🍄🪷Masiy Bloom🍀🪻

I’m Masiy bloom! I’m an animal crossing oc and practicing art, I like g/t and Role Playing!

(DNI: pedos lolicons proshippers, homophobes or Zoophiles, or anyone who is into these things and even people who hate watch and tell people cruel things for no reason I will block you and report you especially racist assholes)

Character I simp for:

Glep, Tengen, rengoku,N,Sundrop/moondrop, The Warden, Gonta Gokuhara, Hatzgang (Mostly Ross and Robert),Sanford and Deimos- (Charlie and Pim) Streber Kevin and Radford

(My current fixations-: Toh, Fnaf, Spooky month, Demon slayer, Madcom, Ena, Murder drones, The amazing digital circus, Superjail,Danganronpa Smiling Friends)

New fixation: Myth of the Machine/ Ultrakill

(Fuck Akaza, fuck Roy, fuck Bob, Fuck Kokichi (for what he did to Gonta) Bezel your ok but your on thin ice. Fuck you Poppy, You’re a fucking traitor, (you told me to put the explosives) Jax I can’t defend you no more your on your own. fuck the SMG4 villains (ya’ll are dicks for no reason. Just get help)

and mister Puzzle…suck my non existent balls, you evil Vox wannabe (sorry not sorry)

you can ask me anything…just no weird stuff….

Also I decided to change her real name, her real name is for now on Charlotte "Lottie" Bellamy that’s her new name. Anyways enjoy!

Original MOTM oc design (singing dress)

Casual outfit

MOTM x Chainsawman Au

Mythical Highschool au

The Old west au (design inspired by Scythe, Zodiac and rattlesnake Jake)

Fallout Toons au

these aus I mentioned belong to @cheese-on-milk @badcheburekissova @mythicalhighschool @jinxramon and @myth-of-the-machine

hope you guys like these designs I made for my oc in your aus!

which design do you like most?

The saloon had settled into a steady rhythm again.

Laughter, music, and the low hum of conversation filled the air as the earlier tension faded into the background. At one of the central tables, Felix the Cat sat comfortably with a drink in hand, swirling it lazily as a few sailors listened in, hoping for more stories.

Felix leaned back in his chair, boots propped up, looking completely at ease.

Like nothing in the world could catch him off guard.

“and that’s when I realized,” he was saying smoothly, “if the treasure’s guarded by somethin’ slimy, it’s probably worth twice as much.”

A few chuckles circled the table.

That’s when

A chair scraped loudly across the floor.

Felix didn’t even look up.

“…Here it comes,” he muttered under his breath.

“HEY!”

Bendy slid into the seat across from him like he owned the place, grin wide, eyes shining with excitement.

“You’re Felix, right? Adventurer, treasure hunter, slime-dodger extraordinaire?”

Felix took a slow sip of his drink.

“…Depends who’s askin’.”

“Name’s Bendy,” he said proudly, gesturing to himself. “Future legendary adventurer.”

Felix finally glanced at him.

Looked him up and down once.

Then smirked.

“Well,” he said, setting his drink down, “I like the confidence.”

Bendy leaned forward immediately, not missing a beat.

“Good! ‘Cause I got a proposition for ya.”

Felix raised a brow.

“Oh, this oughta be good.”

Bendy planted his hands on the table.

“Take me with you.”

The nearby sailors went quiet for just a second.

Felix blinked.

Then leaned back again, folding his arms.

“…You serious?”

“Dead serious!” Bendy said. “Me and my pal Boris! we’re ready! We can handle danger, monsters, treasure, all of it! Just let us on the Starfall Voyager with you and your crew.”

Felix stared at him for a moment.

Then he chuckled.

Not mockingly, just amused.

“Hey,” he said, pointing at Bendy with a small grin, “I like the confidence, shortstack…”

Bendy’s grin twitched slightly.

“…but sorry,” Felix continued, taking another sip of his drink, “adventurin’ like I do? That stuff’s dangerous.”

He shrugged casually.

“Real dangerous.”

There was no harshness in his tone. Just a kind of easy, joking honesty.

Bendy crossed his arms, leaning back.

