#Small worlds miniature museum

[ether-blooms]

small worlds miniature museum, Shinjuku, & of course... more Pokemon.

[robertmatejcek]

Tableaux Automatique: Knock Down Walls - 1″:1′-0″ diorama - mixed media - robert matejcek - 2024

“I knock down walls for you… For you…" - Tonic - Knock Down Walls

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[ominoose]

OMG. Your date idea is so cute. I hope you do end up posting it, but no pressure of course. <3 Speaking of blind boxes, I feel like he would enjoy these!: Aaru Garden Ancient Egypt Mythology Series 1 & 2 from KikaGoods and YOKI Travel Round the World Series from Pop Mart. Oh! And I saw these Egyptian themed slimes from @slime.fantasies and I feel like if they had an activity for the children with them, he'd end up giving in to try them all out. Whatadork!<3 (ಥ◡ಥ)

𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN!Reader Summary: You surprise Steven with a cute trip to Popmart! Warning: None. WC: 533

Ended up being small and kind of a mess but short and sweet ig :)

The date had been your idea. Despite living in London for a decent while, Steven never really shopped about, owed to the museum job and the hassle with discovering his DID and an Egyptian god that he unwillingly worked under. That was all in the past now and since your discovery of Stevens lack of actual activity around London since dating, it became your self-appointed mission to take him out to re-fall in love with his home city.

"Oh wow…" Was all the Brit could say as you led him to Pop Mart. Shelves upon shelves lined with various cute and colourful mini figurines filled the store walls behind the glass windows and large statues of the front. It wasn't too busy, but by London standards that still meant there were a few groups milling around.

He was hesitant to step inside, but once you took the first step with him he was buzzing. Bee-lining to different shelves, oo-ing and ah-ing at the different series of figures, from cute little fairies to weird little monsters in sailor outfits.

If Steven didn't have Marc quietly reminding him they were 'pretty broke' right now the Brit would've filled a basket with all sorts of blind boxes and bags (to which he'd mutter aloud "Sod off Marc this is my date.").

It took you softly convincing him that you could both get two from the same series and have matching ones instead, which he was absolutely ecstatic about, to stop him buying 10. Steven was always a romantic at heart, and had to hold back from matching outfits with you daily.

Steven picked out a Yoki series, a cute little bat featuring different landmarks and World Wonders. It was the Pyramid one that caught his eye, and he couldn't pass up any chance to have a matching little Egyptian figure with you.

Heartbreakingly, no Egyptian figure appeared for either of you. After Steven excitedly popped the box open and tore into the silver baggy, a little red and golden bat sat against the Great Wall of China.

"Just my luck, eh?" He pouted, but the longer he rubbed his thumb over the teeny golden nose and stared at the little stars in the bat's eyes, Steven found himself endeared.

You'd already popped open your box by the time Steven had went through a few stages of grief and presented a blue bat snug in a fluffy hood, hugged by a penguin.

"Oh your one is dead cute! That's adorable. Think they'd make a good couple too?" A toothy grin broke over him as he nudged you playfully, making his little figure give yours a kiss on the head.

"So, I take it you're a fan of the blind boxes then?" You ask with a smile as Steven continues to play with the figure in his palm.

"Absolutely! In-fact, I think we need to do this more often, make a little habit of this date, eh? Make a little collection of wee couples, next time we should do one of those sanrio ones you like!"

Only a month later, Steven's bookcases became a neighbourhood of little couples of woodland creatures, miniature Egyptian deities and sanrio characters. And each morning, Steven always kissed your little figures on the head.

[lacmene]

so i purchased some interesting dolls

I was thrifting with my wife when i saw these girlies, the outfits caught my eye immediately so i bought them. Let me tell you how actually interesting this find is.

These two are wearing a miniature version of the 2015 Qantas airlines uniform.

now this isn't that weird right? there have been lots of air hostess barbies over the years, except these were commissioned by Qantas. In 2015 to celebrate the 95th anniversary of the company's founding, Qantas hired designer Martin Grant to create a miniature version of the company's latest uniform to be displayed in the Qantas lounge and later the Museum of Applied Arts and Sciences in Sydney to go along with a collection donated posthumously by John Willmott–Potts here’s an article with more info on that.

however Qantas also commissioned a small Adelaide based doll clothing artist who goes by Margellen to create 5 other replica dolls for their social media campaign.

According to Margellen’s blog the dolls were flown out all over the world to be photographed for Qantas’ social media. However the one in-front of the Sydney opera house is the only one i can find.

here are Margellen’s dolls reboxed before being sent out.

now the ladies i ended up with:

this one seems to be a finished doll, her dress is nicely lined so shes probably an extra or a doll that was donated after the media campaign ended right?

this is the other doll she was with, while they look similar there are actually a lot of differences.

her belt is a separate plastic accessory and not a sewn on ribbon.

the edges are raw and unfinished!!!

the black closure is glued on velcro instead of sewn on snaps

hand sewn darts probably done to adjust the pattern before the final

so i believe these girlies are prototypes of Margellen’s work, i have no idea how they ended up in a thrift store in Sydney but I’m very glad to have them in my life. The finished piece is so well made it feels better than some human clothes I’ve had.

Margellen’s socials haven’t been active in a few years so i hope she is doing well, if this post somehow makes it back to her i would love to hear more about her lovely creations. I haven’t given my girls a proper clean yet as i wanted to document them as they looked when i first got them, my plan now is to clean and display them together and find them some 2015 barbie style black pumps to match the original vision.

[copperbadge]

There’s a Spam MUSEUM? I knew “potted meats” have long tradition from Napoleonic France to Victorian England to “Wind in the Willows”, but I did not know there was a museum. 😶 How many basic unsung commodities have museums?

Oh bunches. I love a small museum! There's the Mustard Museum (there are actually a handful of these across the world) and in Chicago, I haven't been yet but I found out recently there's a Museum of Glass And Time which is just someone's extensive collection of glass sculptures and clocks. There's a brilliant glass museum on Cape Cod (also home to the Edward Gorey House, a great museum) and while the Henry Ford Museum is I think a reasonable size, they just acquired a permanent collection of hundreds of miniature Christmas ornaments (Mum wants to go).

