#Rosabel

[dr-lizortecho]

2.11 // 3.06 (Can’t) Relate for @primalmusic

#roswell new mexico #rnm #rosa ortecho #isobel evans #rosabel

[sapphicrnm]

Roswell, New Mexico Femslash Exchange 2024

Save a horse, ride a cowgirl!

Join us as the weather heats up to celebrate pride with the women of Roswell, New Mexico. Get yourself a glass of lemonade and settle in as you sign up for the exchange and get ready to have a good time as we celebrate this show's unabashed queerness.

Details:

Each participant will be assigned to create a gift for someone, and will receive a gift in turn. Gifts may be fic (at least 2000 words), art (at least 1 drawing/edit), gifset (at least 3 gifs), fanmix (at least 8 songs), or fanvid (at least 2 minutes or a full length song).

Assignments will be anonymous - please have your ask box set to receive anonymous asks in case your gift creator has any questions for you!

Gifts may not be created using generative AI.

As this is a femslash exchange, all works must have as their main focus a romantic and/or sexual relationship between two or more of the women of Roswell, New Mexico.

Dates:

Signups close: Sunday April 21st (midnight Roswell time)

Assignments sent out: Sunday April 28th

One month check in: Sunday May 12th

Final check in: Sunday June 2nd

Posting Date Assignments: June 16th

Posting dates: June 24th through 30th

Questions? Our ask box is open!

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #rnm #rnm-events #femslash exchange #lizobel #marliz #camtecho #jesobel #rosabel #marosa #maribel #anatsobel

[andrea-lyn]

Roswell’s romances reach fever-pitch as Liz’s unrequited crush on Michael boils over, Max’s pining for Liz hits critical levels, and Michael and Alex try to elope. Luckily for everyone, Isobel and Rosa have decided enough is enough and decide to get involved.

Unluckily for everyone, it doesn’t go as planned, and Max, Liz, Michael, and Alex spend a night they’ll never forget (no matter how much they try) in the UFO Emporium in the midst of love confessions, makeout sessions, and a boatload of needed repression.

Does this exist because of Liz’s Western induced dreamscape where I went ‘hmmm, cowboys’? Maybe. Did I last-minute decide to grind this out just so I could have a Midsummer Night’s Roswell New Mexico? Yes. Am I the luckiest ever to have been matched with @queersirius again? Also yes.

ANYWAY, enjoy this crackish romp through romance with Max/Liz and Alex/Michael as the main pairings, but as you’ll see in the tags, that definitely won’t be the last of them.

#rnmbb #roswell new mexico big bang #echo #malex #rosabel #dallas/maria #midsummer night's dream #unrequited liz/michael #love spell induced pairings including #(unrequited alex/liz) #(alex/liz) #(alex/max/liz) #my fic #canon compliant alternate universe

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#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #rnm #isobel evans #kybel #maribel #rosabel #anatsobel #pod squad #rnmbingo #rnmbingo23

[michaels-blackhat]

Summary:

Rosa hefted the bag over her shoulder and started to walk, her headphones already blasting music from around her neck. She’d fix her speakers one day. For now, her headphones blasting from around her neck would have to do. She adjusted the volume as she pulled the headphones up over her ears. There was no one around to complain about the noise, but she liked it better, the feeling of being surrounded by music and lost to everything else. The desert and the canal running through it helped, it stretched on before her. It seemed never ending. It seemed vast and unknowing, like the blank emptiness of space.

She always felt an affinity for the alien.

  or, Rosa searches for connections and finds herself along the way.

She’s finished. My Rosa/Rosabel fic that I have been working on for roughly forever (a year) is finally up. I hope whoever reads it enjoys it, because it was genuinely a labor of love. It was the thing that ate up all my focus so I could barely work on anything else. I have nothing else to say really. Enjoy.

