Hello, I'm Dex and I'm 18. I'm just another simple soul wandering around here every now and then so feel free to take a look or mayhaps stay here as well
Fandoms/Hyperfixations (current; will be edited to keep up to date)
Land of the Lustrous
Keeper of the Lost Cities
School for Good and Evil
Stray Kids
Ateez
Epic: the Muscial
Avatar (James Cameron)
My Hero Academia (not as active)
Arcane
Rules/Boundaries (!)
- please be respectful in this blog; racism, sexism, homophobia are not tolerated here. if you disagree, please leave and do not interact.
- ask before sending any DMS, I'm not comfortable with sudden messages popping up in my inbox
- be a normal and tolerable human being; basically the first but yes
- tone tags are alright so don't be afraid to use them
- do not vent if you are not close to me. I think this is obvious but I'll still put it here
Other content
- OC content: might post stuff about my main story and the characters for the first (technically) time
- Drawings: not as confident to post but will do it occasionally
I climb into that yawning mouth; Death chokes on me.
various minecraft diaries x reader
You're dead. At least, you're supposed to be. Instead of being⌠wherever you're supposed to go after you pass away, though, you're here, living out your second life in the sort of world you could only read about in your first.
It's not horrible at all. Your second set of parents can afford you a comfortable lifestyle, being well-connected merchants, and what they cannot buy you with money they more than make up for in affection. But there are just certain thingsâhazy and familiar, like memories strung between dreams. The symbol of your divine Lady, a blooming lotus, cast in silver upon your father's wrist. A girl with fire for hair and a penchant for rainbows. A gentle, calloused hand pulling you from the bustling crowd. And that name, a wretched word whose significance is just out of reach: Ro'meave.
For eight years, you think that you will spend the rest of your life chasing the importance of these small things. You chase them into the markets, into the woods, into the libraries of oversea citiesâand then a Ro'meave, freckled legs bent like a fawn, throws a rock at you, and you find that you remember everything.
warning! fem!reader; reader has an established personality and an in-universe background/family (physical attributes are not described!); the occasional character POV switch; depictions of violence; catholic-like religious practices; and more
each chapter will have its own list of warnings, so please do read carefully. i also try my best to make my reader as inclusive/vague as possible, but i'm not perfect and might subconsciously write the reader with a certain image in mind. feel free to (politely) let me know if i miss anything (tags and reader depictions) and i'll adjust accordingly! ^^
THIS IS CROSSPOSTED ON AO3 (thesacreligious)
彥 ⥠first multi part fic for the aphverse!!!!! let's #Hope that this doesn't die out like all my other multi part works.....
Prelude
I: To (re)adjust
II: Unfamiliar? faces
III: Blessings and Curses
...and more to come!
Šarienic 2025. Do not repost, copy, or claim any of my works as your own. Do not feed them into AI.
a Spider hc on my mind rn is that he has mild burns all over his body, mostly his legs. this is due to the fact that, even if it was truly their best possible guess, the Na'vi/Resistances idea of when the first RDA ships would land were off. due to not knowing how their space travel tech had advance, or how they intended on touching ground. far enough so, that Spider happened to sneak out of Hellsgate the same night, wanting space from his fosters, from other humans and their metal, the reminders of what he really was. how out of place he was.
only to get caught in the spreading burn zone. just barely able to outrun the flames. the worst of them at least. he felt the destruction of his home in his own skin. and it felt like penance.
Wait Iâm very confused with the current discourse about the matchmaking systemâŚI thought it was so obviously put that it was bad and that almost every character in kotlc despises it and that itâs a system that needs to be overthrownâŚlike that very fact doesnât need to be interpreted- itâs not even implied? Itâs like IN YOUR FACE. So much so that even ALVAR is against it like Iâm actually confused /gen
ERROR [] Can/not inject torm -nt. T0rment must be 100% accidental
$: I must hand it to you G_an_. your mind was always resourceful.
theory time. Scratch had a brain tumor and was aware he was going to die from it. in attempt to thwart death, he made Caine capable of hosting brain scans into digital bodies - making that, in fact, Caine's "mission" or "function." (we hear him during his final crashout saying he's just trying to do what he was programmed to do, but Kinger in his flashback says they never made Caine for anything like this.) due to Caine's instability from swallowing Abel, this manifested in a way Scratch didn't want, thus leading to the first abstraction
I'm willing to bet the text above is one of three things:
-either Bubble acting as the warden for the coding (a lot of other lines are very bubble-esque)
-Scratch's lingering consciousness attempting to still live forever and keep Caine running at any cost
-what remains of Abel pulling the trigger, aka the fellow AI that we see Caine eating at the beginning.
its like, picture perfect, because there's a bunch of heads bobbing in the way, but there's a line out of nowhere when Kinger is trying to stop the program from locking him out-
the percentages is the lockout initializing, and Kinger trying to press (Y) to cancel initializing it - however if you check the bottom third, out of nowhere lies the line "are you ready to delete caine? [Y/N] and Kinger, who's been pressing [Y] over and over trying to stop the lockout, accidentally deletes Caine- but why did that question pop up in the first place? The rest of the WACKYTIME routine speaks like Bubble, saying things like "that's a REALLY WACKY WORD but its not WACKY ENOUGH!" and things like that
who said it?
