#mailroom

[johndunwin]

This monochrome photograph titled 'number 115' captures the stark, architectural simplicity of a mailroom. The use of black and white elevates the atmosphere, evoking a sense of nostalgia and introspection, where every piece of mail represents a myriad of stories and news.

[noxsquier]

This is a little gift but it was made with lots of love, I hope you like the silliness of these two depicted here. I can see them on the mailroom era, going to a photoboot and Kim being a little mean, but that's just the way she shows her appreciation for Jimmy. Merry Christmas!

@tincanfish

[popnpak]

This is where the magic happens at Pop'n Pak.

It's not much, but I love being able to pack and ship everything myself. 🐇🎸❤️

[discodinosaur]

Hi there! Your stuff looks beautiful! Can I ask where you get the paper for your jackets? I’ve ordered a bunch and everything I’ve used so far is either too thick and either cracks when I try and fold it over the edges or won’t stay on the book. Is it a thinner paper and you use a laminate on it?

Hi hi!

I use this paper - https://amzn.eu/d/fklYz49 - it’s the Koala brand, 140gsm matte. I don’t have any issues with cracking on it! ¨̮ I use this with the laminate too, because it’s still a little thinner than proper jacket paper, the laminate doesn’t make it too thick.

I did use to use a glossy paper that was thicker and I know what you mean, it doesn’t hold the fold very well and cracks on the edge of the fold easily.

Thank you for the love on my bind!🩷

[peri-bytes]

various doodles from various canvases

[uhthatsodd]

[cathedral-postcard]

wip of a canon event

[saintblk]

no bc my aomine brainrot never stops girlie!!! that man? the horniest out there, doesn't even bother stripping (himself or you) before fucking you stupid 😩

PUH LEASE the hold this man has on me is TERRIBLE.

cw: vulgar language, sexual intercourse, reader is degraded:P

he’s got zero patience, hates waiting for the most simple stuff. so when he finds himself with an agonizing tent in his pants, he wastes no time pulling you away from what you’re doing for his own sexual gratification.

it doesn’t help that he’s aroused by damn near everything you do. in this case, he’s watching you grind on your friends at a party he didn’t want to attend. you’re wearing a dress that’s far too tight and far too short, and he can’t help but think it should be him pressed up against you instead of some chick he didn’t bother remembering the name of.

it isn’t long before he’s getting up, grabbing your hand and leading you out the house. he’s ignoring your line of questioning and your complaints. you were having fun? you just got there? too bad — he’s horny:(

he lets you slide into the passenger seat as he plops down on the driver’s side. but aomine quickly decides he can’t wait until you’re home. he pulls you over the console and onto his lap before you can protest and when you do, you’re shut up by the feeling of his fingers slipping past your panties.

in just a few moments, his dick is out, your panties have been pushed to the side, and he’s bullying his way past your tight walls. his starting pace is relentless and cruel, helping you bounce on his member with a harsh grip on your bottom.

“s’too much!” you sob, yet you still lift yourself up just for him to pull you back down.

aomine, too busy watching your bodies connected, tsked in annoyance.

“shut up,” he growls. “your fault anyway…”

he tugs the neck of your dress down, giving him access to your nipples. his teeth prod and bite at your skin, earning him a cry out and a clench around his shaft.

“dressed like a fuckin’ slut,” he groans and sinks his teeth into your neck. “you can take it like one then, yeah?”

his first nut gives him enough clarity and self control to drive the two of you home. in the passenger seat, you lay your head against the window, drained and fucked out. yet despite your obvious need for sleep, he’s not nearly done with you. when you step through the door to his place, he’s pushing you up against the nearest wall and having his way with you again.

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[eltingvilleclubconfession]

this isn't directed at anyone in particular but i hate when eltingville fans don't know basic shit about the things the guys enjoy.

ex. "this fan... this monster" being based off of Fantastic Four #51 "This man... This monster!" or Bill's lighting bolt shirt in the pilot being a Madman shirt.

[katierosefun]

insane to me that if harvey had been even an iota less insane, he probably could have gotten mike to be a lawyer the more normal way. i mean, man is a big shot attorney who graduated fifth in his class at harvard law school and probably has a gazillion connections and he absolutely could have just gotten mike into harvard law school (and talked harvard people into looking the other way about how he got kicked out of college . . . worse people have gone to law school tbh), and then harvey could have just negotiated with jessica about not having a personal associate for another three years or just have had mike become a summer associate or something and then hire mike onto pearson hardman, but noOOoOoOoOOoOOO, harvey was so impatient to get his hands on mike that he had to go through this whole fraud thing. gay behavior

[pdpenpals]

I absolutely adore your blog :3

i dont rlly have a prompt,, but i was wondering if you could do one for pdh!blaze !! It can be romantic or platonic!!

