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Aragon: Can you guys please stop fighting?
Maggie and Jane: NO
Bessie: I’m a lesbian
Joan: I want to fling myself into the sun so hard my dick falls off
Anne: *choking noises*
Cleves: Kinky
Kitty, to Joan: I will personally make sure you die of food poisoning, you good for nothing bowl of cereal
Imagine it being the day of Kitty’s execution.
It’s obvious she’s tense and upset, but the others notice that Joan looks more anxious than usual. She’s also following Kitty around, too, which makes Kitty paranoid and then agitated.
“What are you doing?” Kitty finally snaps, whipping around to the MD.
Joan jumps. “I’m, umm... Making sure you’re alright.”
Kitty snorts. “What for? You didn’t ever make sure I was alright before.”
Joan shrugs. “It’s just that today was the execution and...”
Kitty then realizes why Joan had looked to anxious.
“Oh my god.” Kitty says. “Are you scared because of what happened?”
Joan is quiet.
“Do you actually think you’re scarred by my execution?”
“Y-you don’t know what it was like watching it,” Joan whispered.
“Watching it? You don’t know what it’s like LIVING IT!”
By now the others surrounded them to see what was going on.
“Were you imprisoned for something you didn’t do?”
Joan winced. “No.”
“Were you forced down onto your knees before hundreds of people and humiliated because of it?”
“No.”
“Did you ge tuition fucking head chopped off when you were only seventeen?”
“No...”
“THEN YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT WAS LIKE!” Kitty roared. “I don’t care what you went through or saw, Joan! Because in the end, it won’t matter! You had a perfectly good life! All you were was a lady in waiting, you didn’t have to marry an old king against your will! You weren’t killed like Anne and I were, you weren’t forced to divorce and get your life ruined like Aragon, you weren’t publicly humiliated like Anna, you didn’t live just to be the bearer of a male heir like Jane, you didn’t get your true love taken away like Cathy! You didn’t even go through the same things as the other ladies in waiting here!! You’re just some pathetic nobody who history forgot about, and it would have been so much better if you had just never come back!”
Joan flinched backwards, tears springing to her eyes. Kitty scowled at her, seething with rage.
“We all agree that Jane Parker would have made a much better replacement for you. Why couldn’t you have been her?”
[In the bathroom]
Anne: Wait a second, guys! Can we talk for a second about how the toilet paper in this bathroom is directly behind your head? That’s the worst possible spot for the toilet paper to be!
Joan: Pull it out like you pull arrows from a quill!
Cathy: You mean from a quiver?
Kitty: “From a quill.” Are you a fucking hedgehog, Joan?
Kat decided to fuck with her by knocking on the window to the room she's staying in, or taking pictures and leaving them on the dresser because she wants her gone. And she might even walk in and leave written notes or rearrange things to scare her even more 👀
HOLY SHIT THAT BITCH
Kat would probably start with moving things first. She doesn’t wanna oversell it by jumping right into the pictures, so she starts small by slightly moving things from their original spot. And then she works up to the photos and notes.
And poor Joan is just so terrified. She goes to Aragon crying constantly and Aragon doesn’t know what to do, but she’s starting to get annoyed. Aragon starts to think she’s making everything up for attention, which makes Joan even more upset.
The psychological damage done on the poor girl... It must be so scary for her.
Can you imagine that anne, katherine and jane have their own separate group chat and a lot of the time they talk shit about joan in it. and then one day anne ‘accidentally’ (totally on purpose) added joan into it so she could see it all :(
OH NO!! That poor girl!! They absolutely would do that to her, poor thing!
Joan vs. Kitty in their WingEater forms would be EPIC
Fishhook-like claws raked down Joan’s sides, tearing her flesh and ripping out fluff in large clumps. She howled in pain, thrashing, beating her wings frantically as she tried to get the larger WingEater off of her. After a moment, Kitty dislodged from her back, landing gracefully on her feet.
Kitty bared her small, but razor sharp teeth and black mandibles and hissed. In an instant, she was upon Joan again, slashing and biting before Joan could even get a hit in. She dodged every one of the moth’s swings with ease, internally laughing at how pathetic she was.
Then, she extended the venomous barbs in her claws and sank them into Joan’s front forearms.
Joan screeched in pain. The venom pumped rapidly through her veins, more and more flowing into her the longer Kitty kept the barbs inside of her. She shook as hard as she could, fighting to get the WingEater off before throwing herself to the ground and rolling on top of Kitty. For a moment, she had salvation, but then Kitty was on top of her, her bottom pair of forelegs pressed down on her belly, the top pair at her throat. The venomous barbs were out, tracing a line over Joan’s aorta.
