#spartacus and the sun beneath the sea

[bigscaryd]

Live video from the Lost Caverns of Ixalan preview panel.

#mtg #magic the gathering #spartacus and the sun beneath the sea #les mondes engloutis #Youtube

[spaghettioverdose]

I just found what the name of a weird cartoon I watched as a kid was

It's called Spartakus And The Sun Beneath The Sea and it's literally a French cartoon about the hollow earth but Spartacus is there and also is the protagonist

[thefloatingstone]

I would eventually love to do a video on both Spartacus and the Sun Beneath the Sea as well as Mysterious Cities of Gold.

#my aesthetic is ''what if we made this kids' media about archaeology?''

[fagcrisis]

anyone remember spartacus and the sun beneath the sea. it was called elsüllyedt világ in hungarian i think

[spynorth]

LIST 5 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.

never let me go - florence and the machine //  looking up from underneath, fractured moonlight on the sea. reflections still look the same to me, as before i went under. and it’s peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you can not breathe, no need to pray, no need to speak, now i am under.

i’ll be good - jaymes young //  My past has tasted bitter for years now. So I wield an iron fist, grace is just weakness, or so i’ve been told. I’ve been cold, I’ve been merciless. But the blood on my hands scares me to death, maybe I’m waking up. I’ll be good, I’ll be good. And I’ll love the world like I should. I’ll be good, I’ll be good. For all of the light that I shut out, for all of the innocent things that I doubt. For all of the bruises I’ve caused and the tears, for all of the things that i’ve done all these years.

control - halsey  // I sat alone in bed ‘til the morning, I’m crying they’re coming for me. And I tried to hold these secrets inside me, my mind’s like a deadly disease - I paced around for hours on empty, I jumped at the slightest of sounds. And I couldn’t stand the person inside me, I turned all the mirrors around. 

doesn’t remind me - audioslave  // I walk the streets of Japan until I get lost, cause it doesn’t remind me of anything. With a graveyard tan and carrying a cross, yeah it doesn’t remind me of anything. I like studying faces in the parking lot, because it doesn’t remind me of anything. I like driving backwards in the fog, because it doesn’t remind me of anything. The things that I’ve loved, the things that i’ve lost. The things I held sacred that I dropped. I wont lie no more you can bet. I don’t want to learn what I need to forget.

the sound of silence - pentatonix  //  In restless dreams i walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone. Beneath the halo of a streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp. when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night. And touched the sound of silence.

& LIST 5 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.

“Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.”    // Ernest Hemingway - The Sun Also Rises

“But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—‘Thou mayest’— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.” // John Steinbeck - East of Eden

“From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.” // Franz Kafka - The Trial

“No,” Widget says. “On people. The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it’s still there, the events and things that pushed you to where you are now.” //  Erin Morgenstern - The Night Circus

“  I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe. // william blake - london

tagged by: @twistedwit tagging: @starsspin (amelia or qui gon or spartacus!), @trickstercaptain, @everafteriing (aurora), @vamporn, @coldreads/ @balldwin (you pick which!) + you!!! just tag me please. I want to see it.

#i guess?? #anyways this was fucking hard mainly bc i had to narrow it down to 5 for each category #i recommend every one of those songs. but the sound of silence is a legitimate religious experience #is it happy? is it sad? is it a good feeling? i dont know. #but it swells inside your chest until you're pretty sure you're gonna burst and be carried away by the wave of it #just saying. #i am obsessed with that song. #dash game tag tba ;

[lauras-happy-place]

#spartacus and the sun beneath the sea #kidcore #sfw agere #nostalgia

[bluezazz]

#spartacus #spartacus and the sun beneath the sea

[nowhitedove]

My friend

My friend is perfect, let me explain.

My friend is nice to me.

My friend makes really good sandwiches.

My friend helps people.

My friend always makes me feel safe when she says: "I gotchu homie!".

My friend always makes up excuses to touch me.

My friend and I have a friendship place (Yeah, I didn't know that was a thing either.).

My friend thinks I'm a... silly emo fuckboy, and she's about right.

My friend laughs at my jokes, even the dumb ones.

My friend has a pretty smile.

My friend forgives me.

My friend knows I mean well even when I fuck up.

My friend takes good photos.

