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libraryofgage · 10 months ago

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Life in Miniature (One)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedediah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One (you're here!)

There will be more Jedtavius in the next parts I promise, I just thought this would be a funner introduction to the AU lmao

I just love those little guy dudes from the museum so much hfjdks and now we get two pairs of them

Also, fun fact, I took Steve's Roman name from, like, an actual king of Rome. The actual sixth king. He seemed like a chill dude.

Anyway, there's a meme at the end and as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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When Robin took this job as a night guard, she didn't think the previous guard's words about history coming to life at night was, you know, real. She thought it was a joke, a predictable and corny joke, but a joke nonetheless.

But now, after being chased by a T-Rex, getting saved by Theodore Roosevelt, and almost being taken captive by fucking Attila the Hun, Robin thinks this job definitely isn't worth $16.50 an hour. Then again, this is the best paying job she's had in a while, and she was living a nocturnal life anyway.

Robin groans, leaning against a wall in the diorama exhibit, and slides down to the floor. She lets her head fall back against the wall, her eyes slipping shut as she slides. "This is crazy. This is insane. I need to find a fucking weapon or something," she mutters.

"Pardon me," comes a voice close to her head, "but might you be the goddess Diana?"

As pick-up lines go, it's not the worst one she's heard. And, based on what she knows of Greek and Roman deities, it wouldn't be too far off. Still, she does not want to be hit on by whatever weird historical thing is trying to flirt with her.

Robin takes a deep breath, opens her eyes, and says, "Do I look like a goddess to you?"

She looks to her left where the voice came from, blinking when her gaze falls on a figurine that would barely reach her ankle. He's dressed in a toga with a chest plate, wrist guards, a sword on his waist, and a deep purple cape over his shoulders. His hair is, honestly, the most impressive thing Robin has ever seen, made only more impressive by the golden laurels resting perfectly against his temples.

He's looking at her with wide eyes, more awed than anything else. "Yes," he says. "I have heard the gods are larger than life."

Okay. Fair.

"Why Diana, man?" Robin asks.

He tilts his head, studying her for a moment, looking her up and down. "You give me the same feeling as statues of Noble Diana with her Huntresses," he explains, pausing for a moment before adding, "A feeling of kinship, perhaps?"

Oh. This...this is like ancient Roman gaydar, right? Robin snorts and turns, resting her elbow on her knee. "I'm definitely not Diana. My name is Robin. I'm the new night guard."

His eyes brighten some, his smile growing wider and certainly charming enough to make the hearts of a few girls and guys flutter. "I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army."

Robin nods, letting all of the those words process in her head before saying, "Mind if I call you Steve? You look like a Steve."

The Sixth King of Rome blinks, looking slightly confused before his eyes light up with understanding. "Ah! A nickname! Yes, I am familiar with this concept. You may call me Steve, Lady Robin, as a show of our newfound friendship."

"Yeah, don't call me Lady Robin. Just Robin is fine," she says, hesitating before offering her hand to Steve.

"As you wish, Just Robin," he says, stepping carefully onto her hand and remaining steady as she raises him higher.

Robin blinks, frowning slightly and about to correct him again when she sees his smile and realizes it's a joke. "Okay, very funny, dingus," she says, carefully poking his side.

"Is dingus another nickname? It sounds like an insult."

"It usually is, but it's affectionate when I say it."

"Oh! Yes, like when Ockie calls Jed a philistine."

"Uh, sure," Robin says, nodding once as she lets Steve move to stand on her shoulder. He quickly sits, holding onto the collar of her jacket as she carefully stands up. "Hey, you know what I'm supposed to do about the dinosaur bones?"

"Rexy? Yes, he enjoys a game of fetch."

"Fetch. Of course."

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"What's going on in that head of yours, little man?"

Steve blinks, looks over at Jedediah, and raises an eyebrow at him. "I'm taller than you," he says, gesturing to the good inch he has on Jedediah.

"As long as you're my son, you're a little man."

Doing his best to not laugh, Steve nods once and points to the new diorama set up in the middle of the room. It's a circular diorama, centered on an equally circular stage divided into sections. A cacophony of noise echoes from it, clashing as each slice of the stage fights for dominance. "I'm trying to figure out what in Jupiter's name they're doing over there," he says.