in any case there's a lot of questions going on here- for instance, most people (Ragatha, Kinger, the C&A crew) appear to be implemented on October 15th, but through different years (1996, 1999, 2008) but Kinger's login is from October 30th. lets all explode
as a note @getvalentined pointed most of this out to me because she can read a lot of this shit freehand
Let me get this straightâŚQuan locked Tam in a room for two fucking days because he accidentally spilt some ink on that bitchâs sleeve? I- Iâm sorry what?? SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK- SOMEBODY HOLD ME THE FUCK BACK CAUSE WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT
it's funny because i used to defend the way each of the characters acted in stellarlune but now that i'm rereading it, i realize how weird they actually did act towards each other. to the point that i wonder if any of them are real friends
first, NOBODY standing up for sophie when she burned down the storehouse. 'oh no now the neverseen are coming for us!!' girl what do you think they were doing the past eight and a half books? chasing sunshine and rainbows?
then sophie being so mean to dex while hailing him? like i get that keefe just ran away but that's your best friend. maybe stop pushing for answers when he starts crying
tam not defending anyone except glimmer. like his entire role in the book was just glimmer defender. him staying quiet while everyone was confronting sophie and only speaking up when rayni was mentioned was one thing. what do you mean he half SMILED when everyone thought forkle was about to scold her?? 'glad i'm not you'??
while i'm on the topic of tam can we also talk about how everyone acts like he's been changed by the neverseen and he's evil now?? like did nobody speak up for him?? biana defended tam for the EXACT same reason multiple times in legacy but now that he's actually back she's silent??
okay where was biana anyway
also why was linh so mean. i think she definitely had the right to be mad and confused since her brother was literally kidnapped by the neverseen, and also because i think tam and linh have a cough cough unhealthy relationship. but it felt so excessive sometimes like wdym youâre glaring at SOPHIE for defending glimmer? i also hated how she and stina became close despite how mean stina was being to sophie and the others
i love the detail of tam being the one to make sure calla didnât get left behind (while linh led them across the water in ravagog), since the gnomes took care of him and linh while they lived in the neutral territories
Omg yay!!! Ik u already have to many for him I hope ur not tired of him yet đ
Aukmenrah x gn reader where reader is a new part of an exhibit (I was thinking like Pompeii or roman/greek like along those timelines but ill leave it up to u :)) and while Larry is showing them around they meet up with Auk who explains the tablet but while trying to understand him, reader is just looking at him like he hung the stars and Auk starts to get flustered. It's like that between them for a while, like a school crush, and Larry makes it a mission to eventually get them together and becomes Auk's wing man <3
Notes: amazingly no, i am not tired of our dearest ahk but you have GOT to tell me why you spell Ahkmenrah's name like that </3 i made the reader from the islamic golden age since that's what i'm writing about in my book. hope thats satisfactory!
WC: 2k
+
It was startling, your first awakeningââyou were one of few exhibits who immediately realized something was not quite right with your existence. For you, it was because you had no memories. You were not a copy of some great historical figure or the remnants of a skeleton; you were a wax doll, there only to demonstrate the clothes of the time.
The nightguard, standing in front of you as the sun set and you shimmered into living, offered you a hand to help you down from your pedestal.
"My name's Larry. Larry Daley," he said. "Welcome to the museum."
"MÄ? 'Ayna ana?"
A long sigh and grimace ran through him. He put his hands on his hips, muttered something to himself, then said something to you, beckoning you along. You glanced aroundââthe shining floors and tall ceilings, the myriad of creatures and humans in the long hall. You decided it would be best to listen, even if you didn't know what he wanted.
"OkayâŚ" he mumbled beneath his breath. he then, in a rather thick accent, introduced himself in your language. "I am Larry Daley."
"Uhuh," you said, lifting your chin. "IâŚ"
You frowned. You weren't sure what your name was. Another hint that something was seriously wrong.
"I don't know my name," you said, but he seemed not to understand you.
He took you through the halls and large rooms of what appeared to be a palace with many treasures on display. Unfortunately, no one seemed to be able to speak your language, and so all of Larry's explanations fell on deaf ears. After a rather long walk through a section filled with crystals and minerals, you circled back round to the main part of the building, with its warmly coloured walls and decorated arches.
Rising up to the second floor, you turned down a hall filled with what you recognized as ancient Egyptian artifacts. You stopped in front of a few showcases, tilting your head curiously to the side as your eyes scanned blankly over the informational plaques, unable to identify the language.
Larry pulled you along.
Tumbling over your feet, you barely caught sight of the giant, moving jackal statues staring you down before you were in the next room, bathed in a dim, golden light. Distracted by the multitude of hieroglyphs around youââthe art and mystery of which was a fascination of your timeââyou payed little attention to the quiet conversation Larry was holding with another person. Eventually you turned around, peeked over Larry's shoulder, and stopped dead in your tracks.
His beauty was a near perfect image of the ancient Pharaonic carvings. Your heart sped tenfold as you gawked at himââhis khol-lined pale eyes, his soft lips stretched into a smile, the revelation of his tanned waist revealed between tresses of sewn gold. It was rather inappropriate, you knew, but somehow you couldn't stop yourself.