Whenever I travel I always look for tiny weird museums or factories I can visit. I've been to the Cape Cod Chip Factory (the factory "tour" is just a hallway with windows looking in, but still quite fun and the gift shop is nice), the Vienna Beef Hot Dog Factory here in Chicago, we used to go to the Jelly Belly factory like, yearly when I was a kid. The world is full of strangeness! And for every strangeness, there is a museum :D

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

↳ summary: headcanons on this indiana jones!ghoul boys au. simply some world building for the process of a bigger work in progress

↳ tagging: @trashworldblog (message me to be added to the tag list for these kind of updates on the au)

↳ links: au masterlist, main masterlist, au playlist

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 ☆

• He's a cocky little shit

• Good hearted in nature, but it doesn't help that fucking with Ryan is one of his favorite past times

• Shane is a bit wild and carefree, displayed by his constantly messy hair

• Doesn't belive in any of Ryan's theories—aliens, ghosts, demons—but finds them entertaining. Which naturally drives the other man crazy with frustration

• He has a small stubble that never seems to go away no matter what

• Needs reading glasses to help him see small print, like on maps and such, but finds the damn things troublesome

• Taller, so he has the upper hand on Ryan durring one of their quote unquote friendly chases on foot

• Pretty friendly with the reader, if not constantly bantering with them

• Calls Ryan things like short stack, beef boy—don't ask about the beef incident of '17—and of course, Bergara

• Has a duffle bag with him all the time to carry his stuff! Like a small collapsible tent and miniature pots and pans for camping out on long expeditions. The pack holds some other odd items in it however, ranging from a bag of jellybeans to hotdogs

𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 ☆

• A passionate nerd

• Very hardworking, just like Shane, in his line of work. It can prove to be his downfall however

• Gets frazzled and or flustered easily. More often than not has to be calmed down by the reader so he can get his head back on straight

• Well renowned archeologist in his field! Unlike Shane, who's known as sort of the jack of all trades that will get your job done in an unorthodox manor

• Absolutely calls Shane things like long legs. Or just uses his last name if he's irritated. They're both funny like that

• Ryan goes on various journeys and quests that the museum he works for asks him to—but he only goes if he can bring the reader with him. Otherwise it's a no go

• Wears an Indiana Jones type hat to keep his curly hair under control, but at this point it's just sort of become a permanent addition to his outfit

• Carries a reinforced messenger bag to hold maps, information, and emergency supplies on trips

• Banking off the Indiana Jones movies, he's deathly afraid of bears. Just like how Indiana was of snakes in the movies. And once Shane accidently finds out via reader, he never let's him live that down

• Scars line his jaw and upper arms from the many risky escapades he's been on while collecting artifacts over the years. Each one is relatively small but they tell a story

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☆

• They're technically Ryan's long time assistsnt in the feild. They got their footing in the archeology buisness through him. But if you asked the either of the diggers, both would attest that they're equals

• Carries around a supply backpack with plenty of materials when they and Ryan go on assignments together. It's a lot like his messenger bag, just with more space and waterproof tendencies

• Wears one of those masks that hang around their neck all the time. Like the cowboys in old westerns! Secretly finds it cool and hopes other do as well

• The reader is more ten times more practical than Shane or Ryan. Will look for a set of stars to climb or a bridge instead of taking a rope and swinging across a chasm. Presents for some very funny situations

• They're scatter brained. Talks a lot and accidently let's things slip, like Ryan's fear of bears to Shane, as well as misplaces things, etc etc

• Sort of the bridge between Shane and Ryan's weird frenemy relationship. Keeps them both under control. Both Shane's sparky attitude, and Ryan's own his sarcastic one

[everydayoriginal]

Forget Me Not by Nicole Grosjean

A delicate butterfly rests in a patch of forget-me-not flowers in this miniature shadow box frame. The cut and hand embroidered artwork features a painted silk butterfly in a field of forget-me-not flowers. The flowers are cut from book cloth and embroidered with real gold threads, and the butterfly is painted with watercolors on silk fabric. This unique piece is sure to impress in a lovely gold frame, and is protected by premium museum glass. Bring a tiny reminder of the natural world to your walls, and never forget to look for beauty in the small things!

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[cicroc]

[khaleesiofalicante]

"Fun fact: Walt Disney first had the idea to open his own theme park after visiting Griffith Park in Los Angeles. Disneyland – which was originally called Mickey Mouse Park, at least during the planning stages – and officially opened to the public on July 17 , 1955 in Anaheim, California. Back then, a ticket cost $2.50!"

Hi Dani! I read your last fic and when I read the final footnote it made me laugh and I wanted to tell you an interesting fact about Argentina. I live in La Plata, a city neighboring Buenos Aires, much smaller and one of the most planned and organized cities in terms of its distribution. My city has a public theme park (which means it's free) called El País de los Niños (The Land of Children) (also called La Ciudad de Los Niños -The City of Children) and it has attractions like roller coasters, cultural centers, museums, small judicial systems with chambers of deputies in miniature so that children learn about the Argentine judicial system (there are also simpler games such as carousels or swings). But what I was going to tell you, based on your interesting fact at the bottom of the note, is that in Argentina since the 1950s there has been a rumor that this park was Walt Disney's inspiration to create Disneyland.

Although it could never be proven, the myth took hold. Some even risk that Disney participated in the inauguration that took place on November 26, 1951, when the work that had begun two years earlier and in which 1,600 workers participated was completed. They also say that Walt then met with President Juan Domingo Perón and proposed turning that small city, whose central idea was to teach children how the institutions of the Republic work, into an amusement park. Perón would have said no. Four years later, in Anaheim, California, the first Disneyland opened.

The historian Claudio Panella, a teacher and researcher specialized in Peronism at the National University of La Plata, assures that there is no concrete evidence that allows us to affirm that Walt Disney was inspired by the Republic to build his empire. “What can be pointed out, however, is that a myth has been created in this regard and, as such, it has firmly established itself in the popular imagination and continues to be transmitted from generation to generation,” he says.