"Well, most of it sounds like music," Jedediah says, "I think."

"It's not any music I've heard before," Octavius says, coming to a stop next to Jedediah and frowning at the diorama. "I would have assumed it the unholy shrieking of the damned."

"Perhaps it would be nicer if they weren't all playing at once," Steve suggests, hands on his hips as he tilts his head.

"Oh, boy, there it is," Jedediah says, his grin audible in his tone. "He's got the King Face."

"What are your intentions, my boy?" Octavius asks.

Before Steve can answer, Robin strolls into the room, grinning when she sees the raving diorama in the middle. She walks over to Steve, Jedediah, and Octavius, crouches down, and says, "Hey, guys. I see you're checking out the History of Rock display."

"History of Rock?" Steve asks.

"What in the sweet hell do rocks have to do with that mess?" Jedediah asks, gesturing to the noisy stage.

Robin rolls her eyes. "No, like, rock music. It's a genre. Anyway, it was sponsored by some musician, so it's a permanent display now."

"And they will be...playing every night?" Octavius asks.

"Probably."

Steve frowns a little more and nods, rolling his shoulders back. "If they are a permanent fixture in our hallowed hall, they must be welcomed. As Sixth King of Rome, this duty falls upon my shoulders. Fathers, I shall return shortly."

"Woah, woah, hold your horses there, little man," Jedediah says, moving to stand in front of Steve. "You're not going anywhere near that snake pit without some back up."

"A few centurions, at least," Octavius agrees.

"I will have Robin. What better protection is there?"

Jedediah and Octavius glance at each other before looking at Robin. She grins and offers them a two finger salute. "I'll guard him with my life," she says, "It's literally my job."

With that reassurance, Jedediah and Octavius move out of the way. Steve steps onto Robin's hand and settles on her shoulder with practiced ease, ignoring the nervous flutter in his stomach at greeting the new museum residents. He hopes they'll get along, but he also knows the might of his Roman army and the railroad workers can crush any who stand in their way.

Robin stops next to the diorama, tilting her head as she studies it. This close, Steve can see the bands playing on each slice of stage, the instruments and fashion shifting as his gaze travels around it. "Uh, excuse me," Robin says, raising her voice.

The raucous noise from the diorama screeches to a halt, the feedback making Robin and Steve grimace slightly. "Uh, hi. We're the official welcome crew for the Hall of Miniatures here. So, I'll need someone to represent your, like, whole display," Robin says, glancing over the bands until she finds one she recognizes. "Okay, I know you guys, so I'll be designating you the spokesband. Now, could the lead singer step forward?"

Steve watches as someone on the "Corroded Coffin" (what an odd name for a band) slice of the stage steps forward. Robin offers her hand to them, carefully lifting it away once they step on. "Great, uh, carry on, I guess. But, like, maybe play some of your quieter stuff for a bit," she says, her words barely out before the music starts up and the crowds start screaming once more.

She sighs and just walks over to the bench, letting off the person on her hand before letting Steve slide down her arm in a move they spent nearly three weeks practicing if only because they knew it would look cool.

When he hops onto the bench, Steve walks up to the other miniature, a man his age with long hair and odd clothes with tears that Robin once said were fashionable. His instrument is still slung over his shoulders, resting casually against his hips much like Steve's sword. Steve suddenly finds himself thinking that the man looks a little like a warrior. An odd one, to be sure, but a handsome one nonetheless.

He flashes his most charming smile, lets his shoulders relax, and says, "My friend here is Robin, Guardian of Brooklyn. I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army. You, however, may call me Steve."

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As far as Eddie was concerned, nothing mattered so long as Corroded Coffin got to keep rocking in an endless concert. The energy never waned, the set list never grew boring, and the music never stopped. He was ready to inform this welcoming crew of just that and promise Hell on Earth if they tried to disrupt the music (angry concert goers are a force of nature), when the words just died in his throat.

