#deity oc: time/maecetis

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"Welcome Home, Time."

So this wasn't what I was planning on writing, but hey, Maecetis deserves this after all she has to deal with when it comes to Stone variants. She said "Suck it" to Devil!Stone, who wanted to be written about instead.

So I present you all with angst with fluff in the end.

Word Count: 1, 174

Maecetis stood in the middle of her realm, light cascading her from all angles. Gold strands which were tangible timelines of various universes that she could see at any point wrapped all around her fingers and limbs, cutting into her russet brown skin and making her bleed gold. Her golden eyes were just golden balls of light, adding to the brightness of the realm.

Her heavy-breasted chest heaved with every breath she took, so many voices from so many universes whizzing through her ears and she used her strength to channel the voices into the golden strands.

She had to do this so the endless possibilities of universes wouldn't overwhelm and cripple her. She couldn't buckle, not when the entire fate of the universe was her burden to upkeep. The raw power pulsing through the realm wasn't entirely hers, too powerful and ancient to be fully contained in her.

All she truly ever has been is a protector of Time and Fate. The guardian who made sure universes died when they were supposed to, that certain events happened in any given timeline to ensure balance. She had the fate of universes she would never see in person in her hands and she never once complained about the responsibility.

No, Maecetis dutifully stayed in her lonely realm, surrounded by so many glimpses of universes one could only dream up and forced to simply watch those glimpses. She did not remember a time when someone came to her realm to visit her; she did not remember the last time she saw someone face-to-face with her.

Perhaps the last time she saw someone face-to-face was that wretched version of Vikram Mishra who was intent on revenge.

She had gone against her apprehension and reached out to him, allowing him the privilege of knowing what his future could entail simply because she could tell him. His future was not yet set and that was the turning point. She had wanted to see him choose happiness, to see happiness for once, but he had basically spat in her face and scoffed at her words.

He had pulled the trigger and sentenced himself to a future full of tragedy, all because of his inability to let go of his anger.

That was the last time she saw someone in her realm and the memory was a sour one. Never again would she allow mortals in her realm, she had learned her lesson that she couldn't help those who didn't want to help themselves.

Maecetis felt a tug of one of the strands around her left arm and she looked down at the strand, peering at the image presented in the strand. Her eyes widened as she watched what was happening, her jaw dropping at what she was seeing.

As if her power knew what she wanted to do, it pulsed and golden light swirled around her until it engulfed her. When the light dissipated a minute later, she had teleported to a realm that had been empty for aeons, no fauna or living beings in the realm.

Or at least, it had been empty before now.

Now, it was bursting with fauna and animals that happily roamed the newly-lively realm. It was a no longer a shell of its former self, it now looked like how it used to be.

Maecetis walked through the tall green grass, feeling the sun—the actual sun—beat down on her. She made her way to the tall white marbled temple, seeing the columns carved with stories depicting myths of her family first before seeing the whole temple before her.

As she stood in front of the temple, staring up at the steps she so badly wanted to climb, a figure came out of the temple and stopped to look at her with wide eyes.

The deity was masculine and had dark brown skin that was unblemished. They had long black waves of hair that fell down to their shoulders, accentuating the high cheekbones in their face. Their eyes were the color of the greenery that surrounded the temple but Maecetis knew their eyes were common to changing every day.

Yes, Maecetis knew this deity. Despite the fact that they never had a permanent look, Leoni—or Life as they were more commonly known as—was always shorter than the rest of the deities.

There was no true reason was Leoni made themselves shorter than rest, but Maecetis always wondered if it was to make themselves more of a calming figure to both the other deities and the mortals. They never did like making anyone feel intimidated.

Leoni's shock wore off quickly and they had a beaming smile on their face as they gestured her forward. The whole realm seemed to brighten with their smile.

"Maecetis, my darling. You've come," they said, their voice sounding soft like a breeze of air. Once she neared close enough, they reached out to take her hands into theirs. "Oh, how we've all missed you."

Maecetis felt her usually calm demeanor crack as tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe she was once again standing in front of her parent.

"I've missed you all too," she murmured, her voice rough from having not used it for a long time. She stepped even closer to Leoni, hugging them. "If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up."

Leoni gently cradled her head, shushing her softly. "This is not a dream, darling. You're home. We're home." They pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Maecetis' head. "You're not alone anymore."

"Maecetis?"

Maecetis gently pulled away from Leoni and looked at the tall god who had approached the two of them. This really did seem like a dream as she was now staring at her father.

