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amogus-real-not-clickbait · 7 months

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dear NATM fandom. i have returned

after over a month of hard work and totally not fixating on moomins

i present to you the JEDTAVIUS SHIMEJI beta v.1!!!!!!

aka i burned myself out and had to get something out before my motivation completely dies!

mediafire link (lmk if i should add a google drive as well)

some more info:

release notes:

They cannot throw windows or divide yet. Sorry if you were counting on that, but i had to cut down on stuff in order to not abandon the project altogether. I will add more stuff in the future if i have the motivation

There was little to no alpha testing so i don't know if everything is 100% right. Please report anything that looks weird/out of place. Also lmk if i should tweak the chances of actions happening. The one that worries me the most is the hug action, bc i set the number so much lower than in the example. I hope they still can hug naturally

known issues:

Please watch the official FAQ first, I'm not a shimeji expert and can't help you with most problems

There may be gaps when shimejis interact w/ windows, this is an issue with shimejis in general, just felt like saying it bc it bothers me (especially when they climb to the top of the window)

idk if it's just me but they won't jump from window edges. they just stand there awkwardly and trip

personal thoughts:

Woah. This is my first time finishing a project like this. Even if it's cut down and not fully how i imagined it. My brain cannot comprehend this yet, but i will try to be proud of myself for this. I hope you enjoy this creation of mine. Thanks to everyone who was excited about this, i would totally give up without you. Special thanks to people who helped me brainstorm, and @ardent-w who helped a lot with brainstorming and coloring (and emotional support)

i thought it would be good to get these out on valentines so they can keep you company if you're feeling especially lonely today! or any other day, i just hope they can bring people joy, that's all :] now don't mind me, im off to eat lots of overpriced candy

#natm #night at the museum #jedtavius #shimeji #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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professional-termite · 9 months

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Hi 😃! For the ask thing: 1.

1. list 3 positive things about your current fandom

where to even BEGIN. theres SO MANY GOOD THINGS about natm fandom. im gonna have to be really general bc i need to include everything

ok first off, the FANFICTION. the IDEAS people have. like dtl? joy??? any weather????? AHDJFJGJGKGK!!!! and those are just the big ones. ive read some less popular jedtavius/natm fics that have permanently altered my brain chemistry too

AND AND AND the PEOPLE!!! this is by no means a full list (im tired, i would be able to think of more if i wasnt about to pass out) but @night-at-the-musian @iceeericeee @helphowdoiusethis @brediest-littleguy @secretly-larry-daley @the-casbah-way @prisencolinensinainciusol09 @kei-maki and like. so many others. like. best people ever. everyone in this fandom is legit SO COOL

and then like. im counting this as separate from people, but the community. the collaboration. pretty much everyone knows or has heard of everyone else. its like moving to a small town where everyone doesnt hate each other (which is a rarity). i can post anything vaguely natm related and i can count on the same 5 or 6 people to like it. its just. i love it. i love this whole community. it means the world to me

#ask #anonymous #natm fandom #ask game #natm #night at the museum #ask me

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night-at-the-musian · 1 year

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looking at the natm tag on pixiv fills my heart with joy. we’re kindred spirits in foaming at the mouth for these exhibits and their guard. our brethren in wanting jedtavius to smooch. to the pixiv-exclusive artists and writers: i love you

go check it out: https://www.pixiv.net/en/tags/%E3%83%8A%E3%82%A4%E3%83%88%E3%83%9F%E3%83%A5%E3%83%BC%E3%82%B8%E3%82%A2%E3%83%A0

#natm #night at the museum

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undeniablycandycane · 4 years

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Honestly the fact that Steve and Owen BOTH were co-starring with Jackie Chan in two separate movies of his (and Owen had a cameo in 80 days and actually met Steve and had like a 2 minute scene with him before NATM) is so fucking cool like. Jackie Chan??? Hell YEAH now what we need is a tiny jackie chan miniature to be their friend or poly boyfriend :3

#ive thought about this a lot #like for actual years and it still brings me joy #natm #jedtavius i guess?#shanghai series + atwi80d + iitc IS the triangle that surrounds jedtavius

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historical-kitten · 3 years

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Anyone want an overly long Jedtavius song rec post?