And I thought your information was very funny because in the Latin fandom (among the Argentinians) we always played with the idea that Magnus went to see the inauguration of one of the first theme parks in the world with Ragnor, Catarina and Tessa and that years later he would take - along with Alec - his children to El País de los Niños and we always talked about how Rafe would absolutely love this park! Im even going to make a fic about this!

Annie storming into my askbox with fun facts and history lessons - you know the way to my heart huh??

I LOVED THIS. SO MUCH. THANK YOU.

First of all, I love the theme park. I love the name and I love that it's free and I looooooove that it gives space for children to learn about law and governance (how fucking cool is that??). I feel like Rafael would love this!!! (gonna make a note of this btw)

And ngl it is 100% possible that Disney took "inspiration" from this. White people love taking other people's cultures (and ideas!) and making their own 🤡

I definitely think Magnus would've been there. He loves traveling and he loves adventure!

You should totally write a fic about this!! Please do share it if you're okay with it 💙

[alyssathorne]

As a child, my fascination with small, intricate objects was insatiable. I spent hours poring over American Girl doll catalogs, marveling at the minuscule treasures. I started collecting miniature versions of everyday objects, and even drew tiny pictures that I carefully cut out and kept in a collection. Looking back, I realize that this early interest in detail and composition has greatly influenced my current work. 

When I discovered the magic of stop-motion animation with The Nightmare Before Christmas in the 90s, I was immediately captivated. The film was full of tiny, extraordinary and almost unbelievable details, which served to bring the characters and worlds to life. I didn’t even know how the movies were made at the time, but it was somehow inherently obvious that painstaking craftsmanship went into every movement and expression. 

Recently, I had the incredible opportunity to visit the MOPOP in Seattle, and view the brand new exhibit “Hidden Worlds”, which featured the movie props and behind-the-scenes looks into Laika's films. As a long-time admirer of their work, I was thrilled to be invited to the opening by Studio Laika.

Laika has a rich history in the stop-motion field. Originally known as Will Vinton Studios, the company rebranded in 2005 and was named after the famous dog sent to space by the Soviet Union. It was during this time that Nike, Inc. owner Phil Knight acquired the studio and provided the funding needed to produce feature-length films. Henry Selick - the director of my beloved childhood favorite, The Nightmare Before Christmas - later joined the studio as a supervising director, further solidifying its position as a pioneer in the stop-motion animation industry.

Walking through the exhibit, I was transported to the enchanting worlds of Laika's films. There is even a glowing hallway inspired by the one in Coraline to walk through! The intricate details of the puppets and sets were breathtaking, and it was fascinating to witness the entire process behind the making of these movies. From initial sketches to finished products, each piece was a testament to the remarkable creativity and hard work that goes into producing a stop-motion film. 

What sets Laika's films apart from any others, in my eyes, is the studio's dedication to meaningful storytelling. Each movie is a unique blend of whimsy and darkness, delving into themes such as identity, family, and the human condition. It's no wonder that the studio has garnered critical acclaim and numerous awards over the years. 

As I left the exhibit, I was filled with a sense of nostalgia and wonder. The films of Studio Laika have always held a special place in my heart, and being able to see the movie props up close was an absolute dream come true. 

I left feeling grateful for the immense talent and commitment of the studio's artists and technicians, who bring these extraordinary stories to life with such precision and care, and a renewed sense of inspiration and wonder to take home with me.

After I visited HIDDEN WORLDS, I was able to wander the rest of the museum, where I snapped some photos in the fantasy exhibit as well.

by Alyssa Thorne

[angel-of-the-moons]

Arch I want you to know that I just had a Nothing Is Lost-adjacent dream last night and…the chokehold that Khonshu has on me is not even funny. I suspect you have the reveal outlined anyway, but if you’d like me to see the details I added them just for fun😊

Highlights include:

Reader and a friend (I guess she could have been Jezebel? Much younger tho…you know how random dreams are lol) visit Merit’s tomb. It was small and open and had a decayed wooden sarcophagus but no corpse in it (interestingly enough, there had been placed a miniature open one in the middle with a gold leaf engraving of an infant…I know that the pregnancy trope is not for everyone and idk if that’s even possible in the context of your fic, but it was a tragic little detail my brain decided to include that I thought I’d share). It somewhat reminded me of the miniature pyramidal tombs located in Sudan, which were featured in Assassin’s Creed: Origins.

Merit’s body had actually been moved into a museum archive for protection since it was beautifully preserved and intact with stunning jewelry and wrappings/clothes—like the ones that look like they could sit up and start talking to you. Reader gets this really uneasy sense of deja vu looking at her and that’s when the twist was revealed. Reader’s understandably overwhelmed.

Then they’re being chased by someone? Reader storms off down the street (they were in London for some reason—I guess maybe that’s the museum location) because she’s having a breakdown about the whole ordeal (understandably so) and turns a corner and is ambushed by a bunch of big guys that try to take her. Khonshu then shows up, legit flashes her the gen z hand heart sign, and proceeds to mop the floor since he’s so much bigger.

I think there was more to it but those are the details that I remember clearly enough lol—I haven’t had a plot dream like that in a while and I figured you’d like to hear it since it was inspired by your fic haha😊

(Also regarding all the bad stuff you’re facing rn…I never really know what words to say and whether they’re any good or help at all, but please hang in there even while the times are hard. The world is a brighter place with you in it and I’m so thankful for the beautiful works you choose share with all of us. Just know that there are people that care about you even though you’re an internet stranger. I’m sending lots of love and strength your way!🙂♥️🌙)

Okay the way this made me tear up and smile, I really needed this!

I can't believe something I wrote was so... impactful that it made its way into someone's dream!!!

And the connection to London would be neat! I sort of have an idea featuring a museum in the story at some point, not with artifacts from Merit's tomb, but somewhere else (haven't entirely picked where yet)

Khonshu flashing the heart sign would be so hilarious! Trying to be hip with the young people, I see. He needs to spend a bit more time on social media to become more nuanced in modern terms.

