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zzoupz · 2 years

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#all quotes are from tumblr lol #natm #night at the museum #natm ahkmenrah #natm kahmunrah #natm lancelot #natm nick daley #natm jedediah #natm sacagawea #natm al capone #natm ivan the terrible #ivan the awesome #natm napoleon #zoup art

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lidensword · 1 year

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Ivan: "...I think you guys are missing dhe point."

#Poor Ivan XD #incorrect quote #night at the museum #natm OCs #Ivan the Awesome #Dimitri Vavilov (OC)#Sergei Kovalevsky (OC)#Andrey Tcherenkov (OC)#my drawings

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wonderlands-ass · 11 months

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Once again absolutely ZERO inspo for stupid memes so have this stupid drawing of my faves.

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Al, holding a gun to Larry's head: Any last requests, pig?

Larry: Uh, yeah, loosen the knot and let me go.

Ivan, Napoleon, and Al: *Look at eachother, confused* Oh...

Ivan, Napoleon, and Al: *All look to Kah* Do we let him go??

Kahmunrah:

Kahmunrah: Of course we don't let him go!!

#they're such idiots XDD #kah is struggling. always.#Incorrect Quote #Incorrect Quotes #IQs #NATM2 #NATM 2 #Night At The Museum; Battle of the Smithsonian #NATM2 Rogues #NATM Incorrect Quote #Kahmunrah #Ivan The Awesome #NATM Al Capone #NATM Napoleon Boneparte

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retrobr · 2 years

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I had a shitty sketch that I decided to breathe life into... that's how this drawing with Ivan the Terrible turned out :]

#there were a lot of problems with this drawing from the very beginning #but I don't regret spending time on this #fanart #my art #night at the museum #natm #natm 2 #battle of the smithsonian #ivan the terrible #ivan the awesome

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all-yn-oween · 2 years

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Jim and Ivan as Monsters High character? Anyone ?

LISTEN I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

Featuring Jim, who casually doesn’t know where Moscow is :’)

#night at the museum #natm #natm fandom #ivan natm #natm ocs #ivan the awesome #natm fanart #jimmy consentini (oc)#jim/ivan #jimmy/ivan #my art :)

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hr8nighteagle · 2 years

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Find the difference between these two images.

#night at the museum #night at the museum 2 #battle of the smithsonian #natm al capone #al capone #napoleon bonaparte #natm #natm 2 #natm napoleon #natm napoleon bonaparte #natm ivan the terrible #natm ivan the awesome #ivan the awesome #ivan the terrible #spy kids #spy kids 3D #spy kids 3D game over #spy kids toymaker

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64-jungle-planks · 2 years

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Back in Black (and White)

Howdy guys! Sorry this is a bit short and half a rewrite of the intro basement archives scene! I got back into Studio Ghibli films, especially The Secret World of Arrietty and Howls Moving Castle! I'm probably going to redraw some scenes from those films with NATM 2 characters (and a few of my own) soon, so be on the lookout for that!

I hope you enjoy! I don't have a proofreader anymore so I am sorry if there's any spelling mistakes, or any mess-ups in grammar, or anything else! This is mostly themed around Frank and Ralph Capone and has a bit of @lidensword's oc, Étienne in it!

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“Holy Shit, Frank? You’re alive?”

Frank Capone shook the glass bits off of his shoulders after busting through the glass that surrounded him. Looking around, he saw his brothers—Al and Ralph Capone, His cousin Francesco “Frank” Nitti, and his good friend and old boss, Johnny Torrio. Things were off though, Ralph and Al looked a little older than he remembered, they weren’t outside the Western Electric plant either, and, the thing that Frank thought the most out of place was, they were all black and white. They were all staring in disbelief at him, almost like he just said something that insulted their mother.

“What do you mean, Al? Ralphie, mph-!” Frank started to ask, but was quickly cut off when his older brother barreled into him, giving him a bone-crushing hug.

