priceless artifacts


A mysterious wooden idol found in a Russian peat bog has been dated to 11,000 years old - and contains a code no one can decipher.

The Shigir Idol

is twice as old as the Pyramids and Stonehenge - and is by far the oldest wooden structure in the world. Even more mysteriously, it is covered in what experts describe as ‘encrypted code’ - a message from a lost civilisation. Professor Mikhail Zhilin of the Russian Academy of Sciences’ Institute of Archeology said: ‘The ornament is covered with nothing but encrypted information. People were passing on knowledge with the help of the Idol.’

The statue had been dated as being 9,500 years old, after its discovery in a peat bog 125 years ago. But new research in Mannheim, Germany used Accelerated Mass Spectrometry on small fragments of the sculpture, and found it is at least 11,000 years old. That means the sculpture dates from the very beginning of the Holocene epoch - the era when man rose to dominate the world.

Start Over ➸ Raphael Santiago

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“Y/N?” Raphael’s voice made you turn around, from your examination of the priceless artifacts. You were ready to go off at the douchebag of a vampire, but when you turned to face the leader of the Brooklyn Vampire Clan, however, you gasped.

“Raphael!” He was a wreck, stumbling into his living room with his face half covered in blood that dripped from a cut above his forehead. He collapsed into your arms when you reached him, practically dragging him to the golden couch. As you set him down, you quickly scanned his body for further injuries.

“Raphael, what happened?”

“Werewolves - rogues - not local -” he chokes out, “I-”

“Hush,” you interrupt the vampire and began to wipe the blood away from his face.

“I-I need to go back,” he groans, wincing as he attempts to stand. “Simon.”

“No!” You snap, pushing him back to the couch. “You are in no condition to go anywhere! You can’t even stand!”

“I beg you,” he pleads, “Y/N, I have to, please.”

You pause for a moment, weighing the pros and cons before making a split second decision. “Take what you need,” you breathe, tilting your head so that he can access your neck.

“What?” Raphael’s eyes almost pop out of his head.

“You need my strength,” you explained, moving your hair to expose your neck even more. “You’ll gain it back faster if you drink blood from a live host. Take what you need.” Raphael moans at the smell of your angel blood and leans closer, giving in. You close your eyes when his lips land on your jaw.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, Y/N,” he groans, licking the spot behind your ear before leaving a deep purple hickey. “You smell so sweet, my dear, Y/N.” You can’t help but moan at Raphael’s words. Though he was about to suck your blood, the words coming from his mouth sounded so sensual. He drags his lips back to the area where your skin covers your jugular vein. Raphael takes a deep breath, attempting to restrain himself from plunging his fangs into your neck and draining your body of blood. He just needed some of your strength, not all of it.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Raphael murmurs to your skin, just above the spot he was planning to bite.

“Yes,” you breathe. And then Raphael is kitten licking the place he means to bite you. You can’t stop the moans and whimpers that you let out as Raphael continues his gentle assault on your skin, leaving hickeys that you knew would last for days.

“So honorable for a shadowhunter, “Raphael murmurs, his tongue massaging your sweet spot. “So ready, so willing to give up your blood for a vampire you barely know.”

“I know you quite well, Raphael Santiago,” you whimper when Raphael sucks another hickey into your collar bone. “Take my blood, vampire. You need it more that I.” Raphael pulls back from your neck to look in your eyes. “Raph…” you began, before the vampire shut you up with a tender kiss.

You whimpered at the gentle desperation behind the kiss. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were kissing Raphael Santiago, leader of the Brooklyn Vampire Clan. You wanted him to take your blood to replenish his strength. Raphael’s lips quickly became urgent, needy, and then he was pulling away. You whined at the loss of his lips. Raphael’s mouth landed on your neck, sucking, nipping, licking. Raphael could feel his fangs slide out over his bottom lip and he knew he couldn’t control himself for much longer.

“Try not to leave too much of a mark, huh, Santiago?” Your tease turns into a cry when he sank his fangs into your smooth flesh. The two of you moan in sync, the act so sensual that you can’t help it. In a blink of an eye, Raphael’s body is hovering above yours, and he’s letting your blood flood his mouth. He growls, the taste, the smell, the warmth of the angel blood overtakes his senses.


