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bisexualalienss · 2 years

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Rosa Ortecho Weekend 2022 | Day 1: Arts and Crafts

#rosaortechoedit #roswellnmedit #roswellnewmexicoedit #rnmedit #roswellnmsource #rosaweekend22 #ladiesofrnm #cwladiesdaily #tvedit #cinematv #rosa ortecho #roswell new mexico #rnm #bisexualalienss*#some of my favorite pieces 🥺

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maeglinthebold · 2 years

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Rosa, A.D.

🌹 A playlist of Rosa songs that were released after Rosa died. Created for @rosaweekend22 Day 2: Time Keeps Slipping. 🌹

[YouTube]

[Amazon Music]

[Spotify]

album cover by me, image credit (x), thanks to @haloud for keeping me off spotify another day

#rosaweekend22 #rosa ortecho #roswell new mexico #rnm playlist #rnmedit #roswellnmsource #rnm #roswell nm #rnm music #playlist

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a1kitkat · 2 years

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Rosa Weekend - Day 3 - We are Family

Rosa & Liz; Rosa & Kyle; Rosa & Isobel.

#rosaweekend22 #rosa ortecho #roswell new mexico

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rosaweekend22 · 2 years

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Rosa Ortecho Weekend is here!!!

Time to celebrate our love for Rosa with three days of creativity. Write a fic, create a gif set or just flail over how much you adore Rosa/Amber.

The following prompts are just a rough guide for if you’d like to participate but aren’t sure where to begin.

Friday 20th May

Arts & Crafts: Rosa is very into art, and you can be too. Make a gif set or an artwork of your own… or write a fic/meta about Rosa’s creative side.

Saturday 21st May

Time Keeps Slipping: Rosa missed ten years, the world kept going and times have changed. Use gifs or art or fic or meta to show ways she’s reintegrated back into life, or to acknowledge the things she missed.

Sunday 22nd May

We are Family: Time to explore the relationships in Rosa’s life. From her family (Liz, Arturo & Kyle) to the friends who missed her (Maria & Alex) and those who are getting to know her now (Max, Michael, Isobel). Get creative in exploring and celebrating Rosa’s dynamics with all the characters!

Tag your works with #rosaweekend22 or @ this account.

Have fun!

#rosaweekend22 #roswell new mexico #rosa ortecho #rnm events

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thesquidkid · 2 years

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all across the alien nation

Written for day 3 of @rosaweekend22 (with inspirations from day 2). A look into Rosa's mind, her feelings, and what kind of friend she was, before she died. What kind of friend she became when she came back to life.

Huge thank you to @gritkitty, for reading over my fic, correcting the spelling mistakes, and for encouraging me to write more dialogues!

Since this is a fic that is mostly from Rosa's pov, I have to warn you about certain themes in this fic: drug use and underage drinking, mind control (Noah), death (Rosa), depression.

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Rosa Ortecho never fit in Roswell. From a very early age, she was different, and she knew it. She was always compared to her little sister, Liz. The two girls had very little in common: Liz was smart, top of her class, Rosa didn’t even want to stay at school. Liz was happy, Rosa was sad.

One thing about Rosa was that she really, really liked her little sister's friends. She would never dare say it to them, of course not, but she tried to show it the best way she could. She promised herself that she would be like their big sister, and she intended to keep her word.

First, there was Maria DeLuca, who Liz befriended in 1st grade. Maria was the daughter of Mimi DeLuca, who was the town psychic, and got lots of side looks and insults in doing so. Rosa didn't particularly believe in everything Mimi said, but she made sure that no one would dare say anything terrible to Mimi. She also made sure to be there for Maria, for whom the responsibility of taking care of Mimi fell upon.

Since Mimi worked evenings at a cowboy bar, the Wild Pony, Maria ended up spending a lot of nights with the Ortecho's. That meant that, as the older sister, Rosa was responsible for both girls going to bed early. If one of them had a nightmare, Rosa would be the first one up, calming the younger girl down before her papi could wake up.

Alex Manes entered Rosa's life in 3rd grade, after Alex's mother, Mindy, left.

Rosa knew a thing or two about mother's leaving. Her's had come and gone quite a few times in Rosa's ten years of life. So when one night Liz asked their papi if Alex could stay the night, because his dad was away on a work trip, and his mom was gone, Rosa instantly knew that she would adopt Alex as a younger sibling. She had always wanted a brother after all.

But befriending Alex, meant also being friends with Alex's best friend, Kyle Valenti. They were always together at the playground, sitting next to each other in class, always running around, pretending to be detectives.

