2 Madara I Did On Paper….

I know we all compare Alucard to a cat (rightfully so, the resemblance is uncanny) but have yall ever had a dachshund? Those adorable little shits are so clingy to the point where they want to crawl into your skin (and even that probably wouldn’t combat their clinginess)

I've never owned a dachshund

However

That sounds exactly like Alucard so

Hellsing au where everything is the same except Baskerville is a dachshund

I love your blog about madara 😭♥️, you could write about madara being a dad🧑‍🍼 i love imagining him being a dad😭🤰♥️

Thank you for the kind words! I love thinking about Madara as a dad too! He is so husband and dad-shaped. That’s why I waited so long to answer this ask, even though it’s one of my first ones! Because I love this ask and wanted to do it justice. I can only see Madara as a father in an AU where Konoha is actually democratic and fair towards the Uchiha. Since you didn’t specify what stage of life the child is in, I’m gonna write about how Madara might be throughout his child’s life. Warning: fluff ahead!

During pregnancy- Madara is going to be extremely protective and gentle with you. If you ever thought he was overboard before you were pregnant, he’s just extra now when you’re more vulnerable than ever. Even if he knows you’re a capable shinobi (or civilian), he won’t let any risk come to you and wants you to have the most relaxing pregnancy ever. He doesn’t even let you step on a chair to reach the higher cabinets! Sheesh. He’ll rub your swollen feet and take on more chores. When you worry about the possibility of your baby not developing into a model shinobi as expected of an Uchiha child, he scoffs at you. “We will love and raise our child no matter what. Do you think we burn our children just because they aren’t strong ninja?” He hates the idea of children as mere fodder or pawns in war. This is his precious baby for goodness sake!

Madara will often be by your side, to protect you, but also to spend time with you. He wants nothing more than for you to be happy and feel how much he loves you and the baby during these precious months. There is no way Madara will ever let you feel self-conscious about your appearance. To him, you’re more beautiful than ever (not only because he has a breeding kink, people. He actually finds your pregnant body stunning). He builds the baby’s crib and nursery with his own hands during this time.

Newborn- Madara is crazy protective. His baby is so tiny, fragile, and perfect. He’s terrified of hurting the newborn at first, but gets the hang of handling his baby very quickly. Madara is overjoyed from the birth of the Uchiha and proud of you for gifting him the greatest blessing of his life. Too much had gone wrong in his life and having both his child and wife emerge from the birth healthy seems unreal to him. He’s kind of obsessed with staring at his child and soaking in the cute baby sounds they make. He silently vows to do good by the child and protect them no matter what. You may think this traditional man might leave a lot of the child-rearing to the mom, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Madara is very involved with the care of the baby. It’s not like his desire for you to feel happy, loved, and cared for faltered since the birth. Of course he’ll help, especially knowing how tired you can be. He has to admit a newborn’s care requirements are quite demanding, and even more daunting than many missions.

Toddler- At this tender innocent age, when the child is more interactive, but still dependent on their parents, Madara melts with his child. We know Madara loves children, but also that they’re usually terrified of him. For one to not only be unafraid of him, but seek his company and even touch him? It’s enough to make him soft in the head.

Madara is protective (see a theme?) because he knows his young child has no means of defending themselves. It hurts, but he knows the shinobi world is harsh and strength is the only way for anyone to survive. He begins teaching his child basic skills like walking on water, perhaps through games. No techniques to fight yet. He wants to spare his child the harsh training he and his brothers endured from a horribly young age for even a few more years.

His child’s babbling speech is so endearing, but he isn’t the type to baby-talk. You make fun of him for talking like an old man to the child, but it’s what Madara does. Madara lets his child climb all over him, curl up in his lap, and reads to them while they play with his hair. He isn’t even upset when they yank. He just sits there to soak up the childish chattering and laughter. Expect this child to have exceptionally sophisticated speech patterns in the future!

