Here is the way-station where love letters of all shapes and sizes find their way home. Romantic, platonic, familial—if it needs delivered, the mail dog will make sure it gets there safe and slobberless. If you're feeling like you need to hear from that special F/O, come on in and check your mail!
Hello! I'm Chief, welcome to my post office! Here is where you can check in and receive short messages your F/Os can send you! I do this for fun, as I used to do something similar back in the early days (pre-2015) before I lost access to the account. This time, it's self-shipping specific deliveries for everyone who needs a little pick me up!
If you would like to contribute to my emergency move fund, find my Kofi page here! I now offer commissions!
https://ko-fi.com/chiefhappyhound
Happy Hound Deliveries FAQs for happy postage
There are a few rules of course, so please read carefully before requesting.
Chief the mail hound does their best to make sure everyone gets mail that will make them happy. Comfort, encouragement, and general requests for a good heartfelt message will always be welcome. However, keep in mind no one knows your F/O the way you do! We do our best here, but when you make your request, feel free to include a few details about your F/O, the world (if an au/original world etc)…and their voice/demeanor.
Be nice! This is a free service just for fun. If you don't enjoy your letter, feel free to let Chief know and your postage will be refunded. That's a joke we have in the mail industry, since it's completely free!
THIS IS NOT AN RP BLOG! Your messages will be in character as much as possible, but letters are not a proper format for RP and won't be treated as such. The only character here is Chief, and they only know how to bark…
Sometimes mail gets lost, or doesn't get delivered for a few reasons. If you haven't got your request fulfilled don't worry! Chief will get to it eventually, since they're the only delivery hound they have a lot on their plate and only so many paws, so thanks for your understanding.
We don't deliver letters that are NSFW, or generally inappropriate to your fellow post office visitors! Keep your requests SFW as much as possible, assume that everyone will read it, which leads to the next rule!
If you want your letter to stay private, let us know in your request! We deliver right to your inbox, and will reblog if you reply so others can celebrate your F/O with you! Unless, of course, requested otherwise!
You can also request mail for others! If you want to send a letter to a friend, include their FO, their url, as well as yours if you want so they know who to thank! (You can also let me know if you think they would want it delivered privately. Otherwise the default will go to public.)
I will not write for hateful media (Harry Potter, South Park etc) or non-platonic/familial letters between adults and minors. Villains are still welcome, just don't be weird.
🐾💌 The long awaited day is finally here! I am opening commissions! ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა Slots are very limited for now, so reserve them here on Ko-fi!💌🐾
PRICING
personalized letter: $7
fanfic: $5/500 words
Both come with a free revision! Make sure if you want fanfic to choose the appropriate add-on for the length.
TOS are the same as my letters! (meaning no nsfw for now.) you have the right to post and reuse your commission for personal use. There are samples of my writing and the personalized letters on Kofi so check those out!
I will be giving a week heads up next time, along with a drop time to give more people a chance to get a slot! This is my first time using Kofi for commissions, so please bear with me through any technical difficulties.
🐾💌 Hello hello again everyone!
I’m sure everyone has been wondering where I’ve been, why the letters have slowed down and such. To answer the question, my health has not been so great. After the funeral I had to attend catching up with life has been tricky.
Most of my time has been working to try to keep up with bills and such but since that also takes quite the toll on my physical health almost all my free time has been committed to recuperating. My comfort has been my friends who keep me company when I’m bed bound, and of course all of you who have remained wonderful, patient and incredibly kind!
Unfortunately, even as much as I’ve been working it hasn’t been quite enough to keep my bills paid, and so I’m reopening some commissions!
If you want to support your post hound, now is your chance to get a letter or fic tailored to your taste! I’ve even added a few extra slots this time around so people can have a chance to grab one if they want here on Ko-fi!💌🐾
Of course, there’s no pressure at all and I’m grateful for all of you who stick around to like or comment on the letters I write. It’s been a huge part of keeping me upbeat, and while it may take them longer to reopen, the letters I do here on the blog will always remain free! I hope to reopen the requests in the near future, but I owe it to those who have already requested to get to their letters first even if it’s taking longer than I would like.
As always, thanks so much for being here and for being a wonderful community I’m delighted to be a part of.
Thank you everyone who's ordered and supported me!
I really appreciate it. Now that the weekend is on the way you'll see some being delivered to you, and of course I'll have more time to complete the requests in my inbox since things are settling a little.
