#Baz Pringle

[atariforce]

Atari Pong by Baz Pringle

#Atari #Pong #3D modelling #3D render #digital art #arcade #video games #retro gaming #Baz Pringle

[russnightlife]

For those who need it: a full list of every name in Toast of London. Credit here:

Full list of character names from the Toast of London Universe:

Steven Toast

Jane Plough

Ray Purchase

Kenton Schweppes

Ed Hauser Black

Goodhouse

Cliff Promise

Clem Fandango

Kikini Bamalam

Beezuz Fafoon

Susan Random

Jemima Gina

Kika Brite

Acker Herron

Greta Cargo

Royce Coolidge

Mr Fasili

Ellen Toast

Mick Carriage

Howard Bugawitz

Martin Aynuss

Senna Poddington

Ricky Seasack

Derek Sibling

Danny Bear

Portia De Coogan

Thomas Ledger

Strawberry Wrathbone

Lord Fotheringham

Toby Hopkinson-Finch

Blair Toast

Commander Scott Gorham

Russel House

Chris Bread

Roy Highnock

Sookie Houseboat

Brooke Hooberman

Yvonne Wryly

Kate Kahn

Hamilton Meathouse

Poshdong Mingemuncher

Nick Swivney

Wendy Nook

Linda Praise

Warren Organ

Thumper

Lola

Paige

Ruby

Norris Flipjack

Duncan Clench

Bob Fennison

Mr. Cockatip

Ken Suggestion

Penny Traitor

Dennis Thwaits

Betty Pimples

Axel Jacklin

Basil Jet

Parker Pipe

Kerry Hammersnag

Sterling Porridge

Max Gland

Lindy Makehouse

Colin Skittles

Jackie Paper

Honeysuckle

Francis Bacon

Lorna Wynde

Una Length

Rob Continental

Sue Pressure

Peggy Plywood

Scott Chesnut

Penvelope

Rupert Howser Black

Col. Gonville Toast

Clancy Moped

Vic Titball

Pookie Hook

Bob Monkhouse

Larry Muggins

Dennis Fog

Derek Bildings

Shane Fulorgy

Frank Zammer

Ormand Sacker

Varity Map

Bill Purchase

Tony Excalibur

Champion House

Cocker Boo

Michael Prance

Church Weaver

Heathcote Pursuit

Kay Tightneck

Iqbal Achieve

Basil Watchfair

Nan Slack

Peanut Whistle

Dick Weerdly

Sal Commotion

Giuseppe Race

Howard Blackcap

Daz Klondike

Kai

Sola Mirrornek

Sue Pepkins

Neil Doobla-Decca

Des Wigwam

Dr Harold Shitman

Les Tipi

Chris Marquee

Rob Scouthut

Russ Nightlife

Kenny Ethnic

Hercule Razamataz

Ray Sober

Romley Compton

Dwight Difference

Billy Tarzana

Nina Armenian

Edward Fox

Shepherd Jerbîl

Professor Map

Sonny Sam Disco

Weech Beacon

Liberty Jerbil

Ben Egyptian

Jennifyer Madraass

Snorky

Will Willis

Phyllis Willis

Carmen

Richard Chickentoss

Hoop Kaaak

Ms Wisehunt

Mrs Greenflash

Bellender Bojangles

Barney

Hayley

Blondie

Gypsy

Old Timer Bill

Wildcat Lil

Doc Brown

Rusty Halloween

Agent Saucepan

Sorry Johnson

Wallace

Kelsey Perfume

Frank Succession

Tycoon Lancaster

Jesus Bond

August Burdock

Clint Legal

Tony Fabrizio

Hawk Fahrenheit

Mews Frumpty

Frank Forfolk

Chelsea Bladdersby

Oswald Mosley

Kate Lethargy

Fancy Alexander

Dinky Critenbers

Pig Shovely

Billy Stylish

Sir Norman Brocktight

Basil Stillborn

Kimberly Banana

DI Leonard Chaffich

Una Stubbs

Surely Residue

Warren Organ

Hissy Oversight

Ms. Crawshaft

Merrody Ferrybank

Allan Chance

Doug Birka

Martin Shore

Lolly Badcock

Jill Quear

Vigo Typhoon

Danny Laroux

Cool Black

S’en hammerstad

Gerald Selfish

Peter Nose

David Geurring

Haneth khorishi

Baz Ravish

Enty Strepsils

Comma Dora Green

Vaginta Staples

Aalan Aadams

Harvey Motel

Peter Thatchelwaite

Ryslip Tyres Dot Com

Donald Suckling

Stuart Pringle

Susan Bench

Cliff Stalways

Billy Sprayman

Trevor McGuelish

Earnest Gangly

Sydney Shipton

Barry Bouffant

Drayton Curfew

Septum Crowbar

Dick Circus

Liz Pulp

Rob Darby

Vanessa Fence

Vince Kendal

Mac Darby

Sally Joint