His eyes shifted and fell on you. You stiffened.
A keen smile creeped across his face, eyes narrowing. He said something, something you couldn't understand, and Larry replied in conversation. You attempted to hide a little further behind Larry's shoulder, but the nightguard stepped to the side and revealed you in your entirety.
You froze, then tucked your hands behind your back, straightening your posture.
"So, you are new," the Pharaoh said, lifting his chin in your direction.
You perked up. He knew your language.
"Yes, I am. You know how to speak Arabic?"
"I know many languages, fortunately for Larry," he said with a teasing lilt, glancing to Larry. "He says you don't know your name. Is that true?"
"I suppose so," you said quietly. "Do you know why that is?"
"I believe I do, if you'll lend me the time to explain," he said, offering a hand. You slowly, reluctantly, took it. "I am the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah, from many thousands of years before your time. And you are from some thousand years before this time."
He proceeded to explain the magic of his tablet, which you would've never believed without having been a product of it yourselfââsomething which took you a long while to realize and come to terms with. Though, perhaps, you might've understood faster and more thoroughly if you had been paying attention. Instead, most of your mind was caught up in staring at Ahkmenrah and absorbing his beauty.
"The tablet was â wasâŚ" Ahk paused, his face flushing as he glanced between you and the tablet on the wall. "⌠was, um, constructed by my," he cleared his throat, "father⌠millenia ago."
You stared.
"It is, um, powered by Iah, the moon, which - which is whyâŚ" he chuckled weakly, eyes shining, "⌠why it only, uh, activates during the night."
Beside you, Larry crossed his arms, a soft huff leaving his chest. You continued to stare.
"Do you⌠have any questions?" He asked, tugging at his bejewelled collar.
"I don't think so," you said slowly.
"Well, um, if you do," he said, stepping forward and placing a hand on your back to guide you down the hall, "I better answer them tomorrow night. The sun will rise soon, and it is best if we all return to our places. Otherwise the general populace will discover our nature and I am sure it would be better kept a secret. People tend to become scared when confronted with that which they do not understand. Yes?"
You nodded vaguely, still looking up at him. He glanced down at you, his face still darkened by a warm blush, and immediately looked up ahead once more, avoiding your pointed gaze.
Larry led you the rest of your way back to your exhibit, which was filled with inner architecture and room design of the typical Islamic household of your time. You stepped back up into your place, smoothed down your many layers of clothing, and faded back out of living.
During the nights, you occupied your time by watching the Pharaoh. Few others knew how to speak to you, and try as Larry might to learn Arabic, his pronunciation was poor at best and his understanding rather weak. Your own English was coming along slowly. Yet despite the fact that Ahk was one of the only people you could communicate with, you found it difficult to interact with him. Most thought escaped your mind and you found yourself entranced by the majesty with which he held himself, even if it was dampened by his nervous blushing. You relinquished yourself to watching from afar.
You sighed, legs dangling over the edge of the balcony as you watched the party on the floor below. Ahk was an identifiable streak of gold amongst the costumes and exhibits, and Larry, the opposite of him who blended in, stood beside him. They were conversing quietly, with muted hand gestures as they stood to the side of the action.
Then, between words, Larry pointed up at you.
Your eyes widened and you quickly withdrew your legs from between the bannister poles, stood, and hurried away.
Your exhibit was rather small; just a single presentation in a hall detailing middle eastern culture. Out of all the artefacts on display, you were the only one to animate at night, which made the hall a rather lonely and silent one. You sat on your low couch, far more ornate than you figured you deserved as a nameless thing, and stared at your hands.
It was inappropriate, your behaviourââgawking after someone. Your emotions on the matter were beyond confusing. Traditionally, being Muslim, your curiosity in the Pharaoh could not extend beyond scholastic. After all, he was a polytheist. But his Gods were real, just as real as your God. His Gods brought you to life. You wondered as you stared blankly down if a blank, nameless wax doll could even have a religion.
At least Ahkmenrah was a real person.
Quiet footsteps began to echo, swirling round the empty halls and growing slowly louder. You noticed it faintly and hoped you blended in to the intricately woven carpets and carved wood facades.
Alas, the footsteps stopped in front of you, and as you looked up you found the Pharaoh standing in front of you, his hands folded neatly in front of him.
"May I join you?" He asked, gesturing to the raised platform.
You nodded. He smiled in return, and took a seat beside you.
"Your exhibit is much nicer than mine. Well-made furniture⌠though it is as quiet as mine," he said, chuckling softly.
You shrugged, tucking your hands between your knees.
"Yours is nice," you said quietly.
He nodded vaguely, and the two of you stewed in an awkward silence for a moment. Ahk's eyes wandered about, then finally settled on you, long eyelashes accentuating his makeup.
"How are you enjoying your time here?" He asked, turning towards you. "You've kept mostly to yourself."
"Well, there's not much to say to most people," you mumbled. "They do try, which is nice. But it's not the same. And I feel⌠different to the others."
"Different?" He repeated. "How is that?"
