#Queep

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Alex Ross' unpublished cover for the collected edition of 1963, a six-issue miniseries published by Image Comics in 1993.

Written by Alan Moore, and illustrated by various artists, 1963 was a humorous love letter/homage to the early Marvel Comics of the Silver Age. This included fake ads, editorials, and printing the pages on the same quality (or lack thereof) newsprint paper used back then.

Unfortunately, due to several factors - especially ownership of the various characters - a collected edition is likely never to see the light of day. On the good news front, however, you can usually find these books in the back issue bins of many comic shops.

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Whumptober Day 13: it comes and goes like the strength in your bones

Infection + "I don't feel so good."

2112 Words; future au ig???

TW for implied vomiting

AO3 ver

Gabby awoke slowly, his head pounding.

His throat was raw, his mouth drier than the driest deserts he could imagine. His neck ached like he’d been sleeping funny. His cheek was damp, his forehead was sticky, and it was

Way

Too

Cold.

With a groan, Gabby pulled the blanket tighter around himself. The sunlight creeping in through the caravan window was too bright. His head hurt so much. Gabby scrunched his eyes closed. He couldn’t close his mouth and still breathe.

The distinct knowledge that everything was awful trickled in, even as the world around him faded in and out of his notice. The sunlight creeping in grew wider as someone pushed the curtain aside. Gabby scrunched his eyes closed, pulling the blanket up over his face.

“C’mon, Gab-gab.” Seph shoved at his back. “It’s time to get up.”

Gabby groaned. “Don’ wanna.” He muttered. “‘S too cold.”

“Oh, you big baby.” Seph muttered. “It’s still August, how can it be too cold?” She grabbed the edge of the blanket, “C’mon c’mon c’mon!” and yanked. “Get up!”

Gabby rolled onto the floor. His brain snapped fully awake at the impact, while his stomach rolled at the motion. His throat burned even worse, now.

“Oh.” Seph said, her voice very small. “Um.” She turned to the ladder down. Gabby could hear her shouting for Dad as she disappeared down the ladder, but the world was spinning too much for him to really pick out the individual words.

Gabby pushed himself up on shaky arms. Ew ew ewww, now his mouth tasted like vomit—

“Easy there, рыбка,” And then Dad’s hands were on his shoulders, helping Gabby sit up. “Seph, go get the cleaning supplies, okay?” She turned back to Gabby, who just wanted the world to stop spinning— “Let’s get you back in bed.” An arm wrapped around Gabby’s back, another scooping his legs up under the knees. The world fell away for a moment, Gabby leaning into his father’s chest—his nose was too stuffed to breathe in his father’s scent, and his head was spinning so much that he scarcely managed to hear her heartbeat before Gabby was once again in the bed, Dad’s hand brushing over his forehead.

Dad clicked their tongue. “You’re burning up, рыбка.” They removed their hand. “Stay there.”

Gabby watched Dad leave. Like he could go anywhere, when his whole body felt like it was falling apart. He’d probably make it one step before slipping in the vomit puddle and cracking his neck on the floor.

Dad returned soon after, a spoonful of… something in one hand. Gabby saw the bottle held in his other and paled. Oh no. No, not that, anything but that—

“Open up,” Dad said, and Gabby had no choice but to let the spoon into his mouth. Ugh. The medicine tasted just as awful as Seph always claimed—Gabby never should have doubted her.

Dad chuckled at the look on Gabby’s face. “It’s not that bad,” She said, “And it will help.”

Gabby disagreed. But Dad was already turning to the puddle on the floor, and Seph was climbing up the ladder with cleaning supplies, so Gabby just let his head fall back onto the pillow.

He was asleep within moments.

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Gabby awoke to something poking his side. He turned his head, his still aching and stuffy head, to see his sister standing by the bedside, a look on her face.

“If I catch what you have,” Seph poked him again, “You’re dead.”

“Then don’t catch it.” Gabby shot back, though it came out as a mumble. Ugh. He tried to reach out with his mind, but the pounding headache made his attempt at telepathy rebound back into his head like a snapped rubber band. Ow.

Seph crossed her arms. “Being sick sucks.” She agreed. “So don’t you dare spread it to me!” With that, she turned around and left. “Have fun missing practice!” She sniffed, disappearing down the ladder.

Gabby groaned. Sisters.

Well, Seph was just obnoxious in general, really. She’d been obnoxious back when she was his brother, too, so it wasn’t just a sister thing. But Gabby was certain that becoming his sister had somehow made her more obnoxious. Or maybe Seph was just getting more obnoxious as she got older?

Probably.

Gabby pushed those thoughts from his mind. Hunger and nausea clawed at his stomach in equal measure. Sweat was pooling in the small of his back. It was still way too cold somehow, and he clutched at the blanket. He moaned, the sound so small in the empty room.

There was a water bottle by the bed—his, Gabby realized, reaching for it. He stretched out his arm, trying to grab the bottle without getting up—

It fell to the floor with a dull thunk. Gabby groaned. He tried to lift it with telekinesis—

OW OW OW

The water bottle landed in Gabby’s lap despite the pain. He groaned, waiting for the world to stop spinning before grabbing for it. It was the kind with a straw, so it was really easy to drink from without spilling.

