#hot potato fic

[acowardinmordor]

Hey. What if Chrissy was cursed, but she doesn’t go to Eddie to ask for ket, she goes to ask for carboprost. And maybe she doesn’t call it that by name, and maybe she doesn’t outright say that she can’t stay pregnant because it would mean that she’d have to marry Jason, but that doesn’t matter. Because in this version, Eddie is the child of an accidental pregnancy, and his mom and dad got married, and it destroyed his mom. So fuck that noise.

Normally, he’d have the meds on hand, and would offer to drive her out of town to a clinic. He happens to be out, and Chrissy is terrified (because Vecna is making it all so much worse) so Eddie changes something.

He offers to drive Dustin home, and has Chrissy with him. Dustin thinks this is hella weird, but Eddie says that he needs to talk to Claudia. Dustin still demands answers, but the kid knows that his mom is a nurse, and it has to be important to happen at 11 on a Friday. Chrissy stays in the car with her favorite music playing to help her calm down, while Eddie has a quick, awkward conversation with Claudia. She thinks Eddie got his girlfriend pregnant and gives him a look about it. She didn’t think that situation was a possible problem for Eddie tbh.

Claudia doesn’t have a random bag of abortion meds with her - that would be insane - but she works the next day, and can get Chrissy in quickly and quietly. Before opening.

Eddie goes back out to the van with the news, planning to ignore Dustin’s questions the entire way, and then leave. Thus. Dustin is with Eddie when Chrissy pauses the tape to listen. Thus. Dustin sees her cursed, and he’s a little shit, but he is always right. Cranks the music back up, manages, with Eddie’s help, to snap her out of it.

Dustin runs inside to grab his walkie, shout to his mom he’s having a sleepover, and starts the fight 16 hours early.

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Hot potato if you want it

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton arrives to the track on race day, singapore - september 22, 2024 📷 michael potts / imago

[theshatteringoftheteacup]

Chasing Frogs

Sam knew where Sebastian would be the moment he heard thunder. He’d been carefully dusting the artifacts for Gunther when he’d heard the first clap of it. When he finished with the artifacts he went to look out the window, watching as drops gathered on the window and raced down. He knew Seb was either on his way to the farmer’s ranch so he could chase frogs at their pond or was already at the water near his house trying to catch some without going too far in. He was thankful the farmer had been cool and managed to not only fix the community center, but also allow Sam and Sebastian to mess around on their farm. The one rule was not to mess with their things which was easy enough to follow most of the time. 

“Sam, you can head out early today,” Gunther said as he appeared out of nowhere.

The blonde tried not to flinch so as to not appear rude, but Gunther sure moved silently and it always took him off guard when he’d just be there. “You sure? I can finish up with the minerals-”

“I can see you staring out the window, there’s something you’d rather be doing. It’s alright.”

Sam grinned before running out of the library and to his house. The rain drenched him and the first thing he heard when he threw the front door open was his mom telling him he better leave his muddy shoes outside. He did as she asked before going to his bedroom to find frog hunting attire. A pair of jeans that Abigail constantly told him he needed to fix before they ripped in half, a long sleeve shirt because it was cold, his rain coat because his mom would be mad to find out he went out in the rain without some sort of coat, and of course his boots. He yelled a goodbye to his family before running to the farm, laughing in delight when he saw Sebastian crouched near the pond with his hands cupped near the water. The farmer was standing on their porch but waved when they saw Sam who happily waved back before squatting down next to his friend.

“Catch any yet?”

“No,” Sebastian answered quietly, “I’ve been playing with the tadpoles.” He said before showing his handful to Sam. Sure enough there were a few tadpoles wiggling around in Sebastian’s hands but when Sam went to touch one he closed his hands together. “Catch your own, these are mine.”