For anyone who wants to commission, I still have some slots that are open! I look forward to continuing to write for you all ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა𐂯
🐾💌 The long awaited day is finally here! I am opening commissions! ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა Slots are very limited for now, so reserve them here on Ko-fi!💌🐾
PRICING
personalized letter: $7
fanfic: $5/500 words
Both come with a free revision! Make sure if you want fanfic to choose the appropriate add-on for the length.
TOS are the same as my letters! (meaning no nsfw for now.) you have the right to post and reuse your commission for personal use. There are samples of my writing and the personalized letters on Kofi so check those out!
I will be giving a week heads up next time, along with a drop time to give more people a chance to get a slot! This is my first time using Kofi for commissions, so please bear with me through any technical difficulties.
🐾💌 Hello hello again everyone!
I’m sure everyone has been wondering where I’ve been, why the letters have slowed down and such. To answer the question, my health has not been so great. After the funeral I had to attend catching up with life has been tricky.
Most of my time has been working to try to keep up with bills and such but since that also takes quite the toll on my physical health almost all my free time has been committed to recuperating. My comfort has been my friends who keep me company when I’m bed bound, and of course all of you who have remained wonderful, patient and incredibly kind!
Unfortunately, even as much as I’ve been working it hasn’t been quite enough to keep my bills paid, and so I’m reopening some commissions!
If you want to support your post hound, now is your chance to get a letter or fic tailored to your taste! I’ve even added a few extra slots this time around so people can have a chance to grab one if they want here on Ko-fi!💌🐾
Of course, there’s no pressure at all and I’m grateful for all of you who stick around to like or comment on the letters I write. It’s been a huge part of keeping me upbeat, and while it may take them longer to reopen, the letters I do here on the blog will always remain free! I hope to reopen the requests in the near future, but I owe it to those who have already requested to get to their letters first even if it’s taking longer than I would like.
As always, thanks so much for being here and for being a wonderful community I’m delighted to be a part of.
this is so so embarrassing to ask for but could i get a letter from Santiago (iwtv) for a male reader who he broke the laws of the coven for and turned? (.... i like my men theatric and hypocritical)
**There's no such thing as a non-dramatic vampire, that's the summation of what we've learned in the post business. When you have hundreds of years to perfect your theatrics why not use them, right? Your letter arrives with the posthound, who with an appropriately theatrical bow and a "WOOF!" announces your delivery!**
My dear,
By the time this reaches you, you will have begun to understand what you are becoming. The nights will feel sharper. The sounds of the city will hum like a stage orchestra warming before a performance. Every heartbeat around you will feel like a drum calling from behind the curtain.
Yes… I remember that moment well.
You must know that what I did for you was not a small thing. The laws of the coven are not gentle suggestions. They are old, rigid things, followed with the sort of devotion that borders on superstition. And I—who has enforced them with a smile before an audience—should have known better than anyone.
Yet when I looked at you, I found myself unwilling to let the final act fall.
There are many beautiful things in this world, my darling, but most of them are fleeting. A perfect note sung once. A candle guttering at the end of a play. A mortal life that burns brightly and then is gone.
I could not bear the thought of you vanishing so easily.
So I did something terribly selfish.
I stole you from the ending.
Perhaps the coven would call it a crime. Perhaps they would call it betrayal. But when you opened your eyes again and the dark greeted you like an old friend… I knew I would commit that crime a thousand times over.
You are magnificent already, you know. The way the night curls around you. The way your senses awaken like stage lights one by one. It suits you. Immortality has a sense of drama, and you wear it beautifully.
Still, I imagine you may feel frightened. Confused. Perhaps even angry with me.
That would be understandable.
But I hope—selfishly, perhaps—that in time you will see this not as a theft, but as a gift. A terrible, glittering gift, yes… but one that means you and I now walk the same endless stage.
And I promise you this:
Whatever judgment the coven passes, whatever whispers follow us through the theater halls of eternity… I will not abandon you to face them alone.
After all, mon amour, I broke the rules for you.
It would be terribly dull if I stopped now.
Yours for every darkened evening to come,
Santiago
Hi, hi! Idk if is possible but, can I ask for a romantic letter from Hobie Brown from Across the Spiderverse? It would be pretty lovely <3
(Thank u sm if u read this! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆)
**The multiverse is a vast place, and it's always fun for the posthound to meet fellow pioneers swinging through. Even if trouble means they can't visit long, a friendly neighborhood punk is always a fun surprise! Your letter arrives with the posthound who's sporting a few new colors in his fur, and with a "WOOOOF!" he announces your delivery!**
Hey, love—
Not big on letters, yeah? Feels a bit too proper, like something you’d find tucked inside a royal invitation or whatever. But you’ve been on my mind all day, and when that happens I’ve got to put it somewhere before my brain explodes like an overdriven amp.