“Yeah? So?” he shot back. “Danger’s kinda the point, ain’t it?”

Felix smirked.

“Sure if you know how to deal with it.”

Bendy opened his mouth to argue

“Wow,” a voice cut in smoothly, “turnin’ down eager recruits already? You’re losin’ your charm, Felix.”

Both of them turned. Sheba had stepped up beside the table, arms crossed, a playful grin tugging at her face.

Felix rolled his eyes slightly.

“Oh please, don’t start.”

Sheba tilted her head, glancing at Bendy, then back at Felix. “What? He’s got spirit,” she said lightly. “That’s more than I can say for some of your crew.”

A few nearby sailors snorted into their drinks.

Felix gave her a flat look. “You’re real funny.”

“I try,” she shot back, completely unfazed.

She leaned on the table slightly, looking Bendy over. “…Besides,” she added, “you used to be just like him, remember? All big talk, no plan.”

Felix pointed at her. “Hey, I had a plan.”

“Yeah,Yeah,” Sheba said with a grin, “and it involved runnin’ in headfirst and hopin’ for the best.”

Bendy perked up immediately. “Hey, that’s my strategy!”

Sheba gave him a quick approving nod. “See? You two would get along just fine.”

Felix sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I’m surrounded by comedians…”

He glanced back at Bendy, his expression softening just a little.

“…Look, kid,” he said, more calmly now, “it ain’t about guts. You’ve clearly got that. But out there?” He jerked his thumb vaguely toward the ocean. “It’s not just monsters and treasure.”

His tone dipped just slightly.

“There are places you don’t come back from.”

For a brief moment, the words hung heavier than the rest.

Bendy didn’t back down.

He leaned forward again, grin returning.

“Good thing I don’t plan on stayin’ gone then.”

That got a small chuckle out of Sheba.

Felix just shook his head, a reluctant smile creeping in.

“…You’re persistent, I’ll give ya that.”

Sheba smirked. “C’mon, Felix. Let him try. Worst case scenario, he annoys the crew to death before anything else gets ‘em.”

Bendy pointed at her. “Hey!”

Felix laughed under his breath, lifting his drink again.

“We’ll see,” he said casually. “No promises.”

Bendy’s grin widened instantly.

“Hey, I’ll take a ‘we’ll see’!”

Across the room, Boris watched from the window, still uneasy.

Outside, the waves crashed harder.

And far beyond the docks…

the ocean waited. 

The laughter around the table slowly picked back up, but something had shifted. Not enough for most to notice, but enough for the air to feel… heavier.

Felix the Cat swirled his drink again, watching the liquid spin for a moment before glancing toward Sheba.

His usual grin had softened just slightly.

“…Hey,” he said, quieter now.

Sheba raised a brow. “That tone usually means you’re about to say somethin’ I don’t like.”

Felix huffed a small laugh. “You wound me.” She didn’t look convinced.

Bendy, meanwhile, was still riding the high of a possible “we’ll see,” completely unaware of the shift in mood.

“Soooo…when do we leave?” he chimed in, leaning forward eagerly.

Felix didn’t answer him right away. Instead, he looked back at Sheba.

“…I’m headin’ out again soon,” he said.

Sheba shrugged lightly. “Yeah, figured. You never stay in one place long.” Felix nodded once.

“…This time, I’m not just chasin’ treasure.” That got her attention real quick, Sheba’s arms uncrossed slightly. “…Oh?” she said.

Felix leaned back in his chair, gaze drifting toward the window the same dark ocean Boris had been watching. “…I’m headin’ for the Devil’s Shoals.”

Those words landed hard.

Even Bendy blinked.

“…Wait THAT place?” he asked, excitement mixing with surprise.

Sheba didn’t react right away,her eyes narrowed just a little. “…You’re serious.”

Felix nodded.

“Been hearin’ the same rumors as everyone else,” he said. “Ships goin’ missin’. Waters actin’ strange. Voices in the fog…”

He tapped his fingers lightly against the side of his glass. “…Sounds like more than just stories.”

Sheba’s tail flicked once, slower this time.

“…Felix,” she said carefully, “that place ain’t like the others.”