“Jesus Christ, Frank, it’s so fuckin’ good to see you alive again!” Ralph said, letting him go from the hug and putting his hands on Frank’s shoulders.

“Yeah, you too, Ralph. Wait-the fucks you mean ‘alive again’ n’ why are we all black n’ white like the sliva screens?” Frank asked, pushing Ralph away to look at his younger brother and his cousin.

“We'r still tryin’ to figure dat out ourselves, Frank,” Al stated, scratching the back of his neck. “And, you died. You died April 1st, 1924, at the plant from ‘em stool-pigeons while we were gettin’ people to vote for Klenha,” Al paused, putting down the briefcase he was holding and wiping his eyes with his thumb.

“Gah, they filled you with lead even before you could bring out your gat. They took yous down right in front o’ me n’ I couldn’t do anything about it,” Al said, slurring his words together the way he would when he got angry and clenching his fists.

Frank felt like the wind was knocked right out of him… he died?! There? Then? Why? If I could kill those asses, I would, Frank swore in his head.

“We stopped everythin’ for yous after yous died, Frank. The family missed you so much, I’m glad to see yous alive again,” Ralph said with a slight smile, trying to lighten up the mood.

“We’re glad to see yous again, brother,” Al started to smile too, coming over to pat him on the shoulder.

“We are too! We can finally get that dinner you promised me after that game at the lodge.” Nitti said, patting Torrio on the shoulder. Torrio nodded in agreement, pocketing his hands. That made Frank smile and chuckle a bit.

“Alright boys, let's see if we can find someone who can give us some answers,” Al said with a grin, clapping his hands together and picking up his briefcase.

Torrio grabbed some liquor bottles that were at the base of their glass prison, passing to the others as they started to walk towards the main part of the building they were in, towards a stone gate looking thing. Frank popped open his as he followed behind everyone else, with Ralph’s arm around his shoulders.

“I’m glad to hav’ yous back, bro,'' Ralph whispered to him, taking a swig from his own bottle. Frank shoved him and smiled.

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Napoleon Bonaparte, a French military leader and the first French emperor, pointed at Kahmunrah, an Egyptian king thrown from power, angrily. Kahmunrah put his hands up in defense, which made Napoleon back down.

“Yeah, is there goin’ to be killin’ involved? ‘Cause I’m really good at the killin’,” Al said with a snide grin. “It’s kinda my niche.”

“You never get no talk back from no corpse,” Frank said, curling his lip up in anger. Ralph turned to him, blinking in shock, and then smiled. Nitti patted him on the back.

“I think that’s nieesh,” Ivan the Terrible said, making Frank’s younger brother look over at him angrily.

“Nich,” Al hissed back, making Ralph snicker. He was quickly bumped in the side by Torrio before Al noticed it.

“D-duly noted,” Kahmunrah stuttered to Al, nodding his head and tapping his fingers together.

The Russian tsar rolled his eyes and looked back at Kahmunrah, taking a few steps forward, “If we are talking about world domination, then of course I’m interested. But first I want to clarify something, so you know where we are all in business, hmm?” Ivan paused and raised an eyebrow, and Kahmunrah gestured for him to continue.

About then, Frank started to zone out and look around at the Frenchies and the Russians that stood behind Napoleon Bonaparte and Ivan the Terrible. Some of the French soldiers were still dusting the packing hay off of themselves. A Frenchman with short blond hair and a mustache seemed also to be bored, for he, too, started to look around at the other interesting people around him. Frank nodded to him and then tilted his head towards Kahmunrah and widened his eyes, as if to say ‘jeez, take a look at this bozo’. The Frenchman looked back at him quizzically, making Frank sigh and roll his eyes.

