#marosa

[eusuntgratie]

✨femslash february 2025✨

open up your mouth and tell me what you mean

Roswell New Mexico, Maria DeLuca/Rosa Ortecho, T, almost 300 words

for @insecuregodcomplex's shuffle prompt - thank you!

(from this playlist which is not mine but i highly recommend)

Maria finds Rosa under the bleachers. Chases off the pretty white popular bitches who only talk to her because they think she’ll score them drugs. Sometimes she fantasizes about doing something insane like seducing one of those stupid girls and making sure someone on the football team catches them. That���s not really her style, though. And if she was going to seduce a dangerous girl with the power to ruin her, it wouldn’t be somebody that looks like Kate fucking Long.

[primalmusic]

RNM Galentine's Day 2: Romantic/Sexual Relationships (Rec List) - Part 2

For @sapphicrnm Galentine's, favourite femslash continued!

if you know where you stand than you know where you land and if you fall it won’t matter cuz you’ll know that you’re Right by @christchex

Rosa/Isobel, Teen, 10.4k There are so many things I love about this story - the exploration of what Rosa and Isobel's relationship might have been, Rosa getting to be messy and human and a teenage girl figuring shit out without getting killed for it, the way that music is woven through it - and the characterisation is perfect, I can hear the dialogue so clearly in Rosa and Isobel's voices.

Happy New Year! by @dr-lemurr

Rosa/Isobel, Gen, art So prettyyyyyyyy I literally stare at this every day (it's the lock screen on my phone 😁)

stardust & cowboy boots by @beautifulcheat

Rosa/Isobel, Gen, 7.7k Isobel organises a Pride festival! Full of delightful details (I'm especially a fan of Isobel's shirt 😛), and the community fair setting feels so perfectly Roswell. (Self-rec: inspired this drawing!)

Christmas Eve at the Crashdown by @impalachick

Rosa/Isobel, Teen, 1.5k Cozy holiday fluff! They're so happy and comfortable and in love ❤️

Future Starts Slow by @foramomentonly

Maria/Isobel, Explicit, 4.8k A really sweet (and also hot 🔥 🔥 🔥) Maria/Isobel first time/getting together fic. Both the character voices are spot on, and I especially love how foramomentonly shows Isobel's mix of confidence and insecurity.

a bird in flight by dotsayers

Maria/Isobel, Teen, 5.5k Isobel's journey, from pre-canon to post-s1. In turns angsty, funny, and sweet (it deals with Noah's impact on her), I really appreciate how it shows Isobel healing and figuring things out and finally getting to decide what she wants for herself ❤️

And They Were Roommates by @greentealycheejelly

Maria/Rosa, Teen, art I like to imagine that this is a gentler 'verse where they got to leave Roswell together after high school 😍

A Star Sign out of Whack by @maeglinthebold

Maria/Rosa, Teen, 734 And on that note - if the night of Rosa's death went a little differently. So cute! And Maeg always nails the comedy.

open up your mouth and tell me what you mean by @eusuntgratie

Maria/Rosa, Teen, 288 A pre-canon moment, angsty and sweet.

[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!

[pencopanko]

I edited this a little bit just to make sure that it is still readable! Guess who is back on her Coco phase again

Define “Love”: A Coco Fanfiction

Author’s note: I would like to thank thefreedictionary.com for the Spanish definition of love. I am by no means Hispanic but I’m currently just starting to learn Spanish. If anyone can recommend me a good Spanish-only dictionary or a grammar dictionary that’d be wonderful. I also would like to thank Charles M. Schulz for Peanuts, specifically the episode Play It Again, Charlie Brown.

As you can see, this little ship has taken over my life. And so, I present to you what is probably the first Marco x Rosa (Marosa) fanfiction on this site. It’s loosely based on @slusheeduck’s fanfiction titled Sonance, so I recommend reading it first. But the gist is Marco Veracruz is Ernesto’s great-great-grandson who at first hated Miguel for exposing Ernesto but later on became Miguel’s friend. It is implied in the story’s ending that the boy visits the Riveras during the holidays after that.