#rosa ortecho #Rosabel #Isobel Evans #rnm fic #roswell new mexico #my fic #if you know where you stand

[libraryofkaty]

Something from January 2020 of a contest entry for the @thethreemages contest that was held at the time. A story of Rosabel and my character Winnie having an unlikely encounter with each other. This was written way before Rosabel had her character revamp, but like with the others I still wanted to upload it here to put it in the archive.

#the three mages #rosabel espinosa #winifred igalls #rosabel #winifred #winnie #friend's oc #my oc #my writing #short story #purfectprincessgirl #friend's universe

[lostinthe-storm]

writing side-blog

hi hi! So recently, I made a writing side-blog, and I guess I wanted to post about it here!

For this blog, I post previous fics I've written that are on AO3 and new stuff. I'm also taking requests for ideas, prompts, and such. My ask box is always open. Please feel free to check it out! Thanks :)

masterlist

ship and character playlists masterlist

#writer #fanfiction #fanfic #lost girl #valkubus #doccubus #roswell new mexico #rosabel #lizobel #anasobel #wonder woman #wondercheetah #pitch perfect #bechloe #supergirl #supercorp

[thefae-journal]

boop

Hi hi! I’m Neradia, a sapphic fanfic writer, and I guess this is gonna be my blog dedicated to my fics and my writing. I’m also on AO3. I will be posting some of those fics here, because why not? My ask box will always be open for ideas, prompts, suggestions, or just general questions**. 

Here are the fandoms & ships that I have written for or can write for :)

Lost Girl:

Valkubus

Doccubus

Roswell, New Mexico:

Rosabel 

Anasobel

Lizobel

Wonder Woman:

Wondercheetah

Pitch Perfect:

Bechloe

Supergirl:

Supercorp

A League of Their Own

Gretson

The Good Place

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Olivia x Jane

I also write character-centric or reflection fics, and I’m willing to write reader x *insert character* fics if suggested with a clear prompt or plot idea. 

**I do not write smut, so please don’t ask. Thanks :)

#writer #fanfiction #fanfic #lost girl #valkubus #doccubus #roswell new mexico #rosabel #anasobel #lizobel #wonder woman #wondercheetah #pitch perfect #bechloe #supergirl #supercorp #aloto #a league of their own #gretson #grease rise of the pink ladies #pink ladies #olivia x jane

[void-human-with-children]

My Children/Characters

plus Story ideas!

As you can see, as an self proclaimed Artist, I have many, MANY (undesigned) OCs that I have not designed due to, personal issues- Procrastination. Anyways- I'll list some of my characters that always been in my head and plague it to no end.

Rosabel

"I tried my best to get up this morning! I failed miserably."

My commonsense and voice of reason

Luke Hanverson

"A NORMAL life. Is that too much to ask?"

My logic and overthinker

Ren ren

"I want Mc flurries!!"

My Impulsiveness and childish-ness

Red

"My suggestion is that you should burn all your problems away! It's that easy."

My violent urges and intrusive thoughts

Yellotias

"Why the hell is there no yellow in this god damn place?!"

My needs/wants and greed

These 5, almost acts like the voices in my head..

Story Ideas

I also have story ideas that I haven't made into reality yet- If I can't do that, then might as well share my ideas here right?

🥀MRR🥀

Work in progress.

"There will be no dreams reached here."

#oc blog #oc #oc art #Rosabel #Luke #Red #Yellotias #Luke Hanverson #Luke is the only one with lastnames..

[qfng0wvzxlsml]

Brunette Amateur Sucking Multiple Dicks At A Glory Hole Argentina Madura Tall Blonde MILF With Huge Tits Gets A Hardcore Anal Fuck In The Warehouse Sexy blonde vixen with perky tits Jammy Brooks gets her clit licked and asshole fucked Tylo Duran plays with stepdaughter Mila Marx Sexy chick fucked by hung black boyfriend Chilena joven gozando fodendo gostozo com boku no pico kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk zap Coroa branquela metelona tem uma bunda perfeita e fode pra caralho Classy babe with soaked body rides big cock in a hardcore way

