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tinybitofgay · 4 months
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Hey guys! Was wondering if you happen to fancy anyone.
...Should we tell 'em?..
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nicholasdaily · 6 months
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Edwin stopped in front of the desk and folded his hands, waiting for acknowledgement. It was time, the wait was over. Edwin has dealt with these damn exhibits for far longer than he wanted to and finally his escape was within sight.
It was a rare visit for Nicky, his procrastinated return after a prolonged and self-induced isolation. The museum has always been a second home to him, a family in its own right that had welcomed him in from the very beginning, but it’s been hard to even grasp the idea of returning lately.
Nicky wanted to blame his schedule— Between an abundance of school assignments and extracurriculars, he’s hardly had enough time to breathe, let alone the energy to stay up with the exhibits all night.
But the truth was that Nicky couldn’t face the museum.
He’s spent weeks mulling over everything he was told, and he tried— he really did— to forget what Edwin had said. The voice lingered in the back of his mind every time he spoke to an exhibit until each interaction was stained by a now constant dulling roar of hateful words: *They don’t like you, they can’t stand spending time with you. You’re bothering them.*
Nicky might have avoided the museum forever too if Larry hadn’t started getting concerned.
The subtle strains of music whispered from his headphones. Nicky tapped along to the beat on the board game box balanced precariously on his knees.
Unaware of Edwin’s presence, Nicky thumbed through an instruction manual, and he didn’t notice Edwin until he looked up to change the song playing. He halted the swivel chair’s spins, putting a foot on the ground.
For several long beats, Nicky stared dumbly at Edwin, blinking owlishly. He waited for him to speak, to say anything, and when he didn’t, Nicky pulled his headphones off. “Hey, Edwin! Can I- Can I help you with something?”
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*there's a trail of blood leading down a hallway. In the direction the trail leads there's voices. If you listen carefully you can hear what they're saying* boss what are we going to do with the brat? *one of the people asks* damn the brats heavy *someone else adds* we're goin ta cash him in, obviously, were you not listenin. We're going to get so much money fer this bounty, just you wait. When we show our employer, they're going to pay us handsomely *the supposed boss answers*
*He listens in horror.* The fuck…? *He cocks his gun and starts hesitantly walking towards the voices, breathing heavily, hoping they wouldn’t hear him.*
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erodedauthenticity · 5 months
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IMPORTANT  HEADCANONS  TO  CONSIDER  !
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can  they  use  chopsticks     /    Not even in the slightest. Ahkmenrah brandishes chopsticks with a closed fist, much to the chagrin (or bewilderment) of fellow exhibits. The pharaoh is not often corrected in the usage of foreign materials and utensils. Leniency yields for the exhibits willing to try. Over time, he will adapt to new utensils, as he does with foreign languages and cultures.
what  do  they  do  when  they  can’t  sleep     /    Sleep is unnecessary for exhibits found in the museum, for that, it's easiest to describe what it's like when exhibits do sleep. While uncommon for Ahkmenrah to experience fatigue, he is still human. If it is imperative that he ‘rest’ prior to sunrise, he will opt to rest at the furthest corner of his exhibit closely guarded by Anubis.
what  would  they  impulse  buy  at  the  grocery  store     /    With quarters in hand, Ahkmenrah redefines the nature of an impulse buy. He is inherently drawn to what is blue or silver in color. Vibrancy attracts, and his fixation to modern ‘relics’ rivals that of a child. When outside, there is always something to be experienced for the first time. 
what  order  do  they  wash  things  in  the  shower     /    Ahkmenrah is not at all familiar with showers. In life, the pharaoh was far more accustomed to wash basins.   Ahkmenrah’s life ends each sunrise and he is restored each sunset. Showers are no longer a necessity for the exhibits. If there is a need to clean himself after spending hours outside of his ‘kingdom’, Ahkmenrah will fetch a damp trifold towel and wipe himself down. 
what’s  their  coffee  order     /  There is no greater joy in asking for ‘everything’! He can’t afford it. All the same, coffee isn’t particularly enjoyed, but he will drink it- depending on how enthusiastic someone is when showing him the beverage
what  sort  of  apps  would  they  have  on  their  smartphone     /    Following a lesson of how to operate the modern device, Ahkmenrah has downloaded every app available. He doesn’t know how to operate any of them, but they are aesthetically pleasing.
how  do  they  act  around  children     /   it was never asked of him to tend to children, and his disposition is unchanging when in the company of adults or children. He treats them as he would any subject of his kingdom. (this can be a good or bad thing, depending on the subjects in question.) He’s prone to discussing complicated terms or reflecting on something morbid.  
what  would  they  watch  on  tv  when  they’re  bored  and  nothing  they  really  like  is  on      /   Kardashians. There is only the Kardashians.  In truth, he is prone to watching anything, everything is entertaining to someone newly acquainted to the television.
