#duck mail

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Duck envelope

Letter from a friend with sticker enclosed. Gorgeous handwriting. I sent something in yellow? A short, stream-of-memory note about a clown a

Letter from a friend with sticker enclosed. Gorgeous handwriting.

I sent something in yellow?

A short, stream-of-memory note about a clown and cheating bullies out of their lunch money via poker in high school.

[delightfully-daisy]

So Last Season || Duck Mail

Daisy trusted only one person in this whole town to help her pack her things, and that was obviously Hermes Petros. Now it was not just that she was packing, of course. She had to get rid of everything that was out of season, everything that said university student and not Junior Correspondent at Vogue (at VOGUE!!!!!), and everything that just didn’t scream Daisy anymore.

And obviously, there was no better consultant for this task than Hermes.

She had most of her dresses laid out on the king-sized bed in one of the spare rooms of her grandparents house and the rest were on racks scattered throughout the room.

Daisy tapped on the side of her chin, then turned to her confidant.

“I need to get rid of some of these blazers,” she said. “And obviously that one…” She tilted her head to a baby-pink one. “Isn’t up to par. But is there anything else that just doesn’t fit? I’m planning on revamping my whole blazer wardrobe – hmm, so I guess the real question is: are there any worth salvaging?”

@hermes-comingthru

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Sipping on Wine and Spilling the Tea || Duck Mail

Life had been rough for his bestie, the one and only Daisy Canard, lately and his had been just downright boring af. So what did they need? Wine night. 

They were over at Hermes’ flat, sipping on the bottles he’d bought for just an occasion (and maybe a few were paid for by a sugar daddy, but he had no shame in it).  

“Okay, but seriously have you even heard her new song? It’s so bad that it’s good and catchy as fuck.” Okay, so maybe they were already a little bit drunk and quite a few glasses in but don’t hate, you’d be in the same situation. Plus Hermes knew he’d get all the dirt from his tipsy bestie.

Hermes clicked on the song in question on his phone and immediately it came blaring through the bluetooth speakers in the living room. 

I don't like your little games Don't like your tilted stage The role you made me play Of the fool, no, I don't like you

Hermes, of course, couldn’t control himself and started lip syncing at Daisy and dancing around his kitchen. Would the night really be complete without TSwift?

@delightfully-daisy

[delightfully-daisy]

Woops || Duck Mail Texts

Daisy: Have you got some advil because apparently i ran out and my head is pounding like a jackhammer

[fergusfowl]

Our First Duck Mail!

I have been meaning to get this shared! We received some DUCK MAIL last week and I wanted to share an unboxing video!You have seen me share a couple of these ducks already since receiving them, but here is the full unboxing (sped up)!I love all of the new members of our flock! -Fergus Fowl

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[delightfully-daisy]

"Value Me" Duck Mail

“Oh, Hermes,” Daisy sighed and threw down her bags as shereturned home after nearly a month. “Thank you, so, so, so much for doing this.”She was a little worn from travel; after all the drive was nearly ten hours andthough she did enjoy driving, it did always leave her a little windswept and alittle unspun and a little messy.

She stood on tiptoe though and smacked a kiss on Hermes’scheek.

“You’re one of my dearest friends, mon Cherie,” she said, her voice a little sleepy, but she squeezedthe slide of his arm. “And I will take you out for a fabulous night this week, I promise.”

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered || Duck Mail

It was his last package of the day and honey, was he glad the Christmas season was over. It was great for business sure, but it was just package after package after package to be delivered and forget it if you got someone their Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever package late. The most unforgivable sin imaginable. And it wasn’t even his fault, he was literally, just the messenger.

All he knew was that his biceps, abs, ass and calves were probably looking hella fine from the amount of flying he’d had to do. It wasn’t easy. People just thought you could fly with no amount of athleticism at all, but really keeping yourself upright (especially when carying some heavy loads) was no easy feat. 

Box tucked under his arm, the perfectly altered uniformed mail carrier, sped down to the last building, glancing over the address once more to make sure he got the right apartment. Daisy Canard. That name sounded familiar. He’d definitely heard it around town. Then again, he could hear just about every name around down. This town just loved to spill the tea. Bask in it. Drink it all up and then spit it out in the faces of others. 

Pulling the box from under his arm he inspected it, making sure it didn’t look damaged or crumpled or anything. There were certainly a million different French postage marks on it. He wondered what had happened there, but then again it really wasn’t any of his business. He just delivered the mail. 

He ran a hand through his hair, making sure it wasn’t mussed too terribly from the wind that had been blowing through it on his way over. Would be just a damn fucking shame if that was going to be his first impression. He didn’t want people knowing he was a messy bitch until at least the third impression. That way they’d already been poisoned by his charm and slowly it’d take over, making them love him despite his very, very few faults.

Rapping his knuckles on the door, Hermes sighed out, wondering if maybe the person wouldn’t be home and then he’d just leave the package there and be off to his night of wine and relaxation in front of some sort of garbage drama filled tv problem about housewives.