#Museum Guard

[vannezen]

[simonh]

Museum Guard by Thomas Hawk

[adelarsims]

take him to an art museum 🌼

[arttsuka]

Greetings!

I hope you’re doing well!

I love your Jedtavius art!

If you’ve seen The Old Guard I think Jedediah & Octavius meeting Joe & Nicky would be neat!

As Nicky & Joe are immortal they might have even met the human versions of Octavius & Jedediah which would make for an interesting discovery for Jedediah & Octavius I think : )

[pratchettquotes]

'Look, I don't want to have to come in there and get you!' said Scattering with heartfelt accuracy.

Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals

[wolfiepyxie]

Title: Night Shift

Author: SakuraKitty (aka me, WolfiePyxie)

Artist: @chaoticmessofmymind

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Archive Warning(s): Major Character Death, Magic/Curses, Torture, Slow Burn, Temporary Character Death, Alternate Universes, Universe Hopping, Blood and Injuries, Self-Inflicted Wounds, Soulmates, Inspired by Night at the Museum, Historical Inaccuracies (If I say anymore it'll spoil the fic so I'll leave it at that 😆)

Summary: As far as job opportunities go, replacing the previous night guard of fifty years at the Nebraska Museum of Natural History wasn't Dean's first choice, but a job was a job . Especially considering he got fired from his last job and was in need of the money. However, said job proves to be more difficult than described.

Faced with strange events revolving around one of the exhibits he was tasked with guarding, an angel statue that was more than what it seemed to be, he must unravel the mysteries that arise as a result. Why did the angel statue come to life each night? Why did an unknown number keep messaging him the same sequence of numbers? It was a race against the clock and Dean's dwindling sanity to find answers to these mysteries.

Teaser: With more questions than answers, Dean slowly and cautiously began to enter the dark room, flashlight and bucket in hand. He would probably have a better time seeing what was going on if he turned on the flashlight but he wasn’t dumb. If there was some psychopath in here carving someone up like a Thanksgiving turkey, there was no way he was just going to give away his location. It would also help maintain the element of surprise, at least for the few moments that it would take to get deeper into the room. Once the flashlight is on there will be no hiding the fact that he was there and Dean was by no means weak, he went to the gym sometimes and though he might not be the biggest guy in the world, he still had a height advantage over a good portion of people. Now would that help him against an assailant with a knife? No, but he’d put up a good fight even if he was being dumb by walking into danger with only a bucket and flashlight. He didn’t even have his phone on him, it was still lying abandoned on the reception desk.

The wailing had tapered off into loud, ragged breathing now, as if whoever was doing this had decided to give their victim a moment's rest to prolong their fun. It felt all kinds of skeevy to refer to something like that as fun, even in his mind, but that was probably what the psycho viewed it as. Most killers in horror movies, if they weren’t doing it for revenge, usually did it because they just enjoyed hurting people. Having not been focusing on where he was going, Dean nearly slipped and fell when he stepped in something wet. There was also a heavy scent of copper in the air, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what that meant.

Looking down at his feet, Dean finally turned on his flashlight with a click of a button, finding that what he had stepped in was indeed blood, and there was quite a lot of it. Following the blood trail with both eyes and the flashlight, he was so shocked by what he saw that the bucket clattered to the ground as he lost his grip on the handle.

Coming soon this October to Ao3 via the @deancashorrorfest!

[caterpillarinacave]

I bet the NATM characters love Halloween

[sketchydesign78]

Request :D Sam Turner gives a tour of the museum to Sarah Connifers because she came to work for them.

I wish you luck in drawing other requests ✨🍀✨

"And here is the Medieval section. This is where I'm stationed most often, with Richard and Billy. Oh, and we once managed to stop an intruder on a scooter here one time."

"Whoa..."

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Thank you Mary!! I hope you like it! ^^

[secretly-larry-daley]

"Larry there is a crate from the Egyptian museum that just arrived. Can we open it?"

“Oh! Sure,” Larry got himself off from his desk. “I didn’t realize that had been delivered— Leslie hadn’t said anything about that.”

[shattered-stars-lonely-hearts]

Jedediah: (Accidently closes kitchen cabinet door a bit too roughly) *muffled sound of glasses crashing*

Jedediah:

Octavius:

Jedediah: ...ya hear that sound, pardner?

Octavius: Yes?

Jedediah: That's the sound of someone else's problem

*Three hours later*

Jedediah: *Opens kitchen cabinet door having forgotten about earlier*

Jedediah: Oh sHI-

[raeofgayshine]

Do you think that Ahkmenrah blames himself for the 54 years he spent locked up at the Natural History Museum?

Does he think that he must have done something to anger the gods in order for them to punish him like this. He didn't honor them well enough, maybe. Or maybe they were angry that he had told Egyptologists at Cambridge about them, was it hearsay to tell stories of the gods to people who believed them only to be fiction. Did he say something incorrect, perhaps, misleading in a way that left him needing punishment.

He had to have done something. He's just not sure what.

But Ahkmenrah knows he has to figure it out quickly. The gods may have sent Larry to free him as a second chance, but something like that must come with a time limit.

And if Ahk found himself locked up again, he isn't quite sure he would be able to make it out the other side whole.

[barbucomedie]

"Ferguson" Breech-Loading Rifle from Aberdeen, Scotland dated to 1776 on display at the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards Museum in Edinburgh Castle, Scotland

These rifles were invented by Lieut-Colonel Patrick Ferguson of Pitfour, Aberdeenshire. Ferguson's improved quick thread breech-loading rifle was an improvement on an earlier invention. He served as a subaltern in the Royal North British Dargoons (Scots Greys) from 1759 to 1762. Ferguson was killed in South Carolina at the Battle of King's Mountain in 1780 during the American Revolutionary War.

Photographs taken by myself 2023

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #NationalCatfishDay on #MetalMonday :

Iriyama Yoshitomo (Japan, active c.1700-1750) Tsuba with Catfish and Eel, c.1700-1750 copper, gold, silver; 3.25 in. (8.3 cm) Walters Art Museum 1.361

"Both catfish and eel are associated with summer."

[widevibratobitch]

so... about that last weekend...

did going to the opera with @girlscarpia and @verdiesque fix me or did it make me worse? guess we're all gonna find out soon <33

[valensolo12]

First time going out painting 🤠