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Devin Welborn
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Cartoonist and horror dork who loves tacos but would marry a pizza.

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Spensive #tbt #webcomics
December 11, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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Ho-Ho-Hostage (1/4): Xmas Beef
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Panel 1: EXT. Fuel & Flask — Night A chain gas station building, windows filled with ads. Mike: (OP) I swear, I hate Xmas so much. December birthdays are a scam. Jason: (OP) Dude, I just want a hot dog. Then you can get back to your Christmas Eve spank fest. Panel 2: INT. Fuel & Flask Jason stands in front of the hot dog roller, holding metal tongs. Mike stands beside him mid-rant. Mike: And don’t even get me started on the corporate cash-grab bullshit. GSA: (OP) Did you just say Xmas? Panel 3: The gas station attendant stands, annoyed, with her hands on her hips. Mike: Yeah, so? GSA: It’s CHRISTMAS, the birth of little baby Jesus. Jason: (OP) Here we go. Panel 4: Mike and the GSA continue arguing as a mall Santa, enters the gas station. Mike: You know Christianity didn’t invent the whole ‘virgin birth messiah’ trope, right? GSA: Them are fightin’ words. Panel 5: Santa pulls a gun. Santa: EVERYBODY SHUT UP AND EMPTY THE REGISTER! Panel 6: They all stand with their hands up, and Jason has a hot dog hanging out of his mouth. GSA: You’re disrespectin’ the Lord! Mike: It’s shorthand, not a hate crime. Panel 7: Santa yells at the gas station attendant. Santa: Come on, open the register! GSA: It won’t open unless you buy something. Panel 8: The gas station attendant stands angrily with her hands on her hips, staring at the Santa. Santa: Jesus Christ!
December 10, 2025 at 3:16 PM
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Low Wages, High Stakes (5/5): Dress Coded
December 9, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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Low Wages, High Stakes (4/5): Tanked Up
December 9, 2025 at 8:25 PM
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Low Wages, High Stakes (3/5): No Vest for the Wicked
December 9, 2025 at 8:04 PM
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Low Wages, High Stakes (2/5): Administrative Assault
December 9, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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Low Wages, High Stakes (1/5): Award Tour
December 9, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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December 4, 2025 at 4:31 PM
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Plate of Misery (5/5): The Last Pea #webcomics #comicsky #spiderbarks
Panel 1: INT. Cerebra Offices—Day Dr. Bill reviews his notes as Mike continues his story. Mike: So yeah… you could say peas wrecked my life. Dr. Bill: Hmmm Panel 2: FLASHBACK: EXT Mike’s neighborhood—Night Mike walks home in the rain, slumped and depressed. Caption: Every step home reminded me that peas had ruined everything. Panel 3: INT. Mike’s Bedroom—Night Mike hoists himself through his bedroom window, dripping water all over the window seal. Caption: My world was a puddle, and I was sinking, so I slipped inside like a soggy ninja. Panel 4: He lands on his bed, soaked and miserable. His parents stand in the doorway, arms crossed. Mom: We saw the security footage, Michael! Dad: And if you think I’m mad about that Exorcist vomit shit at dinner, how pissed do you think I am about this?! Panel 5: Close-up of Mike’s sad face. Mom: (OP) You’re grounded for the rest of the year, and you can kiss Christmas goodbye. Caption: Did I mention I hate Xmas too? Panel 6: INT. Cerebra Offices—Day (Back to the present) Mike covers his face in disappointment. Dr. Bill: So… you’re still holding onto all this… because of peas? Mike: You just don’t get it, do you? Panel 7: Dr. Bill reaches over with a bowl of packaged snacks. Dr. Bill: Now that you’ve aired it all out… maybe a healthy snack will help. Mike: Those aren’t… wasabi peas, are they?