Childhood- It’s time for proper ninja training. Madara will begin the long journey of passing everything he knows about battle onto his progeny. He’s a fair, but firm teacher and he isn’t cruel in his lessons. Battle tactics, basic jutsu, taijutsu, and weapon handling are in the books. His child is still very young and may not understand limits. Children can be harsh to each other and it’s Madara, a clan head who doesn’t enjoy beating up on the weak, who teaches his child compassion and the responsibility the strong have to protect those who depend on them. It’s a loving household they grow up in. Raised by you and Madara, the child grows into a strong, empathetic individual. Madara will feel like a failure if his child develops the Sharingan at any point in their life, even if he knew it was likely to happen.

Teenager- God help Madara and his kid. He raised them to be strong individuals, never expecting it to come back and bite him in the ass. They talk back using the same logic and sharp Uchiha roasts he instilled into them. It’s during these years his teenager pushes his boundaries to see how far they can go and they gain some independence through ninja missions, so Madara can’t keep as close an eye as he wants. He makes sure there are responsible adults watching over his child on missions, even if he can’t be there himself. He always worries about his child when they’re outside of the village, though he knows they are very powerful for their age.

Like other teens, his delinquent child can be dismissive of risk and hot-headed. It’s likely his child runs into a few of Madara’s many enemies at some point who try to leverage them against him. Regardless, Daddy probably showed up to save the day a few times when his child made reckless battle choices or bad decisions to rebel against his rules, decisions that could have costed them their life. Daddy Madara then dragged his child home to talk (and sometimes smack) some sense into them. He may be angry, but Madara was honestly scared stiff about losing his child.

If he has a daughter and she begins showing signs of interest in boys, Madara will seriously consider murder. Forget about the responsibility of protecting those who are weaker. “She will never date anyone,” he concluded, chakra flaring dangerously with distaste at the thought of any dirty boy who dared touch his baby girl.

Adulthood- Madara will remain a steadfast pillar of support and wisdom throughout his child’s life. He will always be the model his child looks up to. Madara is pretty easygoing, and would love nothing more than to spend carefree time together doing anything with you and your adult child. He cherishes every moment, knowing that shinobi can die at any time and it’s almost a miracle that his small family has survived until adulthood.

He will always love and support his baby. It doesn’t matter what painful situations and decisions being a shinobi will force his child into making, Madara will love them unconditionally no matter what, even if they ever end up on different sides of a conflict. That is what being family means.

A Night for Hunting Ch. 19 -Valentine's

C/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, canon-typical violence, gore, Millennium, battle-thirsty vampire, some shadow writing, OVA2 @alastorhazbin Words: 5511

Another reminder that Hellsing is NOT a fluffy show, despite all the fluff I wrote between Alucard and the Reader.

An excerpt is under the cut

“Feeling sorry for yourself?” His voice slithered through the darkness, a soft rasp like a cat’s tongue, but it was oil on fire.

You bristled at his callousness, the false niceties rapidly forgotten here away from the prying outsiders. “You brought on all these problems of mine! All I wanted was a quiet life, not the spotlight on my face everywhere I go!”

He said nothing.

“It isn’t fair!”

His silence dominated like midnight frost, twin lights glinting as he opened his eyes, his pupils like pitch within an incandescent carnelian.

“Fair? ‘Fairness’ is but a pretty word, a reassuring concept for the weak of will who demand a seat at the table. The world simply is not fair, Dear.”

“The things they say about me! About you!”

“Should steel be bowed by the breeze? Or a boulder be moved by something as intangible as words? Their utterances are the mere rabble of the masses.”

“You make it sound derivative. Words can cut as deeply as physical wounds, Alucard.”

He laughed. “Only if you allow it.”

“You brought me here and that’s all you have to say?! You’ve never even defended me from their lies!”

“What would you have me do? Shall I present their heads on pikes? Or perhaps I shall still their tongues by commanding it so?” The blistering lights glowed with infernal power. “You will not find absolution from the rabble. Care not for their whispers.”

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You whimpered at the racket. The coffin smelled like Alucard, which was good –the scent of safety was always comforting, but the thunderclaps of what seemed like a million shots destroyed that illusion. It was almost deafening even from your enclosed space in another room. How could it be so loud? Was the throne room caving in? Were you getting buried with the rubble? Thank goodness for the coffin.

