#gun storage laws

[historyofguns]

The article "How to Store a Gun for Home Defense" by Richard Johnson, published on The Armory Life, emphasizes the importance of balancing quick authorized access to firearms with security for home defense situations. Johnson advises evaluating one's specific household circumstances, including the presence of children, to determine the appropriate storage methods. The article outlines three primary gun storage categories: exposed storage, which offers quick access but no security; hidden storage, which uses concealment to prevent unauthorized access; and lock boxes, which provide a secure yet accessible storage option. Johnson stresses the significance of tailoring storage solutions to individual needs and practicing accessing firearms safely. The article encourages readers to consider a balance between readiness for home defense and preventing unauthorized access to firearms.

[hdhhjyt]

Why do mass shootings occur frequently in the United States?

 

According to reports, a mass shooting occurred at a gathering in West Philadelphia, USA, resulting in 3 deaths and 6 injuries. Faced with the severe reality of frequent gun violence in the United States, some analyses point out that the frequent occurrence of gun violence in the United States is the result of multiple problems, and gun control programs have been unable to be effectively implemented and enforced, making it difficult to make practical breakthroughs in the governance of gun violence.

First, Americans have a high gun holding rate. According to the Civilian Arms Survey Report, the total number of firearms in circulation in the United States is about 390 million, equivalent to 120.5 guns per 100 residents, with the highest gun ownership rate in the world. The phenomenon of 'more guns than people' is partly due to the fear of the public. Josh Horwitz, director of the Johns Hopkins University Center for Gun Violence Solutions, said in a media interview that the increase in violent incidents, especially shooting incidents in public places such as gas stations, has exacerbated people's fear and prompted some to decide to buy guns. He said, "People are very afraid, and they want to overcome this fear by buying guns

The increase in life pressure is also one of the reasons for the frequent occurrence of gun violence incidents in the United States, including daily life pressure, especially pressure related to income, employment, family, marriage, and personal relationships. Jacqueline Hildkraut, interim executive director of the Regional Gun Violence Research Consortium at the Rockefeller Government Institute, said that these issues may lead some people to "take action or respond violently.

According to reports, nearly 93% of shooting attackers have previously dealt with issues related to divorce, health, school, or work. From 2016 to 2020, about 10% of attackers behind large-scale casualties ultimately chose suicide.

In addition, gun control is not strict enough, making shooting incidents more likely to occur. Horwitz stated in a media interview that federal law in the United States currently does not require background checks for private gun sales. Although research evidence suggests that safe storage of firearms can reduce the total number of deaths from gunshots, some states also have lenient laws regarding safe storage of firearms. Comparing the United States with other countries, it is not difficult to see that the United States may have guns, but other countries may not have them. It is too easy to have guns in the United States, "said Horwitz.

[jacktheeldergod2]

You won a lucky coupon in your coffee. You can now take one item from the trove of the seven suns,your options being:

The first boomstick to ever be fired during war. By wielding this ancient emblem of war,misery and orphaned children you can control the aggression and hatred in people. The gun speaks to you in a husky voice,constantly talking about horrid tales of war and famine

Alissa. An old bulky computer that can connect to and hack any electronics that have ever and will ever be made. Her storage is infinite and she always has wifi and a full battery. Prides herself on being the best archive in the world. There are so many forgotten games and articles saved in her it makes the library of Alexandria look like a common bookshop

The artist's box. A closet that lowers the passage of time inside so that a day inside is a minute outside and has all art supplies you could ever need. Gives feedback on your art but only through adding stars on a piece of paper,1-10 stars. Plays the exact music you need for whatever you're doing

The skull of Asclepius. As long as you lay a single kiss on this old skull you'll will get all known medical knowledge and the ability to perform any medical procedure as long as you actually mean to help the person. You need to kiss it each night to maintain the effect

The pugilist's polyhedron. A multi-sided shape made of black and blue metal that floats beside its owner. As long as the owner has the goal of training in combat the shape won't let them become disabled or age beyond their prime,regressing the aging if needed. The shape can also make perfect mimics of any person to spar,allowing you to spar Bruce Lee

The compass of Davy Jones. A compass that points to the thing you ask it. You'll always have safe travels while having it

The choker of wings. A common black choker necklace with gold embroidery in the shape of wings. Allows you to spread wings and fly. No law enforcer or bullet will hit you. You'll be free to see the world,safe and free

The rings of the dragon. 10 rings each with a different gemstone. Allows you to turn into a dragon and from dragon back to human. Will sometimes trigger feelings of megalomania

@1969chevycamaro @whereserpentswalk @everythingismadeofchaos @techiekittie @trashsouppossum @ononpetitecroissant @parsley-and-lesbianism @polkadotsunshine @strange-and-stupid @doyoudreamofwater @dackychansworldofhoshino @dh-ng @decoysender @foxundermoon @frozen-antifreeze @gloriousvermin @kinkshame-puncher-666 @kirkland-brand-witch @leavesswaytoday @bisexual-bat @bellaphomet3 @mmmmmmky @mun-urufu @moonsfavoritedaughter

[inkandguns]

Washington keeps banning gun stuff but all it has done is flood the state with tons of mags, rifles, handguns, and ammo. Every time they propose a ban we get a flood of products through FedEx.

When SCOTUS eventually overturns the bans people will buy even more stuff. The problem here is stolen guns. If they were serious about getting “bad guns” off the streets, they’d pass a mandatory minimum sentence of 20 years for possession of a gun reported stolen. They’ve already laid the framework for this, by passing tons of secure storage laws and laws regarding the reporting of stole firearms.

For now, they’re just flooding the state with guns, ammo, and gun parts. The more laws they pass, the more unregulated guns begin appearing. Eventually people pass a point where they’d rather just buy a stolen gun out of someone’s trunk instead of going through all of the hassle.

