#MW reference

[spaghetticat3899]

TULPAR reference screenshots

(brought to you by lilypadreal’s Tulpar map on VRC!)

Originally, I’d taken these for myself, but I realized some folks don’t have the ability to have a good view of the Tulpar’s layout and might appreciate these. These were all taken via walking around the VRC port of the map, the lack of filter is due to that, however, that means distant objects and text are easier to see. Enjoy!

PRE-CRASH

Cockpit

Halls + Cargo hold entrance

Lounge + Medbay + hall to lower floors/living quarters

Utility

Originally, this had Jerma in the background, but has been updated to have the normal window screen. Post Crash will be on a following post to avoid hitting the image limit.

[yawnderu]

Sharing an air bnb with Nikto during mandatory leave because you trust each other. Finally getting to see his face, cuddling in a big jacuzzi tub.

Gaining Nikto's trust wasn't easy. The behemoth of a man had a fragmented mind, too broken from Zakhaev's torture, and yet the utmost effort you put into getting to know him proved fruitful after months.

“Jesus fuck. Put that thing away, Misha.” Your attempts at shielding your eyes are met with a laugh, feeling the water shift around your body, a mass of pure warm muscle pressing on your side. 

“... Is it hidden now?” His eyes crinkle, the smile of pure amusement hidden beneath his mask. Nikto doesn’t feel uncomfortable with nudity, and while joining you in the jacuzzi only happened because of the vodka warming his stomach up and giving him liquid courage, he was enjoying your reaction.

“Да. You can look now.” Your fingers part in front of your eyes, glancing up at him before looking down, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when you realize the bubbles are covering his lower body. 

“I wasn’t expecting to be greeted by… cock.” Despite the initial surprise, there’s nothing but pure mirth dancing with your words. You feel his arm drape over your shoulder, pulling you closer, the smell of hard liquor hitting your nose, explaining why he’s being touchier than usual. 

“You’re welcome.” Despite how unpleasant and rowdy Nikto can be, your company served as a soothing balm, a small break from all the chaos going on in his head. There’s hesitation in his actions as he reaches towards the straps of his mask, his fingers stilling for a few seconds, your curious eyes looking up at him with an innocence that he finds endearing. 

“I take it off sometimes.” Not exactly a lie, yet not exactly the trust either— Nikto does remove his mask, though never in the presence of anyone else. The fear of getting judged for his face scars will always be there, and it took him months to gather the courage to even think about showing it to you.

The straps of his mask are removed with little to no effort, yet he doesn’t fully remove the mask yet. You can see the fear and doubt dancing within his light blue eyes as he holds the rough material, the only barrier between both of you. “I’m not going to judge, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Your reassurance is accompanied by your hand running up and down his back, gentle caresses that he never allowed himself to receive from anyone, until you came along. It seemed to be the only confirmation he needed, as the mask slips off, placed on a table nearby before he finally turns to look at you. 

You admire his features for the first time, your eyes running all over his face for a few seconds. Nikto has a slightly crooked nose —likely from being broken one too many times—, the skin on his face more pale than the rest of his body, and the scars lingering all over his face. They look like chemical burns, running from his chin, up to his forehead, his skin tainted in a light red color. 

“You look pretty.” Pretty. The word almost makes him scoff, his gaze drifting around the jacuzzi before looking back at you, pure vulnerability in his expression. 

“I’m serious.” You insist, leaning closer to him before your wet hand reaches up, cupping his cheek. The suddenness of your actions is almost enough to make him flinch, and yet he decides to stay still, a part of him craving the praise after so many years of being lonely, of being broken. 

Your thumb runs along his skin, being extra careful with his scars, even if they no longer hurt physically. The reverence in your eyes mirrors his, nothing but pure trust and worship displayed in your actions. Your soft finger runs across his cracked bottom lip, taking your time to continue admiring his features before he closes the distance, his lips crashing against yours.

[temeyes]

gaz and his outfit expansion!

[jm-chrome]

In every other universe,...

