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bearsinpotatosacks · 7 months

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Will the Blood Be There in the Morning? - Whumptober2023

But for days like today, he didn’t need a date to remember. He didn’t need to read a board or for someone to inform him, he knew that today was the day he died.

He could tell in the rising sickness, rippling through his stomach and leaving that thick, sharply sweet feeling of nausea in his throat. It was the screaming sensation in his bones telling him something was wrong, different in his reanimated corpse tonight. The scar across his back didn’t hurt exactly, not tingly or weeping, yet at least, but he could certainly say that he was more aware of it right now than he usually was.

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Ahkmenrah experiences his death again.

For day 13 of @whumptober . Also on AO3, inspired by a post here on tumblr that I can't find but spoke about the exhibits experiencing their deaths. If anyone can find it for me then I'd greatly appreciate it.

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Ahkmenrah stood overlooking his sarcophygus with a sick feeling in his stomach. Rising bile despite the fact that his gall bladder had been removed with his liver, held by Ismeti and part of the many artifacts of his that were stored, but he couldn’t have. He often wondered if they too were restored to how they’d been when he was alive each night, or stayed dead considering they’d been removed from his body. Or they could just magically return to his body, they hadn’t been removed when he’d been alive so if he was truly how he was then, in body at least, not spirit, then surely they’d be there. He’d never ventured to the records department to find out.

Sometimes the passage of time, and the different calenders used in the modern day, made it hard to remember exact dates from his previous life. His birthday, when his parents had died, when he was crowned Pharaoh, when he died. If it wasn’t for the historians finding old records and translating them into the modern day, he wouldn’t be able to trust himself to remember much at all.

He was the only actual human exhibit in the entire museum, he wondered if that meant his memories were more or less vibrant than the likes of say, Teddy, who could recount tales all night long, but openly admitted to the fact that they didn’t feel like his. Ahkmenrah couldn’t really get his head around that idea. His memories were his after all, so the idea of remembering something, but knowing it was all fake, made him feel even more sick to his stomach.

But for days like today, he didn’t need a date to remember. He didn’t need to read a board or for someone to inform him, he knew that today was the day he died.

This night was one of the few nights that he’d appreciated being locked away for fifty years in his saarcophygus. Seeing people, when you were literally dying, was a little hard to muster. Especially with how gruesome his death would get, he should know, he experienced it every year. Also, people didn’t get concerned over his screams like they would do now, his screams were normal after all. And they left him alone, something he wanted tonight but didn’t exactly get. If he ever isolated himself too much, someone would always try to find him, not a desired outcome when you’re trying not to vomit on your own blood. Not good.

“Ahk, you alright?” That was Larry, he had absolutely no idea about what was happening right now. He didn’t want him to find out. It was far too much for even the other exhibits, much less a mortal man who hadn’t yet experienced death.

He swallowed the rising bile, the main event wouldn’t start for a few hours, he could handle things for a few hours. “I will be,” He said, turning to him with a half-smile.

“Great, come on, there’s a red moon tonight.”

A blood moon, how ironic.

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The exhibits were loitering outside the front door of the museum when he and Ahkmenrah joined them. Teddy seemed the most interest, gazing through a pair of binoculars Larry had brought in after reading the news when he woke up. Some of the others were braving the cold, others were watching from windows inside, such as Sacagawea. He’d expected her to be out here but she’d claimed that she felt under the weather, something he didn’t think museum exhibits could do but every day was a school day, he guessed.

He turned to Ahk, and saw the goosebumps on his arms. He supposed ornate robes made for the egyptian desert weren’t the most suitable for New York in December. He stepped over to him, still unsure about where they were when it came to what they were, and rubbed his arms. That small smile he gave him shot butterflies through him.

“The egyptian had a lunar calendar, right?” Larry asked.

“In the beginning, yes, but by the time I was Pharoah, we had a solar one.”

His gaze was solely on the sky. Did he miss it, during all those years locked away in his sarcophygus? Did he blame himself or did he hate the old guards who did it to him? He wanted to ask him about it but was far too worried it was a sensitive subject to try.

“How did that work?” He opted for instead.

“We had four seasons each 120 days, with three months of thirty days in them, and five holy days at the end.”

