If you’re not familiar with Steve the Douchebag Unicorn and Melanie, you should perhaps take a quick detour to this post now. Back? Ok.
Ugh, this guy again. I should really just give him a fedora and get it over with. Dammit, Lydia! And therein lies the cheat, because damned if I’m drawing all … Continue reading
Dammit, Lydia, cover that ankle. I feel like a lot of this depends on a prior knowledge of who the characters are, and it’s been a long time since some … Continue reading
Some of you already know this. Sorry. Once upon a time, in a land called my apartment, I was looking at Twitter to see whether it was really interesting enough … Continue reading
There was a logic chain here, but I can’t remember where it started — I just know that it ended with my requesting unicorns riding sharks, and then somebody (I … Continue reading
In case you missed the saga of Melanie & Steve thus far: Oh, Melanie. It’s hard to feel bad for you when you keep making terrible life choices. That is … Continue reading
The unicorn asked that his face not be shown for personal reasons. His name is Buttercup McFoofytail, though, so I blame his parents.
. . . and nothing bad happens to him at all. No, really. This particular adventure has no horrible twist, other than the fact that he spent his delightful unicorn … Continue reading