Her father, Urelimeras, was the tallest out of all of the deities and he had the darkest brown skin of them all as he had been created by the black chasm of the Void. He had curly black hair that cascaded past his shoulders and stopped at his mid-back. He was burly like the rest of them, his muscles shown as his tunic clung to his body. His eyes were the color of the night sky, black with white specks like he held the stars in his eyes.

"My daughter, you're home." Urelimeras quickly closed the gap between them and took Maecetis into his arms, lifting her clean off her feet. "Oh, my precious daughter. I love you."

"I love you too, Father," Maecetis answered, resting her head on his shoulder like she used to when she was a child. She melted in his arms, seeking the comfort and warmth she knew was waiting for her.

He didn't seem to want to let go of her, turning with her still secured in his arms as he walked into the temple. He seemed intent on taking her to the rest of their family so they could see her too.

"Welcome home, Time," Leoni murmured as they watched the two go away.

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I couldn't help myself. These deities have been gnawing at the bars of their enclosures for months now, wanting to join Maecetis. So I had to succumb to their desires.

I'm not that upset though. As I said, Maecetis deserves it after all I've put her though with dealing with the Stone variants.

I also didn't know how to end this which is the story of my tbh.

Requests are open! Please look at "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting anything NSFW!

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high priestess!mārīte: oh... :,) <- shes crying because she feels cared for

shes just staring at maecetis and is chanting "mom! mom! mom! mom! mom!" at her. sigh.

Maecetis: I not only got a high priestess, but also a daughter. I don't mind this. :)

I just know she wants to kill her priestess' biological mom, I just know it. She finds her, fantasizes about killing her, and then is like "Okay, I'v gotten all of my rage out. Time for me to love the daughter she left."

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sammy, panicking because he thinks he's lost the discs: !!! D: !!!! :(((((

imagine if stone played them so much they got scratched up and worn down. progressively deterioating to the point it might as well be static and glitches.

im telling sammy to hide the rest of the discs he has of the band.. and for ainārs to not tell stone he has more copies at his place.

(imagining stone and sammy "fighting" over who gets to have them. imagine stone possibly ignoring sammy's own wishes cuz. uh oh. he may or may not be too far gone now)

Maecetis: ....

Serial Killer!Stone: This isn't my fault.

Maecetis: Everything is your fault.

Okay so this Stone just got a little flick to the forehead (Maecetis did that) and he's fine now. He has seen the error of his ways and he is giving the CDs back to Sammy after only listening to them one time, so they're still in good condition.

And now he's.... writing down the feelings he felt when hearing the music in his journal. ...So he can process them and the grief.

I... I think Maecetis' little flick to his forehead made him get healthier?? Like coping wise??

Well, I'm not upset about that.

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technically, demon!butcher is like an anomaly. he shouldnt exist anymore but he does. his soul constantly kept alive, no matter how weak and frail it was at times by devil!stone in his pursuit of someone who wont leave him, ever

yk the amulet where both butcher and diane were in? maecetis should just like. take it and go at it with a hammer /lh

am i imagining maecetis talking to diane and being like "you shouldnt be alive right now." and all diane can say is "i know :(" and... augh.. sobbing. :(

truly rip maecetis. the ranch is falling apart but the demons are thriving

Maecetis: Fuck it, I'm reversing time and taking a hammer to that amulet.

Me: Won't that do irreparable damage to the universe?

Maecetis: No because I'm Fate, bitch.

I think the stress has gotten to her. But um, I guess the demons are no longer thriving and well, now Devil!Stone is devastated.

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i do love them bonding over shared haterid/dislikes

high priestes!mārīte told me she cant even get drunk anymore, so the alcohol is there purely for moral support taste-wise

i do wonder,, would maecetis interviene into devil!stones life again to be like "hey. that kid (diane) shouldnt be alive. im going to undo that real quick, hope you dont mind <3"??

somethinh tells me she would. out of pettiness

Maecetis should've intervened when Devil!Stone used Ranch!Butcher as a host for Demon!Butcher, but she didn't. Why? I assume she got really tired of his antics.

She is so tired and she is trying to keep the Ranch universe from collapsing, but she doesn't know how. Unfortunately for her, Devil!Stone made it so that Demon!Butcher has to have a host from another universe in order to keep the cycle of basically reincarnation going. So now she has to find a universe that will die regardless just so that Devil!Stone doesn't use Ranch!Butcher's body.

She's a stressed goddess.

