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That moment in Lara Fabian's Adagio music video where the museum statues and paintings came to life

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Over the mellow cry of a sunbird, a pharaoh navigates through his bustling subjects, hesitating at the sight of a skeletal tail trailing beyond the breadth of a long hallway. It swings left towards a similarly skittish gazelle, stirring a commotion among its kind.

"Rexy," Ahkmenrah's voice cuts swiftly, bemusedly following the eruption of sound with a furrowed brow. "I suggest you run with more caution." He plays shadow to its retreat, calling out after the reanimated beast. "You cannot act like you're the only one here!"

There's hardly a plan to go after it.

He instead readjusts his focus to the sheets in hand and a papery carton.

The route back to the Hall of Ancient Egypt seemed shorter: enough for Ahkmenrah to greet his reflection between canopic jars on display.

"Anubis?" his voice softens, and his reflection follows with glance to the side.

"Larry provided me with something."

Into his own chambers, the pharaoh beholds his guard with a wide smile. "We've been presented with unfinished works of art." Four sheets of recycled paper flutter in his descent. The box splits open with force. The wrong end. He shows him six colored markers and promptly turns his focus to his task.

"He suggested that we can occupy our night here instead of exploring the outside." He doesn't take the time to linger on thoughts as to why. "He said it's important." Grasping hold of the blue marker, he applies the capped marker onto the paper, and begins to scrape once overtop of an animated drawing attempting to retreat from.

"Stop that…" he utters to it. "Why isn't it working?"

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"I'm glad you asked.. there's something new in our hall called the vending machine." his jaw rests, and with a flourish, he reaches in point towards a distant hall.

"Incidentally, it's full of trapped miniatures from the Wild West Diorama. Perhaps you could help."

" So, like . . . what's new ? "

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“It’s Halloween!”

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🥠🥠🥠 - Parvati

Fortune cookies with Ahkmenrah.

     The loose slip of paper folds along a lax index finger. A smooth glance drifts to a string of unidentifiable text. Improvisation is poorly equipped to address the circumstances he is graced with.

“It has a lot of numbers, and, unfortunately for you, that can only mean one thing.” a natural smile begins to turn, tenderly souring. 

      “You’re cursed” 

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IMPORTANT  HEADCANONS  TO  CONSIDER  !

can  they  use  chopsticks     /    Not even in the slightest. Ahkmenrah brandishes chopsticks with a closed fist, much to the chagrin (or bewilderment) of fellow exhibits. The pharaoh is not often corrected in the usage of foreign materials and utensils. Leniency yields for the exhibits willing to try. Over time, he will adapt to new utensils, as he does with foreign languages and cultures.

what  do  they  do  when  they  can’t  sleep     /    Sleep is unnecessary for exhibits found in the museum, for that, it's easiest to describe what it's like when exhibits do sleep. While uncommon for Ahkmenrah to experience fatigue, he is still human. If it is imperative that he ‘rest’ prior to sunrise, he will opt to rest at the furthest corner of his exhibit closely guarded by Anubis.

what  would  they  impulse  buy  at  the  grocery  store     /    With quarters in hand, Ahkmenrah redefines the nature of an impulse buy. He is inherently drawn to what is blue or silver in color. Vibrancy attracts, and his fixation to modern ‘relics’ rivals that of a child. When outside, there is always something to be experienced for the first time. 

what  order  do  they  wash  things  in  the  shower     /    Ahkmenrah is not at all familiar with showers. In life, the pharaoh was far more accustomed to wash basins.   Ahkmenrah’s life ends each sunrise and he is restored each sunset. Showers are no longer a necessity for the exhibits. If there is a need to clean himself after spending hours outside of his ‘kingdom’, Ahkmenrah will fetch a damp trifold towel and wipe himself down. 

what’s  their  coffee  order     /  There is no greater joy in asking for ‘everything’! He can’t afford it. All the same, coffee isn’t particularly enjoyed, but he will drink it- depending on how enthusiastic someone is when showing him the beverage

what  sort  of  apps  would  they  have  on  their  smartphone     /    Following a lesson of how to operate the modern device, Ahkmenrah has downloaded every app available. He doesn’t know how to operate any of them, but they are aesthetically pleasing.

how  do  they  act  around  children     /   it was never asked of him to tend to children, and his disposition is unchanging when in the company of adults or children. He treats them as he would any subject of his kingdom. (this can be a good or bad thing, depending on the subjects in question.) He’s prone to discussing complicated terms or reflecting on something morbid.  

what  would  they  watch  on  tv  when  they’re  bored  and  nothing  they  really  like  is  on      /   Kardashians. There is only the Kardashians.  In truth, he is prone to watching anything, everything is entertaining to someone newly acquainted to the television.