"I have a vague idea of my culture, but no actual memories. I know you and Larry gave me a name but it's not even from my own culture," you said. "So⌠it doesn't have anything to do with the others. Just my own troubles."
"I'm afraid I don't know many Persian names. I⌠had hoped the name I chose would be suitable," he said.
You couldn't help the smile on your face, as bashful as it was. A blush crept up your cheeks. You had no idea what the name meant, but the fact that he had taken the time to name you somethingââthat your only identity was related to himââfuelled something warm and comforting within you.
"It's a nice name," you said, "even if I do not know what it means."
"Um, wellâŚ" he trailed off, his face growing ever redder, "it's⌠rather embarrassing, actually."
He lowered his head, scratching at the back of his neck subtly. You quirked your head to the side.
"You gave me an embarrassing name?" You asked, raising a brow.
"No, not at all," he said quickly, meeting your eye. "I suppose it's really only embarrassing for me that I am the one who gave you the name, because it is⌠it is a rather sentimental name."
"Sentimental?" You chuckled. "What do you mean by that?"
He fell silent, his mouth opening and closing as he seemed to debate whether or not to tell you. His eyes darted here and there, but eventually settled on you, and as his hands gripped his skirt tightly he offered you a diffident smile.
"Well, Meri⌠if you do truly wish to know⌠your name means 'love', in my language."
Your eyes widened as slowly as your realization. Ahkmenrah, unfortunately not privy to your thoughts, melted in his seat and began to stammer some excuse.
"I didn't mean it in any â any bad way, which is to say, I wanted you to feel welcome, and youâŚ"
He pursed his lips, sucking in a sharp breath.
"⌠you have so much love in your eyes," he finally said, his voice quiet and diminutive.
You had thought just a minute ago that you couldn't get any warmerââthat you had reached the full extent of your embarrassment, absorbed wholly in your own flustered cocoon of thoughts. You hadn't imagined your admiration of him was so overwhelming so as to be visible. When you finally recognized the sensations in your body once more, you realized your mouth was hanging open.
"I hope I haven't offended you," he said quietly.
"No, not at all," you said, reaching forward to place a hand on his. "Actually, I was hoping I didn't disturb you with my, um.. staring."
"Not at all," he replied with a smile, intertwining your fingers with his. "I find it quite endearing. Even as a Pharaoh, though being much admired, none would dare gaze upon me with such obvious⌠well, adoration. It's something I enjoy about being in this time. Less fear of expression."
You nodded and hummed, your smile sweet on your lips.
"So you don't mind it then?" You asked, looking up with glowing eyes.
"I would prefer you talk to me rather than just stare, but⌠I suppose⌠even desiring your company in greater intimacy⌠I could 'make do' with watching you from afar in return," he said, a coy smile on his face.
You blushed, looking down at your hands together on his lap.
"I will⌠do my best to talk to you more," you said.
"I appreciate the effort, my love," he said, and lifted your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your palm.
PAIRING:
King Ahkmenrah x Gender Neutral Reader
SYNOPSIS:
King Ahkmenrah was known for his composure and graceful mannerisms. However, every time you're near, it seems to disappearâleading to endless amusement for the museum exhibits. You find it all adorable.
The museum after dark was always a strange sort of circusâcowboys yelling at Romans, monkeys stealing keys, and Teddy Roosevelt forever trying to keep order. You had been in the mix for only a short while, your exhibit recently added to the collection, but somehow youâd already become part of the gang.
Which is why you were a little confused when everyone seemed to be watching you.
Larry tried (and failed) to look casual as he passed you in the hallway, muttering something about âbig news.â Octavius and Jedediah kept elbowing each other every time you walked by. Even Sacagawea offered you a small, knowing smile. The weirdest was Teddy, who finally rode up to you on his horse with that booming voice of his.
âAh, Y/N! King Ahkmenrah has very important news to share with you this evening!â
You blinked. âImportant news?â
âIndeed!â Teddy puffed up proudly, then cantered off before you could ask what the hell that meant.
Thatâs how you ended up standing in front of Ahkmenrahâs golden tablet-lit chamber, awkwardly clearing your throat. The pharaoh was already waiting, his robe and jewels gleaming faintly in the lamplight, though the way he straightened when he saw you almost made him drop the tablet in his hands.
âTeddy said you had something important to tell me.â you said, curious.
Ahkmenrah froze. His eyes went wide, and for a moment he looked very much like a deer caught in headlightsâa regal deer, sure, but a deer nonetheless. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then finally blurted: âIâŚI did not know that Lawrence wore glasses.â
Silence.
ââŚWhat?â
The kingâs face flushed crimson, his lips pressing together in horror. âIâwhat I meant wasâthat isââ He waved his hands helplessly, stumbling over words in a way youâd never seen before. The pharaoh who usually spoke with the grace of a poet was suddenly tongue-tied. âImportant news! Yes. I meantâŚthat Lawrenceââ He gave up, groaning under his breath.
Behind you, you could swear you heard Octavius snort and Jedediah whisper. âSmooth, real smooth.â
You raised a brow, trying not to smile. âSo, the big important news is that Larry wears glasses?â
Ahkmenrah buried his face in his hand. âNo. That is not what I wished to say.â His voice cracked slightly, soft and earnest. âWhat I wished to say wasâŚyou make my nights brighter than the tablet itself, and Iââ He broke off again, shoulders slumping in defeat.