Raphael is now straddling you and unable to to control himself, as he was becoming drunk on your blood. The pain of his bite quickly turning to euphoria, as you grab at the rough material of the couch. Raphael grabs your hands and and pins them above your head. He can feel the strength steadily returning to his body.

“Raph, Raphael, please, oh god,” you’re wriggling underneath Raphael, struggling to free your hands, if only to run them through his hair. Raphael retracts his fangs from your neck and pulls away.


“Oh, so sweet, my love,” Raphael husks, licking the blood that dripped down his lips and chin. In an a moment of confidence, you lean forward and run your tongue along his jaw, catching a dribble of blood running down his chin. Raphael runs his own red tongue along your lips, and kissing you again.

You were crying out, mewling against his hair. He was a vampire for God’s sake, he was sucking your blood, and all you want was for him to-

Your breath sped up, and your heart as well. Your accelerated heart rate only made your blood flow faster into Raphael’s mouth and he could feel the strength rapidly returning to his body. You whined and moaned, grinding up into Raphael’s hips.

Your body began to feel limp. Raphael took so much blood. The world was beginning to spin, your vision becoming blurry.

“Raph,” you whisper, falling to the side, “Raph, stop, you can’t. You can’t. Raphael. Raph.”

Raphael was so caught up in drinking from your blood that he wasn’t listening to anything but your moans and whimpers. You bite your lip, high on euphoria, but needing him to stop before he drains you. Your hands manage to escape Raphael’s grip but he just takes hold of your head to keep you in place. Your fist thumps weakly against Raphael’s chest. “Raph…” you trailed off as your world began to dim. “Raph… stop.” Raphael payed no heed to your pleas. Perhaps he didn’t hear you. “Raphael…”

With that, your world went dark.

~~~

Raphael noticed something was off as soon as you fell quiet and your body went limp. Without a second thought, Raphael slides his fangs back into his mouth and he releases your neck from his mouth.

“Y/N, amor, my love…” Raphael trails off when he sees your body lying limp on the golden couch, blood running down your neck. “No!” he gasps. “No, no, no, no, no, please, Y/N. Please, no.” Raphael picks your body up in his arms, cradling you close to his chest. He ignores the blood dribbling from his chin onto your face, only focused on what he’d done. He almost drained you body of blood, and now you’re passed out in his arms because he lost control. Damn him and damn his hunger.

“No, no, please, I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, cradling your body to his chest. He knew he had to take you the Institute. As much as he despised the other Shadowhunters, and as much as he knew that they might just stake him through the heart, he knew that they were the only ones that could help you.

~~~

Alarms started going off as soon as Raphael stepped onto the Institute grounds. It hadn’t been 5 seconds before Alec Lightwood had an arrow pointed at Raphael’s face.

“Help her,” Raphael husks, before Alec can get a word out. Raphael is cradling you in his arms, not even caring that your blood is dripping onto his jacket. Alec’s face twists in anger when he sees your limp form. By this time, Simon had returned, unharmed to the hotel, but Raphael’s only care was you, the unconscious girl in his arms.

“What have you done?” Alec whispers in horror, reaching for you in Raphael’s arms. Raphael tightens his grip on you and backs away slightly, causing Alec to glare at him. “WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE?!” Alec roars, damn near releasing the arrow from his bow straight through Raphael’s throat.

Raphael would have smirked at Alec’s frustration had he not been worried for your safety. “I-I didn’t mean to,” Raphael rasps, tone pleading for the oldest Lightwood to believe him. “Please, just help her.” His breath hitches as he realizes the full extent of what he’s done when his ears hone in on your heart beat and he hears how slow it is. And that’s when he knew, that he could never forgive himself.

~~~

“I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen.”

“You hurt her. You drank her blood. How could you do something like that?”

“I swear, I didn’t mean to. I, I couldn’t control myself.”

“Then learn to! You’re always telling me I need to be able to control my bloodlust, and you can’t do the same! And now Y/N is hurt and in pain because you almost drained her!”

“I’m sorry!”

“You should be.”