Dad’s head popped up the ladder. “You okay?”

Gabby rested the bottle against his stomach. “Hungry.” He muttered.

Dad nodded. “Don’t worry,” She said, “I’ve got just the thing.” She disappeared down the ladder. Gabby stared blearily at where she had just been.

A few moments later, Dad came back up with a bowl in his hands. Gabby couldn’t smell what was in it—hopefully not more medicine.

“My Nona used to make this whenever I got sick as a kid,” Dad explained, helping Gabby sit up and settling the bowl in his lap, “Eat up, рыбка. It’ll help.”

Gabby could only scarcely remember his great grandaunt—he could remember her croaky old laugh, could remember wrinkled skin and clouded eyes. But Dad always talked so fondly of her, so even if Gabby couldn’t imagine it he was sure that she must have been a very strong woman. If she had a recipe that had helped Dad when he was sick, then surely it would help him.

Gabby reached out to take the spoon. The soup was hot against his tongue, and it burned a little going down, but it didn’t taste bad. The next spoonful went down easier.

It didn’t taste bad at all—it was warm, and delicious, and as Gabby ate more he could feel his head getting a little lighter. Snot was starting to drip out his nose, now, but his head didn’t feel quite as full, and his throat was feeling better, too.

There was something about the taste of it, muted as it was by Gabby’s clogged sinuses. Something familiar, that reminded him of a croaky laugh and wrinkled hands. Something familiar, like Dad had somehow distilled the essence of home itself into the soup.

All too soon, the bowl was empty, Gabby’s spoon scraping the side of the bowl. He was already mourning the loss of the warmth, of the taste and the feel.

“Try not to vomit it back up, okay?” Dad took the bowl back, reaching out with a free hand to tuck Gabby’s hair back behind his ears. “I’ll be right downstairs if you need me.”

Gabby watched him go back down. He set the water bottle back on the footlocker, and laid back down.

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The day continued on. Nona came in to check on him, cooing over Gabby’s pitiful state and brushing his hair back behind his ears. He still wasn’t sure why adults always did that—they’d do it to Seph, too, every time she got sick—but it wasn’t awful.

His grandfather came in next, sitting on the end of the bed to ask if he was doing okay before leaving to get more water.

If being sick didn’t feel so awful, then it’d be really nice. All Gabby had to do was lay in bed, drink his water, and everyone would come in to dote on him. It was great—or it would be, if it weren’t for the mind crushing headache and everything else he was dealing with.

“Thanks, дедушка.” Gabby took the refilled bottle and lifted it to his mouth carefully. With his nose stuffed full and his mouth sand-dry, he needed all the water he could get. At least his bottle was the kind with a straw, so he couldn’t spill it all over himself if he dropped it.

His grandfather smiled, his eyes crinkling. “Of course, little one.” He murmured. He brushed Gabby’s hair back from his forehead, lingering a moment to confirm Gabby’s fever before leaving. “Rest up, внучок.”

Being sick was still awful. But Gabby couldn’t say no to being doted on.

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Gabby slept intermittently, when his stuffed nose and aching limbs would let him. He was waking up from such a doze, his mouth extra dry from constantly breathing in dry air, when he realized that he wasn’t alone.

“You’re dying?” Gabby turned to see Lulu staring him down from the side of the bed with wide eyes.

“‘M not dying.” Gabby mumbled. “Just sick.” Yeah, it was awful, but he’d get through it. Dad had said so, and if there was one thing Gabby had learned from his nine years of life, it was to trust Dad (and Mama and Papa, but they weren’t here right now. Dad was more than enough, though). So he wasn’t dying, just sick. Even if he couldn’t remember feeling this awful the last time he was sick. But Seph got sick all the time, and she always came out fine. So Gabby would live.

Probably.

“You sound like you’re dying.” Lulu pointed out, leaning closer. “And you look…” She paused, trying to find the word she wanted, “Hor-ri-bull.” She sounded out. “Really really.” She added.

Gabby felt horrible, too. But he wasn’t dying. He wasn’t.

“When you die,” Lulu was saying, “does that mean I get your stuff?”

Gabby stared at her for a long while. “No! Nobody’s getting my stuff! I’m not dying!” His voice cracked around his words, his throat aching painfully for a moment. Ow ow ow.

Lulu turned towards the ladder. “PERCYYY!” When did she learn how to be so loud?

A few moments later, Seph’s head popped up, “Yeah?”

“Is Gabby dying?” Lulu asked. Gabby’s attempts at protests transformed into a coughing fit.

Seph stared at him for a long moment, long enough for Gabby to stop coughing. He reached for his water bottle.

“I get his stuff when he dies.” Seph said finally.

“No you don’t!” Gabby wheezed, his voice strained. He might as well have been dead, though, for all that his sisters listened to him.

Lulu gasped. “No way! I’m younger, I get his stuff!” She lunged for Seph, who ducked down the ladder. Gabby heard twin thuds in the room below, and then the sounds of a scuffle.