Because the most gorgeous man he's ever seen slides down that giant lady's arm, easily and smoothly landing on the bench. Somehow, his hair is perfectly windswept, the golden laurels glinting in the lights above them. His purple cape flutters softly as he walks closer, his toned thighs on full display with the toga hem that falls to the middle of them. There's a sword on the guy's hip, a chest plate that Eddie wants to pull off, a smile he wants to taste, and a pair of freckles right next to each other on the guy's cheek he wants to drag his tongue across.

He misses most of the introduction because he's too busy staring. He gets the important bits, though: Robin, a king, son of a god, adopted son of two dads. Eddie licks his lips nervously, a grin of his own tugging at his lips as he steps forward and playfully bows. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," he says.

It's supposed to come out joking, a little poke at the guy's authority to see if he can be riled up. It actually comes out way too genuine, and Eddie has a sudden realization that he meant it. He absolutely will accept this guy as his king, actually. He'll fall to his knees before him right now if asked, and not just because it might give him a little peek under the dude's toga.

"Please, just call me Steve. There's no need to be so formal."

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, hoping Steve doesn't realize that the things Eddie is thinking about (the things he wants to do to and with Steve) are just about the least formal things on this earth. "Good to know," he says, relieved his voice sounds normal as he stands up straight and offers his hand. "Name's Eddie Munson, uh, lead singer of Corroded Coffin."

Steve blinks, and his smile becomes a bit more genuine as he steps closer and clasps Eddie's forearm. "A fellow leader," he says, squeezing Eddie's arm. "Welcome to our museum."

"Y-yeah," Eddie says, his arm still tingling when Steve lets go. He clears his throat, idly tugging on a few strands of hair. "So, uh, what's the deal around here? I mean, giant women...Roman kings...cowboys, it looks like."

"Our noble museum is home to Pharoah Ahkmenrah and his tablet, which brings the exhibits to life each night," Steve explains.

"There's a few rules, though," Robin says, sitting down on the bench behind Steve. "One, no getting into fights. Two, be back in your display by sunrise. Three, no leaving the museum at night."

"What? Why not?"

"We have lost good exhibits to Sol Invictus's morning rays," Steve says, frowning slightly. "So, be careful."

Eddie stares at Steve with wide eyes as he nods, amazed at the fact that Steve seems to talk like that so genuinely. And the fact that Eddie is...kinda into it. Holy shit, that's not helping with Eddie's whole "fall to his knees" thing. He wouldn't mind some good old-fashioned worship if Steve would just smile at him again.

Maybe his prayers are heard, because Steve smiles at him again. "Wonderful," he says. "Now, Eddie, could I interest you in a tour of the museum tonight?"

"Oh, you could interest me in a lot of things, sweetheart," Eddie blurts out, his mouth running faster than his brain.

He snaps his jaw shut, relieved and horrified at Steve's slightly confused expression and Robin's "I know what you are" thousand-yard stare from over his shoulder. Before he can try to backtrack, Steve snaps, understanding in his eyes. "Ah! Sweetheart is a nickname, yes? I accept your offer of friendship."

Eddie clenches his jaw, stopping himself from saying that it's more than friendships he's offering, and smiles. "Yeah. A nickname. That's all. I'm just...a nickname kinda guy. I'll probably think of more, too, Stevie. Like that."

Steve practically beams, and Eddie feels his knees go weak. "I look forward to it," he says, turning on his heel to look at Robin, who thankfully schools her expression. "Robin, this is where we leave you for the night. You have my word that Eddie will be back in place before sunrise."

"Well, you two kids have fun," she says, grinning in a way that immediately puts Eddie on edge. "I'd better not hear about any funny business, though. Absolutely no bases should be reached tonight, and you'd better not do any conquering or pillaging."

She definitely looks at Eddie when she says that last bit. Eddie stiffens, doing his best to hold back a blush when Steve glances over at his, the confusion clear on his face. "Conquering requires more planning than this, Robin. I've told you before."

"Don't worry about it, dingus. Just have fun. Here, I'll even call a ride for you," she says, winking at them before turning, holding her fingers to her mouth, and whistling sharply.

Steve walks over to Eddie right as the ground starts to shake, easily catching him around the waist before he can lose his balance. "The shaking does take some getting used to," he says, his tone full of sympathy and obliviousness to the crisis Eddie is experiencing.