~~~

You awoke, blinking slowly as your eyes adjusted to the dim light. You closed your eyes again for a moment before letting yourself open them again. The first thing you notice is that you’re in the infirmary. The second thing is that Raphael was at your side. He’s sleeping beside you, with your hand grasped tightly in his own. Raphael looks so peaceful, a nice change from his usual cold expression. His face is relaxed, lips parted, and his eyes moved underneath his eyelids every so often. You watched Raphael in his slumber for what seemed like forever.

Slowly, Raphael’s eyes flickered open and focused on you. As soon as he comprehends that you’re awake, his face breaks out into a silly smile. The mischievous glimmer that was usually in his eyes was replaced by relief.

“Y/N.” Raphael stands and hovers over you. The hand that is not holding yours cups your face with such tenderness that you didn’t think that the heartless (literally) vampire was capable of. “How do you feel, mi amor?”

You croak out an answer, and before you can blink, Raphael is gone and back with a glass of water. He takes your hand again and puts the glass of water in your other hand. After the cold water washes the parchment-like feel from your throat, you answer Raphael’s question.

“I’m alright,” you say softly. “My neck is a little sore-”  

“That would be my fault.”

“-how long was I out?”

Raphael scratches the back of his neck nervously. “3 days?” he says in a questioning tone. You’re eyes almost pop out of your head.

“3 da-” you fall back onto your pillow and place you free hand over your eyes. “Fuck.” Raph grins at your reaction, almost forgetting his guilt. Almost. You notice his troubled expression as he drops his eyes down to your intertwined hands. “Raph?” you say in a quiet voice, tilting his face upwards with a hand. He doesn’t meet your gaze. “It’s not your fault, you know. It’s hard for Downworlders to-”


“Resist angel blood, I know,” Raphael sighs as he squeezes your hand, before letting it drop to the mattress of the infirmary bed and stood up, facing away from you. He runs his hands through his hair, with was all tousled up from the amount of times he had already done that.  “But this was something else entirely. This-this was what I tell Simon he can’t do. I-I lost control of my bloodlust. I can’t afford that to happen. I’m the leader of the Brooklyn Vampire Clan for Christ’s sake!” Raphael winced when he said and you couldn’t help but let the corner of your mouth tilt upwards. Raphael glares at you playful as you snort out a laugh. “You think my pain is funny do you?” he growls.

“‘Lil bit,” you shrugged, amused. “But seriously, it’s not your fault, Raph. It’s in your nature, don’t blame yourself.” When Raphael’s expression turned to one of disbelief, you immediately regretted your words. “Raphael, that’s not what I-”

“Meant?” Raphael’s face contorted in anger, “Right. Because I’m just another Downworlder. Because it’s in my nature.”

“Raph, please, I-”

“Save it, Y/N,” Raphael sneers and puts a hand up to stop you from continuing, “Just, forget about it. Why don’t you just rest up and get back to hunting Downworlders. After all, it’s in your nature, isn’t it?”

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3 months later

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You shrugged your black leather jacket off your shoulders and threw it onto the chair in the corner of your room. As you peeled off your black tank top, balled it up, and threw it into the laundry basket (making a perfect shot might I add), you caught a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror by your wardrobe (Izzy idea, not yours). You sighed as you noticed the deep purple bags underneath your eyes. You can’t help but laugh out loud when you catch sight of the two fang shaped scars on your throat. That’s all you have to remember him by. A scar and absolutely no sleep. Well done, Y/N, well done. You didn’t bother to put on a shirt as you changed from your tight skinny jeans into a pair of leggings.

Tonight’s mission was worse than others. You kept seeing glimpses of Raphael while at Pandemonium. At first you passed it off as hallucinations, after all, you hadn’t been get much sleep for the past 3 months. And then you saw him, a human girl in his lap, and he was whispering into her ear, fangs flashing every so often. Enough was enough, you left the club immediately after you part in the mission was up, pausing only giving Magnus Bane a message to give to Alec. And then you headed straight back to the Institute.