Don't let him on Reddit tho. Or Twitter!

Also, you have no idea how close to predicting some major plot points your dream was!

Man.... The way this made me smile... Thank you so much 🥹

[otmaaromanovas]

Hello! I saw a few pictures of NAOTMAA with a donkey, and I remember I've heard something about that but nothing exactly

I was wondering if you maybe know his name, who gave him to family and things like that?

Hello there! Many thanks for your question!

I don't know the name of this particular donkey in the photographs you've sent - I think that they might have been a 'beach donkey' which are popular in holiday destinations around the world, which would explain why it's on a beach. Kids can pay to go for a donkey ride up and down the shore.

However Alexei did have his own donkey at Tsarskoe Selo, though, who was called Vanka. Vanka seems to have been a miniature donkey, or at least very small in stature, most likely to prevent Alexei from taking a tumble whilst riding him.

Whilst some sources say that Vanka was a gift from Nicholas, the donkey was actually a gift from the Italian royal couple. The Hermitage Museum says this (rough translation): "Here is a wonderful harness left over from a gift from the Italian king who, through Nicholas II, gave a donkey to Alexei Nikolaevich, [which was sent from] Italy to Livadia then sent to St. Petersburg."

Vanka also had his own special harness outfit which you can see in these photographs. The harness has survived and is being displayed currently at the Hermitage Museum.

The text on this image translates to "CLOSE-UP: ITALIAN GIFT TSESAREVITCH ALEXEI"

If you would like to see some incredibly rare footage of Alexei playing with Vanka, check out this post!

Alexei was also gifted another donkey and cart by his grandmother Maria Feodorovna in 1914. I don't know the fate of either donkeys, but considering that they can live between 30-40 years, there's a chance that they might have been alive during the Revolution.

I hope that this answered your question!

[rivstyx]

riv styx's rec list

(say that five times fast!)

this is gonna be really, really long, so i'm putting it all under the cut, sorted alphabetically and categorized by rating. if there's something you'd like to add, just reply, rb, or send me an ask!

General

Amo, Amas, Amat by Verecunda

1502 words. Jed just doesn't get this whole Latin thing.

Finishing (Touches) by flowerdeluce

4255 words. After escaping Kahmunrah's hourglass, Jedediah has a problem that's worse than non-functional guns: as it turns out, sand baths exfoliate more than a hand-painted miniature cowboy can afford. Octavius takes it upon himself to make everything better.

Forget-Me-Not by EwokRae22

17437 words. Octavius is the first to come down with it— and discovers all too quickly what it means to cough up flower petals, yet is unwilling to guilt his best friend into loving him just to save him. Jedediah ends up infected too, in his effort to help his best friend— who he secretly loves. OR: A Hanahaki au, but it begs the question. If Hanahaki were a real disease, how would it have effected world history?

Hold My Hand by hoc_voluerunt

2683 words. "I'll take that hand now." Focused on the end of The Secret of the Tomb. Jedediah and Octavius come to a realisation on their final night alive in New York.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain by clumsyghost

1548 words. Octavius misses the rain. Jed attempts to cheer him up.

Manifest Destiny by clumsyghost

5780 words. “What do you mean,” Larry repeated numbly, “that Rome is gone?”

Overworked by MaidenofIron157

1317 words. Octavius has been a bit run down lately. Jed has just the solution.

The Sanctuary (Any Weather series) by EwokRae22

15338 words. On a lucky break from McPhee, Larry brings the exhibits on a winter vacation north of New York. He has everything prepared, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Because nothing can stop Jedediah and Octavius’s useless and oh-so-tiny longing for each other, not even the snow.

Teen

Ain't No Prince Charming by Merlin Missy (mtgat)

4270 words. When his very best friend in the world gets stolen from the museum, Jedediah sets out to rescue him.

All This Bad Blood by doorrepairgirl

1898 words. 50 years of rude neighbors, territory disputes, and grudges repaid with new grudges. No way all that’s gonna go away overnight, right?

Cacoethes by Anonymous

4478 words. A deeper look into Jedediah and Octavius's experiences during Battle of the Smithsonian, and a look at what could have happened after the end.

Glimpse of us by rice_enjoyer

5311 words. He finds it thrilling to fight Jedediah like this, to tear into each other until they’re both panting messes, hair disheveled and skin blossoming with purple bruises. Octavius subconsciously loves the small in-betweens where they catch their breath. Having Jedediah laid out before him, shirt rumpled and red handkerchief skewed out of place. He feels an almost possessive pride seeing the marks they leave on each other, claiming one another, even in the name of rivalry. For what is hatred, if not a twisted form of fascination? tldr someone on tumblr said jedtavius makes more sense as bitter exes and i haven't stopped thinking about it since

He Loves Me Not by orphan_account

25820 words. Jed stumbles across a stack of unsent/unfinished love letters from Octavius to an unknown person in the museum. Jed sets out to find out who. Not because he’s jealous. No, not all.

if this was a cowboy movie (i'd give you my boots) by Liviapenn

10180 words. There are secret articles in our treaties with the gods, of more importance than all the rest, which the historian can never know.' -- Henry David Thoreau. This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you. -- Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"

Kingdoms Of Clay by Historical_kitten

31675 words. The tablet is at the museum to stay and all the miniatures are pleased. In celebration, the museum has made several changes, including installing a new diorama. Unfortunately, the new exhibit contains historical figures that Octavius knows all too well. The Roman general's life is turned upside down when he encounters an old enemy who is not content to leave the past in the past. Jedediah has Octavius' back as always, but when his enemy discovers the cowboy is his weakness, Octavius will have to scramble to save everything he loves. Will Octavius survive the reappearance of an old rival while keeping Jedediah safe? Will he tell said cowboy how he truly feels about him? Or will we see the second fall of Rome? You'll have to read to find out!