When his brain finally catches up enough to ask what he's talking about, a dinosaur skeleton slides into the room, its body wiggling excitedly as it growls. Eddie jerks back, the arm around his waist tightening some. "What the fuck?!" he shouts.

"Worry not," Steve says, leaning closer. His voice is a little softer now, his breath fanning over Eddie's ear. "This is Rexy, our steed for the evening. He's very friendly."

"Friendly," Eddie mumbles, letting himself be dragged over to Rexy and placed on the dinosaur's head by Robin. "The dinosaur is friendly."

"Many of the exhibits are," Steve tells him, grinning brightly as Rexy begins moving after a pet on the snout from Robin.

Eddie looks at him, feeling blinded by Steve's smile once more, and completely forgets about the living dinosaur skeleton.

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Lemme know if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

(Also I know there are like one or two upcoming parent AUs that people have asked to be tagged in and I tried to see if this was one of them but couldn't find anyone for the life of me hfjdks so I'm sorry if you asked on another post and I missed you orz)

And, finally, a meme for you

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #Mini Steddie #the tag for this series #steve deserves good parents actually #night at the museum #natm crossover #natm jedediah #natm octavius #jedtavius #the worship kink was a surprise to me too actually #and then i realized it was v on brand #have fun guys #there ought to be shenanigans aplenty

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bmoshh · 2 years ago

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me rambling abt jedtavius ^^

idk if you guys realize the magnitude of jedtavius in this movie bc i just did. LIKE THEY DEAD ASS ADOPTED A CAT. TOGETHER. ITS THEIRS.

you CANT TELL ME JEDIDAH WANTS to DEVOUR OCTAVIUS RIGHT HERE. this man wants to kiss him. this is not how y’all look at ur best (boy) “friends”..right? LOOK AT HIM???

this shot will forever be in my heart, they JUST REACH FOR EACHOTHER TO PROTECT ONE ANOTHER.

LOOOOKKKK???? BHFAJYQ. octavius literally is ready to fight for his cowboy and jeds just ready to be saved i mean look at how he wraps his arms around oct.

“yeah my boyfriend just beat ur snake ass”

the way he looks at him while telling that joke? oct telling him how he hates him sometimes?

THANK YOU

#gaius octavius #natm jedediah #jedtavius #natm jedtavius #night at the museum #natm4 #natm 4 spoilers #natm octavius #jedediah and octavius #jedediah smith #jedidiah x octavius #natm fandom #natm #bmorambles #y am i up

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mat-of-superwholock · 26 days ago

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Jedtavius Tonight (hiatus)

hi, so far I've made 10 Jedtavius Tonights, which doesn't seem like much, but it's a lot to write and think of.

I've decided, to save myself from further insanity than I already have, I'm going to take a 3-7 day hiatus every 10 Jedtavius Tonights.

Kind of like a break for inspiration.

While I'm on this break, I will still post about other stuff, and I would appreciate if you sent me a few Jedtavius ideas in my ask box.

Thank you for everything you've already contributed! (Like the 100 likes, tysm all of you for that)

#jedtavius #natm #night at the museum #hiatus #inspiration break #i'm calling it an inspiration break and you can't stop me

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fresh-jedtavius · 1 year ago

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Sorry I’ve been gone so long. The way tumblr is set up confuses me so much. The love for Jedtavius is still strong though. Plus I’m still mad that I lost the 50k Jedtavius I was working on. (I am rewriting it/working on it, I managed to save some of what I lost). I didn’t lose it again, it’s the same story. I know I’ve talked about my fic before, but I’m mentioning it again in case anyone was curious.

#my post #update

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letstalkwhump · 1 year ago

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Let's Talk Whump

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today.

Here today to talk all things whumpy is the fabulous @not-a-space-alien!

Thank you for joining us today! Do you mind sharing a fact or two about yourself to start us off?

I love pet rats. I don’t know if I can have them anymore, though, because it’s really hard when they start getting sick and they get old so fast.

Rats make the most adorable pets! And how would you describe what whump means to you?