You collapsed onto your bed as memories - happy memories - of Raphael flew around your head. No tears fell, you were numb at this point. Numb with pain. There was nothing left for you to do anymore except for wait for you to get over him. Wait for it to go away. Wait until you stopped seeing Raph’s disbelieving and hurt face every time you close your eyes. You began to drift off into a sort of waking dreams, half-sleep, that had taken over in the stead of sleep since Raphael left.

“Y/N! There’s something outside you need to see. Get the fuck up, Y/N! You have to see this.” Alec showed you no mercy as he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of bed. It wasn’t weird for any of the Shadowhunters at the Brooklyn Institute to see each other like this, they were practically family. So if anyone had a problem with Alec dragging you through the halls, half asleep, in just leggings and a sports bra, no one said anything. Alec pulled you along until you reached the main entrance to the Institute, opened the door and shoved you out in front of him.

“What the actual fuck, Alec?” you yawned and rubbed your eyes, irritated that Alec had woken you from what had seemed was about to be the only real good night’s sleep you’d have gotten for about 3 months and maybe the only one you would get for the next 6. The slam of the Institute’s door brought you to your senses that Alec had locked you out. And without your stele, you couldn’t get in unless someone let you in. “Fucking hell Alexander.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat caused you to turn away from the door to the marble stairs, pale pink rose petals littering the steps, all the way down to the bottom. And that is where Raphael stood, in his leather jacket, face pale as ever, and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Your mouth dropped open and you covered it with your hand.

A small, sheepish smile spread of Raphael’s face at your reaction. As you slowly descended the marble stairs “So I was thinking…” he began. “Maybe we could start over?” As you finally reached him, he held out the bouquet of flowers. You take them from his hand and gently place them on the steps. Your noses are almost touching as Raphael whispers, “Raphael Santiago.”

You laugh through tears as you say, “Y/N Y/L/N, a pleasure.” Raphael takes your hand and brings it up to his mouth, cold lips ghosting over the back of your hand as he replies, “I assure you, Ms. Y/L/N, the pleasure is all mine.”

Why can’t this be a real comic book. The Princess of Wakanda, Shuri is the sister of Black Panther, and an heiress to the throne of Wakanda. An important artifact representing the rich history of Wakanda with untold power has been stolen. To recover the priceless artifact she has tracked down Selina Kyle (Catwoman) it takes a thief to catch a thief. They have to recover the artifact before it’s true power can be revealed.

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Loved archeology, was always sort of in the background of everything but when she wasnt it was to beat up bec noir and lord english, probably breaks combs on her hair because its so thick, probably made an amateur archeology documentary and during filming found a priceless artifact

Cracking Safes

Prompt ~ Oh god… I just found a pretty weird prompt and now I so need this with Damian if that’s okay. It’s a dialogue one, so please help me out here! On person being like: “Oh my gosh, that would look so cute on you!” and the other one replying “I’m trying to crack a safe here. Be quiet.” with an older (y/n) and little Damian ~ please!

Extra ~ Damian Wayne x Older!Reader


 You and Damian snuck into a costume shop, it was past its open hours, the shop owners were suspected to be hiding priceless artifacts. You and Damian walked around, he clearly was more concentrated on the mission while you were looking through the costumes.

“Oh my god look at this!” You squealed, startling Damian. You pointed at a Robin costume not even close to resembling his.

“Please Y/S/N we are on a mission.” He snapped as he turned back to knocking on the shops walls looking for a secret safe. You rolled your eyes as you continued looking at the costumes. You accidently knocked into one of the racks causing it to fall over reveling the safe.

“I found it!” You shouted a little too loud, once again causing Damian to jump up.

“Lower your tone and move aside.” You stayed silent as he pressed his ear to the safe and moved the nob around. Your curious eyes looked once again over to the costumes, your eyes landed on a Batman costume. A small Batman costume one around Damian’s size…

“Oh my gosh, that would look so cute on you!” You squealed quickly bringing over the costume to Damian.

“I’m trying to crack a safe here. Be quiet.” You heard a click and the safe swung open reveling a room full of exactly what you guys were looking for, missing priceless artifacts.

“Time to contact Gordan.” You clicked on your communicator sending a signal to the police station.

