Calling all artists! Considering signing up for the 2025 RNM Big Bang?

If you love RNM and fanfic, and enjoy making art of any kind, we would love to have you! We have a wonderful variety of story ideas this year and want to make sure we have enough artists and authors to pair everyone together with stories that really excite them. If you have been thinking of signing up to make art for the incredible batch of writers we have this year, please sign up!

As a reminder, art can be in any form and doesn't have to be just gifs. Digital or Traditional art, model art (like Legos or cross-stitch), videos, playlists (with cover art), and many other types are always a welcome sight to see!

If you are unsure about what you have to offer 'counting', you can send us an ask, or email us at [email protected] and we'll let you know. But really, we love art in ALL forms! We are so excited for everyone to see what's being created this year, and would love for you to be a part of the excitement!

All the king's horses, all the king's men Couldn't put me together again 'Cause all of my enemies started out friends Help me hold onto you 

Answer it w/a gif

1. First ship (Jack & Daniel - Stargate SG1)

2. First OTP (Brian & Justin - QAF)

3. Currently fav ship

4. You ship them since they first met (Jack & Ianto - Torchwood)

5. You wish they had been endgame (McDanno - Hawaii Five-0)

6. You wish they had been canon (Hotch & Reid - Criminal Minds)

7. Most of the fandom hate, but you love (Forlex - RNM)

8. You don’t even watch the show/movie, but you ship them anyway (Malec - Shadowhunters)

9. You wish they had a different storyline (Matthew & Emma - Dr Quinn)

Gif from @colorado-springs

10. Favourite Ship that are endgame (Tarlos - 911LS)

Here at Alex Guerin Appreciation we spend a lot of time thinking about Alex and we know a lot of you do, too.

We wanted an interactive way for fans to share their love for Alex that didn't culminate in one week a year—let's face it, one week will never be enough—so we decided to release a few prompts each month to celebrate this man we all love.

To participate, all you need to do is:

Create fanworks based on one or more of our prompts ➔ fanart, fanvids, fanfiction, fanmixes, gifs, edits, rec lists, meta, etc.

Post them during the current month

Tag your posts with #alexguerinmonthly or #alexmanesmonthly

It had been a difficult transition, learning to see a different side of Forrest, a more disciplined and structured side. Harsh edges that could have been forged in war, or rather from being a skeptic all too close to the truth.

They worked together well.

Alex had come to that realization one hazy morning when the light was filtering in through motel blinds, Forrest’s arm draped across his hip. Because he’d pulled strings, made a few delicate lies to his superiors, and followed Alex out to unravel the Project Shepherd strings. Remove all traces of the disease the Manes and Valenti men had instilled into the world.

It wasn’t even that, the moving from place to place and digging through his families marred history. Wasn’t Forrest using his connections and knowledge to dredge up the Manes men’s secrets.

It was more than that. Forrest had only nodded and accepted Alex’s weak explanations, had fully accepted that Caulfield and Project Shepherd, though strongly rooted in his family, weren’t his secrets to share.

Alex frowns as he watches Forrest pack up the last of his things. It was their last night in Nevada, before they returned to Roswell. Before the last year meant nothing, just a blip in the grand scheme of things. Only the two of them erasing the very thing Forrest had dedicated his whole life to uncovering and sharing with the world at large.

“Thank you,” Alex says, voice sticking in his throat uncomfortably. A small hateful voice in the back of his mind calling it a weakness, to make one’s self reliant on others.

Forrest arches a brow silently, “for?”

Alex rolls his eyes at him, “you’ve spent the last year haunting ghosts with me. At the expense of some very angry calls from your ’employer’.”