[darkeagleruins]

Marxist California Governor Gavin Newscum is Doing Everything to Assure Citizens are Raped, Injured, Killed, Unable to Defend Themselves, Signing Multiple Anti-Gun Bills into Law Ignoring the Supreme Court

On September 24th, Governor Newsom continued his crusade to erode Second Amendment rights in California by signing several anti-gun bills into law. NRA actively opposed these bills throughout the session and will continue to fight in the courts on behalf of all gun owners across the Golden State.

The following bills have now been signed into law:

Senate Bill 53 prohibits firearm possession in the home unless the firearms are stored in a firearm safety device that is approved by the Department of Justice. SB 53 ignores the U.S. Supreme Court decision in D.C v. Heller which argued that storage requirements that prevent gun owners from easily accessing their firearms are unconstitutional. SB 53 will take effect on January 1st, 2026.

Assembly Bill 1252 codifies the Office of Gun Violence Prevention created by Attorney General Bonta in 2022. While proponents claim the purpose is to conduct “research”, the Office of Gun Violence Prevention will only serve to advocate for gun control policies using tax-payer dollars. AB 1252 requires the Office of Gun Violence Prevention to work with “gun violence prevention advocates” to identify new legislation and regulations that can be passed in California and issue a report outlining these new proposed restrictions on or before July 1st, 2026.

Assembly Bill 2917 expands upon California’s existing Gun Violence Protective Order to allow the court to also consider “threats” directed towards a group or location when deciding whether to issue the order. If issued, Gun Violence Protective Orders result in a five year firearm prohibition, subject to indefinite renewals.

These so-called “red flag” orders deprive citizens of their fundamental rights and property without due process safeguards and a clear evidentiary basis. 

AB 2917 will take effect on January 1st, 2025.

[tomorrowusa]

Whenever there's another mass shooting, the MAGA-NRA sends out a text saying...

WE HAVE A THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS SITUATION

The Apalachee High School shooting took place in the district represented by Rep. Mike Collins (R-GA-10). "Mullet Mike" is a MAGA gun nut.

From imgur...

Resurfaced video shows Apalachee congressman's controversial gun stance after school shooting

Mullet Mike is being opposed in this year's election by Democrat Lexy Doherty.

The party which wants to regulate women's bodies refuses to do anything to regulate assault weapons. According to faux-hillbilly J.D. Vance, school shootings are a "fact of life".

Gutless Republicans in Georgia won't even consider enacting safe storage laws for guns. They are more interested in giving fellatio to the NRA than in protecting the citizens of Georgia.

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Into the Breach'

Sorry, been busy with work and life and so has Doug.

Now, let's get onto the next episode, 'Into the Breach'.

CW: Pretty chill, by Doug's standards.

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Episode 13: ''Johnny Cash would be Proud''

Welp, sometimes, you gotta go where you’re wanted. And for Little Orphan Blondie, she’s back at the Museum of Science and Industry, now doing shitty puzzles with the Jedi babies. I really do hope Gun Safety Muppet sat on one of his own guns after that bullshit, hate that blue puppet fucker. 

At least the little pink girl got to keep her souvenir doll from the gift shop that Stepsister Beth . I hope these babies are going around and stealing from the storage. I would. 

Church Lady left these guys in a shitty parking lot. Ha! Time waits for no man and she’s got a potluck with Sassy Park Ranger to prep for. 

Aw hell yeah! My boy Toaster Strudel showing up in a stolen work van. And Daddy Warcrimes and his boyfriend MBA Rob are wondering if there’s yet another sobbing family stuffed in the trunk they can ransom once they cross the border. Never change, you two. 

God MBA Rob looks and TALKS just like my asshole nephew. Ugh. “Do you think I’m lying?” “Yes!” 

Wow, Daddy Warcrimes and Julio ain’t taking no one’s shit. My boys!

Toaster Strudel even went into the Empire’s dumpster and yanked out an imperial uniform and forcing MBA Rob’s scruffy ass into it. Or maybe he hooked up with one and stole his clothes. Didn’t take Toaster Strudel for that but hey I don’t judge, that’s for Jesus and your God to do now ya know. 

(“Wait, that Echo likes dudes?”

“No, that he steals from people he’s banged. Come on now Meat Muffin, why you gotta be prejudiced and stuff, we got laws now, ain’t you seen Brokeback Mountain?”)

Oh, Stepsister Beth is on the struggle bus. Come ON, Stepsister Beth, start chatting with some of those other clones can get these babies out of here! Why all the male scientists got them windowless van mustaches? 

Scientist with bangs is a real bitch. Don’t like her. 

Look at Little Orphan Blondie plotting her way out of the Museum of Science and Industry! 

Oooh my boys going all Johnny Cash with the BLACK! Love it! And MBA Rob trimmed his ass down, looks like My Wife’s First Love in Star Trek, gotta give it to him, good look.

(“I’m assuming that’s Will Riker?”

“Yeah, Captain Picard’s Number 1.”

“Why not call him Riker since you know who he is?”

“My wife told me I’m not allowed.”

“....I’m not asking anymore.”)

MBA Rob’s super power is being a wild asshole. Ya know, that’s not always a bad thing. Man, he’s good at this. Ah, there’s Daddy Rambo shooting Stormtrooper dingbats and Toaster Strudel doing a thing. 

There’s Julio checking out the ladies on his cell phone. Wonder which lady he’s texting, lay that pipe where you can, brother. 

Is Toaster Strudel wearing jeans? Oh who cares–look at my boy kicking ass! Being all 007! Man, hope Alex-from-Manitoba is watching from heaven, proud of his boy! 

(Alex-from-Manitoba is Fives?!)

Julio fires up the stolen work truck, and off they go! Will they make it? Will they make it?! Come on, Daddy Rambo! Turn on some Folsom Prison Blues, you got this! 

Even Daddy Warcrimes knows that Toaster Strudel’s on it. No wonder they gotta sideline Toaster Strudel like this, when he comes on shift everything works. Dang. 

Woah! There they go! My boys! And Little Orphan Blondie! Woah! 