On Every Horizon by flowerdeluce

15551 words. After discovering how lucrative ‘publicity stunts’ are for the museum, McPhee organises a series of art exhibitions in the museum’s gallery. The installations are refreshed weekly, leaving Jed and Octavius only brief windows of time to explore each one.

One Minute I Held the Key; Next the Walls Were Closed on Me by woolesbeano

19336 words. Ahkmenrah understands human nature. He knows how this works. It’s a simple tradeoff, one he’s familiar with. Compliance and subservience grant him freedom from his sarcophagus. Mistakes result in punishment. It’s human nature. He’s used to it. Then why does the museum seem different?

Paper Planes by SugarGlassShards

4372 words. Saving the day is easy. Surviving the morning evening after the night before — not so much.

promise a future I can come back to by Riv_Styx

31,127 words. A story about two men, second chances, and destiny - or, a mostly-pre-canon soulmate AU, featuring matching scars and a healthy dose of gay pining.

The Barn Raising by PoetryInMotion

7463 words. The Old West's barn has been demolished by a fetch-related accident. When they get a new one, the Western denizens throw a good old-fashioned barn-raising party. Jedediah decides to invite Octavius (and both secretly hope that they can kindle a romance between the do-si-do and the two-step).

too much green to feel blue by HearJessRoar

3177 words. In which Octavius decided that if he was going to die in Pompeii, like hell was he going to die without kissing Jed first, and well. They didn't die. Now what.

Mature

i don't want to live forever (i'm afraid i'll go to heaven series) by HungryOnMain

3418 words. Jedediah and Octavius don't make it. The exhibits prepare for stasis for what may be the last time. The two miniatures awaken in a strange place, before a strange being. Judgement comes.

While Rome Burned by csi_sanders1129

10265 words. In which a new addition (Emperor Nero) to the Roman diorama causes serious trouble for our two favorite miniatures.

Windowsill by bisexualsolidsnake

5417 words. Larry knew their favourite date night spot well, since he’s the one who always had to retrieve them when they inevitably stayed there too long. For once, though, he knew where they would end up tonight weeks in advance. Shameless proposal fluff.

Explicit

As A Man by orphan_account

2894 words. "I think it's pretty darn simple. You're lookin' real temptin' down there, an' I can't help but think ya would look even prettier if I just-" His thumb slips lower, until it catches on the edge of Octavius' lip. He just looks up through his lashes at Jedediah, who seems to be waiting for the roman to tell him to stop. He should. He should tell Jedediah to remove his hands. That it is unsightly, even atrocious, for a man of his status to be on the ground before him, but all Octavius can think about is how much he wants to rise up onto his knees and take the cowboy into his mouth. If he was a man with even less control than he already is, he could easily drool at the thought. or: Octavius comes to terms with the fact he might like being submissive, sometimes

Evening at the Archive (series) by HungryOnMain

19079 words. A collection of stories that take place in the Night at the Museum universe, most of them explicit.

Not Rated

Everybody Knows (Except Them) by impulserun

2224 words. 4 times Jedediah and Octavius (well, mostly Jedediah) were oblivious, much to the pain of everyone around them, and 1 time they finally wised up.

in sickness and in health (to love and to cherish) by zhingweii

8403 words. in which Jedediah gets darted - and it turns out to be quite the enlightening experience.

Oh My Moon by bitter_lemonade

8912 words. New dioramas appear at the hall of miniatures! Everything is great intill Gio comes along…

Taking The Blame by GayGothicFanboy

384 words. Kahmunrah takes the blame for his mother's crime.

[kyndaris]

Pitted Spelunking Caves

The name Cappadocia, it should be known, does not come from the caves that dot the extinct volcano landscape or the hot air balloons. It actually is a name given to the region due to the quality horses that roamed the area. And, in fact, there were plenty of horse statues scattered around on the streets, thus prompting the question to our tour guide: what’s with all the horses?

Waking early to, once more, make our 8AM daily departure, we headed down to the local caves to enjoy crawling through the remnants of what the Chrstians from ye olden times had dug out when they had still been persecuted by the Romans in the first few centuries CE.

We saw kitchens, a small church, storage areas, sleeping rooms and a wine cellar! Many of the tunnels within the cave system were small and tight, forcing our tour group to travel in single file. While it was cramp for us, and any curious tourists, in the context of the times, it made perfect sense for the Christians to make the tunnels as claustrophobic as possible. If the enemy ever inflitrated the caves, their large numbers would not avail them. The tunnels, being so narrow and tight, would serve as a perfect death trap for large armies. There was even a stone door with a hole in its centre. One in which someone could spear a person on the other side if they attempted to break through the hard rock.

After wending our way through the confusing labyrinth of caves and tunnels, we escaped and made a quick stop at Goreme Onyx, passing by a prison along the way. There, we snapped photos of pigeons and fed them with seeds so that they could they hop their disease-ridden bodies up onto our arms for the perfect photo opportunity.

The scenery in and around the area was also incredibly unique in comparison to everything I’ve seen in the world. But while there were plenty of caves here as well, they were meant to house pigeons and not humans.

From there, we made several pit stops around the area before lunch, the pictures are below. In one of them, I managed to take a photo of a Shetland pony! At least, I think it is. In any case, it’s a small miniature horse and cute as heck! There were also camels but the owner was going to charge me an entire Euro! No, thank you! I’ll delete my photo rather than pay an exorbitant amount for a simple photograph!

Lunch was at the Uranos Sarikaya where we enjoyed stewed beef and potato. For dessert, I had a baklava. And it was so good! 

Like the hotel we were staying in, the restaurant itself were caves that had repurposed for a novel experience. It was fine dining at its best, although I did fear something akin to The Menu. Luckily, I am not especially wealthy and feel like I could have pulled off a cheeseburger moment a la Anya Taylor Joy’s character from the film.

Once we had eaten our fill, we then ventured to the Goreme Open Museum where early Christians in the region built churches in the malleable rock. Unfortunately, due to Turkish law, photos of the muals inside were forbidden without a permit. Suffice it to say, most of those were religious iconography pertaining to Jesus’s life. There were also a few Saints and a wickedly long serpent.

