[A small mailbox, beaten and covered in mud, stands by the side of an old patch of woods. Wind howls through the trees as you approach it. There's a note attached to the front.

"SEND TO YOUR BELOVEDS HERE."

...seems a little sketchy, but the wind seemed to think the opposite...]

Hello! Welcome to the woods. I promise, I don't bite. My name's Clover, and I run things in this little post office. This is a selfship letter blog, inspired by both @happyhounddeliveries and @pigeonpostoffice. I thought this would help me write a little bit more- and give the horror babes a little place to call their own. Of course, I take any requests. :)

If you'd like to see other insanity from me, my main blog is @uriayx. My selfship specific blog, where I talk about Steven from Strangled Red, is @choking-hazarddd.

Below are some ground rules. Have fun. :)

Since we're here in the woods, could I perhaps get a letter from my dad, Slenderman? My insert's name is Simon who he took from a neglectful home as a child and raised as his own into adulthood.

If its not too corny to ask on a horror letter blog lmao.

[Fitting. A mailbox, right in its woods. How convenient, to send to an underling it didn't entirely mind. The wind howls through false trees as the letter lands before @sketchy-tour, sealed neatly with sap.]

Simon.

Simon, Simon, Simon.

I like that name, Simon. It's a good name. I haven't seen lots of good names, for those under my belt. I think yours is good. You.

You. Are good.

I am not going to pretend like I fully understand...humans. I have raised you for quite some time, Simon, and I still have yet to fully understand how you work. What I do understand, however, is that your mind is in danger. Not from me, but from those...things, that you called your..."parents."

I could hardly call them that, quite frankly with you; I have seen many things, but a parent refusing to pay attention to a vulnerable child feels cruel. Even for me.

I hope that my care for you is...adequate. Is that the word I am looking for? Yes, yes, I believe it is- adequate. You have given me... a chance to connect back with myself, with what I want to be. Of course, I still retain my very certain stature, but you have given me something outside of that.

Something to care for. Something to teach me sympathy, where others have ran. I...appreciate that, Simon. I appreciate it a great deal. You are not afraid of me, and it is truly and unconditionally admirable.

What do you call a more male-leaning parent? Is that what I should sign this off as? Is it a father? Dad? I am unsure. But I know I love you, Simon. You have taught me how to care.

-Father.

might i get a letter from my darling cosmo?? pretty please with a cherry on top? thank you pookieeeee

[Thank goodness for Dyle- honestly, there'd be no other way to get a post office running in Gardenview. Especially one that's in conjunction with the one in the woods. The letter that landed on @adhd-brain-slushie's desk was sealed neatly with a little candy shaped brown wax. Unfortunately, a bit of black grime got on the corner of the paper...oops.]

Dear Casey,

Hi! Dyle set up this mail service, so you were the first person that I wanted to send something too! No use sending something to Sprout, he's sitting next to me while I write this...

Anyway. I love you! I know I tell you that all the time, but it's kind of the only way I really know how to express it. I guess it's easier when you're writing, so how much detail can I really go into?

I love you more than I love my own cooking- or Sprout's. I love you more than helping others, and I think that being able to be with you allows for more helping than either of us realize. You're kind, and sweet, and all the things that a good partner should be- or a good pastry, honestly.

In all seriousness, I really do love you, Casey. It's really weird how much love I can fit for both you and Sprout, but hey, I manage!

When we get out of this whole mess, I want to be able to hold you again. As tight as I wanna, and for as long as I wanna. I don't want to be stuck in the museum anymore- neither does Sprout. We both want to be with you- out there, in the world! Imagine how many cookies we could make together!

Well, I love you. I love you so much, and I can't wait to get out of here so I can spend some real time with you. I'm sorry that this is shorter, there's a run about to start. Gotta go! Love you!

XOXO, Cosmo Pasterie

There's an official wiki about his information, although I also headcanon him to be sorta like WBC from "Cells at work" and Tatsu to his wife Miku from the anime "The way of the househusband". He also loves puns. Our relationship trope sunshine(me) x sunshine protector(him),

I hope u have a nice day/night!! ^^

[Purification is hard to come by in the woods. It's grimy, it's horrid- something that a person so determined to purify everything in sight would on a typical basis avoid like the plague. It seems he managed to brave it enough to write a letter, with no seal and no return address that landed on @t40o's doorstep. The only sign of humanity on it was a baseball sticker in the corner.]

Tao,

I either need sleep or rehab, because I didn't think I'd find myself writing a stupid letter to you. But here we are, pen in hand.

I love you. I don't want to repeat that, over and over. That's stupid. But I think you need to hear it. Maybe I need to just see myself write it, and it'll feel more real to me. I mean, it is real to me, just...it doesn't feel like it.

Maybe I...just have problems, wondering what's real. Wondering what I've done, what I imagined.

I know you're real, though. I don't think I'm creative enough to imagine something as bright as you.

You light me up in a way that I've never felt before. It just...I can't even describe it. It's just so visceral, so real. It gives me meaning. More meaning than any mission could.

...I'm not...great with words. I don't think I need to overexplain my love for you, how much it means to me. The light that you've given me. It'd just be...redundant. Boring. I'd prefer if I could come to you myself and give you something more physical- since, that's more my style- but unfortunately, you can't do that through ink. Unless you're, like, some ink demon, or something.

But I love you. I love you a lot. And I hope you love me too. You love...very frequently, so I don't doubt that you do. But just in case.

