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Rickorty Week Day 4: Mythological Creatures

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Morty’s getting pretty good at asking for it. 

“H-hey, Rick?” 

Rick doesn’t look over from the TV, which is currently playing a rerun of a JoJo Siwa political documentary in a universe where she’s the president of the United States. It’s a miniseries, a retrospective, and they’ve been powering through episodes all night. Everyone went to bed long ago; Mom, Dad, and Summer had started to give Morty a wide berth after ten PM. But he doesn’t mind not sleeping, now, because Rick doesn’t sleep either. Only in fits and starts. Sometimes over his work bench, face mashed into mechanical junk, or passed out on the couch. He snores, but only when he’s really drunk– not that Morty’s watching. 

“Um,” Morty says, picking at a thread on the couch cushion. 

“What?” Rick sounds too distant to be annoyed, just flat and tired.

“M’ getting kinda, you know.” 

“What?”

“Hungry?” Morty’s voice cracks on the last part. 

Jojo screams something excitedly on the TV, pointing at a diplomat from another country and waving. Her facial rhinestones match her power suit. 

Rick’s still watching, glazed eyes flashing in the TV’s glow. “Her foreign policy sucked,” he mutters.

“I’m hungry, Rick.” 

“Want me to order some fucking sugar chicken, then?” Rick asks, finally swiveling to actually look at Morty. “Huh, Morty? Want some Panda Express?”

Morty’s throat feels so dry it crackles. He thinks of the pool of sunlight that’ll be creeping towards them through the glass patio doors when the sun rises in a few hours, ready to burn him. His vision blurs a little and he gives a painful swallow. 

“Y-y-you know what I mean, Rick,” he whispers. It isn’t fair that Rick always plays him like this when he’s fucked Morty up in the first place. Experiment gone sour, vampirism��� Morty had to pick that term up– spreading too aggressively to be cut out, too deeply to pull the plug and hop to a clone. He rests his hand on the couch next to Rick’s leg. Not touching it, but just, you know, next to it. He can feel the heat of Rick’s body beside his own like he’s sitting near a radiator. Throbbing is such a weird word, but that’s the only way to describe it. Rick is throbbing with heat. Morty runs his tongue over the stubs of his teeth. 

“You know, my blood is probably some of the nastiest shit you could put inside you,” Rick’s saying. “Got yeeears of k-lax and alcohol abuse in here. And some other stuff. I think one of Unity’s non-humanoid bodies might have had–”  

“I don’t care. E-everything else tastes like ass and I don’t want to drink it.” Morty makes a face, saying that out loud, but it’s true. The bags of O-positive Rick had pulled out of his lab freezer after he’d just turned Morty had tasted like the equivalent of soggy pizza cardboard. Real pizza– all normal food– also tastes terrible. Animal blood has a funky, earthy smell and a worse flavor, when he’d tried it. And he isn’t about to make anyone else let him drink their blood.

Rick made his own bed. He can lie in it. 

Rick watches his face for a moment, expression unreadable. Then he sighs, and rolls up his sleeve. 

“Not on the couch, you little moron. Or, you wanna g-get b-blood everywhere?” 

“I won’t get it everywhere,” Morty whines. He did the first time, when they fed in the garage, but he’s neater about it, now. He’d been so new, then, and dying for it, ready to rip Rick’s veins right open, ready to swim inside him to make the pain of his thirst go away. Now, after two weeks of feedings, he doesn’t waste a drop. 

Rick tries to stand, but Morty catches his wrist. He’s taken aback at his own strength; that’s still a surprising perk. He keeps accidentally breaking doorknobs off of classrooms in school. Denting his locker door when he closes it with a slam so loud it echoes through the hallways. Shattering glasses. Jerking his own dick too hard and too fast by accident. 

Rick pauses, looking down at him. He seems like he’s weighing making his grandson let go with words or by force. But Morty doesn’t let go. He can feel the throbbing of Rick’s blood now, pulse pressed against the circle of his fingers. His stomach twists with a tortured sounding gurgle. 