Of note was a church called the Dark Church. Why was it given such a moniker? Because it was bloody dark inside with the only light source a small opening. Creative, these people are not!

Still, had it not been for the fact that it received so little sunlight, many of the murals have been bleached out over the centuries. So, at least we got to see what the inside of the Dark Church had looked like originally.

That done, we returned to our hotel.

But I barely had a moment’s rest before joining another jeep safari. This time, we would be exploring the rugged landscape of Capapdocia, driving down into the deep gullies and ravines that we had seen from a distance earlier. WIth the rain, however, the sights and sounds of Cappadocia felt incredibly inferior to what we had witnessed in the Egyptian desert. And because it was so cold and wet, I was quick to return to the land cruiser in a desperate bid to stay warm rather than stand out in the rain to snap shots of the scenery.

I mean, I still did but the fun had lost its lustre.

By 4:30PM, we returned to the hotel and I took the opportunity until dinner to pen my thoughts down for the day (you’re welcome future me) as well as down some cold medicine as the near freezing conditions of Turkiye were starting to get to me.

[strangelovekraft]

Basegame Railway Museum & Club

Do you love trains?

Do you love model trains?

Do you want to teach your children to love trains?

Do you want to get married at a historical train station?

If you responded "yes" even once, you might love this old railway station converted into a museum and event space. No packs or CC or any kind needed.

The outside of the station is greatly influenced by historical Scandinavian railway stations.

Railway lines were the life-blood of the industrializing world and many small communities were vitalized by the presence of a railway station.

While we have the railroad system to thank for our modern world today, many lives were lost in the construction and operation of these metal veins of industry.

This museum has preserved a historical railway station and a passenger train car for the future generations to commemorate the history of railways.

The historical station lobby has been transformed into a bar and restaurant space and a vast hall to host dancing, music and other event activities.

The upstairs offers a more relaxed lobby to enjoy history, cocktails and live music.

The station has also been updated with a spacious bathroom for families with toddlers.

Children of all ages love this whimsical play area, and can safely play in full view while adults attend various events in the neighbouring event space.

Suitable for a small wedding, indie music event or even a loving farewell to a life-long train enthusiast, this beautiful, intimate space is decorated by and for train enthusiasts.

As magical to adults as it is to children, a miniature railroad world showing the journey of people and goods on the rails and sea, put together by the loving hands of Newcrest Railway History Society.

There is also a version of this in the gallery falsely flagged as CC, that features gorgeous thematic train paintings by talented creator ID: MISSPIE03 and creator ID: MBARNET, though also this version should be downloadable with no packs or CC.

Bring your family and friends to enjoy this piece of entertainment and history at:

Creator ID: Strangelovekraft

or Item name: Railway Club BSGM

[hungry--on--main]

(if you need to)

oh wow a fanfiction from hom. the new NA // TM comes out in a month so i whipped up this funky little story abt the gay miniatures. if you’re coming from the main tag i would like to know how the fuck you got here

this will also be posted to AO3 in a few weeks bc they take 98 million years to make ur acct

anyway vorefic below the readmore. godspeed

An odd rumble came from Ahkmenrah's chambers one night in late September. The full moon shone a shade of orange through the skylights of the Natural History Museum in New York City, its light cascading down to Earth the same way it had for thousands of years. Those milennia hadn't been too easy for Ahkmenrah, most of them spent mummified and stuck in a sarcophagus. It was only recently that he had been freed from those bonds by a kind night guard and his gaggle of strange museum exhibits one fateful night in a year he didn't recognize. Calendars change with time, after all - his original system, which had housed an extra five days for the births of five important deities, had been abandoned; replaced with something called the Gregorian calendar. Now, in this part of the world, only one god's birth was celebrated, as well as his conception, death, and resurrection. Ahkmenrah found the concept fascinating, when he got the time to study such things. According to said calendar, the year was 2013 of the "Common Era" - and he had died about four thousand years before then.

No matter the human ways of counting the circling of the Earth around the Sun, the celestial bodies remained. The moon would occasionally shine a shade of red or orange, and had done so before there were scribes to write down their witnessing of such a thing. Tonight was one such night, the orange light of the full moon dyeing the chambers of Ahkmenrah a glittering amber as the light cascaded over the gold he'd been buried with. Ahkmenrah himself was bent at the waist, on his knees before his coffin for the past four millennia. One arm kept him from the floor, the other clasped around his middle as if he'd been gored. His belly hurt. It didn't merely ache, it hurt. He was utterly empty in ways that shouldn't be possible, his stomach roaring with hunger not felt for the span of empires and civilizations.

He wondered how he could even feel this hunger, knowing that the mummification process removed his stomach, and most of his other organs. He grit his teeth as his stomach rumbled again, the grrrrrrble echoing on the stone walls of his exhibit. Ahkmenrah panted as the hunger pang cascaded through his center.

"Ahk? You all right?"

Larry Daley heard that growl, thinking it was one of the prehistoric animals getting uppity. All he found was Ahkmenrah curled over his sarcophagus, clutching his center. "Larry, I..." Ahkmenrah strained, "I'm so hungry." Larry raised a brow. "Hungry? That's a first." He walked over to Ahkmenrah, kneeling next to him. "Are you OK?" Ahkmenrah looked to Larry, meeting his gaze with a ravenous stare. "I need food. I need something in me. It hurts." Larry furrowed his brow, then nodded. He extended a hand to Ahkmenrah as he rose from his knees. "C'mon, I've got some extra noodles up at the front desk." Ahkmenrah took Larry's hand, letting him lead the way forwards. That trek from his exhibit to the front desk was agonizing, comparable to the hottest days of his reign all those years ago. Seeing the front desk was a small comfort in comparison to the smell. Salt and cooked vegetables and starch permeated the air. Chinese food.

"Hey, Gigantor, you're missin' the good bit!"

