#Treasure Bin

[awoogaslashers]

[luv-again]

came to the shocking revelation that I've been writing fanfic for almost 10 years

[orpheusdrinkinga40inadeathbasket]

Cocteau Twins, Treasure (1984)

[carlos-tk]

just got a letter!! i wonder who it’s from ‼️‼️‼️

cc: @heartstringsduet ❤️❤️❤️

[arvale-artist]

The Arvale: Treasure of Memories party is having a CALM discussion about the art of making tea. (Sarcasm)

A lot of my Arvale related posts take Arvale's lore pretty seriously, but the Arvale series was also known for it's humor, so I felt like I should reflect that as well =]

(more info below)

I think Duncan would know, especially being a gardener. It's probably just a sideeffect of the exposure to Dark Mithril. You cannot escape the corrupting force of the Cursed Artifact™️ ooohhoohoooo! (It messed with his head very badly).

You might notice that a lot of the charcters here look different to how they are portrayed in Arvale: Journey of Illusion and Arvale 2: Ocean of Time.

That's because in Treasure of Memories, they all got a redesign. Probably because that game was made in RPG Maker 12 years ago and Jaybot7 had to work with limited assets offered by the engine. Don't know for sure though.

Still, I gave some of them a few design quirks from the older games. Like Brodyn's earrings, nose piercings and eye scar (as well as the huge ears elves had in the previous Arvale games. Silk is half elf so she gets smaller ears.)

Or how ..."Chev" only has one eye, because while playing Arvale Short Tales it's revealed that he lost one and has an eyepatch =]

I even have my own theory how that happened but I'll talk about that another time.

[nexus-nebulae]

just realised that the first media we consumed that made us REALLY sympathetic for the monster was that fucking point and click Mystery Case Files Ravenhearst game. bc that entire game i was legitimately fucking TERRIFIED of the ghost lady in that game but the second i found out her husband was abusive i doubled down on trying to help her escape. and the ending of that game Did make me cry out of fear but hey at least i did in fact help her escape

[micelangelooo]

Close up of the richest adventurer tycoon.

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

해적: 도깨비 깃발 (2022, Kim Jeong-hoon)

29/06/2024

[voluptuarian]

you know what my problem is? It's been too long since looked at my Fruits magazine compendiums, thats what. That would fix me.

[inventedbymelvin]

Say Melvin, you ever heard of summer school?

"You mean a half day of school where you just do simple work to 'prove' you know the subject? I don't need to spend extra time at school when I have things to invent and problems to cause."

[kinglyisms-archived]

Someone: I’d like my children to make friends.

Me: ah. Allow me to dump by trash bag out.

Them: ?????

Me throwing shit everywhere: what’s your vice? I’ve got;

Shiny royal trash

Overworked trash

Trash that’s gathered in your closet for years and won’t come out

Angry molding cracked trash

Bloody biting frozen trash

Litter pan paper trash

Trash sprayed with rose fragrance

A conglomerate of different kinds of trash staked with a chess piece

Stitched together with pieces of other trash to make it extra trashy trash

Trash crowned king trash

Holy shiny abused trash

Growly trash that still has time to age

Trash that growls extra hard for the growly trash

Cursed trash

Trash that has healing properties

[call-me-casual]

Went on an auditydraws binge and then tried to draw an oc of mine in her style

[catboynutsack]

I just need to be set loose in a goodwill outlet. that would fix me.

[vangh17a]

RUN DONNIE RUN

PAHAHHA I've been laughing so hard for the past half hour oh my GOD-

Hello I heard we were beating up donnie in @vangh17a's wanderer comic and I wanted to join in :)

[arvale-artist]

Treasure of Memories gameplay!

That's right! There's now a full gameplay of Treasure of Memories...

By me!

I hope it'll be entertaining for you! I got to work a little on my editing skills, perhaps it'll amuse you. May my commentary be interesting and insightful as well.

The audio is a little messed up in the beginning videos, (my voice is too quiet) but I managed to fix it in later videos.