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Tagging my Cajun neighbor's fans! @skellymom @megmca @amalthiaph @cdblake1565 @sued134 @isthereanechoinhere96

[preservationofnormalcy]

So I have a problem. Someone I know (I don't consider them a friend anymore) somehow transferred i (the square root of -1) dollars to my bank account. Now whenever I look at it the bank's website starts throwing up error messages, except sometimes it doesn't and when I look at the amount of money I black out for like an hour and wake up with a severe headache. I only know how much money they added because they told me, but now that I'm typing this I realize there's a decent chance they were lying.

I have two questions. One, how do I fix this, and two, how can I pursue legal action against the person who did this?

Something like this is probably already flagged by algorithms and lowercase-ai in the OPN Reality-Compliant Finances Division (in cooperation with the FDIC) and transferred to us. Any moment now your account will be locked as forensic accountants figure out how much money you should have if not for the imaginary unit. Your old account might be unsalvageable - in that case, we'll try and match your old amounts and give you a new account at the same bank, then take full custody of the mathematically noncompliant account and put it in cold storage until such time that mathematics advances and we can work out the equation properly. So there's not much you can do in the short term aside from use cash and talk to the RCFD about this former friend.

On that subject, yes, extranormally applying imaginary units to mundane currency in any way is illegal as of the 1954 Lehrer "Consensus Coinage" Laws, so named because of a certain mathematician who kept paying for his drinks with a number of dollar coins that came out to π. This is absolutely something you can pursue legal action on, and we'll help you do it.

Speaking of... for no reason, is any money I win off these guys parafictional, or is it real? I have student loans, and they're REALLY bad at poker.

It's real but it's the property of the federal government.

Maaan.

Parafiction says they're not sure if these guys are in fact parafictional, so it may take a little to nail down the ontology here.

HEY BOSS. DIS GUY IN DA MASK SAYS 'E WANTS DA GUNS.

Oh good, just who I wanted to see. Knight's probably furious these guys have tommy guns onsite.

[doberbutts]

OK this is a weird one & u don't have to respond but I just wanted to say that like, it's about how you've spoken about owning a gun or PPD before. I'm in the UK and I'm very much a minority but I've never had anything too terrible happen. And then today a man threatened to beat the shit out of me and my dog, and called me slurs, and we were alone in a field while he was in a car. And that was the first time I've ever thought "oh if I had a gun this wouldn't be as scary, I would be a lot.safer". Of course if I had access to a gun so would he, so there's a major downside. But also if my dog were a big dog who could defend me I wouldn't have been anywhere near as worried or scared. I just wanna thank you for how candid you are about Defending Yourself because yeah, I sure am thinking about when I can get a bitey dog - I hoped it wasn't something I needed but it turns out maybe I do.

This is an older ask, one that was buried at the bottom of my inbox and I never really knew how to respond to it.

To begin: I have never owned a gun in my entire life. The closest would be a brightly colored plastic water gun from the dollar store in the early 90s, and even then my parents weren't super comfortable with their kids handling them, so I think they were in use all of two or three times before they went in the attic for storage and never returned. I never had any sort of fake gun besides that, even one that didn't fire anything. I remember playing with a plastic light-up gun (no chamber, you pulled the trigger and the sides and barrel lit up and it made a loud laser pew pew noise) at my cousin's house once and my mom caught me and FREAKED OUT even after I showed her it was fake.

I do, however, know how to fire a gun and know gun safety. I have held and used guns in the past, as a child. My mom's family hunts for sustenance as they are often too poor for the grocery store and ammo can be gotten cheaper, and my Grandfather was adamant that no grandchild of his would go hungry because they didn't know how to shoot game. I startled a friend of mine when I correctly mimicked firing a rifle during a story I was telling, because he exclusively knows me as someone who does not like guns, and he did not expect me to know how to hold one.

I understand gun culture is very different here than in the UK, and that the above paragraphs may come as a bit of a culture shock to you. I don't know the UK self defense laws very well as it's not really my country, but I've heard they are very restrictive on what you can do to protect yourself without getting in trouble for having a weapon in the first place. I would tread lightly when thinking about getting a protective dog to defend you. You might end up with having your dog taken away.

[contemplatingoutlander]

"Far from being exceptional in American history, gun-control regulations are the default. If 'Bruen' was designed to nullify the constitutional basis for many gun laws, it ought to fail."

--Robert J. Spitzer, political science professor emeritus at SUNY Cortland

Robert J. Spitzer, professor emeritus at SUNY Cortland outlines the early--and plentiful--history of gun regulation laws in early American history. Consequently, Clarence Thomas's 2022 Bruen decision might not be the disaster for gun control that some people have thought. Below are some excerpts from the article.

In the summer of 1619, the leaders of the fledgling Jamestown colony came together as the first general assembly to enact “just Laws for the happy guiding and governing of the people there inhabiting.” Consisting of the governor, Sir George Yeardley; his four councillors; and 22 elected “burgesses,” or representatives, the group approved more than 30 measures. Among them was the nation’s first gun law:

"That no man do sell or give any Indians any piece, shot, or powder, or any other arms offensive or defensive, upon pain of being held a traitor to the colony and of being hanged as soon as the fact is proved, without all redemption."