“Yeah,” he replied simply. “That’s kinda the point.”

Bendy leaned in immediately, eyes practically glowing. “Oh, this just keeps gettin’ better.”

Sheba shot him a quick look before turning back to Felix. “…And you’re just gonna sail in there?” she asked. “No plan? No backup?”

Felix smirked faintly. “Since when do I not have a plan?”

Sheba gave him a flat stare.

“…Since always.”

Bendy snorted.

Felix ignored them both, though a small grin tugged at his face.

“I’m takin’ the Starfall Voyager,” he continued. “Might even bring a few of the other stars along get a proper crew together.”

That made Sheba pause.

Her expression shifted, not fear exactly, but concern.

“…You’re really goin’ all in on this,” she murmured.

Felix’s gaze returned to the ocean. “…Somethin’s out there,” he said. “And if it’s strong enough to scare off seasoned sailors…” His grin came back, sharper this time.

“…then I wanna see it for myself.”

Bendy clapped his hands together. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

He pointed at Felix. “And you’re definitely takin’ us with you now, right?”

Sheba rolled her eyes slightly.

Felix glanced at him, amused. “…Kid,” he said, “you’re either real brave… or you got no idea what you’re gettin’ into.”

Bendy’s grin didn’t falter, but was still a bit cocky. “Why not both?” That earned a quiet chuckle from Felix.

Sheba, however, looked back toward the window. Outside, the waves crashed harder than before.

The mist pressed closer.

“…Felix,” she said again, softer this time, “just… be careful.” He didn’t answer right away.

Just took another slow sip of his drink. “…Always am.”

But even as he said it; another wave slammed against the docks, louder than any before. And for the briefest moment…The sound almost felt like something answering back.

Far beyond the shore…In the direction of the Devil’s Shoals…something stirred beneath the dark water.

Now imagine this is Mugman holding Bendy

Chapter One (Part Two): The Call of the Tide

The laughter hadn’t quite died down yet.

Inside the saloon, the music picked back up, mugs clinked again, and Felix was already surrounded by a crowd eager to hear more about his adventures. The warmth of the place wrapped around everyone like a blanket.

But not everyone was paying attention anymore.

Boris stood near the window, paws resting lightly against the wooden frame. His ears twitched as he stared out at the sea.

Something felt… off.

The water wasn’t calm anymore.

Waves rolled harder against the docks, slapping against the wood with a rhythm that felt uneven so …unnatural. The mist had thickened too, curling over the surface like it was creeping closer to shore.

Boris tilted his head, squinting.

For just a second, he thought he saw something move beneath the water.

A ripple… too large to be just a fish.

His tail stilled.

“Hey!”

Boris flinched slightly as Bendy’s voice snapped him out of it.

Bendy strolled over, hands in his pockets, that familiar mischievous grin already forming. “Whatcha doin’ over here, big guy? Show’s over there.”

Boris gestured toward the window, letting out a soft, uneasy grunt. “I don’t know but…something’s strange in those waters, I dunno it’s… really givin me the creeps.”

Bendy leaned in beside him, glancing out.

“…Huh.”

The waves crashed a little harder this time, the docks creaked. Bendy stared for a moment longer than usual, his grin fading just slightly.

Then just as quickly it came back.

“Eh. Ocean’s always weird,” he said, shrugging it off. “Ain’t nothin’ new.”

Boris didn’t look convinced.

But Bendy had already turned away, pacing a few steps back toward their table, clearly thinking about something else entirely.

Something exciting.

“Oh man… did you hear that story?” Bendy said, spinning around dramatically. “Slug monsters! Treasure! That guy’s livin’ the dream!”

Boris gave a small nod, though his attention drifted back to the window for a second.

Bendy didn’t notice.

“Think about it, Boris,” he continued, eyes lighting up. “We could be out there too! Adventure! Treasure! Danger!” He grinned wider. “Okay, maybe a little danger.”

Boris crossed his arms, raising a brow.

Bendy tapped his chin, pacing again.

“Alright, alright… so here’s the plan.”

He held up one finger.

“Option one: we get ourselves a ship.”

He started counting on his fingers.