Why do I ship him with Rosa? I dunno, I guess it’s just the side effects. But I like it so here you go. Enjoy!

~~~~~

“Just a few more touches… Done! ¡Mira, what do you think?”

Marco held up his piece to Rosa who was sitting next to him as he was finishing up a watercolour study of Tía Carmen, his unknowing model, who was drawn carrying a basket of laundry. It was simple but there was a quiet beauty in it ― just like the model in real life, thought Rosa.

They were sitting in the dining room, staying away from the summer sun. It was a Sunday in June and the Riveras were having a day off from work, only going to the workshop for necessary repairs.

“I love it! And I’m sure Mamá would love it too”, she replied. Marco lit up as her words reached his ears. Why wouldn’t he? Back in México City, nobody at home would even take a glance at his artworks. His parents were either busy with handling the press and all that or were just too cold to even care. His manager only shrugged and said “Well, it’s alright I guess” before typing some messages on her phone again. Hearing such kind and encouraging words from someone truly felt good.

Seeing him lit up only made Rosa blush even more than she already had. ¡Ay, him and that smile of his! Qué injusto!

Miguel was off with Abel to help Abuelita with the groceries and to Rosa that meant spending more time with Marco. Starting last year, he had been visiting the Rivera family every summer–and Rosa had been enamored with the boy from México City ever since. Oh, sure, she was upset and angry that her cousin was treated badly by him at first, but after seeing him in person for the first time, she couldn’t help it. She was smitten.

At first, she nearly couldn’t tell them apart. But after taking a good look, she realized that her cousin and his new friend were as different as fire and ice. While Miguel was like cinnamon; heartwarming with a hint of sweetness, could be overpowering at times and a force to be reckoned with if angered, Marco was pure salt. Sassy, sometimes snarky, manipulative at times, and yet somehow without him things just felt incomplete like the time Tía Gloria forgot to add salt into the menudo for dinner last week. And, like her, her brothers, and her eldest cousin, he could be very determined.

Last year she didn’t get to tell him how she felt. She was too cautious last year, trying to test the waters. This time, she decided. This time I will tell him.

I will make him fall for me like how he made me fall for him.

“Marco?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know what love is?”, she asked.

Marco paused and looked up from his sketchbook. He looked at Rosa, one brow raised. Love as a word wasn’t too hard to define but maybe she was testing her?

From what he knew, Rosa Rivera was the smartest out of all the Rivera children. Like pepper was she; adventurous, sassy, and could suit to all your needs, sweet or savoury. The ever-efficient, ever-reliable girl had a charm to her that Marco couldn’t put his hands on. But whatever it could be, he certainly liked it.

But this time, Marco was certain she was testing him. Definitely. She’s definitely testing my vocabulary, he thought.

And with a smug smile (that made Rosa instantly melt inside), he proudly said “Love. A noun. To be fond of. A strong affection for or attachment or devotion to a person or persons”.

Rosa looked at him as if he had said something odd. Rude, he thought. He looked around, and then back at her. “Uh, what?”, he asked. “Didn’t I just define it? Isn’t that what you want?”. Whatever game she was playing, he certainly didn’t know what the rules were. If only she would tell him!

That statement wasn’t what Rosa was expecting at all. Who defines love that way? Is this boy really that clueless? “Marco,” she slowly replied, “That’s… not exactly what I meant…”. She gave him a lopsided grin and let out a little chuckle.

Marco then realized he just defined love in English. Seeing Rosa’s expression (that was somehow really cute ― wait what) he decided to make it easier for the both of them.

By defining it in Spanish.

“Amor. Sentimienteo de afecto y pasión experimentado por una persona hacia otra. Vivo afecto o inclinación hacia una persona o cosa”.

He looked at her. She looked at him. And then Rosa laughed. Oh, how silly were they being! A girl in love with a boy who was painfully oblivious. It did hurt, but seeing his face somehow made up for the pain. And then he laughed too, her laughter being too contagious. The two of them laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

“No, tonto! I meant as a feeling!” Rosa snickered. Marco chuckled as their laughter died down. And with a sad smile, he replied “Ah, how could anyone define anything as a feeling if they’ve never felt it before?”

Rosa looked at him, confused. Have never felt love before? How is that possible?

“But” she retorted, “surely you’ve felt it! I mean, don’t your parents-”

He shook his head. “They are cold towards me”, he said in a low voice.