Welk Ashby

Maggie Gail

David Hammod

Leo Seer

Kit Blackcheek

Jackie Kak

Howard Tissue

Albert Eichborn

Peter Swaff

Rob Bonnet

Perry Bluehouse

Lee Bacon

Connie Sheik

Cliff Bonanza

Rula Bingo

Oliver Whasson

Watkins Winchester

Warwick Kineer

Ruth Lingum

Adam Haalal

Lionel Harshmaker

Gary the Plumber

Royce

#toast of london #toast of tinseltown #steven toast

[spectogram]

Do I care about simon and baz going to therapy? No!!!! Yawn boring!!! Do I care about sticking simon and baz in a pringles can and shaking it? Yes give me 80k of simon and baz fighting for their lives while I shake them around like a couple bugs for my sick amusement

#simon snow series

[georgiabread]

dust off your wings

summary: simon snow used to slay dragons. who would have thought he’d be afraid of moths?

rating: T

word count: 2425

ao3 link: dust off your wings

SIMON

I’m not saying I don’t care about the environment, but if all species of moths died out, I wouldn’t be upset about it.

I certainly don’t need them around. Especially when I’m half-asleep on the sofa watching Lord of the Rings. I might’ve had a nap. I know Penny’s studying in her bedroom and Baz – well, he left to get a drink (of blood) earlier, but I think he wanted to go home. I don’t expect him to come back. But now I can’t have that nap.

Because there’s a ginormous moth – probably the size of my face – chilling on the wall below the window. I know it’s the size of my face because one time, a moth flew right into me while I was searching for Baz in the Catacombs. I had just swung my torch round a corner, and one of those manky sods hurled itself out of the dark and nearly went in my mouth. Screamed blue murder, I did, before I legged it to the exit.

Right now, I’m seriously considering doing the same thing. Realistically, I should just leave it alone. Or scoop it up and put it outside. Or kill it. If I still had magic, I could kill it. I was absolutely rubbish at casting spells, though – I’d probably create more moths.

I try to let Lord of the Rings distract me, but the moth hovers in my peripheral vision like it’s a threat and I can’t loosen my shoulders. I can’t just leave it there. Merlin and fucking Morgana…

Frustration flares up in my chest, and suddenly I’m standing, the TV on pause. I pick an empty bowl from the floor (I ate all the salt and vinegar crisps) and scowl at this dastardly thing in my house. My feet won’t move me any closer, though. I feel awfully exposed without a shirt or shoes. Bugs are easier to fight when you’re wearing shoes, I reckon.

I creep forward anyway, holding the bowl to my chest like a shield instead of the trap it’s supposed to be. The moth just sits there. All I need to do is get the dish on top of it, right? I can figure out the rest later. I sort of jerk towards it, but I don’t actually go all the way. Fuck, I’m not getting anywhere. I’m fucking useless. Why can’t I just –?

I let out a sharp growl and launch the dish at the moth. And I miss it completely. The bowl clatters on the floor, and the moth jumps off the wall and right into my face again. I shriek, scrambling away, trying to strike it and then – well, I fucking vault over the sofa, don’t I? Wings flaring and everything.

I look up after regaining my balance, and the moth is gone.

That’s when I hear the squeal of the door hinge, and I swivel around. Baz is standing on the threshold, gaping. He looks like he just witnessed an attack from the Humdrum. There’s colour in his cheeks again.