He said it like it was simple, like he was asking him what grass was. Larry couldn’t help but feel jealous that he, all the exhibits in fact, understood an entirely different time than he did, remembered as their own. Was it like remembering their childhood? Distant and fuzzy? Or was it vibrant, held in place by the knowledge that you could never return there and it be the same again.

“Makes sense, more than ours does in comparison,” he said.

“You can image my confusion when I first learnt the new one,”

New one. It wasn’t new to Larry. Nor to many of the other exhibits in the museum. They weren’t four-thousand years old, though.

“It’s strange how the moon doesn’t change, isn’t it?” Larry said.

The red light radiated from the celestial figure but couldn’t break through the shield of artificial lighting made by the City that Never Sleeps. He wondered how it looked over the sand dunes and monuments of Ancient Egypt, or the forests when Sacagawea was forced to lead Lewis and Clarke, or after a battle when the red covering your weapon shimmered under the dark reflection. It was daunting and comforting to know that these things were ancient. He had something in common with all his friends, but it also reminded him that they were never meant to be here.

Ahkmenrah didn’t respond. When he turned to him, he saw his eyes closed and jaw tense. His usually tanned skin seemed dull, as if the sun had gone in on a sunny day. His hands clenched his robes with a grip so tight it almost drained the blood from his hands. It made Larry wonder how close to life Ahkmenrah was, if the blood was reall draining from his face or if he was just feeling the effects. Whatever it was, he couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault.

“Sorry, what is something I said?”

He moved closer and wrapped his arms around him as he began to fail. His feel stumbled, moving through the snow covered stairs and slipping on the layer of ice underneath. His body was strangely light as he lent into his arms.

“You alright?” He said. “Is something going around? Sac was acting the same way earlier?”

Teddy turned around at the mention of her name. A wave of seriousness came across his face. It spread to the others as they looked between him and where Ahkmenrah was faint in his arms.

“It’s not something spreading, Lawrence.” He spoke with experience, as if this was something prepared or expected, like he was supposed to know.

He walked closer and removed his fake leather gloves. Placing the back of his hand on Ahkmenrah’s forehead, he began to explain without looking at Larry.

“Every year we’ve come to life we have to experience our deaths again, like a price to pay for our strange sort of eternal life that’s brought about from the tablet.”

Larry went from keeping his eyes locked on Ahkmenrah to darting to Teddy. Ahk gulped and stood up, not looking any better but taking deep, shaky breaths as he tried to ground himself.

“That’s why Sacagawea is indisposed at the moment, I did offer to accompany her but she prefers to be alone on this day,” Teddy looked at the ground.

Ahkmenrah gulped again, hands clenched at his sides. “It’s a hard day, Larry, to be reminded of everything you had and will never have again, despite being reminded of it every day.”

Larry had no idea what to expect. He’d researched most of them when he’d first started, their deaths being at the end of whatever article or book he read. He’d never given it a second thought, their deaths. To him, they were maniquins, mostly, exhibits in a museum given a weird chance at immortality. After realising how Teddy felt about being a fake Theodore Roosevelt, he learnt not to prod any of them too much as the details about their life, and how it affected their not-death.

“So this is how you’ll be all night? Weak and waiting for-” He didn’t say death, because it wasn’t, not really, not if it was an annual thing.

“A death that will never be real?” He finished.

Larry nodded.

“Yes, except this isn’t it, at least for me.”

The others turned to him. His usual ingrained confidence had disappeared. All his energy seemed to be going into keeping himself standing and coherent.

“My death had two parts, each by my brother Kahmunrah,” He said.

Those who’d been sent to the Smithsonian reacted accordingly. It was strange to think how they could be related, Larry had done subsequent research and seen the theories that he could’ve been a bastard son, born of Ahkmenrah’s father and a concubine. He hadn’t asked what Ahkenrah thought or knew of that theory, he didn’t think that conversation would go very well.

“I should’ve suspected that he was trying to kill me for a while. I wasn’t king for awfully long, not the decades like my father, and he was always at my side, advising and pretending. I should’ve known that he was actually trying to get close enough to kill me.”

He closed his eyes and bit his lips. For a moment, he shook in the wind, weak as a feather. Larry placed a hand on his back again.