December 3, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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Naked comic 59
December 2, 2025 at 7:33 PM
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November 28, 2025 at 3:58 PM
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Join Mike and the gang for shenanigans that blend satire, absurd humor, and everyday mischief. SpiderBarks.com
November 28, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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Plate of Misery (4/5): The Aftertaste
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Panel 1: INT. Cerebra Office—Day Mike slouches on the couch. Mike: It was over, Bill. The perfect plan. No peas. No problem. Dr. Bill: (OP) And yet, clearly, there was a problem. Panel 2: FLASHBACK: INT. Dining Room—Night Mike freezes at the dinner table, staring at the pile of peas his mom pours on his plate. Mom: Weirdest thing. The pantry peas were gone, and Star-Mart was completely sold out. So I borrowed some from the Hendersons. Caption: No matter what I did… the peas found their way to my plate. Panel 3: Close-up of Mike’s face as his spoon trembles in his hand. Mom: (OP) If you want to make the dance… Dad: (OP) …Eat up. Caption: That’s when I knew the universe fuckin’ hated me. Panel 4: Mike attempts to swallow the peas whole, chugging his milk. SFX: GLUG GLUG GLUG Mom: (OP) What are you… Caption: I just wanted one dance. One shot. So I swallowed those damn peas whole. Panel 5: Explosive projectile vomit shoots across the table—milk and peas everywhere. SFX: BLUUUUUURGH Mom: (screaming) Michael! Panel 6: INT. Mike’s Bedroom—Night Mike sulks on his bed. Mom: (OP) You’re grounded! No dance, no TV, no nothing! Caption: The peas always win. Panel 7: Mike slips out of his bedroom window, determined. Caption: I didn’t rob a grocery store, choke down a pile of peas, and puke my guts out for nothing. I was going to that god damn dance. Panel 8: EXT. School Gym—Night Mike stands there as Jenny leaves the gym laughing hand-in-hand with a tall older kid. Caption: And just like that… the universe doubled down. Panel 9: Back to Dr. Bill’s office. Dr. Bill takes notes as Mike leans over, annoyed. Dr. Bill: So… she left with her boyfriend? Mike: Her ex-boyfriend. Dr. Bill: Not anymore. Mike: You’re a dick, Bill.
November 26, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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Plate of Misery (3/5): Mission Improbable
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Panel 1: INT. Cerebra Offices—Day. Mike: We waited until midnight. Steven had the keys, and I had… destiny. Dr. Bill: Sounds to me like you’re describing a felony. Panel 2: EXT. Star-Mart—Night. Mike and Steven stand in front of Star-Mart’s side door dressed in makeshift spy gear. Caption: I did what I had to do. Steven: Are you sure about this? Mike: Tonight we change the course of human suffering. And tomorrow, maybe second base. Panel 3: INT. Star-Mart—Night. Mike stands, holding open his hand-drawn map to Steven. Caption: It was a plan born of desperation… Mike: Operation Fuck Peas is underway. Steven: You need medication. Panel 4: Mike and Steven grab shopping carts from the front of the store. We can see shadows in a window in the background, along with muffled giggling. Caption: …And pure teenage lust. Mike: I’ll take the canned, you get the frozen. We’ll divide, conquer, and meet in the back. Panel 5: Mike and Steven freeze, staring at the shadows behind the window. They are clearly undressing. Steven: What the fuck? They’re still here? Mike: Chill, dude, destiny’s working for us. Stick to the plan. Panel 6: Canned vegetables aisle. Mike stands in front of a wall of canned peas. Caption: This was war, and I wasn’t taking any prisoners. Mike: Behold the green menace. I’m going to murder every single one of you bastards. Panel 7: Mike starts dumping the peas into the shopping cart. Mike: Nothing will come between us, Jenny. Not parents, not God, not legumes. Panel 8: Steven pushes his cart full of frozen pea bags, and it lets out a loud squeak. SFX: SQUEEEAK Manager: (OP) Did you hear that? Steven: Abort! Abort! They’re coming! Panel 9: EXT. Star-Mart Back Lot—Night The boys crash through the emergency exit—siren blaring. Peas explode everywhere. SFX: CRRRASH! WAAAAAOOOONNNNG! WAAAAAOOOONNNNG! Panel 10: INT. Back to Dr. Bill's office. Dr. Bill looks up from his notepad. Dr. Bill: I’m starting to think your real problem isn’t peas… It’s your judgment.
November 19, 2025 at 3:17 PM
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Slow Pokes #tbt #webcomics
November 13, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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Plate of Misery (2/5): Green Ops
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Panel 1: INT. Cerebra Offices—Day. Mike fidgets with a pencil on the couch. Mike: I realized if I tossed the pantry peas, she'd just buy more. So I hatched a plan, a pea heist. Dr. Bill: You realize how insane that sounds, right? Panel 2: FLASHBACK: INT. Middle School—Day. Mike walks with Steven down the hall. Steven: Why not just tell her you hate peas? Mike: She doesn’t give a shit, dude. She gets off on watching me suffer. Panel 3: Mid-shot. Steven frowns. Steven: But you’re talking about committing a crime. Mike: I’m talking about Jenny Lark. She said she’d slow dance with me on Friday. I’m not missing that. Panel 4: In front of Mike’s locker. They stop, Mike’s desperate. Mike: I need your help. I’ll never be able to eat those peas… and I’ll never get my hands on Jenny’s hips. Panel 5: Steven shrugs, reluctant. Steven: Fine. But if we get caught, I’m gonna shank you in juvie. Panel 6: Mike holds out a hand-drawn map of Star-Mart. Mike: I got it all mapped out. Your mom clocks out Thursday. We snag her keys, get inside, and we clear the shelves. Steven: She passes out on the couch after a few Jack and Cokes. Should be easy to lift. Panel 7: INT. Back to Dr. Bill's office. Dr. Bill leans forward. Dr. Bill: So you recruited your best friend to steal his mother’s work keys so you wouldn’t have to eat vegetables? Panel 8: Mike snaps back from the couch. Mike: It wasn’t about the peas, Bill. It was about Jenny Lark’s hips. Dr. Bill: I've treated addicts, arsonists, and a kid who ate drywall... but weaponizing friendship for a pelvic acquisition? That’s new.
November 12, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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November 12, 2025 at 5:01 AM
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Adulting Sucks #tbt #webcomics
November 6, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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November 6, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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Plate of Misery (1/5): PeaTSD
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Panel 1: EXT. Cerebra Offices—Day. Mike (OP): I hate the holidays. Travel, fake smiles, family guilt trips… but mostly, I hate the peas. Dr. Bill (OP): The peas? Mike (OP): Yeah. The little green bastards. Panel 2: INT. Mike slouches on the couch, arms crossed. Dr. Bill (OP): You're saying your mom still makes you eat them? Mike: Every year. She piles them like she's testing me. Panel 3: Close-up of Mike. Mike: You think I'm overreacting, don't you? Dr. Bill (OP): A little, yeah. Panel 4: Wide shot. Mike leans forward, dead serious. Mike: You wanna know why I hate peas so much? Dr. Bill: I'm billing you either way... so sure. Panel 5: FLASHBACK: INT. Dinner table—Night. Young Mike looks at his plate. His mom barks at him as his dad hides behind a newspaper. Mom: Michael, you're not leaving this table until that plate's clean. Young Mike: But they taste like dirt and death! Caption: It started when I was thirteen. Dad: Then eat them faster before they kill you. Panel 6: Close-up on plate (Young Mike's POV). A large pile of peas is on the plate. He gags dramatically, like he's dying. Caption: I tried to be strong. I really did. Mike (OP): Huuurgghh Mom (OP): Jesus Michael! They're peas, not poison! Panel 7: Mike's mom wags her finger at him. Mom: Every night’s a war with you. You want to go to that dance Friday? You clean that plate all week. Caption: The dance. Jenny Lark. Slow song. Destiny. I had to find another way. Panel 8: INT. Back to Dr. Bill's office. Mike sits back on the couch with his arms crossed. Mike: So yeah, maybe, I've got baggage. Dr. Bill (OP): Over peas? Mike: Don't you dare minimize this! Dr. Bill (OP): Trauma’s what keeps this office in business.
November 5, 2025 at 3:29 PM
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Run, Skrode, Run (6/6): Facial Evidence
November 2, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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Run, Skrode, Run (5/6): Karen’s Revenge
November 2, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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Run, Skrode, Run (4/6): Fur & the Furious
November 2, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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Run, Skrode, Run (3/6): Word on the Curb
November 2, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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Run, Skrode, Run (2/6): Dumpster Dojo
November 2, 2025 at 3:06 PM