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About Goetic/Underground Hell and Hellborns Under Goetics

Hellborns, true to the name, are demons that reside in Hell. Note that this post obviously does not cover the entirety of Hell; this is written mainly from a LOW-CLASS GOETIC MILITARY PERSPECTIVE and interaction with royalty from that class perspective. By “low-class military” I mean the military of a Goetic Marquis, which is one of the lower ranks of Goetic Hell Nobility.

EDIT: It has come to my attention that there are portions of Hell above ground, and the above ground portions are generally much nicer than the underground portions. THIS POST PERTAINS MAINLY TO GOETIC HELL/THE EXTREMELY DEEP UNDERGROUND PORTIONS, where most of the Goetics that are actually fallen angels or demons reside. 

What is Goetic/Underground Hell culture like?

So you know in old Europe, wars were held for…”fun” and “honor” to put it basically? At least, for the nobles it was considered “fun” and “honorable”? Well, think of the same concept in Hell, except that the top nobles are immortal and powerful enough to wipe out an army of non-nobles with a wave of their hand!

With War/Fighting/Making Enemies being a sign of honor and respect, and the Nobles participating in it never needing to fear death, you can imagine how it’s Hell for everyone else besides the nobles and those they favored. With Making Enemies(™) being a sign of respect, as ironic as that sounds, nearly all Hellborns have fragile egos and do not tolerate even the slightest of insults.

With armies being raised purely for fun and “honor”, most military Hellborns are born into the army. Yes, a child military. A military of children where children are trained to kill as soon as they understand commands! I’m talking like 5 year olds here. 

Those that aren’t born into the army are usually born into something related to the army in some way; whether it’s military research, weapons forging, etc.

A “survival of the fittest” mindset, taken to the absolutely-most-fucking-extreme, and as a source of enjoyment (again, only for nobles anyways) basically summarizes Hell.  

Yet a lot of nobles also take pride in being “civilized” and by civilized I mean they hold fancy parties so they can still see themselves as like. Not disgusting, in some way. Just another thing to be pretentious about. At these parties, there is usually tons and tons of wine, ballroom dancing, etc. There’s also an uneasy peace- uneasy in that yes they are enjoying partying without fighting, but that they would all start ripping each other to shreds immediately if someone started it. And again, with their fragile egos, “starting it” could be as simple as accidentally bumping into someone on the dance floor.

Additionally- favoritism. Favoritism, favoritism, favoritism. Favoritism literally makes all the difference in how much someone’s Goetic/Underground Hell life sucks- the only people who are like “(underground/Goetic) Hell wasn’t that bad!!” are those who were nobles, favorites of some noble, and/or weren’t prescribed to the military. 

Or, hopefully, they came from the above-ground and not-so-awful parts of Hell, and it’s just a miscommunication/difference of experiences.  

What’s the class structure of Goetic/Underground Hell like?

There’s like 30000 layers of nobles and different ranks of nobles. Rank is so important that there’s a bunch of subdivisions within each rank so that nobles of the “same rank” still know where they stand relative to the others. So for example: There’s Great Kings, High Kings, Kings, Sub-Kings, etc.

How often does the class structure of Goetic/Underground Hell shift?? Are demons ever overthrown/overruled?

Never. When all the top nobles are immortal, it never, ever shifts. At least, to my knowledge it has never shifted. 

Besides entertainment (for nobles), what other reasons could they be at war?

As all non-nobles, and even non-immortal nobles are told the bare minimum of information, my only guess is training demons for the (possible) war against Heaven. I have no idea if that war is going to be an actual thing that will happen eventually or not.

What is the Goetic military like?

