A Night at the Museum

I am slowly beginning to lose interest in Night at the Museum, so I probably not going to get on this side blog as much as I once did when I first started. Note: I have no plans on deleting this blog. You are still free to look through all my posts and stories I had posted here. I will also leave the ask/submit open for anyone who feel like sending asks or want to submit stuff to me. 

As you may have noticed I hadn’t been active as much. Besides the fact that I sometimes go through phases of being more active on some days compare to others, I am losing interest in the Night at the Museum movies. However, despite that I may occasionally make a post or two depending if I have an idea. 

I still be on my main blog ( @carnivalwolf ) posting somewhat random stuff, so feel free to chat with me there as well.

(Kahmunrah narrowed his eyes as he reads the message.)

“Why are you still reading my diary entries? Are they really that interesting to you?”

Ivan: “If you have anymore concerns, feel free to contact us.”

(Ivan open his arms up and offered you a hug.)

Ivan: “We love you too.”

Napoleon: “Oui.”

Capone: “Yeah.”

(Ivan read the question out loud.)

Ivan: “I suggest being patient. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

Capone: “Though I don’t always agree with Ivan’s ideas, he does have a point, kid. It will take patience, but if the blog ain’t working for ya, then maybe take a step back and don’t worry about it anymore. It ain’t worth it if it’s giving ya problems.”

Ivan: “We can’t guarantee what the exact thing you’re doing wrong, but being creative and making your ask blog stand out from other ask blogs could help.”

Napoleon: “Oui. You can try looking at a few successful museum ask blogs to see how they run theirs and perhaps that could give you an idea on what to do with yours?”

Kahmunrah: “If I was a running an ask blog like yours I would had my face, or your character’s face in this case, where everyone could easily see me, such as in the background like on this blog.”

Ivan: “And I would focus on content of the blog. For example, I would make little stories of my adventures and post them in the ask blog. Like Kahmunrah’s Diary.”

Capone: “Like what the others are saying, make the ask blog stand out and tag it accordingly. If it seems empty and rarely active, people ain’t gonna be interested. Doesn’t mean you have to make posts constantly everyday. Just maybe every two or three days to show that you’re still around.”

Kahmunrah: “However, if the ask blog still doesn’t work, there is no point in continuing.”

Napoleon: “In the end, if it continues to stress you no matter what you to do, then it is not worth the stress.”

(Kahmunrah’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment as he read the ask.)

“Why were you reading my diary? Did Ivan have something to do with this?! Just you wait, I shall have my revenge, my dear short friend.”

    Followers, after uploading four entries to my “The Diary of a Pharaoh” on Archive of Our Own, I have a question I wanted to ask.

    So far, when I share a link to the story on my Archive of Our Own account, I had used the link option on tumblr.

And when I do, the post usually comes out something like this. (I am using my chapter 1 of “The Diary of a Pharaoh” as an example.

    Well, my question is whether you want me to continue to post it in the link option, or rather add a link to a text post like this one.

Example: “The Diary of a Pharaoh” Chapter 1

    The reason why I am asking is for two reasons, mainly one but anyway.

    The first reason, my main reason, is that I am concerned about the issues of spam bots and click baits sort of stuff on tumblr. With the issue of those sort things, I don’t want my links to accidentally be mistaken for a click bait of some sort, though I think several of the click baits are a given that they don’t belong on the tags.

Currently for this story regarding Night at the Museum I only have one chapter for “The Diary of a Pharaoh” which is the first entry of Kahmunrah’s Diary. I do plan on putting more there. I’m just not sure yet as how many “entries” (chapters) I’ll do for it.

I finally created an account on Archive of Our Own and plan on posting my Night at the Museum fan fiction there then sharing them to this side blog. So, if you see me sharing any links from a MasterExpedition on Archive of Our Own that would be my account on there.

Note, on Archive of Our Own I will be post other stories besides Night at the Museum fan fiction. I will be sharing the Night at the Museum ones of mine here, as for other stories I post there I probably will share to my main blog ( @carnivalwolf for anyone curious) and maybe to another side blog or two depending on what fandom the story is a part of.

