord, if I could try this coffee I had heard so much about, and this was the only place open nearby.”

“O-Oh, it’s… it’s um, well… if I said it was okay, I’d be lying, but--”

His brows knit together with worry. “If we must take our leave, I understand. It seems as though your town has been through enough already. If only we had been able to minimize more of the damage.”

“No, no, it’s fine!” you respond almost frantically. The last thing you want is for this man to leave, even if the same can't be said for his companions. Once you process the rest of what he said though, you tilt your head to the side curiously and point to some of the wreckage being cleaned up outside the cafe window. “Wait… that was you guys?” you ask incredulously.

The other man halts his argument and shoves Rocket’s face down and out of the way, and the raccoon looks about ready to bite that hand off. “The Guardians of the Galaxy, at your service!” he proclaims triumphantly as Rocket exclaims muffled obscenities. “Or, at least, some of us. At least the best looking one is here!” he clarifies with his thumb pointed into his chest. Ah, the egotistical type. Wonderful.

“I’m so lucky,” you reply dryly as you roll your eyes and massage your temples. It does draw a snort from the golden man in front of you though, and that makes you smile slightly as your attention is brought back to him. His very presence is warm like sunshine and almost as blinding. So much so that you don't realize the other guy is walking up to join him at the counter until he's practically shoving his hand toward you to shake.

“Name's Star-Lord, though you can call me whatever you like, sweetheart,” he adds with a wink. You stare down blankly at his hand, unmoving, and you can practically feel the way he tenses up from the awkward silence that ensues. Being flirted with at work was nothing new for you, and you always hoped there was a special place in hell for those who decided to take their chances with the employees forced to receive their advances. “...Or, uh… yeah. Star-Lord is fine,” he backtracks as he withdraws his hand and brushes it on his pants.

“Right. Cool,” you respond nonchalantly, turning your attention down to the register's monitor. “So what can I get you?”

The golden man snickers behind his hand and Rocket grabs Star-Lord by the hem of his coat. “Sorry. We haven't gotten him fixed yet, so he has a hard time keeping it in his pants,” he jokes as he glares pointedly at the man who had handled him so roughly just moments ago. Okay, that gets a chuckle out of you.

“Hey, what-!?”

“Can it, flark-face. We're gonna wait outside while Goldie gets his fix,” the raccoon interrupts as he starts dragging him outside. “Don't take too long, ya hear?”

“The two of you can return to the ship if you do not wish to wait. I intend to take my time,” the man responds calmly, giving you a soft smile. Rocket grumbles something about not blaming them if he gets lost later, but he doesn't seem to protest as they exit the cafe with a chime of the door’s bell.

“I cannot apologize enough for my companions,” he starts, and he is a little confused when you titter at that. “You… seem to have handled them well, though. I admit I am impressed.”

He's impressed? It's such a simple little thing, just a comment in passing, but you feel a rush of warmth in your cheeks.

“It's nothing, really. Once you get past the shock of a talking raccoon, at least,” you joke.

“I wouldn't recommend calling him that to his face,” he warns with a wry smile.

“Noted,” you reply with a toothy grin of your own that he quickly mirrors. Gorgeous, and good at both conversation and easing the tension? You were done for. But, you still have a job to do, and he was here for a reason.

“So… never tried coffee, then?” you ask as you turn to idly check the different bean blends you had on hand.

“No,” he responds almost sheepishly. You giggle softly.

“It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not everyone's cup of tea.”

“But… but I thought it would be a cup of coffee,” he says, his voice sounding rather confused and a little worried. Oh. He's adorable.

“Oh! It's just… it's a phrase. Saying it's not everyone's cup of tea just means it's not to everyone's taste,” you explain as you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

He looks positively befuddled, bringing a hand to his forehead and brushing back his hair. “It is so much simpler to say it that way…” he muses quietly to himself. You still pick up on it and chuckle.

“Well, regardless, don't be surprised if you don't like it,” you continue as you grind a scoop of beans from your lightest roast. “A lot of people say it smells better than it tastes.”

It was slow enough, and he seemed quite interested in your explanation sans the confusing turn of phrase. You could take your time. Hell, you were ready to give him the cup for free as payback to your boss for the stupid smooth jazz playlist you'd practically memorized from the amount of times it looped. Your customer waited patiently, taking in every detail as his eyes followed your movements.

“Do you enjoy it?” he asks, breaking the temporary silence. When you turn towards him and blink curiously, he clarifies, “Coffee, I mean.”

The slow, steady drip of freshly brewing coffee begins, and you return your attention to him. “I do, yeah. Definitely an acquired taste, but nothing a little bit of cream and sugar can't fix.” You lean your elbows on the counter and tilt your head to the side. “A lot of people drink it for the caffeine more than anything.”

He blinks those white gold eyes at you, but nods in understanding after a moment. “Yes… caffeine I am familiar with. Some of the Guardians have taken a liking to energy drinks…” His voice trails off, as does his gaze, and you quirk a brow. He looks as though he’s seen terrible things and is suffering PTSD flashbacks right before your eyes… maybe you should move on from that.