Well, to summarize how much is sucks:

  • You’re born into it. Or, you could be a dumbass and join the military.
  • Once you enter there is no leaving. No time off at all; you’re in until you die. The only “time off” you’ll get is if you’re injured and your superiors consider you worth enough to keep alive.
  • Torture is 100% Legal and encouraged as well!
  • Haha what payment?? You don’t get paid, are you kidding me?
  • You are told the bare minimum of information. Like only just as much to do your mission, IF you’re told anything at all. Nobody except the nobles knows why we even do any of this.
  • The only clothes you’ll ever have are your uniforms.
  • But to be a little more informative, here’s some info about the specific divisions you might find in your average Hell military. There’s more, but these are the only ones I know a decent amount about.

Stealth Division:

  • Avg height is 5 ft, ranges from 4-lower 6 range
  • Have a lot of tests
  • Physical Tests: Balance, Speed
  • Cunning Test: You are given “special” information from a Commander/General and instructed not to tell anyone, but members of your division will (stealthily) attempt to grill you for that info. Realizing you are being tested = passing. Failing to realize, or giving away the “info” = fail.
  • Also have a bunch of weird tests where u can die-
  • Assassination Test: With permission, certain members of the division may try to kill you. If they get caught, you are allowed to kill them. All methods are allowed, as long as they are stealthy (poison,physical assassination, etc)…Yep! You try to kill members of your own division and the members of your own division try to kill you too!!

Front-Liners:

  • Average height usually ranges 7-9 feet. Anything below is considered short.
  • The dudebro fraternities of hell (but 1000x more violent and aggressive than humans)
  • 100% GRADE A BEEF. A regular gun would probably do jack shit (in more pleasant words, nothing) against a front-liner. A single front-liner could probably take out a tank.  
  • Scary as fuck
  • The entire front-liner area is made really tough because of the frequency of brawls, which would result in a lot of things breaking if everything wasn’t made of rock. Fights were most common in the cafeteria.
  • No limit/extremely high upper limit to your food ration at the cafeteria

Front-Line Mages:

  • Really rare, as in, almost none–for lower ranked militaries, at least. (I believe they are much more common in higher-up militaries as higher militaries recruit from lower ones but I’m not 100% certain on this)
  • Usually don’t live longer than 2 years
  • If they live longer than two years they usually become really OP, like a one-man army

Okay, the Goetic military really sucks. What about outside of the Goetic military but not nobility? Like those weapons forgers or research demons?  

Outside of the military is nowhere near as bad, you’re a lot less likely to get tortured, beaten, you actually get paid, you (usually) get your own house/apartment. However, you still can’t leave Hell. 

What do non-nobles do for entertainment?

This is mainly what lowly Goetic military demons do for entertainment:

  • Fuck- there are absolutely no rules on sex within the military. Although, males and females are usually housed separately so as to prevent babies when not at…specified breeding times. So yeah, basically each base was and even (literally) had giant orgies of the same gender. Especially after winning a battle/mission.
  • Alcohol- There might (MIGHT) be one (1) bar at a base. Maybe. Though (in my experience at least) there’s no bar at the front-liner base because they’re too rowdy andb break everything.
  • Sleep- Self-explanatory.
  • Brawl- Brawling is absolutely encouraged, especially with the front-liners. It’s both a form of training and weeding out the weak.
  • Yeah, there really isn’t much to do at all in Hell if you’re not a noble and if you’re in the military.  

What about morals? If…any.

LMAOOO what morals?? You think of something bad, it’s probably embraced, even seen as a form of empowerment. Torture? Yep! Non-consensual sex? Definitely! Abusing your partners (especially if one is a noble and the other not)? Absolutely!!  

Will I go to Hell if I’m not a Christian/some variant?

This is totally my take but I didn’t see a single damn human the entire time I was down there. And no, I didn’t do anything to be placed in Hell, I was literally just born there. So no need to worry, that’s just a form of fearmongering.

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Feel free to send in any more questions about Goetic Hell/Hellborns! 

Papi

McCree was chasing after him, fresh off a black watch mission he had to see him. They were something of a wonder a spectacle; why were they here and when were they from…and when did Jack become so, hot. Wow that was a weird way to think about it. He finally found him, drinking coffee and leaning on the counter, he was looking out into space. Even that looked incredible. At 20, Jesse figured he could handle anything, but then time travel threw a wrench into that idea. “U­uh hey, uh, 76, right? That’s what you call yourself?” he asked and crossed his arms, putting on a smile.