[s0fter-sin]

nik finding out ghost’s father is still alive

he teases out personal information from him over years of careful dedication; always knowing when to back off, always knowing when ghost needs him to push just that little more so he can free himself of his own memories

it’s not always important; sometimes it’s little things like preferring full fat milk for his tea or that he enjoys morning runs with his back to the sunrise. that he prefers to sit in an armchair than a couch and he hates the feel of cotton balls but endures it anyway

it takes a while before he gets to the deep things. the tragic things. broken plates. snake infested beds. dead prostitutes in toilet stalls

all with one man at the centre of them

ghost isn’t shy about his opinion of his old man; he knew he was a cowardly, addicted bastard who stood up for what he believed in only so long as the person he was standing against was weaker than him. he tells nik how close he came to killing him one night when he found him passed out on the couch; foaming spit and vomit all around him. he tells him how much he wished he knew then what he knows now; how he could’ve killed him with a toothpick if he just learned earlier

and he tells him that even unconscious, even when grew bigger than him, when he was stronger than him, ghost was still too afraid of him to try

he tells him around a shared cigarette that he got the call about his cancer just after he enlisted; how bitter he felt that he wouldn’t be around to watch him suffer and wither away. and it’s with a sour laugh that he tells him it was a few years after his first deployment that he got the call that he was in remission

“bastard couldn’t even give me that much,” he scoffs and stares at the smouldering butt long enough that nik takes it from him before he can snuff it out on his skin. “know the funny part of all this? i’ve killed hundreds of men. i know how to use more weapons than i can count- i’m the fuckin’ ghost…

“and i’m still fuckin’ scared of him.”

silence falls and nik sits in it; in the cruelty and discomfort of a man’s fear. he thinks of an old wooden home with its little chapel at the end of the yard. he thinks of silent dinner tables and repeated prayers over the crack of a belt. he thinks of the weight of a bible clutched in his hands and how it never eased the heat of his blood dripping down his back

he thinks and lights another cigarette and pretends ghost’s hand isn’t shaking when he offers it to him. because that’s all he can do

for now

-

months pass and nik does ghost a favour by acting like he’s forgotten their conversation on the roof despite them both knowing it’s bullshit. you don’t just forget sharing something like that; the shame of admitting and the hatred of knowing are too strong for something as merciful as forgetting

but they don’t talk about it again

months pass, missions blur together except for the ones that really don’t and it’s been a while since nik was in country when he slides up beside ghost as he oversees recruit training

he doesn’t say anything; just lets ghost feel his presence, conveniently from behind so he can slip something in his hands held behind his back before he steps up beside him. they watch the repetitive drills and the repetitive mistakes until ghost barks at them to fuck off or he’ll make them run until they puke then make them keep running

he waits for the last of them to huff and puff their way to the showers before bringing his hands to the front and unfolding the paper nik gave him

he doesn’t get past the first line before he stills

ghost forces his head to turn, eyes reluctantly dragging away from the paper to nik who stands waiting expectantly

“a gift,” nik says simply. “it does not bode well to have a haunted ghost, yes?”

he doesn’t let himself deflate the way his body wants; he keeps his back straight and shoulders wide and lets out a carefully controlled breath. “it last long?”

“oh yes,” he nods with a wide smile. “hell received quite a few pieces.”

ghost nods back and looks down at the paper in his hand, refusing to acknowledge the fine shake running through it. it isn’t enough to blur the cutout from a manchester local newspaper and reading it again makes his knees weak with 30 year old relief

missing: norman riley

[waywardsuniverses]

The beginning of my collection of funny references for Roach hehe

[bxst4r]

i personally could not go a year w/o wifi

reference below!!

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[flowersforthemachines]

Remembered I talked about it under one post but never actually posted this here.

Here's a (rough) visualisation of how many times Rook's faction is referenced in conversations. Based on the pics, from most to least referenced it goes like this:

Grey Wardens > Mourn Watch > Antivan Crows > Shadow Dragons > Veil Jumpers > Lords of Fortune

[lottielovelace]

Ways Ghost describes himself in the comics

He describes his pre-Ghost/Robas life as being built upon "Discipline, precision, control". I definitely still see remnants of that in Ghost, even if his PTSD has made it less of a guarantee.

After his family's murder/faking his death, he describes himself as "a dead man (with a mission)".

Before settling on "Ghost", he workshopped called himself "Death" (and Robas referred to him as Mr. Death).

He also (post-family massacre) calls himself "a high-functioning wreck". I think this is very telling.

But he starts moving onto Ghost pretty soon.