Something in your chest warmed at his flustered honesty. For all his royal dignity, Ahkmenrah was still, at the core, just a young man trying to find his words.
You stepped closer, watching his eyes widen again. âYouâre cute when youâre nervous, you know that?â
His mouth parted in astonishment, but before he could respond, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. The gold of his skin flushed even warmer, and for once, the great king of the museum was speechless.
âGoodnight, Pharaoh.â you said with a grin, before walking away.
Behind you, Ahkmenrah touched the spot where your lips had brushed, a dazed smile spreading across his face as the rest of the gang erupted into muffled cheers.
GENERAL NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM HEADCANONS - Main 7 characters
SUMMARY: Just some headcanons I have always had based on the characters and the way the movie portrays them.
If you would like to request more characters, please refer to my NATM MASTERLIST for the characters, and send your request!
WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, romance, discussions of trauma, funny moments, flashbacks, mentions of loss, mentions of betrayal, mentions of homesickness, reader is mentioned a bit. My opinions! đą
Any facts I wasn't sure of I used wiki fandom!
AHKMENRAH:
As many people have suggested, Ahk is a HUGE cat person. Before he was left in the sarcophagus for 4000 years, he had 100s and 1000s of cats. Different breads, both female and male, long royal names for each one. But his favourite will always be his childhood cat that started his love for the feline animal.
Out of all characters, Ahk experiences the most homesickness. This could be because he was barely 18 before he died, so he still has a touch of childhood in his soul.
Always ready and eager to learn something new, or info dump on the closest set of ears. When he gets with reader, he waits patiently for the âsafe zoneâ to spill every fact about his time. Also things he read in books at Cambridge and the museum. You could call him a broken tap!
One way that calms him down is humming nursery rhymes, and songs his Mother used to sing to him. The main time it works impeccably is when he thinks of his brotherâs betrayal.
Since the tablet was first created, his (along with his family) soul has always had a strong connection to night. So he goes to the roof top, or a window and star gazes anytime he can.
Ahkmenrah will defend the Kardashian and Jenner women until the end of time (if you know, you know đ).
When he is introduced to chocolate, Garlic bread, sour gummy candies and Iced water. He felt like he met heaven.
Is very serious, yet still his usual gentle and kind self, when it comes to romantic relationships. He will take each step at a time, really wanting to get to know his potential partner. Consent Pharaoh, drinks his âI respect womenâ juice, will ask you to be his officially at the four month mark, and will not kiss your lips until you are official.
Absolutely dreads sunrise, as the wraps take as he would say âa whole millenniumâ to get them back on. At the beginning he would get Teddy and Larry to help him, but it becomes a special thing between him and reader.
Ahk most likely feels the most safe and comfortable around Larry, as he has moments where he needs advice or guidance from a father figure.
Ahkmenrah loves a good, lighthearted, non offensive prank. When he and Nick hang out, chaos will follow.
Both Sacagawea and Ahkmenrah supported each other when getting adjusted to not being trapped in their exhibits. This started their friendship.
When he became a DJ, he felt his death age the most. He found a passion that he could learn, perfect and show it off to the people he cares most about
OCTAVIUS:
Octavius talks about Rome so much that he definitely fits the stereotype of âyou make your background your whole personalityâ. He will get defensive if the stereotype is mentioned.
If he and Jed were to be parents, they would 100% have adopted 2 Girls and 2 boys. Octavius would surprisingly be the fun Dad.
Before Larry, he had a massive hatred towards the night guards. He was fine with being locked up, he had his comrades. What angered him was the derogatory comments made by the guards. It took months upon months to wake up and not be filled with immediate dread.
He is a BIG chick flick fan! He also loves the whole concept of Christmas, so his favourite flick would be Love Actually.
He can read Dexter like an open book. he learns the signs of Dexterâs cheeky behavior to avoid another âPompeiiâ situation.
Each time he hears any sword noises he smiles to himself and whispers to himself, âAh Rome, you were a wonderful empire to be apart ofâ
He is also an avid info dumper, so there can be hours of time where he and Ahkmenrah bond over their âancient timesâ. The 2 find so many similarities and differences that leave them fascinated to learn more.
The Cowboy hat rule, also applies for his helmet. And he will only take it off for extended periods of time if Jedediah is present. This is because he would kill for a head scratch.
Octavius will slip into Latin whenever he is feeling intense levels of emotion (positive). The amount of times it has happened, has resulted in everyone, including reader, being able to understand the language and somewhat communicate.
He uses the Latin version of pet names for Jed. He mainly uses âAmica meaâ (my love), âPuer meus vaccaâ (my cowboy), âSolis radiusâ (sun ray) and âMutum Asinumâ (dumb ass).
Octavius is the type to bottle his emotions when something has deeply upset him. It takes a lot to get him to take the cap off and explain why he is feeling the way he is.
Octavius is super supportive of other religions and cultures. Which is super rare given Romans pride themselves on their religion and culture above everything.