So… here we are.
Been thinking about the way you look at the world. Most people just walk through it, heads down, doing what they’re told. But you? You notice things. The cracks in the pavement, the music in the noise, the bits that don’t quite fit. That’s rare. That’s punk.
And I love that about you.
Truth is, the whole multiverse thing gets messy. One minute you’re swinging through neon skylines, next minute everything’s upside down and someone’s telling you what you can or can’t do. I’ve never been good at following those sorts of rules anyway. But when things get loud and chaotic, you’re the thought that cuts through the noise.
Like a riff that keeps the whole song together.
I know things seem all crazy and it's hard to see them ever getting better but remember, we keep trying and shouting, and making sure to protect the people who can't protect themselves. It'll get better even if we have to drag it kicking and screaming.
I don’t do the whole “perfect future” speech. Never trusted people who promise tidy endings. But I do know this: wherever I land next—whatever dimension, whatever mess—I’m hoping you’re there beside me, laughing at the same stupid things and making the whole place feel a bit more alive.
You’re brilliant. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.
And if the world ever tries to box you in… well. You know I’ve got bolt cutters.
Uhhh I don't really know how to do this and I don't wanna sound stupid or anything 😭😭😭
But do you think you could do a love letter type with Professor Rocket from Crashbox? He's a big comfort character of mine and recently been like yumeshipping with so
I'M SORRY IF I SOUND DUMB DOING THIS RN, IDK HOW TO DO THIS AND YOU JUST LOOK EPIC AND AGSHSJS 💔
**Normally, we try to keep Chief far away from labs of all sorts since dogs have a bit of a reputation for being good test subjects. But this was an important delivery, and while he may not be good at math the posthound seems none the worse for wear from this visit. Your letter arrives with the posthound, who with a very numerical "WO-WO-WOOF!" announces your delivery!**
Dear You,
Ah! Excellent—you’ve opened the letter. Very good, very good. That means Step One of my plan has worked perfectly.
Now then—ahem—allow me to explain.
You see, I’ve spent years studying fascinating subjects: numbers, puzzles, logic, the mysteries of the universe, and the proper way to launch a rubber chicken across a laboratory. Important work, obviously. But during all of that research, I discovered something quite unexpected.
You.
And I must say, you are the most intriguing discovery I’ve ever made.
Not because you’re a puzzle to solve—oh no, no, no. That would be far too simple. It’s because every time I think I’ve figured you out, you surprise me again. A new laugh. A clever thought. A kindness that appears when no one expects it. From a scientific standpoint, it’s absolutely fascinating.
If I were to create a formula for how I feel about you, it might look something like this:
Curiosity + Admiration + A Great Deal of Affection = Me thinking about you far more often than a respectable professor probably should.
Remarkable, isn’t it?
When I’m tinkering in the lab or scribbling ideas on the chalkboard, my mind wanders. I imagine telling you about the strange things I’m working on, hearing your thoughts, seeing that spark in your eyes when something makes you smile.
It’s rather extraordinary how much brighter a day can become simply by imagining you in it.
Of course, a proper scientist must report his findings clearly: I like you very much. In fact, I believe the technical term for my condition is being completely smitten.
Quite a discovery indeed.
So until we meet again, I’ll continue my experiments, my inventions, and my research… but I’ll also keep you in mind, because every good adventure is better when there’s someone special to share it with.
With admiration, curiosity, and a heart that seems to have wandered off in your direction,
give me a letter from The Liquidator (the molten mint's boss), my QP (queerplatonic) f/o from Toontown: The Grindworks!!