Panels/exact quotes (in the alt text) below the cut

[medullamindset]

Made this for myself but i figured it could be worth sharing for all the Mouthwashing fan-artists out there ⁉️😸

I colorpicked the skincolor of the Tulpar crew 😋 it was hard to pinpoint some of them, esp Jimmy and Swansea due to their rendering being the heaviest (Jimmys beard, eyebags and wrinkles & Swanseas hyperpigmentation, blush and wrinkles getting in the way. And also the ID's being extremely low quality).

But note that i selected "base color" when viewing the models, cuz the "final render" option (the default) dulls the colors down for aesthetic purposes ig lol, so they aren't 100% accurate‼️

I also colorpicked the colors that were used to shade *the most* for a clearer reference of their undertones ⬇️

Every time someone draws Curly ghostly pale an angel gains its wings <3

Heres where all the colors where taken from circled in red and compared ⬇️

Idk y i felt the need to make this so extremely detailed and informative lmao

i just strive for absolute accuracy ig \ 😸 /

Use this for your own benefit as much as you'd like <3

[my-lil-s1llyme4t]

- I guess I returned in some way.

- It’s my version of Tom in Mattsworld, so yeahhhh. He is an ex-juggalo, just liked the idea of him being a bit of a clown and listen to ICP, hating some songs by Michael Jackson (like Tord in original EW hated song by Lesley Gore "Sunshine, lollipop and rainbows"). Especially “Smooth Criminal”.

_undead_

[temeyes]

im a "Ghost is a Middle Blocker" believer

[Soap's ver.]

[gomzdrawfr]

Reference sheet Eira "Raven" Liu

More information [here]

closer look, old sheet and references used:

closer look:

Bonus: Cobra PMC Emblem

old OC sheet:

References used:

3D models in CSP (used for her full body stance)

CSGO AWP Sniper: Atheris traced

Owl gun charm from Valorant buddies

her jacket is based on Kim Kitsuragi's aerostatic pilot jacket

[shadeops21]

Cosplay Guide 2.0 - Release V1.0

Hello everyone!

With MWIII around the corner and me only about 10% through the MWII multiplayer operators, I realise that I am NOT going to finish the complete guide in time for release, not with the time I have available.

SO, I am going to release the guide in stages, first with all the 'story' characters added (that I could get assets for) and then later with Multiplayer operators, and then with additional faction AI/NPCs after that.

In parallel, I will also work on MWIII loadouts as a separate project as assets for that become available too. Honestly cannot give an ETA for when to start expecting those, but they will be coming at some point.

Now, without further ado, I preset to you:

THE [UN]OFFICIAL MODERN WARFARE COSPLAY GUIDE

Clicking to the above will take you to a Google Drive download link, where the PDF will be hosted. As versions are posted, I will announce this via posts like this and provide new links, and delete the old version too.

V1.0 is story characters only, and total size is 525MB. Pages are 5100x3300px size, so quality should be fairly high with minimal compression artifacing.

This has been the culmination of literal months of work on my part, and if you would like to show your appreciation, I have enabled tipping on this post (and will on future posts for version updates). I have zero intentions on pay-walling content, as I believe knowledge and information like this should be shared freely. But my research and ASD-borne levels of focus are driven by copius amounts of tea and sugary foods, so if you want to 'fuel' me and keep this going, I won't say no!

A huge thanks to everyone that has reached out to provide their own insight on gear and equipment, either via notes and reblogs on the different guide posts I've made, or via my ask box, or through my DMs. You've helped fill my blind spots and further enhance the accuracy of my research. Many thanks to those, you all know who you are!

Thank you for your support! Seeing the daily batch of likes and reblog notifications for these guides, even after all this time, serves to motivate me and keep this project going!

[ehrmantrautpup]

My Mouthwashing guy Vega, Swansea's dogboyfriend 🪐 (base)

[shouchan11]

Thinking about how Curly's greatest fear of stagnation came true. At the edge of a bridge with his feet stuck in cement. Not wanting his life being something he had to escape. Pain is how we know we're still living- he hasn't died yet and hasn't gone to heaven or hell, stuck in purgatory as he's not sure which one he belongs in. Up or down? The ladder imagery- is he going up or down? How blessed are those with a voice. Even by the end of the game he remains unresolved, not living or dying, but frozen in time.