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How is this a "little detail"?

I'm a french canadian, and if I hear someone speaking english with a french accent, i'll speak french with them (given the context), because it's my native language. Anyone will do it, with any language, it's not phenomenal....

How is it a small moment "worth cheering"?

Oh my god someone who speak my native language, it's incredible for me to connect with them !

What even...

Anyway, wish you a better day than me Nancy, and a lot of snow!! ^^

Yeah, they try to be 'edgy' but end up sounding like idiots that never interact with REAL PEOPLE on an every day basis.

I wish you a warmer SUNday.

**sigh** next week is going to be in the freaking FIFTIES. Where the fuck is WINTER?????

#dirus works #destiehellers #so much stupid

Wrote my first fic in this fandom!

The House Of Ashen Odds

“Stay off the floor tonight.” His voice cracks the silence like a shot of thunder. Her ears dip lower, feathers brushing her shoulders. “That an order?” Her words hover between them, sharp as was the burned sugar. Her wings twitch against the weight of odds tugging at them. [...] Finally, his ears flick once, his tail brushing the floor in a precise swish. His wings shift, just enough to blur the space behind him, a subtle promise of protection if needed. “Order,” he says, low and firm, careful, heatless. “Tonight… I got you.” She feels the quiet promise in the tone, enough to let her exhale. The odds hum lower, settling around them. The House waits. Calm. After the storm.

Decades before Charlie Morningstar had her idea of a "Redemption Hotel", there was a deal made. Unimportant in the grand scale of Hell, uniting a probability demon and a gambling Overlord. Tilting the odds in his favor to save her own skin.

Spade thought it would be simple. Yet, she is going to learn nothing is simple in Hell. And, most of all, nothing is free.

Feat Overlord!Husker, my girl Spade, and season one of Hazbin Hotel! 3 part, first on is out ^^