To me whump is about lingering on the effects of trauma and pain that mainstream media usually minimizes or ignores because it’s “too messy” or apparently not interesting I guess? Humans are messy and I want to revel in that sometimes. It feels wrong to ignore it. Sometimes I feel messy and in pain and overwhelmed and I want to read about people who also feel that way. I also like the hurt/comfort aspect because…..well, my fantasy is that someone will comfort me when I’m hurting and that someone will rescue me when I’m in pain (or on the flip side that I can save someone who’s in pain)

How did you find the whump community? What made you want to join?

I’ve written these sorts of things for a while even before engaging with anything on tumblr that was primarily made as whump. I started posting my writing on tumblr and engaging in online circles originally in the Good Omens fandom, years before the TV show came out, and gradually my writing on that front started getting darker and darker as I realized there are other people who like reading that sort of thing and it wasn’t just me. I think it did make people a little uncomfortable sometimes and they weren’t really sure how to handle it, so that’s why these days I try extra hard to make sure it’s clear what’s in the writing and how it should be viewed and handled.

If I remember correctly I found myself in this corner after a period of years where I didn’t write anything at all, then while watching some random movies I re-watched Night at the Museum and of course looked at tumblr posts about it, which led to me starting to browse g/t more often (thanks Jedtavius), and after being into g/t stuff for a while I stumbled across some people who wrote g/t whump, and from there I found some “regular” whump. The first person I remember actually talking to was @oddsconvert, who told me to read Kane and Jim, and I have been mildly obsessed with Milly’s writing since then, which gave me a framework to pull together pieces of ideas I’d always had to write MMSS, which is really my only current contribution to “whump tumblr.” (I’d always had an idea about a scientist vampire getting caught while trying to make artificial blood, I combined this with Valen, a DnD character I’d previously played as a drow, because I knew the setting in Milly’s story would be the perfect thing to tie it all together.)

Do you think your view on whump changed since you discovered the whump community?

I’m not sure if I would really consider myself part of the “whump community” because so much of what’s out there doesn’t appeal to me. At first I gave everything a try but as time went on I started getting more and more picky. I’ve grown to really dislike “pet whump”/BBU as well as nameless snippets/prompts that use cardboard cutout characters or flatten characters into two-dimensional archetypes like “Caretaker” or “Whumper.” This sounds really negative but it’s entirely a matter of personal taste and I wish people who write that stuff the best. I wish I could enjoy it because there’s so many talented people out there writing it but it just does nothing for me.

No, that’s entirely valid. There’s a lot of tropes out there and certain ones like BBU can feel inescapable sometimes! It really can be hard to find ones that tick all of your boxes. Do you have any particular favourites?

I love when a character is scared for their life, not knowing that in reality they’re completely safe/being helped.

Shocked when receiving mercy and gentleness when none is expected or deserved.

Character unused to receiving love being loved.

Monster characters hiding their monster nature, being exposed, but being loved anyway despite being treated badly for it in the past.

The power of FriendshipTM

Love being a powerful force that can pull people through the worst ordeals

Complicated relationships between vulnerable characters

Fearplay

Excellent trope choices! Unexpected mercy or kindness is so good! Would you like to share a favourite piece that you’ve written?

Honestly this isn’t even whump but I think my favorite thing I’ve ever written is still Falling Hazard. I put SO much work into that story. It had so many moving pieces and I wanted to make sure it was all polished and got the attention it deserved so it went through 3 or 4 drafts, I had the whole thing written before I even started posting it. It was the culmination of an OC-heavy, plot-intense Good Omens second-apocalypse fic that turned into more of a thriller than anything.

https://not-a-space-alien.tumblr.com/post/657822746613514240/your-own-side-masterpost

Haven’t really been interested in Good Omens fandom stuff for a hot minute but I’m honestly still really proud of it. I don’t think it’s really possible to try the “sand the barcode off and sell as an original fiction” thing because it’s so interwoven with the themes of the novel but I think even people with only a passing knowledge of good omens could enjoy it. (the first few entries in this series are kind of whumpy but the later ones are less like that)

Good Omens?! I’m going to binge this so much, I swear! What does your writing routine look like?

I only write when inspiration strikes, I generally don’t do my best work if I’m forcing myself to write. I do my best work when I’m seized by some mad ideas and feel like I’ll explode if I don’t write RIGHT NOW. I think the worst case I ever had it was this one time I wrote an entire ficlet on my phone at work. RIP my thumbs.

