fadedprophet

[fadedprophet]

#FADEDPROPHET

independent & selective. canon divergent. supernatural’s chuck shurley, brought to life by melli (she/her, 30) since 2013. crossovers & aus are welcome. ims open to all. mature content tagged #nsfw at all times. a/b/o will be tagged #omegaverse. i am slow, but i love u all so come to me & let me love u.

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FEB. 16TH 2023 - semi hiatus due to me admining the new haven rpg and having a blast. :3

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What is going on with cutting posts?

You may have seen some posts floating around lately about the beta editor and trimming reblogs, and possibly found yourself extremely confused trying to figure out what this tangled web of editors, extensions, and add-ons even means. I’ve been on this site for years, and I still find the whole thing terribly confusing.

So this post is my effort to explain everything – legacy vs beta, New XKit vs XKit Rewritten, editable reblogs vs trim reblogs – everything. This also doubles as a tutorial for the various methods of cutting posts.

TL;DR

Tumblr is in the process of switching to a new post editor that some old users have opted into, while new users have been forced into it.

The old Editable Reblogs extension does not work with this new editor, requiring people to use a new extension called Trim Reblogs.

Trim Reblogs and Editable Reblogs are not compatible. If your partner uses Editable Reblogs, you cannot cut their posts properly using Trim Reblogs (unless you’re willing to do some tedious and frankly unreasonable workarounds).

The only way for everyone in the RPC to cut their posts properly and efficiently is if everyone moves to the new system and uses Trim Reblogs. Clinging to the old system with Editable Reblogs is actively creating issues for the people using the new system – some of whom do not have a choice.

Weiterlesen

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endverse, yes pls 

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“uhhhh.” clearly intimidated, the prophet eyed the other carefully. “he didn’t say.” chuck didn’t ask, he was just glad to be left alone for as long as he did. “h-he doesn’t tell me anything, okay?” chuck wasn’t the driver anymore, he was a passenger, at best. in the trunk. 

@fadedprophet started following.

Michael frowned as he looked over the prophet. “Where is my father?” he asks his voice indicating he was in no mood to play games.

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he’s fidgeting, his palms sweaty & his heart racing - but he’s here & this is his chance to talk about ..everything. he can’t talk to anybody, he has no friends, no family, he’s got nothing & nobody. he shakes the man’s hand & sits. “yeah, hi. that’s me.” he’s so nervous, damnit. “thanks for seeing me. it’s uh, i’m ... i guess i’m struggling with a lot. have been, f-for long.” even before god. “d-do you know who.. what i am?”

@fadedprophet started following.

Dr. Crowe smiles as he looks over his latest patient. "Hi, I'm Dr. Crowe, you must be Chuck, I'm glad to finally meet you" he says offering his hand "Have a seat, why don't we start by you telling me what brought you in"

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//so my mom’s friend heard our story about the cats and decided to get them behind our back. she just called like: you owe me money, downstairs. — She found the lady by the pics we sent. Mom is not doing 100% well with new cats and feels kinda guilty cause she’s somewhat replacing our bbies (which is not ever gonna happen bc our bbies were the bestest) but those bbies are soft and deserve to be loved. they kinda refuse wer food currently which is a problem but i’m hoping it’ll work itself out once they settle.

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goodsoldierandnothingelse​:

alwaysaweapon​:

Sitting in the library, pouring over endless tomes, Sam was enjoying the silence. Well, relative silence, because outside the bunker a storm raged as if the earth itself was letting them know how unhappy it was that they had barely saved it– again. The smell of food wafting from the kitchen let him know that Dean had decided that, despite the hour, it was time to make a burger. Basically, all was normal– for them, at least.

The clang that filled the silence clearly came from the door. He was on his feet instantly, brow furrowed. Then came the voice– Chuck? He looked to where Dean entered, also looking perplexed and on guard. He gave a nod of understanding as his brother motioned him ahead. One hand moved to where his gun was nestled at the small of his back, while he walked toward where they were being called to.

   It was late, yeah, but his stomach growled persistently while he had been in his room tidying up, so after he finished that task (or at least, got to the point where he thought, ‘Good enough’), he walked himself to the kitchen and began frying up a meat patty. He wasn’t sure if anyone else was awake, but with a storm raging outside, he didn’t know how they could be. But just as he was almost through with his food, making the burger just to his liking, his intention to offer up his cooking to the rest of the bunker was halted by a hard bonk and some muffled shouts from what had to at the front door.   