#polishing #decahedrodra #aphoristic #unperspiring #homeotic #Schwendenerian #Kleeman #decide #iridotome #reasonable #outcooking #Rosabel #mallows #payout #brachygnathous #sangerfest #one-story #cardita #three-groove #steekkan

[dr-lizortecho]

10 Things I Hate About You is the perfect set up for a highschool Rosabel ad Echo fic- like perfectttt

#roswell new mexico #rnm echo #rosabel

[verysexynudeladies]

#rosabell laurenti sellers #game of thrones #celebrity breasts

[danceoftheday]

Performed by: Ashleigh Di Lello and Jakob Karr

Number: “Cha Cha Heels”

Choreographers: Jean-Marc Genereaux and France Mousseau

Style: Cha Cha

From: So You Think You Can Dance, Season 6 (2009)

#youtube #dance #ashleigh di lello #jakob karr #cha cha heels #cha cha #latin ballroom #choreography #jean-marc genereaux #france mousseau #sytycd #so you think you can dance #ballroom dancing #dancers #dancing #rosabel #jeanie tracy #latin dance #dancesport

[d3monicas]

my ocs

#oc #oc art #angel #dominik #aisha #hanxi #hanako #leon #danika #rosabelle #my doodles

[revolorilution]

some favorite behind the scenes pics from Willow 2022

#willow 2022 #tony revolori #amar chadha patel #dempsey bryk #ruby cruz #erin kellyman #ellie bamber #warwick davis #graham hughes #jon kasdan #rosabell laurenti sellers

[thefae-journal]

stuck in the clouds - friends with benefits AU

Fandom: Roswell, New Mexico Ship: Rosabel POV: second person, Rosa

word count: 2,090 originally posted: September 7, 2021 warnings: implied sexual content ig

summary: Rosa and Isobel agree on a friends-with-benefits arrangement. Only, there's one problem: Rosa's in love with Isobel.

Also on AO3

Roswell, New Mexico masterlist Masterlist

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You’re not sure what you got yourself into. You just remember saying “yes” to this arrangement without thinking if it was a good idea or not. The thought of getting to sleep with Isobel Evans whenever you wanted to pushed any logical thought into the shadows of your brain, never to be touched again. You have feelings for her, love feelings. Somehow, you came to the conclusion that a friends-with-benefits arrangement was easier than actually saying how you feel. You get to kiss her, touch her, love her. It’s all the same, right?

Two months ago, she kissed you first. She suggested a friendship bonding sleepover, mostly so she could catch you up on everything in those ten years that you missed, including what happened last year, because you were dead, stuck in a glowing pod. And the more that she told you the things of the past, the more you understood everything now. You weren’t caught in this fog anymore, and for once, it felt nice. 

You lay with her, under the comforter, face-to-face, as small talk bounced around the dark room. You were close to her, despite the amount of space left on her side of the bed. You didn’t mind it though, Isobel being this close to you. If anything, it scared you. Your feelings sparked, and you kept wondering if Isobel would notice the shuttering of your breathing. Maybe her noticing your uneven breathing made her take that leap. Or maybe it was something else, that you were both alone, in the dark, in Isobel’s bed. 

She brought her hand to your cheek and leaned forward slowly to press her soft, pink lips to your own. At first, you pulled away, although you didn’t want to because damn, her lips were fluffy clouds, the softest of clouds that you’ve ever kissed.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, and turned her back to you. “I shouldn’t have done that.” 

You reached out to her and settled your hand on her forearm. “Isobel.” You trailed your hand down her arm, down her side, to her hip, where your hand curved just right to fit Isobel’s form. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” 

Isobel’s breath hitched, and she guided your hand to her chest to hold close. “I still shouldn’t--” 

“Look at me.” 

She did, and you kissed her second, a heated passion. And hours passed of you clawing at her skin, begging for more, begging for her to just touch you. While you trembled under her and your fist gripped her hair, internally, you were crying. Your feelings for her were blossoming, causing you so much pain, and yet, you let her be between your legs and lick you clean. 

