#rickandmortykin

[fictionkinfessionsarchived]

I’m worried I’m too clingy with my Rick. I don’t wanna loose him again. We were talking and he took a while to respond after I answered a question and I immediately jumped to “he’s leaving me. He’ll find another Morty and never talk to me again and I’ll be Rickless forever.” I think something’s wrong with me if that’s where I immediately jumped to. -Morty Smith

[strange-kin-calls]

Hello, I'm Diane Sanchez from Rick and Morty and I'm mostly looking for my husband Rick and daughter Beth, but I'd love to talk to anyone! Just interact with this and I'll message you as soon as I can.

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[18pluskin]

hit questioningkin if you're looking for a Commander Peepers, Stanley Pines with an eyepatch, Kravitz/Magnus, or Rick Sanchez lmao I'm honestly dying for canonmates and friends.

[kin-squad-finder]

Hi, I'm Morty Smith from Rick n Morty && I'm looking for my grandpa, Rick! My canon is really weird, my dimension is N-928. It's okay if that doesn't ring a bell with you; I had a lot of Ricks and it'd honestly just be cool to talk to one again! No minors, please!

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[amorphousalien]

Yo friendly reminder I'm Rick n I'm still lookin for a Morty (not holding my breath that I'll find my specific Morty though that'd be cool) Shoot me a message or like this post or whatever if you're Morty looking for a Rick

[fictionkinfessions]

the s8 finale of rick and morty effectively destroyed me for several reasons. on one hand, i am so, so relieved and happy that rick seems to be changing and trying to move on. i know it hurt him. and i'm so proud.

on the other... i can't help but feel awful. and selfish. it's genuinely so annoying to be non-canon. it makes me feel so many ways, depending on the day. sad, upset, furious. helpless. he would never remember me. and i'm so angry that i have to live with the memory of what we had, just for my next life to be thrown into a universe where he exists in a series' canon and i don't.

it's almost ironic. it's almost like the omega device had been used on me but somehow worse. at least he could keep the memory of diane, until he didn't. but there's absolutely zero trace of me. not a single thing. searching for him is futile, i know any ricks out there would turn away because "who the fuck even is that?". they'd think it's pathetic. and it is. it's so fucking pathetic.

maybe i should move on too. but it's so hard when it feels like my heart is constantly trying to claw its way out of my ribcage to reach for him in some far, far away part of the universe. i miss him so much. i miss the stupid nicknames he gave me. i miss pretending to get mad when he called me a shortstack. i miss sitting next to each other in silence while we both did our thing, together. i miss spending time playing videogames with morty when rick was busy. or gossiping with summer. or helping beth out in the kitchen. or even watching whatever dumb fucking tv show with jerry. i miss the warmth the whole family received me with. i miss it all.

maybe it's selfish. maybe i should be happy that rick isn't burdened with yet another memory of a lost loved one. but i miss it all. and it breaks my heart in a million pieces to know they don't miss me, because they can't. because they don't even know me anymore.

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[fictionkinfessions]

Rick Sanchez back AGAIN, damn I’m coming by here a lot. Let’s see, oh, I fucking hated beer. The only way I drank alcohol was like, hard sodas. Which was still a lot, chugged those bastards down and fast. Littered my ship with bottles and cans.

In good news, Morty would switch it out with normal sides and I couldn’t tell the difference for a while. Not that it was hard to, he didn’t even have to hide the label or anything. I just drank whatever was given.

Also Beth, you fry a fantastic sunny side up egg. Cook the shit outta them. Don’t know how you do it. Love it.

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[fictionkinfessions]

so. rick and morty s8 finale, huh?

up till now i’ve been pretty okay with my death. like, i would’ve preferred not getting killed, of course, but i’m someone who tries to live for the now and i’m blessed enough to have enough of my family back so what the fuck does it matter, right? i’m not gonna sit and dwell about my death when i was gone before i even processed what i was looking at. i’ve been really good about keeping it together for them because wtf do i have to be upset about i WAS DEAD. rick lost himself to the grief of losing me, and beth lost her mother. i’d much rather be there for them than anything else.

but this last episode, man…i dunno. the fact that prime’s device fucked with their memories of me, especially for the beths that had a diane, it’s not. it’s not fucking fair. i should have been there. i should’ve gotten the chance to raise my daughter and grow old with my husband. like, i get it’s an extended grief metaphor, because memories warp and change and fade after someone’s dead anyways, but something about the outside interference from prime just makes me so fucking upset. like he can’t just kill me, and then all of the other mes, he has to go so far as to alter the fabric of my loved ones’ memories. i didn’t do anything to you, man. sorry your marriage to your diane sucked so much that this felt necessary but jesus fucking christ.

selfishly, it hurts that rick removed his memory of me, too. i feel like an asshole talking about this part because he deserves to move on, it’s not about that, i just…god i feel so guilty being a source of such great pain for him especially given he doesn’t even have the good memories to look back on. i just wish it didn’t have to come to this.

i dunno. at least memory rick and memory me got to be happy together, in the end, though i did love my daughter way too much to sell her out like that. brings me a little peace that the device isn’t completely perfect. there is still a version of us out there.

—diane c-137

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