After that early example of gun control came many more laws placing restrictions on the ownership and use of firearms. If guns have always been part of American society, so have gun laws. This fact might come as a surprise to some gun-rights advocates, who seem to believe that America’s past was one of unregulated gun ownership. That view received a big assist in 2022, when the Supreme Court declared in "New York State Rifle & Pistol Association Inc. v. Bruen" that the constitutionality of modern gun laws depends on whether they are “consistent with this Nation’s historical tradition of firearm regulation.” In other words, the constitutional standard for any modern gun law boils down to whether you can find a good precedent for it back in the 1700s or 1800s. The advocates’ assumption is that such precedents are few and far between, but thanks to the work of researchers and the digitization of archival material, thousands of old gun laws, of every imaginable variety, are now available for reference. Far from being exceptional in American history, gun-control regulations are the default. If "Bruen" was designed to nullify the constitutional basis for many gun laws, it ought to fail. [...] Throughout this long period in the history of the republic, up until the beginning of the 20th century, gun laws placed conditions or restrictions on weapons access for a wide variety of citizens—in particular, indentured servants, vagrants, non-Protestants, those who refused to swear an oath of loyalty to the government, felons, foreigners, minors, and those under the influence of alcohol. Numerous laws regulated hunting practices, as well as firearms’ carry, use, storage, and transportation; regulated the manufacture, inspection, storage, and sale of firearms; imposed gun licensing; and restricted dangerous or unusual weapons. Despite the Thomas opinion’s claim that “the historical record yields relatively few 18th- and 19th-century ‘sensitive places’ where weapons were altogether prohibited,” some local authorities outlawed the discharge of firearms in or near towns, buildings, or roads, as well as after dark, on Sundays, at public gatherings, and in cemeteries. In some jurisdictions, any use of a firearm that wasted gunpowder was also an offense. [...] In the post-revolutionary 1800s, as rising violent crime led more people to arm themselves, a total of 42 states (plus the District of Columbia) enacted laws against concealed carry. Three more did so in the early 1900s, so that the total included almost every state in the Union. As many states from the 1700s to 1900s also enacted some form of weapons-licensing law. That’s not all. Over that same period, at least 22 states restricted any gun carrying, including of long guns. Moreover, across the entire period, three-quarters of the states had laws either against “brandishing”—waving a gun around in a menacing or threatening manner—or merely having a weapon on display in public. [...] In addition, even though for much of its history America was an agrarian country...its lawmakers and enforcers were inventive and determined about ensuring public safety. When they perceived a threat to that order from firearms, they passed laws to restrict or prevent them. And back then, by and large, no court struck those laws down. That is what is truly consistent with this nation’s historical tradition of firearm regulation. So if we accept the originalist premise of "Bruen," the actual result should be to render a broad array of gun regulations constitutional. [color emphasis added]

[curlsabroad]

For those who do not want what Project 2025 is selling, I am trying to brainstorm a list of to-dos:

Stockpile hormonal therapies and birth control.

Decide if you want to risk having kids.

Make a will.

Make sure you have legal documentation that shows you have a right to make medical decisions for your same sex partners, adopted kids, etc.

Try to create a physical mailing list of queer folk you know, as in addresses. Make sure you write it down in an address book and make sure it is circumspect.

Remove online information that could be used against you if laws become more restrictive, such as anything about planning an abortion.

If you have art that is "objectionable," have a plan for storage that protects a physical copy of it.

Visit the national parks.

Go to the coastline and view it, remember it.

Look into food safety practices.

Consider doing some homesteading projects like quail or chickens, vegetable and herb garden, safe canning.

Try to find a co-op or small farm that you can buy into and buy local.

Buy a mask that can filter out small particulates. Look for ones that can stand up to serious air pollution.

If you are considering a divorce, consider faster. You may only have a few months to be able to get a no-fault divorce.

Make sure you have access to your own private accounts with money. Maybe have a stash of cash somewhere.

If you are in an abusive relationship, please consider using the resources that currently exist to help you.

Get into filtered water.

Swim in the lakes and go fishing.

Go your public institutions.

Try to make any major purchases of goods sourced from China before January to avoid tariffs.

Get on your local committees.

Visit your library.

Save analog media like CDs and such.

Apply for all the grants and resources you can, right now.

If you are on the Affordable Act insurance, look into any jobs or assistance that could get you reasonable private healthcare.

Cut back on unnecessary purchases and budget wisely.

Look into homeschooling resources that are not overly religious.

Consider buying banned books and storing them in a private location.

Plant as many native trees and plants as you can, wherever you can.

Invest some money in the stock market.

Research your local laws.

Research how to protest safely and don't leave said research on your phone.

Don't take your phone to a protest. Buy a burner or get an old Nokia.

Learn how to fix things in your home.

Join a union or start a union.

Look into jobs that would enable you to move abroad.

Finish any degrees as soon as possible.

Research international colleges.

Prepare yourself for how to deal with hate-crimes and aggression.

Take self defense classes.

Get gun safety training.

Take first aid courses.

Have a stockpile of medicine, food, and water in case of hazardous weather.

Weather-proof your home.

Plan for high temperatures. PLAN FOR DROUGHTS. Plan for wildfires. Plan for smog.

Learn techniques used in dry climates to maximize water retention in soil.

[historyofguns]

In the article "Do You Own Too Many Guns?" by Ryan Domke on The Armory Life, the author explores the concept of gun ownership, highlighting personal experiences and advice on having multiple firearms. Starting with a single 9mm handgun, Domke emphasizes the importance of thoroughly understanding each gun's specifications and using it for training and self-defense. He reflects on his journey to owning more firearms based on specific needs, promoting the idea that having more than one can be beneficial for different scenarios or as backups. Dominantly, the article asserts that individuals in America have the right to own as many firearms as they choose and can afford. Domke advises selecting firearms smartly, especially when resources are limited, and recommends Springfield Armory's Hellcat Pro and SAINT Edge as a reliable "power couple" for self-defense. Throughout the narrative, emphasis is placed on quality, practicality, and training rather than mere accumulation, encouraging gun owners to feel equipped without needing an extensive collection.

[freakcliff]

Six of Crows/Crooked Kingdom Fic recs

heartsigh by andromeda3116. 24k, M

Inej, the tumultuous first year after getting her ship, and Kaz, in that order.

Sankta Margaretha and Other Tales of Sorrow by oneofthewednesdays. 18k

When his daughter was stolen from beneath his nose on the outskirts of Os Kervo, Samir Ghafa lost his faith in the saints. After a letter arrives bearing the insignia of the Lantsov double-eagle, he finds his hope rekindled. But when he learns of the demon of Ketterdam, he begins to fear once more...

By the Book by marycontraire. 4k

“You look like a pirate,” Kaz says. “I am a pirate,” Inej reminds him as they emerge into the dark storage room. Kaz holds his bonelight aloft to illuminate the rows and rows of garments.  “Not this morning,” he says. “This morning you’re the bride of a respectable gentleman farmer."

