Madarasgirl - Lover To Madara & Alucard

Do you think madara is considered attractive in canon universe by it's standards ?

I think Madara is, like all Uchiha, considered conventionally attractive, but that's only if people can get close enough (literally and figuratively) to see them. We see this most with Sasuke and Itachi. Though they were both exceptionally talented shinobi as children, their power level at that stage in their lives was still within human limits. Others could get close to them in a physical sense and know them somewhat on a personal level, even if they were emotionally closed. They were both seen as attractive Uchiha boys/men.

We don't know how others perceived Madara's physical appearance before he went off the rails, but Madara was for most of his adult life considered the strongest Uchiha in history, a god for lack of a better word.

The only interaction we ever see between Madara and anyone referring to anything about him as a man with a woman is when Mei (the 5th Mizukage) stated she'll pass on him. In my opinion, she saw him as attractive enough to be with if he was a 'normal' person, but he's just too destructive and dangerous to consider such an arrangement with. Madara's reputation was absolutely terrifying and preceeded him everywhere he went, even moreso after people met him in the flesh. Who would DARE think of him as anything other than a battle demon?

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DAY1: Brotherly Love

S/O Complimenting Madara and Alucard's Appearance

Madara

(That child shouldn't have been afraid of this face)

Madara is extremely shocked. Your comment was so unexpected he didn't know how to respond, so he only stares at you for a few moments

Seriously, everything is pretty. His eyes, the brows, his nose, the cheekbones, lips, back, hands, shoulders, hair, legs, his yummy BUTT!

His toned physique is entirely a result of his training and all for function. Madara is a practical man, but don't ask about his long hair. He's just too strong and even his waist-length mane isn't a hindrance in battle. His appearance was never a concern as long as he was presentable

Madara doesn't bother himself with thoughts of whether he's handsome or not, but loves your sincere compliments even if he tries not to let it show. If you want to see the rest of his face more often, he'd tie his hair back (including the bangs) and forego his iconic look for you. That's love

Alucard

Ohhhhh boy. This ancient creature has no filter and knows no one can make him stop. He can be much more flamboyant with his affections towards his S/O

At first, he is surprised as well. People acknowledge how well he kills things. No one important ever compliments him on his looks. His eyes widen, before they glitter with warmth and he gets coy again. He's feeling so tender, his form falls apart and he's a pool of shadowy eyes before he pulls himself back together and puts you on his lap

As @thirstyforlulu said, Alucard will respond, "Thank you love, I designed this face myself." 🤣 Then he'll (not) jokingly ask what other features you prefer on your men (if that's your cup of tea) and he will create them on himself for you, exaggerating those features to extremes to get a laugh out of you before changing back to more reasonable proportions

He wears the form with your favourite face most often, and is almost exclusively in that form around you

Tbh shipping Madara with any Senju is so disrespectful to his character and his grief after losing Izuna. Many people on Tumblr don't give a fuck about his feelings, and they create fanart and fanfics about Madara as though the founders knew only each other, nobody else. While in reality, they were surrounded by hundreds of people: their own men, merchants, diplomats, enemies, and so on. There's too much to handle for each of them to have the time to hold hands and kiss with the enemy

It feels as though people who only read shoujo try to direct a war movie

Benefits Package St. Valentine's Special Part 2 (Alucard x Fem Reader)

Please see Part I for overall notes; this is sensual/Reader being looked after; blood/biting mention, but there is nothing sexual (sorry!). Part II takes place at an as-yet-unspecified time after Part I.

Your life was routine as it could be, given that you worked for a woman who casually used the world's most fearsome monster as a weapon. You woke up--sometimes in your bed, sometimes where you had crashed after another late night at work--worked your way through whatever Sir Integra needed from you, ate your simple meals, and then worked well into the night attending to all the small things that were always getting postponed to take care of the types of crises the Hellsing Organization got called on to make go away.

You rubbed your hands together and yawned. Probably best to stop soon; this was detail work and best not done when you were this tired. And, as your stomach unceremoniously reminded you, hungry.

You realized that--

"You haven't eaten dinner yet, little human."

You still jumped whenever Alucard manifested himself, but you generally didn't shriek anymore. "You're right, I should go to the kit--"

"No," Alucard said, offering you a hand as you got out of your chair. You were surprised to see he was just wearing his suit. He looked much more...formal without his duster. As always, he was devastatingly beautiful, red eyes and lustrous hair, just the perfect length--slightly unruly, but not overly long.

"It's too late for the kitchens," he said, in a strangely--and seductively--commanding tone. "I have prepared something already."

"That's very kind, thank you."

Alucard offered you a strong arm and your fingers slid over the fine wool of his suit. You were not a tiny thing, but you felt it as he guided you down the halls. He was not so casual or modern as to touch the small of your back or to intertwine fingers; no, in these moments, whatever of the Old Aristocrat, the boy who had been part of a class that saw itself as separate and superior and demanded expressions of that superiority through the flawless performance of prescribed ritual, manifested itself. He walked in march time, gaze always straight ahead, and it was fascinating to see this vestige of court drill still embedded him after all this time.

He opened the door to one of the dining rooms, where the table was appointed with a lace tablecloth, candlesticks, fine dining china, a variety of elaborate ice-packed serving trays, and tools. Laid over one chair was something made of fine-looking, semi-translucent fabrics.

Alucard had taken hold of your shoulders and was rubbing circles with his thumbs as he leaned down and whispered in his deep, plush voice, "Your clothes must be uncomfortable after such a long day. Perhaps those would be more pleasurable."