“We grab supplies, food, maps, maybe a compass that actually works, then we head out ourselves! Boom! Instant adventurers.”

Boris tilted his head, considering it.

Then Bendy raised a second finger, his grin turning more mischievous.

“Or…”

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice.

“…we sneak onto the Starfall Voyager.”

Boris’s eyes widened.

Bendy nodded eagerly. “Think about it! Felix just got back, means he’s gotta head out again sooner or later, right? And when he does…”

He spread his arms dramatically.

“We’re already on board!”

Boris hesitated, glancing back toward the window again.

The waves crashed louder this time.

The mist outside seemed thicker now, pressing against the glass like it wanted in.

Boris let out a small, uneasy whine.

Bendy waved it off.

“C’mon, don’t tell me you’re gettin’ cold fins already!” he teased. “This is our shot! We stick with Felix, we get front-row seats to all the action and maybe even snag some treasure ourselves!”

Boris shifted his weight, clearly torn.

Adventure did sound exciting…

“…but something about the ocean tonight didn’t sit right..”

Another wave slammed against the dock.

This time, even Bendy paused for a split second.

Just a second.

“…Yeah, okay, that was a bit loud,” he admitted.

From outside, faintly almost too faint to notice something drifting through the air. A low… distant vibration, not quite a sound. Not quite silence.

Boris’s ears shot straight up.

He turned sharply toward the window.

But whatever it was…

…it was gone.

Bendy blinked. “You hear somethin’?”

Boris nodded slowly.

Bendy glanced toward the door, then back at Boris.

“…Probably just the waves,” he said, though his voice had lost a bit of its earlier confidence.

A beat of silence passed.

Then Bendy snapped his fingers, grin returning like nothing had happened.

“Alright! Decision time!”

He pointed dramatically.

“Supplies… or stowaway adventure of a lifetime?”

Boris looked at him, then at the window then back at Bendy. Outside, the ocean rolled… darker than before. And far beyond the mist, something shifted beneath the surface. Waiting.

Meanwhile, Bendy was still talking.

Pacing, gesturing, rambling on about maps, supplies, disguises, and how obviously sneaking onto a ship was the better option. Boris could still hear him in the background, his voice blending into the noise of the saloon.

But Boris had drifted away again.

Back to the window.

Back to the sea.

The glass trembled faintly under his paw as another wave struck the docks. This time harder. Louder. The wood outside creaked in protest, ropes straining as ships tugged against their bindings.

Boris frowned.

This wasn’t normal.

The ocean wasn’t just rough… it felt restless.

He leaned closer, ears twitching as he stared out into the mist. The water churned in uneven patterns, currents crossing in ways that didn’t make sense. It looked almost like something beneath the surface was stirring it from below.

Boris tilted his head, a low, thoughtful sigh escaping him.

Why…?

Why was it acting like this?

The weather wasn’t bad. The wind wasn’t strong enough to cause waves like these. And yet another crash.

Boris flinched slightly.

“…Wonderin’ why the waters been actin’ crazy?”

The voice came from behind him.

Smooth. Curious. Familiar.

Boris turned.

Leaning casually against one of the saloon’s support beams was Sheba, arms crossed, her tail swaying slowly behind her. She gave a small shrug.

“…I wonder too.”

Boris blinked, then gestured toward the window, nodding quickly. His ears perked with curiosity as he gave a questioning look.

“You know something..?”

Sheba pushed off the beam and walked over, standing beside him. For a moment, she didn’t answer. She just looked out at the water, her expression more serious than usual.

“…I’ve been hearin’ things,” she said finally.

Boris leaned in slightly.

Sheba lowered her voice just enough that it felt like the words weren’t meant to travel far.

“Rumors.”

The word lingered.

“About a place out at sea…” she continued. “…somewhere no one dares to go.”

Boris’s ears drooped slightly.

Sheba’s gaze didn’t leave the water.

“They call it…” she paused, then spoke the name carefully,

“…the Devil’s Shoals.”

The words seemed to settle into the room heavier than they should have.

Boris’s eyes widened slightly.

He glanced back out at the ocean.

Then back at her.

Sheba crossed her arms again, tail flicking once.