“He tried to poison my breakfast, but must have not put enough in, because while I fell ill, yes, I didn’t drop down dead immediately. So I lay down, and a little while later, he came up to ‘check on me’. He didn’t make his presence known so could catch me off guard and-”

He didn’t finish the sentence butturned and lifted the extravagant cape out of the way. None of them had looked at his back before, why would they, but they could tell now that there was a reason that Ahkmenrah wore his over-the-top clothes that was more than just ‘it was what he was buried in’. A raised, angry scar took up most of his otherwise smooth back. It wasn’t just a stab wound, which would be bad enough, Kahmunrah had lost control and not just stabbed his brother, but carved an Ankh symbol into his body. A wave of nausea came over Larry, he pushed it down.

“He plunged his blade into my back, all the air left my body, I couldn’t fight him off, he was always taller than me. I knew I was going to die then, I knew why I’d felt ill that morning. And it only got worse, he spoke of him being the rightful heir, of me being the favourite and him helping me along even more and making sure I stayed dead by carving the Ankh symbol into my back. The key of life, rather ironic I know, but used by us Egyptian on-”

“Tombs.” Larry finished.

Ahkmenrah dropped the cape and nodded. He didn’t turn around however. His body stumbling again, faltering, probably regaining composure, he was always polite and formal. Larry approached him, hands going on his shoulders then down his his sides. As he pondered if it was appropriate to touch him back, Ahk let out a raw gasp. It crackled and croaked, pain in just a sound as he fell forward, only not faceplanting because Larry forgot all etiquette and grabbed him around the waist to stop him.

Larry settled his arms under his arms, feeling all his body pressing into him as he lost more and more of that spark in his eyes, his tan skin not glowing but dull.

“Come on, Ahk, let’s get you somewhere comfortable,” He had no idea where but he would find somewhere.

“Sarcophygus.”

“But that can’t be comfortable-”

“Sarcophygus, please.”

They met eyes, Larry nodded and shifted Ahk so he wasn’t fully weighing down one shoulder. As he adjusted his arm, his hand brushed his back again. Red coated his fingertips as he saw a glimpse of his hand. Blood.

Ahkmenrah had noticed this too and his sickly face froze, startled. “It’s already started.”

Enough explaining. Teddy opened the door as Larry and Ahkmenrah hobbled toward the elevator. His breathing was getting heavier as he tried not to pant. Every few steps his feet would falter, slipping on the varnished floor. Larry kept gripping his side tighter and tighter, his shoulder aching as he took more of his weight on.

The elevator jolted as it travelled upwards. Luckily his exhibit was near by, and private. Even though the museum had known for a few years now that Ahkmenrah wasn’t the crazed Pharaoh that they were led to believe, he guessed some habits died hard, bad choice of words considering the situation, and most people still didn’t linger too much in the corridor. Either that or the intimidating Anubis statues guarding the entrance that still gave everyone at least a harsh look when they walked past.

By the time the elevator arrived at their floor, Ahkmenrah was stumbling with every step. Larry could see red splotches on his cape as they raced toward privacy. He didn’t mention this, Ahkmenrah probably didn’t need him to do this. With every step, that scar on his back was opening up, his face becoming sullen, eyes unfocused as he tried to concentrate on moving and not collapsing in the empty hallway. Did he feel the blade too or just the agony of his flesh being ripped apart?

The Anubis guards rose their weapons to separate Larry from Ahkmenrah, immortally protective of their Pharaoh. Ahkmenrah managed to wave a hand and they turned their weapons from them to the entrance, not exactly pointing them at anyone who could walk past but making it evident that here was not somewhere you were going to linger tonight.

“Here, Larry, please.”

How could he remain so polite even when he was literally dying?

They both collapsed gently onto the harsh stone floor. Ahk slipped from Larry’s shoulder to rest on his torso, giving up on controlling his breathing as he panted. Larry took his hand in his as clenched his eyes closed. There would be blood on his uniform, something he’d have to explain to Dr McPhee in the morning if he saw. Although, would it even be there in the morning, considering Ahkmenrah would go back to being a 4000 year old mummified corpse by then?

Larry didn’t say anything. There was too much going on already, too much in the air for him to add to. He could feel Ahkmenrah’s pain in the air as he opened his eyes again, his breathing not pants but slow and shallow. His body sunk more and more onto him, Larry became more and more aware of how solid the floor was, felt its cold leaching through his clothes and into his skin. The only thing he felt sure of was how tight Ahk held onto his hand, as if it was his only lifeline in a tumultuous ocean.

