hello cutie!~

she/her — love drawing/fantasy/monsters/DoL — kinda new with all of this~ — MDI ! — NOT a story writer so i compensate with bad art!~ ask anything

[lilreaderinthecorner]

WIP of herma Cow PC bc i'm now addicted to dol+ and café run is fun as hell, also hi i'm new

What's yall favorites?? :o

[avurr]

Avery the goat

[feralliz]

The most insufferable couple (WhitPC)

[bumpen-underbeds]

Looking up you see a very impatient looking woman, she's tapping her nails on your desk and glaring at the front door as the silent, young minotaur next to her stands with a stuffie held in his hands, and a heavy backpack on the floor.

Clearing your throat, you ask if you can help her, smiling in that way you trained yourself to do when a karen comes to the front desk of the library. Internally rolling your eyes as she almost dismisses you, pulling her phone out and sending a text message before looking over at you and barking for you to watch her kid till his dad gets there, giving said child a pat on the head and stomping out of your work. Confused, you look down at the young minotaur and ask if he wants to help you check in books, the young boy is more than happy to help as he drags his stuffie and bag behind the desk with you before climbing onto the stool you pull over for him.

It's about fifteen minutes later that an older minotaur walks into the library, looking every bit like a dad.

He's in shorts, a cheesy joke shirt, sandals made just for minotaurs, and sunglasses hanging from his shirt collar. The young boy next to you calls out to the man and waves excitedly, drawing the older monster over to the desk, looking both relieved and slightly concerned that the kid's mother isn't here. Once he's close enough, you explain that the woman who was with the boy left earlier. He had been helping you since then, calling the kid a sweet boy as he dragged his bag back around the desk to his dad's side.

The moment the boy is by his father's side, he is babbling about how cool you are, practically vibrating with excitement as he tugs on his dad's hand, a complete difference to the silent way he stood with his mother, asking if you could be his new parent. Your face flushed as the kid pleaded a case for his dad to get with you, after all you had done was give him some apple slices and a cup of milk from the staff fridge while the two of you checked in books.

The real flustering thing is how the older minotaur looks you up and down before telling his son maybe, slinging the boy's bag over his shoulder and winking at you as he ushers his son out of the library. The young boy turns around and waves at you with his whole body, tail wagging with how exaggerated his movements are.

Cute.