The part of you that had developed a million different defense mechanisms to shield the soft, romantic core of your heart almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. What ancient and forgotten wardrobe had he found this--goodness, it was an honest-to-God 1930s peignoir and negligee set--garment in? Some inner voice stopped you though, told you that, strange as it might seem, laughing would deeply wound him.

"Let me change," you said. "It's so thoughtful of you--I am sure it will be so much more comfortable."

You availed yourself of an attached cloakroom and grumbled when you realized how right Alucard was: it felt divine to shuck off your skirt suit. It fit fine, but any outfit with waistbands and buttons and pantyhose was going to feel tiresome after a 12+ hour workday. The cotton of the nightgown was incredibly soft and you actually felt beautiful when you saw how it showed hints of your lingerie underneath and showed off your décolletage. The silk of the robe caressed and soothed in all the ways that nylons never could.

Alucard met you in the doorway, first smothering your hand in kisses, and then once again offering his arm so he could escort you to the table. The candles were lit and the table was set with smoked salmon and a variety of caviars on ice. A flute of champagne was already bubbling away. He pulled out your chair for you and then took a seat to your left. You began plucking plump looking pieces of smoked salmon and digging into the caviar vessels with a spoon (a proper mother-of-pearl spoon, of couse). The grey-golden pearls and the iridescent streaks in the spoon glistened in the candlelight.

It was so good, the contrast of the fatty fish and the salty, briny caviar further cut by the dry, sparkling champagne. The fine, flimsy fabric allowed you to feel the intricate wood carving in the chair, the details in the upholstery's brocade, the depth of the pile of the carpet. This was incredibly relaxing, and you marveled at the vampire's ability to know how badly you had needed this.

Alucard watched you devour the caviar with an inscrutable look. He regarded his own goblet with a bit of resignation. You locked eyes with him and smiled very big to try and convey how appreciative you were.

"Sometimes, I miss the ceremony of feasting."

"Then feast from me."

The declaration surprised you both. "You freely offer this?" he asked. You nodded firmly, adding a verbal, "Yes, I do."

He reached out and took your hand, pulling you across his lap. You presented your neck to him, and here he did not hesitate. You gasped at the intrusion into you neck and whimpered as he drank: it was pain and pleasure and strange euphoria for both of you.

When he lifted his head up and took a deep breath of satisfaction, you lifted your own head up to kiss him, but he gently put a gloved finger to your lips and took a fine linen napkin off the table, blotting the blood that had been trickling down your neck, just before it stained your gown.

As he held the ruined napkin aloft, he chuckled. "Master will be so irritated," he said, boyish amusement in his eyes.

He insisted you eat a bit more to regain some strength and to be sure you were truly sated. When you could eat no more, you stood up and walked to his chair to ask to dance with you, but, as you opened your mouth to ask, you yawned.

He took you in his arms, eyes taking in your breasts, which were pressed into him, before he spoke. "Time to sleep, my dear."

You were about to protest, when you were taken by a sudden swoon of exhaustion. Alucard was staring at you intently.

"You allowed me to drink, and after such a long day, little human. We will dance another time." You opened your mouth again, not wanting this night to end, but he stopped you.

"I said, time to sleep, little human."

You began to drift off as though under a spell, but you knew Alucard was carrying you toward the bedroom where you usually slept when you worked late. In the bedroom, there was a dresser with a great mirror over it across from the bed.

The last thing you saw before you succumbed to slumber was a vision of yourself in the mirror, wrapped in diaphanous ivory, your body limp in the arms of a tall, well-built, dark-haired man who was gently lowering you into a soft bed. You were the Sleeping Beauty of your silliest fantasies that had been stoked by Disney films and fever-dream nineteenth century canvases. You hoped that the smile you felt in your heart had made it to your lips for Alucard to see.

When you awoke the next morning, not to an alarm, but to the gentle glow of the morning sun through the sheer drape, you could see in the giant mirror that your hair was rather attractively messy and the cotton nightgown, whisper-soft against your skin, enveloped you like a cloud. The silk and lace peignoir was arrayed at the foot of the bed as though it were staged for a photoshoot

Alucard had left your keys, pocketbook, and calendar on the nightstand. You used the bookmark to open your datebook, and without thinking, flipped to the next page to see what you had on for today.

You smiled softly and your eyes misted when you saw that today was February 15th.

Yo I’m a sucker for this trope in fics, movies, show etc. every time a pairing are getting intimate and one of them caresses their partner’s face and their partner just goes like…

IT JUST MAKES MY HEART GO LIKE

I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.

(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)

The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively “popular” by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because it’s a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.

So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.

I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And y’all this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.

First, if you go to Webnovel’s website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?

And that’s weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which… okay BUT! The authors don’t get paid! Look at that comment again. They’re promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. It’s basically, “post your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get… nice vibes?” I mean look at this Orwellian writing:

Using the phrase “pay-to-read model” in the same sentence as “qualitative changes in lifestyles for authors” deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But that’s not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.

Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that I’m a lawyer in the US.

I don’t do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!

Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authors’ writing without paying them anything.

Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).

Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that that’s ALL on the writer.

So that’s a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character you’re writing about and that they share your interests.

They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.

I see posts on here regularly from people who don’t understand how this stuff works, don’t understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.

Don’t deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.

I can see his reaction too. His eyes widen in surprise, then he'll smile in that enigmatic way of his. He knows it was a compliment, but he'll tell us that he hates the sun. Luckily we know he secretly thinks it's the most beautiful thing.

I could stare at his eyes forever