“Just focus on that, okay?” He said in a whisper.

All Ahkmenrah could do was nod. He’d deteriorated so fast, what was he expecting from that severe of a wound? Yet he didn’t have any experience when it came to wounds, or blood, or dying. Larry was seriously underqualified for this. Just another skill he’d have to learn for this job, it was strange how he both didn’t mind that, if it meant comforting someone he cared about, and wanted to run in the opposite direction.

“Do you want me to say anything?”

Ahkmenrah nodded, again. He closed his eyes again, the skin around them crinkling as he tensed. Larry saw crimson sinking into his uniform, mixing with the grey to create a sticky burgundy. It stuck to his fingers, his palms flashing bright against his pale skin.

“Nick’s enjoying high school-”

That was all he could think about, Nick had wanted to come tonight, but he had a lot of homework to do over the Christmas break that was more important than hanging out here on a Monday night. Larry was glad he and Erica had both put their foot down, this was too much for anyone, let alone a kid.

He turned back to Ahk to finish his sentence when he jolted up. His next breath came out wet as blood spurted from his mouth, dribbling up and bubbling as he tried to get in any air through the pain. They met eyes, there was a pleading look in them as Larry went to wipe it away or say something, he carried on with his sentence.

“He’s-he’s um still got some of his friends from middle school so there wasn’t too much of a jump,” He didn’t want to ignore the fact that he was holding someone currently bleeding to death, but Ahkmenrah trying not to choke on his own blood was an image permemantly seared into his brain. “He’s joined a computer club, I think it’s for games or coding them or something, I’ve never been good with computers, really.”

Ahk’s hand weakened in his. His eyes glazed over occasionally as he tried to focus on him and his words, he didn’t care if he wasn’t taking any of this in.

“Not that I don’t like video games, I went to the arcade when I was a kid.” He said. “But the ones Nicky plays are just far too confusing for a guy who’s used to Space Invaders and Pacman.”

He realised, through the confusion and fear, that Ahkmenrah didn’t know what he was on about “I’ll have to show you sometime, there’s a place in Brooklyn that has a bunch of old arcade games, I took Nick there one day on my day off and it was satisfying when I was better than him, don’t tell him that.”

Ahk’s head slipped from his torso and rested on the stone below them. The blood was trickling from his chin, down his neck and marking his expensive outfit with fresh red. He could see the wound through his clothes now, wet to the touch and even heavier than before.

Larry tried to turn him around, his body getting harder and harder to lift as he got weaker and weaker. The whites were rimmed red as tears fell down his face and mixed with the blood stuck to his face, watering it down and causing more to fall down his neck. If this is what he like now, how had he managed this every year he’d been locked away? Had he screamed more than usual? Would it have even been worth it?

He wiped one away as he let out a mix between a sob and a cry. More blood spurted out. His hands were cold now, as Larry gripped them both in his and secured him on his shoulder, running his thumb through his short hair. His eyes kept drifting shut, not clenched from pain as they had earlier. This was it, wasn’t it?

He knew better than to admit that his shoulder was starting to ache from where Ahk was slumped on him. It was all of his weight now. His body relaxing as he gave into whatever happened when an already dead Pharaoh died again.

There was blood everywhere, in places he didn’t think it could reach. Covering both hands, most of his uniform and his pants. It pooled in the grout between the stone slabs on the floor, dyed Ahk’s robes scarlet and wiped his skin like paint.

His breathing got croakier, ripping and scratching as the blood stopped bubbling from his lips and dried on them as they cracked. He looked down at how much of his blood was oozing out of him, not flowing like before, and whined, how did he deserve such a gruesome death?

Larry tilted his head with one hand and made sure that he couldn’t miss his gaze. If he was dying, reliving his last moments, he’d rather he not look at the evidence of his own pain.

“La-larry-” Ahk croaked out, a whisper and a plead all at once.

“I know, just focus on me,” He wished this was over, and felt guilt ripple through when he did. “Not much longer okay, then you’ll wake up tomorrow night and this will all be a dream, okay?”

He nodded. His brown eyes flicked as he took in all his facial features. A distant haze creeping in from both sides as any parts of his body that still had some strength in them gave in.