My friend loves to make me tell that story, about the time she met my mom, to everyone.

My friend wants you to know my mother couldn't believe it.

My friend hangs out with me when I can't sleep.

My friend makes me proud to call her my friend.

My friend had the cutest reaction when I told her I wasn't a homophobe, but she still calls me gay.

My friend and I go on walks in the park.

My friend and I once watched the stars laying on a running track.

My friend pretends to care about anything I tell her, except game of thrones.

My friend told me something about my crying face that I can't recall, I hope she tells me again sometime.

My friend has been my friend for the least amount of time out of all, but she was there when I had no one.

My friend watched Yu Yu Hakusho and Spartacus and the sun beneath the sea.

My friend calls me on my bullshit.

My friend made the prettiest face when she saw the twist at the end of the Bojack episode.

My friend thinks I don't care, but knows I do.

My friend is not perfect, my friend is perfect to me.

[musicallisto]

Hi! I'd like to request ships for the PJO, Marvel and Playchoices fandoms (my fav books are ES, TC&TF and ILITW) if you don't mind! I'm a straight female (she/her) who's intelligent, hard-working, ambitious, sassy, sarcastic, determined, helpful, caring, logical and analytical, but also arrogant, bossy, stubborn, overly competitive, fussy over my friend's health (both mental and physical) and very averse to big changes. My dream is to become a lawyer because I want to use my skills to (1/2)

Help others. My hobbies include reading books, watching films and over-analyzing both. I suck at anything remotely physical but I'm rather good at all things school-related. For the song thing I'm going to choose Avicii's "Without You" because it's been stuck in my head all week xD. Anyways, thanks so much for doing this and sorry if I made any mistakes, English is not my first language 💙💙💙

I Ship You With...

Percy Jackson

there’s surely a lot of energy going on in this relationship, but even before you two were together, your friends used to say that even Mount Olympus could collapse with the strength of your passion (passion meaning ‘stubborn as HELL tendencies’, but I didn’t tell you that)

it’s honestly kind of tiring at times to be the protective, caring, and even fussy girlfriend of a demi-god who’s been the chosen one of probably 12 prophecies (and counting) and has a knack for fighting ancient monsters of legend and immortal creatures

you have to practically beg Percy for him to lay down a little so you can take of his injuries and take a nap with you, mainly because you’re so concerned about his physical and mental strain, but also for the selfish pleasure of having him only to you

“Oh come on, I’m gonna be fine, it’s really no big deal” “Perseus Jackson you have been fighting mythological monsters for two weeks straight I am COMMANDING YOU to take a nap with me”

him being the cheeky hero that he is - “well, if this is what my general commands” with a sly smile, but you can read the absolute exhaustion beneath his sea-green eyes

he never really had much interested in anything acamedic or school-related, what with his dyslexia and ADHD making it harder for him to concentrate for long periods of time on given subjects (and, you know, the occasional saving-the-world thing taking up a little of his time), but once he discovers how passionate you are about school stuff he’s tempted to make an effort and support you

when you have a big test coming up and you have to study, Percy typically sits (spins, actually) on a chair in your bedroom while you’re at your desk and randomly exclaims pop quizzes about the subject to make sure that you know everything

“what was the name of the gladiator who led a slave uprising against the Roman Republic?” “Spartacus” “correct. The gods talk about him sometimes. Jason heard he’s a fun dude.” “Percy, you’re not helping me” “I am helping you! how many students in your class have heard from Jupiter himself that Spartacus was a fun dude? you’re really gonna make a difference thanks to me.”

he just asks for a kiss in return; consider it payment for helping you pass your ancient history exam with flying colors he’s an all-around amazingly supportive boyfriend, though

Tony Stark

did you just say you’re overly competitive? oh mygod

if there is one thing that Tony Stark hates more than losing, it’s losing to you. when you get that smug little smile of yours and start prancing around the Avengers Tower like you’re queen of the world because you beat him in whatever stupid thing you were both doing and it’s !!!! ARGH infuriating he hates it. no, really, he does. totally does not like it at all. it’s only for the pleasure of CRUSHING YOU to pieces that he constantly challenges you to anything and everything.