It began to glow blood red. Alucard wasn’t speaking to you, but you heard him all the same.

Releasing control restriction system…

Level 3, level 2, level 1.

Recognizing approval of Situation A according to the Cromwell invocation.

Commencing limited lifting of ability to use restrictions until the enemy before me has been rendered completely silent.

What was happening outside?! The temperature was plunging as bursts of light speckled your vision through the darkness in tune with the explosive banging.

Depraved aggression smacked into you. The vagaries of a bone-deep bloodlust came to him naturally. How Alucard longed for a good fight and a satisfying end. He was gloating and deranged. The gargling of a man’s screams drifted through the wooden walls of the coffin, though it was getting more distant. 

Exactly what was happening out there, you couldn’t tell, but you didn’t like it. The scene of many of Alucard’s targets desperately begging him for mercy was something you were accustomed to. There would be none.

You recalled the warmth of his toothy smile earlier tonight.

More far-off screaming. 

Your skin crawled. The dark lord of legend felt as foreign to you as a stranger, his glee almost drowning out your bond. It was disturbing.

“Luke Valentine! Excellent! I have not had this much fun in too long.” Someone else’s fear scrambled your head as Alucard egged on his enemy to show him more.

You aren't a monster Alu. You felt so small and insignificant.

The bloodlust went away as your vampire snapped out of it.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 20- Millennium

One of my fave panels of him 🥰

Uchiha Madara - Power

I think the ultimate funny thing about yandere alucard being so chill, is that I'm fucking dense. Like I miss social queues like I'm neo played by Forrest Gump. I wouldn't even know he was a yandere, I'd just be like "oh? I can't go places without you, or leave often, alright 🫡" I'd be either a blessing or a nightmare for him and it makes me giggle no matter what

Isn't he hilarious?! Alucard is pretty easygoing in many senses despite being a yandere, you could almost just explain away those qualities/yandere actions of his as being part of his quirkiness. But if he wants something, it's his way or the highway. Won't matter what anyone else thinks or how much drama he'll be stirring up haha.

I think he'd find that endearing about you! He loves all the peculiarities that comes with humans. And it's not like he's the most well-socialized being either. In some aspects, I think he has forgotten what it's like to be human. In other cases, he knows his behaviours are uncalled for, but what anyone else thinks is irrelevant to him and interacting with him (as long as we aren't enemies of Hellsing) would be a blast!

1000% I still can't believe Kishi just tossed out this great character he created and foreshadowed with such care for an alien no one cares about 😒

I didn't know what to ask you exactly, but since you're one of the first Naruto blogs I found, please give me any rant about Madara

@margretesonigiri

I will take this to the grave, Madara should have been the end all be all final boss of the Naruto series:

-Make him dumb OP and make his reveal worth looking at

-Drop hints about him throughout the series or make him a surprise better.

-No Moon Aliens

-No prophetic bullshit

I’m a writer and I wanna ask for help! I’ve been writing better lately but I got stuck from my old habits of using too many “you”. I’m an x-reader fic writer and I’m redoing an old fic I’ve made two years ago. I’m actually writing the earliest chapters of my fic and I’m trying to write out the banal scenes of the daily dose of Y/N’s life. So far, I’ve actually improved greatly in my writing skills but I couldn’t help write too many “you”-s when I couldn’t make it detailed for the rest of the scenes.

How to Avoid Overusing "You" in X-Reader Fiction

Hey there! This is a super common problem, which I touched on from another angle in my post How to Avoid Overusing "I" in a First Person Story. Basically, the trick isn’t to eliminate “you” completely (since it’s essential to the style), but to balance sentence structure and vary how scenes are described.

Here are some tips:

1. Remove Filtering

Instead of filtering every observation through “you,” describe things directly:

You hear the coffee pot beep in the kitchen. → The coffee pot beeps in the kitchen.

You see the sky turn gray outside. → Clouds gather, darkening the sky.

2. Balance Action with Description & Inner Thoughts

If every sentence starts with “you,” it can feel repetitive. Mix in setting details, dialogue, and inner monologue to help reposition the "you" to a different part of the sentence:

You open the fridge. You grab a drink. You sit down. → The fridge hums softly. Cold air brushes against your skin as you grab a drink. The chair creaks as you sit.

