Post by jazzyjess on Mar 16, 2010 11:15:19 GMT -8
Please ensure that you post according to the Fanfiction and Art Rules outlined in the Rules and Regulations section of this forum.
In short, you need to include in the subject line both the title and rating of your fic. You also need to include all appropriate warnings and ratings in the summary of your fic. (Rating scheme can be found in the Fanfiction and Art Rules section. Warnings must include mention of any character death, language.)
This information should be available at the beginning of your post.
Example - from the fanfiction Venuta by arbitraryink
[subject line: Venuta, PG]
Title: Venuta
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some epilogue conformity.
Summary: Hermione rarely regrets the decisions she's made. Implied DHr, RHr. Written for the 2007/2008 DMHG Fic Exchange.
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ix.
"Welcome, Muggle and Wizard friends." Kingsley Shacklebolt's amplified voice rang clear across the grounds of Hogwarts. The standing Minister for Magic, until Harry Potter officially accepted or declined the title, lifted his arms to encompass the thouands gathered before him. "Today, we meet ceremoniously, celebrating a union long awaited and greatly needed."
Hermione wore a simple white dress, with capped sleeves and a skirt that ended at the knee. There was no lace, no train. No veil, and no flowers. Only a pair of tiny earrings and a small tan line on her wedding finger.
"… Malfoy and Hermione Jane Granger, two of our most esteemed colleagues and friends. Please, Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger." When Draco gripped her hands, Hermione smiled at him, encouraging him onward. She was only eighteen, but she knew that she would never regret this choice.
It seemed only moments before the tan line was covered by a ring of a new sort, one that shrunk from its large size until it fit snugly between her knuckles. Hermione stared at it, and then lifted their clasped hands for the entire audience to see. More than anything, the marriage was a sign of unity between Pureblood and Muggle-born witches and wizards for years to come. Hermione had known this when she had accepted Harry's request, and tried not to think about the look on Ron's face.
She had always come back to Ron.
In short, you need to include in the subject line both the title and rating of your fic. You also need to include all appropriate warnings and ratings in the summary of your fic. (Rating scheme can be found in the Fanfiction and Art Rules section. Warnings must include mention of any character death, language.)
This information should be available at the beginning of your post.
Example - from the fanfiction Venuta by arbitraryink
[subject line: Venuta, PG]
Title: Venuta
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some epilogue conformity.
Summary: Hermione rarely regrets the decisions she's made. Implied DHr, RHr. Written for the 2007/2008 DMHG Fic Exchange.
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ix.
"Welcome, Muggle and Wizard friends." Kingsley Shacklebolt's amplified voice rang clear across the grounds of Hogwarts. The standing Minister for Magic, until Harry Potter officially accepted or declined the title, lifted his arms to encompass the thouands gathered before him. "Today, we meet ceremoniously, celebrating a union long awaited and greatly needed."
Hermione wore a simple white dress, with capped sleeves and a skirt that ended at the knee. There was no lace, no train. No veil, and no flowers. Only a pair of tiny earrings and a small tan line on her wedding finger.
"… Malfoy and Hermione Jane Granger, two of our most esteemed colleagues and friends. Please, Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger." When Draco gripped her hands, Hermione smiled at him, encouraging him onward. She was only eighteen, but she knew that she would never regret this choice.
It seemed only moments before the tan line was covered by a ring of a new sort, one that shrunk from its large size until it fit snugly between her knuckles. Hermione stared at it, and then lifted their clasped hands for the entire audience to see. More than anything, the marriage was a sign of unity between Pureblood and Muggle-born witches and wizards for years to come. Hermione had known this when she had accepted Harry's request, and tried not to think about the look on Ron's face.
She had always come back to Ron.