‘What the fuck just happened?’ he asks.

BAZ

Usually, I wouldn’t put it past Simon Snow to treat his furniture like hurdles. He’s boisterous. He’s a child with a sugar rush. And without his magic, he always needs an avenue to channel all that stifled energy. Just...not recently.

Recently, that energy has festered away in his bones, trapped and sweaty for as long as he’s spent lying on the sofa. It’s like he doesn’t want it to go anywhere. Like if he lets it escape, he’s losing his magic all over again.

So, yes, it baffles me when I walk into the room to find him bouncing off the cushions and lifting empty snack packets in the thrust of his wings.

It’s nice to see colour in his cheeks, though.

Snow crosses his arms over his bare chest and slouches awkwardly against the back of the sofa. He doesn’t look as nonchalant as he’s trying to be.

‘Baz,’ he says, messing with his already-dishevelled hair. ‘I thought you were going back to your apartment?’

I frown. ‘I told you I was getting a drink.’

‘Well, yeah. But I thought –’

I’m not having this conversation right now. ‘Can you answer my question? What did I just walk into?’

‘Oh – nothing. I just, um, I needed to stretch my wings.’ He sprawls them out across the air as if to drive his point home.

‘And you found it necessary to leap over the furniture?’

He nods a little too fast. Crowley, he’s thick.

‘Are you sure you weren’t rushed by a magickal creature or something?’ It’s likely – to some dark creatures, Simon’s sacrifice made him no less of an enemy.

‘Yes, I’m sure. I’m fine if that’s what you’re worried about,’ he scoffs.

I catch the way his gaze sprints around the room. He’s clearly not fine. He’s on his guard, but for what, I’ve no idea.

(It’s stupid, yet) I wonder if it’s me.

My jaw tightens, and I shrug off my coat to give my hands something to hold. ‘Well, I’m not worried, so I think I’ll –’

As I turn, something black quivers to my right. Before I can react, I realise it’s just a moth. Snow, however, hisses a bunch of curse words and flings himself to the far end of the sofa.

‘Snow, what on earth?’ I follow his gaze, and the moth settles on a lampshade. ‘Oh.’ My eyebrow quirks. ‘So that was the magickal creature threatening your safety.’

‘The – what?’ Snow splutters. ‘The moth? Come on, that’s tosh. It wasn’t threatening me – I’m not – I don’t even –’

I’m smirking now. ‘You know they’re harmless, right? All they do is bump into walls.’

‘Of course I know. You’re acting like I’m bloody terrified of ‘em.’

‘Aren’t you?’

Snow juts his chin out, fists like dumbbells at his hips. ‘No,’ he spits.

‘No?’ I peer at him, sifting through all that heat and flinty resolve. He’s trying to make this a challenge. He’ll only admit defeat if I don’t take him up on it, so I shrug. ‘Alright. I’ll take your word for it,’ I say, slinging my coat over the sofa, meandering towards the armchair.

Snow’s tail thumps against his trackie bottoms as I collapse into the seat. I slide my phone out of my pocket and pretend to look distracted. The moth sits on the lamp.

‘Baz,’ he says.

I settle deep into the grey cushions.

‘Baz.’ Again, but louder.

‘Hmm?’

‘Baz, I’m not –’ He huffs.

I glance up, and his eyes touch on the moth for half a second.

‘They just bother me,’ he finally pushes out. ‘They’re always flying around like they’re having a fucking fit, especially with those huge, noisy wings. Absolutely bonkers, they are. And they leave dust everywhere. I’m sick of it.’

I don’t smile, but the urge is fierce. ‘That’s an awfully strong vendetta against moths. Can’t you leave them to absorb their light in peace?’

‘If they’re so obsessed with light, why don’t they just fly into the fucking sun?’

‘They’re nocturnal, Snow,’ I deadpan. ‘Ever seen a moth during the day?’

He frowns like we’re back in Magic Words and I’ve just told him it’s I couldn’t care less, not I could care less. Then he looks at the moth again. ‘They probably wouldn’t be as scary if they came out at daytime,’ he mutters.