Looking over to his older brother, Frank could see that Ralph was having a bit of fun. Ralph wasn’t taking the leaders seriously either, a laughing smile plastered onto his face as he looked back and forth between whoever Kahmunrah was talking to, as if he was watching a tennis match. Since they both left school around middle school to work for money to pay the bills, Ralph and Frank both didn’t know much about the French general and the Russian Tsar, and nothing about the Egyptian ruler, just that they were somewhat important people, not from their time though.

Ivan started to list great things that he did, making Al bow his head in boredom, that made Frank tune back into the conversation.

“Duly noted,” Kahmunrah said again, this time to Ivan once he was done. “Now I would like to wrap up the old meet and greet by asking you gentlemen a question; Are you with me?!”

Al looked back to the group, mostly looking at Torrio for guidance. Torrio thought for a moment and then nodded. This is going to be fun, Frank thought with a grin, nodding too. The only person in the group who didn’t seem entirely on board was Nitti, who already was nervous because of how many people were in the tightly packed alleyway created by boxes around them.

Looking back and shrugging, Al answered with the other two leaders.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

“Oui.”

“Da.”

“Then bring Larry Daley of Daley Devices and the Golden Tablet of Ahkmenrah to me!” Kahmunrah said with a determined look on his face.

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0dizzy-lizzy0 · 1 year

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Ivan looked quite terrible, then again he was Ivan the Terrible.

His sullen eyes stared right back into mine, a tired look etched upon his face. At that moment I seemed to understand. Just like Ivan at that moment, I was paranoid…

#poetry #women writers #spilled writing #writers of tumblr #visual writing #my prompts #writing #ivan the terrible #ivan the awesome #russian history #creative writing #spilled words #spilled ink #spilled thoughts

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liquidstar · 8 months

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mizi's black sorrow cover also hits soooo different because its not about unrequited love her wifes fucking dead they even have the blood on her face in the art

#even the top comment is pointing it out. ivan's sounds like yearning and longing but mizi's is just so bitter #they killed her fucking wife bro #alien stage #i hope someone out there who knows how to do this stuff makes a duet version it would be sooo cool #< how to create the worlds most conflicted feelings in till #but for real i think it would sound awesome

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gremlins-hotel · 11 months

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alternate timeline ersatz au ivan for @artistically-hershie

#alpha romeo tango #thank you for being awesome #hetalia #hetalia au #aph russia #hws russia #ivan braginsky

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zzoupz · 2 years

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/realization sets in oh my god I liked these bitches

anyway have a third wheel ivan, you're welcome capoleon community

#I don't question what I want to draw anymore and its all downhill from there actually #Capoleon #natm napoleon #natm al capone #ivan the awesome #natm #night at the museum

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lidensword · 1 year

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I bet Jim offered Ivan a rose X)

#I started this drawing two days ago but lost the motivation to finish it because Jim looked so bad...#Yet when I saw Allyn's amazing drawing of these two I went like: I need to finish itttt!!!#So here it is!!!#Jim/Ivan #Jimmy Consentini (Allyn's OC)#Ivan the Awesome #night at the museum #natm OCs #natm #Happy late Valentines Day!!!!#my drawings

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walmart-marvin · 11 months

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More art of these two goobers to celebrate ivan getting another speaking role

#oc #clone high #clone high ivan the terrible #fanart #oc x canon #i love ivan sm hes awesome #platonically i mean #i cant imagine simping for him

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Napoleon x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You’ve had a long, bad day and when the sun sets you just want some comforting from your partner Napoleon. ‘I need you to love me a little bit louder today.’ (Quote found on Pinterest)

Warnings: Exhaustion

Tags: @miss-understood

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When you get to the museum for your nightguard shift, you genuinely find yourself wishing that this was a normal museum for once. Then at least you could sit back and sleep- but no, you have to make sure the exhibits don’t get themselves turned to dust, or go waltzing through DC for whatever reason. You never intended for this one to be a real job - just a way to get money. After all, you already have a first job and that’s what has already done your head in today, - but it’s another headache.