Also, if and when I do share links from there onto this blog, if for some reason the link doesn’t work please let me know.

(A/N): Okay, so here’s my college au fan fiction. Kahmunrah is technically the main character for this story. Also thanks @natm2trashshippers for suggesting making this fanfiction. Anyway, I hope you all like it.

Characters: Kahmunrah, Ivan, Napoleon Bonaparte, Al Capone

Minor Characters: Jed and Octavius, Theodore Roosevelt, Sacajawea, Lancelot

Word Count: 2,119

      Kahmunrah was walking down the hallway when he spotted Jedidiah leaning up against the wall.

      “Do you have my homework completed?” Kahmunrah demanded.

      “I ain’t got your homework, Kah,” Jed growled, crossing his arms. “Nor am I doing it either.”

      “You better do it so I don’t fail this class,” Kahmunrah ordered, moving closer to the young blonde-headed boy.

      “That’s your own fault,” Jed responded, straightening up. “I ain’t doing squat for ya, and you can’t make me either. I’ll fight ya if I have to.”

      Octavius was coming down the hall when he spotted Kahmunrah moving closer to Jed. He immediately knew there was going to be trouble. There always is when Kahmunrah is around.

      “Is he giving you issue, Jed?” Octavius asks as he walked over to them.

      “Nothin’ I can’t handle, Octavius,” Jed replied, fists up, ready to fight. “He just thinks he’s all tough ‘ordering’ me around. All it takes is a few punches and he’ll back off.”

      “I’ll help you,” Octavius responded.

      “Oh, I see,” Kahmunrah spoke. “Your boyfriend’s here to save you, is he?”

      Theodore Roosevelt, one of the professors at the college, came around the corner and saw the trio. He overheard a little bit of the conversation and immediately knew there might be trouble.

      “Enough, boys,” Roosevelt ordered, before turning to Kahmunrah. “Don’t you have a class to attend in a few minutes?”

      Kahmunrah shrugged. “Maybe.”

      “Then I suggest you head to class,” Roosevelt commanded, expression firm and serious.

      Kahmunrah reluctantly obeyed and continued to walk down the hallway to his creative writing class, which he was dreading. He hated that class with a passion. In fact, he hated any class that he has to do any writing for such as essays and papers for homework. He could care less about the work. Even more frustrating is that he has this class with Lancelot, an annoying tall and attractive blonde-headed boy that is part of the basketball team. Though he dreaded the class and Lancelot, he didn’t really want to deal with Roosevelt lectures on how he should behave and whatnot.

      Kahmunrah arrived to class and sat in the back row in a corner next to Ivan. He had hoped that Lancelot was too distracted chatting with George Custer and Amelia Earhart that he had not noticed him entering the classroom and heading towards the back row.

      “Did you finish your story we are supposed to turn in for class?” Ivan asked his friend.

      Kahmunrah shook his head.

      “Why?” the Russian questioned. “It’s due today!”

      “It’s stupid and too silly,” Kahmunrah replied.

      Lancelot soon spotted Kahmunrah in the back row and excused himself from Custer and Amelia.

      “Oh, no,” Kahmunrah muttered as he spotted the blonde-headed boy walking towards them. “The idiot’s coming over here.”

      “Hello, Kah,” Lancelot piped, sitting down on the other side of Ivan. “I was worried something may have happened to you! Glad you made it safely.”

      “I wish something DID happen to me,” Kahmunrah said under his breath.

      “What’s your story about?” Lancelot asked.

      Kahmunrah growled, “I don’t have a story, now leave me alone.”

      “What’s wrong with him?” Lancelot asked Ivan, confused as to why Kahmunrah was so irritated.

      “Don’t mind him,” Ivan responded.

      Lancelot shrugged. “Okay, what’s your story for class about? I’m sure mine’s not as great as yours.”

      “Mine’s about the adventure of a Russian prince who befriends a unicorn,” Ivan responded.