Sam snorted before patting his pockets to see if he remembered a flashlight. When Sebastian noticed he came empty handed he carefully put the tadpoles back into the water before passing him a flashlight from his bag. They used the flashlights to point out frogs for the other to try catching. Sam couldn’t help the smile that was making his cheeks ache as he listened to Sebastian laugh and seeing him smile as he chased after the amphibians. They took turns trying to push the other into the water and after catching a few dozen frogs, Sam finally managed to get Sebastian in. He froze waiting for him to get annoyed or angry but instead he heard laughter which caused him to laugh. The pond wasn’t very deep so Sebastian was in water that was only halfway up his shins. He used the new location to try and push frogs towards Sam’s direction. Sam watched Sebastian with a small smile as he waded around, trying occasionally to catch a frog or bending down to wiggle his fingers for the tadpoles. It was rare to see Sebastian smile, even more rare was hearing him laugh. Sam always felt happier when he knew Sebastian was happy too. 

“I didn’t even know there were frogs this big here!” Sebastian announced as he held up a frog gripped between both hands. 

The smile he had made Sam’s heartbeat speed up. He would never understand what Seb’s obsession with frogs was about or where it came from, but watching him chase frogs or enthusiastically telling Sam about them always made him smile and made his chest feel weird. He didn’t talk to his mom about it because he didn’t want to bother her since his dad came back, and he couldn’t talk to Abi because she’d more than likely tease him about it. He assumed it was maybe a proud feeling from his friend being happy to share an interest with him.

“Sam!” 

The volume caused the blonde to snap back to the present, staring down at Sebastian as he looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“Dude, I’m stuck in the mud.”

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

Sebastian glared at him with no feeling behind it as he held out his hands towards him. Sam approached the water and grabbed the other’s hands, letting out a shout as he was pulled to stand in the cold water. Sebastian was laughing again and Sam couldn’t bring himself to really be upset even if his boots were now full of cold pond water and his mom was going to freak out about it. They continued to follow after the frogs, no longer trying to catch any, until Sam started to sneeze.

“Don’t tell me you’re already sick,” Sebastian said as he got out of the pond.

“Not sick. It’s cold out and you know I sneeze when I’m cold.”

“Yeah, okay, if you’re sick tomorrow let me know. I can bring you some soup or something. I think mom was making pumpkin soup tonight or tomorrow. She’d let me give some to you.”

Sam shrugged and handed Sebastian his flashlight back. “Maybe. Won’t know until morning. You see any you wanted to add to your terrarium?”

“Nah, these are all healthy wild frogs. Plus, Hopper doesn’t really like other frogs. I tried putting one in with him and he tried to eat it.”

“Yikes. Perfect example of only child syndrome or something. Well, night. Lemme know when you get home. Make sure to not wear your muddy shoes into your house because I know for a fact Robin will kick your ass.”

Sebastian waved a dismissive hand at him before waving bye. Sam watched him walk off before heading towards his own house. He left his muddy boots as well as his jeans outside before carefully removing his raincoat. Jodi was sitting on the couch with her arms crossed but at least without all his wet dirty layers on she seemed less upset. 

“Take a shower to warm up. I made a plate for you but you didn’t join us for dinner.”

“‘s rainin’, mom. You know we catch frogs when it’s raining.”

Jodi shook her head a little. “Shower. I’ll heat your food up and leave it on the table. Please make sure to do your dishes.”

Sam nodded and did as told, doing his best to not drip too much water as he headed to the bathroom. When he was stripped out of his remaining cold wet clothes he let out a sigh of relief. He let out another as he turned on the water and stood under the warm spray. He thought about Sebastian as he closed his eyes to scrub shampoo into his hair. He didn’t get why he was so obsessed with frogs but he liked that he was always invited to go frog catching. Sebastian had a few hobbies he didn’t share much information about but his love for frogs? The entire town knew about it. It was probably so strong it went all the way to the city. Sam laughed as he thought about there being some sort of telepathic output of Sebastian’s love for amphibians and then he caught himself. The realization forced his eyes open which made him let out a sound of pain because of course he’d make connections while washing soap out of his hair. He made sure it was all out before allowing himself to have the realization again.

I think I’m in love with Sebastian.

Oh shit.

