Right now it's a victim of DNS (Domain Name Service) spoofing. This means that a malicious party is trying to steal traffic from FFn by purchasing a very similar domain.

Correction:

The new "fake" site that people are seeing still belongs to FanFiction.net—they just misconfigured their servers and are not redirecting traffic from the bare fanfiction.net to the main site at www.fanfiction.net. There is likely no malicious agent. Didn't mean to scare anyone! Just wanted to let people know the site wasn't deleted!

So if you want to read fanfiction and not see leaves, you have have to type out "www.fanfiction.net".

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Back in 2016, when I was in sixth grade, I discovered Fanfiction Net and posted an interesting Warrior Cats fanfic. This video covers chapters 9-16, where things start getting unintentionally creepy. Little me wrote some things with implications that soared right over her head...

Or maybe I just read too much into everything lol

This author having a 'comment milestone goal' is just weird?? And will only update if a chapter has 100 comment?? Like why are you imposing such a strict standard to yourself and your readers? Why so obsessed over the numbers and graphic chart?

You are not a youtuber who try to make ends meet, you are writing a fanfic... Now I understand feeling discouraged if your story is not doing well. But this author's story is very popular and at the end of the day what's matter wen it comes to fanfic writing is: Fun

I think this is what the algorithmic based and popularity obsessed modern internet has brought upon fandom: Anxiety, FOMO, stress, and tying your self worth to engagement. I know obsessing over number is always been a thing but I think it has gotten worse in recent years. TDLR: Author held story hostage/guilt trip readers and wont update unless they got 50/100 comments per chapter

Clarke could only recall one other time she had felt so angry.

It had been in this very building, and it was Lexa who caused it then too.

When Anya had forced a bound Clarke to confront the Commander for the first time since she abandoned her on Mount Weather, Clarke was sure her whole body would erupt into flames from the rage alone. She didn’t think it was possible to ever feel wrath like it again.

That same feeling licked at her skin now though, the hot, unpleasant feeling itching under it as she marched towards the Commander’s room. It felt like her teeth were about to grind down to the nerves. She longed for the pain, the jolt of focus it would give her swirling thoughts.

Lexa knew.

She knew the coalition was starting to revolt against her. And she knew it was Clarke’s fault. Even if Clarke hadn’t intended it, this was the result of choices she made. Lexa had said nothing to her, given Clarke no warning of the political battlefield she was about to be used as a pawn on. Instead, Lexa had chosen to use Clarke for herself too. Given her back her fathers watch and told her it was just to keep the burden of having to provide for the other leaders off her shoulders.