“Okay done, we should totally get you this costume.” You continued putting it up close to Damian.

“It does not even look like the real thing.” He scoffed, you were about to disagree when you heard police sirens.

“That’s our cue” You and Damian ran out the shop heading back to the manor.


 You groaned as you walked into Damian’s room spotting him knocked out. Meaning you would have to write the report all by yourself. A black fabric caught your eyes from the corner of the room. You picked it up a smirk spreading across your face, it was the Batman costume.

oh my god man imagine modern day dragons who use their hoardes to fund kickstarters and pay off people’s debts and gofundmes
dragons with centuries’ worth of art in their hoards, who donate artifacts from once-thought-lost civilizations to their descendants
north american dragons with ancient native american pottery, whose caves are painted with ancient native american art, whose hoards have held and protected pieces of native american culture for generations
who remember everything that’s been lost, who help the disenfranchised and displaced to regain their cultures
dragons who use their hoards to start museums
who start charities and non-profit foundations
!!!!!
dragons who saved priceless, irreplaceable art and artifacts from the nazis
dragons who pulled books and manuscripts out of the flames of the library at alexandria
dragons who watched and recorded as rome fell
anti-capitalist historian dragons
!!!!!!
paleontologist dragons!
who have caves full of fossils and reconstructed skeletons
deep-sea dragons who collect from shipwrecks
thousands of years of history thought lost beneath the ocean, kept safe in underwater caves
dragons with censored hoards, who hold copies of old works, raw, and untouched by centuries of censorship for propriety’s sake

Magnus Bane vs Mundanes

Your Ex’s BOX: a few pictures, some old love letters, mix tapes, a teddy bear, the lip gloss you wore when you first kiss…a half empty box of chocolates from your last Valentine…a handmade card…a sweater….

MAGNUS BANE’S BOX: millions of dollars worth of artifacts, priceless diamonds, a vase from the Ming dynasty, a commissioned oil painting of the two of you, a dagger…and a firebreathing snake that he DIY-ed…

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The Sword of Goujian,

Between 1965 and 1967 Chinese archaeologists were conducting a dig near Zhang River Reservoir in Hebei Province.  50 tombs were discovered yielding 2,000 priceless historic artifacts.  Perhaps the most important was a bronze sword discovered in the tomb of an ancient Chinese king, what is now called the “Sword of Goujian”.  Crafted from bronze, the sword dates to the Spring and Autumn Period" of Chinese history (771 BC to 403 BC).  Amazingly, despite being around 2,500 years old the sword is in almost perfect condition, and still sharp enough to shave with. The incredible preservation of the blade is attributed to the composition of its bronze allow, and storage in an airtight scabbard.  The sword blade features a beautiful repeating geometric rhombi pattern as well as decorations of blue crystal and turquoise. The hilt is bound in silk and composed of eleven concentric circles. The blade itself is 55.6 centimetres (21.9 in) in length and  4.6 centimetres (1.8 in) wide at its base.  Overall the sword weighs 31 ounces.

The right hand side of the blade features eight characters which read “King of Yue made this sword for his personal use”. This leads a problem to the personal identity of the tomb, as there were nine kings who ruled Yue during the Spring and Autumn Period.  Despite controversy as to its owner, general consensus is that the sword belongs to King Goujian, who ruled Yue between 496 and 465 BC.

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“Stay where you are or I’ll shoot.” You heard a voice call out from behind you. 

“Are you now? I thought I was the bad guy who kills people with absolutely no remorse.” You mocked before turning around to face the Arrow, that’s when you froze.

“Roy?” You asked raising an eyebrow. 

“What are you–”

“Cut the crap Harper, I know it’s you.” You said as you took off your mask. 

“(y/n)?” Roy asked with wide eyes. “How’d you know it was me?” He asked confused. 

“I grew up with you, just because you distort your voice and wear a crummy mask I’m not going to recognize you?” You asked him before the realization of what had been going on just minutes ago hit you. 

“Listen, dude, is there any way I can get you to ignore the fact that I’m stealing this priceless artifact and let me go?” You asked sounding hopeful as you pocketed some queen’s necklace that you were hired to steal.