[tetzoro]

happy wednesday and good morning friendz <3 ! ! we are halfway thru the week so let’s get into some shenanigans ! ! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊ have a great day ! !

[suffarustuffaru]

Out of all the fanfiction you've ever written which one is your favorite

ooh good question anon :o mwuahaha probably self-l - *gets shot*

but anyway jokes aside i thinkkk my favorite fic out of the ones ive written probably changes to be like. the most recent one usually, just bc thats like what i wrote in the present and i usually try to really look over my writing before i post HAH.

but i do like a good number of my fics in different ways - im super fond of every collab ive ever done, they were super fun and i love working with pals, i also think ashes ashes (that one pride if subaru fic i made about his first 82 ish loops) was an important milestone for me bc it was the first time i wrote That much and really tried to extrapolate stuff from rezero canon so it's a big accomplishment for me!! kite academy also took a looot of work and juggling different stuff and it May be only one ch1 finished but its a really great piecee of work - and genuinely fics like self love i spent a looot of time on doing research and trying to figure out how to write. Everything. in it for my parts of it (you dont wanna know the heinous things i researched while writing that LMFAO). also genuinely people tell me they still like a lot of my older stuff too which always warms my heart.

i think my current top favorite would probably be Natsuki Subaru and the Tale of the Lost Names though :> it is like. 32k words of pure chaos with one of my favorite richard siken poems in it as like an excerpt and it was really Really hard to write for a variety of reasons and bc there was so many different things to tackle and handle with actual nuance but the end result i feel is pretty complex with a lot to look into!! i heard a lot of feedback on that fic bc i turned it in for a fic contest so a bunch of different people gave their thoughts on it so!! i thiiiink it got the intended effect i wanted :3 i remember rereading it a few weeks ago with a fresh mind bc i havent looked at it in so long and i was like GODDAMN HOW THE HELL DID I DO ALL OF THAT - bc its superrr funny to me most of my writing process was the messiest notes ever paired with me writing about 10k or so words in a whole week while high on dr. pepper specifically <3

also ig shoutout to hot potatoes. its my most popular fic still (i totally get it, its an rbd reveal fic HAH) but also like it's spread through my friends in this fandom like a virus. same with self love. except self love was like mostly my fault but like one of the funniest things thats happened to me in this fandom was definitely MULTIPLE MUTUALS QUOTING MY OWN FICS BACK AT ME...... this is like the stop posting about amogus rezero meme video all over again (i say this with love). but other than that i do appreciate how much people seem to like hot potatoes and a lot of my other fics!! and i definitely really enjoy the art my cowriters have made with our collabs <3

and shoutout to satellite. one of my proudest achievements (writing emilia content that i Like <3).

thanks for the ask anon hope you didnt mind my yapping :3

[acceleracers-baby]

The Teku & Their Cat.

You all can blame @might-be-a-potato for this one. We were talking about Bumper and then she was like… so the Teku have a cat right??? They thought of the name and everything!! Now I have brain rot beyond repair. Please enjoy the byproduct of us going feral about this last night lol!

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Smudge

It was Kurts turn to pick up dinner. He’d been dodging the responsibility for the past week and a half due to a cold front blowing through the city. It was freezing out, and he hated having to bundle up just to stay warm. Unfortunately, if he pawned the chore off on someone else again, Karma might get involved. Which is something no one wanted to see happen.

Nolo had been talking about having some sort of soup all week, so instead of stopping by their usual burger joint, Kurt opted to visit the grocery store instead. It was the least he could do after making Nolo pick up his slack when it came to keeping the gang fed. Plus, if he made enough, they would have leftovers for the next few days and not have to worry about risking their cars on the ice. It was a win win.

Kurt was just about to start tossing the grocery bags into his passenger seat when he heard a strange noise come from under the car. He paused for a minute, listening for the sound to repeat, but when it didn’t, he continued to haphazardly toss the bags into the seat. Of course, as soon as he started moving though, he heard the sound again.

“What the…” Quickly, the driver ditched the rest of the bags onto the floor boards, and closed the door to keep whatever heat was left in the car trapped inside. After he heard the noise a third time, he groaned and crouched down next to his car to try and find the source.