They did actually manage to solve quite a few mysteries together. First, there had been the missing shoe, which they had found in the boy's toilets, under the sink, and that belonged to a 1st grader. Then, proud of having found the missing shoe, they had tried a go at harder mysteries. Like the missing backpack, which actually got them into more trouble, as the 5th grader it belonged to specifically didn't want his bag to be found.

Rosa had punched the kid and gotten into quite a lot of trouble, but it had been worth it. No one could be mean to her friends, without facing the consequences – her fist.

Continue on AO3

#i loved writing from the pov of Rosa #rosaweekend22 #rnm fic #roswell new mexico #rosa ortecho #thesquidkid writes

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jule1122 · 2 years

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RNM Fic - Little Green Cakes

A small ficlet for @rosaweekend22. I’ve been wanting to write about Rosa decorating cakes for a while and this was the perfect chance to do that. I think it works as a belated entry for Day 1: Arts & Crafts.

This is a gen fic, Rosa focused with no warnings. Just a look a possible future.

Little Green Cakes on AO3

It starts like many of her ideas do - with a bout of insomnia. Rosa’s been restless since she came back from New York. After being gone for so long, she’s no longer needed in the diner, and that leaves her with too many hours to fill. She stretches and paints, but it’s not enough.

Tired of staring at the ceiling, Rosa brings up Netflix and asks it to “surprise” her. Netflix chooses The Great British Baking Show, a real surprise since Rosa’s never watched a baking show before, but she binges half a season before falling asleep.

The next time she can’t sleep, she hits “continue watching” on the Netflix menu, and makes it all the way to the finale. Rosa learns quickly she doesn’t care about biscuit towers and themed pies, but the elaborate decorated cakes brought out as showstoppers fascinate her. She starts watching other baking shows, seeking out ones that focus on cakes. When she sees cakes that are painted like watercolors and airbrushed she goes from thinking “I could do that” to thinking “I want to do that.”

She drives an hour to a specialty baking store and buys piping bags, tips, and premade icing. She replaces her late night Netflix habit with hours of youtube tutorials. Rosa pipes onto parchment paper until her hands hurt, until she can create a garden of flowers, intricate lace designs and embroidered scenes. Her next step is practicing on frozen pound cakes where she also learns about crumb coats and palate knives and icing scrapers.

When she finds out the baking store offers classes, she signs up. First she learns to make her own icings - buttercreams and royal icing. She sneaks into the kitchen at night with boxed cake mixes and whips up her own icing while her cakes and cupcakes bake. She ends her next class with three solid cake recipes and rewards herself with an airbrush machine. She almost cries the first time she uses it, and she can see her vision on the cake.

There is no way Arturo doesn’t know what Rosa is doing, but he never says anything. He just orders extra eggs and asks Rosa to look over his supply list, never questioning the vanilla extract and high quality food coloring she adds on. The first cake Rosa shares with anyone is for Arturo’s birthday. She makes a Mexican hot chocolate cake with cinnamon cream cheese frosting that she airbrushes and decorates to look like the Crashdown sign against the night sky.

Arturo cries when she brings it out, and everyone fusses about it to the point where Rosa wishes she lied and said she ordered it from a bakery. But she can’t help feeling a little proud when someone tells her it’s beautiful or it’s the best cake they’ve ever had.

She manages to avoid any serious one-on-one conversations for most of the night, but Arturo pulls her aside as they are cleaning up.

“Rosa, your cake was magnificent,” he tells her with a big smile.

“Thanks,” Rosa looks away.

“Now,” he stops her when she tries to start gathering empty plates. “I thought there might be a little mouse in my kitchen at night.”

“Papi,” Rosa sighs. They weren’t talking about this but now they are, and she’s not sure if she should apologize.

“The mouse,” Arturo continues as if Rosa had spoken, “is very sweet. Always cleans up so no one knows they were there. But if they wanted to leave something behind, maybe to be enjoyed by their father or even sold to hungry customers, that would be nice.”

“You want to sell my cakes? You don’t even know if they are any good,” Rosa protests.

“Rosa, you just made me the most delicious cake covered in your artwork. Who wouldn’t love that? But only if you want to. Thank you again, my beautiful daughter, for the best birthday cake ever.” Arturo kisses her on the cheek and leaves her shaking her head and dreaming.

It’s another week before she’s brave enough to leave two cakes and a dozen cupcakes in the fridge when she goes to bed. When Rosa peeks into the diner in the afternoon they are gone, and Arturo tells her they sold out before the lunch rush ended. So she does it again and again, and each time everything she bakes sells out.

