just a small comic to practice some lettering, bcuz if I want to write more stories that's definitely smth I should work on 💔
I don't remember what inspired me to explore a relationship between Gyro and Launchpad, but there are a few comics w/ the two that I really like! I'll talk abt it some more below
🦋 also on bsky (outgoing link)
"I" of the Storm (story code: D 93119)
I like how both their jobs align with each other, if Gyro needs to do anything regarding weather or outdoor research then Launchpad can fly him... the outcome however is a different story
All Quacked Up! (story code: D 92210)
I also like Gyro being inspired to make inventions bcuz of Launchpad too, as comical as it is, knowing they could both work on planes togethers is cute too <3
1) Launchpad sprouting a flower and giving it to Gyro but it wilts because anything Gyro touches dies
2) Launchpad and Gyro seeing each other at work, but it’s during a childbirth gone wrong :’(
3) Their first time meeting, Launchpad is mesmerized by the spector who’s leading souls to the underworld, he’s only heard of the God of Death through the other deities. So to see him in person leaves him speechless.
4) The only place they can meet is a secluded Garden that Launchpad tends too whenever he has free time.
Lucky day for you Ned, wrote this at midnight and I have not revised it lol
Sorry not sorry
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“Achoo!” Launchpad sneezed as he huddled further into the blanket, “Sheesh, who’da thought it would start pouring cats and dogs out there…”
Gyro snorted as he pulled out another blanket from the storage closet, “I told you to bring your guys’ raincoats before going outside.”
“…You did?”
“Yes Launch, I did.”
“Oh, oops.”
Gyro gave an amused snort before he made his way toward Zepplin, who shivered in his seat. Once he was next to him, Gyro opened the second blanket and quickly wrapped it around his son.
“There,” Gyro said to himself as he managed to cover Zepp underneath the cloth, “Now it won’t be as cold.”
“Thanks Dad. I’m still f-freezing though,” Zepp said as he tried to bury himself deeper into the cocoon.
Gyro frowned, “Sorry sport, I’ll see if I can make some soup to warm up your body.”
Zepp’s face lit up at the mention of soup, “Ooh! The one with the noodles please!”
“Alright, alright. I’ll make that one then,” Gyro chuckled as he scratched his son’s head feathers.
At that second, both of them heard another loud sneeze and then a thud on the floor. Turning around, Gyro found Launchpad face first on the living room carpet.
“…You okay Launch?”
“Peachy keen,” came the duck’s muffled reply, “Uh…mind making that soup for two instead of one, Gy?”
Gyro snorted as he walked over to help his husband get back up on the couch.