#quotev fic

[lavenoorwarning]

Hello. I made this account to spread awareness on lavenoor. I don't want anyone to be harrassed; I made this to share my experience and shed light on what happened to me.

Warning for talk of grooming in the document.

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Hello. I’m writing this to spread awareness on Noor, formerly known as Violet on Quotev and Tumblr. Her current URL is lavenoor, and her pas

[fruitcoral]

Hello everyone,

Sorry that this isn't an update.

But, I am a small author on Quotev that goes by the username INTERTSELLAER. People call me Peachy.

Anyways, I am speaking out regarding the unlawful and borderline illegal actions that the devs of Quotev have been taking towards Kikyo and many other authors.

First, lets start off with Kikyo. It's been known that the devs have an issue with Kikyo and its due to somebody who is affiliated with them having a problem with her. For practically years now, they have been targeting Kikyo and making sure that she was silenced. They deleted books from peoples librarys, removed her from the index, and have been claiming her stories violate community guidelines. They dont. They are so fast with targeting kikyo and anyone affiliated with her but dont target AI authors such as Mien.

Second of all, many authors that have mentioned and brought awareness of the situation Kikyo is facing, have been banned. Not only deactivated, but have had their IP banned. At first, it may not seem like this, but a fairly new author to quotev published a fic inspired by love island. Again, they were a new author but unfortunately they have gotten banned after dedicating a chapter to the devs unfair actions towards Kikyo. A friend of mine also had gotten banned but I will not mention his name due to his request. So if you know an author who has spoken about this situation on quotev, I recommend commenting on their books or activity to make them aware that they might be the devs next target. This could be considered speculation, but the motive behind their actions is as clear as day when you realize that every author, new or old, have been targeted by the devs the moment they speak out or are in association with Kikyo.

I dont want to cause fear, but unfortunately it is something that is happening.

There is a possibility that I as well, will be banned due to bringing awareness and if it happens, just know that what they are doing is illegal. Not only did they get rid of the activity feed the moment people started bringing awareness about the genocide in Palestine, now they're targeting individuals who are speaking out.

Please be careful everyone. If you're an author, please save all of your fics in another site or in an app like google docs. Heck, even Microsoft Word.

Quotev Devs are egotistical assholes who have been riding their high and abusing their power. Again, what they are doing isn't right.

Spread awareness. Speak out. But be careful. Please. I can't stress this enough.

Small edit:

When you search up Kikyo's account, you are given the following 'reason' behind the ban, as seen in the image below. This isnt true. My friend that also got banned, received almost the same reason as to why she was banned when you search up her account. Again, this is entirely false. They are trying to come up with a 'valid' reason when in reality, all they're doing is lying and borderline slandering Kikyo.

[nutcraxker]

Where do you usually access/upload fanfiction?

AO3

Asianfanfics

Fanfiction.net

Quotev

Tumblr

Twitter

Others (comment below!)

Voting ended onMar 9

This is what I'm MOSTLY curious about. Here's the thing. Basically, fanfiction.net, wattpad, and asianfanfic were my first sites. I joined AO3 very recently, probably three years ago.

That's why I wanna know the situation now. My friends have a similar experience as me but in terms of uploading, they mostly do it on Twitter and Quotev.

Still, the choices here might not be representative enough and for that I'm so sorry.

[icancomet]

Chapter Four - Catching Up To You

A/N: Continuation of “Meet me at Wendigo Lake” :). Find this on my ao3 and quotev!!

C/W: Romantic! Lowkey flirty Sal at the end.

Word Count: 1.786k

Sal held the door for you as you left Thread Pro, turning your chest towards him. Though you cant see his face, looking through his eyes, you can see his mask shift upwards due to a smile. Sal was more than happy; his life purpose was completed on this trip. Being able to let his musical heart sing around the store for the past two hours, despite not buying anything other than a tiny guitar pick, was more then enough for him. Even if he won't take anything expensive home (more than a dollar), the experience was all he needed.

However, you couldn't accept it. Not with the look he gave that CD. His body language, gripping onto that CD like it would go away if he loosened his grip even slightly. Sal's eyes almost seemed glossy, like he couldn't believe what treasure he had come across. Though you aren't sure why, leaving that CD there is denying the universe of the guided path, so 5 dollars left your wallet.

"Why are you acting like..?" Sal had started, but shut quickly his mouth. "Like what?" He had picked up on your secret bag. Adjusting your arms behind your back to keep it out of sight, Sal had started dodging his head left and right beyond your shoulders. You were able to back up, moving swiftly on your feet away from him in a weird jig, almost skipping in reverse. "I don't have anything!" Your little squeak after "anything" had given it away. You've never seen Sal run, not even at school during the mile, but of course, the day you have a surprise, he started putting his legs into use.

