#oc: time/maecetis

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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."

[jupiter-reimagined]

Maecetis, what do you have to say to this?

Maecetis, looking up from the golden strands of time around her limbs: Oh, so now you remember I exist?

Me: Are you also mad that I haven't paid attention to you?

Maecetis: You were supposed to create the rest of my pantheon, my family. But no, you created several more COD OCs and a stupid, not-fleshed out fire fantasy OC.

Me: Look, can I kill SK!Stone in an alley or not?

Maecetis: No. It's not his time yet.

Okay, I guess you get your wish. SK!Stone gets to suffer alive and alone for now.

YIPEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

but rip time. i do keep thinking about her

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Crossroads

TW: Grief, Revenge Killing, Slight Gore

So I've decided that since I don't really have a masterlist of the Stone variants but rather just a list (because Tumblr search is too wonky for me to try and find everything I've ever posted about the Stone variants), I decided that I would just have a story post about a vital moment in each Stone variant's life.

This one's about Serial Killer!Stone and it's how he found out that his story ends in a tragedy. Well, sort of. He's not exactly told, per se.... It'll make sense when you're reading the rest of this.

So let me stop rambling!

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Stone stood at Kali's headstone, uncaring about how harsh the rain was pouring down onto him. His old Marine uniform was getting soaked along with his hair, it sticking to his skin and covering his view of the words he had memorized over the past few months.

In Loving Memory of

Ashok Manish Kumar

June 6, 1989 - November 13, 2018

A son, a veteran, and a soon-to-be fiancé. May he rest in peace.

Despite being the one to have had those words engraved on the headstone, they still made Stone's fists curl up as his chest felt heavy. His breaths came out in short, shaky puffs, his eyes prickling with tears that he could barely hold back.

It wasn't fair, he thought to himself. It wasn't fair that Kali wasn't here and it definitely wasn't fair that Kali's killer had been acquitted.

It had been two weeks since the trial for Kali's murderer had ended with the jury acquitting said killer and time did not soothe Stone's anger. He felt bitter at the judge, the jury, at the world.

And he just knew that the murderer had only been acquitted because the jury had been bribed, hell even the judge was bribed. Corruption and crime ran rampant in this city and everyone turned a blind eye to it.

No longer.

Stone took a deep, steady breath before turning on his heel and leaving the cemetery. Despite how odd he looked wearing his uniform and not having an umbrella, he blended in easily with the crowd, keeping his head down as he walked to his destination.

Fury and a sense of righteousness fueled every step he took as he neared the alley where he knew Kali's murderer, that damned Jacob Nelson, was getting high with his friends.

The same alley where Kali was murdered.

He reached over to grab his sidearm from its holster, his brown eyes dark with vengeance. He cocked the safety off and took a step into the alley.

Only, the alleyway changed into somewhere with strands of gold all around him. The energy in this place was charged, like he was at the source of everything in the universe. And he wasn't alone.

There was a very tall, brown-skinned woman—no, not a woman. Stone was in the presence of a goddess.

He could tell by the way her eyes are just two balls of light, the golden balls making it hard for him to look at her face. But what little he could see of her, he could make out that she looked ethereal. The golden strands around him were all connected to her, wrapped around her fingers and limbs.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice cold as always ever since Kali got killed. He lifted one hand to block out some of the light that was pouring out at of her.

The goddess smiled, her elongated canines showing and glinting in the natural light she exuded. "Mm, you should be careful whose names you ask for, Vikram. Names have meaning and you wouldn't want to give a dangerous deity more power than they already have," she said, her accent thick but indistinguishable.

It was like she was not even of this universe, which Stone didn't exactly think was possible. Especially since she knew his real name.

"But you have nothing to fear from me, though you would not be able to pronounce my name even if you tried," she continued, her head tilting in thought as to what Stone could call her. She thought for a while before humming in content. "You can call me... Time."

Stone narrowed his eyes at her, briefly wanting to roll them at the way she seemed to view herself so highly to call herself "Time".

"Alright, Time, what do you want with me?" His voice was laced with wariness, not trusting her in the slightest.

After all, he did have a murderer to kill.

Time didn't seem bothered by his wariness. "I know what you're about to do, Vikram. You're about to kill your beloved boyfriend's killer," she announced, like she was announcing the weather. "And I'm here to try and stop you."

"Stop me? Why?"

"Because, Vikram, if you do this..." She paused before stroking one of the golden strands attached to her and then letting it go. "If you do this, your future will be set into stone. You're at a crossroads, dear mortal. You have the power to turn away and to get a life of happiness again, or you can kill Jacob Nelson and cement your future as one that ends in tragedy."

"Why is this moment in particular special?" Stone asked, huffing at the notion. "Who's to say my fate can't change down the line?"

Time's power increased, causing the golden strands to get brighter. "Once you start killing in the name of justice, you won't stop. I've seen it, Vikram Mishra." Her voice was dark, full of anger and she tugged on the golden strands connected to her, drawing Stone's eyes to them.

"These golden strands are timelines and I see them all. Past, present, future of all every single universe. That is why I am Time. And all I have seen, in every variation of your universe that I can see, you will never stop killing in the name of justice once you start. And from then on, you will take the weight of the world on your shoulders, you will burden yourself with every guilt one could possibly place on themselves. You will be hunted for your crimes and you will die the way you've spent most of your life, alone."

Her power softened, bright but less so. "That is only if you kill Jacob Nelson," she murmured, her voice soft like her power. "You still have time to give yourself the happy ending you want. Do not let grief stand in the way of what Ashok wanted for you."

"Don't say his name like you knew him," Stone said with a growl. He tightened his hold on the gun in his hands. "He was everything to me, the ground I walked on. Life is already a tragedy without him."