“Please,” he says. 

“Alright. Jesus,” Rick says, sitting back down with a roll of his eyes, yanking his wrist out Morty’s grasp quickly enough to break his hold. “Just a second, A-A-Augustus Gloop.”

He reaches into the breast pocket of his lab coat and pulls out a little packet, which he rips open with his teeth. Morty’s chest thuds because it looked kind of like a condom. He probably shouldn’t have thought that. Rick unfolds the moist towelette inside and uses it to briskly swab the inner part of his forearm. The pale stretch of it gleams up under the light of the ad that’s playing on TV, riddled with blue and green veins, skin going translucent with age. Morty’s mouth waters. 

“You– you just carry a swab with you?” he asks, licking back drool. It’s a genuine question. Did Rick want to– was he just waiting around for Morty to—

“More for my benefit than yours. Human mouths are one of the diEUUGHrtiest parts of our bodies, Morty.” 

“That doesn’t seem true, but okay,” Morty says. 

“I’m not fucking with you. Humans are filthy.” 

Rick throws the used wipe over the back of the couch, then pats the space beside him, like they’re going to cozy up and watch more TV together, easy as anything. Morty crawls over.  

Rick offering his skinny-ass forearm to him like this in the middle of the house is insane. They usually feed in the garage, sitting clinically in separate foldable chairs, lights flipped on. It’s dark in the living room, and it should be hard to see—should leave Morty fumbling and awkward, unable to function—but it doesn’t. Morty’s different, now. Darkness is easy. This close, he can sense all the sweet spots where the most blood flows in Rick’s body and where to land the best bite; he would have liked it a lot better if Rick let him feed at his neck, or at the top of his thighs, or even near his armpits, he thinks, but he’ll take what Rick will give him. 

“Don’t– don’t rip my fuckin’ arm off here, Morty, I need it.” They’re so close together that Rick’s voice is quieter than normal. Maybe he’s a little scared. Morty likes that; the idea of being able to scare Rick, a bit, for once. 

“I won’t,” Morty says with a lisp. His pointy canine teeth are getting longer in his mouth and making it hard to talk. Carefully, he takes Rick’s offered arm into his hands. His left one, the one with less cybernetic shit in it, flesh and blood around a hollow titanium bone that sheathes a grappling device. He smells kind of bad but also kind of good, like he always does, like alcohol sweats and a familiar old man powderiness. Morty darts his tongue across his lower lip. Rick’s chest is rising and falling gently, calmly, as he waits for Morty to start. 

“M’ just– don’t mind me, Morty, just watching TV, here. Just gonna finish this show, or whatever.” 

Rick claims he’s a god-robot-monster all the time— won’t shut up about it. But it turns out he’s still human, Morty thinks, a little vindictively, as he bites down. At least, still human enough to feed him.  

As he adjusts his bite to get the blood flowing, pressing against the smooth, hairless slip of Rick’s forearm with his tongue, he wonders if this was why people like wine. He’d always hated it, and spat out the mouthful of Mom’s that he’d snuck when he was ten and she was on the phone, because it was nasty, but maybe there’s something more appealing to it than he thought. An age and bitterness, in a good way, the kind that gives it a lot of different and interesting flavors at once. That’s what Rick’s blood tastes like. It tastes really fucking good. 

The TV’s making more sounds, but Morty can’t hear them anymore. He’s way too busy gulping Rick’s blood. Distantly, as if it were happening to someone else, he realizes he’s getting hard. Vaguely, he tries to direct his thoughts towards Jessica, but it’s tricky, considering he’s touching Rick and smelling Rick and drinking from Rick’s body. That Rick’s delicious blood is filling his mouth and sliding down his throat with every swallow. 

The flow stutters, so he pressed up all along his grandpa’s side to get a better angle. For a second, his dick brushes against Rick’s leg, hot and obvious. He tenses. Rick doesn’t say anything, though, just keeps sitting there quietly, so he relaxes again. Whatever, if Rick doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, and everything feels good. This is so fucking good. It feels right. He keeps feeding, actively sucking, now, because the flow is starting to taper off, blood only coming in hot spurts when he coaxes it out. He rocks his hips, a little, getting some friction on his dick, because he’s  so warm and full, and that feels good, too—

“—orty. Morty, that’s enough. Stop.”