Ah yes. And the urge to write always comes at the most inconvenient time, doesn’t it? Do you find that somethings are easier to write than others?

I struggle to write in any universe where I can’t keep a firm hold on the worldbuilding in my head. My brain will take implications of things we see and run off with it and it’s like I run up against a wall if I can’t take everything to its logical conclusion. So I tend to write easiest in settings where the worldbuilding is simple, or based on a few things that are flexible. I tend to get really picky and a bit ridiculous about taking things too seriously when it comes to worldbuilding.

Is there anything you're working on at the moment?

My two big current writing projects are Watch Your Step and MMSS and I can’t really see that changing anytime soon. I do have a google doc with some ideas for shorter pieces and snippets that I might write when inspiration strikes.

Do you have a joke or pun you would like to share to spread some smiles today?

I'm bad at this. Please can people comment with a joke or pun. I’m the one who needs smiles. I'm so tired.

A joke for you then: What's a fanfic writer's weapon of choice? His headcanon!

Do you have any writing advice you’d like to share?

Pay attention to people in real life. Listen to the way they talk and act, the lies they tell themselves, the way they juggle things, the way they behave when they care vs when they don't care. Listen to what they say with their words and without. Dissect why strangers, acquaintances, friends, lovers interact the way they do. Notice patterns. Appreciate the complexity of human existence. Pay attention to context and background and how circumstances affect behavior. Understand that there is no true "you" at the core of every human, just a million fragments of personality seen by a million different people. Once you understand all this, you can mix and match to build a person in your head. Every character feels real when they get pieces of you, or pieces of people you know. That’s my philosophy anyway!

I’m writing that advice down, that’s really good. Are there any blogs you’d like to mention?

@whumpsday and @oddsconvert <3 I also love @demondamage’s stuff even though I havent been following for too long :)

Anything you'd like to add?

Stay frosty coolios

It was a pleasure to have you here today, @not-a-space-alien!

And to all you fab folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

#lets talk whump #whump interviews #whump community

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theyrebasicallycanonpoll · 2 years ago

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Jedtavius propaganda!!

(This is all just from the first movie btw. There's SO much more from it and from the other two. Here's a compilation of all their moments together)

Jedediah directly quotes Brokeback Mountain when he says, "I ain't quitting' you!" This not only implies they have watched the movie, but they have agreed together or independently to not allow themselves to drift apart and repeat the tragedy that Jack and Enid had. Now this, this is the thesis of the movie and I genuinely could write a college level essay on it.

In our introduction to them, they're shocked that Larry would let them out at night. The two of them immediately agree to cooperate, despite fighting soon after. But are they really? My firm belief is that it's just a bit, a game if you will. What else are they going to do? They know they can't really roam the whole museum because they might get trampled. They're mostly confined to their own hall, and there's not much to do. Them "fighting" is a way to pass the time, it gets out their energy, it helps them hone their skills should they ever need them, and it allows them to connect with each other.

We all know Jedediah's iconic, "Jedediah's impotent rage. His guns don't fire! Now take me away!" line. But doesn't that sound so out of character for our rough and tumble little guy? Doesn't it sound like something Octavius would say? The use of the word impotent, Jedediah doesn't normally use words like that. It's all very dramatic, very much Octavius. And Octavius calling Larry Mary. It's not something he, a roman general and emperor, would usually say. It's something Jedediah would say. They've spent enough time with each other to pick up on and use each others' manner of speech.

For a moment, I would like to draw your attention to Jedediah's "I don't like to be manhandled." There are certainly many insinuations we can draw from this. Isn't it rather odd that Jedediah only says this to Larry? Never to Octavius, his supposed rival, who is far more likely to be rough with him? Octavius never treats him poorly, even given they're "rivals." They have a level of deep trust and respect and friendship if Jedediah has shared that sort of trauma with him. Octavius knows not to be too rough with him.