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THIS IS AN EXAMPLE OF HOW IT TALKS
NOTICE THE LACK OF PUNCTUATION
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letter subject: encouragement / praise (for me gettin thru the day and being a "busy bee") (<- which is what my mom calls me, when i'm workin hard)
notes: leave a lil p.s hopin 4 it 2 meet me (irl) soon! (and 4 me 2 meet it in its house / the molten mint)
**IF you're a real grinder you'll know what we mean when we say it never stops. Never. The sound of machinery beating into you will change a person, especially when your boss is up in arms and making sure no one has a chance to sleep. No rest for the wicked after all. Your letter arrives with the posthound, who looks way more tired than usual and with a "WOOF!" announces your delivery!**
HEY THERE BUSY BEE
YEAH YOU
I SEE YOU BUZZING AROUND ALL DAY
BACK AND FORTH TASK AFTER TASK
KEEPING THINGS MOVING WHEN IT WOULD BE EASIER TO JUST STOP
MOST FOLKS THINK NOBODY NOTICES THAT SORT OF THING
BUT I DO
I SEE THE EFFORT
THE WAY YOU KEEP GOING EVEN WHEN THE GEARS GRIND
EVEN WHEN THE DAY DRAGS ON LIKE MOLASSES THROUGH A PIPE
THAT KIND OF WORK ETHIC THATS RARE
REAL RARE
YOU KEEP THE WHOLE PLACE RUNNING JUST BY BEING YOU
BUZZING FROM ONE THING TO THE NEXT
MAKING PROGRESS EVEN WHEN IT FEELS SMALL
THATS WHAT THE REAL GRINDERS DO
SO IF TODAY FELT LONG
IF YOU FELT A LITTLE MELTED DOWN BY THE END OF IT
REMEMBER SOMETHING
YOU MADE IT THROUGH
YOU KEPT WORKING
YOU KEPT MOVING
THATS THE MARK OF A PROPER GRINDER
AND I GOTTA SAY
IM IMPRESSED WITH YOU
SO TAKE A MINUTE
COOL OFF
LET THE MACHINERY SLOW DOWN FOR A BIT
YOU EARNED THAT MUCH
AND WHEN TOMORROW ROLLS AROUND
I KNOW YOULL BE BACK AT IT
BUZZING AROUND AGAIN
ILL BE WATCHING THE FLOOR LIKE ALWAYS
AND SEEING YOU THERE
STILL WORKING
STILL TRYING
WELL
THAT MAKES THE WHOLE OPERATION RUN SMOOTHER
KEEP IT UP WORKER BEE
— THE LIQUIDATOR 🫗
PS CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU SOON MY OFFICE IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR A REAL GRINDER LIKE YOURSELF
I mean this with all the love I contain how do u keep getting such bad anons and not realize they're being rude? /gen
is it a ploy to get them to go away or something?
I just don't generally assume people are going to be mean to me tbh
I joke but that's the truth. It doesn't typically come first to my mind that someone might be being rude on purpose for no reason. I'm not naive or anything, I just don't want to waste energy decoding possible passive aggression in everything.
If someone wants to tell me to take a long walk off a short pier they should say so, no need to be a coward about it.
Following that last anon, please don't worry about your pace here dear friend. Life is busy And I hope you never feel rushed here. Your service is appreciated always and thank you for making this community a little brighter ❤️❤️❤️
🥺 tyyyy I have definitely been pacing myself a little more lately.
I think the anon just meant I fell of the grind tho lol, so I'm not feeling rushed or anything I know you guys got me ❤️
HIIII BACK AGAIN ^_^ could I request a letter from my dear girlfriend Laura Kinney/Wolverine/X-23 :3? THANK YOU SO MUCHHH i loved my last one a lot it means a lot to me
**Love letters are our business here at the post office, from the sickly sweet to the hesitant we deal with them all. Even if the sender is slightly...intimidating when met. Like father like daughter! But no cranky mutant is a match for the Posthound's affable face, and with a happy trot and a "WOOOF!!" he announces your delivery!**
Hey you,
I’m not usually the “write a heartfelt letter” type. Talking about feelings isn’t exactly my strongest skill. You know me, I'm a lot like my old man in that way..Not good with… words. But you matter too much for me to just stay quiet.
So here I am. Trying.
You know most of my story already. The labs, the training, being turned into something people could point at a target and say go. For a long time I figured that was all I was ever going to be. A weapon that just happened to look like a person.
Then you showed up and ruined that idea.
You treated me like I was normal. Like I was Laura first and everything else second. No fear, no walking on eggshells, no acting like I was some fragile thing that might snap. You just… accepted me. Claws, temper, weird habits, all of it.
Still not sure how you pulled that off, but I’m glad you did.
The thing is, life around me is usually messy. Fights, missions, people trying to kill me—pretty standard stuff. But somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, there’s always this one thought sitting in the back of my head: I’ve got someone waiting for me.
You.
And yeah, I know I don’t always say how much that means. I’m working on it. Slowly. But it matters more than you probably realize.
You make things feel…. Safer. Like maybe I don’t have to be on guard every second. That’s not something I’ve had much of before.
And the fact that you’ve seen the worst sides of me and still stuck around? That’s not something I take lightly. Trust me.
So if I’m ever away longer than expected, or if things get rough and I go a little quiet, just remember something: it’s not because I’m pulling away. It’s because I’m making sure I get back to you in one piece.
Because honestly?
Out of everything I’ve fought for in my life, you’re the one thing I’d choose every single time.
