#postman

[herpsandbirds]

Red Postman Butterfly (Heliconius melpomene), family Nymphalidae, Colombia

Poisonous.

photograph by Luis Miguel Constantino Chuaire

[la-sera]

Links VS Mr.Postman

I made this comic because of the idea: who is the fastest runner between Mr. Postman versus Link who wears Pegasus boots versus Wolfie. Maybe I'm still wrong because I haven't played all the Zelda games and don't know all the equipment from the original game.

Also, I don't know how to bet or the rules. I added a bet just to make The Chain lose their money.😄

I think he understands various Hylian languages. And he know where you are even if you don't stay in your house. Don't underestimate the postman.

[henk-heijmans]

Postman in winter, 1969 - by Karel Otto Hrubý (1916 - 1998), Czech

[lereadinggrinch]

Part 4! I can't stop making these help

[limited-hero]

A little fun challenge, where we draw our Warriors in the postman outfit! Warriors belongs to @@houseofheroesau, @linked-maze, @soft-enby-uwu and @ryssbelle

[aurorepeuffier]

Small postman on his way for his first day of work. But he's very shy

[chuuyasfanboy]

I am brainrotting SO HARD FOR MURDER ON NORD EXPRESS ANDREW!!!

I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE GAME YET. BUT IF HE IS SOOOOOO EVIL, WHY IS HE SOOOOOO HOT?

look at me and TELL ME you wouldn't let him do anything even if that includes his less than savory fantasies of murder. Guys I know i havent finished the game but the shit he says to Victor is WIIIILD

But its okay, he gets to be crazy, he has pretty privilege.

I should write like a full Nord Express x reader fic because I adore basically everybody in that game-

[leovincible]

Eldritch Postal Man concept art idea.

[rabosa-al-forn]

Fennec postman! 🛵📬

[accecakes]

I’M MAKING SOMETHING!!

May or may not be Eddie stickers for a giveaway 👀

[vultur3-cultur3]

i hc that andrew struggles with reading due to bad eyesight :3

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A mail carrier sorting the mail, 1942.

Photo: Albert Fenn via the LoC

[vintagepromotions]

'Post your letters before noon for first delivery next morning in England and Wales'

General Post Office poster (c. 1940). Artwork and design by Jan Le Witt and George Him.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

"i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." for Victor

Destroy this boy with a flirty letter ;)

Picking up postman and squeezing him like a squeaky toy lol

Rated: Mature | Warning: none

Rarely does anyone send letters between each other, a few times a letter is sent from a hunter to a survivor but none send a letter among the same faction. Postman, Victor, apprentices you using the pen and paper to communicate with him. When you first met him, he would shy away from you, energetic as Luca, he barely could keep up. Then one day you started using your hands to make strange gestures.

“Helena taught me sign language so I can talk to you!” The joy on your face as you thought you created a bridge between him and yourself. You did but not the way you thought. Victor is mute, selectively mute, and he prefers the words on paper rather than verbal words.

The first letter you sent was mostly rambling about the day as you did not see that whole day due to matches and the occasional break to recuperate before once again going to a match.

The second letter asks him questions. Colors, food, a season, anything you could think of that is not invasive. Victor answers them while slipping in a few details you did not ask about him in order to seem more open. You matched it as you spoke about things before you came to the manor.

Then the letters between you both became a common way for you two to communicate until Victor, in his room with you, spoke softly. A small ‘thank you’ had you in tears of joy as he trusted you. Few can claim that— Literally three people outside of yourself.

And as the bond between you both grew so did feelings that started being expressed in the letters. His words are gentle, dancing around cautiously; while yours are to the point and announce your interest.

As someone from a time ahead of his, Victor felt it made things easier.

What is not easy is how you flirt so casually without shame or fear, people of your time move fast compared to his time.

The letter in his hand is held in a furious grip before closing it and facing it down; his face is red as he cannot move his eyes up to look at you across the dining table. Your foot rubs his calf, nearly making him jump.

A simple few words have his mind scrambling: I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you should know. Love, (Name).

You smile at him, your fork playing with your food. Luca is beside you talking to Andrew and Aesop, all of them distracted while you are playing footsies under the table with Victor.

“Are you okay, V?” The nickname you gave him, “You feeling sick?” How can you see that while your foot is rubbing his crotch through his pants!? He should close his legs but… That look in your eyes is drawing him in.

“Your face looks flush,” Comments Andrew, “Maybe you should rest.” It makes sense given Victor has been in back-to-back duo matches recently. Those are a headache.

“Good idea!” Luca chimes in, “(Name), can you take him?”

“Of course.” Smiling as you get up from your seat, “You guys take care.” You place a small kiss on Lucas's cheek and Victor is standing up grateful for his uniform covering his lower half. The Postman waves goodbye before you tug him away out of the dining room.

Aesop watches the two leave before looking at Luca who is smiling too much, “You know something.”

“Maybe.” He does and completely changes the subject.

Victor pins you against his door with his hands on your shoulders, his eyes on you as his brows are knit together, “Are you really?” Low but you hear it.

“Yes, I'm not lying.”

The Postman should have known since you are wearing a skirt, yes, a skirt. You hate skirts! You complain about them especially when in a match. Yet, here you are in a long skirt in his room… Without underwear.

“Show me.” An edge to his sweet voice, his eyes and head tilting down.

You grin, “Okay.” Grabbing the middle of the skirt and lifting until you hear that gasp of surprise and cool air on your exposed lower regions. “Victor?”

He swallows loudly, “Can I?” His one hand off your shoulder, “May I?”

“Of course, this is for you.”

You might have underestimated Victor. You expected to be the one guiding and in control, dominant but gentle. No, Victor took over with his mouth on yours, a leg between your legs, and his hand that has your hands gripping the back of his uniform. His mouth never leaves yours, the sharp intake of air only when you both are dizzy, and you are the one making the most noise.

There are sweet whispers between kisses, those three words that have you begging him to touch you more.

Both of you barely get to the bed, fumbling a bit to strip, tripping and falling on one another but luckily on the bed.

[etsukiharu]

Copycat Victor

Playing this game mode while wearing demon vic skin is very in role :3c