“And this won’t happen for another year. The eclipse will be there tomorrow and you can tell me all about whatever you can remember about Ancient Egyptian astrology like it’s common knowledge, because you’re smart and sarcastic and passionate and don’t, didn’t, deserve this pain.”

He couldn’t even nod anymore as he stopped looking in his eyes and sank onto his shoulder. Like he was turning into a liquid, he melted down his body. A few more shallow breaths came out of his mouth before the final death rattle, something he’d never actually heard before because he was lucky enough that his parents were still both alive. His eyes were bland and still. Hands flopped lifelessly across his lap as he moved him back into his sarcophygus, something a lot harder than usual as all his body seemed three times more heavy.

This wasn’t how he should’ve been remembered. He realised that he hadn’t even had the graces of a comforting face in his last moments, probably just his brother towering over him as he waited for the crown to become his. The blood covering him, scarring and painting him not as elegant as he prided himself in being. Skin not soft and dazzling like it seemed to be all the time. He closed his eyes for him.

He couldn’t look for too long, however, it still was the dead body of the person he loved. Museum exhibit or not, that was hard for anyone to bear. Moving everything back into place, he nodded at the Anubis guards and waited for them to move back to their places before leaving to give the others the news.

There was a trail of blood as he trudged back to the others. He didn’t think he could take that elevator again for a few days, not with everything fresh and new in his mind. Although he wished not to feel this, he also didn’t want to get used to seeing Ahkmenrah like that, considering that was going to happen every year the tablet was here.

Other exhibits moved past and around him. Sun sparkled through the window as dawn broke. How long had he been in there? It hadn’t felt like long but had evidently been all night.

He looked over the balcony and saw most of the others waiting by the desk. All he could so was nod as he moved on autopilot to do his end of shift tasks. Did they feel guilt knowing what Ahk had to go through every year he was locked up there, alone?

The answer didn’t truly matter, though, the question dwarfed by another as he heard it ringing and echoing like bells in the distant. Would the blood disappear when the sun fully came up?

This is my kind of whump. Blood, death, all that good stuff. Like I said, this idea wasn't mine, I just expanded on my interpretation of it. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

#whumptober2023 #no. 13 #i don't feel so good #fic #natm #night at the museum #blood tw #death tw #stab wound tw #ahkmenrah #larry daley #teddy roosevelt #sacagawea #post natm 2 #kahmunrah #ahkmenrah natm #sacagawea natm #bear writes #tablet guardians

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not-sobasicbisexual · 6 months

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my list of Owen movies that I've seen plus my out of 5 stars rating

Night at the Museum (Jedediah 5/5

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian (Jedediah 5/5

Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb (Jedediah 5/5

Shanghai Noon (Roy O’Bannon 4/5

Shanghai Knights (Roy O’Bannon 4/5

Cars (Lightning McQueen 5/5

Cars 2 (Lightning McQueen 3/5

Cars 3 (Lightning McQueen 4/5

Cars: On the Road (Lightning McQueen 4/5

Hall Pass (Rick 4/5

Zoolander (Hansel 5/5

Zoolander 2 (Hansel 5/5

Bottle Rocket (Dignan 5/5

The Darjeeling Limited (Francis Whitman 5/5

Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (Ned Plimpton 5/5

Marmaduke (Marmaduke 3/5

Loki (Mobius 5/5

Wonder (Nate Pullman 3/5

the Royal Tenenbaums (Eli Cash 5/5

Meet the Parents (Kevin Rawley 2.5/5

Paint (Carl Nargle 5/5

Haunted Mansion (Kent 5/5

Secret Headquarters (Jack Kincaid 4/5

Marry Me (Charlie 5/5

Fantastic Mr. Fox (Coach Skip 5/5

Marley & Me (Jon Grogan 5/5

The Grand Budapest Hotel (M. Chuck 5/5

Minus Man (Vann 5/5

Wedding Crashers (John Beckwith 5/5

I-Spy (Alex Scott 4/5

Starsky and Hutch (Hutch 5/5

Anaconda (Gary Dixon 2/5

The French Dispatch (Herbsaint Sazerac 4/5

The Cable Guy (Robin’s date 4/5

How Do You Know (Matty Reynolds 2/5

You, Me, and Dupree (Randy Dupree 4/5

Midnight in Paris (Gil Pender 5/5

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64-jungle-planks · 2 months

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Night at the Museum: Redesigning Characters 1/4(?)