Now, you lie on top of her, your head resting on her chest. Clothes are scattered around Isobel’s bedroom on the floor and the end of her bed. The moon is at its peak, and the only light that’s keeping the darkness away is the little lamp on Isobel’s side table.

You’ve been in this situation several times before, at least twice a week for the past two months. It still feels unreal to you. She isn’t yours. She doesn’t love you too. It’s just feelingless sex. Even though the sex is great, the thing you look forward to the most is her holding you in such a vulnerable state, bodies bare and exposed. Sometimes, you wonder why she does this with you, that she’s so willing to just hold you when your arrangement with her is supposed to only involve sex, nothing fluffy, nothing that makes your stomach fill with those stupid honeymoon phase butterflies. You fall for it every time. 

Isobel guides her fingers along your spine, and you hum in content in response. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this, Rosa.” 

“This?” You glance up at her. 

“Yeah.”

“What about it?” 

“I think it would be best if we didn’t do this anymore.”

The butterflies you always feel, but don’t want to feel, with Isobel sink, wings broken and shattered. Oddly, you wish for them to come back because it doesn’t feel right without them buzzing around the walls of your stomach. “I don’t understand,” you whisper. 

“I started talking with someone, and I really like her, a lot. I want to be with her.” Isobel runs her hand over your thick, black locks, once. “I can’t have sex with you, Rosa, and be with her at the same time. It’s not right.” 

You sit up, and from the movements of the mattress below you, you know Isobel does, too. Water burns in your eyes. You can’t let those building tears fall. You can’t be weak around her. Gosh, if only you told her. If you just fucking told her how you feel… 

“Okay.” You hop off the bed and gather your clothes. “If that’s what you want. I won’t fight you, Isobel.” Your voice shakes. You set your clothes on Isobel’s bed and turn your back to her as you change, slipping on your undergarments, then t-shirt and jeans. “I’m really happy that you found someone, Isobel.” Lie. “After everything with Noah, you deserve it, someone that truly cares.” You. You wish anyway. 

“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. I appreciate it.” 

There’s shuffling. You can’t see it with your back turned, but Isobel is moving about her room. A drawer opens. You take a quick glimpse, and she’s putting on a new shirt, not the one you pulled off her a few hours ago. The fabric falls down her back just right. 

...

Three months have gone by since Isobel ended the arrangement. Not much has happened since then, not for you anyway. You’d sometimes see Isobel and her girlfriend come into the Crashdown together. You’d take their orders and pretend that whatever you had with Isobel didn’t ever exist. If there was even anything that you had with her. The arrangement wasn’t anything. Nothing. You keep telling yourself that, but your love for her still peeks out from your chest whenever you see her, hear her. 

You’d spend nights lying in your bed, wishing she was holding you like she used to, her tall frame curled around your small one. Kissing your head and whispering to you that you’re beautiful. The whole sex thing would be far from your mind. 

The Crashdown closes in about ten minutes, and you have a few more tables left to clean before you can retire for the night. Liz got off shift an hour or so earlier, leaving you to finish up and close. You don’t mind. You understand that Liz has other things. Max, science, and, well, Max. 

She moved in with him a few weeks ago, and you can’t be any happier. You finally have the room to yourself. Although, it is kind of strange just having an extra bed a stray in the room, but it reminds you that Liz is still here even when she’s not. 

You never told Liz about your situation with Isobel. You know that she’s your sister and that you can tell her anything at all, but you’re afraid that the words, “I’m in love with Isobel Evans,” falling from your lips will make it real. You’re trying to get over her and move on. Find someone else, just like she did. It does pain you that she has found someone, clenches your veins until they run dry. As much as you love her, you love seeing her happy. 