When Octavius discovered the front desks computer, he immediately (with great struggle since the apparatus had not been made yet) he became so obsessed with it you could call him a teenager. He honestly gatekept it for ages before he found something that Jedediah would like and then it became their fun activity before sunrise.
JEDEDIAH:
Jedediah definitely has ADHD to a certain degree (This is coming from someone who is definitely has it but has yet to be officially diagnosed đ), and has to be redirected to the main topic at least 3 times a day.
When he was trapped in the hourglass by Kahmunrah, he did everything in his power to cause havoc. Jedediah wasn't stuck with Kahmunrah, Kahmunrah was stuck with Jedediah!!
When Octavius showed him he computer, he consumed every piece of western media as he wanted to know how people perceived his time period.
He gets along with everyone, and only hates people if they have treated the people he cares about in a negative way. He is more then willing to take the blame or pain for others.
Jed will take a secret to his grave, but he will sometimes tell Octavius so technically they will be taking it to the grave. He will not tell him if the person who confided in him, was going through a difficult time. He understands boundaries...to a certain extent.
Jed is a HUGE foodie, and has a tendency to say "are you going to finish that?" even if the person eating is literally chewing their food. he would kill for anything that has an element of bread. Hence why he doesn't shut up about flapjacks.
His way of showing he is really angry or upset is going completely, utterly, eerily silent. It honestly makes people get the creeps, since they are so used to his upbeat usual self.
He can feel lost at times in regards to being a museum exhibit. He has organic thoughts of the future, but then he remembers he's a miniature figurine and feels this overwhelming sense of identity dysphoria. Reader (who is either another night guard or a child of a staff member) helps him feel more human, with a sense of purpose.
His favourite western movie is Tombstone, and quotes "I'm your Huckleberry" whenever people call for him. it brings him immense joy.
In his time, I see him having a female dog named Bonnie and a male cat named Blaize. He mentions this to Larry and he sends in a request at the sculpting department to make them for him. Larry makes sure no detail is left unadded. When Jedediah wakes up 2 nights later he is greeted with the familiar bark, and meow that he remembered so clearly.
Jed has an assigned swear jar and adds to it 20+ times a night.
ATTILA:
ATTILA IS INSANLY GOOD WITH KIDS! He has that scene at the end of the second movie, which backs me up here. But even before then I got this vibe that if you accidently left your child near his exhibit, he would be the Tony Stark of the museum and think "Get me the adoption papers now!".
When Attila and the Huns discovered Harry potter, they became obsessed as it fits their belief in magic. They have watched all seven movies a concerning amount of time each.
Attila was a huge help with getting Ahkmenrah adjusted to his new normal. When he first noticed Ahk's struggles he didn't think twice before he put a hand on his shoulder, asked him to go for a walk and got him to open up. He is like the uncle you go to when your parents "Just don't get it!".
Attila 100% has a RIWTKYF, "Resting I Want To Kill You Face". This has been one of many reasons why some of his friendships with the other exhibits took a while to come to fruition.
When Nick was still young, he politely asked Attila if he could try on his helmet. Larry tried to lecture him, stating "It is sacred Nick, that is not ok". Larry received a slap to the back of the head by Attila, with a "Shush". He placed the Helmet on Nicks head and told the Huns "He is the leader for the night!". Nick Had a blast to say the least.
Speaking of Attila's Helmet, he has heard a lot of drama sessions from Jed and Octavius. sometimes he joins in, sometimes he is happy to just listen.
Attila lowkey can't stand the Neaderthal's constant "FIRE FIRE FIRE" sometimes. He can hear it either next to him or down the hallway and it gives him a serious headache. Ahk will offer his exhibit for some relief.
Before Attila passed away he had just been married, so he often wonders what happened to his wife and misses her deeply. Larry and reader enjoy reading books to him, so he knows about her life. He left the room with a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes.
Teddy and Attila definitely have conversations/interactions that show they are stuck in their 40s/50s. I'm talking getting frustrated with technology, not understanding modern day slang, saying "Back in my day" and the "Dad grunt".
If Attila discovered music, he would LOVE the band The Village people, his favourite song is "In the navy". He asks Larry or reader to put the song on by pointing to the computer saying "Navy please".
Attila had the hardest time adjusting to waking up from the tablet. because he also needed to take care of his Huns. He pretended to be strong and that the whole situation wasn't affecting him at all, when in reality he was losing it inside.
SACAGAWEA:
Sacagawea was so relived when the glass on her exhibit wasnât fixed. She was dreading going back to only hearing the Clark brothers yapping.
Sacagawea was low key checking Teddy out to, but the glass was stopping her from getting his attention.
When Sacagawea meets reader (for the sake of the point reader has ribcage length hair) she is so happy to meet another woman, that her way of bonding is offering to braid readers hair. As she braids they talk and get to know each other.
She may be a soft spoken and rational person but get her mad, and she her voice will ring in her ears for weeks.
Sacagawea got a photo of Teddy, and hid it in her clothes when the tablet wasnât in the museum and in London.
Ahkmenrah, Sacagawea and Teddy create a ânew exhibit adjustment programâ for new or moved exhibits. They wouldâve love that, so they started it for them to fill that void.