Rapid fire list of some other moments!! - Jedediah locking Octavius in the stockade - Octavius' username on YouTube being "Daddy Oct" - Octavius trying to get President Obama to save Jedediah - Literally just the entire hourglass scene from the second movie GOD - Jedediah being weirdly jealous when Octavius shows interest in another blond guy in the third movie - The guy who played Octavius saying that Oct had an "unrequited love" for Jedediah - The guy who played Jedediah saying they were "almost like a love story" - THE HAND HOLDING. GOD. You need to watch the scene it's incredible

I promise all of these things are real, none of them are taken out of context, the NATM movies really are just this insane. Please please watch the above video

#answered asks #propoganda

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caterpillarinacave · 1 day ago

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bring it in 😌🥺😇

NATM Textposts Part 5/???

#I was gonna save this one for the big complication of NATM3 text posts #But I feel like posting now #Natm #natm3 #jedtavius #natm jedediah #natm octavius #night at the museum #natm text posts #Natm textpost #Natm textposts #I forgot what the tag was for this #Can you really blame me rn #Natm text post

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rivstyx · 2 years ago

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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.

#night at the museum #night at the museum fanfiction #night at the museum fic #natm #natm fanfiction #natm fic #fic recs #riv recs

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buzzingfly · 2 years ago

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i’m late by a day but, i fell asleep before i could talk about this but NATM 4 review, WOO. please tell me if i got stuff wrong, as i kind of.. forgot half the movie, plus i’m tired. not really spoilers but watch out just in case I enjoyed it, but it’s not my favourite. The voices fit well in my opinion, some I had to get used to. Some lines I thought were unneeded but I didn’t pay much attention to them. I laughed at most of the jokes, but I think that’s because my humour is dead (I laughed more at a single frame than a single joke in this movie). The characters themselves were fine. I was happy to see that Sacajawea (Sacagawea?) had a lot more lines and had a role in the movie. Teddy’s rambling was funny and enjoyable. Nick, I don’t know how to feel, he fit but also doesn’t?? I don’t know how to explain it. Joan of Arc was cool, I quickly had to remember she was a saint to help me understand that she had visions, but overall I liked her! Plus, I know french so I felt pretty cool for knowing what she said sometimes from the like two things she said in french. Atilla was mainly there for fighting, but was fun either way. Laaa, I liked Laaa, some people are insulting him which is understandable, the jokes got old fast but I liked him. Now, I wouldn’t be talking about Jed and Octavius because honestly, I could not focus on any scenes with that bowlcut, I’m so sorry. Seth was my favourite, if you’re the god of chaos? You’re already perfect, he was so funny to me, even him talking to Kahmunrah while they were walking. And the comments on Kahmunrah’s daddy issues was funny as hell. Kahmunrah was fine, I think he was one of my favourite designs actually. He was funny, knew what he wanted and was fine. Just fine. Designs fit better with other characters and felt off with others, but I loved all of them. The animation was nice. I love in one scene you can Jed and Octavius in Nick’s pocket, and while he’s talking they just become stretched and slanted. So, I’m the kind of person to take in every detail as if I’ll need it in the future. And during my commentary I did with my friend, I pointed out many small things, then made jokes about them since that’s the only way I can actually have a conversation. Most were like, really small, but I knew what the movie was doing so I didn’t exactly care, (for example: Pi no longer being the way to open the underworld, but using music as that is a connection to Nick and how Nick could save them all). The mistakes just made me think for a second, then move on. Just like everyone else, I was wondering why Ahkmenrah wasn’t there. On IMDb it said why, but I like to imagine Ahk was taking a long nap in his sarcophagus. It depends on where this movie is set in the “timeline”, I’m pretty sure after NATM 3. I saw someone say this movie felt like or was a “What if the tablet stayed in New York, while Ahkmenrah stayed with his family”, which is a interesting idea. For timeline, it somewhat fits between NATM 2 and 3. As, Larry is not a teacher in the movie, Nick seems to be going to school the next year (unless he was held back), McPhee not knowing about exhibits, etc. But it doesn’t fit as well. I could probably form some quick fix idea but I don’t know. After NATM 3, there’s some more issues. People are saying it could be an alternative universe, or as I mentioned before, a “what if”. and i was promised a jedtavius kiss and i didnt get one. overall, 6.7/10. enjoyable but not the greatest. And that’s fine. :)

#natm 4 #natm #night at the museum

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