#aussie's anons

!!! HoC ask!! House of Cards ask!!! 🥺🥺🥺❤️

Hi!! Hello!! Thank you 🥺 HoC did a lot of development work for how I personally view/write marsab content so it's so endearing to me that you like it....<333

I think I half mention it in the HoC masterpost but I then realised that, although I was sure I'd written it, Marco's pov is entirely missing from the actual Realisation?? le ze gasp 🤭 making this hard on myself, wtf. Under the cut bc this got pretty rambly!!!

That was....pretty eminently predictable haha;;

anyway do you remember that author from like 5 yrs ago now who had two books featuring two different trans women and one passed as afab (in book 1) and one did not (in book 2) and he got critiqued about it by trans folk and his first response was to analyse it and then he went: oh shit yeah. i wanted it in context of book 1 - to have them both presented in comparison to give More Rep about different types of trans people on their journey - but I can see that without that context a) it does function as a negative stereotype and b) IN the new context it still comes across as insulting because she's still the only trans character I have in this book?

I think you get to look at critique and decide if it Does actually matter to you (because there are also situations that handle exploration of character with grace even when potentially approaching it from a stereotypical angle - ie. that fic drama in Voltron with the sex worker Lance fic but it was actively written by a latino, or, Lolita, or, not to my personal taste, but the Good Doctor or that one autism show about the guy who likes penguins). But, also, I think you do actually have to uhh....look at the critique, lol. There's a difference between "don't rate people's fics"/"don't critique without asking" and getting feedback regarding the Core Concept you are intending to convey. Especially when that core concept has butted up against derogatory stereotypes that are actively avoided within his storyline/canon and you are not writing from your own lived experience.

Anyway! I actually really don't give a shit about what their crash out is about because I don't think I need to care about them? What a waste of energy, lol.

There's an obnoxious way to eat an apple, apparently - Jason's mastered it, with the crunch of his bite. Tim's mouth draws into a scowl unwittingly at the noise.

“I don't need your company, too,” he says, and Jason hums. His shoulder is pressed to the doorframe, and he waves two fingers at Kon when Kon turns back around and then takes off, effortlessly.

"Your clone boy is pretty stupid, huh?"

"Oh shut up, Jason," Tim grumbles, watching as Kon does a little flip. He's hovering, but Tim can see the moment he decides to properly leave; the way his shoulders go back and his chin tilts up. "He's not."

“Coulda fooled me,” Jason snorts and Tim makes sure to step on his foot as he goes back inside. Jason's wearing steel-toe boots, so it doesn't do much, but it does at least make Tim feel better.

Aw man watch me vanish for two months (I'm so sorry :"D)

So the bidding war is technically. two fics?? 🤭 Bidding war and then the redux...because I couldn't decide what dynamic I wanted ahah

The BASIC gist is that Kon has sold time spent With Superboy for a charity auction. And as a result of [insert plot spoiler reason here], he needs some help to get tf Out of that promise. Wuh-oh, scoob!!

Where the two differ is that in one, Kon and Tim are well aware of each other's identities - so it's easy for Tim to change to his civvies and win the auction (even if it...quite awkwardly leaves him trying to come up with some lies to questions. "Why are you here?" / "Do you like Superboy?" / "Wasn't this auction for a date?")

The redux is the same, with Tim winning, but, ALSO. Secret identity shenanigans!!! 🥰 Tim has fulfilled Kon's request, that he Get Out of the auction, and doesn't expect/need Kon to feel obliged to adhere to the T&C's...especially not to someone he believes is a random civilian.

They're both pretty silly in terms of the flirting and the Scenarios™️ I throw them in, but one is heavy on "wow these guys are both obviously flirting" with side flavour of "Tim is pining like an idiot" (redux) vs. "Tim is an unobservant dumbass" (OG).

But! Since you asked for a blurb. This is what my docs have as draft 1:

When Tim wins a bidding war for Superboy's time, he doesn't expect Kon to actually honour the agreement - especially because Tim Drake, civilian, came up with the perfect, noble deferral. What type of person would he be if he stopped Superboy from giving supervillains the ol' one-two, after all?

Superboy's decided himself, however, that the ol' one-two can wait and Tim's selfish enough to enjoy the extra time in Kon's company. It just gets a little awkward when Tim falls into old habits and Kon seems to be falling for him. Keeping secrets is his nature, but this one's got bigger consequences than Mr. Sarcastic's TV debut.

Another step closer and Tim's hand tips, a foreign feeling pressing against his hand, and then there's ice down his stomach, cold and wet.

