#ff vodkster

[ohlookasneklady]

Ships and Headcanons for Pride~

FYI: the Cheese/Pizza/Cassata is NOT a ship doodle. They were raised as siblings and even if they aren’t ‘blood’ siblings like the Tofu Twins or Sushi and Sashimi, any ship among the three feels somewhat incestious in nature to me

Full explanation of the flags can be found here

The food souls whose names couldn’t make it in the tags due to the 30 tag limit are Canele and Pretzel, and last woman is my OC Artemis

#food fantasy #ff milk #ff black tea #ff teamilk #ff brownie #ff b 52 #ff bb52 #ff boston lobster #ff vodka #ff vodkalobster #ff vodkster #ff peking duck #ff foie gras #ff foieduck #ff cheese #ff pizza #ff cassata #ff red wine #ff gingerbread #ff gingerwine #lesbian #nonbinary #demisexual #pansexual #demiromantic #asexual #aroace #greysexual #queerplatonic #bisexual

[dajuans]

Pairing: Vodka/Boston Lobster rated M previous chapter

so uh, this is the chapter where the M rating kicks in? no second draft we die like men.

  They didn’t talk about it for the rest of the working day - in fact, after learning that the food soul Borscht was on good terms with Spaghetti, Vodka wasn’t in the mood to speak at all until sunset. Boston wondered many times what he was supposed to be doing there, watching Vodka watch for food souls he didn’t recognize, once again just muscle to use at someone’s discretion, except this time he was doing this entirely voluntarily, and he didn’t know why.

#food fantasy #vodkster #ff vodka #ff boston lobster #hesione writes #someone kill me

[dajuans]

Pairing: Vodka/Boston Lobster rated T until next chapter I’M serious the next chapter is actually rated M. previous chapter

  The time it took for Vodka to finally kiss him clocked at about twenty hours after the meeting at the bar. They’d been watching Pizza and Cassata conversing when an unmistakable red-veiled head of hair just as blonde as her own entered her peripheral vision. Vodka felt herself enter the familiar stillness of someone used to danger assessing something unpredictable. Boston shifted in response. She refused to let memories of fresh blood staining worn lace distract her from her task, except that the food soul Spaghetti also appeared alongside Borscht, who then began to turn her head in the direction of Vodka and Boston’s observation alley. Borscht would’ve recognized her face immediately, so Vodka did the first thing that came to mind, which was to shove Boston into the brick wall behind him and go for his lips.

#food fantasy #ff boston lobster #ff vodka #vodkster #pay attention to meeeeeeeeeeeee #hesione writes

[dajuans]

Pairing: Vodka/Boston Lobster rated T until next chapter, this time for reals.  previous chapter 

      Of course, contrary to whatever Boston Lobster may have surmised about her, Vodka was more sober more often than not. Certainly being able to hold her drink extraordinarily well also helped, but she usually had work to do, and hadn’t originally been a heavy drinker (relative to the habits of her home region) anyways.

     And as for tonight, getting drunk would work against what she had in mind, Vodka thought as she discreetly admired the lean musculature that Boston Lobster’s v-neck generously showcased. He would look very nice laid flushed and panting under her. She bet he was loud in bed. Very nice indeed. Stop.

     Vodka took a sip of mulberry wine and absentmindedly fed Andre a morsel of rabbit as she unfortunately went back to thinking about Boston’s long, white hair splayed across her sheets. And, she suspected, with Spicy Gluten as his friend, Boston Lobster would have no trouble going about pleasing a lady... Stop!

#food fantasy #ff boston lobster #vodkster #ff vodka #wtf is the ship tag for this #dffgdfsghhsg #hesione writes