Morty doesn’t stop. He swirles his tongue needily around the bite marks, pleasure unfurling up from his stomach and over his whole body, from his scalp to the bottom of his feet. Feeding from his grandpa like this is euphoric. 

“M-Morty, stop.” 

A hand pushes him back, roughly. It could be anyone’s hand. Morty is longer tethered to earth, fully. Suddenly, Morty’s laying on the floor by the coffee table, panting, ass sore from falling on it. His chin’s covered in own spit. His cheeks are flushed. There’s a definite tent pitched in his jeans, and everything is cold with the lack of a body to be pressed up against. When he looks up, Rick seems pale, even by his own standards, and his hair’s wilder, too. He’s blinking kind of a lot, staring down at Morty with fury on his face despite his heavy eyelids. He looks like he’s having trouble staying awake. 

“You– you don’t know how lucky you are that my cybernetic enhancements will start injecting substitute into my bloodstream if I lose more than a quart of blood, Morty,” he says in a low, deadly voice. Morty hears the edge of a wheeze in it. “A quaAAAUGhrt. Do you know how much that is? You fucking, you fucking numbskull braindead idiot?”

“No?”

“That’s what I— that’s what I thought,” Rick says, getting unsteadily to his feet with the help of the couch arm. “I’ll be in the garage. Don’t follow me.” 

Morty watches as his grandpa woozily makes his way out of the living room. He’s actually a little worried Rick’s going to pass out, or crash into something, but he doesn’t. He’s gone. Morty rubs the back of his hand across his mouth, and when he looks at it in the TV’s half-light, it’s smeared dark with Rick’s blood.

“S-sorry,” he says, late. 

–

Morty climbs upstairs to his room even though it’s more like roleplaying someone that needs to sleep than an actual need. He lays down on top of his covers next to his closet that’s now full of hats and sunglasses and UV-protective long sleeve shirts, above a kitchen filled with food he can’t eat, and a hallway mirror he can no longer see his own reflection in. 

He lays there quietly and waits, full-stomached, giving Rick a little privacy. Some time to cool off. If Rick noticed Morty’s hardon, he didn’t comment on it. 

But Morty had seen where Rick’s blood went, while he was feeding. 

He could sense it, the thick coursing of it, even in the dark.

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The Walking Dead Comic Best Moments

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The Walking Dead comic has come to an untimely end. Here are some of the best moments from the book's 193 issue run.

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This Walking Dead article contains spoilers for the comic series.

The Walking Dead is over. It seems strange to type that but it's true all the same.

Though the franchise lives on in multiple TV shows, movies, games, and books, Robert Kirkman's comic book series that started it all has called it quits with Issue 193. You can read us process the ending over here. But for now perhaps its best to remember all the good times rather than just the end.

Gathered here are some of (though not nearly all) of the best and most impactful issue from The Walking Dead's 193-issue run. From Rick's awakening to Rick's...sleepening, here are our picks for The Walking Dead's best and most memorable moments

Rick Wakes Up

Volume 1 - Days Gone Bye

It must never be overlooked just how iconic the first issues of The Walking Dead are. How better to begin a story than with the hero shot into a coma? Rick Grimes wakes up months later into a brave new world. All the imagery is here from Rick's first breaths all the way through the charmingly misread "Don't Dead Open Inside" message on the hospital door.

We're All Infected

Volume 3 - Safety Behind Bars

Every zombie story adopts its own zombie rules. Bites from the dead dooming a person to an unfortunate afterlife? That's a given. What The Walking Dead adds in this early moment is a little twist. It's not just zombie bites that create a zombie, it's death of any kind. Rick, Tyreese, and the gang find this out in tragic fashion with a murder-suicide gone wrong. This is also the first glimpse we see of Tyreese's brutal competence in this new world. 

