#the Accolyte

[wherestheconspiracy]

Can I take a moment of your time?

If you loved this show or even if you just like my content I would be very appreciative if you could sign this petition for us to try and save it. Or even if you're as angry as a lot of us that the streamers only count the viewer numbers of the first 30 days of any show, then PLEASE SIGN. This trend is destroying good TV and fandom by not allowing shows to grow organically even when they're critically acclaimed. We are losing so many brilliant, unique, (suspiciously queer 👀 there I said it) shows and at some point we need to put it our foots down. I think Dead Boy Detectives has become this for so many people.

We're making waves, we're trending, we're streaming so much that Dead Boy Detectives is in the Top 5 Everyone's Watching List in multiple countries. Or was No.1 in the UK for two days, and it's now at No.3. There is hope, for once, I like to think. The cast and crew are supporting us with the hashtags (a massive thing!), but every signature makes a difference.

Link here:

https://chng.it/7StBTPPMrF

And if you haven't seen it yet, please give it a chance. The unexpected bomb of Baby Reindeer drowned it in the algorithm on release, but despite that is critically acclaimed, with a 92% review score, a 99% audience score and has made the Best TV lists in what has be 30 articles worldwide right now. NOONE understands why it was cancelled. From the brainchild of SPN writers, starring Ruth O'Connell (our beloved Rowena), directed by Richard Speight Jr, it is the perfect replacement for SPN.

It's a beautiful, spooky and quirky show all about friendship, ghosts, mystery; and with so much heart it'll feel like your own is bursting out of your chest, all the while dealing with important issues like grief, death, shame and toxic abuse. This show was an bright spot in a really difficult year for me, and it will be the show I recommend for everyone. I haven't felt this way about a show since Sense8, and so you should all watch it and sign.

Available to stream on Netflix.

Similar shows we've lost along the way after one season: Lady Jane, Lockwood and Co, 1899, The Accolyte and so many more...

[we-crazy-feet-me]

Being a star wars fam sucks 😑😑😑

[movieposters1]

[sillyas]

why are we not talking about this.

I'm your nightmare.

I'm your nightmare.

[underbridgethings]

[beatriceportinari]

This neither confirms nor deny the leo allegations btw bc she could have lied <3

[flokali]

Hi!! I am brainrotting and cannot get it out of my mind, so I thought to share. A very simple thought.

Accolyte Zhongli. Very willing to please et cetera. But biting him? Like come on, biting a Dragon? Is it ownership? Is it playful bite? You know, the sudden urge to bite someone (or is it just me?). So biting a very willing Zhongli.

Sobbing. This will haunt me for a while.

Slight NSF_W

Thinking so many thoughts... happy belated valentines day every1 ><

Warnings: NB! Reader, yandere!Zhongli, SAGAU, implied Dom!Reader/Sub!Zhongli, unhealthy relationship dynamics, biting, soft-violence (?), possessive behavior, jealousy, ask to tag!

Dragons in Liyue are known to be loyal, fierce, and elegant; the stories always describe them as powerful beasts who are to be respected, with sincere hearts and wisdom beyond a mere mortal’s understanding.

In a way, such behaviors did translate to your acolyte, Zhongli. He was one of your oldest followers, not just in age but time serving you, over six millenia he has existed and can proudly state he’s worshiped you for most of it. You would think that the years would have mellowed him out, polished up the edges of his devotion, soothe the tempest in his heart into a much milder dribble, and yet – you knew very few of your acolytes who could rival the passion he seemed to hold towards you.

The relationship between you and all of your followers was strange, at least to you — going from a normal person to being worshiped as a God was not an easy process, much less in a world as different from your own as Teyvat was to Earth — however none were perhaps as strange as the relationship between you and Zhongli.

He is always at your side, from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep. At first, his insistence on being your attendant had been met with heavy resistance from the others but his stubbornness greatly overpowered their annoyance; no matter what rotation you were in, Zhongli was always by your side.

You knew of his vessel, Morax, the large dragon that he’d used to fake his death, and you knew that “Zhongli” wasn’t his true form – you just hadn’t guessed some traits would have seeped into the other form or maybe it was simply part of his personality.

He was possessive and overprotective over you, it was like an internal struggle between submission and the need to monopolize you was constantly going on in his head, yet he refused to outwardly admit it.