Character profile: Frank "Noses" Capone

This character is based off of and takes inspiration from the historical Frank Capone.

Real Name: Salvatore "Frank" Capone

Nickname and Meaning: Noses - He got this nickname from being inquisitive and being unafraid to stick his nose into other people's business, even if it gets him into trouble.

Age: 28 (July 16, 1895)

Time Period: Frank is from America's Prohibition in the 1920s, to be exact, hes from April 1st, 1924 Chicago, just before he and a group of Mafioso's went to the polling station near the Western Electric Hawthorn plant.

Family: James "Jimmy" Vincenzo Capone, Raffaele "Ralph" James Capone, and Alphonse "Al" Gabriel Capone + Three younger brothers and one sister that wasn't brought back.

(Headcanons under the cut)

Based on/taken from History:

involved in the Five Points Gang with mobster John Torrio as a kid

Rumored to be queer because he never had an open interest in women/having sex with women like his brothers

Had a kid??? But then took it away from his fiancé??

Nickname was Noses?

Smartest of the eldest Capones

Killed when 70 plain clothes police officers arrived at W 22nd St & S Cicero Ave, Cicero, IL 60804 on April 1st, 1924. He didn’t have time to pull his gun out and was shot so many times, two other bystanders were killed/injured

described as mild-mannered, intelligent and immaculately-dressed

Thought to have ordered 500 deaths since joining the Chicago outfit (1919-1921 to 1924)

“you never get no talk back from a corpse”

+ Intelligent + Social + Hard-working - Quick to anger - Unstable moods

My own silly headcanons:

Can be level-headed, but usually his anger gets the best of him.

His presence calms Al down a lot. His brother really loves him and missed Frank. Frank reminds Al of simpler times when they’d run errands for their old boss Torrio… now Al’s boss.

Represented by clover/clubs. The club symbol represents the summer season and the earth element. The club suit in cards indicates youth, a phase when a person focuses on education, and recklessness.

Frank has matching pins with Al, Jimmy, and Ralph, each brother taking a playing card suit. The brothers made them together with old scrap metal they found in the Navy yard.

Sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong. He likes putting himself in the middle of gossip circles. When he’s not purposefully antagonizing Napoleon to get a reaction, they get along really well because of this.

Wiggles his nose when he thinks hard

Tallest of the Capone brothers (6’1)

Broken out of the museum in search of the closest liquor store out of pure boredom. They tried to pay with greyscale $50s and promptly got kicked out.

A little bit of a sadist.

Gets very violent when he’s upset and enjoys it. Frank doesn’t usually feel bad about his previous actions

Frank: My furby died in my arms when I was a child Ivan: I’m sorry to hear that..? Frank, grinning and joking slightly: Don’t be. I’ve never felt more like a god.

He’d be on Booktok

Like his brothers, Frank will flirt with anyone. Unlike his brothers, Frank is mostly doing it to tease and have fun.

Sucker for hallmark movies

Jerma vibes

His ears turn red when he lies (credit to @frombottlealleytotheharbor for this one)

Frank’s Tommy is a replica whereas his Smith & Wesson Model 10 is from a photo/cutout. His Tommy doesn’t work at all, but his handgun can- he just doesn’t have any bullets.

The Model 10 is named Peggy and the Tommy is Doll

….. don’t call him Frankie unless your family.

Jimmy Consentini belongs to @all-yn-oween. I had to draw him and Frank together because (I think) they both have two-piece suits.

Plain clothes Napoleon is inspired by this and something I have scheduled.

Al, Ralph, Napoleon

#Frank Capone natm #Frank Capone #NATM #natm au #night at the museum ocs #night at the museum #Night at the museum 2 #Night at the museum battle of the Smithsonian #NATM 2 #Al Capone #Al Capone natm #please add on your own headcanons onto this #I’d love to read them!!#A little off topic #he’s been haunting my dreams #I’ve been so nervous to go see where he died he’s been entering my very lucid dreams #He’s genuinely scary #don’t like him currently #doesn’t mean he’s not my baby girl still #just #that’s he’s fucking terrifying #Mf been standing over me #(i have really bad anxiety and it makes me hallucinate when I’m stressed)#Apr. 1 #2024 #Apr. 2024 #this also slightly feels like the Thomas Jeffferson Miku binder post and I’m really fucking nervous about posting this.#just because of that #I just want to make refs for characters I like and chatter about #Queued post!