He looked around for a good minute or two before his hands and feet began to go numb from the windchill. He was about to give up the search until he heard the noise one last time coming from up near his hood.

There, shaking like a leaf, was a kitten that couldn’t have been larger than his hand. It was covered in soot and grime- probably from trying to keep warm near his engine block- and it looked like it hadn’t had a decent meal in days.

With a grimace, Kurt got onto his hands and knees to fish the poor thing out from under his car. It was wet with snow, and it had to have been freezing. Especially, being as small as it was.

“Talk about an underdog.” Kurt mumbled to himself as he crawled into his car and cranked up the heat. He shed his scarf and used it to dry the poor thing off as best he could but it was soaked to the bone and still shivering awfully hard. After a few minutes of trying to warm the kitten back up, he decided that the best course of action was just stuff the thing into his jacket and hope that would keep it warm enough for them to make it back to garage.

Kurt would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about the thing crawling around while he was trying to drive but luckily it seemed that the cat was just happy to be somewhere warm again, so it didn’t around move much. Every once in a while, it would pop its head out to meow out some commentary, but that was about it did.

The garage wasn’t far, so the drive wasn’t long, and of course as soon as he pulled in and shut the door behind him, his car was swarmed with people trying to help out with the groceries.

“What took you so long? We thought you might have crashed.” Karma stated, opening his car door and pulling out a few bags.

Vert was right behind her, grabbing the remainder or the groceries and walking them over to the kitchenette.

“Yeah, dude. We were starting to get worried. Last time I saw you on ice, you had a pretty hard wipeout,” Vert loved to poke fun at him for what happened on Highway 35. It was better than the alternative he supposed.

Despite his friends concern, Kurt momentarily brushed them off in favor of finding somewhere warm to get the cat currently clinging to the inside of his jacket. On a whim, he rushed over to their makeshift laundry area and put his hand on top of the dryer. It felt like it was in the middle of a cycle, but he couldn’t tell.

��Have these been in here long?” He asked, pulling the door open.

“Yeah, they should almost be done, why?” Vert answered from the kitchen, starting to unpack the bags and lay everything out on the counter.

That was when Shirako and Nolo walked in.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Nolo snarked upon seeing a cold and wet Kurt Wylde raiding their dryer for something warm to wear.

“You’ve go no idea,” Kurt responded before finally tugging the shivering kitten out from the inside of his jacket. Using the random amalgamation of team jackets, towels, and spare blankets, Kurt made a little nest for the thing to sleep in while it warmed up by the space heater they had going.

Within seconds the whole team was gathered around the heater keeping a close eye on the kitten.

“Where’d you find a cat?” Karma finally questioned, fixing Kurt with a look.

“Under my car. I think it was trying to keep warm. Looks like it wasn’t doing a good job though. Thing was practically frozen when I found it.” He explained, wandering over to the kitchen sink to start running some warm water to clean the kitten up. Being covered in all that grime couldn’t be good for it.

“We gonna keep it?” Nolo asked from his place next to the cat. He was starting to pet the top of the blanket pile to let it know that they were still there.

“Well, we can’t just kick it back out into the cold.” Kurt answered, testing the water before putting the stopper in the drain so that the sink would start to fill. It wasn’t hot, but it was still decently warm. He didn’t want to take the chance of burning the kitten or putting it into shock.

When the sink hand enough water in it to at least fill the bottom of the basin, Kurt came back over to the heater and plucked the cat from its makeshift nest. It whined in protest, but didn’t bite or scratch, so Kurt placed it in the water.

All things considered, it took the bath like a champ. Especially with how hard Kurt had to scrub to get some of the grease out of its fur. He made sure to be careful, but some of the stains just weren’t coming out.

“Damn. These won’t come out.” Kurt remarked with a frown, wiping the kittens face dry with a washcloth. “He looks like he’s got grease smudges everywhere.”

Shirako laughed from behind him, peaking over his shoulder at the cat.