-The Batter.

- @octolepus

[Another letter...this time addressed sweeter. It lay on the edge of the woods, with @octolepus's name scribbled on the back. It probably got some poor emo kid to write that for it; it's difficult to write with such gangly fingers. It was sealed with the same sticky sap.]

Shayne.

I am having Toby write this. I was unable to figure out how to hold this pencil correctly. I apologize if it is illegible.

You are a wonderful experience, Shayne. I never thought I would have the pleasure of saying that to somebody- or something- but I do. It is an offputting experience, but one I would not trade.

I, despite my inhuman nature, refuse to allow this to stop me from loving you. I believe it should not stop yourself from loving you, through your gangly and strange appearance. If it does not stop me, why should it stop you? Simply, that does not make any sense whatsoever.

It is...strange, being able to say "I love you" with a heart that I did not know I had. Purely, I thought I was a being of despair- as I was born to be. But you have proved me wrong, time and time and time again, Shayne.

You have taught me to love. You have taught me to hate. You have taught me to cry, through eyes I do not have, and you have taught me to laugh. You have taught me so much that I would have never thought possible.

From a heart that begun false, and became true, I love you.

-The Faceless One. (and Toby :P)

thank you!

— @diobrandoshusband

[Honor is a hard word to describe. It may mean flattery, it may mean pride- for some, it's the guts to stick to what you know. Going into the mailbox-scattered woods is not something anybody knows, but it was braved anyway to get a letter taped to @diobrandoshusband's bedroom door. It was sealed with silver wax that was messy around the edges, but clearly was attempted to be cleaned up.]

Dear My Maquico,

It is an honor to be able to speak with you. I know I may come off as arrogant, but truly, there is nothing sweeter than being in your presence.

Your name, your very face, the way you speak and laugh, it just...it fills me with such an intense purpose, one that I just can't ignore. It transcends beyond my ego, beyond my honor, to something I can't quite place. Love, is the right word, but it just doesn't fit.

It's beyond love, it's like...a need, to melt together with you and become one. You don't deserve anything less.

...reading that back, I believe that was a little too intense. I apologize, I'll tone it down.

Really, though, you're simply stunning. You're handsome, you're kind, you're sweet- there just isn't enough words in the dictionary to profess my love for you. But a letter is really the only way I can do it; it's the only way I can bear to do it, without becoming completely starstruck.

My Maquico, I just adore you, so much. Thank you, for allowing me to be in your presence, to show you my love. It is the greatest reward from Heaven that I could ever bear to hope for.

I hope that you continue to live as well as you have- and that we may share that love with each other as much as possible.

Sincerely, Polnareff~

[Not looking outside is a must- that's why the letter slides under your door instead of the window. However it got to the woods in the first place is a mystery, but it doesn't really matter to @donoteatthesand. It's there anyway, and that's enough, right?]

Liz,

Hey, Liz. Do you say it twice in these? Hrrrrg, it'd be easier to just send a text message, but we got no service anymore.

Who do you think you are, going in your little hole of an apartment without me? C'mon now, we gotta stick together in this apocalypse.

I know what you'll say. Ohhh, blah blah blah, I'm not interested, I'm a loser, whatever. I don't care, OK? I really, really don't care! I'm tired of pretending like I have cared this entire time!

I love you, and I've never loved anything more! I think you're funny and witty and the coolest person I've ever met! Your interests, your style, your intelligence, your face- it's all so perfect to me, why can't you see that? I know I'm not exactly better, in terms of self deprecating shit, but c'mon now! You gotta be fucking stupid not to see yourself the way I see you.

I think the way your voice is when you pout or rant is better than any promise some alien could give me. You're- everything, Liz, you really are. I'm not good with words when they're written down, and I really wish I could've told you this in person. But I just had to get it out.

Thank you for being nerdy. I love you more than life itself.

Love and Digital Kisses, Dan

PS: I don't mind if there's a bit of blood or grime on the letter… I'm used to it by now :p

[A vampire, sending letters...back to something a little old fashioned. Quite charming. Thankfully, @boundbyfangs doesn't have to worry too much about blood or grime; time had clearly been taken to make sure it was clean. For the most part. The letter was sealed with red wax as it fell from a nearby stone wall, the wind gently blowing away.]

My Darling Kitra,

How long since I've felt a love as sweet as yours?

I've spent so long convincing myself that I don't need anybody, and yet here you are. Attached to my hip, as I am attached to yours. I didn't think I would ever get so obsessed with a human girl, especially one that never fell for my thrall in the beginning.

You know that I'm not one to drone on and on and on about things that aren't important. Like how much I care, how much I love. I'm simply not that type. Frankly, sometimes, you make me want to be that type; I fear it's the only way that I'm able to truly express myself to you, in a way that'll get through that thick little skull of yours.

Maybe I...don't have to. You know I love you, I've shown it in multiple ways than one. But it's just not enough- I must show you how much I love you, how viscerally I care, however strange it seems to me.

You're aware I'm a vampire. You're aware, perfectly aware, but you treat me like one of your little human friends. Normally, I'd find that insulting- instead, I find it...flattering, almost. You do very strange things to me like that, Kit. It's a heaven I'd never dream of.

Thank you for being yourself. You're lovely, Kirta, never forget that. I love you more than all my life of living. And I've lived a very, very long life.

From, Damon <3