Kitty stared down at her with cold black eyes, and Joan could almost hear her voice ringing in her mind.
“Nobody will miss you.”
And so, in a last ditch effort, Joan sprang her jaw open and spat a jet of black acid into Kitty’s face.
The burning was one of the worst things Kitty had ever felt in her entire life. She beat her claws on the festering area desperately, but that only causes it to spread onto her paws. The venom was eating away at her chitin, melting the residue together to make gross blobs. Her chest was burning, too, and it took her a moment to realize she had been sprayed again.
Kitty raked her claws down Joan’s belly, then slammed her wings into her side, sending her rolling in a trail of blue blood, all while she howled nonstop in agony.
Her snout continued to erode. The acid devoured her chitin, even getting into the fleshy part underneath her pelt. One of her nostrils was melted shut, and her left eye seemed to be dropping slightly—or maybe that was just the skin. Her chest was now pockmarked in black scars and her claws on her front forearms were still sizzling away.
To say the least, the outcome wouldn’t be pretty.
Imagine butterfly!Kitty scratching moth!Joan with her venomous claws.
In just a few seconds after being scratched, Joan felt the venom rushing through her veins. The pain kicked in instantly, severe and excruciating, and the arm that had been scratched swelled up in reaction to the venom. It became hard to breathe, it hurt to swallow, she was sweating and shaking, her arm went numb… And Kitty just stood there, sneering as she writhed in pain.
The others came in at the sound of her yowling and Kitty said Joan was acting weird. Joan said Kitty scratched her with her poisonous claws and everyone seemed to get mad at her for some reason? Cathy explained that Kitty’s venomous claws had been cut off by Henry when he married her because he didn’t want her to try and attack him and they never grew back, so it was really rude that Joan would claim such a thing.
But they had grown back. Joan had seen them, she knew those black barbs anywhere.
Kitty was lying to them all. Most likely to take people by surprise when she eventually used them for protection, but still. Now Joan was infected with venom and nobody believed her.
They all left Joan, no matter how hard she tried to convince them she wasn’t lying. The pain was so bad she could barely move without feeling ill. Cimex venom was rarely fatal unless injected at a very specific area, but goddesses above was it painful. And usually you would go get antivenom from the hospital, but Joan couldn’t move.
Joan had to spin silk around the claws marks to stop the bleeding. They were starting to turn black from the venom pumping through her. She sobbed and curled up into a tight ball, wishing not everyone would take Kitty’s side for once.
How about a scene of WE!Joan being bullied because of her stuffed animals? :) To show to the people who want #justice4WE!Joan how things work. ;)
“Oh my god, Joan, you did not bring stuffed animal to work with you.”
Joan’s face felt like it was on fire. She could feel tears of embarrassment welling up in her eyes as she watched as Anne held her white dragon stuffie in the air by its neck. Kitty and Maggie were giggling at her sides, poking the stuffed animal’s wings and tail, while Cathy, Maria, and Jane watched curiously from the sidelines. Bessie had left the moment this whole thing started; she hated getting involved in these quarrels. Aragon’s face was neutrally blank as she spectated from against the wall.
“P-please give it back,” Joan said softly, and was unable to keep her voice from wavering.
“She didn’t deny it!” Kitty said excitedly. “She DID! She did put it in by choice! Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing! I’m so embarrassed for you.”
Joan suddenly felt very hot, like she was actually burning up. She swallowed a painful lump in her throat, struggling to breathe through the waves of shame slamming against her.
“That’s a bitch unprofessional,” Cathy put her in two cents. Joan shot her a wounded look, and she raised her hands. “Don’t look at me. I’m just stating my opinion, that’s all.”
“Please give it back,” Joan begged Anne. “Please.”
“Why do you even have it with you?” Anne asked, ignoring her bleating.
“I-it’s a comfort thing,” Joan stuttered. “It makes me feel secure. N-now please give it back.”
“Listen, I get having comfort items and even stuffed animals,” Maggie said. “Bessie has a giant fat bear. But taking it to work with you?” She snorted. “That’s so childish. You’re supposed to be our music director. How are we supposed to take your seriously when you still play with toys?”
“I-I wasn’t playing with her!” Joan cried.
“HER!” Kitty cackled. She tugged in Anne’s arm. “Did you hear that, Annie? It’s a her! I bet she has a name, too!” She turned her smirk to Joan. “What’s her name, Joey? Come on, tell us!”
Joan looked away, blinking away burning tears of humiliation. She felt like she was going to combust. She just wanted her dragon; it made her feel a little better when she held it. She liked flapping its wings, which calmed her in a strange sort of way.
“P-please,” She pleaded shakily. “Please give it back.”