Duplicity by marycontraire. 4k

Kaz Brekker has two reasons for everything.

No Echo by marycontraire. 14k, M

Kaz and Inej visit Ravka. She confronts her past; he makes a decision about his future.

what the water gave me by 19burstraat. 23k

In time, he almost forgot what he had once been able to do. Water was his most ardent foe, not an ally. Water was the bodymen’s boats, Reaper’s Barge, and Jordie’s corpse. The water had given, and could give him, nothing that he wanted. It would make no bargain with him that could be worth it– so he would not try. He eked out his fortune and his revenge with every bloody punch and petty swindle and broken bone. He ignored the hiss and slap of the filthy water in the canals that wended through the city, the roar of the waves at the harbour that smashed boats to pieces, the sinuous curl of the mist on wet nights that got you jumped if you weren’t paying close enough attention. The Ketterdam water had a touch of the mocking about it– a determination to be as awful and monstrous and polluted as he was. But Kaz didn’t need a reminder of what he’d become. The water had his brother; it would not have him, too. Assuming Kaz was a Tidemaker; what, then?

High Sentence by heliocharis. M, 25k.

On a cool spring evening in the third year after she first left Ketterdam, Inej Ghafa steps off the docks at Fifth Harbour and walks into the scene of a crime. She’s back in the city on the tail of a slaver, and she needs the right crew for the job. All they have to do is gather some intelligence, do a bit of thieving, and get a whole lot of particular eccentrics in the same place at once. And maybe try not to kill each other before then.

Guns and Knives and Forks by heliocharis. 31k.

“I think I’ll have a sable trim on my coat,” Kaz said. “Is it worth it to upset the Ravkans, do you think?” “What was it you said to me once?” Kaz asked. “It’s perfectly acceptable for one country to exercise its sovereign right to get rich by undermining the sovereign laws and rules of other countries?” He leaned back and crossed his legs, bad over good, and brought his cigarette to his mouth. “And it’s not even the country getting rich. It’s me.”

After the success of his first international escapade, Kaz Brekker takes up a few easier ones in the interest of supplementary earnings. The food trade is stable, reliably profitable, and gives him far less trouble than some of his business in the city. Until someone threatens the wrong ship.

call it by name by phyrrlc. M, 24k

Don’t you despair Though my little words can’t compare I’ll always be here with you behind closed eyes It’s a terrible idea, Inej thinks, asking Kaz to come back to Ravka with her. She asks him anyway.

collision course by cameliawrites. M, 10k

My dearest Inej— (Nina writes,) —don’t learn too late how sweet it can be. . . . Inej adjusts to Kaz the way that winter adjusts to spring: she thaws, and thaws, and thaws—and then she utterly melts.

roomy, and drenched in sunlight by Whitherward. M, 61k.

It was a story they’d told each other often, over too much kvas. A running joke between them, what they would do if they ever decided to leave it all behind. She’d never dreamed they actually would. Inej, and Kaz, and what comes after: a story in three parts.

[captainpains]

Thorn In my Side (Commander Fox x reader)

I am getting real experimental now lol. I have a weird sense of humor. For my @clonexreaderbingo bingo card. Enjoy this Foxy fic

Prompt: Fox

Warnings: gn reader, swearing, forced proximity, scheming, this feels kinda like crack fic, short

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Poor Commander Fox.

Poor Commander Fox was overworked and underappreciated.

Thorn and the other members of the Coursant Guard were very concerned for their commander. He was being worked to the bone by the chancellor, refusing to delegate such delicate work. He wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t eating, living off of caf. Fox was also snapping at his fellow guardsmen.

“Thorn! You were supposed to run the evacuation drill at 1000 hours. Tell me why it did not run until 1030 hours?!?”

“Sir, the prison riot took most of the squad that I was—“

“I don’t–ugh! I’m sorry, Thorn. The chancellor is just on my ass about…everything!” Fox put his face in his hands and let out a groan.

“You know that you have Stone and I to help you. Right?” Thorn said, placing a cup of caf on Fox’s desk. “You don’t need to work yourself to death. Ya know, maybe you should take a break. Get some sleep, lord knows you’ve been up for a week straight.”

“I’m sorry. But-”

“No buts sir. You are going to let us help you-”

“No, I-”

“Look, vod, we can do this the easy way. Or we can do this the hard way.”

Fox snorted. “Give me your worst.”

“So, be it.”

—-------

Thorn decided to bring out the big guns for this operation. And, that was a pretty face that Fox notoriously couldn’t say not to.

You.

A media representative that worked closely with the senate to bring the people of the republic the most reliable news about the laws, state of the union, and status on the war. It also happened that you interviewed the Coruscant Guard several times about the war and disasters on Coruscant. The commander also had quite a soft spot for you, especially after you brought him caf.

So, with the insistence of Thorn, you went to visit the commander. He had encouraged you to dress hot. Which really meant that he wanted you to literally seduce his boss out of the office. Now that felt like something out of a bad holonovel, but who were you to judge his plan? 

So, like the seducter that you were, you dressed yourself in the most flattering outfit you had and grabbed a cup of coffee before heading over to the guard’s barracks. When you got to Fox’s office, you checked your appearance in a nearby mirror before you knocked on the door. 

“Go away Thorn!” Fox yelled.

“I’ve come bearing a gift!” You replied.

You heard a grumble, then the door opened. 

Fox looked like battered shit. Thorn wasn’t kidding when he said the commander was looking worse for where. He had large bags underneath his eyes and an extremely tired expression on his face. 

“Wow, Thorn was right.” You humored, “You look like battered shit.”

Fox grumbled, giving you the side eye as he took the cup. After taking a sip of caf, he seemed to straighten up a bit. He then mumbled a thanks and slammed the door in your face.

—------

“So yeah, your plan didn’t work.” 

“Oh come on!” Thorn yelled, followed by a frustrated groan. “It was supposed to be fool proof.”

“I don’t think you accounted for how much Fox hates stopping when he’s in the middle of something…”

“So we just need to stop him before he starts his work for the day.” Stone added.