He set his water bottle back to the side, laying back down. He could already hear his Nona yelling to break up the fight.

Ugh. Having sisters was exhausting.

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“You missed Mama and Papa’s call.” Seph said, digging through the footlocker.

Gabby blinked. “I missed it?” Mama and Papa made sure to call once a week, when Dad’s half of the family was traveling. He never missed a chance to tell them how good he was getting at his powers—levitation in particular, since they were both really good at that one.

“Yeah,” Seph pulled her journal out, and closed the footlocker. “They called after lunch, and Dad told them you were too sick to come to the phone.” She looked at him, “It was after дедушка came up to check on you.” She added.

“Oh.” Gabby looked back at the ceiling.

Seph left with her journal, purple curls bouncing as she all but flounced out of the room. Gabby waited until she left to sit up and grab his water bottle.

Instead of flipping up the straw, he sat there, holding it and staring off at nothing.

He’d missed the weekly call. He’d missed the weekly call back home to Mama and Papa, all because he was too sick—

Gabby huffed. Seph was right.

Being sick sucked.

(Dad came up later, with more soup. It was still delicious, and Gabby felt a little better after eating it all, but—

But the taste of home, of Dad and Mama and Papa and Seph and Lulu and their house with the crooked mailbox lingered in every slurp, and Gabby’s chest ached in a way unrelated to his sickness.

Dad crooned, wiping away tears with reassurances that Mama and Papa would call again later, just for him—

Gabby felt a little better. But only a little.)

[elcycyromem]

queep!

[dragonoligy1]

Studies of Bills I like!

And finally my own design on the far right (:

Thanks to @donniipao , @qoolk , @1spooky2me , @queep and @leox-un

[lgbtqiads9]

I am not a queep blogger but I did do a October drawing thing of sam beckett. on the pole and a bonus homo al:

[razputin-vodello-au-archives]

Hey raz what are your Halloween plans? I plan on playing horror games myself while eating candy

[Raz] We'll probably go trick 'r treating with Tala and Queeps forst. Afterwards we'll do some horror movies. Chill eveni g.

[theyhitthepentagon]

Really random and kind of embarrassing to say so I’m on anon, but I kept thinking about it and I just want to say that you (and your qpp) made me feel less ashamed of like being into leather and stuff and now I’m headcanoning my own favorite characters liking leather like how you are with some characters soooo. Thanks. Your awesome powers

GOD BLRSS YOUR HART ANON... im glad i could make you more comfortable with yourself and the things you like. i think i make alot of my art for that reason ^__^ also tagging my queep @jessebutchman

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Hello, my name's Queep. I am new Tumblr and I would really love creating art on here if you'll have me.

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MERP NARP QUEEP BLEM

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DIFFERING COLOR SCHEMES GALORE -- IT'S THE HYPERNAUT REDUX, KIDS!

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on an image-dump of the Hypernaut and opening splash page to the "It Came from... Higher Space!" short story, which also introduces the Hypernaut, from the pages of 1963: Vol. 1 -- Book Three: Tales of the Uncanny." June, 1993. Image Comics.

Resolution from largest to smallest: 1000x1566, 820x1235, & 680x1024.

OVERVIEW: "Today, dear readers, we take a look at the oddest hero of the 1963 timeline! Believe it or not, this orb-headed individual, who shares similarities with Arnim Zola from Captain America, is in fact the Iron Man of the group. His name is Hypernaut! However, as you’ll soon learn, this hero shares similarities with another hero. One who isn’t of Marvel.

The story begins with the origin twist I mentioned earlier. While talking to his alien primate buddy, Queep, Hypernaut explains a familiar origin. Stop me if you’ve heard this before. A pilot, in this case one named Dan Stevens, crashes a prototype jet, discovering a corps of super powered aliens. While there’s no doubt that the crashing, injury, and the eventual metal exterior leads him to be more like Iron Man, there’s no doubt that Mr. Stevens shares similarities with Hal Jordan, a.k.a., the Green Lantern!"

-- ALAN MOORE'S FORGOTTEN AWESOME (blogspot)

Sources: http://forgottenawesome.blogspot.com/2018_06_21_archive.html, The Great Comic Book Heroes, & www.chrisroberson.net/2007/10/hypernaut.html.

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i wish my dashboard could be of my queep only 👼

[skylunarmoth]

WHY PEEPLE QUEEP SANDING ME SHIT?!?!

( so shity i canot even show it)

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Comics I Read Today

August 19

1963 Book Three: Tales of the Uncanny (1993, Image)

We’re back to the Silver Age of 1963 with two tales featuring U.S.A. (Ultimate Special Agent) battling commie Red Brain and a time traveling alien. The second feature stars the trippy Hypernaut and space monkey Queep fighting a fourth- dimensional entity bent on destroying our dimension! It’s exciting and “uncanny!”

My Rating: 8

Star Trek #71 (1995, DC)

Kirk gets caught up in a tangled web of intrigue with a stolen Klingon artifact. Decent art and even better story makes this a fun read.

My Rating: 7