Sacagawea is always the logical voice of reason when there is a difficult situation happening. Letâs just say that the men of the museum would be done for without her đ
When Sacagawea first sees a woman in pants she is so happy to know that women get to do the same things as men in modern day. Reader loves explaining the history of feminism.
Sacagaweaâs love language with Teddy is acts of service, which we get a taste for when she helps connect his lower body back to his upper body. Teddy is still trying to give her the perfect thank you gift, but she kindly refuses them saying she is happy to just be with him.
She has the job of scolding Dexter when heâs being naughty because he is low key scared of her.
When she discovers music and movies she loves 70s soft pop and action romance.
Her way of knowing how fast time was going was watching Nick grow up. Each time she noticed even the smaller changes in his appearance, voice or personality Sacagawea would feel a huge shift in time.
TEDDY:
Teddy requests a newspaper that has the current state of the USâ politics. He has on many occasions thrown it in the air, walked towards the door screaming âI AM GOING TO TEACH THEM HOW TO RUN A CONTRY!â. Lucky Sacagawea has stopped him every time.
When he gives advice itâs either well thought out and considerate of oneâs emotions, or he is straight to the point and cutthroat. Absolutely no in between.
Teddy and Ahk had a very awkward period of time because Teddy felt bad for shutting him up instead of helping him get out of his sarcophagus. Ahk being Ahk put it passed him and they got on like a house on fire.
When everyone dances and has fun, he is more happy to be watching on the side. He claims heâs âto oldâ to be dancing, reader disagrees and gets him to let loose on the dance floor!
He started the swear jar for Jed, as he got sick of âFuck thisâ âshitâ âasshole!â Every single sentence. Once the jar was full he took the money and put it towards the upkeep of the museum. His way of paying for something as it made him feel human again.
He definitely called MEMEs âMeh Mehsâ for the first year of knowing about them.
He couldnât find Sir Lancelot serious at all!! Every time he spoke Teddy covered his mouth to hide his smile or laugh. He was so close to calling him âThe foolâ âsir Erikâ or âJingle-elotâ.
Teddyâs hat or pockets are Jedediah and Octaviusâs backup travel option if Attila was unable to help with transportation.
His role in the NEAP is to show the new exhibit around and get them adjusted to the place they will temporarily/permanently call home for their time there.
When he first Jump scared Larry, he realised how evilly joyful it was and makes it his mission to scare him every night.
Teddyâs way of passing time before getting ready for sunrise is making sure Texas is looking sharp and clean. He enjoys having a quiet conversation while he listens to the brush run through Texasâ Maine.
After the âAt their size, theyâll bake like tiny little scarabs in the SinaiâŚtoo dark?â Moment with Ahkmenrah. He can be a little scared of him at times đ
He loves the 3 seconds of âwarmthâ the sun gives him before he goes to sleep. Thats when he feels most human.
LARRY:
Larry after a while had the realisation that the instructions were actually the ways the prior guards used to punish them, and burned it. From this he wrote a whole new instruction guide to help the newer guards after him.
He has created a schedule for the Easter island statue because there were some close calls near sunrise. But he wonât stop giving him his âGum Gumâ as it causes the worst earthquakes from his screams!
He may have a love-hate relationship with Dexter, but he is ready to defend the capuchin with his whole heart.
When Nick was young he set up a little âbedroomâ for him so he could sleep there on school nights and not be affected the next day. Is incredibly lenient to letting him have a sleep in or skip school when there is a reasonable gap between each time.
When Mr McPhee has pissed him off a little too much, he has 100% planned ways to beat home up or kill him.
He has shown the civil war dudes what NASCAR is and they become obsessed. He feels really proud of himself for it.
Shit talks about Kahmunrah with Ahkmenrah. They have the an ungodly amount of glee from it.
He cannot hold a romantic relationship to save his life! But once he starts teaching he meets his forever partner at the front desk of the collage he works at 7 years into the job. Nick approved immediately.
He took inspiration from Star Wars for his flashlight tricks, and will on occasion make lightsaber noises.
It still trips Larry out thatâs he met, made eye contact and spoke to Hugh Jackman, and sometimes he needs to sit down and process it.
He loves to put on Kahmunrahâs lisp from time to time to make jedediah laugh when heâs feeling down. Jed is always left in stitches after.
He has nightmares of the multi-headed snake at least once a month. This causes him to develop a deep fare of snakes in general.
PAIRING:
King Ahkmenrah x Gender Neutral Reader
SYNOPSIS:
A new exhibit has been unveiled at the museum, and it brings out Ahkmenrah's clingy and possessive side.
The museum had always been busy around your exhibit. Children pressed their palms to the glass, breath fogging the surface as they stared in awe. Adults lingered longer than they intended, reading the placard twice, craning their necks as if expecting you to move even before nightfall. Guides spoke your name with reverence.
You were part of a royal lineage, after all. An artifact that felt alive, even with your coffin sealed tight. Ahkmenrah always joked about it.
âThey adore you,â heâd said one evening as you walked the halls together, hands already loosely entwined. His tone had been amused, fond rather than bitter. âIf I were a lesser king, I might feel threatened.â
You laughed, bumping your shoulder into his. âYou? Threatened? Please.â
Ahkmenrah smiled, warm and unguarded, but his fingers tightened just a little around yours, as if the idea wasnât entirely ridiculous.