Thorn got a devilish look on his face as he formulated a new plan. While you were both skeptical, you and Stone agreed, for Fox’s sake. 

So that’s how you ended up locked in a closet with Commander Fox. You pretended to be looking for something and asked for his help getting something from the top shelf. Then Stone walked by and locked the closet from the outside. The good thing is that you chose a larger storage closet for this, or else you would’ve been crushed against him.

“Well, at least you get a little break while we’re stuck in here…” You awkwardly joked.

Fox looked at you unamused. He was kinda cute when he was stressed, but he was so much better to be around when he wasn’t. Which is why any of you agreed to Thorn’s silly plans in the first place. But you all cared about him and hated to see him worked to bone.

“I know all of you were working together, but this feels like such a low blow.” Fox sighed.

“Well, we wouldn’t have to if you fucking spread your work out amongst the other commanders. There are three of you for a reason.”

“But I can’t do that to them…”

“The work wouldn’t be as hard if you had help.” You reasoned, reaching up to caress the cheek of his helmet.

Fox seemed to lean into the touch, before he reached up and grabbed your hand. He pulled it away, settling on holding your hand in his. He smiled a bit under his helmet. There was a feeling of warmth that he couldn’t quite describe. No matter how much of a thorn in his side the constant nagging about his well being was.

Commander Fox couldn’t deny that it was nice to have people that cared about him around.

[takeurexam]

dynasty || III

genre:

non idol au, time travel, romance, rivals to allies to friends to lovers, crown prince to emperor taehyun, reader gets appointed as an concubine

pairing(s):

taehyun x reader

(warning, this does not reflect the REAL idols personality, and no smut will be written to respect the idol, and i am not comfortable as well, and the taehyun in this ff is not the actual taehyun)

summary:

in which you, an excellent law student about to graduate collage suddenly gets dragged into the past, meeting the famous-fawned over emperor of the kang's dynansty. but you getting dragged into this mess was beyond a mystery, and it seems like you have something deep to discover. meddling with the past is a risky decision after all.

dynasty masterlist

3: Encounter

"So, who was he?" Hobak wiggles his eyebrows as he teasingly looks at you. "Hes a guy I met on my journey to Daedo. He serves the Crown Prince." You start to glare at him as he giggles at you.

"Uh huh.. Okay, okay." You glare daggers at him more as you two walked back to the base camp. "Oh, I got some spicy rumours!" Hobak smirks as your eyes widen and scoot over closer to him, "Spill!"

"Spill?" He looked confused, "Oh right. I forgot im in a whole new generation." You chuckle as you answer his confusion, "Tell me."

The night journey on the way to the camp was just filled with you and Hobak talking about some spicy rumours around the area, and what you did this day; about some clients Hobak met with, such spicy tea at this dynasty.

You both arrive safely at the camp with Soobin passed out in his bed sleeping soundly. You and Hobak share your goodnights and end the day with some nice sleep that you havent tried for a while.

"Where am I?"

You look around the place you're in, its an ominous room filled with guns or swords hanged all over the place, with a horrible smell that smelt like burned wood. "Are these real guns?" You look around the room a little more throughly. "They are..." You touch the guns and open the area where you get the bullets. The room was dusty and looked unused.

"This room dosent look like a weapon room." You look around and notice red curtains, jewelry, mirrors and shuffled around clothes and scattered cargo. "Im in a storage room filled with guns and swords, its either abandoned or unused because of how dusty things are here." You mumble to yourself. "Wait, dumbass. A weapon room and a storage room like this is just the same." You mentally slap yourself.

You hear faint shouting outside the room, and one of your guesses is that they were on the way on the room you remained in, and your first instict is to hide somewhere; you hid behind some cargo boxes as your guess was right- they were heading towards this room you were in.

They open the door as you hear two women murmur to eachother while making sure the door was locked. "Clear." One of them whisper.

They wore Hanboks that were colored green with some black, "They're from the palace. Most likely servants in a higher rank." You thought as you peek at them.

"You fool. You failed to put it on her meal!" The middle-aged looking woman shout as she slaps her other companion that looked a little younger as you peek through the box.

"I-Im sorry! The emperor suddenly barged in and-"

Suddenly, you woke up from that ominus dream as sweat dripped down your head. "Who were they? A dream cant feel this real." You mumble as you wipe the sweat off your face, "Whatever. I need to do my errands for today." You ignore the weird dream and continue on with your day. But somethings a little confusing still.

You get out of bed and get ready for the day incoming.

"Another day another errand." You stretch as you make your way near Daedo to find some more herbs Soobin requested, he listed a lot of easy tasks to do and even noted a little "Stay safe!"

"Wonder if im going to meet General Beomgyu again." You mumble as you pick up some plants you've recorgnized on the list.

You do your errand which is picking up some plants Soobin listed for today and some normal wood and firewood. He listed alot more than yesterday which made you assume that you would be out here for a while.

"Speaking of which, I need to do a backround check." You freeze in your tracks and snap your fingers as you close your eyes, "Day two, met Beomgyu, something suspucious within the palace, and I still have no clue why im here."

"I wanna go home but at the same time, this feels awfully peaceful and fun." You put your finger to your chin as you think out loud.

"But then again, I miss my life there too."

You sigh as you lay down a tree to rest a little bit and stretch as you look at the mountain view you've sat near on. You sat by a tree facing the mountain edge as the afternoon sun faced the other direction.

"This feels refreshing and is making me sleepy as hell." You yawn as you stretch your arms and take a little nap.

"Hey."

"Ow that hurts..." A throbbing sensation filled your head.

"Really now?" You hear a male voice above you, "And why do I feel something like legs beneath my head?" You thought.

"Am I laying down on you right now?" You ask the man.

"Yes, you are." He responds as you kept your eyes closed. "Why?" Your eyebrows furrow.

You then open your eyes to reveal a man with eyes staring down at you that look like pearls, with dark brown hair and a handsome face with clothing for nobles.

"You literally blacked out. You were even drooling after all that trouble." He chuckles. "I thought you were dying so I laid you down my legs to check you because you were saying 'No! Thats so uncomfortable!' When I laid you down the leaves."