“Ships go missin’ out there,” she went on. “No wreckage. No survivors. Just… gone.”

Boris swallowed, his paw pressing a little tighter against the window frame.

He gestured again, slower this time.

But why now?

"Why were the waters here near the shore acting like this?" Boris asked

Sheba exhaled softly, her ears lowering just a bit.

“That’s the thing,” she said. “Nobody knows.”

Another wave slammed into the docks, harder than before.

Both of them looked out at the same time.

The mist had crept closer.

The water churned in tighter, more aggressive spirals.

“…Some folks are sayin’ it’s a cursed,” Sheba added quietly. “That whatever’s out there… might be movin’. Or… some mysterious sea spirit.”

Boris’s tail stilled completely.

A faint, uneasy feeling settled in his chest.

Something about that idea didn’t just sound scary…

…it sounded real.

Behind them, Bendy’s voice rang out again.

“Okay, hear me out…what if we disguise ourselves as crates?!”

The contrast was almost jarring.

Boris glanced back briefly, then returned his attention to the window.

Sheba followed his gaze.

“…If I were you,” she said, her tone a little softer now, “I’d stay away from the water for a while.”

Another pause.

“…Especially tonight.”

Boris didn’t move.

Didn’t respond.

He just stared out at the darkening sea as another wave crashed, louder than the last.

Somewhere beyond the mist…

something shifted.

And this time…it didn’t feel far away. 

To be continued…Stay tuned for more

Since you guys love my MOTM au I was busy drawing a few thing

here’s Mugman’s tail design (Wanted it to be more moray eel type of vibe)

And here’s Cuphead’s (My personal favorite. Wanted to give him more scars on his tails because he was more reckless and protected his brother from danger, and fought other sea monsters, that’s why his tail is like that)

Some works in progress (Ft Bendy, Boris and Shelly)

W.I.P (Mugman version)

(why is the water still and quiet all of a sudden…?)

Hope you guys like it I guess (can’t draw cups or abs for shit but I tried😭)

but also let’s do a vote

“A beast ain’t evil for biting when cornered. But if it threatens my crew, I’ll put it down.”

Meet Cala Maria in my Motm au!

A Bold , sharp tongued, thrill seeking and charismatic captain of the century!

She’s a glamorous gal who can still wear makeup to battle and still punch a pirate through a wall. Hell she’ll even wear gold earrings and a tailored coat while wrestling a megalodon

Her lore:

She grew up in a bustling port town in the isles where stories of monsters were entertainment and treasures traded as often as coins

Read books before she could properly write

snuck into ships to hear many pirates and sailors stories of their adventures and she even idolized them for their bravery

But when she said she wanted to be one herself, kids at her young age laughed

Because girls “weren’t meant for that life.” Or "End up turning into Sushi"

So naturally she became determined to prove them wrong.

How she became a pirate/monster hunter

She stowed away on a monster-hunting vessel as a teen to see some sailors in action.

When discovered, the crew tried to throw her off at the next port

But before they could, the ship was attacked by a deep-sea predator.

Cala grabbed a harpoon, fought beside the crew, and saved several sailors from a brutal attack.

After that:

No one questioned whether she belonged. She earned her place the hard way.

Her reputation was built on:

hunting dangerous sea beasts

surviving impossible odds

stealing treasures from monster nests

charting waters no sane sailor dared entered

She didn’t become famous cuz she sought glory

But because she genuinely loved the sea and everything dangerous in it. Hence her becoming the swashbuckling and glamorous gal she is today

Chapter One: Tales Over Tankards

The night was loud, warm, and alive.

Laughter rang through the wooden beams of the old Ink 'n' Paint, mugs clinked together, and boots stomped against the floor in uneven rhythm. The smell of saltwater drifted in from the docks just outside, mixing with the scent of food and whatever the bartender insisted was “top-shelf.”

At a corner table, two familiar figures sat side by side. Bendy leaned back in his chair, one leg kicked up lazily, a wide grin stretched across his face. Across from him, Boris held a large mug in both hands, tail wagging lightly as he took a careful sip.

“Gotta admit,” Bendy said, spinning his straw between his fingers, “this place ain’t half bad.”