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the-coolest-pharaoh · 4 months
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Ahk did you know
Did you know people ship you with Larry?
What are your thoughts
“They… what? English is not my first language but I do not believe ship is a verb.”
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secretly-larry-daley · 4 months
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“What is a baby girl and why did my boyfriend call me it.”
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professional-termite · 6 months
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Trick or Treat!!
Snuffles says hi!!
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for larry:
trick. you recieve a Lurker. we will watch your every move
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for snuffles:
treat. you recieve ham sandwich from mlp
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angelbroad · 3 months
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If I had a nickel for every time I made historical fanfiction about ruthless men and a pseudo adopted child with identity issues, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
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t-roosevelt · 7 months
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Good evening, Tumblr! I have been informed by the youth that visit the museum that Tumblr is a rather ‘trendy’ place to be.
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puterimiriam · 16 days
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♧ Introduction post ♧
♧ Character ♧
•Museum exhibit of a princess from 16th century malaysia
•Often seen hanging out with Ahkmenrah or Sacagawea
•Quite helpful with finding out where people are
•Same age as Ahkmenrah
♤ Admin ♤
• This blog is Pg.13 so that means no NSFW
• Admin is @trashcannotcan
• Admin is of age
• This is a NATM oc
• Admin is not any sort of way a expert in malaysian history
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" You better think of something fast, because, if he turns me into a mummy, you're the first one I'm coming after " - ind. selective headcanon based Evelyn Carnahan from the mummy franchise. Written by Han.
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tinybitofgay · 4 months
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hello
thank you and good night
-Ghost
Howdy! Or, uh. Good night?
Yes, hello my friend!
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nicholasdaily · 3 months
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YO BRO I KISSED U AND IM TELLING LARRY AUAUAHWUAAHAAA
*kisses nick very aggressively*
Eyes wide, Nick stumbled back. He wiped his lips with the back of his sleeved hand, feeling a mixture of bewilderment and anger creeping up on him. “What—You can’t just… do that! Who are you??”
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Al Capone, huh? Aren't you a mobster or something?
”Yep.” *He leaned on his gun arrogantly.* “The best.”
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erodedauthenticity · 2 months
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Over the mellow cry of a sunbird, a pharaoh navigates through his bustling subjects, hesitating at the sight of a skeletal tail trailing beyond the breadth of a long hallway. It swings left towards a similarly skittish gazelle, stirring a commotion among its kind.
"Rexy," Ahkmenrah's voice cuts swiftly, bemusedly following the eruption of sound with a furrowed brow. "I suggest you run with more caution." He plays shadow to its retreat, calling out after the reanimated beast. "You cannot act like you're the only one here!"
There's hardly a plan to go after it.
He instead readjusts his focus to the sheets in hand and a papery carton.
The route back to the Hall of Ancient Egypt seemed shorter: enough for Ahkmenrah to greet his reflection between canopic jars on display.
"Anubis?" his voice softens, and his reflection follows with glance to the side.
"Larry provided me with something."
Into his own chambers, the pharaoh beholds his guard with a wide smile. "We've been presented with unfinished works of art." Four sheets of recycled paper flutter in his descent. The box splits open with force. The wrong end. He shows him six colored markers and promptly turns his focus to his task.
"He suggested that we can occupy our night here instead of exploring the outside." He doesn't take the time to linger on thoughts as to why. "He said it's important." Grasping hold of the blue marker, he applies the capped marker onto the paper, and begins to scrape once overtop of an animated drawing attempting to retreat from.
"Stop that…" he utters to it. "Why isn't it working?"
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Ahk sits with Bahiti in a room in the police station. Ahk told the police officer that his emergency contact was Larry and gave him his number. He was more worried about what Larry would think then actually being in trouble with the police.
@princess-bahiti @secretly-larry-daley
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