‘So you are afraid of moths,’ I announce, springing forward on an armrest.

‘No, I just –’ Snow bristles. I can almost hear the words crashing together in his mouth before they burst out. ‘Okay. Yeah. I am fucking afraid, alright? I’m scared of moths. Isn’t that a bloody laugh? Simon fucking Snow is afraid of bugs. You happy now?’

Cold guilt plunges down my spine. I dig my nails into the upholstery, and Snow’s heavy breathing loiters after his words. He’s watching the moth again. Crowley, I had no idea he would – I didn’t think it would be about this.

I stand up, aiming for the kitchen, and Snow meets my eyes. ‘I can get rid of it, if you want,’ I say casually.

He hesitates, and then shrugs.

Somewhere under the breakfast bar, there’s a cupboard stacked with plastics. I snatch a wide container. If I wanted to, I could easily send the moth outside with a teleportation spell and be done with it. But using magic in this apartment is like walking through a minefield – one misstep and Simon detonates. (Not like he used to, but that doesn’t mean there’s no collateral damage).

‘I can understand where the fear comes from,’ I say, moving back towards the lamp. ‘They are a bit erratic.’

Snow shrugs again. ‘Yeah.’

‘Too bad humans invented electricity and ruined their flight paths.’

‘I thought light was good for them.’

‘Not artificial light – they need the moon to guide them. They’re quite similar to magickal moths, except those are about three times bigger.’

‘Oh, fuck.’

I can’t help giggling. ‘Relax, Snow. They feed on the dark instead of light, so you’ll only find them in caves and such.’

‘Oh. Right.’ He tugs on a thatch of hair, grinning sheepishly.

I roll my eyes. Simon Snow is an impossible wonder. He used to slay dragons. ‘Come here, you numpty,’ I say, shaking my head.

‘What?’

‘I said, come here.’

I’m standing by the lamp, open container at the ready. Simon’s wings, not quite tucked away, waver in the space around his arms as he inches towards me.

‘Here, look. You have to be gentle.’ I sink the container around the moth and slide the lid underneath. Snow’s got his shoulders all bunched up, and he’s hissing, but the wings of the moth barely flutter as it clambers neatly into the box.

I twist around, and my heart hits my ribcage. Snow’s closer than I realised. He smells like Pringles and dirty laundry, but I can feel his warmth, and I’ve missed it. I’ve missed him. I swallow, holding up the container. ‘Want to see?’ I murmur.

Snow grumbles in his throat before taking the plastic in his fingers. He’s giving the moth one of his move-once-and-I’ll-break-your-neck looks (not that moths have necks). But his wings ease around his shoulders.

‘Why is the body so thick, though?’ he blurts.

‘Crowley, enough with the harassment. The moth has done nothing to deserve this.’

‘It launched itself into my bloody face!’

‘That was your fault, I gather.’

‘It was threatening me.’

‘Well, we’ve trapped it now. If you release it outside, you won’t be intimidated by its thick body ever again.’

‘Fuck off, Baz.’ There’s laughter in his voice as he turns away. He manages to reach the balcony before he hesitates. ‘So I just – what, I just chuck it over the railing?’

I stand at the door and watch him. Dusky wind catches in his curls, and they bounce across his forehead. His eyes are unsure, but his wings cradle his figure. He looks lovely. ‘You’re exactly right,’ I say.

‘But what if it flies back in?’

‘Trust me, it won’t.’

Snow nods, almost trying to convince himself. Then it happens in a rush: he tears off the lid, hurls the moth into the night, scampers off the balcony and shoves the door closed.

I raise an eyebrow.

‘What?’ he wheezes. ‘That was well easy.’

I can hear his blood churning. ‘I didn’t say it wasn’t.’

Snow perches himself on the arm of the sofa, and all the excess tension drains from his shoulders. His eyes fall shut.

When they open, we’re left with something different. An old tension. The kind that sloshes around your ankles and ferments between your toes. I scrape my hair off my face, searching the room for my next words.

Snow beats me to it. ‘Well, the moth’s gone. You should probably go home soon,’ he says. ‘It’s getting kinda late.’