You finish the last table with a sigh and raise your arms up to stretch. Sleep is near. You set the cloth down on the table and go to the door to turn the sign, but movement in the window stops you. Blonde locks reflect in the glass, swift in a light stride. You focus on the figure under the sidewalk’s lights before they disappear around the corner out of your view. You question who’s out so late. Well, what you consider late anyway.

Clearing your throat, you continue to the door. And as you go to turn the sign, eyes meet yours. Isobel’s eyes. The ones that stay forever clear in the back of your mind. Eyes that used to stare into yours with such care and gentleness. Looked you up and down as her hands pulled your shirt over your head, then her lips sealed your shaking breath with a kiss. What fell after that feels like a vivid dream. A dream that lasted two months. 

You let the sign be and open the door. “Izzie,” you exhale. “Is everything okay?” 

Isobel fiddles with her jacket sleeve, clicking the metal button in, then pulling it out, then clicking it again. “Can I come in?”

...

It’s been an hour of silence passing through the walls of your bedroom. She’s sitting rather close to you on your bed--you don’t mind--and looking everywhere but you. It’s harsh to say that she’s wasting your time, but she is wasting your time. You could be working on some new art right now or literally anything. A part of you wonders if maybe Isobel is waiting for you to start the conversation. Maybe she’s too afraid to. Perhaps, then, you’re wasting your own time. 

You close your eyes for a moment and breathe before settling your hand on Isobel’s. Your fingers curl around her hand.

She exhales and finally speaks. “I broke up with my girlfriend.”

“Isobel…” You squeeze her hand. 

To be completely honest, you aren’t sure what to say. You’ve dealt with a hand-full of your own break-ups, but you’ve never had someone come to you about theirs. Well, maybe except Liz. But you know Liz. You know how she works mentally. You know how she prefers to be comforted. Although you did spend two months of your resurrected life sleeping with Isobel, you don’t know what she wants, what she needs in situations like this. So you wait for words to bleed through her lips, and they do. 

“Last week. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Play some game of pretend.” Isobel shakes her head. “I had already done that my whole life, and you know how that turned out.” 

“I don’t understand, Isobel,” you say, concern bubbling inside you. 

Isobel scoffs and pulls her hand out from under yours. “You don’t have to understand, Rosa. This is something that I have to deal with.” 

Concern fades away and confusion hits you like a train. You ask, “Why did you break up with her? You seemed so happy with her, the happiest I’ve ever seen you.” 

“Not as happy as I was with you,” Isobel mumbles. She turns away from you, wrapping her arms around herself. 

She’s small, vulnerable. And just seeing her like this aches your heart. You almost forget what she said to you. You never processed this because worry about Isobel came back to haunt you. You let those words play over and over again in your head until it makes sense, until you understand. 

“You were happier with me? I don’t--” You shake your head. “What we had wasn’t even…”

You think back. You and Isobel did more than just have sex. More than what a friends-with-benefits arrangement would be. This is why, isn’t it? Why she was so gentle and loving. Why she held you as if you were hers and only hers. Because, internally, she liked you, too--likes you, too. No--loves you, too. 

You move closer to her. “Izzie? Look at me, please.”

Isobel glances over her shoulder, and your eyes meet in a spark of light, full of love and tenderness. Soft and warm. So warm, like a nice blanket. And now, you’re shielded from the cold.

“I was really happy with you, too,” you say. “Long before we…” 

There’s a long pause. A moment where the whole world stops moving, and you can hear almost everything, feel everything. Where the only two people in the world are you and Isobel. And nothing, nothing, can make that untrue. 

Well, maybe besides Isobel’s response. 

You try not to think about that now, worry about that now, because you know from what she told you that her response would match with how she’s currently looking at you. How you’re currently looking at her. 

“Long before we what, Rosa?” she asks, turning back to face you. “Hmm?” Isobel’s hand finds your cheek and caresses it, brushes her thumb right by your lips. 

She doesn’t let you answer. 

Your words get stuck in clouds.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writer #roswell new mexico #rnm #rnm fic #rosabel #isobel x rosa #isobel evans #rosa ortecho