I included themes and a few of my favorite songs beneath the cut. If you keep scrolling down, you'll find the link for the playlist, too.

If I'm fairly sure I saw them on someone else's song list, I put an asterisk next to it. (If you know whose, let me know and I'll credit.)

Jedtavius Song Recs

Friendship/Love Schmoop

There for You by Tommee Profitt & Svrcina

I will be there for you, anyway you need me to.

You don't have to walk alone on this winding road.

All the Small Things by Blink 182

All the small things. True care, truth brings

I'll take one lift. Your ride, best trip.

Always, I know, you'll be at my show.

Watching, waiting, commiserating.

Love Schmoop

True Love by Pink*

@jacomitabarthalock did an amazing video with this, too. Check it out!

Why do you rub me up the wrong way?

Why do you say the things that you say?

Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be,

But without you I'm incomplete.

I think it must be true love.

Live and Die by the Avett Brothers*

And I want to love you and more,

I want to find you and more.

Can you tell that I am alive, let me prove it to you.

You and I, we're the same.

Live and die, we're the same.

You rejoice, I complain, but you and I, we're the same.

Jedtavius All for Love video created by Ships Are My Life! on YouTube, Song is Glory of Love by Peter Cetera

This is great to watch with all the pics, but the song works too.

I am a man who will fight for your honor.

I'll be the hero you're dreamin' of.

We'll live forever, knowin' together,

That we did it all for the glory of love.

You keep me standing tall, you help me through it all.

I'm always strong when you're beside me.

Rather be by Clean Bandit

Makes me think of Octavius thinking about his cowboy.

If you gave me a chance, I would take it.

It's a shot in the dark, but I'll make it.

Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me.

When I am with you, there's no place I rather be.

I'm With You by Vance Joy

Well I've been on fire, dreaming of you.

Tell me you don't, it feels like you do.

Looking like that, you'll open some wounds.

How does it start? And when does it end?

Only been here for a moment, but I know I want you.

But is it too soon? To know that I'm with you.

There's nothing I can do.

Drama/Adventure

Never Leave Your Side by Sam Tinnesz

Catch your breath, I'll hold the line.

Together's keeping us alive.

I want you to know the worst is over.

I want you to know you'll find your way.

When the world is broken, when you don't feel safe.

I'll never leave your side.

The Trail we Blaze by Elton John*

Changing legend into fact, we shall ride into history.

Turning myth into truth, we shall surely gaze

On the sweet unfolding of an antique mystery.

Open your Eyes by Snow Patrol

I want so much to open your eyes,

'Cause I need you to look into mine.

Tell me that you'll open your eyes.

Can't Hold Us Down by Tommee Profitt

Freedom is calling on the other side of the wind.

So we keep on walking, though it tears through our skin.

Feeling like a warrior that's not afraid to bleed.

The fight inside's in all of us so we won't concede.

With you Till the End by Tommee Profitt

When your fears are not fading,

And there's parts of you breaking,

I'll hold the pieces all together with my hands.

Though the night feels lonely,

I won't leave you behind me.

Deep inside I know I can't.

Meet Me on the Battlefield by Svrcina

Meet me on the battlefield, even on the darkest night.

I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage, and you will be mine.

Echos of the shots ring out, we may be the first to fall.

Everything can stay the same or we could change it all.

After this Scene...

Walking on Broken Glass by Annie Lennox

Mostly joking with this, but Octavius is dramatic .

Since you've abandoned me

My whole life has crashed

Won't you pick the pieces up

'Cause it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass

Here's the link

https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLtINh8kkZQm6kNbTlr2afLmo2C7lKlfTf&feature=share

#jedediah x octavius #jedediah #octavius #song recs #night at the museum #jedtavius #jedediah and octavius

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historically-acurate-headcannons · 4 years

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I’m writing a couple jedtavius fics. I love the idea/head cannon that the miniature exhibits expand at night. Like where the wall normally would be, disappear and expands into more landscapes that match the surroundings. Thoughts?

( Ooooh! Nice! If you can... I would love it if you could maybe... I dunno... link me to your work? Otherwise good luck! )

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Oh totally! I feel like Larry with the help of his son Nick, has gotten enough money or rather convinced Dr.McPhee about getting this done for “special nights” at the museum where they would perhaps do special events.