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got the vision of maecetis lowkey torturing any and all versions of serial killer!stone via giving him visions of how, no matter what he does, he cant save or protect the ones he loves

like. if he gets obsessively protective to the point of locking kali/sylvester/the kids in the home 24/7, they get killed by home invaders in the 20 minutes he was out to get groceries

or he gets a vision of him, no matter how niceys or sweet or baby material hes being, he ends up as the sole survivor of a car crash he couldnt have predicted

maybe after all that work he does on himself to eat at restaraunts, his fears come true and theres lethal poison slipped into all the drinks but his own

imagining that it could also be a traitor situation. a close friend turninh on them, taking revenge over something with the use of a gun and spilt blood

someome, no matter who, always dies.

love psychological torture. idk.

good morning btw :)

Finally answering this and Maecetis is still saying the same thing she's been saying since seeing this ask: she wouldn't torture Serial Killer!Stone, because he does that himself. No one can torture Stone better than he can himself.

That said, while she doesn't torture him, I can see time doing it. Sure, time and her are so integrated, she's sometimes called Time, but there's always parts of time she can't touch/control. It's the way the universe works, there's always something higher up in the celestial food chain.

Anyways, the universe will torture Serial Killer!Stone because that's the path he took, after all. He took the path he knew would end in tragedy and the universe has its way of never letting him forget the choice he made.

It's part of why Canon!Serial Killer!Stone doesn't even let himself be around other people when he's not protecting innocents (aka killing criminals). Not only does he not want to have anyone be on the run with him and he can't really love anyone else after Kali dies, but it's also because he knows tragedy wouldn't stop with him but also with his loved ones. It's better to be alone, lest he drags someone down the path of destruction with him.

Death is inevitable when you ignore the warnings of Time.

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high priestess mārīte: wait, what??? NO. bad, bad! bad humans! pay attention to 💖my lady💖 instead!!!!

somethimg something she, as a "mere priestess" doesnt "deserve" the attention

shes so silly again. i love her

Maecetis: Yeah, worship me instead.

Me: If I'm worshipping any otherworldly being, it's Orinothicor.

Orinothicor: *looking between me & Maecetis*

Orinothicor: I'm not getting in the middle of this.

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anyways heres another happy bday to u ;3 im love u

live laugh love maecetis <3 i got a vision that the time strands sometimea tend to burn into her skin and leave scars. and if this was coloured, the sash would be all pure gold (with a sidenote from hp!mārīte, it being the scarf she made for her. that thing is massive and can 100% be worn like that)

MAECETIS!!!!

Thank you. Giving you kisses as we speak, mwah. 💋

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me: *wakes up*

god!sylvester, who has never before talked to me: go the fuck to bed. too early. WAY too early.

i guess hes a night owl in every au

anyways, imagining he, before everyone, knew of the possibility that his daughter may become a high priestess. he never spoke of it. hes not supposed to give irl spoilers to anyone (and his own high priest will be wildly annoyed if he did) even if it may not end up being true in the end

imagining he gets *so* many headaches from seeing every possible outcome of every possible persons actions all at once, without a break. ever.

imagining he uses his cat form as a sort of retreat into safety. his brain is quieter then

imagining god!butcher coming around to talk, and syl's high priest is just like "oh yeah. my lord is s cat. i believe he's asleep on the altar"

imagining god!sylvester waking up (still as a cat) after being brought to god!stones temple for a bit of rest

Hey, Maecetis and God!Sylvester can bond over seeing things that are meant to happen but being unable to say anything.

...Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, God!Sylvester probably side-eyed Maecetis when she tried to stop Serial Killer!Stone from becoming himself. But I mean, she'd know if what she did wasn't right, so there's that.

Anyways, I love how God!Stone's temple is just where everyone goes when they need rest. It makes sense, but he really loves it. He's telling me that High Priestess!Mārīte and God!Sylvester have their own bedchambers in the temple, designed for their comfort in mind.

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high priestess!mārīte is laying down and taking a nap on god!butcher, but she's not happy about it

in fact, i think she'll end up just yapping for *hours* now.

maecetis can check up on her in 12 hours and see that, in those 12 hours, she has not slept a wink. sigh. i'd say lock her in a dark room all by herself but then she'd lowkey spiral

.......... although... she is saying over the years with maecetis, shes developed an irrational fear of the dark.... :) because now all she knows is that light = literal safety

its irrational and she knows it is, and that nothing will happen, but still. maybe overtime her nighttime vision has also dulled and become less sharp, due to the abundance of her time being spent in a blinding light. :)

So the true solution is locking High Priestess!Mārīte in a room with no one else but the room has an abundance of light. It is being done as we speak.