3. Remove “You” from Inner Thoughts

In second-person, we assume thoughts belong to the reader, so adding the "you" is often unnecessary.

You think to yourself, “This is a terrible idea.” → This is a terrible idea.

Hope this helps!

Such excellent taste.

Off-Label Sharingan Emotional Smut

Madara is a visual man, as I've said before. Often, he believes he sees the world too clearly and finds it an ugly place, but when it comes to you, his eyes are truly a blessing.

Scenario of what it's like for Madara and his fem!S/O to make love when his Sharingan is active, inspired by my Madara Sharingan HC

Warnings: NSFW, emotional porn, "inappropriate" use of Sharingan, creampie, facial Words: 689

You peered through your desirous haze at the crimson irises staring intently back at you. You thought by now, you should have been used to Madara's prolonged looks that meticulously captured every detail about you. It was like he saw through you. You shuddered with arousal as you were read and memorized like a favourite novel.

He shoved hard again and held himself there, his tip pushing against the back corner of your pussy, kissed by your walls and cervix.

Your eyes squeezed shut before rolling back. He could make out the muscles around your lips that pulled them into a thin line forming a pout. He predicted you were going to wrinkle your nose, furrow your eyebrows, and gasp next. You did. Gods, you were beautiful. He pulled back and hilted himself with force once more, needing to see you make that face again. And indulge him you did.

Madara groaned, his vision so acute he could see the nearly imperceptible glistening of sweat over your forehead, capture the quick pulse at your jugular and your twitching fingers with clarity. You reached for his face like he knew you were going to, so he dipped his head to meet you halfway, nuzzling his cheek into your begging palm. He knew every swirl of the fingerprints he loved, the patterns of your hands imprinted in his mind's eye.

His sight captured every faint line gracing your features, ones no one else would see, each line that surrounded your lips, nose, and eyes reminding him of your radiant smiles directed solely at him. The finest hairs on your skin that didn't register against his touch stood out to his eyes. Each tiny freckle scattered across your cheeks was visible, down to the variable shades of colour within the same spot, and the lustrous sheen of your hair was so glossy it looked like silk.

You were a feast for his eyes in every way. He would never understand when you fretted over one feature or another. You were even sillier when you attempted to conceal yourself from him because "he saw too clearly."

You did not possess his visual prowess, for you were not an Uchiha, though he should make you one. Still, you wouldn't understand the perfection that was your corporeal form. Never see what he sees. His heart warmed when you kept holding his gaze, your body open to him in complete trust and surrender. He knew from the tensing of your legs and the miniscule flickering of groin muscles what you were going to do next. He was close too.

You were still staring into his Sharingan, creating your own memories about those fiery glowing orbs, those doting eyes, when the pattern shifted. Commas bled into each other and spokes appeared in triplet. He caressed your bud in circles the way he saw you do once before, when he made you touch yourself for him. Your release hit as you felt Madara's cock vibrating, then liquid heat seeping from your connection. The pattern was spinning.

You came again, your folds embracing him as Madara emptied himself once more in your addictive pussy where he belonged.

You came again, quivering walls convulsing around his dick erratically. He rumbled deeply, the feral craving to claim you again possessing his animal brain. He pulled out against your whines of disapproval, ribbons of semen spraying from his shaft and falling to your chest and abdomen. As soon as you realized what he intended, your stunning face hungered for more. He could visualize the moisture that surrounded each taste bud as you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue for him, the pink flesh inviting him for more. Mine.

You came again. Oh? This time your hands clutched his hard biceps, your squealing sounding to the heavens as you bared your throat to Madara, grinding your hips on his to take him deeper. Madara held onto his orgasm for you until yours was completed. He withdrew, coming to a crouch over your chest as he aimed higher. Warm cum splashed until he had your pretty face covered, marked as his. MINE.

What most men don't understand is that "ruining you" means doing so for other men. Fucking and caring for you so very well that your expectations for how you are to be treated now exceed the abilities of any other who would even think to pursue you.