Before Rosa knows it, she has a routine. She takes over the kitchen once the diner closes and bakes until she’s tired. The fridge is filled with her creations for Arturo to sell the next day. One night she forgets to write down what she baked, but Arturo tells her he sold them as surprise cakes and charged an extra dollar. He swears they sold out the fastest of anything she’s baked.

When Rosa comes back from a three day music festival trip with Maria, half the Crashdown’s counter has been replaced with a bakery case. “Little green cakes,” the name she came up with on a whim, is burned into the wood trim at the top of the case in a looping script that looks suspiciously like her own handwriting.

“Papi!” Rosa gasps, hands cover her mouth as she stares at it.

“What do you think?” Arturo beams at her from behind the case. “Almost pretty enough for your cakes.”

“It’s too much. You shouldn’t change the diner for me.”

“Who else would I change it for? Your baking makes it better, I want to show it off.”

“Thank you,” Rosa knows there is no arguing with her father when puts his mind to something. “I love it,” she adds as Arturo steps out to admire the case with her.

“I know you would,” Arturo says proudly, pulling her into a hug and kissing the top of her head.

What Rosa loves best about baking is that she gets to do it herself in a quiet kitchen at night. She doesn’t take orders or special requests, rarely even sees customers since her cakes usually sell out before she gets out of bed. She bakes what she wants- sometimes filling the case with alien themed cupcakes or airbrushed cakes with desert sunsets and embroidered blooming cactus, in the middle of winter she covers dozens of cupcakes with bright, buttercream bouquets, and hand paints elaborate sugar skulls for weeks before Day of the Dead.

The first time Rosa walks into the kitchen and doesn’t want to bake, she panics. She sits in the kitchen all night willing herself to just bake something. Rosa is still sitting there when Arturo comes in, already smiling as he turns on the lights.

“Rosa!” he exclaims, surprised to see her. “You’re still up? You must have baked too much.”

“Papi,” Rosa throws herself in front of the fridge before he can open it. “There’s nothing there. I didn’t bake last night.”

“Okay,” Arturo shrugs and walks out into the dining room.

Rosa follows him and gestures to the empty bakery case. “It’s not okay. I didn’t bake anything and people expect. . .”

“That’s what this is for,” Arturo cuts her off and puts a “Sold Out” sign on the bakery case. “The Crashdown is a diner. People can expect fries and milkshakes and alien antennas. You cakes are a bonus. If I run out of fries, they can complain. You don’t bake, they can still get a milkshake.”

“Why aren’t you mad?” Rosa can’t help asking. “I let you down.”

“Rosa,” Arturo shakes his head. “I ask you to bake because it makes you smile. When it doesn’t make you smile, I don’t want you to bake.”

Rosa blinks back tears from her eyes and hugs Arturo tightly. “I love you, Papi.”

“I love you too,” Arturo squeezes her tightly before shooing her out of the dining room. “Now go get some sleep. Maybe you feel like baking tonight, maybe you don’t.”

Rosa bakes more often then she doesn’t. But she knows if she needs a break or is too caught up in a painting to want to stop, she doesn’t have too. Most days the Crashdown bakery case is full in the morning and empty long before closing. Rosa keeps a notebook of things she wants to learn - mirror glazes, tempered chocolate and spun sugar, but she doesn’t rush. She smiles when she walks into the kitchen and bakes what she wants and sleeps better than she ever has before.

#rosaweekend22 #Day 1 Arts & Crafts #rnm fic #my fic #rosa ortecho #arturo ortecho #future fic #Baking as art #Arturo is an amazing father

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dr-lizortecho · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39114963

They were all huddled about their regular table, beers and sodas dispersed between them, while they laughed. Something about Kyle and closets, she thinks, but instead of paying attention she’s leaned back rootbeer in hand, enjoying the moment. The smiles on her siblings faces as they bicker at something Max said, and the way Maria leans into Gregory’s shoulder.

It’s a level of happiness she’d thought had slipped away. Between Liz and Kyle’s respective breakups, and the whole Maria’s brain up and quitting thing.

#rosaweekend22 #roswell new mexico #rnm #rnm fic #rosa ortecho #dallas haines #rosa x dallas

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daughterofelros · 2 years

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Two Bill || Rosa Ortecho Weekend

For Day 3 of Rosa Weekend 2022 @rosaweekend22

#rosa ortecho #rosaweekend2022 #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #Kyle/Liz/Max #Kaliz #fanfic

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bisexualalienss · 2 years

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