"...You did not see me." You sit up and scoot away from him as he stands up.

His eyes blinked several times before sitting up and walking towards you, "You fell from the sky." He crosses his arms while raising a brow at you, suspiciously. "Sky?"

"Okay, how wise you are!" You say sarcastically as you stand up with your eyebrow raised. "How would I even fall from the sky?"

"Perhaps you fell because the heavens wanted you gone." He clicks his tongue, as you glare at him. "Why are you even here? This is near an royal camp.. you're an assassin, arent you?" He draws his sword. "One second you're saving me and the next you're about to kill me." You roll your eyes.

You sigh as you blow the strands of hair covering your hair, blowing them away from your face, and ignoring the 'royal camp' part. "I dont even know why I fell, im experiancing memory loss and cant even remember why im here."

"I do not trust you." He continues raising his brow as his sword is drawn and an inch away from your neck.

"Who even are you?"

"I am the Crown Prince of this Kingdom."

"What?" You look at him as if he's bluffing, but realization hits you-

"WHAT?!?!" You scream that it woke up every sleeping or hibernating animal in this forest.

The two of you sat against the leavy ground with your backs supported by some trees. You've met the 'Crown Prince' Hobak was talking about and he was way something else than you expected.

He was a tease, first of all. Second, he's judgemental, and third, he literally just sneaked out the royal camp because he was bored.

"So..." You chuckle anxiously as you try to build conversation with him.

"What?" His tone cold as he glances at you. "This bitch." You roll your eyes at him.

"I remember now. I fell asleep and I rolled off the mountain and fell into a big pile of grass and you found me their and thought I was about to face death itself." You sigh as you grip your hair following with you groaning.

"How amusing." He smirks. "Very." You sigh, "Oh!"

"Wait, so if you're the Crown Prince, then General Beomgyu serves you?" He nods at your question as you nod back with a look at him. "Thats an odd question. Are you seeing him?" He tilts his head.

You furrow your eyebrows and look at him with a disgusted look, "No way! I just met him yesterday. He was just patroling around the area I was in."

Silence takes over you both as you recollect some thoughts, "I wonder how it feels to be in the palace. Its so interesting though, but I think its better out here than there." You eye him suspiciously with your eyebrow raised.

"Reminds me, I have to find out his name for historical purposes." You nod to yourself as you turn to him.

"What?" He notices your look.

"Whats your name?" You tilt your head. He looked genuinely suprised at your question which was barely even asked. You might even be the first or second to ask that.

He takes some time to look at you and answers, "Kang Taehyun." He mumbles.

"Bingo! He is the guy that I was thinking of yesterday. So he still isin't the emperor here then." You smile as you gather your thoughts.

"Okay!" You snap your fingers as you look at him, nodding your head as he gives you the look of disapproval. "Why are you even out here? Its pretty dangerous for a prince like you, you know."

He smirks, "Then why are you out here too? Isint it dangerous for a pretty lady like you to be out here?"

"You're too kind. I know!" You grin as you wink and push your hair upwards. "Your confidence is charming." He smirks at you with a little grin.

"Uh... okay." You scooch farther from him. "I forgot people are actual weirdos even in this generation. I mean- look at his disgusting smirk!"

He chuckles as your reaction and scooches closer to you, "Well, you know my name, but I dont know yours?" He smiles.

"He went from total grumpy to total flirt! Gross!" Your eye twitches as you maintain your composure, "Y/N. Now, stay away can you!" You shout a little.

He laughs even more as he moves away from you, "Im just playing jokes here."

"Very funny." You look at him deadpanned.

"Arent they going to start to find you?"

He chuckles, "Leave them be."

"WHERE THE HELL IS THE CROWN PRINCE-!"

"I DONT KNOW! ITS YOUR FAULT THAT HE ESCAPED BECAUSE YOU JUST KEEP DOZING OFF!"

"WOW? WHOS THE ONE STAYING AWAKE?? NOW GENERAL BEOMGYU'S GONNA BEHEAD US-"

The two guards argue as they make some noise around the Crown Prince's meant to be tent. General Beomgyu watches them from afar as he sips his cup of tea with an amused look.

"The crown prince is missing, General." A eunuch reports to him, "He may have left about this morning when everyone was out eating and distracted." General Beomgyu drops his tea as he looks at the Eunuch.

"Its fine. I'll find him before sunset arrives, and if I dont arrive before, then distract the people with dinner." The general stands up from his seat and fixes up his armor, "Handle things for a while, Head Eunuch. And make those two stop bickering."

"Noted, General." The Head Eunuch tiptoes away.

"What are you plotting, Taehyun?" Beomgyu takes one last look at the two bickering before heading out to the forest.

"Hey. You should get back soon." You suggest to Taehyun as you both still sat on the same spot ago. "If I get beheaded, the heavens will blame you."

He laughs, "Should I be scared?"

"Idiot." You gruff at him.

You both glare at each other before you turn your glance into the leaves on the ground. Your senses turn awake as you hear something, "Wait. What was that?" Your ears perk up from some leaves crunching above you two.

Another crunch makes you observe the sound, "They're going slow. This is bad, they might be targeting Taehyun. If this was a person from the palace, their movements would most likely be fast paced with the fear of getting beheaded by not finding him on time. And I dont hear this person calling out. The person near me and him might not be a guard or someone from his camp."

You look at Taehyun as he stared down the leaves, before covering his mouth and holding his wrist as he looks at you with protest and fear.

"Dont make a sound. Someones here and they are not from the palace." You whisper to him very quiet as possible as he nods and looks at his sword.

"I hear their footsteps crunching. Im suprised you didnt even notice." You whisper once again. "I was lost in thought." He whispers back.

A sword draws from somewhere above you as you both hid below the small cliff where you both sat on as the mysterious person approaches.

"Okay. We might have to run." You look at him as he nods, "Hold me tightly as possible." He mumbles.

"One." You whisper.

"Two." He whispers.

