I write more than fiction

Hi...You've probably heard of me. I'm Chuck Shurley, I write the novels called "Supernatural". Uh, I know a lot of you have questions, I'll answer them the best I can. And the hate mail. So uh, feel free to just leave me a message... You probably know me best as your Lord and Savior [Independent Supernatural Blog for God!Chuck. Role playin' with everyone!]

[goddidntquitemarry]

the kids A R E N ‘ T all right

[goddidntquitemarry]

Dual Promo for Independent Chuck Shurley/God and Asherah Queen of Heaven

8+ years of roleplay experience [ Tumblr. Twitter. Fourms ]

Mun is 21+

Tracks; goddidntquitemarry and thereisnochuck

Knowledge of a variety of fandoms

Mun only knows Seasons 1 - 9

Yes I play both blogs, they’re mom and dad.

OC, AU & All Fandom Friendly

MULTIPLE timelines

Always open to plot and talk over plots

Blog maycontain NSFW and gore, but will be under read more and/or tagged if there is

Multi-para, gif para, gif/icon chats, script styles of roleplaying

Favors icons in her posts

Side Blog to roleplayveteran.

Friendly Mun!

Mode of Contact; Ask/Fanmail

—- Asherah —- Rules — God  —-

[goddidntquitemarry]

the kids A R E N ‘ T all right

[goddidntquitemarry]

Dual Promo for Independent Chuck Shurley/God and Asherah Queen of Heaven

8+ years of roleplay experience [ Tumblr. Twitter. Fourms ]

Mun is 21+

Tracks; goddidntquitemarry and thereisnochuck

Knowledge of a variety of fandoms

Mun only knows Seasons 1 - 9

Yes I play both blogs, they’re mom and dad.

OC, AU & All Fandom Friendly

MULTIPLE timelines

Always open to plot and talk over plots

Blog maycontain NSFW and gore, but will be under read more and/or tagged if there is

Multi-para, gif para, gif/icon chats, script styles of roleplaying

Favors icons in her posts

Side Blog to roleplayveteran.

Friendly Mun!

Mode of Contact; Ask/Fanmail

—- Asherah —- Rules — God  —-

[polarbears-are-lefthanded]

He is literally my favorite person.

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Relationship advice

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"Easy, my child." he smiled, despite her rush in anger. "Ah but you have, every person you meet is a relationship." he gestured, "It doesn’t need to be romantic to give advice for it. How to handle a wife can be as easy as handling a best friend. In this case…my wife is my best friend.”

[faceyourfearsalice]

"Hm? So all the low-lives who have tried to kill me, turn me into a whore, or send me into insanity is what you call relationships? I have never had a friend nor will I ever will." She muttered through clenched teeth. 

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"I never said all relationships were good, dear Alice." he answered her, turning to look at her. "And never say never." he reached out and bopped her on the nose. "Didn't the old Wonderland teach you that nothing is impossible?"

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Asherah... [he takes a step back] I'll leave you alone. I just want you to know I'm sorry.

….

Wait…

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

[He turns round] As you wish...

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"There were a lot of things wrong…" he put his drink down. "Right, not that we’re on speaking terms, but I’ll keep it in mind in case a blue moon rises."

[angelanddear-archive-deactivate]

"Yes. There were." Crowley leaves it at that. "Have you tried apologizing to her?"

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"Ah...well it is my intention. But I don't want to come across her whilst she's cross."

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

Relationship advice

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"I suppose that would be true…" he mused, "A girl lost in her own head is probably not my worst choice, you know."

[faceyourfearsalice]

"…." She flushed in anger, clutching the hem of her dress. "I have meant it in that I have never been in a relationship!"

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"Easy, my child." he smiled, despite her rush in anger. "Ah but you have, every person you meet is a relationship." he gestured, "It doesn't need to be romantic to give advice for it. How to handle a wife can be as easy as handling a best friend. In this case...my wife is my best friend."

[ratherlikeaspokesperson-deactiv]

Apologize. Leave. Talk to her again later when she’s calm. But don’t think you can put this off. Putting things off has never helped anything. Especially in this family.