I’d imagine that at first Dr.McPhee would not want this but through enough convincing it was finally done as a ‘surprise’ (unbeknownst to McPhee) for the miniature exhibits, where Larry and Nick came to museum three hours early and expanded each exhibit’s display and then prepared themselves for the inevitable surprise.

Nick thought it would be fun to bring a confetti gun to celebrate, Larry allowed it but on the condition that his son would help clean up the mess.

The moment that the exhibits ‘wake-up’ and see their newly expanded homes, they all at first confusedly look on before a roar of cheers and screams of joy envelop the area. Nick fires a shot into the air with his dad and they both shout “surprise!”

Jed and Octavius are immensely grateful to Larry and Nick for doing this for them and they could not thank them enough. Larry tells them not to worry and for them to enjoy themselves!

While Larry and Nick clean up, Octavius gives Jed a tour of the place and shows him around Rome and all of the beautiful sights and things to do. With Jed, later returning the same act. (Date night?)

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blackbeltkitten2ficsnships-blog · 6 years

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Bad, bad Alphonse Capone (Chapter 7)

Sainte-Hélène.

Fandom/Movie/Series/Ect: Night At The Museum

Setting: Larry is still the night guard, several exhibits from the Smithsonian are at the Museum of Natural History

Pairing(s): Eventual Capoleon, Jedtavius, Teddy/Sacagawea

Characters: Al Capone, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ivan the Terrible (Awesome), Larry Daley, Teddy Roosevelt, Sacagawea, Jedediah Smith, Octavius, Ahkmenrah, Shaka Zulu, several Zulu tribe members, Dr. Richard McPhee, several Mobsters, Antonio Villalobos, Mariana Villalobos, Ramón Espina, Doctor Jess McClain, Docteur Alain Chaput, Claude Travere

Genre/Warnings: Some slightly graphic violence, Foul language, Angst, Fic inspired by a song, I’ll come up with more tags later

Notes: I listened to the song “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce about a thousand times and decided I just HAD to make a fic. The reason Al and the boys get made into color (as a plot point) is so everyone can see what happens to Al.

If anyone is OOC or this reads like a Dick & Jane, this is my second posted fic and I haven’t done much writing in the NATM field. (Disclaimer: I don’t own the song, nor the characters.) (If anything suddenly changes, I had to fix a mistake I missed.)

ANGST ALERT ANGST ALERT, SOB TIME.

Word count: 1,460

Summary: Al and the boys practically beg (Though they won’t stoop so far as to say they were actually begging.) for him and his gang to be colored up like everyone else. Finally one day they get a paint-job, despite McPhee’s ever-present paranoia; Capone and the gang being popular in grey-scale. Several weeks after they finally get what they want, Al gets in a fight, and doesn’t come out of it well. Luckily for him Napoleon is compassionate enough to put up with Al’s grating personality to help him.

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Al and Claude enter the lobby. Two groups huddle on either side of the room, and British soldiers stand in the middle, creating a wall. Larry stands at the information desk, eyeing the two groups. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Al sighs and rubs his eyes.

“Alright Stache’, come on.”

Al practically drags Claude over to the information desk.

“Slim, what happened?”

Larry picks at the corner of his book, staring at the French soldiers, who don’t look happy to be in the same room as two groups they think of as enemies.

“I heard yelling and ran back here to find them mid-brawl. Your guess is as good as mine as to why they were fighting.”

“Damn idiots, always raring to fight... Claude, you talk to your men, I’ll talk to mine, and we’ll compare stories.”

Claude marches over to his men, and presumably orders them to relax and stand up straight. They still give the British and Al’s men dirty looks, though.

Al is pretty sure Frankie would go off and Ralph would babble, so he’ll start with someone else.

“Hey Tony, come here a minute.”

Tony stares at the French soldiers as he walks over.

“Tony, what the Hell happened here?”

“Well... Umh...”

“Tony, whatever it is, you gotta tell me. We don’t need some kind of all out war with the French guys, alright.”

Tony grimaces and picks at his shirtsleeve.

“Ah, I wasn’t paying attention to everything... Talk to Frankie, maybe.”

Al rolls his eyes. He doesn’t know how Tony manages to be both secretive and gabby at the same time.

“Go sit down, send Johnny back.”