You didn't think Sal would run as fast as he did. Probably from Larry's constant nicknames of: "Shortie", "Fun-sized", or the groups favorite: "Smurf". One time, you had called him pips quick when Sals voice cracked during a conversation you had, making Ashley's drink come right out of her nose. Point was, with his one sided beef with his vertical plane, you thought you had a pretty solid chance of winning your game of chase. But feeling his hand just missing your sleeve, you couldn't deny how close he actually was.

So, the challenge had begun. Zooming across the street, you had looked ahead for any side streets. Alleyways, roads, something to throw him off track. You passed by a couple, but all were filled with garbage, or something you wouldn't want to mess with. You couldn't keep running straight, not with the noise of his breath getting louder and clearer behind you. To your right, you saw your escape. A long, skinny alleyway with some garbage cans in the path. Here was your chance.

Suddenly, you made a quick turn to the right, hearing the skidding of Sal's feet behind you to slow down. Suspected out of a guitar player to have a fast reaction time. There was a lot more than just garbage in this alleyway. Broken glass, pizza boxes, and what you would like to assume is a living persons clothes (trying to ingore the smell). Obstacle through obstacle, you jumped, slid, and climbed over; making your way to the end to be greeted by a metal fence. You shouldn't climb over it, but ignoring the sign, the strong force from your hands gripped on and kept moving.

You'd assume Sal would stop you here. A shout warning you to end your new game here. But all you heard behind you was the metal fence shaking by his weight, with a sudden crash between his feet and the concrete. He was having a blast. Smirking, you continued pushing your feet forward, leading you two to an unknown area.

It didn't look dangerous, but the smell had only continued to grow. It was rancid, almost bad enough to make you stop and turn around. But the growing in speed in his steps kept you going, turning a sharp left. Once again, you had caught him off guard, the friction between the bottom of Sal's feet and the pavement making the sweet old sound of buying you time.

When you had entered this new side path, you expected more garbage. Left behind objects that the restaurant walls between you no longer needed. Instead, there rested a cardinal. Just sitting, minding no business to the surroundings around it. Hearing you stop to not run into the bird, it perched up at you. A small, red bird, in the middle of the alleyway, that looks like its..smiling at you? Though its face is too small to tell, you smile back anyway, waving at the bird carefully to not chase it off. It doesn't move, but rather, move its wing closest to you in response. Is it saying hello? But before you could think harder, the bird had flown off in a hurry, landing on top of the restaurant building.

…Sal is still chasing you.

He had almost got you, the wind between you sending a small chill up your side. Throwing the bag in your right hand to your left, it prevented him from reaching the bag to pull you back. Almost falling into you, Sal caught himself, buying you time. Turning the corner, you had caught a glimpse of him. Sal's once, 'put together', though it never is, hair was now disheveled. His once perfectly rolled up pants were now coming undone, and his sweatshirt now off, wrapped around his waist. His black t-shirt, due to the sweatshirt, had fit right around his frame, showing off his frame. Your feet slid into a stop, only for a short moment. You had never seen him without a sweatshirt, let alone a t-shirt, even when it reaches crazy heats in Nock fell. Something fitting so perfectly to his frame- you shook your head. Your best friend? Seriously?

You are just observing. Something you never got to see. With your heart pumping so fast? You were just running- were running. Looking ahead of you, your feet were forced to start again, leading all the way to the apartments.

The game didn't end there, but it had to get a whole lot more quiet. The apartments don't have stairs, so to keep it smooth, you had to get in the elevator first. It seemed easy, considering the distance you had put between you two by chucking something nearby behind you, making sure it didn't actually hit him. Nontheless, it held him off, enough for you to open the front door of the apartments and press the elevator button.

The elevator had opened, revealing the space. Finally, you can declare victory. Filled with ricketing of the elevator, you had closed your eyes, putting your back towards the cold wall. Your legs felt like jello, being able to relax revealed just how tired you were. The adrenaline was slowing in you, taking a deep breath in.

With two deep breathes out.

"You know, it was quite close back there." Sals voice had suddenly filled the space, the elevator door closing before you could even twist your hips towards it. "How did you-", but before your airy voice could speak, Sal had backed you in further than before.

"Larry has shown me a couple shortcuts around here, his nightly adventures had gotten him in a few rough spots." Sal was clearly just as tired as you, his lungs catching up as he took more deep breathes in. His legs shaking ever so slightly, but yet, he moved into your personal space step by step. "Quite grateful for that now, huh?"

A gulp from you came out much louder then you wanted. Here he was, the once bluenette chasing you down the streets, suddenly in your space. Just as close from the night before, putting on makeup. Sitting in his lap, feeling every breath, every pump of his heart as if your bodies were one. Only this time, it wasn't the soft type of tension that filled the one inch gap, but much, much deeper. One that made your heart pound even faster, which you thought couldn't be possible.

You tried to speak, say anything, but your dry throat cut you short. There really wasn't anything to be said, not with words anyway. Your eyes locked, staring deeply into each others iris's. Soft blinks were only able to break that trance, just to go back to that feeling. Without thinking, your feet subconsciously moved themselves, bumping lightly into the man in front of you, but as always, he caught you.