But, alas, even if you are 2 seconds from exploding, you do your job. You have to. It’s kind of life and death, for some. Here.

You lock up the creatures, set out a calculator for the Einstein’s, set up Kah and Al in front of the TV - what the two agree on to watch, you truly have no clue, and honestly, nor do you care tonight. As long as they’re not starting any riots for the next 9 hours, and not fighting, they can watch porn if they damn well please, -, turn on the Moon Landing video for the space sector and a million other little things like hotwiring that one motorbike that Custer likes to ride around on so it doesn’t work, thanking Amelia for helping you out with the Gallery, etc. Until you’re just strolling the halls on leaden legs, making sure you’ve done everything, and eventually-

Stopping.

You can’t go anymore.

“Ugh… “Even leaning against a wall is more effort than your legs are willing to make for you, bit your force yourself to stay up. You do allow yourself the mercy of closing your eyes, though; Putting yourself in your mind-bed. Feeling the covers, cool and forgiving, against your skin and pulling on your dream-pyjamas. Just a shirt and shots will do, you’re really not going to be picky right now. Just as long as they aren’t your confining guard uniform.

Next you turn your fantasy-TV on and flick over to the Discovery channel. Ohhh, how you would like that. Just to not use your brain- just watch animals in the savanna and listen to David Attenborough drone. God, that would be good.

Just as you’re starting to feel the tiniest bit better, crossing your arms and just resting your head against the wall, keeping yourself in that safe space in your head, you hear someone call your name and tug you right out of that chosen reality. Your eyes snap open, frustration lights up in your chest all over again, your last nerve for the day (And probably the next few, too) snapping. “Oh- My god- What!?”

Your blazing eyes land on Napoleon and Ivan- and immediately you feel guilty. The fire simmers still in your chest and your eyes still feel like they’re shooting bullets, but you feel terrible about it; Face falling as you push yourself - with much effort, - off the wall. “Oh guys I’m so sorry- I- “

Surprise flashes through your body as they look anything but mad. In fact, Ivan’s face is pulled into an expression of vague confusion- and concern, which is what shocks you. And, of course, Napoleon looks like he’s about to pop with worry. “Amour- l’ amoureux- Are you okay??”

“I- “

“They certainly don’t look okay… “Ivan speaks for you, which is just as well you suppose- you don’t know that you have the energy to explain. Napoleons eyes don’t leave your form, as you just sigh and cross your arms over your chest; Wincing as you lean back on the wall again.

“They look like they haven’t slept in 7 days and 7 nights, Ivan! They look like they’re dying! Y/N, my darling- “Napoleon, your lover, the only person you want with you right now but wouldn’t want to every bother with your nonsense, reaches forward and his hand just brushes your cheek but you immediately feel the touch pulling you back together. It takes everything in you not to close your eyes and sigh.

He's too good to you. He cares too much. And a lot of the time you wonder how you could possibly be a good suit to him; You swear you could never make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

But evidently that’s just what you need right now. Napoleon’s over-the-top love.

“You know that I would never want to say you look bad- never- truthfully, exhaustion suits you just as well as anything else amour- but are you quite alright?” he’s close to you now, and even though Ivan’s just a few feet away gazing now at a piece of art wobbling around at the far end of the hallway, it feels like it’s just you and Napoleon. “You can tell me. I will take care of everything.”

He looks like he could, and you can’t help but immediately trust him. “I’m just so tired.”

“That’s what I thought. Ivan-” Promptly, he turns to Ivan in that quick, comical way he does; Who turns slowly and raises those bushy brows of his. Yes? “You know what to do.”

Ivan nods, and turns to walk off, but he pauses. He turns to you, sets those deep, dark, heavy eyes onto you, and nods slowly- never breaking eye contact. His own way of saying he hopes you feel better soon, without words. You raise your hand daintily to waive, but Ivan doesn’t care about it and walks off. Well.