His words dig right between my lungs. I try to meet his eyes, but he won’t look at me. ‘Do you want me to?’ I ask.

He swallows.

And because she has a penchant for interrupting serious moments, Bunce gusts into the room like a hurricane and says, ‘Basil, you’re back! Are you staying for dinner? You might as well, I was going to make cheese toasties.’

(Snow suddenly looks interested.)

‘Although I need to finish studying first,’ Bunce goes on. ‘I just wanted to check in, ‘cause I heard some commotion earlier, but I don’t think it registered in my brain until just now.’

‘We’re okay, Bunce.’

‘We got attacked by goblins again.’

Bunce snorts, pushes her fingers up under her glasses and rubs her eyes. ‘Okay. I’m going back under. Don’t hurt yourselves.’

She closes the door when she leaves.

I look at Snow. ‘Does she know about –?’

‘No. Shut up.’

‘Hold on – I’m the first person you’ve told. This is new for you.’

Snow groans sharply and drops back into the sofa. ‘D’you ever get tired of being such a sod?’ he mutters.

‘Of course not. That’s my only desirable trait.’

He scoffs and I sink into the cushions beside him. He’s frowning at the ceiling.

I want to sweep my fingers through his curls. I think he’d let me. ‘Hey. You’re allowed to be frightened of things, you know,’ I murmur, brushing his fringe out of his eyes. ‘Even things that don’t seem frightening. I think it would be somewhat unfair if you weren’t.’

There’s a trail of silence before Simon pushes himself upright. He gnaws on his bottom lip. And then he asks, ‘What are you scared of?’

I turn and gaze at him, all of him. There’s so much of Simon Snow left behind, and yet there’s almost nothing. I know exactly what I’m scared of. I’m drowning in it.

‘Wasps,’ I say.

He huffs out a laugh. ‘That’s fair.’

Our shoulders are touching. I want to touch more of him – his hands, his face, his lips. I’m not sure he’d let me.

Instead, I turn my eyes to the TV. ‘What are you watching?’ I ask.

‘The Fellowship of the Ring,’ he says.

‘Oh, Merlin. What part are you up to?’

‘Gandalf’s trapped in the tower. I think he’s trying to make the eagles come save him – by talking to a fucking moth.’

I snicker. ‘Would you talk to a moth to save me?’ I ask.

‘Nah. Already got wings, haven’t I?’ Simon gives me a half-smile, and he’s always been right here. His ankle knocks gently against mine. ‘I’ll save you myself.’

#snowbaz #carry on #wayward son #snowbaz fanfiction #fluff #humor #hurt/comfort #fear #simon snow

[carryonbazpitch]

Another tag game

I was tagged by @kitherondaleswife thank you so much!! Tag games are a lot of fun and its a great way to start getting back into using my tumblr <3  (a lot of the people tagged will know me from my sideblog: @allforthe-foxes ) Rules: Tag 9 people that you want to know better and answer the questions.  Relationship: Single as a pringle.  Favourite colour/s: Blue and peachy pink. Top 3 ships: See, I’ve really fallen out of shipping and being an avid lover BUT, there are some relationships that I think are hella cute/important.  1.) Snowbaz (Simon x Baz) from Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (obviously)  2.) Narlie (Nick x Charlie) from Heartstopper and Solitaire by Alice Oseman (you can read the web comic on her tumblr @heartstoppercomic and its incredible. Volume 1 of the graphic novel is out at the moment in physical copies).  3.) Patrochilles (Patroclus x Achilles) from The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (but originally from Homer’s Iliad).  Last song: I genuinely have no idea but it was probably Monster by Dodie. I’m listening to an audio book right now if that counts? (its called Daisy Jones & The Six and I’m in love with it). Last movie: Oh gods I think the last movie I saw in the cinemas was Escape Room (called the plot twist because DAMN if it didn’t happen I would’ve been upset). But the last movie I watched in general was Everything, Everything for a monologue audition I’m doing.  I tag: @simonsnoe  @queen-of-ink-and-paper @minyard-03 @evilvannsthings @carry-on-playing-exy @simxnbxz @quilleth <- I feel like I’ve tagged you in everything since the dawn of my blog so I can’t not.  (Most of you will probably know me from my side blog: @allforthe-foxes ) I DIDN’T TAG 9 PEOPLE I’M SO SORRY BUT IF YOU SEE THIS AND WOULD LIKE TO DO THIS THEN PLEASE FEEL FREE TO!! YOU CAN SAY THAT I TAGGED YOU (WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOUR ANSWERS!!). THERE ARE SOOO MANY PEOPLE THAT I’D LOVE TO TAG AND I SEE IN MY NOTIFICATIONS ALL THE TIME BUT I’M EITHER TOO SHY/SCARED OR CANT REMEMBER THE URLS <3 