“That’s what we should call him. Smudge.” Shirako suggested, as Vert came to join them by the sink.

“Aw, man. That’s adorable!” Vert agreed, clutching at his chest comically.

After a few warm nights spent in lots of Teku beds, Smudge was able to make a full recovery. It wasn’t long until the cat broke out of its shell and started getting into lots of mischief around the garage, but at the end of the day, the Teku don’t mind.

Besides, Smudge becomes a rather fitting mascot. Particularly when the Metal Maniacs start bringing their brutish dog to races. He makes a solid edition to their little family.

——— Thanks for Reading ———

[phoenixmetaphor]

angry kitty Leon from @thebrandywine ‘s [cat scratch fever]

[kevin-the-bruyne]

firstkhao are worryingly crawling into the oh no they might actually be dating zone- baby no I have at least 20 FK wips I need to finish before y’all decide to announce your relationship

[kcuf-ad]

Quick Warning: if you ever prank me for weeks, using my least Favourite and favourite characters in a fic, won't stop annoying me with a fake account and playing hot potato with me with 3 other people in 1 goddamn AM again, I will write everyone involved a no comfort fic full of angst of everyone's individual favourite character. Okay? 😊

[1captainjordan4]

i. am putting your boatem immortal au in my mouth and whipping my head back and forth like a feral dog. i love how wet and pathetic mumbo looks. he is so babygorl. thank you for this daily bread.

My mumbo wet cat propaganda is working yess... YESSS

[acowardinmordor]

So you know how lots of kids get dumped into foster care when their parents are either not around or deemed unfit? And you know how lots of religious groups and religious get approved as foster homes despite being cruel? And you know how the Midwest of America is/was super not great for anyone queer in the 80s? And how sometimes if people couldn’t get store bought conversion therapy, homemade was fine?

Before Wayne finds out that his brother and sister in law have lost custody of their kid, before he raises hell and rips up the system to find him, Eddie goes into the system for a few years.

After Wayne finds him, he immediately rebels against all the things they insisted he do. He listens to satanic music and he finds dungeons and dragons and becomes as much of a freak as possible. Because those are the pieces he feels safe reaching for. That’s the stuff they lectured about and reminded all the kids not to touch. That’s what’s safe.

The stuff they really wanted to crush down and smother is too broken for Eddie to rebel against. Not right away. Not a few years later when he starts to think about it more. Not when he tries to like girls his junior year and fails at it.

The things they did to him when he was a kid and gave them the slightest indication he might be queer are too deep in his bones.

Even when Steve comes out, and Robin and Will. Even when they’re supported and loved, even then, he can’t break that hold. He doesn’t repeat the words that echo in his memories, he knows it would hurt his friends. He isn’t unsupportive, but he can’t even think about himself that way without feeling sick.

And maybe Robin and Steve aren’t paragons of queer inclusion and are actually sharp about. Because it’s so obvious to them that Eddie is gay. He flirts with Steve constantly and he has never stared at women or girls, no matter how hot they’re considered or how topless they are. They’re confident. So confident they kinda pressure him. It’s with the best of intentions, since they both felt so much better about themselves after coming out and finding allies.

They know Eddie was in the foster system for a little while, and that Eddie hated them, but to Eddie, they didn’t do anything beyond the normal scale of shitty guardians. He doesn’t think of it as conversion therapy. To be honest, it wasn’t. It was Aversion therapy. He never really got a chance to recognize anything about himself before they started grinding that identity into dust.

It comes to a head when they’re all a little crossfaded and hanging out at Steve’s. Nancy, Jon and Argyle are there too, everyone laughing teasing each other.

Eddie always sits next to Steve and he always leans close when he teases, when he jokes, when he flirts. It’s so so obvious to everyone, and Steve knows everybody in the room is some kind of queer. It’s safe. He knows it’s safe.

Steve closes the distance, kisses Eddie. It’s a question and an invitation. Do you want this too? Do you like me? Can I kiss you again? Longer? Harder? It lasts a short few seconds.

