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[sapphicrnm]

Roswell, New Mexico Femslash Exchange 2025

Join us as this summer to celebrate Pride with the women of Roswell, New Mexico. Sign up for this year’s Femslash Exchange on Google forms here! Grab yourself a cold drink and settle in as we celebrate the show's sapphic content 🍹🏳️‍🌈

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: April 26th

Assignments sent out: May 3rd

First check in: May 31st

Final check in: June 14th

Posting Date Assignments: June 21st

Posting dates: June 27th-30th

Questions? Our ask box is open!

[crazedhopelessromantic]

Oh yeah I got art to post

Some of these are rips others are finished @authorgirl0131 @wolfjessedragon

[dr-lizortecho]

[galaxianpatrol]

[that-stranger-in-paradise]

Harry Kupfer’s Ring Cycle - Siegfried Act 3

[gra-sonas]

More promo pics for Roswell, New Mexico episode 2x01 Stay (I Missed You)

[space-malex]

So like...where is Max and Isobel’s father? Why wasn’t he at Noah’s funeral? You think he would be there. I mean they had to make up a story about Max’s absense and stage a dramatic soap opera confrontation between Isobel and Liz for everyone to see. Yet Mr. Evans isn’t there? Was it explained why and I simply missed it?

[spaceskam]

another femslash february fic! couple recommended by @tasyfa and prompt (”Am I under arrest, or not?”) thanks to @partsofthesamecosmicbeing!

“I need to speak with you about your son.”

“My son? What about your son?”

Anne Evans glared at the Sheriff’s wife, a renowned police officer on her own, Michelle Valenti. She despised the accusatory tone of her voice as if Kyle had been the one to come home with a black eye and a refusal to talk about it. Anne had spent four hours demanded to know who gave it to Max before finally getting the answer. He’d begged her not to do anything, but she promised that whatever she did do wouldn’t be to embarrass him.

“My son didn’t do anything. Your kid is the one that hit him and I have to assume he learned violence from someone,” Anne said. Michelle glared, taking a dangerous step forward.

“Kyle caught your kid trying to grope his girlfriend, I think he was justified.”

“Max didn’t grope anyone. He and Liz are friends and your child decided that a misunderstanding was worthy of violence,” Anne said, stepping even closer. She had to resist the urge to childishly shove her. She was in uniform after all.

“Maybe you should teach your son to stay away from other people’s girlfriends.”

“Maybe you should teach your son not to hit other people,” Anne spat, that urge to shove her becoming unbearable and so she did. Michelle looked shocked.

“You just assaulted an officer,” she said. Anne scoffed, holding her hands out.

“Fine, arrest me,” she spat. Michelle still stared at her like she couldn’t believe she’d touched her. “Well? Am I under arrest, or not?”

And then suddenly Anne was shoved up against the wall. She never broke eye contact which gave her the perfect view of something clicking in Michelle’s eyes. Then they were kissing.

“This is a really bad way to show our sons not to touch other people’s girlfriends,” Anne said, letting herself be manhandled by Michelle. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched her like that. 

“Yeah, well,” Michael said, pushing her harder into the wall. Anne grinned. “Can’t be perfect all the time.”