Michonne's Introduction

Volume 4 - The Heart's Desire

Every zombie story needs a good hero. Rick Grimes is damn near perfect as the Kentucky lawman-turned-uber-mensch. Still, one it comes to zombie-slaying badasses, The Walking Dead operates under the more-the-merrier rule. Michonne's introduction, as she shambles toward the prison stronghold, two walker pets in her thrall remains one of the series' coolest moments. 

Carol's Death

Volume 7 - The Calm Before

Carol has become one of The Walking Dead TV show's most important characters. Through 9 seasons, one could even argue that she is a co-lead of the show alongside Daryl. The Carol of the comics is quite different. This Carol never fully overcomes her meek beginnings and succumbs to the violence of the world. Her choice of suicide remains one of the more inventive uses for the walking dead. 

The Prison Assault

Volume 8 - Made to Suffer

The comic's "Made to Suffer" arc is one of the earliest indications that this Robert Kirkman guy really meant business. The introduction of The Governor and Woodbury was one thing. This is another thing entirely. After Michonne takes her vengeance out on The Governor, he decides to write another chapter in the story's bloody book. The Governor storms the prison with many men and tanks. He kills...damn near everyone. "Made to Suffer" wipes out a sizeable percentage of the series' cast in one fell swoop, cementing the story's unpredictable nature. 

Tainted Meat

Volume 11 - Fear the Hunters

You just knew cannibals were gonna come up at some point in the zombie post-apocalypse. They finally do so in Volume 11 "Fear the Hunters." The Hunters are ironically terrible hunters so to sustain themselves they attract human meat and slaughter it. Dale is one of their unlucky victims. Unbeknownst to the Hunters, however, Dale had previously been bitten and was awaiting death. His delirious taunting of "tainted meat" is one of the more darkly humorous moments from the comics. 

Sheriff Rick Oversteps

Volume 13 - Too Far Gone

When Rick and co. arrive in the relative safety of Alexandria, they are determined to prove that they are just as civilized as their new neighbors. Those attempts don't last long, however. Rick beats the shit out of local doctor Peter Anderson for beating his wife, Jesse. Peter then retaliates and accidentally kills Douglas Monroe's wife. Rick summarily executes the man in the streets. So much for not being too far gone. 

Introduction of the Hilltop

Volume 16 - A Larger World

The volume title promised a larger world, but still it's hard to comprehend just how much larger it would get. For dozens of issues, Alexandria was the only surviving society in the known universe. Then a helpful man by the name of Jesus, pays Rick a visit and promises him that there's more out there than he thinks. The first look at the Hilltop is staggering and beautiful. It would also eventually lead to the introduction of The Sanctuary, The Kingdom, and more. 

R.I.P. Glenn

Volume 17 - Something to Fear

In many ways, the death of Glenn remains the iconic Walking Dead comic moment. With the introduction of supervillain Negan and the upcoming 100th issue imminent, many comic writers could assume some big death was on the horizon. When Abraham was killed by Dwight in issue 98, perhaps Kirkman would think that was enough of a big death splash. Nuh uh. Negan kills one of the series' most beloved and longest-surviving characters in the most cruel, brutal way imaginable. It's the stuff of nightmares. 

Assault on Alexandria

Volume 20 - All Out War Pt. 1

The title of All Out War promised...well, all out war. At the end of its first part it more than delivers. Negan and the Saviors assault on Alexandria is a true spectacle. As their home smolders in the background, it's hard to imagine how Rick and friends are ever going to win this war. The assault on Alexandria is also notable for its surprising humor. It's genuinely amusing to watch Negan's Savior soldiers reckon with what a weirdo their leader and boss is. 

Rick's Victory

Volume 21 - All Out War Pt. 2

Rick's victory against Negan is among the most thrilling and cathartic moments in the whole series' run. Negan proved to be such a terrifying villain in such a short amount of time that it's truly relieving to see Rick's knife plunge into his throat. Of course, this moment also provides an opportunity for Rick to show what he has learned about leadership and societal reconstruction. Rick decides that they're going to be a society of law and mercy right then and there...and it's going to start with Negan's imprisonment. 