“All they see is the boy whose job is to keep his great-great-grandfather’s legacy intact. The moment I rebelled by performing with Miguel and showing interest in something other than music, they basically lowkey disowned me.”

“How about crushes?”, Rosa continued.

Yet all she received was a shrug.

“Miguel was the very first actual friend I’ve ever had. I’ve never had an actual friend before, let alone a girlfriend”, he continued. He then looked at Rosa to see her eyes were that of pity. And what looked like affection? But maybe it was just the heat.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “I don’t need your pity”. His words only made Rosa pity him even more. Oh, how she wanted to hug all that hurt away! That smile of his suited him much more, anyway.

Rosa sighed. And with a soft smile she placed her right hand on his left shoulder. Marco looked at his shoulder and then Rosa. For some reason, he liked it. And he didn’t want her to let go. But why?

The girl next to him then smiled and said “To me, love is like a really good book. You just don’t want to let go of it”. Looking at little Socorro being carried by Tía Luisa, with Tío Enrique following close behind, she then continued.

“Love is like a warm hug or a cool bed. Or a really fluffy blanket. Or a cup of champurrado”.

Then she looked at Benny and Manny, who were singing some theme song from a superhero cartoon. “Sometimes,” she continued. “Love is like a song. It gets stuck in your head and that’s all you can think of.

"But,” she then added. “Love is also more than all that.”

Marco looked at her, confused. “More than all that?”, he asked. “Then, what is love?”

Rosa shrugged. After a few moments of silence, she looked at the ofrenda room and finally continued. “Love is a feeling you find in the most unexpected of places and or people.”

“Like Héctor Rivera and Mamá Imelda?”, Marco wondered out loud. Rosa looked at him with a smile and said, “Si, just like the two of them”. From their photo alone one could see how different they were (and are) in nature. The ever-serious, no-nonsense Imelda Rivera one day met the goofy, gentle-hearted músico named Héctor. And somehow love blossomed between the two.

“Don’t worry, Marco,” Rosa said gently. “I’m one hundred percent positive you’ll find love one day.” Marco smiled. He truly felt grateful for this talk of theirs.

Without realizing it, Rosa’s lips had already met Marco’s cheek. Gone was her previous ambition. All she wanted now was to see him happy. Marco gasped but before he could say anything, Rosa seemed to have realized what she had done. Embarrassed, she ran to the workshop, blushing like never before.

It felt weird being kissed by her but… it felt good? Pleasant, even. He didn’t know exactly how to react but deep down he felt happy for some reason. It certainly wasn’t like how those “tías” and “señoras” (who probably marinated themselves in their sickly perfume, he might add) would peck on his cheeks with lips overloaded with lipstick during events and important dinners like hens pecking on grains and worms.

This one had actual emotion put into it.

And suddenly all that confidence he knew he had felt like it suddenly vanished and now he felt a little bit shy.

He touched his cheek and wondered whether love could be found here, in this family after all.

Meanwhile, two boys were hiding in the ofrenda room, trying their best to stifle their laughter as Marco defined love to Rosa. Before anyone noticed, they ran to the older boy’s room and slammed the door shut before they both fell to the ground in a heap of laughter. But little did they know that something else happened after that.

While Abel and he were cackling like no tomorrow, Miguel also made a mental note to write to Papá Héctor and the rest for Diá de Muertos. He was absolutely certain that Tía Rosita would absolutely love it, the romantic that she was.

Oh, he thought. They would love to know about this!

[narsildur]

Just started A Day of Fallen Night and I’m absolutely hollering at this comment under Samantha Shannon’s Goodreads post

Buddy this may not be the place for you !

[silvervanadis]

Marosa Vetalda, Arteloth 'Loth' Beck & Dranghien Lakseng from The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

[eye-crescented]

me and the other 2 marosa stans how are we feeling after the announcement??

[majestativa]

It’s the night of the white lilies. About ten o’clock, the flowers lightly move to and fro. Nocturnal butterflies pass with brilliant little stones on their wings and they make them kiss the flowers.

— Marosa di Giorgio, Contemporary Uruguayan Poetry: A Bilingual Anthology, transl by Ronald Haladyna, (2010)

[mon-nid]

«Cuando yo era muy chica, mamá me regaló el Ángel de la Guarda. Es una estampa --dijo. Pero bien vi que era de verdad, el Ángel. No era una estampa, era el Ángel. Un ángel es así, leve, un color, una pintura, qué peso puede tener. Plumas largas y muy blancas y una azucena o algo parecido, lis, en la mano con la que me amparara de todo mal. Pasó el tiempo, desapareció la estampa, y el Ángel está conmigo, aún más fuerte y leve, adentro, de sien a sien. Me libró del mal; y me salvó de Mario. Mas ¿qué digo? ¿Los ángeles se equivocan, tienen yerros? Mario fue y es también un color, un oro, unas plumas, un timbre que van interna y eternamente, de una a otra sien.»