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

You make speaking to your mother when she’s upset east, you didn’t see The Gavelston Hurricane…

[ratherlikeaspokesperson-deactiv]

She can’t be any worse than reasoning with Lucifer. That was my unofficial job for a while. Speaking of, I quit that, so don’t expect me to get involved when he’s done something stupid.

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[he refrains from saying 'welcome to my world'] I suppose you're right... and good, it was bad for your health, anyone could have told you that.

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"Big Dad Voice didn’t work on the Lucifer what makes her think it’ll work on anyone." more bitterness from the Divine. "Because I’m the not-actually-more closely titled step dad of Castiel? Or because any mention of my closeness with his wife tends to…bring on insecurities?"

[angelanddear-archive-deactivate]

"There was a lot of things that didn’t work in that scenario…" Crowley, be nice. Nice-ish. ”The latter. Don’t be dense. He couldn’t care less about how close your parentage is to Cas, except for the…Asherah part.”

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"There were a lot of things wrong..." he put his drink down. "Right, not that we're on speaking terms, but I'll keep it in mind in case a blue moon rises."

[ratherlikeaspokesperson-deactiv]

They’re outside, just let them have some peace for a while… [He doesn’t turn around.] I know my one relationship nearly caused the death of several thousand people, but I learned enough in that time to know that generally, if you want to apologize, you’re supposed to go to them.

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

[He’s trying to put it off and he grits his teeth in a fake smile] Yes, right… [And what exactly is he going to say to her?] What if she doesn’t want to see me?

[ratherlikeaspokesperson-deactiv]

Apologize. Leave. Talk to her again later when she’s calm. But don’t think you can put this off. Putting things off has never helped anything. Especially in this family.

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

You make speaking to your mother when she's upset east, you didn't see The Gavelston Hurricane...

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"She’s super mom, she expects me to go in with my big dad voice and make everyone stop." he rubbed his eye with his palm, "To be honest I’m hoping if I find Castiel and bring him to her she’ll calm down a little before she gets herself into trouble. She forgets not all angels have recollection of her here. She could get seriously hurt…" he chuckled, "See she’d like you."

[angelanddear-archive-deactivate]

"Big Dad Voice doesn’t work in wars. Also doesn’t work if your kids have no respect for you, and I’m guessing at this point no one gives a shit." His gaze hardened. "Anyone hurts her, I’ll throw them in a dimensional wormhole. And for the record, I’m at half annoyance with you right now, mention the thing about Castiel being your kid with her in Aziraphale’s presence and we will be right back at ‘not okay and imagining your divine head on a stick’.”

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"Big Dad Voice didn't work on the Lucifer what makes her think it'll work on anyone." more bitterness from the Divine. "Because I'm the not-actually-more closely titled step dad of Castiel? Or because any mention of my closeness with his wife tends to...bring on insecurities?"

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

I’m sorry… [he watches Metatron] I’ve owed you that apology for a while. But I picked you for a reason, Metatron… And I’ve never seen a reason in you to ever regret that decision… [he straightens] I’ll…do my best with the children… till Asherah returns… [he turns for a moment] Don’t let your hands get all pruney, son. [he smirks]

[ratherlikeaspokesperson-deactiv]

They’re outside, just let them have some peace for a while… [He doesn’t turn around.] I know my one relationship nearly caused the death of several thousand people, but I learned enough in that time to know that generally, if you want to apologize, you’re supposed to go to them.

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

[He's trying to put it off and he grits his teeth in a fake smile] Yes, right... [And what exactly is he going to say to her?] What if she doesn't want to see me?

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"A lot of them. Enoch casted the angels out of heaven. The ‘good looking Metatron’ and a few fledglings managed to make it out of heaven before the pot boiled over. Castiel lost his grace as part of the spell. But nearly everyone is locked out, on earth, and killing one another to gain power to get back into heaven." he exhaled, "Asherah found out, that three of her angels from her private garrison died, and the Castiel - who is her son, our son, it’s…" he makes a gesture, he’s friends with Lady he gets it. "Is walking around with a target on his back…" he stared off, "And she wants me to do something about it."

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He took a second to digest the information. Then took God’s drink and had a swig because he needed it. “So, Thursday, then,” he replied, deadpan. “Well, I’m not sure how she expects you to break up that fight, the damage has been done and take it from someone who knows, when your kids want to fight, not even you are going to be able to stop them. They’re like fighting dogs on speed. But you could…find Cas and ground him.” His tone became serious. “BTW, dimensional wall or not, if I find out someone’s hurt Cas, I’m throwing them in a worm hole. I know a time lord. I can do it.”