Boris nodded slightly, letting out a small huff of approval. He glanced toward the stage, ears perking up as the chatter in the room began to settle.

Because everyone knew what time it was.

A spotlight flickered to life, as much as a flickering lantern could be a spotlight and the saloon owner stepped forward, clearing his throat dramatically.

“Alright, alright, settle down ya landlubbers and treasure-hunters!” he called out. “Tonight, we got a special guest fresh off another wild adventure!”

The room erupted into cheers.

Bendy smirked. “Ohhh, you know it’s gonna be good.” Boris leaned forward, eyes wide with interest.

The saloon owner grinned and threw an arm toward the stage.

“Give it up for the one…the only….Felix the Cat!”

The crowd roared. From the side of the stage, Felix the Cat strutted in like he owned the damn place, tail swaying confidently, signature grin already in place. He tipped an imaginary hat to the crowd, soaking in the applause.

“Thank you, thank you,” Felix said smoothly. “Always a pleasure to see such a lively bunch.”

Bendy leaned over to Boris. “Told ya. This guy’s got style.” Boris nodded, already hooked. "Let’s see what’s he’s cooking up for the day.." Boris said as he took another sip of his beer. Felix paced the stage, hands behind his back like a seasoned storyteller.

"So,” he began, voice lowering just enough to pull everyone in, “I just got back from a little trip… far past the safe waters… far past where most folks got the sense to turn around.” The room quieted instantly.

Even the waves outside seemed to hush. Felix’s grin sharpened.

“And lemme tell ya… I struck gold.”

He reached into his bag seemingly out of nowhere and pulled out a handful of glittering treasure. Coins, gems, and odd trinkets sparkled under the lantern light.

The crowd gasped.

Bendy’s eyes lit up. “Okay, now that’s impressive!” Boris leaned so far forward he nearly tipped his chair. “But,” Felix continued, raising a finger, “it weren’t exactly easy to get.”

He tossed the treasure back into his bag and crossed his arms.

“See, the place I found it? Crawlin’. Absolutely crawlin’ with these things…”

He paused for effect. “…giant, slimy, living slug monsters.” A collective groan rippled through the audience.

Boris’s ears flattened slightly.

Bendy just grinned wider. “Ohhh, now we’re talkin’!" Felix acted it out as he spoke, hopping from one side of the stage to the other.

“They were everywhere! Slidin’ outta the walls, droppin’ from the ceiling one even tried to wrap itself around me like I was tonight’s special!”

The crowd laughed, half grossed out, half entertained.

“But did I panic?” Felix placed a hand on his chest dramatically. “Nope.” He snapped his fingers. “Out came my bag of tricks.”

He mimed pulling something invisible from thin air, swinging it like a tool.

“Dodged one- whoosh! Slipped past another, zip! And when the biggest one came barrelin’ at me!”

He jumped back, then struck a pose.

“I outsmarted the whole lot of ‘em and walked out with treasure to spare!”

The room burst into applause.

Bendy clapped loudly, laughing. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

Boris made a small bark, happily joining in.

Felix gave a small bow, clearly pleased with himself.

“Course,” he added with a smirk, “not every place out there is as… forgiving.” That line lingered just a second longer than expected.

Bendy tilted his head slightly. Felix glanced toward the window, the dark ocean barely visible beyond the glass.

“There are waters,” he said more quietly, “even I don’t mess with.” The room dimmed just a little, the mood shifting.

“Places where the treasure ain’t worth the trouble… and the stories don’t have happy endings.” Boris’s tail slowed. Bendy’s grin softened just a bit.

“…Legend has it, those who entered were never seen again…”

A few sailors in the back stiffened.

One muttered under his breath. Felix shrugged it off quickly, snapping the mood back like it never happened. "But hey!” he said, snapping his fingers and pointed to the audience. "That’s a tale for another night!”

The tension broke, laughter returning, mugs raised again.

Bendy leaned back in his chair, smirking.

“Yeah… another night…” he echoed.

But Boris glanced toward the window, ears twitching.

Out past the docks…

The ocean looked a little darker than before.

And just for a moment

It almost felt like something out there…

was listening.