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Moira
@moiramoreau.bsky.social
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I do little comics nobody cares about and write beep-boopy music that also nobody cares about. But at least it keeps me off social medi-- know what never mind

Comics here.
Beep boops at mrdrcat.bandcamp.com/album/conform
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Are you sure
Two black cats, propped up on each other, feeling snoozy
November 20, 2025 at 3:08 AM
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Checks out
Parody book cover featuring three urgent looking women with the line "It's worth the wait...poop at home."
November 16, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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We were slightly distracted by panic & cleanup, but here is moments before the fall
A small black cat moments before launching himself off a christmas tree.
November 14, 2025 at 10:34 PM
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His first time seeing the tree is my favourite photo of him
A black kitten, dazzled by the Christmas tree with its lights sparkling in his eyes.
November 14, 2025 at 12:35 AM
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Late to the game but here are Beef and Cheese holding hands in front of the fire.
Two black cats on little furniture, holding hands
November 6, 2025 at 12:49 AM
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A panel from Ben Endlund's original comic The Tick, where a like of ninjas, each holding a single twig, claim they are a hedge. The owner of the house remarks that he doesn't remember having a hedge in the front yard.
October 16, 2025 at 1:35 PM
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Some people worry about the same thing for different - and still valid! - reasons.
As bats fly around just above them, Moira holds her long hair protectively and says, "I just worry they'll get my hair." Meddie, whose snake hair is all stretched upward trying to catch the bats, says, "I have the opposite problem."
October 8, 2025 at 10:45 PM
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The leaves have just started changing. Don't get carried away.
Moira walks along a wooded trail, smiling as a single autumn leaf floats past her. Suddenly a huge murmuration of leaves flies past her. It starts swirling around her, blocking her from view, and when it finally continues on, she's gone. Did they carry her off? Did she join them? Did she just step out for snickerdoodles and tea? Who knows?
September 9, 2025 at 12:47 AM
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September 7, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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Do nice things because it's the funnest work.
Moira starts digging dirt from an old, overgrown grave under the full moon. She digs, hauls dirt, and unrolls burlap, finally pausing to wipe sweat off her smudged forehead. She finally reveals the newly cleaned grave. It's surrounded by flowers and bushes as its occupant appears next to her. Glowing in the moon's light, the ghost woman is absolutely delighted at her grave's lovely makeover.
August 17, 2025 at 12:33 AM
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Portable barbershop.
Four shrunken heads gleefully sing a classic barbershop tune. Moira steps in, saying, "Okay, Milton, you're a little flat." One of the heads quips "Flat? I'm parched!" and another says, "Well no Gatorade for you - you'll balloon up like you did last time!"
August 3, 2025 at 1:34 AM
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Cat
A cute but confused looking black cat.
August 3, 2025 at 12:44 AM
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"Haunted" is always up for interpretation.

Hmmm...where have we seen that leaf-raking conversation before?
A news anchor sits in front of a graphic that features a photo of Moira's house above the caption, "Haunted house?" The anchor is in the middle of a throw to their field reporter. She says, "...the Borthwick House, which local legend says could be haunted. Gene Kemmeter is on site." The camera cuts to a blurry image of Moira in the distance raking leaves and arguing with a shadowy figure as Gene says, "Great timing Rachel, we're just getting what might be the first real video proof of..." The video clears up and the shadow is gone, leaving Moira in the distance gesturing angrily at nothing. Gene continues, "...a little girl raking leaves. Um. But she looks pretty angry." Back in the studio, the graphic is crossed out with a big Nope! written on it and Rachel sarcastically says, "Stunning report as always, Gene." Gene, still on a live microphone, mutters, "I hate you, Rachel."
July 16, 2025 at 10:22 PM
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Remember to check in on old friends.

