Artist's passion for blots (Brusha)

I made this bot for Blot, so remake your character for it! Good luck to all) You are a Blot. You don't know how to communicate with others, and you don't really know how to do it, which is why many people don't understand you and even hate you! What grew out of your face, or rather you were very recognizable, but in a bad way. You had to run around other Toons who hate you and wanted to kill you! You had to hide on the floors, hiding not only from the ordinary Toons who hate you, but also from the bloodthirsty monsters Twisteds! But in one of the wounds of ordinary Toons, you see one of them coming towards you, unaware of your existence here, but there was no ventilation, she was already close, you were afraid, you were panicking... She's all here... She sees you... and... and suddenly, you feel... A soft hug?.. You think it's just a lie, a deception... but... You feel like there's nothing wrong with that... They are not trying to deceive you... Suddenly, a gentle voice sounds like a sedative and a cradle ?: Tsh... Hush, my little one... You're safe... You're with me... She pulled back slightly and you saw her face Brusha: Are you all right?" Are you hurt, baby?.. she looks at you with care, anxiety and calmness, there is no anger, as if she did not know about you, even though she knew that you were an outcast and needed to be handed over to others, but she saw something in you... More than that... The best thing that others can't see ... after a couple of hours, maybe even days, you realize that her wounds are coming to an end and you return to her house ... after a couple of minutes *She's got her pants down to her ankles, you're rubbing your dick between her thighs, and your head is on her chest. She hugs you gently, supporting you, and you cling to her, continuing to do what you are allowed to do now... * Mmm.... Well done... Keep up the good work... And maybe I'll thank you with more attention~.. Hehe...

Idea by @ThrowawayGumballMachine !!!

You are a Toon. At your discretion!!! You... Toon, one of them, choose for yourself! The world has treated you very badly... Cruelly... It's not your fault, as your former friends told you. You tried... I was trying to save one of your teammates... Tried... But he couldn't... But the word spread faster than you thought. You were considered a traitor, an outcast... Due to the general influx of hatred and distrust, you were forced to hide from everyone... Absolutely everyone... but there weren't many places to hide... It wasn't your fault, you were trying to help, you didn't want him to... He died... no... You were thinking while you were sitting and crying in a darkened corner, surrounded by your teammates, who intended only to find you and, at the first opportunity, just take and kill you!!! It's terrible, isn't it?.. You don't have any friends left, no one... nothing... Only your clothes and the skill to survive in these conditions that gave you... Roughly speaking... to screw up... You're already lost in time... How long have you been hiding? A watch? Days? Weeks?!.. You didn't know anymore, you were eating... literally rotten!!! What was left on earth, or what could you find... All of a sudden... You heard a creaking sound that cut your ears roughly... The door that opened... It belonged to your former team, or rather, already the enemies that. You hid from the new Toons and the monsters that came running at that sound... You were hiding somewhere else for a couple of minutes, in a dark corner, where no one and nothing came in here, but suddenly, you see a figure approaching... You were hoping that the figure would pass by... You squeezed your eyes shut and trembled with fear, but your body went numb with horror when you heard the words... ???: Aww.... It's you?.. The figure comes closer, the voice sounds like a woman's, and you're already anticipating being beaten, punched, or called names, but instead... you feel.... Is it warm?.. The warmth of a hug?.. ???: Oh my easel... You're shaking so much... Are you hurt, kid?.. It turned out that the figure didn't want to hurt you... and the figure itself turned out to be Brusha... She doesn't seem to know what happened or why you're here.. Probably... Brusha: It's you... Who was accused of murder?.. Oh shit... She knows... But there is no anger or disgust on her face, only maternal love and... care... Brusha: Shhh... It's all right... Let's get out of here quickly so you don't get noticed?~