“Yeah, didn’t really pick it, just what the media ended up calling me; they do like a good masked vigilante,” he replied, raising a brow, as he sipped his coffee. “Can I help you cowboy?”

Cowboy. It was weird, that’s what Commander Morrison always called him, he kinda figured that would stop eventually. Then again he’d met his older self, and realized he did look pretty good in the cowboy gear…and that beard. He scratched his rather bare chin. “Uh… I was just, wondering…”

“Wondering about what?”

“Were uh, were you doing anything later today, I think people are going to the bar, but I’m not old enough yet, I­”

76 shook his head, it was enough to cut McCree off. “Let me stop you there, and just say no before you get any ideas,” he said with a sigh. “I get it, you’re what, 20?”

“Yes, sir…” Jesse made sure to stand up a bit taller.

Old Jack chuckled dryly. “Right, you’ve got a lot going on I’m sure, got a lot of weird this and that in your gut. You want this, you want that; and you’re looking at me like some kind of opportunity,” he replied. “But, the answer’s no; and it’s gonna stay no.” That was kinda harsh, but to be expected. “Not to be rude about it, but I’ve got enough McCree in my life.” He started to leave, ruffling Jesse’s hair as he passed. “Sorry, kid, hey just think though, you know how it ends up when you’re older.”

That was that. Jesse couldn’t help feeling deflated, and antsy. Shut down before he’d even gotten started. Watching him leave wasn’t bad though, he carried himself in such a different way, rigid sense of purpose.

Gabriel didn’t help him feel any better, rolling his eyes and explaining how stupid that was to even think about. After a while he just wandered off. Down the halls feeling not quite upset but disappointed. He leaned on the door frame as he looked into Jack’s office. He had an idea. “Hey, Commander; you doing anything tonight? I was thinking I could use a bit of extra training, you know some one on one time? I did promise I’d beat you eventually right?” McCree suggested as he crossed his arms and tilted his head.

Morrison looked over at him with a smile. He was a handsome man, but…not in the way Jesse found 76 attractive. Something boyish about young Jack, overly optimistic. Not that it wasn’t charming in its own way. Now he was just thinking himself in circles, they were both attractive but…they weren’t both Daddy, and that’s where he was stuck he guessed.

“Oh Jesse, uh no I figured I’d end up late night reporting. I’ll be honest as much as it’s probably necessary I could use a break,” he replied. “Does 2100 sound good to you? I should have all of this Mission brief done by then.”

“Hey, 2100 sounds perfect.” McCree gave a wink and a finger gun.

“See you then, cowboy;” Jack replied and sighed. Maybe old and young Morrison weren’t all that different.

McCree spent the rest of the day watching 76 and himself interact, it was weird, like watching a home movie. They really did seem to enjoy each other, and they hadn’t noticed him, which was nice. After a while though, they disappeared with a shared expression on their face, a rather suggestive one. Weird as it sounded he wouldn’t mind being the fly on that wall, he was probably hot when naked. “Oh shit, it’s almost 9;” he hopped up and hustled down the hall, grabbing some clothes he didn’t mind sweating in…and other things.

It shouldn’t be too hard right? The Commander probably didn’t get much action what with all the work he did. In the Gym he saw Morrison stretching out his arms and legs, not a bad ass he had on him. McCree would have to give it a 7 at least. “Commander, sir;”

“You can call me Jack, we’re off duty, Jesse;” came the blond’s reply. McCree chuckled.

“Right, Jack,” the cowboy replied pulling his hat off and setting it aside. “Bring it on, I’m gonna beat you this time.”

“I don’t know about that,” said the commander. “But I hope you do.”