A familiar voice called from the desk. Perched atop one of the boxes of rice was Jedidiah, one of the many miniatures from the Western Expansion diorama. He was accompanied by another of the miniatures, a Roman general from the diorama next door by the name of Octavius. The two sat beside one another in front of the computer’s screen. The video they were watching was a compilation of people playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes, otherwise known as “fails.” The pair burst out laughing when a man tried to clean snow off his roof, only to be buried beneath it when it gave way. Larry sat in one of the rolling chairs behind the desk, and sat Ahkmenrah down in another. “Pick whatever you want, Ahk. I’m full.”

It was no royal banquet, but Ahkmenrah was too busy enjoying the taste of noodles to complain about anything. He put away at least three plates of the squiggly starches before switching to another dish. Occasionally, he slowed down to laugh at something on the screen, especially those involving cats, but he never stopped eating. He reached for the last container of rice, but confirmed with Larry that it was okay to finish it off. “Takeout rice goes bad after a day, anyhow.”

Jedediah felt a blush come to his cheeks when Octavius put an arm around his shoulders. Granted, he was supporting himself, trying not to fall off the box, but still. Jed hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Not wanted for his skills, but desired. Octavius came from a different time, before the Wild West, and before the idea of being in love with other men was brought into question. It fulfilled a part of Jedidiah that he hadn’t considered before, a part he tried to cover with machismo and showmanship that played well with Octavius’ ideas of Roman glory and his personal theatrics. He put his arm around Octavius’ shoulders, prompting the Roman to look at him.

A moment passed, the two gazing at one another. They began to lean closer. Jed could feel Octavius’ breath on his lips. His eyes closed, and…

Ahkmenrah poured the container onto the plate he’d been using for the past two dishes. “So I knew the Chinese had rice, but I had no clue you could add a simple spice to make it taste so… so flavorful!” He said with his mouth full. Larry chuckled a bit. “It’s MSG, and it’s the best thing ever.” Ahkmenrah continued to enjoy the rest of the meal, absentmindedly bringing forkful after forkful to his lips as the two watched the screen. Before he knew it, Ahkmenrah had eaten the entirety of Larry’s leftovers. “Oh, forgive me, I seem to have left you without any to take home.” Larry shrugged. “Eh, I probably wouldn’t have finished it anyway.” He checked his watch. The time read 3:45. “You think you’ll be all right now, Ahk?” He asked the Pharaoh. Ahkmenrah nodded, giving his middle a gentle pat for emphasis. “I do. Thank you, Larry, I-…” He stopped in the middle of his sentence, keeping his hand flat on his center. “Uh, Ahk? You good?” Larry asked. Ahkmenrah looked at the desk, and all around. “Larry, please tell me you saw Jedidiah and Octavius leave the room.” Larry raised a brow, seeing the concern on the Pharaoh’s face. “No, can’t say I have.” Ahkmenrah met Larry’s gaze again, his eyes wide with fear.

“I… I think I’ve eaten them.”

Octavius’s expression turned to horror as he watched his vision be eclipsed by Ahkmenrah’s teeth. He’d heard of such things happening in legends, from the pages of the Odyssey to the tales told by old storytellers, of heroes and innocents alike being devoured by monsters. But to a general of Rome! The shame of disgracing the legacy of Aeneas was almost as agonizing as the betrayal he felt from Ahkmenrah, his friend, his ally, tossing him into his starving jaws like a stray grain of couscous. Octavius felt the tongue beneath him lurch, and found himself pressed against the soft palate. His eyes caught a glimpse of the abyss before him, the esophagus mere centimeters away, before a thick glob of saliva blocked his vision.

“Ahkmen-...!!”

He attempted to call out for his friend, but he was cut off by a thick gulp. Octavius was compressed from all sides, his agony heightened by a dash of claustrophobia. He could tell he was moving down, and he considered himself lucky that he had no blood to pool in his head. The barely chewed rice didn’t impede his descent, hours of hunger lubricating Ahkmenrah's throat and sending the general downwards with little issue. “Jupiter, protect me,” he strained as he encountered a ring of muscle. A fleeting moment of stillness passed before the ring gave way and let the meal with a side of Mediterranean fall into Ahkmenrah’s stomach. Octavius looked around the dark space, his breathing harsh from the new freedom he was allowed. Well, what little freedom he could enjoy in such a space, anyway.

The organ was surprisingly intact. Octavius knew the mummification process removed such organs, but he also knew the Tablet wasn’t bound by the laws of reality. By Neptune’s beard, he was a miniature brought to life by its magic, why couldn’t it regrow organs? The stomach was much quieter to an outsider’s ears now that it was sated, but within it was a cacophony of acid and half-chewed food. Despite the lack of light, Octavius could hear and feel that much, the rice and vegetables and noodles slowly congealing into a chyme that he did not want to be caught in for too long.

“Augh, it’s like Jedediah’s hourglass debacle all over again.” Octavius muttered to himself as he trudged through the dissolving slop. Unlike that scenario, smacking the wall with his helmet probably wouldn’t help. He felt a mild relief, knowing he was made of much hardier stuff than the meal the Pharaoh had just eaten, but knew better than to stand in a pool of acid and enzymes. Keeping his arm extended out for good measure, Octavius finally felt a fleshy wall and got his footing. OK, get it together. You’ve been in worse conundrums, General, he thought to himself. He’d survived an encounter with the mighty squirrel, this was nothing! …Right?

“Wagh!”

The solitude was broken when a certain cowboy unceremoniously landed face-first in a pile of noodles. Spluttering soy sauce and acid, Jedediah got his face out of the Pharaoh’s dinner. “Ahkmenrah, you undead idiot! You fuckin’ ate me, you-...!” Jed’s no doubt witty retort was cut off when a third lump of food landed atop him. Octavius sighed with some semblance of relief. “Jedediah! Over here!” He called as Jed got his head out of the carbohydrate-filled mush. “Octavius?!” He said, face dripping with stuff he couldn’t see. “Thank the gods you’re safe.” Octavius said with genuine relief. “Yeah, ‘bout as safe as I can be in a mummy’s gullet.” Jedidiah grumbled as he tried to walk through the slop on the spongy flesh. “Any ideas on gettin’ outta here, Octy?” Octavius reached out for Jedidiah, and finally took his hand as they touched the wall. “I’m afraid not. But have faith in our allies, Jedediah. Larry and Ahkmenrah will not allow us to perish here.”