and you have my adoration too, nonnie! ( ´･･)ﾉ(.∀.`)

this one may also count as a mini-milestone as this would be the post office’s first assisted delivery to not come to you in a physical envelope… 

(had a lot of fun with this one, and i hope you do as well!)

you are one more minor inconvenience away from tearing out all the hair on your head. as if the neverending workload on your shoulders weren’t heavy enough already, the school festival and midterms were just around the round the corner of this week. you don’t remember the last time you’ve had a full night of sleep. but you suppose that as long as you were keeping yourself afloat academically and beyond, it would be all worth it in the end.

you’re mentally patting yourself on the back after a quick break in the form of clearing the inbox of your school email. you don’t get to leave your seat like you originally wanted when you hear that accursed ping notification echo through your room.

okay, what happened to basic etiquette, huh? it’s waaay past midnight. who in irene’s name was trying to reach you at this ungodly hour? unable to resist and simply read it tomorrow, you refresh the page to find another email sitting at the top of your inbox.

(no subject) Blaze █████ <b█████0218@pdhs.edu.rn> Wed, XX/XX/20XX, 1:24 AM to me ▾

HELLO!! 

I don’t have your number but i do remember your name (thank Irene for the class directory) just wanted to say thanks for presenting for our group in Compan since i didn’ get to while ago that’s allWAHAHAHA

i’d take a bettr pic but hop this one’s good enough, i don’t just send pics of me to others so easy (heh)

also can you let ms Vee Iamsick will not to Statprob because i have a heaache. not sure if I’ll be alive tomorrow. i Hope its very thanks good night

love,

Blaze

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[Attachment: You were dreading reading the email the moment you saw the lack of a subject and the suspiciously titled photo attachment, but you let out a sigh of relief to find that it’s simply a candid selfie from your classmate. He appears to be in front of a fridge, flashing you a shit-eating grin and some finger guns. The letter magnets in front of him spell out a simple but effective “T H A N K S  B U D  ★”. Divine above, is he even sick? Looking at the file’s title again, it appears he took it mere minutes before this email. You shudder at the thought that you are curious and want to ask what exactly was going through his mind next time you meet. Well, that’s enough time on your devices tonight for you…]

[saul-gone-man]

best part of his day 💌

[yaekiss]

#Mailroom Open!　─ Hello Qi! I hope I am able to get this letter in before the cutoff 😖 May I send a love letter to yan!Jing Yuan, and have him address a Foxian!reader w gn nicknames?

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To my dearest Scoundrel,

You are quite the terrible influence my dear general, are you aware of this? How am I supposed to resolve this trade agreement with our fellow Xianzhou flagships in a timely manner, when you have more or less conditioned me to take naps during most hours of the day?

Truly despicable of you really. And on top of that, your "parting gifts" you left on me are still very tender; very distracting from my work. Efficiency and diligence, I fear will be strangers to me during this trip.

Regardless, I hope you are doing well and are not causing to much trouble for the commission during my absence. (Please try to not stress Fu Xian too much, I don't need further distractions from her blowing up my phone because of your shenanigans.) Maybe if you are on your best behavior, I might even give you a reward. Perhaps even something of your choosing if you are especially well behaved~.

Before I sign off and leave you to return to my work, I have sealed a gift for you. Consider it...my own unique "parting gift" to you until I return to you. Which I know in our vast lifespans will be over before you know it my beloved.

-Sincerely, your sleepy vixen

(Enclosed in a small red and gold box, is a simple blue collar with golden accents and filigree with a note that says "wear it until I come back ;)" )

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Jing Yuan, no gendered terms for reader, Jing Yuan calls you "my tranquility", unhealthy obsessive relationship from Jing Yuan, lightly implied drugging, mentions of reader topping and edging Jing Yuan, quick mention of biting and blood, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: You have quite the roster of guards at the door of your hotel room huh? Looks like nothing's going to slip past them if they were chosen by Jing Yuan himself! ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

As you return to your temporary quarters after sitting through a particularly arduous trade meeting, you’re alerted by your guards assigned to you (by none other than Jing Yuan) about a suspicious delivery left for you while you were away.

Inspecting the box, a laugh escapes you when you catch the ink paw prints of a lion stamped haphazardly on both sides of it. After explaining that this was a personal delivery from the Xianzhou Luofu’s Dozing General, it seemed to dissolve any remaining apprehension your guards had and they handed the box over to you. Thanking them for dutifully carrying out their work, you step into your room.

Your room is spacious, ridiculously so. Why would one person need such a massive room for themselves? It’s the kind that only a general could manage to procure. The open sliding window leads to a balcony that showcases the bustling lively environment of the streets below and a cool evening breeze fills the room. Settling down on the edge of the bed, you set the box in your lap.