#about me #tagged #maddy rambles #i havent done one of these in so long #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #carry on #basilton pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch

[basiltonn]

I just ate an entire tube of pringles salt and vinegar chips. Baz who?

[midnight-penguins]

Tag Game

Thank you @itana-007 for tagging me!

Rules: Tag 9 peeps

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single pringle.

FAVOURITE COLOR: Black and blue.

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK: Chapstick.

LAST SONG I LISTENED TO: Kagayaku sora no shijima ni wa by Kalafina 

LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: I saw Wonder Woman last Saturday. It was really good, I highly recommend to go see it.

TOP 3 FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: Only 3??? Aelin Ashryver Galathynius(ToG), Kit Herondale(TDA), and Tyrannus “Baz” Basilton Grimm-Pitch(Carry On)

TOP 3 SHIPS: 3...ok,so Kurotsuki(Haikyuu), Kit x Ty(TDA), and Rowaelin(ToG

BOOKS I’M CURRENTLY READING: Holding Up the Universe by Jennifer Niven. I need to reread the last chapter of Lord of Shadows again just to process what happens😭

I tag @secretcherryblossomcat, @flowers-and-tsukki, @readenheim, @dafangirl10, @official-booknerd, @americandemon, @genderfluid-fierro, @porkcutletfemmefatale, @monsoon-blue

HUGE SPOILER FOR LOS

HUGE SPOILER FOR LOS

RIP Livvy Blackthorn

RIP Robert Lightwood

RIP Arthur Blackthorn

RIP Jon Cartwright

😭😭😭😭

[tangleofgold]

Rules: Tag peeps you want to get to know better

tagged by @of-flowers-and-sunshine :) thanks for tagging me!

relationship status: single pringle lol

lipstick or chapstick: i wear entirely too much chapstick…

last song I listened to: How Far I’ll Go from Moana, since I’m currently obsessed with the soundtrack

Top 3 characters: how do i only pick three? like…how? ok but probably Cath from Fangirl because I identify with her a lot, Baz from Carry On because i just love him so much, and… i think i’ll go with Hermione Granger, probably my first ever favorite character? wow that was hard

Top 3 ships: again, how do i choose? agh this is hard ok currently? probably elizabeth bennet and darcy (all versions don’t make me choose i love them all), simon and baz from carry on, and madeleine tully and elliot baranski from the colors of madeleine (it’s a trilogy that i read a few months ago that no one else i know has read but everyone should because it’s super good!)

tagging @aelliots @this-amaranthine-heart @julyice and anyone else who wants to do it also if you don’t want to do it that’s fine too of course

#stuff i was tagged in

[barefootmarley]

baz pringle

#baz pringle #dc comics #supergirl

[atariforce]

Atari 2600 - 3D Cover Art Recreations: Space Invaders by Baz Pringle

#Atari #Atari 2600 #Space Invaders #box art #3D modelling #3D render #digital art #video games #retro gaming #Baz Pringle

[herochan]

Wonder Woman

Created by Baz Pringle

#Baz Pringle #dc #comics #wonder woman #design

[titosasquatch]

Baz Pringle

#Baz Pringle #daft punk

[curiouspicturesofthemind]

my response to bad pringle

#superman #baz pringle #comic #photoshop #red #girl

[gloryfic]

Baz Pringle

#Wonder Woman #Baz Pringle #geek art #art #poster art #poster #dc comics #comic book characters #comic books #comics #character art #Wonder Woman art #dc character art