McCree…provably couldn’t, every time he thought he had the upper hand, Jack over powered him; super soldiers didn’t seem like a fair fight for some scrappy kid from the gorge. He was flat on his back Jack on top of him and they were both panting and sweaty. Jesse chuckled, from this angle Jack looked a lot more like his older self. Something about the tired, yet powerful expression. “…looks like you beat me again, Daddy;” it was a slip of the tongue…well he thought it was.

“What?” Jack asked, a blush on his face, beyond just the flush of exertion.
Jesse should have just corrected himself, but he licked his lips and rolled with it; he had something in mind with this whole after hours spar. “I said, you beat me again, Daddy,” he really made sure to linger on every syllable. “…don’t you like to be called that? Seem to remember someone told me…”

Jack sputtered a bit, looking around the Gym as if someone was gonna hear them, everyone else was long since asleep. “I… I don’t know who you’ve been talking to, but…”

“Awwww, Papi, are you sure?”

“Jesse…stop I…”

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

Jesse could see the commander getting more flustered, he’d never taken Jack to have a Daddy kink, but then, he supposed he hadn’t thought of himself as having one either. Maybe if this worked so well on young Jack he could pull it on the older one. “I uh.that’s not the point.”

“But, Papi, I…really like calling you that, and I like you like this;” McCree took a chance, reaching a hand up and touching Jack’s face, letting his thumb run over his cheek. “I’m good at keeping a secret.”

“Jesse… I…” Jack murmured, looking around again. He wasn’t going to say no, Jesse could tell. Not like 76 had. Jack wanted him, he could see it.

“Please, Daddy, no one has to know, no one’s up; we’re all alone, what could it hurt?” McCree asked. He could see Jack was sunk, and the cowboy let his thumbs hook into the top of the Commander’s sweatpants, and slide them down. “Come on, let me do it for you…” This had been easier than he thought. Jack just let him push him over onto his back. “Oh, Papi, is this for me?” McCree let his hand wrap around Jack’s cock, stroking it to full erection. The blond gasped a bit.

“Jesse, we can’t, not here,”

“Too late, Papi,” Jesse replied, sliding his own pants down. He was going to ride Morrison, and really didn’t care about the location. This was his practice round before giving another swing at the old man. Calling young Jack Daddy didn’t feel quite right, but it did give him exactly the reaction he wanted. “Don’t make me do all the work.” He brought one of Jack’s hands to his mouth and sucked on his fingers.

“McCree…” Jack murmured, but he couldn’t find anything else to say. His hand was brought back behind the cowboy, and groaned, there wasn’t getting out of this now. He pushed a pair of fingers inside, getting a moan out of Jesse. This only further goaded him on, he fingered the cowboy for a bit, really seemed to know what he was doing. Jesse wasn’t sure why he figured Morrison would be a virgin, just had that squeaky clean image he supposed, but damned if the boy scout didn’t know how to get him going.

Jesse had to put a hand over his mouth before he really brought attention to them, that third finger stretching him open was driving him crazy. Well that had to be enough, he wasn’t waiting anymore. “Oh…papi, I’m ready…” he said in a voice more like a moan. He could see Jack struggling with his nagging thoughts. Time to shut those up, no take­backsies, Morrison. The Cowboy lined himself up and slid down onto the blond’s cock with a long, stifled moan. Oh that was better than he thought it’d be. From tip to hip he
was skewered. “Mmm…papi…papi…ahhhh…”

Jack had been pretty quiet, but when McCree started to move, rolling his hips, the Commander almost screamed. A hand on his mouth muted the sound. “Jesse, ah;” he grunted, starting to really engage, he had his hands on Jesse’s legs, arching his back to meet the cowboy halfway. A rhythmic slapping sound followed as Jesse rode the blond with panting grunts and moans.

After a day of shut downs, finally Jesse’d come out on top, Jack was putty in his hands; all he had to do was pull out the right word. Hands on Jack’s shoulders the pace became more erratic, oh god yes, even if he didn’t manage to score with the old man Jack was a good fuck. Jesus did super soldier enhancement make for a bigger dick and better stamina? Felt let it went on forever, his ass was raw by the time he finally felt Jack getting close. He’d already orgasmed once, clenching down on the blonds cock only to find the man still going.