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   “Everything around you has come alive tonight, all because of this tablet…”

ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜsᴇᴜᴍ ʙʟᴏɢ – Penned by M. 

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I'm beginning to feel more and more as my muse. Waking from the longest slumber to see the change of the world I'm working with.

What's become of Tumblr? What is this hellsite?

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I am Ahkmenrah. Fourth king of the fourth king. Ruler of the land of my fathers.

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Happy 21st of September!

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      [  ♚ ] ┄ #RIVALRUS. 21+.  independent  and  private  roleplay  blog  for   JERRY DANDRIGE  from  FRIGHT NIGHT (2011).  canon-divergent  with  influences  from  the  1985  original  film  &  additional  headcanons.    rules  ✧  about  ✧  playlist

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It’s ahkmenrah appreciation day

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“please try and stay out of trouble.” karl told the pharaoh quite firmly, a hint of genuine worry being heard in his voice.

Orders are given sparingly to the pharaoh for silent consideration.

Confessedly, Ahkmenrah perceives this new friend more as an advisor, but there's a definitive ambiguity to what this man defines as trouble.

"Would you consider the use of a microwave as trouble? I've a reason for asking, but I'd much rather hear what you have to say before telling you what was already done."

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Nicky: Yesterday Ahkmenrah walked into the museum with an iced coffee and Larry told him he couldn’t have it so he just stormed out and never came back

Nicky: I can’t stop thinking about him

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rivalrus​:

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     An eyebrow cocked and with no shortage of  theatrical  flair was a finger pointed inwardly towards his own chest, mouthing a mute question that seemingly sought to  confirm  that he was indeed the intended recipient of the  suggestive  wink and there wasn’t an alternate candidate in the immediate vicinity that could claim ownership; even if there was, however, there was no chance that he would be willing to  entertain  even the  faintest  prospect of competition.

     A shameless grin further  accentuated  the vampire’s devilish deportment as his free hand lowered to smoothly cross the table to capture the pharaoh’s, his touch boldly brushing along the underside of Ahkmenrah’s fingers before firming his grasp and coaxing the captive hand upwards and off the surface. Eye contact was  resolutely  maintained and a wink of his own directed back to the original sender, a prelude before a  chaste  kiss was bestowed to the other’s knuckles and his fingers took the liberty of lacing themselves with his partner’s; he was nothing if not an avid  advocate  for reciprocation.   

                                                ❝ ————– Right back at you. ❞

As if set in a freeze-frame, the pharaoh stands with his head still slanted. He’s frozen in the wink he’s embellished one second ago, one second longer. It’s one of the more theatrical offerings gifted. Subtlety will always be foreign to the pharaoh that basks in the opportunity to live the modern-day to the fullest. The one eye closed flicks open, but the mouth is still drawn open for a smooth transition into the beginnings of a conversation. “Oh, good-- - - ” while every night seems to be a mystery, he moves in a burst of energy. A rocking motion that precedes another sort of stillness when Jerry reaches.

At the moment, interested eyes follow the progression of Jerry's hand. While his knuckles graze his lips, Ahkmenrah observes eagerly, fascinated by the gesture. Accordingly, he’ll have to do the same. Though, he isn’t yet inclined to let him go. 

“--would’ve been a little odd if I were the only one winking.” uncool, dare he say.  There’s a sort of pride Ahkmenrah must feel. He really is prone to hooking the conversation into a wild turn. Unexpected and still so very predictable. 

“Conversationally, I really must know, how was the canopic jar?”  

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Bust of NEFERTITI by TUTMOSE (Amarna period 1345 b.c.)