Marosa de Giorgio · La flor de lis · WunderKammer, 2024.

[themuseoftheviolets]

LIAAA HAVE YOU SEEN THIS???

JUST SAW IT IM SCREAMING!!!!!!! i was NOT expecting anything priory related to be announced so soon ahhhhhhh

[damadelocaso]

Cuando yo era lechuza observaba todo con mi pupila caliente y fría; no se me perdió ningún ser, ninguna cosa. Floté delante del que pasara por el campo, la doble capa abierta, las piernas blancas, entreabiertas; como una mujer. Y antes de que diese el grito petrificante, todos huían al monte de oro, al monte de las sombras, diciendo: ¿Y eso en medio del aire como una estrella?

Pero también, era una niña allá en la casa.

Mamá guardó para sí el misterio.

Y miraba a Dios llorando.

Marosa Di Giorgio

[primalmusic]

For @sapphicrnm Galentine's 2025 Day 2: eros (romantic love), some high school Maria/Rosa ❤️

dreams of you and me Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maria DeLuca/Rosa Ortecho Characters: Maria DeLuca, Rosa Ortecho Additional Tags: High School, Crushes, Guitar lessons, Inspired by Music, Art Summary: Rosa teaches Maria to play guitar

[adiosalasrosas]

De súbito, estalló la guerra. Se abrió como una bomba de azúcar

arriba de las calas. Primero, creíamos que era juego;

después, vimos que la cosa era siniestra. El aire quedó

ligeramente envenenado. Se desprendían los murciélagos

desde sus escondites, sus cuevas ocultas caían a los platos,

como rosas, como ratones que volvieran del infinito,

todavía, con las alas.

Por protegerlos de algún modo, enumerábamos los seres y las cosas:

"Las lechugas, los reptiles comestibles, las tacitas...".

Pero, ya los arados se habían vuelto aviones; cada uno, tenía

calavera y tenía alas, y ronroneaba cerca de las nubes, al alcance

de la manos pasaron los batallones al galope, al paso. Se prolongó

la aurora quieta, y al mediodía, el sol se partió; uno fue hacia el este,

el otro hacia el oeste. Como si el abuelo y la abuela se divorciaran.

De esto ya hace mucho, aquella vez, cuando estalló la guerra,

arriba de las calas.

—Marosa di Giorgio, DE SÚBITO, ESTALLÓ LA GUERRA

[frandelossantos]

[cinemaslife]

#124 Las Brujas de Dumpling Farm (2018)

Mark Griffith (Duncan Casey) tiene que volver a casa después de que su matrimonio fracase y se sienta perdido, además abusa del alcohol y sustancias de manera demasiado fácil, por lo que cree que volver a sus orígenes, con sus viejos amigos, hará que todo se calme. Encuentra que en la vieja granja de Dumpling alquilan una habitación y lo hace su viejo amigo Ian Pickering (Justin Marosa). Lo que Mark no sabe es que las cosas ya no son como antes, y que Ian, no es la persona que conocía.

Ian cada vez se comporta más extraño y las mujeres del pueblo no se lo ponen fácil. Mark desde que llega tiene pesadillas con que unas brujas o demonios quieren cazarle.

Para celebrar que ha vuelto al pueblo deciden hacer una fiesta de bienvenida con todos sus amigotes, toda la droga posible y todo el alcohol que tienen. Lo que en principio parece una fiesta brutal, llega Ian con algunas chicas de pueblo que seducen a los amigos de Mark y él empieza a rayarse por lo que deja de beber y drogarse porque empieza como una broma, luego no lo era tanto.

Las chicas llevan al grupo de jóvenes dentro en el bosque y ahí se transforman y los atacan, lo que hace que Mark salga corriendo y se esconda en el bosque.

Cuando terminan de asesinar a sus amigos, le huelen por el bosque y lo persiguen. Mark llega a su coche y se escapa por los pelos, pero acelera a toda pastilla para alejarse de allí.

Antes de esto, se da cuenta de que el plan de las brujas siempre ha sido darle caza a él, y que lo han conseguido gracias a Ian. Mark asesina a Ian y a dos de las brujas antes de salir huyendo en su coche.

Por mucho que huye, la bruja suprema le da caza y lo encierra de vuelta en su guarida y le encierra bajo llave, nadie va a ayudar a Mark a salir de esta.

[sshannonauthor]

In 2025, witness the fall of the Kingdom of Yscalin.

🥀

Among the Burning Flowers, a short prequel to The Priory of the Orange Tree, is publishing in hardback, ebook and audiobook in September 2025.

Told by three characters – Marosa Vetalda, Estina Melaugo, and Aubrecht Lievelyn – it will not only feature another stunning cover from Ivan Belikov, but also beautiful interior illustrations from Rovina Cai. You can pre-order it here.

🥀

Yscalin, land of sunshine and lavender, will soon be ablaze.

It has been centuries since the Draconic Army took wing, almost extinguishing humankind. 

Marosa Vetalda is a prisoner in her own home, controlled by her cold father, King Sigoso. Over the mountains, her betrothed, Aubrecht Lievelyn, rules Mentendon in all but name. Together, they intend to usher in a better world.

A better world seems impossibly distant to Estina Melaugo, who hunts the Draconic beasts that have slept across the world for centuries.

And now the great wyrm Fýredel is stirring, and Yscalin will be the first to fall . . .