With his hands creeping around your waist, there was no escape. No alleyways to run into, no sense of time to return to your room, being filled with the feeling of loneliness. Just you and him, in an elevator that seemed to be frozen in time.

You felt a lot lighter. Maybe it was knowing he was there, holding onto you despite your unkempt state. Covered in sweat, scratches, and disgustingly, a few pieces of garbage passed along the way. But he wasn't looking at that, just you. Only you.

And the bag he had now stolen from your hands.

Sal was still grabbing onto your waist with one hand, but his eyes turned over to the small plastic bag. "Looks like I win." A small chuckle came from the bluenette, the sweet, kind boy you know. That now was still holding your waist. He jiggled the bag to guide the CD over to his view, squinting his eyes slightly. Once Sal noticed the item inside, he stopped. All Sal could manage to do was look up at you, holding a serious look that you couldn't shake. Was it..bad? Does he not like it? For once, you failed to tell how he was feeling. The grip around you tighter gave you confirmation. "You..got the CD?" It came out shaky, uncertain. "Of course-why wouldn't I?" You finally found your voice, trying to suppress your nerves. All you got was silence, but then, the elevator opened, silencing the words from Sals mouth.

"Ah- the elevator finally opened." Sal released his hand from your waist, now realizing it was there at all. "OH -. I- uhm." Gibberish came from him, only catching the words: "I'm sorry" over and over, before just deciding to give up and move forward. Nothing about the CD. At least, what you could have heard.

You don't think he is going to tell you. Thats ok, though, because from what you notice, he seems a whole lot happier after seeing it.

But for now, looking at your hand that was once holding the paper bag, you noticed a piece of garbage. Before any more talking, you both will be cleaning up.

[average-fandom-enjoyer]

Recreating EYE CONTACT love interest by memory. (Pt. 1)

If you don't already know, the creator of EYE CONTACT and many more popular stories such as; BLEACH X BLOOD, The Landlord, and—what I'm most familiar with—EYE CONTACT @clemeientene was accused of using ai back at around august this year. Now, I had only found out about their disappearance recently. At first, I thought, just like kikyo581(?)'s situation mein's account was falsely deleted. But how wrong I was. I searched through everywhere I can for her account in every writing platform I could think of, only to be met with web pages that were once active. Her wattpad account? Gone. Quotev? Nonexistent. Tumblr? Abandoned. I don't know which account was responsible for mein's disappearence, or the other factors that were involved in it. All I know is that mein is gone, alongside with her stories. And as for coping plus with preserving what's left, I'm going to try preserving the fic's general plot to the best of my abilities.

For context (can you tell that I'm horrible at writing summaries?):

The story revolves around reader as they found their way into a hentai manga they were hate reading before getting isekaid. There, they made a foolproof plan to survive without a harem holding them back. Why? Because in the original hentai, the MC was a loser who was resented by everyone around him. By some unseen forces, he was cursed (or blessed) with the eyes that could turn anyone who stares at it into lovesick individuals that would do anything as MC's desires. Though, in the end the MC was killed by an insignificant girl who was unaffected by the curse. With that in mind, the reader who was expecting the same treatment prepared a plan to survive. The problem was that it went totally off brand of what they expected too. The characters were too nice, everyone didn't resent them and many more which I cannot remember for the life of me.

Haruto (MC's childhood friend):

(I created this using picrew!)

The details that I could remember:

Haruto was MC's childhood friend.

He had blonde hair and blue eyes.

The picture of reference mein used was of a generic manhwa character, just with softer eyes.

Haruto had no lower lashes, I just added it for headcanon reasons.

His eyes were a darker blue, but I couldn't find the shade that matches his reference picture. It was either too dark or too light, but in the end I chose the lighter one.

He was the president of a judo/karate/martial arts club.

In the original manga, the girl version of him was a fake friend to MC. That is why the isekaid MC expected for Haruto to be the same, but turns out he wasn't.

Might be a little possessive.

I don't know what to add here, feel free to add more details.

[selineram3421]

Real quick, chapter warning. ⚠

⚠ Adam ⚠

Ch.11: Annoying Man | Alastor X Reader: Falling Snow

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(Also on AO3- must have an account to access story.)

[futureflipflop]

So like re-reading an undertale fanfic that was updated recently after being on hiatus for like 2 years and i just realze, with my now experience of being on the internet longer, that the author made a hot bug dude from a whole nother franchise to be the highschool sweetheart and omg??

Dude that fic was what i read RELIGIOUSLY on my first year of being online, like right after discovering undertale.

[selineram3421]

Psst. I updated.

(On AO3 as well- must have an account to access story.)

Ch.10: Lie With Truths? | Alastor X Reader: Falling Snow

θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ¤θ Keys: Italics = thoughts ~ Though it was rejected, you didn't give up on the idea. However, since