chess nights at the Avengers Tower have never been wilder and tenser. (except for Bruce, who just enjoys the whole debacle, giggling in the background, because he can see you’re both so bad and he could have won this whole thing three rounds ago. unless you’re looking to prolong the fun?)

both of you taunting the other to give up now and save themselves the humiliation of the slaughter you’re preparing. metaphorical or physical slaughter, no one really knows, especially because it never comes. the only way these dreaded, hellish chess games end is either in blood after Natasha throws the board in utter despair, or with you both having fallen asleep in the middle of moving your knight

there is a tenderness, however, in the way you care about each other, but you don’t show it that much, as if this sudden vulnerability came into conflict with the other sides of your personality. but it is undeniable. you care about each other, deeply. it’s enough to see how whomever woke up first from the infamous chess half-night wraps the other in a blanket and gently eyes them as the sun rises slowly

how you nag him to take a break when he’s been overworking himself, fighting all the threats and taking upon his shoulders the responsibility of saving the whole universe (and more)

and how he holds you steady, close to his heart, in the dead of the night when New York City almost falls silent and there’s nothing but your appeased breathing and the faint echo of a moonlit breeze

Lucas Thomas (It Lives In The Woods)

nerd meets prep in three, two, one...

(notice how I didn’t clarify who’s the nerd and who’s the prep)

I mean, if Lucas isn’t a nerd already, he turns into a big one whenever he’s with you. how could he not? you exude radiance and positivity and passion whenever you explain in great detail whatever you book you finished last week and you’re still obsessed with. how you pick up on the character development and how clever the symbolism is and just... ugh Lucas please baby read it you’ll see it’s just so good. with a laugh, he says he’ll try to fit it in his schedule. it sounds like the lame excuse you’d give someone when you’re not interested at all, but actually the first thing he does on his way back home from school is stop at the public library and borrow the book

he finishes it in one night, as you can tell by the foot-long bags under his eyes the next morning at school (longer than usual, anyways), but also by the content, even smug little smile that he wears on his face.

“so, what did you think about it??” you ask, hopeful, when you notice that he doesn’t seem completely apalled by the experience

cue montage of you two enthusiastically discussing every aspect of the book and the writing and the worldbuilding over lunch, in between classes, and even when you’re supposed to be studying

when you actually do study though, it’s always very intense because Lucas takes his homework and academic success very seriously. maybe even too seriously? you’re the one who makes sure that he catches a break every two hours to grab some water or take a breath of fresh air

he doesn’t need it, though, he retaliates, and you would find it agonizingly cute and endearing if you weren’t so mad that the boy will NOT listen to you. “you are my breath of fresh air”, he murmurs with a boop on your nose, before getting back to work

that absolute, lovestruck, handsome and brilliant fool

#ships #matchups #percy jackson #pjo #marvel #mcu #tony stark #playchoices #it lives in the woods #lucas thomas #mywriting

[weirdlandtv]

Do you have any art at all, concept or otherwise, for "Spartacus and the Sun Beneath the Sea"?

I’ve found a few things, some concepts and setups and stuff. I’ll post them on Tuesday, okay?

[castus-the-pirate]

(Ask Barca) Askbox Roulette!

Put To Death By Any Way Of My Choosing (Yikes) 

[Warning, prompt dictates it’ll be nsfw because violence and death, also trigger warnings for such. Basically it’s like a typical ep of Sparty] 

Castus came to consciousness suddenly. First he was aware of the feeling of being chained up somewhere in the open air, under a hot sun. And then the voices. Roman voices and cries of pain. 

He wrenched his eyes open and was almost blinded by the brightness. One of his eyes would not fully open but even so the sun was dazzling. There was Roman tents encircling what seemed to be a torture field. Some were chained, some were dead and discarded and others were nailed onto posts and left halfway between life and death. The smell of blood and death was stronger than anything else. This was Tartarus risen from the depths of Hades. This was the fucking Roman Empire in all it’s glory. 

And then he heard his name whispered by beloved voice and he both felt joy and despair. Turning his head, he saw that chained beside him was Barca, bloody and seriously injured but very much alive. 

Alive now to die later at the Roman’s pleasure. 

They were robbed any chance for conversation by uniformed Romans approaching. For a moment the garb and helmet disguised one of them but his voice betrayed him. The spy that had infiltrated Sinuessa. Now he was putting his knowledge to new purpose, naming captives and announcing their ‘crimes’ to the men at his side. 