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"She's super mom, she expects me to go in with my big dad voice and make everyone stop." he rubbed his eye with his palm, "To be honest I'm hoping if I find Castiel and bring him to her she'll calm down a little before she gets herself into trouble. She forgets not all angels have recollection of her here. She could get seriously hurt..." he chuckled, "See she'd like you."

[ratherlikeaspokesperson-deactiv]

This is not…

[Pause, goes to the door, peers out for a second, returns and speaks in a hushed tone.] Don’t. Don’t say “I didn’t mean to”, don’t bring her into this, this is about your actions, what you did, what you need to own up to and apologize for. You’re a grown up. You can have a civil debate without raising your voice or bringing her son into this. Her…if you tried that with me, I’d seriously consider just leaving. Do you understand the gravity of it now?

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

[he’s getting lectured by his son, hot damn] All right… I’ll…apologize. Once she’s…calmed down a bit…

[ratherlikeaspokesperson-deactiv]

Good.

[For a second he doesn’t say anything. Then he turns back to the dishes.] Just…not in the house, not when the children are around. I already had to lie to them once and say you weren’t cross at each other. None of them bought it, but you can’t say I didn’t try. [He doesn’t say “Why am I always left to pick up the messes” but he’s definitely thinking it.]

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

I'm sorry... [he watches Metatron] I've owed you that apology for a while. But I picked you for a reason, Metatron... And I've never seen a reason in you to ever regret that decision... [he straightens] I'll...do my best with the children... till Asherah returns... [he turns for a moment] Don't let your hands get all pruney, son. [he smirks]

[angelanddear-archive-deactivate]

"So…how bad of a fuckup are we talking here? Losing the Antichrist bad or losing both Winchesters somehow bad?"

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

He hissed, sucking air through his teeth, “About asking a Winchester if he’ll let me wear’em to prom, bad.”

[angelanddear-archive-deactivate]

He cringed visibly. “Who died?” He was joking at first, then realized that’s a legitimate question. “No, seriously, how many and what happened?”

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"A lot of them. Enoch casted the angels out of heaven. The 'good looking Metatron' and a few fledglings managed to make it out of heaven before the pot boiled over. Castiel lost his grace as part of the spell. But nearly everyone is locked out, on earth, and killing one another to gain power to get back into heaven." he exhaled, "Asherah found out, that three of her angels from her private garrison died, and the Castiel - who is her son, our son, it's..." he makes a gesture, he's friends with Lady he gets it. "Is walking around with a target on his back..." he stared off, "And she wants me to do something about it."

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

I do have the ability to do more than snap my fingers and kill everyone, you know. Angels are hardwired…they’re a lot about yourself you don’t know… [but he drops it, frowning] I didn’t…I didn’t mean to bring up Castiel… I didn’t even mean to raise my voice, I don’t like raising my voice. She just got more angry than usual…

[ratherlikeaspokesperson-deactiv]

This is not…

[Pause, goes to the door, peers out for a second, returns and speaks in a hushed tone.] Don’t. Don’t say “I didn’t mean to”, don’t bring her into this, this is about your actions, what you did, what you need to own up to and apologize for. You’re a grown up. You can have a civil debate without raising your voice or bringing her son into this. Her…if you tried that with me, I’d seriously consider just leaving. Do you understand the gravity of it now?

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

[he's getting lectured by his son, hot damn] All right... I'll...apologize. Once she's...calmed down a bit...

[angelanddear-archive-deactivate]

"And I’m guessing there’s a dose of dimension-y, because we’re doing just fine without you, no offense?"

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

"Why do you think I’m here?" he snorted into his drink, "She won’t cross it, not while Lady’s here, it’s like a safety zone." muttering continues in a bitter manner.

[angelanddear-archive-deactivate]

"So…how bad of a fuckup are we talking here? Losing the Antichrist bad or losing both Winchesters somehow bad?"

[thereisnochuckarchive-blog]

He hissed, sucking air through his teeth, "About asking a Winchester if he'll let me wear'em to prom, bad."