Eddie shoves him away, hesitates, and then breaks Steve’s nose. He’s out the door and gone before the others have gotten past their initial wtf reaction.

The only reason Eddie is still in town the next morning is because Wayne was home when Eddie got there. He got a fragment of an explanation, and stole the keys to Eddie’s van when he passed out after a panic attack and breakdown.

[starlitangels]

Hi, Star! It's okay if you don't feel comfortable answering this--I just need some advice.

I'm writing a fanfiction on Quotev that I love, and clearly others do as well. They'd tell me that it's really hard to find a good fic on that site for that specific character, and it makes my day every time someone takes time out of their day to compliment my work. But, I haven't updated said fic in around four months now.

I've been so busy that I hadn't had time to write, and frankly when I do, I'm too tired or busy stressing about what else is coming up(ending in several emotional breakdowns and an anxiety attack). And knowing that I write for a very rare character on that site, it puts a little extra pressure for me to update regularly and keep the writing quality up.

I want to keep writing this fic, but should I put it on hiatus for now? I want to, but I'm scared to. I feel like if I do, I'd be letting my readers down.

You want me to be honest?

You don’t actually owe those readers anything. You’re not writing that fic for those people. You are choosing to share that fic with those people

Look, I understand that kind, enthusiastic comments on fics are extremely validating and always appreciated (look at the 280 one-shots in my “#fic” tag and wonder if I get some sort of validation from getting comments on my writing that often spurs me to write more)

But that doesn’t mean you’re obligated to keep writing

If it’s literally giving you emotional breakdowns and an anxiety attack, put the damn fic on hiatus. No strangers on the internet are worth that kind of toll

You are choosing to share. You’re not obligated to keep going

Put the posting of it on hiatus. Don’t write at all for it or just write it for yourself. You can resume posting it later with what you wrote while you weren’t posting or you don’t have to

If you wanna be nice you can let your readers know you’re taking a hiatus from the fic to take care of your mental health. Honestly you don’t even owe anyone that much of an explanation. You can just say “I’m taking a hiatus! Thanks for understanding!” And leave it at that. And refuse to elaborate or apologize because you shouldn’t be sorry to strangers on the internet for taking care of yourself. But you don’t even have to do any of that if you don’t want

I’m a big fan of the “thank, don’t apologize” philosophy so instead of “sorry I disappeared for a while” you say “thanks for your patience, I’m back!” type thing. Don’t say you’re sorry for taking a hiatus. Thank your readers for their understanding

This is all just a strongly worded suggestion but if you want honest advice that doesn’t beat around the bush with the cop out answer of “do whatever feels best for you,” this is my honest advice

You don’t owe them more. Especially since it’s seriously damaging your mental health

Choose to share what you want and step away whenever you want. This is a hobby that fic writers do for fun (and for free). There are no contractual requirements

[lightdancer1]

The last of my three Buffyverse ideas:

I've had these on the back burner for a decade and waited until the Buffy comics were done to avoid having to constantly reinvent the wheel to do the full thing, but it all started with the old-model 'Wish to resurrect Tara Maclay' fics that are the worst part of shipping culture making the ship overshadow the people involved.

These five stories can essentially be said to be 'the last five seasons of Buffy if Tara Maclay came back in Season 8 and got to deal with the death of magic and the magic concentration camps like everyone else did.' They are both a reconstruction and a deconstruction of elements of the Buffyverse idea of soulmates, of a lot of tropes in Tara x Willow fanfics, and simply put an excuse to write Tara Maclay and Willow having their own badass adventures separately and then together and not do the racist thing of throwing the obnoxious Latina under the bus while the obnoxious demon gets a pass because she's played by a white woman.

Also featuring my idea that absent pesky actor contracts the First Evil very much did appear as Tara and that this would be a complicating extra shadow over all the other trauma, and that without the ultimate longer-term effects of the Twilight War.

The irony, too, is that in this case all of Willow's actions in Seasons 8 and 9 ultimately stem from loving Tara enough to want people to remember the actual human and to give her time to adjust to being alive again on the one hand, and loving Kennedy enough to not simply discard her for not being Tara because their dynamic, while vastly different, very much does have its own recommendations.