      “May I read it?” Lancelot asked, curious about Ivan’s story.

      “After class I will give you a copy,” the Russian responded.

      “Wonderful!” Lancelot smiled, almost ready to hop out of his seat. He then faced Kahmunrah. Before he could say another word, Sacajawea, the professor of the creative class, spoke.

      “Class,” she said. “It’s 9:30.”

      Lancelot turned around to face the professor, excited for class to begin.

      “As you all know, the assignment is due this morning,” she continued. “And I see that most of you had submitted your stories through the dropbox. Those who hadn’t yet must see me after class.”

      For the next hour and twenty minutes, Kahmunrah suffered through his class, bored and ready to leave. Throughout the entire class he constantly glanced at the clock while Ivan listened intensely, taking good notes.

      When Sacajawea dismissed the class around 10:50, the students stood up and grabbed their books and notebooks. Over half of the class were leaving the classroom while a few remained behind to chat with the teacher.

     Kahmunrah had hoped that his professor was too distracted by the students asking her questions that she wouldn’t see him walk out, but he was wrong. He knew better than to underestimate her. Sacajawea was and has always been observant. No one could sneak anything past her.

      “Kahmunrah,” she called. Kahmunrah stopped and sighed before turning to face her. Sacajawea continued, “Where’s your assignment for today?”

      “I don’t have it.”

      “And why is that?”

      “It was a stupid assignment and I didn’t do it.”

      “I am sure you are aware that if you keep refusing doing your homework you will fail this class,” Sacajawea said firmly. “I also am aware that you won’t be happy if you have to take this class again, nor would your parents.”

      Kahmunrah shrugged it off, not caring about failing this class. Shortly after the conversation, he left and headed out of the building. Out of the corner of his eye as he was exiting the building, Kahmunrah noticed Ivan heading to another room with Lancelot, but that did not matter to him for he was glad to get rid of Lancelot. Ever since he met Lancelot he was immediately put off by the young blonde. He found him to be extremely annoying and way too hyper.

      The Egyptian boy had another class at 11:00, but he wasn’t interested in attending. It was an economics class, which he found to be extremely boring and couldn’t understand how anyone could like that class. He disliked it more than his creative writing class. It only encouraged him even more to leave the building as soon as possible and disappear before anyone discover him and learn of his plan.

      Kahmunrah left the building and headed towards another building on campus that held a theater where the theater students sometimes performed their plays and occasionally even the music students also performed there as well. As he entered the theater, Kahmunrah sat in the far back row, watching some of the theater students rehearsed. He was aware that what they were rehearsing was a Phantom of the Opera musical, not only due to him recognizing a song or two, but also due to his Capone, who is a theater major, telling him a few days earlier that his class was performing this particular musical.

      The Egyptian boy sat and watched the students rehearsing. It wasn’t long before Capone came out and took to the stage to perform his part. He was so focused on watching Capone performed that he didn’t even noticed Napoleon walking into the theater and sitting beside him.

      “Surprised to see you here, Kah,” Napoleon spoke, startling Kahmunrah for a brief moment.

      “I didn’t feel like going to my economics class,” Kahmunrah responded, still watching Capone.

      “Capone’s pretty good at singing,” Napoleon remarked, blushing.

      “Please tell me you two are finally dating.”

      Napoleon nodded, “Oui, we are.”

      “About time,” Kahmunrah commented. Without warning Kahmunrah began to laugh as he noticed an accident that suddenly occurred on the stage. “Did you see that?”

      “Oui.”

      “Obviously that person didn’t know what they were doing,”

      “Agreed. Oh, do you want to get something to eat after Capone’s through with rehearsal?”

      Kahmunrah nodded, “Sure. Why not?”

      After rehearsal was over, they walked down to the stage then to backstage to find Capone.

      “Capone!” Napoleon called as Capone was about to leave.

      Capone turned around, not realizing until then that two of his friends were there.

      “Hey, do you want to go eat out?” Napoleon asked.

      Capone, “Hell, yeah. Of course I do.”