The Time Jump

Volume 22 - A New Beginning

The Walking Dead is well and truly on fire at this point in its run. After concluding the biggest war arc the comic will ever see, it refuses to give anyone a time to catch their breath and launches right into an ambitious time jump. 18 months in the future, readers get to see a host of new characters and new looks for some of their favorite older characters. This volume also features some of Kirkman's best writing in the series. The characters are all on point and there are some real moments of growth, especially from young Carl Grimes.

The Whisperers Revealed

Volume 23 - Whispers Into Screams

Every zombie story needs a great villain. The Walking Dead had already featured several including the monstrous Governor and the cocky Negan. Even still, the series was always in search of more. They find some excellent ones in Whispers into Screams. One unlucky Hilltop soldier swears he hears the dead talking. Obviously, no one believes him. That is until Dante uncovers the terrifying truth: human beings wearing the skin of the dead. 

The Line in the Sand

Volume 24 - Life and Death

If Alpha and her Whisperers weren't scary enough to begin with, the comic asserts their villain credentials in a big way just one volume later. After some Alexandrians wander into Whisperer territory, Alpha helpfully decides to mark a border for them. Not-so-helpfully, Alpha marks the border with the severed heads on spikes of nearly a dozen innocent people. Not since "Made to Suffer" has The Walking Dead killed as many characters in one fell swoop.

Negan Among the Whisperers

Volume 26 - Call to Arms

You've got one great villain in Negan and another in Alpha. What happens when you combine them? Absolute magic, that's what. Negan predictably escapes his prison cell at Alexandria. Instead of running off to safety, however, he elects to pay a visit to these Whisperers he's heard so much about. Negan's time at Whisperer camp is a truly charming and hilarious montage. Less charming and hilarious, but equally as compelling is his decapitation of Alpha. He just wants to bring a treasure back home to Rick, you see.

The Death of Lucille

Volume 27 - The Whisperer War

We often become attached to inanimate objects once they've acquired a name. With that in mind, the barbed-wire bat Lucille is one of The Walking Dead's best characters. The gleam in Negan's eye and the terror in Dwight's as Negan reacquires his old friend in battle against Beta is sublime. Then it's equally as devastating when Lucille cracks when striking the behemoth. Fear not, Lucille will soon get the burial she deserves. 

The Herd and Andrea

Volume 28 - A Certain Doom

It really seemed like we were done with major character deaths for awhile. The Whisperers were defeated and all that remained was their herd. Still, the Alexandrians have dealt with herds plenty of times now and with Eugene's ingenuity leading the way, this one should be no problem. Unfortunately, Kirkman wants to remind us that accidents happen...especially in the land of the dead. Andrea sustains a bite from the zombie simply because there were thousands of the things and as a human being, she couldn't remain vigilant and focused 100% of the time. The scenes with the gang clearly the herd are surprisingly joyous and exciting. And it all comes to a swift, scary end. 

Arrival at The Commonwealth

Volume 30 - New World Order

All stories have to grow. Still, it's hard to comprehend the level of growth our main characters witness in "New World Order." Michonne, Eugene, Magna, Siddiq, and Yumiko set out from communities that house a couple hundred people or so. Then in Ohio, they find the fabled Commonwealth and its nearly 50,000 people. The Commonwealth opens up a new avenue of political storytelling for the series and ultimately its that kind of storytelling that the book ends with. 

The Death of Rick Grimes

Volume 32 - Rest in Peace

Rick Grimes has survived a hell of a lot. He's taken down no fewer than two despots, lived amongst the ravenous dead for years, and has lost a hand and fully-functioning legs in the process. Nothing could kill this guy. Nothing except for a rich brat with a gun and a grudge. Rick ignonimously meets his death at the hands of Sebastian Milton and his temper tantrum. Rick's death is a major moment for the series and immediately begged the question: how can this thing continue without Rick Grimes? As we now know: it didn't.

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