"Oh, uh-"

"Here, let me-" Kon fumbles for the buttons on his shirt, and Tim jumps, leg hitched up against the couch. It brings Kon even closer, his palms and knuckles pressed against Tim's shirt and skin.

"No, no, it's cool, I can-"

Kon's fingertips press against his sternum, and Tim's breath catches, heart beat skipping in his ears. With a blink, Kon's expression creases, and then suddenly he's pink and zipping backward, hands raised. "Right! Right, you absolutely can take your shirt off yourself. No tactile telekinesis button-undoing assistance required-"

Fuck, the very thought makes Tim's heartbeat skip again, already familiar with Kon's TTK helping him with a stubborn latch on his costume - the idea of him undoing the buttons on-

No, he thinks to himself, coughing quickly to hide his face and his stuttering breath, he absolutely cannot be imagining this shit right now.

Ahhh tysm! 🥺 I confess it's fully gonna be a vehicle for mutually requited unrequited pining. Once I finally get around to the auction rules, you will see......🤭

(WIP Wednesday list)

“And a little bit of an external favour,” Tim squeaks in as he shimmies past the door out of Kon's dressing room, and gets three identical frowns. “Look, we don't have time for an effective bank robbery. Nothing’s going to go wrong for the auction - trust me. We've got a plan B.”

B for Brucie Wayne, Tim thinks as he steals into the nearest empty storage room, wincing just a little when he imagines the questions that are going to come through when he charges this particular cost to Bruce's credit card. Not entirely how he was planning to confirm his coming out, but the news had been churning with enough gossip when they'd seen him skating with Ives that he's hoping he can convince Kon that Robin was doing a favour for a friend.

…And that Kon doesn’t look too closely at the similarities between Robin and Tim Drake.

He slicks his hair back and bunny hops into the slightly too-large pants that Bart has snagged for him, thankful that he'd chosen boots for today's supposed-to-be-chill supervision mission. It'll still be a faux paus, fashion wise, but he's paired suits with converse before, and he's hoping the mix-and-match of fashion, when paired with the suit, will look purposeful instead of just…well, like he'd gotten his friend to steal clothing off a rack. It at least hides his extra accoutrements, and the light grey off-sets the black of his under armour well. It just looks like a particularly shiny, (particularly tight-) turtleneck.

“Hot, and cold,” Damian says, pointing to each side of the tap as required, and Suren squints. 

“And this is…a requirement?” he says dubiously. “To choose?”

“To bathe?” Damian asks, nose wrinkling in distaste. “Hygiene prevents infection - and I will not allow you to interact with the animals of the Manor if you will not, at minimum, remove the gore currently beneath your fingernails. They will not be made ill due to another's poor choices.”

“Then…which do you pick?” Suren asks. He shifts on the bathmat, and Damian can feel himself slowly frown.

“How do you mean?”

“Which is easier? Is better? The hot or the cold?”

“I-” Damian's words dry up in his mouth. It's hard to think, ideas forming through sticky correlation as memories poke the edge of his mind, and he breathes in slowly through his nose, feeling, oddly, how his chest rises with the movement. He isn't entirely disconnected from his body: but he hovers just within it, feeling too aware of the way his fingers flex against his shorts. “No,” he says, and turns the tap on before he takes Suren's hand, pulling their interlocked palms into the water. Suren jerks back, startled and afraid, and then his eyes go even wider and he leans forward, closer to the spray. “You just…pick,” Damian says quietly. “You get to pick what feels good for you. You can change it if it is too hot, or too cold, until it feels…good.”

“It is allowed to feel good,” Suren murmurs, like something he's had repeated to him before, and Damian flinches, quickly letting go of Suren's hand and stepping away.

“Bathe,” he orders. “There is soap - the bar - and the water does not stop until you decide. Pennyworth will have delivered clothes by the time you are finished, so do not return to your former garb. It-” he grimaces. “It can be cleaned, if requested.”

Suren glances down at his clothing, then back into the spray of water, obviously mesmerised, and shrugs. “It is not mine. I will accept your gift in this instance.” He cuts a sharp look at Damian from the corner of his eye, and Damian has to take a second to think through the slowly growing rumble in his ears before he can nod.

“Shelter, food, clothing.” He lists, feeling off-balance and ill, unable to stop thinking about how Richard had listed the same things when Damian had first moved into the penthouse after his father's death. It plays, overlaid on Suren, like looking into a parallel life. Is this how he had acted, when he first came to the manor? Expecting each thing offered to be paid for, to be a test? 

Unused to being offered a kindness, a nicety, without it being earned? 

He swallows, now glad that Suren has been fascinated by the shower, because he does not know what expression is on his face as he chokes out, “They are not denied. Shelter, food, and clothing will always be provided upon request or as required.”