“I am simply concerned for you, Your Grace.” He’d say whenever you’d bring up his overbearing nature, considering that he and the rest viewed you as an all-powerful being, you’d think he’d have more trust in your ability to protect yourself. And yet, whenever he’s allowed, he’ll always attempt to deter you from leaving his side. At some point you realized it was probably for his sake rather than your own, but by then you had grown endeared to the man and decided to allow it anyway.

Even as your most loyal follower who you spent most of your days with, Zhongli had his quirks and habits about him that simply baffled you – no matter how many days you’d spent with the former Archon, there were just things he’d do and say that’d leave you questioning all you knew about him prior.

All you really knew about him before was reduced to what had been revealed in game, from the Traveler’s perspective and the NPC’s who’d speak about him. Meeting him and interacting with him quickly let you know that his personality, at least when directed towards you, was quite different from what you had assumed from your previous observations.

An example of such discrepancies was his obsessive need to please you.

The traditional Liyue clothes you once complimented him on? Most of his wardrobe has changed to include such attires more frequently. The hair accessory you bought him once when you traveled to Fontaine? You don’t think you’ve seen him without it since. That one time you complimented him when he wore warmer tones? It seems his closet has been rid of any other color.

It was unsettling if not a bit cute, who wouldn’t be a little bit flattered to know their opinion held such weight to a man such as Morax; but it was only a matter of time before it all escalated

Somewhere, at some point, your relationship with Zhongli changed – morphing into something more complex than you would have expected. You would soon wonder if he was classified more so as a lover or some sort of concubinus than a mere helper, his role as an attendant seeming more like a guise so he could spend his time with you each day.

Fleeting touches now lasted longer, the feeling of his hot gaze on you burned stronger with every passing moment, it was a natural escalation; kisses now were no longer restrained to the hand, they now landed on your lips, your cheeks, your neck, wandering hands found their home in your waist and the small of your back.

When he told you he loved you, you knew not if he spoke as a devotee or a lover.

It was during a heated make out session that you found out his weakness to being marked and claimed, much to your surprise. He’d been quite insistent on not leaving a single mark on your person, not a hickey or bite, you guessed it must have been a preference but never asked about it either. You decided that, for the time being, you would avoid the topic until it naturally came up - and up did it come.

You had been on top of him, sitting on his lap and caressing his hair as your lips danced with one another’s, his golden eyes were shut tight in pleasure as he let you use his lips and body as you wished. His hands rested on your waist, tightly gripping at your robes and skin as he desperately clung onto your body. Soft whines left his lips periodically, his breathing was quick and you could feel his heart beating where your chests met.

You playfully decided to trail kisses across his face, at first he whined when he felt the loss of your lips on his but he soon fell quiet – other than a few moans and whimpers – as you left open mouthed kisses into his skin and down his neck.

It’s there that, in the heat of the moment, you decide to bite his neck, leaving a small hickey on his flushed skin. His reaction is immediate; his head falls backwards, his whole body heats up and you feel something stiffen below you, his face burns a bright red as a loud moan escapes his lips. His grip on you tightens, his fingers digging into your skin to a point you are certain it’ll leave a mark, and his heartbeat quickens; pleasure basically radiates off of his body the minute your teeth nib at his neck.

You stop, teeth sunken into his skin and hand tangled in his hair, his reaction so lewd and surprising you become flustered and stop dead in your tracks.

Zhongli, however, only pulls you tighter into his body, using a hand to press your face deeper into his neck, as if urging you to use more force in your bite – timidly you give in and nibble into his flesh, further deepening the imprint of your teeth in his skin. His whole body feels hot to the touch, his mind feels hazy, your soft bites into his skin send shockwaves through him.

You had no idea what you were doing to him, did you? Or else you wouldn’t have been so careless when picking the spot, but it doesn’t matter, in this moment of intense pleasure, the former Archon decides to give into delusion and believe you knew the meaning behind biting a draconic being such as himself — and in the neck of all places as well.

Old traditions dictate that a bite mark, especially in the jugular or neck, was a sign of ownership. It was often that mates would mark each other in the neck with enough force to leave scars, sinking sharp teeth into one another with ironic tenderness. It showed trust and care for the other, both to be marked and leave a mark, as it required vulnerability and care from both parties. It was a deeply intimate act, one that would be reserved to life-long partners and mates, it was a gesture of possessiveness and devotion tinted with love.

