Shipping Included

“You want me to insult you?”

“No!”

Today, I learned that the site http://www.ebooks-tree.com/ is making money by publishing fanfiction without the writers’ authorization. There are a LOT of Olicity fanfiction published there, including mine. I am beyond pissed someone is making profit from my hard work. I suggest if you wrote and published on AO3 and Fanfiction.net check out your username in those sites and see if you have your name there.

This is the post I read that I learned about what was going on.

This is how you ask your work to be removed.

My advice is to go after it because nobody should make profit from something they didn’t spend time doing.

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I Love You, But Goodbye - Chapter 30 - Brand New Way

"Queen Shireen Baratheon” in colour palette #8 for joyousfollies

The colour palette challenge: 

Introducing the contestants who will compete for Jaime Lannister’s heart on this season of The Stag

Row 1: Alys, Amerei, Arianne, Asha, Dacey

Row 2: Daenerys, Desmera, Hildy, Jeyne P., Jeyne W.

Row 3: Kojja, Margaery, Melisandre, Missandei, Mya

Row 4: Myranda, Pia, Roslin, Sansa, Sylva

My second contribution for the jbholiday collection. I didn’t have much time and motivation lately because of some personal stuff, so this is not quite on time for Christmas. But better late than never, right? :D It’s also longer than my first two ficlets.

I also noticed while looking at the prompt list that via14lol asked for some Secret Santa Office story. I hope you like what I made of that prompt :)

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Jaime always dreamed of green eyes. Every night since he was a little boy he dreamed of his mirror. That all he ever wanted. He had sacrificed everything for those emerald eyes. He was capable of anything for them. He never thought of anything else. Why would he? After all it was destiny. They were meant to be. And yet that night they were no sight of green eyes in his dream. He didn’t even realize their absence it was like they never really mattered.

That night it was like emerald had fainted outshined by sapphires. All Jaime could see was the sky and he never felt peace like that before. With emeralds he was never resting they were like a curse pumping is blood and his life away. He never realized how much he was empty before the waves of the sea had released him. Those blue eyes had been kind and merciful whereas the green were judgmental and haughty. He could see the man he wanted to be in those blue eyes the man he was going to be. She was his hope.

Jaime swore that he never had seen real beauty before that night. He always grinned when someone mentioned inner beauty. After all wasn’t that a consolation given to ugly girls so that they could live with themselves? Yet here he was a Lannister of the rock bowing behind the purest soul he had ever seen. That night he realized that he didn’t only want to conteplate it he also wanted to taste it.

When he woke up here she was sealing the horses

 We should go, she complained, Lady Sansa has been seen near the west. If we wait too much we won’t be able to catch her!

She had such a talent for breaking the moment.

Easy wench, he replied, Lady Sansa isn’t going to vanish if we take the time to eat. 

He saw in her eyes that she was upset by his answer. As to be expected. The most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen and yet the most insufferable wench I ever met. Caught by his thought Jaime started to stare at the sky. He could have stayed like that for hours.

Seven hells, she exclaimed impatiently, what are you doing now? 

 Isn’t that obvious wench, he said, I’m contemplating the sky. 

Is that a joke? she replied annoyed 

Jaime looked at her straight in her Sapphires eyes and with a crooked smile added

 Haven’t I told you yet? Blue is my favorite color.

She started to swear. Seven hells this wench can’t take an int.

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