“Well,” you start, bringing him back to reality as his head snaps towards you. You grab a cup, slide on its cardboard sleeve, and begin pouring the contents of the freshly brewed pot into it. Sliding it towards him, you watch him cradle it in his hands, seemingly intrigued by its warmth. “Ready to try it? Be careful though; it’s hot.”

“That should be no trouble,” he responds before bringing the cup to his lips. Your eyes widen with concern for a moment, but he clearly speaks truth as he takes a long sip without so much as a flinch. At least, he doesn’t flinch from the temperature of it. The flavor, on the other hand…

“It is…”

He tries so desperately to force a smile. His eyes narrow a bit, and the corners of his lips tug their way towards his cheeks, but it’s tight-lipped, and his nose crinkles in displeasure. You roll your lips between your teeth and try to subdue the laughter bubbling in your throat.

“Don’t force yourself. Here,” you say, holding your hand out to take his cup back. He does so instantly, dropping the facade and immediately regarding it with visible disgust. He looks akin to a cat that is about to smack something that has displeased them. Now you can’t help the chuckle from slipping out. “It can taste better, I promise.”

“I do not believe you,” he states plainly, but pauses when your fingertips brush against each other in the passing of the cup. It’s incidental, fleeting, but he seems to stare down at where your skin touched him, studying it. He blinks twice and meets your gaze. “...Though, I suppose I should relent to the resident expert on this vile beverage.”

“Vile?” you snort as you procure a spoon, cane sugar, and a small pitcher of half and half. “I suppose I can understand though. Even I don’t drink it black--er, without any additives,” you tell him, catching yourself before you confuse him with some other English terminology he clearly didn’t understand. Based on his reaction, you scoop a few spoonfuls of sugar, stirring it and pouring the half and half until the liquid takes on a lighter, cloudier hue. Blonde, you might call it. You slide it back over to him, and he squints at it. You laugh and, nodding at the cup, urge him to try it again.

“If this is some sort of trick…” he replies warily, taking the hot beverage into his hand for the second time. You give him a cheeky smile in return and rest your head on your wrist, waiting patiently for him to take another sip. When he realizes he’s not getting anything else out of you until he does, he sighs and brings it back to his lips. His trepidation is obvious; the liquid scarcely passes through the seam of his lips at first. But then it hits his tongue and his eyes widen in shock. After taking a proper sip then, he sets the cup back on the counter, staring at it as though it were the product of some sort of witchcraft.

“It is still bitter, and yet…” his words trail off as he stares at it before his eyes flicker to yours, full of wonder. “There is a complexity to it. Sweetness to combat the bitter. Cream to compliment the acidity…”

“Hmm, never seen someone turn into a coffee sommelier over the simple addition of cream and sugar,” you tease as he picks up the cup and continues drinking it. There is something fascinating about the utter innocence of it; rare is the occasion that one can witness a stranger’s firsts like this, and he brought an almost childlike wonder to the simple act of drinking coffee. It’s terribly adorable.

He sees the smile on your face and the tenderness in your expression, and he averts his gaze suddenly. The embarrassment doesn’t help his case in the slightest, instead pulling a lilting giggle from your lips.

“I’m glad you like it, really,” you add genuinely. “I would hate for your first impression to be one of just bitter, acrid bean water.”

“My first impression?” he inquires curiously. “I suppose such things matter. Though, truly, my first impression of you was that of a calm, patient, and gentle soul.”

That hadn’t been what you meant at all. You were referring to the cafe itself, not to its humble employee. His words leave your jaw slack and your eyes wide, and you turn away bashfully before covering your face with one hand. “O-oh, that’s--I meant--”

Now it’s his turn to chortle, and it’s a lovely, deep, rumbling sound. “I am aware. Still, I find it pertinent to speak of the truths I see in front of me,” he speaks, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he revels in the flush he feels radiating off of your very being. “Especially when they draw such wonderful expressions forth.”

He was teasing you. Here you were, moments ago, marveling at how naive he seemed to be. Now you truly felt the fool.

A golden hand places a few bills and coins onto the counter. “I look forward to the next time I visit this establishment. You can introduce me to even more of the seemingly vast world of coffee.”

You’re dumbfounded. Next time? And he wanted to see you? He’s moving to take his leave, giving you the softest yet somehow most knowing of smiles, and you feel yourself panic.

“Wait!” you call out suddenly.

He does. Though, there is a somewhat perplexed look about him at your sudden outburst.

“I… I didn’t catch your name. If you’re going to be a regular here, well… I like knowing my regulars’ names.”

That was a load of bullshit and you knew it, but that doesn’t mean he has to. You’d be damned if you didn’t know the name of the perfect, Midas touched man that would be haunting your dreams for weeks to come. At least he regards you with a solemn understanding, giving you a soft “ah” as though it made perfect sense to him.

“I am Adam Warlock. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N,” he responds before, with an effortless flourish of his red cape, he finally exits the door with the gentle chime of its bell.

His voice… your name upon his lips sounded like heaven. Wait, how did he--!?

Oh. Right. Name tag, duh. 

Still though, you knew every shift from here on out would be painstakingly torturous as you waited for that beautiful golden man to walk back through the cafe’s door.