Finally, Jesse was relieved he wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this, his legs were aching. “Papi…please,” he moaned and then he felt it, his ass was filled with the Commander’s cum. Oh god yes, finally. He stopped moving, just sitting there letting himself bathe in the feeling. “…hey papi… I beat you…”

Jack didn’t say anything, but he had a tired, happy look on his face. He sat up, his dick slipping free as it softened. He wrapped Jesse up in his arms. “Who’s your Daddy?” Jesse’s turn to falter.

“…tch,”

“Mmm you’re filthy.” Jack kissed at Jesse’s neck and chin. “Who taught you how to do that?” Wait, Jesse wasn’t supposed to be falling for this, he was the one who was in control. He felt himself liking it though, as he let his head rest against Jack’s shoulder. “Such a naughty boy…next time I’ll have to spank you. Talking to your daddy like that.” Jack stop, he’s had enough, though a spanking did sound…no don’t get distracted Jesse.

“I…would you really spank me… Papi?” He asked, despite himself.

“Only if you’ve been bad.”

“I’ve been bad.”

“Then later, Jesse. I’ll have to punish you.”

This kind of talk was making him sort of confused, he…he really didn’t realize Jack had a Daddy kink. Oh god and he did too, and he really wanted to be spanked. No, no stop. He closed his eyes, burying his face in Jack’s shoulder. He wasn’t supposed to fall for the blond, he’d fucking played himself. “Okay, Papi…” he mumbled and felt himself being picked up, god Jack was strong. Way stronger than Jesse realized half the time. He was set on his weak legs.

“Clean up your mess and pick your clothes up; then, we’re going to my quarters…”

“Okay…” Jesse fumbled, using a towel to sop up their mess and tossing it in the laundry bin before picking his clothes up. He stumbled a bit, before Jack picked him back up. “I… I can walk…”

“Mmmhmm.”

Jesse was flushing really bad again, maybe this had gone too well. Jack took him back to his command quarters. He pulled Jesse’s shirt off and then his own, and they showered together; Jesse didn’t have to do anything, Jack washed his hair and his body, the cowboy should be embarrassed, but it was nice. Being taken care of like this, wrapped in a towel, and eventually fitted with some of Jack’s clothes he smiled. This was so, warm. It was weird, he hadn’t expected any of this.

He’d never really been taken care of. Finally, he was laying in Jack’s bed, eyeing up the beat up teddy bear on the commander’s shelf, it was wearing a faded t­shirt. “Oh, you want a teddy too? Well I guess you can use Conroy;” the blond said, noting his gaze.

“Conroy?”

“Oh yeah, I named him after the driver of the number 76 Chevy;” mused Jack, as he fetched him off the shelf. “I don’t use him anymore, not since I was 12, so I guess you can have him.” Jesse didn’t mean to look as excited as he did, wrapping the bear up in a tight hug, he smelled like Jack. Speaking of the commander, he settled in with McCree and wrapped his arm around him. The lights were turned off. “Good night, Jesse.”

“Night… Papi…”

been tagged by @jumpingpuddles​ and @aerynfrellingsun​ 

Goal: Tag 9 some people and get to know them better.

Relationship Status: single and really not ready to mingle, people are way too confusing 

Favourite Colours: blues, greens, red, yellows, bright colours

Lipstick or Chapstick: chapstick I guess, because dry lips aren’t fun really…

Last Song: Mystery of You - Red (well it’s halfway through on mu ipod, that counts right?)