Even better, Maecetis is going to personally provide the light (without being there in the room) so her high priestess can feel her power through the light and know she's still watching over her as always.

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high priestess!mārīte: thats like. so uncool :/

me: are you salty your goddess went mom mode on you?

hp!mārīte: ... yeah :(

she feels like a dog in a kennel being put in time out, and yes she will be huffy about it

god!butcher is teasing her though, and is just saying she can use him as a pillow. he'll keep an eye on her... despite not needing to. he also missed his sorta-kinda-maybe-daughter :)

See, High Priestess!Mārīte? You can be with people you haven't seen in centuries. Yay for you.

Go to sleep.

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"she really would drop her high priestess off at God!Stone's temple because it's a place to sleep"

high priestess mārīte, reading that: i dont need sleep-

me: 🤨

hp!mārīte: mhm :) im.... fine >:33 !!! totally <3 rise and grind and all that <3

me: uh huh...

hp!mārīte, totally not passing out in the middle of who-knows where: yeha..... 😴

Maecetis will just pick High Priestess!Mārīte up and take her to God!Stone's temple, then. And oh look, there's a barrier in place that specifically keeps Mārīte inside the temple until she has a good amount of sleep.

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well now im haunted by the idea of high priestess!mārītr dying. and frankly i dont wanna be haunted by that at 5.30 in the fucking morning

so. instead im just thinking about her getting increasingly stressed overtime, and maecetis making her pay a visit to god!stone's temple so she can rest and take a few days off

something something her basically needing to get dragged there, because she doesnt want to leave her goddess' side, but just cant help herself to relax when entering the temple for the first time in a century, because it feels like the weight of the world has suddenly been lifted from her shoulders and like she can breathe again

i see her seeking out the temples high priest in particular. just for a long, long chat, about how he handles his duties while still remaining sane. but then again bro has an uhfair advantage, due to being in a temple of literal sanctuary

maybe she should have asked her own father's high priest instead. he too, is alone with sylvester in the temple, surrounded by relentless rot and decay

Maecetis would 100% make sure High Priestess!Mārīte takes breaks and because of how barren her realm is, she really would drop her high priestess off at God!Stone's temple because it's a place to sleep.

God!Stone wouldn't even mind, he'd greet Mārīte with a bright smile and take her into a bear hug. He has missed her so much and his arms are so warm, a cocoon of warmth. He tells her to stay as long as she needs, it'll be nice to have her in the temple again.

And I'm sure the children of the temple flock to her, asking her all sorts of questions about Maecetis. They want to hear stories of her life with the goddess, because they're convinced Maecetis takes Mārīte on adventures.

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stares at maecetis with my big ole eyes: please?🥺 tell us? 🥺 we're gonna be niceys about it 🥺🥺🥺 i prommy 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

i have a few ideas of my own. something something what if she cant be reached if she truly dies;; in the realm of the dead. not lucifer ii's hell tho. methinks you said sarabi was supposed to be the god of death, but couldnt be.. so. she's in the real god of death's realm now

or in limbo. between life and death. maybe something happens and she gets stuck there, unable to live, but unable to die. >:)

but.. hm. i still wanna keep pestering a literal goddess for the real answer. that won't come to bite me in the ass later, right? :) /lh

You are correct in that one of the places Maecetis wouldn't be able to reach High Priestess!Mārīte if Mārīte was dead and in the pantheon's underworld. And it's because the god of death knows damn well that she would try to bring Mārīte back to life despite knowing she shouldn't and couldn't.

As for another place she can't reach Mārīte... Well, she's still being tight-lipped about that.

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me, reading the post: "Maecetis wouldn't want that-"

hp!mārīte: then its not happening, fuck you

sigh. shes attached. great.

....... which would make it hurt even more if they were forcibly separated :) though theres probably very few places where maecetis *couldnt* read her priestess;;; but imagine if there were;; >:))

((i have no thoughts what could possibly make maecetis be unable to locate mārīte tho))

Maecetis: I'm not telling you where I can't reach my priestess.

She's being a party pooper. :(

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im now remembering that. oh yeah. hp!mārīte comes from the god au herself. it would be fitting if she became a godess *eventually* :)

or maybe not. her mother was a mortal, so it seems unlikely she'd get accepted as a fully fledged god, due to still being half-human

something something would maecetis even *want* her high priestess to ascend further? to leave her alone again, after a millennia of solitude in her realm? hmm....

Maecetis wouldn't want that, but she wouldn't stop it. Because her high priestess deserves divinehood.

Oh man does the thought of being alone again hurt her so much.