The stomach wall lurched.

“...I hope.”

Ahkmenrah was attempting to say, “Get them out, Larry, get them out,” but he was too busy hyperventilating to get the words out. He’d just eaten two of his most treasured allies, and he could feel them pressing against the wall of his stomach. “Easy, easy!” Larry said, trying to calm Ahkmenrah down, “We’ll get them out. Just breathe.” Larry led Ahkmenrah in a small breathing exercise, with a deep breath in… and a deep breath out. Ahkmenrah was still hyperventilating. Larry got up from his chair. “I’ll go get the scissors.” Ahkmenrah stopped his panic dead in its tracks and furrowed his brow. “You will do no such thing.” Larry put his hands on his hips. “There, that calmed ya down?” He tapped his hip with a finger or two. “How do we go about this…” His nail hit his flashlight, which dangled from his hip. “Oh, hey…” Larry unclipped the flashlight, and shined it up against Ahkmenrah’s middle. “Uh, Larry?” Ahkmenrah questioned.

“One sec, Ahk. Hey, Jed? Octavius? You in there?”

Within, the two had gotten quite comfortable leaned against the wall, or as comfortable as you could be in a place that was actively leaking acid. "I just... never expected it to be so... lively." Octavius said over a particular gurrrble. "It's his gullet, Octy, can't get much livelier." Jedediah found himself wringing fluid out of his hat. "Well, he has been preserved in salt for four thousand years. I thought this thing should've shrivelled up by now." Octavius scooted closer to Jedediah. "That magic moon tablet, man. It'll do things to ya." Jedediah felt Octavius press against him. The same blush came to his face, the same one that glittered across his cheeks when Octavius put his arm around him.

“Octavius?”

“Yes?”

“...hold me.”

Octavius raised his brow. He hadn’t expected Jedidiah’s voice to break so easily, or his spirit. He put his arms around the cowboy, the leather of his jacket crumpling against the steel of his own armor. “I’m not ready to die.” Jedidiah choked before breaking down into sobs. He buried his face into Octavius’s chest. Octavius felt his heart break when the man began to cry. “Jedidiah, collect yourself. We are going to live.” He barely believed the words he said aloud. He knew that their cries couldn’t be heard through the layers of flesh, even if the organ was silent. They’d have to hope that the two didn’t forget their presence. The acid kept rising up. Jedediah looked up at Octavius, his face wet with tears and juices. Octavius’s face flushed red when Jedidah placed a kiss on his chin. “If, if we don’t get outta here, I, I wanted to make sure I did that before I…” Jedidiah couldn’t finish his sentence.

A reddish light illuminated the chamber.

“Hey, Jed? Octavius? You in there?” The muffled voice of Larry Daley echoed from the other side of Ahkmenrah’s skin. The two inside sighed with something resembling relief. “Yeah, we’re in here!” Jedediah called, shaking off the sobs. After a moment with no response from outside, Octavius tapped the wall three times. Outside, Ahkmenrah communicated their response. “He’s tapped thrice.” He said, holding up his tunic so Larry could illuminate his interior. Larry spoke, “OK, you two, listen up. We’re getting you outta there. Ahk is gonna swallow this thing,” he held up a gummy bear wrapped in dental floss, “and we’re gonna lift you out.” Jedediah had scooted closer to the illuminated side. “We can’t see it from in here, Gigantor, just send it down!” He yelled against the skin. Larry actually heard him. “That’s your cue, Ahk.”

Octavius and Jedediah were looking up at the entrance to the esophagus, waiting for whatever Larry had in mind to descend. The ring of muscle twitched, and parted to reveal a cherry gummy bear, with dental floss tied around it. “Aw, yeah!” Jedediah trudged through the slop one last time to get atop the candy. “C’mon, Octy, let’s get outta here!” Jedediah held a hand out to Octavius, the other holding onto the floss. Octavius smiled, and took the cowboy’s hand. Getting atop the candy, he put his arm around Jedediah again and pulled the cord twice. Jed’s confidence immediately dissolved when Octavius embraced him. Carefully, Larry pulled the floss out of Akhmenrah’s throat, taking care not to break it off. In the esophagus, Jedediah was pressed tightly against Octavius’s chest, their faces mere millimeters away from each other. Damn it, when I finally get to be close to him, it’s here, he thought. For an instant, he felt Octavius’s lips touch his own. It wasn’t an accident, it was intentional, from the fact that Octavius went in for another. “Octavius…?” Jedediah asked in a hushed tone. “Once we get out of here, you and I can get closer than that.” Octavius said with a smile. “You… you feel like that, with me?” Jedediah’s face was red with reciprocity. “I’ve felt that way for fifty years, Jedediah.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the light of the museum’s main hall breaking past Akhmenrah’s teeth. Carefully, they were pulled from the Pharaoh’s jaws and placed on the counter. Covered in gut juice and saliva, the two breathed the beautiful fresh air and wrung out their clothing. “You two OK?” Larry asked, finally turning off his flashlight. “Yeah, we’ve been in worse, Gigantor.” Jedediah replied as he shook a few bits of chewed-up noodle off his vest. Larry was about to speak again, but was shoved to the side by Ahkmenrah. “Octavius, Jedediah, I am so sorry I did this to you. I wasn’t looking at what I was doing, and the next thing I know, you were gone, and-...”

“It’s all right, Ahkmenrah. I know you wouldn’t have done this to us on purpose.” Octavius replied. Ahkmenrah picked up both miniatures in an embrace, hugging them close to his chest. “I shall gift you each ten of the finest crocodiles in the Nile for your troubles.” Ahkmenrah said with regal repentance. The two miniatures managed to hold one another’s hand underneath their regal predator’s grasp.

“Hey, beats mummy guts any day, kemosabe.” “You said it.”