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girlblocker · 2 years

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happy birthday baby. cinema wouldn’t be the same without you

#night at the museum #natm #night at the museum 2 #flop era post #cringe era post

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toasterdestroyer · 19 days

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the goobers shall be drawn soon :3

#im too lazy to add a pic of the sketch but i have natm drawings 2 post soon #natm fanart #natm

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lidensword · 2 years

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Screencaps appreciation

Allow me to share some NatM 2 screencaps and gifs (with my comments, of course) :]

Okay, here we go!

First of all, they look A-W-E-S-O-M-E.

Al, looking at the camera: What are you looking at, punk?!

Napoléon, posing: Google Earth... Always taking pics.

Ivan, with a look like he's gonna murder you in your sleep: *wondering what the dinner will be*

Also, I see a hat behind Nippy...

Jim is that you?? No offense, but you’re shorter than the other mobsters, so...

Actually, he may be short YET he knows how to impose himself! You don't wanna mess with him, otherwise he will turn you into a sieve with his Thompson submachine gun.

Just watch this:

Look how he’s holding his gun. He’s making sure everyone sees it >:]

Oh! I’m so frightened of Jim! He’s bad news!

Since I’m talking about the mobsters, just look at this screencap:

Look at the mobsters and Nippy’s facial expressions

THEY ALL MAKE THE SAME FACE!!! XD

By the way, just admire Ivan’s style! Love it!!

@ slashingdisneypasta made a really good appreciation of it! You can read it here.

Okay, let’s move on.

Spend all the time you need to look carefully at this gif:

Now, let’s make a review of Ivan, Al and Napoléon’s reaction to Kahmunrah throwing the hourglass like you throw a banana peel into the trash, hoping to aim it from behind while looking at your phone.

Ivan seems to be preparing himself to hear the sound of the glass crashing on the floor. I don’t really know why, but I think that’s cute :]

Al Capone, well... He doesn’t seem to mind at all. He follows the trajectory of the hourglass with his eyes and probably hopes that it shatters into a thousand pieces because he is fed up to the back teeth with recalcitrant little people who speak (or sing) at the top of their voices.

What about Napoléon!!?!! Did he have the reflex to grab the hourglass???!!!!! THAT’S ADORABLE!!! He worries about tiny people. I know he does.

And just because he deserves it, I’ll talk about Napoléon a little bit more.

What about the fact he likes to be close to other men?

VERY close...

And that’s not all; look at these ones:

...Nippy kissed one of his soldiers?!? YES!!!

Ok, just kidding... I just chose the right frames from this gif.

#night at the museum #natm #natm 2 #battle of the smithsonian #Kahmunrah #Ivan the Awesome #Ivan natm #Napoleon natm #Al Capone natm #Jimmy Consentini (oc)#random post again

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thedemoninyourcloset · 10 months

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I made my mom watch Good Omens. Her favorite character is Crowley...

I feel like sending this to her and ask what she thinks.

(My mom probably hates me because I keep telling her how I'm going crazy because of Good Omens)

(Edit: I did show her the picture. She just started laughing😭)

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #TheDemonInYourCloset posting something that is not natm????#Is It even possible???#I guess it is

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sliceocheese · 11 months

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Yummy NATM little head cannon of mine

Kahmunrah and and Al Capone are dating

But it’s like a super secret thing but it’s kinda obvious lmao and like EVERYONE knows but no one really mentions it cus Al will kick your ass if you talk about his bf AT ALL

you talk shit: die. You gossip: die. You say something Kah don’t like: die. You mention it in a way he don’t like: die

like all Al’s hench men (and his friends: Ivan and Napoléon) are all his hype men like….

Léon: hey hey hey where are you going dressed all boring like that. (Al’s wearing a hoodie and sweatpants or smth like that)

Al: why z’it it matta to you

Ivan: he’s going on a you know what with you know who

Al: Shut it pal

Léon: why we just want to know

Al: *kinda yelling at this point* you know what I don’t care if it really matta’s to you dis much I’m cooking us dinner and we’re gonna be watching a movie now don’t think I have’tuh wear a suit for that Huh?

henchman 1: nah boss you gon’ do great

henchman 2: yeah! You got this boss

Al: what’eva just don’t do nothin’ stupid till I get back

henchmen: you got it boss!