We'll be meeting both familiar and new faces in this adventure...

(This whole party is so chaotic looking, they almost all look like they are from different genres ahahah)

[readwritealldayallnight]

When Gaz walks into the bases common room, his goal for making his third cup of tea of the day is diverted when he catches sight of Soap’s expression across the room.

The Scot looks absolutely befuddled, eyes wide and sitting slack-jawed across from his Lieutenant. Gaz walks over to the men, catching the very end of Ghost telling his companion to ‘piss off’.

“Alright?” He asks the lads, raising a brow in question.

“Ye oughta hear the shite LT’s tryin’ to convince me of over here!” Soap is all too eager to inform his friend. Ghost grunts, leaning further back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes as far back as he can, as if to tell the Sergeant in front of him ‘this is why I don’t tell you anything’.

Because that’s almost exactly what Ghost is thinking at that moment. He’d just entered the common room when he’d spotted the back of an all too familiar head, fiddling and distracted with the microwave.

When he’d walked up behind the younger man and echoed his call sign out in greeting, his mask hid the smug smirk that appeared at the jump Soap gave, uttering a loud “Shit!” in surprise.

Soap went on to complain about how he was apparently attempting to jumpstart his heart, drawling on about how the Lieutenant was always sneaking up on people like this, moving quiet as a Ghost.

“My missus says the same thing.” The masked man had mentioned casually, as if his chest hadn’t automatically puffed out in pride, standing up a little straighter at the mention of his girl.

“She says you’re too quiet? Aye, LT, think a lot o’ couples have complaints of the sorts in bed ya see-”

“Shut it, you prick.” Ghost quickly shut him down, ending that line of thought. “She says I walk too quietly in the flat. Accidentally scaring her all the time, poor thing.”

At that, Soap’s eyebrows had shot sky high, keen to hear more about the big bad Ghost’s life of apparent domestic bliss, turning him into an absolute sap.

Ghost wouldn’t normally volunteer information about his personal life. But he just loves you so much. And now that he’s not only thinking about you because he is all the time, but also talking about you, his mouth didn’t seem to want to stop talking about you.

“She put her foot down with me recently.” He’d added with a deep chuckle.

“She did what?” Soap had asked bewildered.

“She called it ‘putting her foot down’. I walked up behind her when she was doin’ dishes. Poor bird didn’t hear me and dropped somethin’.”

“Oh, no! Simon! That’s my favourite mug!!” You’d cried out, watching your most treasured ceramic shattering on the tile floor of the kitchen, spreading every which way across the room.

“M’sorry lovie. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” He’d sheepishly responded, reaching to turn off the running faucet. He’d grabbed the dish towel and gave it to you to dry your hands, lifted you by the waist and set you on the counter with ease, not wanting you to get hurt with your bare feet. He’d turned, already in search of a broom and dust pan.

“Again. You mean I’m sorry for scaring you again.” You had corrected him, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t take it anymore Simon. You don’t need to be stealthy at home, my love, you can make noise when you walk. In fact I need you to make noise when you walk at home!”

Simon had nodded along, diligently sweeping up every piece of your ruined mug.

“I’ll try harder sweetheart. I promise.” He’d offered, dumping the remnants into the bin before he’d walked up to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as yours slid around his shoulders.

The very next weekend he’d taken you to a local pottery painting class to make up for the lost mug, as well as you telling him off (because yeah, that was what Simon considered you putting your foot down with him, and he never wanted it to happen again if he could help it).

Ghost finds himself grinning further under his mask at the memory however, of how cute you looked as you tried to raise your voice at him, laying down the law in your shared home.

“And so what’d ya tell her?” Soap asked, curious to know how his Lieutenant had reacted, but more so if the man would even reply or rather would tell him to fuck off.

“I didn’t tell her anythin’.” Simon had uttered. “Did as my missus asked me to do, and that was the end of the story. Well, s’pose I did I tell her I’d look into mug making classes or whatever.”

“…”

“You what?!”