Tony slinks away like some kind of gumshoe and Johnny walks up. Al gives him a questioning look.

“All I know is a fight started and I joined in.”

Al digs his nails into his palm.

“Fine, sit down and tell Ralph to get over here.”

Ralph, per usual, immediately starts shooting his mouth off.

“Listen boss, it wasn’t my idea, someone else started it! I didn’t mean anything I said, it was the heat of the moment! It’s not my fault Frankie decided to poke the Frenchies about Napoleon-”

“Ralph, Ralph! Shut up, relax!”

Ralph clenches his hands and stand up straighter.

“Sorry boss...”

“It’s alright, Ralph, now what happened- Put it simply.”

“Uh... So we were sitting around in the lobby, talking and laughing, the normal. Then the French soldiers walk in, staring at us, sneering, babbling in French, ya know...”

Al motions for him to carry on.

“Frankie made some comment about Napoleon, I wasn’t listening so I didn’t catch it. Whatever it was it pissed the French off. Next thing I know we’re beating each other...”

“Frankie started it, great... Go send him over.”

Ralph draws his shoulders up under the gaze of the French, and points Frankie over to Al.

Frankie marches up, head high, hands in his pockets. The poster boy for defiance. Al almost wants to slap that smirk off his face.

“It wasn’t my fault, they started it.”

“Ya sure about that? Ralph says otherwise, Frankie.”

“You know Ralph, can’t tell a cow from a cat.”

“Hey now, Frank, Ralph might be a little scatterbrained, but he knows what he saw. Now, what did you tell the French?”

Frankie leans his head back and crosses his arms.

“Why do ya care, Snorky? You’ve hated the French since the Smithsonian.”

“Maybe I’m changing my mind about em’. Spill!”

“Maybe I don’t want to spill, see ya later, Al.”

Frankie turns and walks a few steps away.

“Oh by the way Frank,-” Frankie turns to looks at Al. “-don’t call me Snorky.”

Frankie’s face drops but he doesn’t say anything, he just walks away with his head down.

Claude sneaks up beside Al, and makes him jump a little.

“Well, what did you get out of em’, Claude?”

“They won’t tell me what was said, only that your men started it.”

“Mine won’t spill anything either, but I have a feeling this is all wrapped around Napoleon.”

Speaking of Napoleon, he walks through the door. Al jogs over and grabs him by the arm, pulling him out of the room towards the night guard office.

“Wha- Capone!”

Al doesn’t release Napoleon’s arm until the office door is closed and locked.

“What was happening out there, Capone? Why did Frank look so upset?”

“Well... It was a fight.”

Napoleon’s face wrinkles up more than Al has ever seen. It was cute, if Al admitted it to himself.

“Fight? Who started it? Why did it happen?”

Al lays his hand on Napoleon’s shoulder, to get him to shut up.

"Ni- Uh, Napoleon, let’s not talk about it.”

Napoleon’s face smooths out, his eyes wide.

“Alphonse... When do you ever call me ‘Napoleon’? To my face?”

Al feels his face heat up and by the slight crinkle in the corners on Napoleon’s eyes, he’s turning red too. Damn himself, and Napoleon too.

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

There it is, that infinitely glowy smile, all tooth and joy. Damn if he isn’t turning redder.

“I might, for a price...”

“Do I want to ask?”

Napoleon’s done it, he’s struck the nail on the head, finished him off, with that stupid, stupidly cute little giggle; the Goddamn one where his cheeks nearly force his eyes closed, and you can see him bite the tip of his tongue.

If Al had any less self-control, he’d cave right here. Say “Whatever you want, I’d do anything. Anything.” A faint thought of him pinning Napoleon to the wall crosses his mind.

Luckily he yanks himself together in time to hear whatever Napoleon has in mind.

“Walk with me, let me tell you about the art from my time.”

Al stands there like a dope, glancing around the room, seeing if he has any fanatical excuse to say no. He wasn’t going to say no anyway, but it made him feel better about himself.

“Fine. But no three hour spiel on one painting alone.”

“You have a deal, Alphonse.”

It wasn’t nearly as boring as he thought it might be. Napoleon told stories of kings and queens, myths of dragons and the French Revolution. Al doesn’t think about the quiet steps behind him. He know who it is, and he plans to make him leave them alone for a few minutes.