Sorry if this is a little odd, but! I'm a Rose Tyler fictive from Doctor Who! (we have DID yay) Could I get a romantic letter from The Doctor? (The 10th, particularly!) I miss him a lot and I'd like to be reassured that he still thinks of me even though I can no longer be at his side on his travels. Please and thank you so much! 🌹
**Traveling the cosmos is hard work for sure. There's plenty to see, to discover, and to miss when the time and distance separates us from the people we love. But even so, with all that the things that keep us tethered are a lot stronger than we give them credit for. The posthound arrives with letter in mouth, seemingly not too bothered by the space-faring, and with a happy "WOOF!!" he announces your delivery!**
Rose,
Right then. Bit strange, this—me writing a letter. Usually I just turn up in the TARDIS, grin a lot, say something clever, and off we go. Much better system, if you ask me.
But the universe had other plans, didn’t it?
There are galaxies out there I’ve seen a thousand times, stars that burn brighter than anything on Earth… and somehow they all feel a little dull without you standing next to me, asking questions and laughing at the bits I pretend were intentional. You had a way of making the whole of time and space feel new again.
Funny thing, that. I’ve been around for centuries and then along comes a girl from the Powell Estate who manages to surprise me every single day.
I know things are different now. Different worlds, different skies. No more chips on a council estate at three in the morning after saving the planet. No more you rolling your eyes when I start explaining something “very simple” that turns into a twenty-minute lecture about the fabric of the cosmos.
I miss that.
I miss you.
But here’s the important bit, Rose Tyler—listen carefully, yeah? Just because we can’t travel together anymore doesn’t mean what we had disappears. Time Lords know a thing or two about time, and trust me on this: some moments stretch further than entire lifetimes.
You standing in the TARDIS doorway that first day.
You grabbing my hand right when I always needed you to.
You looking out at the stars like you belonged there.
Those moments? They’re part of me now. Fixed points in my hearts.
And you changed me, Rose. Properly changed me. You made me better than I was before I met you. Braver, kinder… sometimes even a bit less lonely. That’s not something that fades just because the universe decided to put a wall between us.
So wherever you are when you read this—whether you’re looking up at the night sky or just walking down an ordinary street on an ordinary day—remember something for me.
You were brilliant.
Absolutely brilliant.
And you still are.
I’ll always miss you. Always care about you. Always wonder what adventure we would’ve found next if the TARDIS doors had opened for us one more time.
But most of all… I’ll always love you, Rose Tyler.
hello hello!!! I was wondering if I could get a letter from my f/o wally darling wishing me luck in moving away from a bad situation? if possible could it be written like I'm moving into The Neighborhood/Home (the name of the neighborhood)
he's a little puppet guy who's sweet but a bit confused and doesn't understand many things (most likely due to being autistic (me too king it's okay)) but is always encouraging and observant. he speaks kinda plainly and very monotone and I love him very much <3
**Moving on, whether figuratively or literally is never an easy journey to set out on. If Chief could talk, he'd offer some very doggy advice that would boil down to "Keep your nose up! Nothing can break your stride, as long as you get there in the end!" But since he can't talk, we hope this rough translation will suffice. Regardless, without the hassle of change of address paperwork, he arrives and with a happy "WOOOF!!" announces your delivery!**
Hello, neighbor.
I heard you’re preparing to move. That’s a very big step. Sometimes leaving a place—especially one that hasn’t been very kind—can feel quiet and heavy at the same time. But moving somewhere new can also mean things are about to become gentler.
I think that’s a good thing.
When you arrive here, the Neighborhood will be waiting for you. The streets are calm, the houses are patient, and Home is always ready to welcome someone who needs somewhere safe to stay. It’s very good at that. Home likes when people come inside and feel comfortable.
I imagine you might feel a little uncertain when you first arrive. That’s alright. You can take your time. Everyone does, at first.
The other neighbors will be around too. Julie will probably want to greet you right away, and Frank might want to explain how everything works. Sally will be excited, and Eddie will make sure things get where they’re supposed to go. They’re all very fond of new neighbors.
And I think… I will be very glad you’re here.
You’ve already done something very brave by deciding to leave a place that hurt you. Not everyone is able to do that. But you did. That means you’re already moving toward something better.
When you step into the Neighborhood, you won’t have to carry everything alone anymore. Neighbors help each other. That’s just how it works here.
So when you arrive, you can come say hello. Or you can sit for a while and rest. Either way is fine.
I’ll still be happy to see you.
I hope your journey here goes smoothly, neighbor. I’m looking forward to meeting you.