Turning back to Napoleon, your safe place, you feel vaguely confused. “What does he know to do- “

“Doesn’t matter. Come this way, amour, get off your feet. Would you like some tea? Coffee? We finally figured out how to use that ridiculous contraption in the kitchen, if you would like a poptart- I believe we have chocolate, strawberry… oh and an odd oreo flavour that I haven’t yet had the desire to test, but Al seems to enjoy it. But that imbecile will eat anything, so- “Napoleon ushers you to the nearest bench, and you actually moan when you sit down- which would be embarrassing, if you weren’t so exhausted. His jabbering sort of becomes background noise for a moment as you close your eyes, but quickly snap them open again when he goes to let you go and catch his arms. “- Mon ange?”

“I- I don’t need anything, thank you… Just you,” The tiniest smile slips across your lips as you look up at him (As he’s standing), a little pleading. You need him right now. Just, your boyfriend. Affection. Cuddles!- “Would you just sit with me, for now? Please?”

“Of course, mon coeur. Always. I am yours.” To your utter relief, Napoleon takes the seat beside you and you instantly stretch one arm through the crook of his and rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes again with a sigh. “Are you sure you do not want to talk about anything, though?”

“Yeah, I’m sure… I just… “Giving the weakest of shrugs, you hum. “Just maybe need you to love me a little louder tonight, baby… “Using all your strength, you lift your head from his shoulder in order to smile delicately up at him. “Think you can do that?”

He looks all-too happy to do so. Really, he looks at you so softly that you would know for sure that he loves you even if he didn’t tell you ever chance he gets. “I am all for you, amour~ “The man gives you a kiss on your forehead and you just about melt. Good god, this man- Truly a miracle worker. You already feel a million times better than before; You can feel all your stresses and frustrations burning to ash inside you.

As you rest your head back on his shoulder, eyes blissfully closed once again, not going to sleep but just soaking up the affection Napoleon is fully devoted to bestowing on you (One arm hugging your waist, fingers hugging your curves and rolls, while the other hand holds up yours and with a simple rub to your knuckles, proceeds to give each fingertip a gentle kiss- which really works. It doesn’t seem like it would, but, it feels like with every butterfly-gentle brush of his lips another bit of terrible exhaustion blinks out of existence and you’re revitalised) and the safety you feel just being alone with him, you faintly hear an announcement over the museum speakers laced in a heavy Russian accent.

“Okay, Prostolyudiny. I am your leader for the evening. Do not search for Y/N- they are no more on this night. Now listen to me, you are all to keep very quiet and keep to your allocated areas. And… “

Vaguely, you listen to Ivan’s monarchist dictations and feel concern that he’s taking over your job for the night, but when you lift your head once again to possibly take up that responsibility again- Napoleon presses a warm, suggestive kiss to your mouth; The kind that’s slow and perfect, not forceful and not leading to anything at all (Just kissing for kissing’s sake. Because he likes to kiss you and you like to kiss him and good god do you need it) and you forget all about it all again.

God, you love this man.

#NATM Napoleon Boneparte x Reader Drabble #Napoleon Boneparte NATM x Reader Drabble #Napoleon Boneparte NATM x Reader #NATM Napoleon Boneparte x Reader #NATM Napoleon Boneparte #Napoleon Boneparte NATM #Drabble #NATM Rogues #NATM Rogues x Reader #Ivan The Terrible NATM #Ivan The Awesome

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nimviridis · 7 months

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I'm very much in the hype for the second season so I remade this drawing of my favorite found family 💚 (+ a grumpy dog)

This is the oldest version from the last year when I was just learning how to do my art on my tablet:

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means gay #ofmd fanart #Fanart #gentlebeard #ed x stede #stede bonnet ofmd #blackbeard ofmd #Izzy is a dog because I don't like him #I mean he's an awesome character but he should've behave better #Sorry for not putting Ivan and Fangs #ibis paint x #my art #nimviridis #nimbusviridis

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