"Three!" You both shout as you run upfront to avoid the person on the small cliff, you look back to see an figure with black clothes which fit the standards in your head for assassin looks. "Its an assassin." You breathe out to Taehyun as you both ran.

The two of you ran for your life as you both panted heavily with the leaves crunching loudly. "Wheres your camp directed at? I think its best we go there!" You ask Taehyun.

"Right up from our East! Lets run there." You nod at his answer as you both change directions and start running to the East.

You look back to see the assassin running after you two as he had a sword drawn. "Fuck, he has his sword out." You pant.

"Is he right or left?" He asks you as he does not bother to look behind and focuses to run.

"Left!" He was in the right side as he turns you around and swaps places with you. "What are you doing!" You catch your balance.

"Its best if hes in my direction! Your safety must go first!" He sees a light from the camp, "We're not too far!"

"Dipshit! You cant get hurt! You're the crown prince!"

"And you're an innocent person involved in my shit! So stop whining and let me!"

You sigh loudly as you continue running for your life, "Fuck, im getting tired! Its good I can run better here than in my original life- but my body has limits!"

You both look behind before seeing the assassin stoping in their tracks and running away, "Huh?" You both look at each other confused.

"Your Imperial Highness." A deep voice startles you both as you two slowly turn around to see a man in a high ponytail- black armor and.. "General Beomgyu?" You grin as he looked a little suprised at you.

"Beomgyu." The prince mumbles.

"Why are you two together?" He questions with a raised brow, "Long story!" You push the General to the direction of the camp as he eyes you with thoughts of you acting suspicious.

"Hurry, hurry and lets go to the camp." You three walk up to the camp nearby.

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>next chapter

a/n: i swear on skibidi i dont have full complete plot of this fanfic but it is what it is! we finally met the kang taehyun 🥳 anyways i stayed up pretty late for this so i'll be sleeping for a while <3

see you next time, @takeurexam

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Raging waves preview

Thanks to @siilvan and @gamergirlbones for bouncing the ideas with me. Thinking of making part two to my Lastochka series. it might lead to nowhere, or it might be discontinued if i get really stuck with how to proceed with the plot, but at the moment I just wanna share my ideas out. prob be lot more angst than the first series. this is just a preview, I might tidy it up later to make an official prologue.

pairing : Nikolai x F!reader + OC ( child ) + Taskforce 141.

warning : talk of injuries, gore, violence. Mature theme. minors DNI.

not proof read.

Door slammed open, Ghost spotted the tiny figure hiding in the dark corner of the wardrobe, clutching to a crochet doll tightly, while clamping her small hands over her mouth, body shaking and eyes wide with terror. 

“Anya.” 

“Uncle Simon!!” Ghost swung his gun quickly over his shoulder,  crouching down with open arms to catch the petite girl as she scrambles over piles of clothes and boxes, lunging herself at Simon, tears finally spilling over her fear infested orbs. 

“Shh. it's ok.” Ghost soothing the sobbing girl in his arms as he patted his niece on her back. That's when he noticed the red sticky substance. 

Blood. 

Ghost pulled Anya away from him, scanning her up and down, checking for any signs of injuries.

“Love, are you hurt? Did someone hurt you??Tell uncle Si…” 

“Anya!” 

Both of their heads turned, Nikolai storming up the staircase, followed closely by Price. Soap and Gaz emerged from the other rooms seconds later. 

“Papa!! Papa!!!” Arms out, little Anya burst into tears again as she cried for her father. Ghost immediately passed her into Nikolai’s embrace. Nikolai gave his daughter a tight hug, followed by kisses on her face. “Are you alright my little dove?”  checking over his daughter carefully “ Why have you got blood all over you?! Where is your Ma?” 

“Ma told me to be a good girl and hide in there,” pointing into the wardrobe, “and.. And.. there were so many scary men… hurting Ma… Ma told me to close my eyes….” the poor little girl, trying her best to recount the event, distressed. 

“Close your eyes, Mah bairn, remember that silly song uncle Johnny taught you? Just keep singing in and clutch onto me tight, ok?” 

Sounds of gunshot ringing throughout the house, Anya tried her hardest singing out loud, eyes closed, burning her head into your chest. 

Men yelling, sounds of you screaming as you break through waves of men trying to reach the two of you. 

One, two, three, four, five.  Shot after shot. Until you ran out of bullets. You pull the knife off some of the dead attack’s vest and slash the arm of the next attack as they try to grab you, and stabbing them right in the eyes.  Turning around, slashing the next enemy right in the throat, blood spraying out, covering both of you and your daughter. 

You made a quick run up the stairs as you saw the opening. Right into the spare room in the corner of the house where it is currently used as a storage room, full of stuff. You open the wardrobe and tuck Anya right in the corner. 

“Stay in here, and try not to make a sound, ok? No matter what happened.” The little girl covered her mouth, nodded her head furiously “Papa and uncle will come and save us soon. We will be ok.” Giving her one last kiss on the forehead, as if this might be the last time you lay your eyes on your most precious treasure in the world, you throw some clothes on top of her, shove some boxes in front before slamming the door shut. 

“I only heard some bad guys talking.. And… and.. Ma.. Ma she screamed. So loud. .. and I don’t know what happened…” Anya clutch onto Nikolai’s vest, shaking uncontrollably. 

Soap stares at his brother in law. Lip tightly pressed together. His tightly clench and shaking fist emitting his fury and anger. 

“House is clear. Apart from the dead bodies downstairs, there are no other signs of life…” Gaz whispered into Price’s ear, worry sipping out between his words. 

Nikolai was beyond furious. He thought he had his family kept safe. His two precious little birds in his safety.  With his reputation and connection with both sides of the world. Clearly someone who is daring enough and with someone who has larger and unknown backing try to threaten him. But.. who?

With that thought, all their mobile phones suddenly chimed. 

The five men look at each other, before carefully taking the phone out and checking the message. 

– The little bird is in the cage.  The countdown starts, before the little swallow breaks her wings forever.

Nikolai is seeing red.  crimson red.

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