“Are you serious? You’re really trying to use our friendship to get me to let you go?” He asked disbelievingly. 

“Well, I suppose it was worth a shot.” You said as you backed up trying to get close to the edge. “Anyways I’ll be going now, maybe we can get lunch sometime.” You said before jumping off of the edge of the building. 

It was important to note that you’d spent the last few months in Central City and since the incident, you’d become basically industrictable so landing on the pavement wasn’t such a huge deal. 

“See you around Roy!” You shouted up at your friend before running off with your paycheck.

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I stopped doing homework to tell you guys about team Flash + the Rogues coincidentally meeting up at the same bar and, after seeing that neither side has anything malicious planned, end up getting shit faced together and they all wake up the next day with no memory of anything that happened, and few of them missing.

Len and Barry woke up naked in the same bed, Caitlin has a tattoo, Cisco’s hair is dyed, Mick is wearing a dress, and Lisa has a wedding ring.

They’re in the penthouse of a ridiculously expensive hotel with priceless artifacts the Rogues probably convinced them to help steal.

And in the spirit of Hangover!AU’s, there’s totally a baby.

Imagine Rip just chasing after Len, mick & sara like misbehaved kids

“Snart! Don’t touch anything!…No!…Put that back! I said Put it down! You can’t steal *priceless artifact from history*! …That wasn’t a challenge!!”

“Sara we talked about the knives! We are going to have a serious conversation about concealed weapons…Did you really have to be that violent?”

“Rory No! On my mar- do not listen to snart! No!You can not burn the warehouse down considering we’re still inside!”

Actual Grandpa Martin Stein

- makes sure everyone is eating enough on board.

- goes on long rambly rants about science and old timey things but he’s so adorable no one feels right telling him to shut up

- “Jefferson where is your coat” “Gray we’re in Nebraska in July” “I don’t care its nippy out!”

- Jax wears the coat

- doesn’t put up with Snart or Mick’s shit

- “If you two don’t stop stealing priceless historical artifacts I swear to Einstein I will time jump you right into a jail cell.” They believe him

- simultaneously cares about their well being

- “Mr. Snart that is not a lot of food are you sure you don’t want anything else? Also, where is the jacket you constantly insist on wearing? Aren’t you cold??”

- “Mick, put the matches- MR. RORY. YOU WILL BURN YOURSELF!” *flying tackle*

- doesn’t put up with people insulting his crew, especially when they find themselves in less than hospitable places for Kendra and Jax

- “What did you say about this young lady? Does it LOOK like she’s interested in the likes of you?”

- “I can handle myself, Martin.” “I’m aware of that Sara but to be frank he was pissing me off.”

- no one really knows what to do when he swears

- once he lost his glasses in 1705 and they spent two days looking for them before they remembered Gideon could just duplicate a pair

- makes nerdy science jokes alongside Ray at bad times

- “You could say this is…atomically bad.” “Wonderful, Raymond!” “That doesn’t even make sense!” “Nonsense, Jefferson, it makes perfect sense!”

- picks up cute knick knacks in various time periods for Clarissa. Everyone starts to keep their eyes out for ones she might like. Rip is irritated by the growing amount of ceramic cargo he’s carrying.

- knows that Jax never really got a dad. Tries his damndest to be a father figure to him.

- “Jefferson, I believe there’s a drag race in town and the Captain doesn’t need us for this particular mission. Would you like to go?”

- “Uh…Gray….it’s not the car kind of drag race.”

- “….oh. I apologize. The ad was misleading.”

- “It’s cool, Gray. It’s cool.”

- it doesn’t always work out like he plans, but Jax loves that he never stops trying.

  • cat: *throws furry self directly in my path as though I am a bus*
  • me: *trips knocks over lamp drops laptop throws paper and crackers and tea and bruises both elbows shatters priceless artifact*
  • me: OH MY GOD I am so sorry are you okay kitty come here sweety let me cuddle you and give you pets and treats and tell you how pretty you are oh my gosh I'm so sorry will you ever forgive me my poor kitty kitty
  • cat: *completely and utterly unscathed*
  • cat: success