Also going to feature, along with my series rewrite, the idea that the world of Buffy had at least a bit in common with that of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen in that Dracula is not the only classic literary character to have been real (and not just the Cthulhu Mythos ala the Order of Dagon and Yog-Sothoth, aka Dawn Summers). One of them also has some support from the earlier episodes of the show and that one episode with the formula, as the Mk. I model makes its reappearance and with it the full-blown effects.

[mantisgodsdomain]

7 vi but instead of food (i get the vibes your vi just straight up doesn't refuse food) crimes or drugs whichever you prefer

(for this ask game)

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food drug or crime when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink drug or crime that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

...listen the conditions under which our Vi would refuse food are extremely specific but they do exist. Depending on the variant, you might hit that faster or slower, though it varies on the person offering it to her and the circumstances surrounding it. Wereweevil Vi, specifically, will absolutely fucking not refuse food under any circumstances, but she is an outlier and most other Vis actually have a point where they'll say no.

In terms of crimes and drugs... listen, Vi has a sense of self-preservation, and people absolutely don't just hand out drugs either For Free or For No Reason. Getting her to accept doing it is the hard part, if you're not already someone she trusts - what are you, a cop? Gonna tattle on her if she takes your offer? She does, actually, have a fair amount of trust in most of the Underground Tavern regulars, and would probably take up an offer for Illegal Actions if offered, because she trusts they won't try to fuck her over and will probably be willing to back her up if worst comes to worst.

If she's being, like, offered something to try and do, and it's someone she knows, then she has pretty decent assurance that her friends won't deliberately try and kill her, but she might still want to question if it's safe for her species, whether in a "this open job offer might not actually be open to a bug where almost everyone seeing her will immediately assume she's associated with the Bee Kingdom and might report them back to the queen" way or a or "whoever made this drug has never accounted for her species in test runs and there's a solid chance of her experiencing adverse side effects from it" way.

She's not entirely naive - she knows what she's doing, she knows it might be dangerous, and she's only really willing to assume the Tavern bugs have her best interests in mind because of experience. Unless she's being paid for it, she won't take up an offer from just anyone, and she has decent confidence in not getting fucked for taking the offer.

That said... in terms of drugs, the one (1) thing that she might consider getting from Random Unlicenced Sellers She Doesn't Know would be Daydream. Chronic pain reasons, as per usual. If it's getting to autumn and times she Knows that she's gonna run into more Bad Pain Days and her usual dealer's not got enough she might go hunting for another supplier, and in that case - yeah, she'll take random handouts and shady offers, and yeah, she'll probably get fucked over for it. Probably better than lying on the floor unable to do anything due to her body swinging a fire axe into her spinal cord that makes it feel like there's a white-hot rod of metal permanently impaled into her chitin and through half of her vital organs. She might reconsider if it's particularly shady and she's with Team Snakemouth, but being in horrible pain has a way of making you abandon your previous convictions in favor of not having to endure part of your body trying to violently kill you to death by making your entire nervous system fry itself with chronic pain.

With crime if you pay her enough then she'll do basically anything but for profit-free mischief, uhh. Listen if you walk up to her in a bar and say "hey, wanna vandalize something" then she'll probably agree before asking any further questions. Some day this will bite her in the dick but she will probably only learn "plan more when vandalizing things" from it.

[addicted-to-michiel]

Posting this for @rae-gar-targaryen and anyone else who might be interested.

A fic I wrote that is a continuation of the scene we all wanted but were denied! (18+) link below

Juliet Ashton has a plan. A plan to write an article for the London times about reading, inspired by correspondence she has begun with a pig farmer from the island of Guernsey. A plan to marry her American fiancé Mark Reynolds. And a plan to live happily ever after.

What she did not plan however, is to fall completely in love with that pig farmer, the members of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and the island itself. But Juliet has never been one to put a lot of faith in plans; the war has taught her they have a funny way of never working out quite as you expected…