#camsonas

[camsona]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Generation Loss (Web Series) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Slimecicle | The Spirit (Generation Loss), Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss) (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Mind Manipulation, Psychological Torture, Psychological Horror, Hurt No Comfort Summary:

What if during GenLoss Ranboo found a different kind of tape? An audition tape perhaps? Though what does that even mean when a show is done against the actor's will?

Soooo an idea about GenLoss might have infested my head so uh have a quick fic I guess.

[boothehero]

@camsona

you, reading this. you're a creature now. reblog to creature your followers

[blackberry-ink]

So uh... I finally caved. Made a camsona. Nom is my usual online persona, but I wanted this to look more like me. So here I am as a gnome. At camp Unus Annus.

If you do want to draw a group or want to do a buddy thing, please feel free to do so! Or message me if you would like me to draw us together! I think it could be really fun!

Bonus, because I respect the buddy system! And I absolutely, 100% would drag him along...

My brother! Also as a gnome! Because why not!

Really had fun with these!

And even though we’ve never gone to actual “summer camp”... We do go camping each year. I love it. He hates it. But we have fun together. So yeah...

[neon-moon-beam]

I was chilling on a livestream where someone was making a bingo card for the scarlet and violet trailer and someone was constantly talking about how submas should be in gen 9 cause it would be sad and how Emmet should be the leader of the villain organization for the "sad motive" and I just left

Throughout the whole trailer I was just dreading any possible reference to submas and how the tag would mutate into something worse somehow.

On a lighter note Scarlet and Violet look interesting

So that's where that came from. That is not a very good take at all, and it doesn't make sense with the theme of the games. Pokemon also doesn't really do characters or organizations spanning across multiple Gens. Team Rocket is an exception and so is Looker, and there might be more that I'm forgetting. Mostly what we get are cameos in optional areas, or else they don't affect the plot much. Ingo's an odd case of being more than a cameo, and he seems like he would have a subplot about remembering and returning home but so far he doesn't. But we've never seen something like a character from one game turn up several Gens later as a villain, and something like that, or making games sadder is not the kind of stories the series likes to tell.

I can't even go into the tags anymore, and when I do, so much comes up as being blocked due to my filters. I'm tired of the angst and sadness and the demand for it. (And it seems like the ableism is becoming more of a problem? I'm seeing more people addressing it).

I feel like the Submas tags on here are in their own bubble, if that makes sense. I suspect the average Pokemon fan is not expecting or demanding a Submas appearance in Scarlet and Violet. I know people in the tags are jumping on the whole "past and future themes" but we don't know much about that right now at all, save for the box Legendaries seem to be themed towards that as well as the Professors' names and clothing. At times it feels like people forget that Submas wasn't essential to the plot of Gen 5, and PLA is not a Submas-centric game. Scarlet and Violet are new games, focusing on a new region with its own stories and characters. The story was likely done before PLA released. Putting Submas in can, and given the fans and fandom, would take the attention from everything else. If anything, the game devs may have learned from PLA that putting in Ingo and/or Emmet overshadows the other characters and main plot. Even people who didn’t know or like Submas before and didn’t jump on the fandom train are wondering how and why Ingo got to Hisui and why there’s been no closure for him.

There's also a very good chance that Ingo will turn up when they revisit 5th Gen with barely any or no references to PLA, like it never happened, and/or we'll find out later PLA takes place in its own universe, or something like the variants are canon but the story wasn't. Pokemon might not be into angst, grimdark, overall sad stories, etc, but it DOES work with different dimensions and alternate universes. The most reference to them I expect to see would be something like an ad for the Battle Subway or reference like the kids talking about it in Hulbury's train station in SwSh. It would be a nice thing to let us know he's OK, but any reference is more likely just to let us know we can expect to revisit Unova next.

I like the new Pokemon we’ve seen so far. I also find it interesting that the new rival looks a bit older than the player character. I’m not so keen on the box Legendaries yet, but I’m excited to see a true open world, explore at whatever pace I want, and I’m wondering if they’ll have Gyms, how that will factor into the open world, or if they’ll do something else. (Sorry for the long reply!)

[revenant-coining]

[ID: 2 rectangular flags with 11 horizontal stripes, stripe size as follows, 2 medium, 2 thin, medium, thick, medium, 2 thin, 2 medium. colors in this order reflected after the last listed color, black, greyish purple, dark blue, dark red, light grey, black. the first flag has a symbol in the center, a shadow person with short up-right hair, 2 white eyes, with slime likes dripping. End ID]

Camsonaic: a gender connected to the persona Cam. This gender is connected to shadows, the dark, slime, monochrome, and bright colors.

Etymology: cam, sona, “ic” meaning of or pertaining to

Pronounced: cam so-nuh ick (cam sona ic)

[gaybutterflynerd]

Spin! Go for spin!

@halcyonterror @starkeeper-the-storyteller @pheonix-inside @cricketfucker @magical-bear-dubin @camsona @hatefulhyena @local-friendlycryptid @yourlocalplant @sparrow-ceiling @crunchycatepillars @xanthippethecat @4saken-awaken

The only good thing staff added recently

Mutuals we are doing this

[1863-project]

[re: this post]

I am so, so glad I can support you all. Like I said, I’m not ace/aro myself, but my personal experiences have made it a lot easier for me to put myself in your shoes - and even if they hadn’t, I’d want to be supportive anyway!

Would I like to meet someone and fall in love? Yeah, it would be great! Does the fact that I haven’t yet mean my life is incomplete? Of course not, I achieved my two childhood dreams of working at my favorite museum (I did my archival practicum there in 2014) and driving a steam locomotive. That’s all I ever wanted. I mean, if I met someone in real life (honestly someone like Emmet would be ideal but please tell my roommate to stop trying to get me to hit on cute MTA employees I see on the train I get so flustered), that would be great and I’d be happy, but I’m aware at this stage of my life that romance (or sex) isn’t necessary to have a fun and fulfilling life. And more people need to understand that, because it does often end with people getting into unhealthy, toxic, or even abusive situations, or even just feeling broken when they’re not broken at all.

Live your lives the way you feel is best, not the way society or anyone else tells you to!

[cameoappearance]

I made my dad a birthday card

[vixenpen]

Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

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“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

[mariaiscrafting]

@camsona yes tysm ily ♡♡

[magithy]

a couple of camsonas and an angry deo in the corner :3

also drew cam as jontron! 

anyway enjoy!

[gaybutterflynerd]

…I don’t regret stealing pens from the Walmart with Hobie. Down with the establishment.

@pheonix-inside @camsona @local-friendlycryptid @cricketfucker @ariessya @magical-bear-dubin @sp1d3rv4mp @xanthippethecat @ermine-57047 @sparrow-ceiling @theturboestnerd @thesilverhunt3r

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

[gaybutterflynerd]

Ty for the tag!

@halcyonterror @ermine-57047 @local-friendlycryptid @camsona @sparrow-ceiling @pheonix-inside

No pressure of course

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

[gaybutterflynerd]

…I think you can guess by my profile picture that I’m not opposed to this. I may be a lesbian, but I want what Fizz and Ozzy have-

No pressure as always:

@pheonix-inside @camsona @starkeeper-the-storyteller @mairen-marionette @camsona

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle