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Evil Inc Shareholder Report: When Worlds Collide

Added 2025-08-17 17:00:11 +0000 UTC

Lightning Lady vs Lightning Lady

Cassie Cruz may have cleared her name and outed the mole at Evil Inc’s Fairmount Branch, but the fallout is far from over. Angus the minotaur is still lost in a literary nightmare, Justice Ltd is making quiet threats from the sidelines, and now… there are two Lightning Ladies in the same apartment.

In a battle charged with emotion and raw power, Lightning Lady comes face to face with her alternate-universe counterpart, each believing the other has stolen the life they deserve. As sparks fly and reality trembles, the mysterious Lethal Librarian watches from the shadows, ready to make her move. This isn’t just a fight — it’s a reckoning, and only one Lightning Lady may walk away.

Coming up next week: It’s a battle for the ages — Lightning Lady vs. Lightning Lady!

NCS Conference and Reuben Awards

PHOTO: Brad Guigar and ComicLab co-host Dave Kellett at the 79th annual NCS Conference & Reuben Awards

Speaking of colliding worlds, I was able to pass into the orbit of a couple hundred of my favorite cartoonists last week! I was in Boston for the 79th annual NCS Conference & Reuben Awards! I'll be posting about it over the next few newsletters, but I'll just take a moment to say that it was an incredible week of cartoonin' camaraderie, and my heart is full.

Uncensored Artists

Your favorite “smut comic artist” was quoted in The Verge’s coverage of MasterCard’s recent crackdown on NSFW content.

“Before [itch.io], the NSFW comics community would grouse and complain and share feelings of anxiety,” said Brad Guigar, a smut comic artist. “This time around, we’re actually doing something about it.”

Speaking of which, my latest Uncensored Artists post was about shadowbanning — one of those terms that gets thrown around a lot, especially in adult-content spaces. It’s often misunderstood. It can feel like a catch-all explanation for when your social media reach tanks or your posts stop getting likes. But to tackle the issue effectively, we need to separate the myth from the reality.

https://uncensoredartists.beehiiv.com/p/a-creator-s-guide-to-shadowbanning

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NSFW Comics Swap

My Patreon backers got another surprise bonus reward! This NSFW Comic Swap is a wild one — we’re teaming up with Krazy Krow’s Spinnerette to bring you a very special bonus comic featuring Spinnerette and Mecha Maid like you’ve never seen them before.

This sexy bonus comic is available exclusively for backers at the NSFW tier — and it's a perfect reason to check out more from Spinnerette over on 👉 Krazy Krow’s Patreon.

Evil Inc After Dark Erotica

The response from my Patreon backers to the Evil Inc Flash Fictions has been encouraging enough that I’ve posted one every Sunday for a few weeks now. This is a new avenue I’m experimenting with. These aren’t comics — although each is posed with an NSFW illustration. These stories can be read in approximately 5-15 minutes each. There are now a dozen of these stories — four are available without a Patreon subscription.

Here’s an excerpt from the new Flash Fiction I’m posting tomorrow.

When people find out Desdemona lives with two men, they give her that look. The one that starts with a raised eyebrow, drifts into a smirk, and ends with a conspiratorial whisper: “How do you get any rest?”
She usually grins and changes the subject. They have no idea about nights like tonight.
It started innocently enough. Or as innocently as anything in this apartment ever gets.
Iron Dragon was sprawled across the couch, bare-chested, with a can of ginger beer sweating in one hand. Surgat was in the recliner, all thick muscle, blue skin, and so much body hair it looked like he was smuggling a shag carpet under his skin. The two had been trading verbal jabs all evening — about push-up counts, who had better stamina in bed, and whether Iron Dragon’s “dragon” was more garden lizard than fire-breathing beast.
Then Surgat leaned forward, horns catching the lamplight. “Let’s settle it,” he said.
Iron Dragon raised an eyebrow. “Arm wrestling?”
“No,” Surgat rumbled. “... measuring.”
From the kitchen, Desi froze mid-sip of her tea. “I’m sorry, what?”
Iron Dragon didn’t miss a beat. “You’re on.”