Your king was beloved. Not just because he possessed the tablet that brought the museum to life at nightfall, but because he ruled with kindness rather than fear. He listened. He compromised. He laughed easily and treated emperors and cowboys alike as equals.
That was why no one expected what came next.
The museum acquired a new exhibit. Larry kept the details vague. Something about a recently recovered piece, closely tied to your dynasty. Another royal, though of a lesser branch. Younger. Preserved impeccably.
You didnât think much of it. Until night fell.
You and Ahkmenrah were walking together when Teddy appeared on his horse, beaming as he escorted a new figure through the hall. They looked around with open wonder, eyes wide, posture tentative but eager.
âAnd here we are,â Teddy announced proudly. âThe royal wing. And theseââ he gestured with a flourish, ââare Y/N and King Ahkmenrah. His tablet is the very thing that brings us all to life.â
You felt Ahkmenrah straighten beside you, pride evident in the lift of his chin. Where you expected questions, reverence, curiosity, directed toward your king, the newcomerâs gaze bypassed him entirely.
They looked at you.
Their expression softened, something bright and unmistakably smitten flickering across their face. âI seeâŚâ they murmured, breathless.
You felt Ahkmenrah lean closer, his shoulder brushing yours, his body subtly positioning itself between you and the newcomer. His other hand came up to rest against your lower back, thumb tracing a slow, grounding circle.
âThey are my partner.â he said smoothly, before you could speak. His voice was pleasant, polite, yet unmistakably final.
The newcomer blinked, startled. âOh. Iâmy apologies.â
Ahkmenrah smiled, but it did not reach his eyes. âNo harm done,â he replied. âBut do be mindful. Some things in this museum are not meant to be admired too closely.â
Teddy cleared his throat, sensing the shift, and ushered the newcomer onward. âPlenty more to see, my friend.â As they walked away, the newcomer glanced back at you, only to find Ahkmenrah already watching them, gaze sharp and unwavering, his arm still firmly around you.
From then on, Ahkmenrah was rarely more than a step away. If you stopped to speak with anyone, he stood at your side, hand resting openly on your hip. When you walked, his fingers laced through yours. When you laughed, he leaned in, murmuring something only you could hear.
The newcomer tried to approach you again, smile hopeful, steps hesitant. But Ahkmenrah beat them to it. He reached for you first, pulling you gently but decisively against his chest, chin dipping to rest atop your head. âIs there something you require?â
The newcomer flushed. âI only wished to talk.â
âYou may speak,â Ahkmenrah said. âFrom there.â
The newcomer nodded a little too eagerly, clearly taking that as a challenge rather than a boundary. âWellâuh,â they began, smiling at you with hopeful sincerity, âI just wanted to say I admire so much about your exhibit. The craftsmanship, the history, theââ
The newcomer laughed awkwardly. âYes, well, both, really.â
You smiled politely, ever gracious despite the situation. âThatâs very kind of you. I hope youâre settling in well. Waking up in the museum can be overwhelming at first." Ahkmenrah made a quiet, displeased sound in his throat.
The newcomer perked up at your response, encouraged. âIt has been overwhelming, but seeing you has helped tremendously. I was hoping perhaps you could tell me more about your lineage? Maybe sometime later tonight?â
Ahkmenrahâs head tilted. You could practically feel him pouting behind you. âTelling stories is very tiring,â he said mildly. âThey require energy. And time. And attention.â
The newcomer shook his head. âOh! I wouldnât take much, I promise.â
Ahkmenrah stared at them. Long. Unblinking.
You sighed softly, already sensing where this was going, and lifted a hand to gently stroke through Ahkmenrahâs hair, fingers brushing over his crown in slow, soothing motions. âThere, there,â you murmured fondly, just loud enough for him to hear. âIâm just being polite.â
The effect was immediate.
His shoulders relaxed. His sulk dissolved into something smug and satisfied as he leaned fully into your touch, eyes half-lidding like a pampered cat. The newcomer watched this unfold in real time, expression slowly shifting from hopeful to devastated. You smiled up at Ahkmenrah, amused, continuing to scratch lightly at his scalp.
âYouâre incorrigible.â
The newcomer cleared their throat. âSo, about that conversation?â
Ahkmenrah glanced at them again, this time looking far more relaxed, dangerously so. âAh,â he said, bright. âYou may continue.â
The newcomer brightened. âWonderful! I was just sayingâ" Ahkmenrah leaned down and kissed the top of your head. ââthat your presence here is trulyââ Ahkmenrah kissed your temple. Then your cheek. Then murmured, far too sweetly:
âI love you.â
The newcomer stopped talking altogether. âI think,â they said weakly, âI will return to my display.â
âA wise decision.â
As the newcomer retreated, you laughed softly, fingers still combing through Ahkmenrahâs hair. âYou didnât have to intimidate them that badly.â
âI didnât intimidate anyone,â Ahkmenrah replied, settling more comfortably against you. âI simply existed affectionately.â
You raised an eyebrow. âYou practically hissed.â
âI did not,â he said, affronted, then paused. ââŚPerhaps internally.â