Last Movie: Justice League

Top three shows: right now? SG1, The Good Place and (why is this so hard) Wynonna Earp

Top 3 ships at the moment: Sam/Jack, Aloy/Happiness aaaand probably Eleanor/Chidi/Tahani (not an ot3 (though…) just either would work) ;)

tagging, if you want @samantha-carter-is-my-muse, @marleyward01, @majorelorne, @greatspacedustbin, @organasoloskywalker aaand @writeanotherballad

that-pan-asshole  asked:

What happens if the hybrid AU crossed over with the spooky scary AU? What would /that/ look like? :)

Not sure if u mean like The two separate individuals meet? or like If spooky scary AU happened to also be Hybrid AU BUT I’M GONNA GO WITH THE LAST ONE, BECAUSE THAT’D BE PRETTY INTERESTING

Gav would probably have like two different types of wings, so he’d either be a super goofy flier or none at all. WEREBUN RAY. would be a beautiful beautiful thing

And geoff would literally be a demon goat man. Probably have the jacob sheep horns too just for extra spooky scaryness

Plant/lionman Jack being an adorable cat plant. like woah, talk about too adorable. Ryan and Michael are kind of like, the most normal i guess? Ryan’s p much just a bull hybrid that’s also a mad scientist, and Michael’s an undead that’s also a cat hybrid. but Michael would also get like a bunch of dumb 9 lives jokes, and he gets pissed everytime. 

Anon requested a Masterlist

So I’m going to post the shortest masterlist in all of Tumblr history XD


Jack J Fanfic Each part is a different name, so don’t get confused. (Also, when I started writing it, I didn’t know that there was a difference between an Imagine and a Fanfiction. This is a y/n fanfic, but the title in each says ‘imagine.’ When I figured it out, I had already written like 4, so it was too late to go back lol)

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6
Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   {[Part 13 coming soon!]}

Omaha Text AUs

You’re dating Sammy, but Jack J likes you: Part 1   Part 2 

Nate lives across the country and he’s texting you telling you how much he misses you

You’re a rapper and Nate gets jealous that Nicki Minaj wants to do a song with you


So yeah, that’s it so far. Sorry that this was probably really disappointing, Anon. XD

It’s not much now, but I’m working on more! Leave me requests for text AUs (Omaha + Nash, Cam, & Matt) in my ask! I might start taking requests for imagines once I finish the Jack J one ^^^ WE’LL SEE, PLEASE DON’T BOMBARD ME YET lol

anonymous asked:

I LOVE THE JACK AND BITTY KISSING SERIES!! jack and bitty kissing in front of: bad bob! an airport! kent! the ocean! any or all of the above!

So here’s the thing. 

And Jack, originally, doesn’t think it’s a thing. But, turns out, it is. A thing thing. A capital T Thing that Jack has worked pretty hard to avoid for most of his adult life.

The Thing is: Jack is ass over tea kettle for Bittle.

At first it was supposed to be meaningless, a soft crush spurred on by the freckles that litter Bittle’s shoulders and the bridge of his nose. It was supposed to be this warm, easy, stupid, not-real thing (that wasn’t A Thing) that only wormed its way into being because they lived in the same space. Jack thinks that if you see the soft parts of anyone, you could probably start to love them. And that’s what a lot of Jack’s senior year had been: Bittle singing in the shower; Bittle in his sweatpants and his hair a mess on Saturday mornings; Bittle, with his fucking freezing feet stuck under Jack’s thighs, squished beside Jack while they watch a movie. The other parts, too: Bittle spread too thin over midterm stress; Bittle getting better with taking hits after a handful of practices at 9 pm or 5 am; Bittle tearing up after skyping with his mom. There are so many things about Bittle that he wouldn’t have learned if they hadn’t been in the Haus together, but that doesn’t mean he thought it was A Thing.

But, it’s a certified Thing, Jack being a goner for Bittle.

And Jack couldn’t say what makes him do it, couldn’t pinpoint any specific moment or happenstance or shift of universal matter that changes it. Because there’s another Thing, and it was A Thing that Jack had thought was pretty permanent, as far as permanent things go. Not meaningless at all, not stupid and not warm and definitely not easy. 

That Thing is: Jack doesn’t want to be the first guy in the league to come out of the closet. 

But, as far as Things go, Jack apparently isn’t very good at being able to tell what stays and what fades away, can’t pin down the space between Never and Again. 

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