Al muses about what his life would’ve been like during Napoleon’s time between paintings. Mid-thought about what kind of clothing he’d have to wear, he runs into Napoleon’s back.

The painting they’re looking at now is of a familiar figure standing on a hill, facing the ocean, framed by blue sky. Al would’ve said it was “Poetic” or some shit if it hadn’t been for Napoleon’s shoulders shaking a little in front of him.

Napoleon’s inhale was shakier than his shoulders.

“Me on Sainte-Hélène, by Fran Josef Sandmann in 1820, roughly one year before...”

Al lays his hand on Napoleon’s shoulder squeezing gently.

Napoleon swallows thickly, trying to steady himself.

“Roughly one year before I died...”

Napoleon shifts to move on to the next painting, when he notices just which one it is, the one of himself on his deathbed. He jerks and bends over, choking on a sob.

Al just barely manages to keep him from falling over. He pulls Napoleon around the corner, where he couldn’t see the painting.

Napoleon practically sits in Al’s lap when they get to a bench.

Napoleon looks Al in the eyes, his face red and scrunched up, tears running down his face. His Adam’s apple bobs several times and he chews his lip, like he’s trying to think of something to say.

All Napoleon manages is a depressing moan before he buries his head in the gap between Al’s neck and shoulders. Al takes both his and Napoleon’s hats off, intending to run his fingers through Napoleon’s hair, but he’s got a fabric cap covering his hair.

Absently Al wonders why he’s wearing a cap under his hat. Maybe it’s to keep his hat from getting sweaty.

Napoleon squeaks out this pathetic little sob and Al forgets about the cap, and squeezes Napoleon tight, rubbing his back.

There’ll probably be wrinkles in the back of his jacket, the way Napoleon’s hands are clenching the fabric, but Napoleon is more important than something that can be steamed.

Frankie leans around the corner. Al regrettably locks eyes with him.

Al can’t read Frankie’s expression, he almost looks sick, but he also looks a little depressed.

Napoleon lurches, slamming Al back into the wall.

“Sorry, I’m sorry...”

Al pats his back.

“It’s okay, Napoleon.”

Napoleon practically wails at that, and Al squeezes him tighter.

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empressdrega27 · 7 years

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It almost seems like nothing’s changed at all

WOO DID SOMEONE ORDER SOME FLUFFY JEDTAVIUS?! CUZ HERE IT IS! This is dedicated to @atomicdangos who requested it a million years ago, I’m sorry love, I had some killer writer’s block and my dog had surgery a week ago, but here it is now and I hope u like it!

Prompt: After Ahk returns to the museum, Jed and Octavius reunite.

Octavius couldn’t remember when he’d had such a terrible headache. His temples throbbed and his neck felt far too insubstantial to hold the weight of his pounding cranium. He felt sluggish and tired, as if he’d been sleeping for too long. Wait. That’s exactly what happened. The last thing Octavius remembered was talking to Jedidiah before....

Before the magic ran out and they became lifeless once and for all.

Octavius’s eyes flew open. Did this mean that Ahkmenrah had returned? It must be, or Octavius would still be a figurine. He took a deep breath and reveled in the feeling of being alive again. How long had it been? How long had they been lifeless? Octavius thought of his friends, it would be so good to see them again. Ahk, Atilla, Sacagawea, Teddy, Jedidiah....

He gasped. If he was awake, then Jed must be too! Octavius ran, or at least, he tried to. Apparently, he would need to take it slower. Being asleep for so long was messing with his balance. So, Octavius made his way toward the old west exhibit at a brisk walk. He wondered if Jed was encountering similar problems, or if was as exited to see Octavius as Octavius was to see him....

Meanwhile, at the legion of doom the old west exhibit, Jedidiah was indeed experiencing similar troubles, only, his were worse. While Octavius could at least walk, Jed was finding it hard to even remain standing at all.

“Dagnabit! What kinda ‘welcome back’ is this supposed to be?! We’re out cold for Lord knows how long, and now I cain’t even stand up?!” Jedidiah Smith was not a man who swore openly, but he had to admit, this situation was testing his resolve on that front.