If he were to be honest, Zhongli would have thought himself to be the one to mark you instead of the other way around, it’d been something he’d often fantasized at night before your arrival, and yet, as he felt your — significantly duller teeth — bite into him he could feel his admiration and love for you grow as he became yours; even if you may not have known.

He’d always imagined himself on top of you, your naked form beneath him, as he sunk his canines into your flesh until he tasted your holy blood. He’d imagined himself cradling your pleasure stricken body while you moaned his name, a sinful sound coming from a divine being. Instead, it is himself that lays within your grasp, panting in ecstasy as he holds himself back from coming completely undone and showing a depraved side of himself even he did not know of.

If he was honest, he almost wishes you’d draw blood, sink your teeth so deep into his skin it breaks layers of flesh and leaves a deep scar that could never heal – a sign of your favoritism and ownership, one that he could proudly say was unique to him. If only you weren’t so careful with him, so scared of hurting him; he means no offense, but your current form is significantly weaker than his and he’s survived wars most have not heard of; even if you wanted to sink your nails into his skin and carve your name into his body, he thinks his strength and shear devotion to you alone would prove the pain to be nonexistent.

A gasp of your name leaves his parted lips, it’s erotic - the way his pink lips let a symphony of pleasured sounds - a wave of hormones rushing through his body, sending his brain into overdrive.

You look up at him, not having expected such a lewd reaction, but the sight of his half-lidded eyes as they burn into your own sends a hot-buzz down your spine. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bloodied as he bites them, his bare chest is heaving up and down; the expression on his face is orgasmic. His loose hair sticks to his forehead as sweat runs down his temples, clearly your gesture had taken quite an effect on him.

You slowly remove your lips from their spot, about to question his reaction - wondering if you’d perhaps crossed a line, but he stops you with a crooked smile and warm hands against the back of your head.

“It is okay, Your Grace,” he whispers, tongue darting to wet his drying lips, he guides your head back into his neck, “bite me all you want, my neck is yours for the taking.”

You giggle a bit at his eagerness, feeling his hard-on press against your ass. You playfully adjust yourself in his lap, softly nipping at his neck before biting down in a new spot.

“Ha-ah,” he moans once more, you feel him startle beneath you, “don’t be afraid to draw out blood, either… in fact, please, feel free to do so.”

He can only hope you take on the challenge, eager to flaunt your lovely bites to Neuvillette and any poor soul that even so much as thinks of questioning his position in your life.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

So imagine this. Creator reader is constantly surrounded by their accolytes. And for fariness Creator reader spends time individually with each and everyone of them.

Baby Freminet would be absolutely adorable being shy and flustered but because he is so wholesome,and knows how creator is weak to wholesomeness. Do you think he would use his adorableness as an advantage to spend more time with Creator??

Brainrotting over platonic baby freminet. (I like to call him baby freminet)

Oh heck yes. OH HECK YESS FREMINET. LET'S DO THIS >:)

FREMINET IS THE CREATOR'S CHILD (NOT CLICKBAIT LOL)

(Warning: Might Be OOC!)

Oh, you are having the time of your life. You may be weak to wholesome, but you will gladly die weak for Freminet. HE IS SO ADORABLE, and that is not saying a lot :D

Freminet is indeed shy, and easily flustered. He would not use his adorableness because a) he does not realize HOW CUTE he is, and b) you kind of intimidate him—in a good way, of course!

At first, it was very awkward—Freminet doesn't know what to do or say as you spoil him rotten. Some of things you gifted, he doesn't even know what to do with! And, being with the House of the Hearth, he feels like he's spending less time with his siblings and his Father by spending more time with you.

Of course, you're the kind that got along with practically anyone. So you made more time with the House of the Hearth, which does make Freminet less worried and more relieved.

The more you get to know Freminet, the more he gets comfortable with you. He sort of gets overwhelmed with your mass affection and clear favoritism towards him (He sometimes hides behind his swimming helmet because of it) and that kinda just...eggs you on to continue to spoil him.

YOU'RE WEAK TO WHOLESOME, AND YOU'RE PROUD!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Yes, I have eaten up my words—this took FAR LONGER than it needed sobbing. But woohoo, I did it! SOMETHING IS FINALLY OUT SOBBING. I PROMISE YOU I AM VERY MUCH ALIVE—JUST VERY DEAD.

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[thebellekeys]

imma need you people to fill me in on sprina. i am your humble accolyte and new recruit. i want the lore, the tea, clips and gifs and pics in my ask box.