Upon opening up your delivery, it seems that Jing Yuan had prepared a pair of gifts in return for you. The first of two is an intricate small glass spray bottle set within a satin-lined box. The small tag tied around it says, “Some of the fragrance that I often use. For you to spray on your pillows when you sleep. :3”

Spritzing a fine mist onto your wrist, the scent of your lover wafts from the area; not too strong such that it’s unpleasant for your keen sense of smell, nor too faint that it’s hard for you to pick up. The fragrance is soothing and familiar, a thoughtful gift that will no doubt improve the quality of your sleep, as evident from the yawn it draws out from you.

The second gift you retrieve from the box is a soft sleep mask in your favourite colour. Sliding it over your eyes, you find that the fabric is smooth against your skin and the mask manages to completely block out all light, fully blacking out everything. The elastic strap isn’t overly tight but secure enough that it ensures that the mask doesn’t slip off too easily. Perfect for tossing and turning. 

Finally, laid at the bottom of the box, is the reply from Jing Yuan, concealed in an elegant envelope. The quality is top-notch and flawless, and it’s sealed securely. Running your hand over the envelope, you feel the crest of the Cloud Knights embossed lightly on the surface. You break the seal and remove the letter contained within. 

His handwriting is steady and dignified, each and every brushstroke on the page graceful. At the end of his letter, is his own name seal, stamped in red ink. Jing Yuan’s reply reads:

“For my dreamlike haven,

My apologies, it seems that Mimi got its paws on the box while I was out of my office and left a couple of paw prints on the sides. Sigh, you should’ve seen how much ink I had to clean off the surfaces, truly troublesome. Perhaps it knew that the box was meant for you and wished to leave something for you as well, haha!

I have to admit, Mimi is not the only one missing you, my tranquility. I find myself looking over to my side to ask for your wise input on things, only to realise that you’re away. Fu Xuan laughs at me whenever I do this. :( 

It's just not the same to take afternoon naps without you by my side. Nothing is as comforting as your warmth in my arms, or for me to jokingly complain about the tips of your furry ears tickling my nose when we cuddle together. My slumbers are no longer restful when I can’t spend them with you, my tranquility.

The things I would do to have you next to me again. Are the marks and scratches I left on you still visible, my tranquility? Judging by how the ones you left on me are fading, I assume my parting gifts left on you are doing the same. Would you let me mark you up again, and won’t you extend the same generosity to me too? I yearn for your searing touch, my tranquility, for your fangs to pierce my skin and bring forth the vivid red beneath. Whenever I close my eyes, the only thing I can see is you, as if you linger in my every thought and dream.

Speaking of dreams, it seems that lately, my dreams have taken quite a raunchy turn. The starring role for all of them is obviously, you, my tranquility. You’d have me pliant and satisfying your every whim. In one, you had me bent over my office desk, fucking me hard as I rocked back against you. In another, you were edging me mercilessly, over and over again, until I could do nothing but beg helplessly for my release. That look you had in your eyes still sends a shiver down my spine. I’m hoping that soon, you can help turn these dreams of mine into reality.

Additionally, thank you for the collar, my tranquility. I’ve taken the liberty of adding a charming little bell at the front of it, I think you’d find it quite endearing. (And perhaps deserving of a reward? :3)

Do take care of yourself, or else I might just have to come and do it myself, haha. I’ll try to be on my best behaviour but no promises! I miss you dearly, my tranquility, come back to me soon.

Your rascal of a general,

- Jing Yuan -

P.S. Remember to use the fragrance on your pillows and the sleep mask!”

Rising from your seat on the bed, you pack everything back into the box before stepping into the shower to… cool off after reading Jing Yuan’s letter. In the bathroom, you find yourself relaxing as the water patters on your skin. Your ears flicker slightly whenever they pick up noise from beyond the locked door. A shout from the busy streets below, a soft sigh and the tinkle of a bell, the water splashing onto the floor around you.

Whilst clothing yourself, you lift your wrist to your nose and sigh when the scent of Jing Yuan has expectedly, (begrudgingly), been washed off. However, when you return to your bed, the scent of him still lingers, one that wasn’t here before. 

Your heightened foxian senses can just about make out where it’s concentrated the most, and it points towards your pillow. It’s saturated with the smell of him, to a disconcerting degree. Lifting it up, you’re greeted with the sight of the usual red ribbon he has tied around his hair.

The world falls silent around you.

He was in your room.

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[lucentdreamzzz]

im a fucking sobbing wreck youre all awful stop sending me tenna

[blerpdotcom]

Recent blerp dot com visual pieces if you will pert 1. dot come

[catastrophic-crisis]

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