"Don't do this," Time repeated, eyeing him with a stare so intense, Stone felt it in the core of his very being.

A pocket of space opened up, one that would send Stone back into that alleyway. A way for Stone to come back to what he was planning on doing, to get the justice he was itching for.

He had opened it, his grief too raw for the goddess to contain.

"Don't step through there, Vikram! Go home! Go home and get your happy ending."

Stone raised his gun, prepared to shoot as soon as he stepped through the pocket of space.

It was tempting to abandon his need for justice, to try and heal like Ashok probably wanted him to. But Ashok wasn't here to tell him to let go of his anger.

"I can't. Justice must be served."

With those words, Stone stepped through the pocket of space and as soon as he saw Jacob Nelson in his sights, he went for a headshot. The shot rang out and rang true.

Nelson's friends abandoned his corpse, scrambling when the blood splattered across their bodies. Curses filled the air, all of them not wanting to be the next one on Stone's list.

Soon, only Stone and Nelson's corpse were in the alleyway. Stone felt the air get heavy, like his fate was cementing and if Time was right, then it was. And Stone didn't have the will to care about it.

He cocked the safety back on the gun and waited for it to cool, watching the blood on the ground flow into the sewers with the rain. The air smelled like gunpowder mixed with the rain, but it calmed him nonetheless.

"For Ashok, I'll kill every criminal. I will be Justice and damn my own fate," he murmured into the night.

When the sirens sounded like they were coming closer, he disappeared, already planning his next kill.

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Did I also take this as an opportunity to insert one of the deities in the new pantheon/OCs I'm creating? Yes, yes I did.

So technically, Serial Killer!Stone wasn't just told about his fate, he also chose it. Also, he sounded a bit like the Dark Knight there at the end, whoops.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

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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.

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high priestess!mārīte is eepy right now, and is snuggling up next to maecetis. ig even immortality itself cant pry a good nap from her hands. imagining shes too nervous to actually *touch* maecetis, so shes just like... 3cm away from touching her instead. and shes somehow *very* content with that

;; thinking of how cat mode hp!mārīte probably looks like shes worth a million bucks, with the gold shes wearing. as a *cat*.

imagine setting her loose on a street. wowza. ppl would try to hunt the poor girl down instantly ;-;

Maecetis: *gently pulls High Priestess!Mārīte closer to her*

I feel like people have tried to hunt High Priestess!Mārīte down because of how much gold she wears, but they quickly learned the hard way that they should in fact not do that. Maecetis has killed a few mortals for the message to not mess with her high priestess to sink in.

Anyone who sees a cat with a ton of gold on said cat knows they should not hunt the cat down. They know better now.

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butcher might just risk it and try to get the gun from serial killer!stone

also im still imagining theyre in the middle of a street so. stones bold as hell to do that

The people are used to seeing Serial Killer!Stone with a gun. Actually, I'm surprised the cops haven't been called, considering he has stayed in one place long enough for them to be able to capture him.

Maecetis is staring at the the strand that is allowing her to see into the universe and she's telling High Priestess!Mārīte to bring Sammy back to his original universe. Neither Butcher or Serial Killer!Stone are supposed to die today, so someone has to stop them.

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hey imagine if hp!mārīte was caught so off guard, that stone actually manages to kill her with a well aimed strike? :)

mm yummy angst of him first burying his daughter, and then, years down the line, killing someone who looks painfully similar. :)

Maecetis: I'm going to kill him.

Serial Killer!Stone: Please do.

Life: Haha, what if we don't do that and I just bring her back to life?

I don't think the angst can come to fruition. Maecetis and Life won't let it.

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i am mildly interested in the life deity you have;; and why theyre siding with hp!mārīte in trying to get her away from void. void is, unfortunately, still alive and well djhgdsk

We're just going to call them Life, because I refuse to flesh them out enough to give them a name. (Though, I guess I'll eventually do it now they're being taken out of their enclosure to explain themselves.)

Anyways, it's less that they're siding with High Priestess!Mārīte and more like they just want me to let them go to Maecetis. The rest of the pantheon wants to make sure she knows they all love her.

So like, they just want to crash this dinner to reveal themselves. Also, they kinda want to see what kind of being Void is, they're so curious about it.

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high priestess mārīte, internally: *s c r e a m i n g*

shes sitting as far away from void as possible

steph: oh? i shouldnt be trusted with the kitchen. not like we really *need* to eat. but when we do, melz likes to just manifest the meals or treats. a perk of his powers

yeah. so. well. ig theyre just having tea that literally just got spawned in. and cupcakes, but void may hoard all of them for itself smh

;;; mārīte might just gag at how void eats. sigh. its a personal favorite party trick of mine that void has. cuz. yeah. handy dandy diagram

Deity of Life, staring at the diagram: Maybe I should just go and save the child (High Priestess!Mārīte) from having to see that.

Me: First of all, go back to being silent. Second of all, this is funny.

Maecetis' family are gnawing at the bars of their enclosures. Begging to be fleshed out.

Maecetis is thankful she didn't have to cook, honestly.

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high priestess, trying to excuse herself as politely as she can: oh no... i think serial killer stone is up to... something... i should go and check up on him :)

high priestess, at me: let me out let me out let me out let me out let me the FUCK out holy FUCK. PLEASE.

to be fair, void is a little fucking freak, so kinda a justified reaction fdjkghds

Maecetis: Oh, Serial Killer!Stone is fine. Killing criminals as usual, but he's fine. I'm keeping an eye on him, don't you worry.

She's asking Steph about recipes. Because she wants to know what they'd all like to eat.