Grife! ...do not read.

It's cold here, and grey. It's been raining steadily for three days now, and the chance of going home to see the cherry blossoms is dwindling. Outside, the ground is a wet and churning mess-- not e. e. cummings's mud-luscious world, but just mud, with dying worms all over the sidewalk. Louise is sick. There's work to be done. Therefore, the setting is absolutely perfect for a good whine.

That said, the entry ahead is purely whining and sulking. There is a good chance you will only find yourself irritated by reading it.

( Would you like some cheese with your whine? )

Also, my macaroni tastes funky.

But, yeah. I have no doubt that this too will pass, and my ego will rebound, and you won't have to put up with another entry like this for at least a month or so.

Under the full moon...

Also! To try and make up for that last entry, I'd like to present the final array of were-popes.

Were-pope by Kadrin. I would so see that movie.

Were-pope by Bloodsin. He reminds me a little of the wolf from Red Riding Hood, so very cute.

Were-pope by Twig. So fuzzy! So sweet! He'd make a lovely plushie.

Were-pope by Morgan. …and the cute promptly turned to terror. God, the bloody surplice makes it.

Were-pope by KMS. I dub this one the most terrifying. I may very well never sleep again.

I can’t pick just one. I like them all for different reasons. Therefore, everyone gets a drabble. If you want to claim your prize, leave a comment to let me know what fandom, pairing, basic plot device, etc. that you'd like to see. Thanks for participating, and possibly giving St. Peter a whole new chapter of things in his book to ask about when (if) the Pearly Gates are attained.