“This one,” He gestured towards Barca with as little care as a person motion to a rug at market, not a human being who was bleeding in shackles. “Was the ‘Undefeated Gaul’s’ righthand man. One of the original from the slaughter at the house of Batiatus. Responsible for untold amounts of Roman murders.” 

The man, Caesar he recalled was his true name, took great delight in using past tenses and mocking tone when referring to Crixus’s famous title. The delight sickened Castus so much that it took longer than it should have for meaning to become clear. Crixus was dead. The grim resolve on Barca’s face confirmed it, though Castus knew his lover and saw the rebellious pride on Barca’s face when it was noted how long he had been free and part of Spartacus’ rebels. 

One of the other men moved forward, grabbing the chains that linked the shackles around Barca’s ankles and wrists all together when fucking Caesar spoke up again. His wicked eyes had fallen on Castus. 

“Wait!” His arm flew out to stop the man, a man Castus presumed was Crassus. The man looked displeased by the order but tolerated it. “This one stands his lover.” He pointed directed at Castus who bared teeth in response. His throat was painfully dry but he was not going to go down weak and submissive to these cunts.  

“Glaber gutted your last boy before his death, did he not Barca?” He taunted, causing the Beast of Carthage to snarl and curse at him. Castus had, of course, never known Pietros but he had heard enough to know he’d been younger and sweet, had learned to fight fiercely and the few times Barca had spoken of him or his death, he burned with pride. 

Suddenly Castus’s chains were loosened from the others and he was yanked, he barely moved his feet into time to accommodate as he was dragged forward as the men discussed him like he wasn’t there. 

An example. Teach the Beast what following Spartacus and Crixus has cost him. Make him watch. 

Castus struggled the best he could against them even as he stood shackled and bloody, injured from previous battle. His elbow connected with a face and sent a helmet flying off to the ground, his foot connected with someone else’s crotch and they cried out in pain. Of course it didn’t last long, soon they were even more Roman’s and they forced him to the ground. 

Realisation hit him and he realised he was being lain against a piece of wood and being unshackled. They meant to crucify him and make Barca watch every agonising moment until death. 

His eyes searched and, between two solider he met his lover’s eyes. His beloved, his heart, his Barca. The night before this final battle, Barca had asked Castus is he truly regretted nothing of the path that had lead him to battle. The losing his life at sea, the betrayal of his comrades, the bitter winter in the mountains. Castus had said that he did not because the fates had traded those things for Barca’s heart. Barca’s arms. Barca’s cock. (Barca’s had, particularly, liked that last comment and had enthusiastically reminded Castus how skill he was with it). 

Knowing that his love could hear him in he rose voice, he used all he had in him to say “I regret nothing.” As his eyes stayed locked with Barca’s. 

Romans around him jeered at the words but, even when they started hammering the nails through flesh he repeated as he screamed in pain with ever growing conviction. “I regret nothing. Nothing. I regret nothing. Barca, I. FUCK THE GODS. I regret nothing, Barca. Nothing. I have known love. I regret nothing.” 

His voice failed him, his breathing laboured from pain and he was hung up on the post, his feet dangling uselessly beneath him. His eyes remained on Barca, however. The reason he was on this path in the first place, the reason he did not regret it even now. 

@ask-barca

Askbox Roulette 

#barca #castus #barca the rebel au #tw death #tw violence #angsty mcangstface #anonymous

[matt0044]

NC should do a WTR on Spartacus and The Sun Beneath The Sea

#Nostalgia Critic #channel awesome #that guy with the glasses #was that real? #spartacus and the sun beneath the sea #les mondes engloutis

[thefloatingstone]

Some old art of Bic and Bac I drew in 2014. My art was going through a bad period around this time but I still like this drawing.

I was thinking about them again.

“We are inseparable when we are together We are irreparable when we are apart”

#artists on tumblr #Spartacus and the Sun Beneath the Sea #les Mondes Engloutis #80s #I need a better art tag #old art

[lauras-happy-place]

Spartacus and the Sun beneath the sea: Bic & Bac

#spartacus and the sun beneath the sea #kidcore #sfw agere #nostalgia