Léon: *snickers* curfue is at 3!

lvan: *barley able to hold in his cackling* and there will be no mingleing or you are grounded!

Al: *trying not to shoot someone*

I will die on this hill

If you wanna see the art look up my sleep over series

ALSO PLEASEEEEE TELL ME IF I GOT THE ACCENTS WRONG!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

#al capone natm #natm kahmunrah #natm #lgbtqia #shit post #Al Capone x kahmunrah #i cant #head cannon #quite yummy #natm 2 #night at the museum #natm fandom #night at the museum roleplay #random thoughts #natm fanart #night at the museum 2 #Kahmunrah is giving sub ngl #Sleep over series

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natmweek · 3 months

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NATMweek 2024 approaches!

As the year dawns upon us, so too does the realization that it's somehow already February... anyway!

Welcome to NATMweek, 2024 edition! Let's get right to it:

This year's prompt list works a bit differently than last year's. For this event, there are two prompt sets, inspired by NATM 2 and NATM 3. To use them, simply pick one of the two daily prompts and create something amazing! The rules in the pinned post are the same, and the askbox is open for any and all questions, comments, and concerns, so get your brain storming and get ready for this year's NATMweek: Sequels Edition!

#NATMweek24 #natm #natm fandom #night at the museum

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chazz-is-a-zelda-fan · 2 years

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scared for natm 4 because i swear to shit if they don’t keep the blatant homosexuality of jedediah and octavius clear as day in this film i will riot and make my own natm 4 do you hear me. DO YOU HEAR ME. i will make little paper puppets of everyone and put on bad accents and i will make my own 20 dollar budget natm 4 disney this is a fucking threat

update: it’s been out for two days and i still haven’t seen it but I GET IT YOU CAN STOP LIKING THIS POST NOW

update 2: get fucked no more reblogs

update 3: yall like this one so fine you get reblogs again

#it’s 10 pm i have competition tomorrow don’t listen to me #tiny otp #natm #natm 4 #jedediah smith #natm jedediah #natm octavius #jedediah and octavius #octavius #jedtavius #octadiah is also a funny name i like it

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64-jungle-planks · 1 year

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Happy New Years guys!

I hope you guys have an excellent end of a year and a start of one! I’m at my friend’s, Kasper, house playing Pictionary. I’m taking a break to look up movies to watch. I’m going to try to get them to watch either the Graduate or Chinatown, I love both!

This was super fun to animate, I tried to include everyone that was mentioned to me! I want to draw something similar to what I did during Halloween this year! If it’s hard to understand, Frosty (my character) throws a snowball at Jim (@all-yn-oween’s OC) and Passerine (another one of my OCs) who are building a snowman. The snowman is based off of the Minecraft ones, that’s why there’s a pumpkin. Passerine gets hit, which makes her mad and she storms off after Frosty. The film cuts to Jimmy(The Capone one) and Ralph chatting while Pass runs after Frost behind them. The film then moves over Al and Napoleon who are chatting to Ivan and @lidensword who are reading Warriors books. Jim comes in from the snow and pops up to flirt with Ivan who looks annoyed.

I’ll see you folks next year! I hope you guys have a good rest of your year if your like me and it’s 2022 in your time zone.

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lemonwisp · 1 year

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I’m trying to figure out if Owen in the hour glass behind the scenes is lost media because I have the natm 2 dvd (Christmas edition) and I’ve looked at the behind the a scenes stuff but there is hardly any of Owen in general. I found this tweet regarding museum week in 2016 but unfortunately if you go to the tagged account the posts don’t go far enough back to find it (unless I’m just not doing it right which is totally possible because idk how to work twitter) but yeah. If anyone has any luck lmk

Edit: this isn’t what is up above but it’s behind the scenes of Shawn working with Steve and Owen

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#night at the museum #jedtavius #natm #jedediah x octavius #natm octavius #jedediah and octavius #natm jedediah #jedediah natm #natm jedtavius #owen wilson #night at the museum behind the scenes #behind the scenes #shawn levy #Steve Coogan

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