      The trio soon went to another building that held a cafeteria that contained a fast-food restaurant. They happened to meet Ivan there, who was about to get food. After the group ordered their food, they went to a table that was near a wall so they gaze out of the huge windows and view a part of the campus. Napoleon and Capone sat side by side while Kahmunrah and Ivan sat on the other side.

      “How was rehearsal?” Ivan asked.

      “Great,” Capone said irritably. “If it wasn’t for people constantly screwing up.”

      “That what rehearsals are for, aren’t they?” Ivan asked. “To make a mistake and correct your mistakes?”

      “Well, you just hadn’t seen these people, Ivan.” Capone, for a moment, appeared as if he wanted to throw something. “These people just have no clue what the hell they were doing. Only a few of us actually know what we’re supposed to do and actually practice. Majority of the class are idiots who think this would be an easy class.”

      “It’ll be alright, Capone,” Napoleon said, attempting to comfort the annoyed Capone.

      “I know something that might cheer you up,” Kahmunrah spoke up, a grin appearing on his face. “A little prank on those idiots. Tonight.”

      “What do you suggest?” Ivan asked.

      “Well, obviously make them think that the place is haunted by ghosts,” Kahmunrah suggested.

      Capone looked up. “Of course, that can work. Most of the idiots there are very superstitious.”

      “Then that’s what we’ll do,” Kahmunrah laughed. “Give them a real scare and show them what’s real acting is all about.”

      “Do you want to join us, Nippy?” Capone asked his French boyfriend.

      “Well, since I don’t have any tests tomorrow, sure,” Napoleon nodded.

      That night the group sneaked out of their dorm rooms and located a few of the theater students that Capone highly disliked. They immediately got to work to scare the few students. Ivan, Napoleon, and Capone took their hiding spots as Kahmunrah quickly and quietly knocked on the students’ doors and dashed off into the shadows. One of the students, who was up late studying for his test the next day, opened the door but saw one, so he closed it. Kahmunrah continued knocking on the door and disappearing until the student decided to investigate. His friend woke up and soon follow.

      The two students soon begin to hear what they considered strange noises coming from down the hall. Before they finally got to the end of the hall, two more of their friends join them after having receiving a text from the student that was originally studying. The group followed the noise and found themselves in what appears to be an empty room, unaware that Napoleon and Capone were hiding in there.

      It wasn’t long before Napoleon and Capone began to make the room appear haunted. With little effort, the two friends manage to scare the small group of theater students. The small group dashed off to scurry to their rooms, unaware that they were about to fall into Ivan’s trap. As they run past one door, it immediately opened and makeshift monster jumps out which was actually thrown by and made by Ivan. The small group immediately scream, waking up a few other students that weren’t too far away.

      After the group was pranked, Ivan, Kahmunrah, Napoleon, and Capone sneaked back to their rooms without being caught.

      The next day, the very same students that Kahmunrah and his friends terrified with their haunting prank were telling all their friends about the incident and how terrified they were. Kahmunrah and his friends caught wind and couldn’t help but laugh as they heard the news.

      “The look on their faces,” Capone laughed. “Was hilarious last night.”

      “Good thing Ivan took some craft and art classes and made the mop monster,” Napoleon commented, laughing. “That was a good one!”

      After their laughed, Capone spoke up, “Nippy, don’t your orchestra have a concert tonight?”

      “Oui,” Napoleon replied. “I will have to practice with them some today before our performance. After all, I do have a solo to perform.”

      “Well, I guess you better get to it then,” Kahmunrah put in.

      That night, Capone, Ivan and Kahmunrah went to watch Napoleon perform with the orchestra. At one point during the concert, Napoleon had come forward and did a solo on his cello. The crowd cheered as he performed. By the end of the concert the audience applauded. It wasn’t long after the performance before Capone, Ivan, and Kahmunrah met with Napoleon backstage.

      “You were amazing,” Capone complimented Napoleon.

      Napoleon blushed, “Merci, Capone. I glad you came and watch me perform.”