Side note, I did a dungeon-synth (ish) track called "The Ossuary" that you can listen to here:
m8communityjam.bandcamp.com/album/m8-com...
Heath asks Moira where she's going, and she cheerfully tells him, "The ossuary!" He says, "Doesn't that place unnerve you?" She says, "No, why? I'm just gonna see what's up!" In the last panel, she enters a massive Ossuary, where the bones and remains of ancient monks decorate the walls and columns. Moira says, "Hey guys, what's up?" and ghostly voices answer, "It's Moira!" "Hello, Moira!" "What news?" "Just hanging around." and "Delightful to see you again, child!"
June 30, 2025 at 11:54 PM
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Well if I must share, so be it
A black cat lounges on a soft couch with his feet curled comfortably.
June 24, 2025 at 10:34 PM
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Even nightmares have nightmares.
Nightdoll floats in the air in her monster form, with glowing, plate-like yellow eyes, tentacled fangs and arms, crow's feet and a snake neck. A clown puppet pops up next to her and she recoils, the half of her body closest to the puppet turning back into her porcelain doll form. As the clown puppet's shadow looms, Nightdoll peeks out from behind a bookcase, in full doll form, terrified. Moira, with the clown puppet on her hand, says, "See? Nightdoll is scared of clowns." Next to her, Meddie confidently whispers, "She knows they don't exist, right?" The snakes in Meddie's hair look bored.
June 20, 2025 at 1:58 AM
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I bought a Sony MZ-R900 on launch day after rocking a mint green Sharp 702 I got used. Both still work
June 8, 2025 at 2:20 PM
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Rumour has it Death makes amazing snickerdoodles.
The figure of Death looms behind Moira as she rakes leaves, announcing, "Moira Moreau..." and startling her. Moira looks up at him, worried, and asks, "Is it... my time?" Death throws up his hands in a surrender motion and says, "What? No! No, I just swung by to catch up." Moira gestures wildly, saying, "Do you have any idea how unnerving that is?" and Death holds up a plate of cookies, saying "I brought snickerdoodles."
June 1, 2025 at 12:51 PM
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Sometimes bad jokes are the best jokes.
Just not Gup's.
Gup, a snot-like green creature, hangs upside down from the ceiling next to Moira, who is busy writing a letter by candlelight. He says, "Hey Moira! Why did the witch's incantations always fail?" Moira does not have time for his jokes so she says, "Gup, I'm trying to write a let-" He interrupts her with the punchline, "Because she couldn't spell!" Moira looks put upon. In the last panel, Moira and her letter are gone, along with the candle. Gup, in the dark with a knot tied in his ropey body, says to himself, "Worth it."
May 22, 2025 at 2:57 AM
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Some days are objectively, ludicrously bad. Most days are pretty alright though.
Moira carries a towering stack of books through the hall and accidentally slips on a banana peel for some reason. The books fly straight up and each one hits her on the head as it falls (with the sound effect "BOOK!"). Then it starts pouring rain. Moira, fed up, shouts, "Oh come on, I'm inside!"
May 7, 2025 at 2:14 AM
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When you find the flavour for you, enjoy it at every opportunity.
Moira, cooking over a bubbling cauldron, adds a single drop of green liquid from a bottle with a skull on the label. She tastes her concoction as a green skull rises from the pot, then belches a jet of fire while the cauldron continues to bubble. Excitedly, she empties the entire skull bottle into the cauldron.
April 29, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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Charly and Ingrid.
Charly is more outgoing.
Ingrid is reserved and a bit sickly.

They have always been close.
A photograph of two creepy dolls, each with foetal skulls instead of heads. One is wearing a red and white striped dress with a lace apron and the other a brown and orange floral print dress.
April 26, 2025 at 6:56 PM
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You never know until you try.
A zombie speaks in a pictogram of a brain. A hand reaches into the frame and shoves a spoonful of something in the zombie's mouth. The zombie pauses as a new revelation washes over it. In the last panel, Moira walks away from the zombie, proudly dusting off her hands, while the zombie delightedly looks down at the ice cream sundae she gave it. The pictogram it speaks is now an image of the sundae.
April 11, 2025 at 3:50 AM
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Glowering is a valid hobby.
Evil looking eyes glare in the darkness, looking over when they hear a creaking sound. With a sudden click, the lights come on, revealing the owner of the eyes is a very surprised and light-blinded grey cat sitting on a bookshelf. Moira, ready to put her book back, sees the cat frustratedly clutching its eyes and says, "Sorry, I didn't realize you were glowering in here."
March 30, 2025 at 10:22 PM
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Understanding other ways of life unlocks new potential for your own.
In front of the full moon, Moira asks the warewolf, "So you don't feel violent or anything?" He responds, "Nah, that's just a myth." Moira, perched on his shoulders, pokes his head and says, "But I've heard you howl at the moon!" He says, "Well yeah! It's great fun! You should try it sometime." Moira looks thoughtful. In the last panel the two of them sit on a cliff overlooking the countryside and a massive full moon as Moira lets loose a bellowing howl. After the howl, she says, "This rocks!" The warewolf, proud of her, says, "See?"
March 19, 2025 at 11:29 PM