Licking the bit of ketchup that had come off when removing the lid of the bottle, Dean then wiped his finger on his jeans to dry it as he swiftly moved out of the kitchen and into the map room. Sam had beat him there, obviously having heard the commotion himself, and silently communicated with his brother on their game plan. It was always a little disheartening when they had to go on alert when inside their home, but that was the price they paid from being hunters and someone unexpected showed up at their doorstep.

   Flanking Sam up the stairs, Dean also readied his gun, thumbing the safety off just in case.

the wait was pure torture, a thousand thoughts crossed the writer’s mind - where they on a hunt? where they ignoring him? where they refusing to acknowledge his existence? but they seemed to like ...him, right? the other him, the big man, well - at least somewhat. he was god after all. who hated god, right? he had chuck’s mannerisms down to a t, so the border between god & human was .. faint. 

they were taking oh so long, the bittersweet conflict raging on within the prophet was mind-numbing & the worst was that he could do nothing but wait. pale arm extract from where it had wound around a trembling torso. fingers bent & formed a fist to knock against that door again. “come on, guys. please.” they .. they’d remember him, wouldn’t they? if he explained? “i-i can’t get in..” he leaned against the door, his forehead pressed against the cold metal & his eyes shut. he was not dressed for this game. 

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brand spanking new starter call! y’all know the drill, hit the heart for a thing (or me coming to you to plot)!

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//muse is over the fricken moon today lol. i’m clearing up the blog, replacing old banners and re-writing wishlist things. i need to do a proper timeline for my chuck, too. when is he around, when is god etc. and i gotta write up that headcanon i did on all my other blogs to get back into writing. i should be on crowley lol, but chuck is so loud. XD

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asylum AU

(set in spn verse)

Chuck didn’t die. Instead, he was taken in by demons, tortured for months, years even and when he was let go because —hey he really doesn’t know anything— he’s on his own. He’s paranoid, still healing and his mind is shattered into tiny little pieces.

He’s the guy in the back of the store, talking about demons with black eyes coming to get people and how God forgot about all of them and some day, someone called him in and he ended up in a cell in the closest asylum. He doesn’t leave his room, he’s rambling and rocking back and forth all day.

Every flicker of light, every hush of wind, everything scares him, but rooms are shared when the patients aren’t violent...

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plots i would like to do

“you’re my counselor at rehab and I think i fell in love with you” AU

we know chuck has an alcohol problem, it keeps the headaches and nightmares at bay, but there’s a breaking point for everybody & chuck has reached his. he signs up for a program & ends up falling for his counselor because of course he falls for someone he shouldn’t. 

“My cat ran away, did you see him?” AU

chuck’s only friend & family in the world didn’t come home in a few days & he’s going around the neighborhood trying to find his cat - find out if anybody saw it around the neighborhood. maybe it got hurt & someone took it in? maybe it got lost? insert a very fiddly, nervous writer going from door to door..

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//i used to have icons for every movie and show rob starred in... i forgot i didnt redo them when i changed icon styles.. my icon folder is sadge. 

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@alwaysaweapon liked x for a starter!

a week after the world almost ended, again - a big storm hit lebanon. winds howled in the night & rain poured down mercilessly on the pavement. the splashing sound that erupted from bare feet that formed their way through endless puddles on the sidewalk. the prophet almost slipped on the stairs & managed to hit his head on the door. well, he didn’t have to knock anymore. 

chuck had nowhere else to go, no way to turn. clad only in a shirt & jeans, the prophet was drenched, cold & desperate. “guys..” they had to be home, why else would he have been left to fend for himself in lebanon - out of all the places he possibly could’ve been abandoned in? “? it’s chuck. not that chuck. i-i mean, yes, that chuck. i uh, i could use a little help.”  

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❝ There’s a monster at the END of this book. It’s the BLANK page where the STORY ends and you’re left ALONE with yourself and your thoughts.❞

                                 indie prophet chuck shurley, written by melli

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brand spanking new starter call! y’all know the drill, hit the heart for a thing (or me coming to you to plot)!

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ok so, fresh start over here. every thread is dropped, let’s start anew. <3 hi, i’m melli and i love a nervous wreck of a prophet/writer.