Jed’s men were standing around watching their leader struggle. It wasn’t that they hadn’t tried to help him! They had! Jed just, wouldn’t let them. He was a stubborn old cowboy, that’s for sure He probably wouldn’t even be that upset if it weren’t for his minds rampant imagination. You see, all Jed was concerned about, was Octavius. What if Octavius was in the same situation? What if it was worse for him? What if Octavius didn’t wake up at all?! WHAT IF HE DID WAKE UP AND WAS ON HIS WAY TO SEE JED RIGHT NOW, AND ENDED UP SEEING HIM LIKE THIS?!!! The cowboy was freaking out, and it wasn’t helping his situation. At all. Pretty soon, Jed’s arms gave out and he flopped backwards in defeat. Staring at the ceiling, Jed mused aloud,

“First I’m 3 inches tall, then mah damn guns don’t fire, and now; I cain’t even get up. What’s next? The horses start their own union and demand a pay raise?!”

Jed sighed. he hoped that Octavius was doing okay.....

Octavius was almost at the old west exhibit. He was out of breath, but he was almost there. Now he just had to climb around the ledge and voila! But as Octavius looked at that ledge, he found himself more and more convinced he’d never make it. Suddenly, a familiar voice said,

“It seems you could use some assistance.”

Octavius turned around and saw Ahkmenrah, as regal as ever.

The roman smiled and replied, “My liege, your assistance is always welcome.”

Ahk picked him up and placed him gently in the old west exhibit.

“I would stay and visit with you for a time, but I know you have more, pressing, matters to attend to”, the Pharaoh said with a smile.

Octavius bowed slightly and answered, “I look forward to it. I have missed you, my friend”.

“And I you. Enjoy yourself Octavius, and give Jedidiah my regards”.

With that, Ahkmenrah departed, leaving Octavius to his quest.

He raced forward asking where Jedidiah was. The people of the old west pointed him in the right direction. Soon he had found him. Jed was laying facing the ceiling, muttering about injustice and humiliation. Octavius beamed. Jedidiah hadn’t changed at all. Octavius took his helmet off and rushed forward, falling to his knees beside Jed. Jed felt someone beside him and looked over. His eyes widened, and he sat up.

“Octavius?”, he said as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Yes Jedidiah. I’m here. I missed you so.”

Jed put his hand on Octavius’ face and whispered, “I missed you too, pardner. I didn’t think ah’d ever see ya again. Yer eyes are still so beautiful.”

Octavius chuckled and replied, “My eyes pale in comparison to yours my heart. I knew we’d meet again. We still have much to do.”

Jed smiled, “I spose’ we do, don’t we?”

The two sat together for a moment when Octavius asked, “My love, why were you laying in the dirt muttering to yourself?”

Jed grunted and told him. Octavius tried to contain his laughter, but it was too difficult.

“Hey! I didn’t laugh at you when you got stuck in that soda can a few years back! So why’re ya laughin at me?!”

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at the situation. You must admit, it’s rather funny”.

“I guess it is pretty funny!”

For a good long while, the hall of miniatures was filled with laughter. Eventually, the laughing died down and the two miniatures heard music. A party no doubt.

Octavius stood and said, “We should head to the party, lest they become worried and send someone to fetch us. Here”, he offered his hand, “I’ll help you up”.

Jed nodded and replied, “Yeah I reckon yer right. Don’t want them worryin’ bout us”.

Jed reached up and took Octavius’ hand. Unfortunately, Octavius was still a bit weak, and when he pulled Jed up, his own strength failed and the two of them toppled over onto each other. They sat in surprise for a moment, before they dissolved into laughter yet again. When they settled down, Jed asked,

“Maybe we should just stay here for a lil while ya know? To get our strength back.” Jed scooched a bit closer.

Octavuis replied, “Yes, I do believe that would be wise. Wouldn’t want any more, accidents...”. Octavius leaned in and the two of them met in the middle. The kiss was sweet and gentle. Each of them put their hearts into it. They expressed every feeling; the frustration of lost time, the sorrow of goodbye, the joy of living again, and most importantly, the overwhelming love of being reunited at last. They talked for hours, and when their strength returned, they went to the party.

Pretty soon, it was like Ahk had never even left. The museum was alive once more, and Jedidiah and Octavius were determined to not let a single moment go to waste.

#jedtavius #natm #hope u like it dangos!#drega writes

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