#rnm echo

Join us in celebrating our beloved alien show and our little fandom by signing up for this year’s secret santa exchange! Link to the Google form where you’ll tell us what you’d like to gift and recieve <3

Sign-ups close on October 19th at midnight (Roswell, New Mexico time; MT)!

Assignments will be sent out by October 26th and gifts are due December 20th (nine weeks after assignments are sent). With a midway check point to make sure everyone is on track to getting their gift completed!

Rules/Guidelines

You have to have your tumblr askbox open and set to allow anon asks (so your secret Santa can get in touch and curate your gift to you)!

Any gifts posted to ao3 can be added to the collection here!

AI generated gifts are not allowed

guidelines for each type of gift below the cut

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!

Chapter 13

Even though there were no candles in sight, thanks to the waning light of the sunset, Michael's home had the same sort of warm, golden light to it. Maria snuggled deeper into Michael's couch. There was a ripple. A murmur on the edge of her senses. At first it felt like more thunder, growing closer. Peaceful. Maria had always loved summer storms. She sank more into that space between waking and dreaming. Up. Wake up.