[guardian-insect]

Oh kind weird beetle thing. May I have a grub to care for like my child?

My grubs are reserved for those under my protection, either the humans assigned to me or respected accolytes of Eloheim. However, if you dig in the dirt you may find a friend and grub.

[oogalaboogalabich]

Currently working on Durgetash scene that may never be published so im gushing about it here for self encouragement and attention.

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where Astarions watching Durge help Enver up after dude stumbles. Gortash got up so fast his blood pressure dropped and his bum knee acted up.

Dude trips and durge is ON it. Catches him n they have their lil meet-cute moment.

Astarion's fumin watching these two middle aged dudes get all wide eyed and lose 20 years between them in their smiles.

- is like Excuse me who is this Upstart Fake (and hideous. Not ruggedly hansome at all. Nope.) Noble? Durge has to have better taste than this, surely.

But then Orins lackeys show up at the corronation thing, and he has to watch as Durge's normal

"swingin two hammers to terminally bonk things while narrowly avoiding astarion half the time"

is just abandoned entirely in leu of

"artfully spinning in a haze of flying daggars and flourished cape swings while back to back with Gortash like two mufukkin dancers"

Bro bro is feelin territorial and tries to show off how HE has durge now, necking/kissing them all passionate n shit after plans and alliances are made -off in a sort of corner at the entranceway to the great hall.

And gortash sees. Of course he does. Astarion made sure it would be entirely visible. Durge is into it, he doesnt remember too many details bout enver. Just little snippets of memory. but its enough to have his feelings all churned up.

Durge Loves the extra attention from astarion and hams it up a bit to make them feel a little better about all of this. Durge may be a bit of an ass and something of an emotional sadist. So he knows astarions steamin at the ears about gortash and decides to encourage whatever rivalry ol boy tries to initiate. Dude gets a little loud with the moaning and feels them teeth grinning all smug-like under his jaw.

gortash just enjoys watching durge writhe and get loved on like that. Just like old times honestly. This is fairly similar to something pre-tad durge did a lot. Theyd pick someone they thought might stand a chance against the would-be tyrant. Theyd prance and prowl about with them in full view for a few tendays, and then turn the tables in hopes of provoking one of them into agressing the other. Gortash never once made the first move, but he always dealt the final blow. And gods Durge was insatiable after seeing the man kill for him.

The one time both parties had come to an arrangement without a fight had ended in carnage regardless. After an exceptional and lengthly dalliance in Bhaals temple, Envers 'rival' had served as a fine meal between a few of Durges favored accolytes.

No. Enver is decidedly unbothered by this display.

When Astarion looks over at Enver to gauge his reaction, dude just lifts an eyebrow, gives our vampire a little unimpressed once over and scoffs/smirks before leaving the hall.

[indigofyrebird]

Five stages of grieving The Bad Batch

Denial: it won't be that bad, there are other shows.

Anger: this is bad, the worst. Tales of the Empire? F you!

Bargaining: maybe if I buy another t shirt I'll feel better.

Depression: I'll never love another show the same way again. I miss Hunter and Crosshair and Omega and Wrecker and Echo and Tech. I don't WANT to love another show the same way again.

Acceptance: ok, maybe the Accolyte will be cool?

[we-crazy-feet-me]

They desserved better.

[taryn40k]

I tried to go to bed, then my brain went "What did March look like as a young inquisitorial accolyte?" and so I was forced to stay awake and draw. XD

[theboyonthehighcastle]

The Acolyte Was CANCELED and They CANNOT Stand It!

And nothing important is lost! GET REKT ACCOLYTE!

[definesanity]

Sagau becomes my new obsesion and I have stupid idea and sorry if my english is bad that not my first language

Image creator au but the creator can go to visit other worlds like pokemon world and befriending arecus, and after one of the visit reader brings back as pet their favorit pokemon (mine is nidoran and I belive in nidoran supremacy) as new pet, or they return form one of the visit form the other world with a kid and says to accolytes that they are must preaper to cnoquer that world becose a) there is no creator in that world and b) that kid was so much mistreated in that world becose of the reasons beyond kids control and they adopted that kid as thier child.

Me going to Drakengard 3: Adiós

But, seriously; I can certainly see Darling visiting many, many worlds.

Acolytes: ...What have you got there, Divine One?

Darling, with a Pikachu: A smoothie.

(and don't worry, your English is fine :D)