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Last Song: On My Knees by Rüfüs du Sol
Currently watching: The WONDERfools
Current Obssession: okay okay so. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve actively thought and done anything about Tea Party Surveillance but! BUT. then “Sith” by Hoenix slid into my weekly recs and together with BOOMPALA by Lesserafim it’s a very explosive mix of inspiration. So putting literally-split!Obi-Wan into Situations while Cody plays detective is where my brain’s at.
Currently reading: Bright Dead Things by Hailey Turner. Hailey writes something, I’m reading it.
Currently working on: my mental health 🤘
Last Google Search: wall color inspo for red sofas. I need some Ideas that are fun but not green bc half of my apartment is green already lmao
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Tea Party Surveillance by the Ministry of Looking Glass
So, what’s his deal here.
Obi-Wan Kenobi is a nurse at Coruscant General, the largest hospital in Wonderland. He’s relatively easy-going. He’s distantly related to the precognitive Cheshire Cats. But that’s a hole in his memory and best forgotten if it weren’t for Cody.
Sweet, strong Commander Cody of the Guard who Obi-Wan met while on break. They had shared a muffin, a cigarette, and their phone numbers.
“Tea cups in your dreams,” was what Obi-Wan had, apparently, told Cody while they were decidedly occupied with other things, “hide their silent screens.”
It had been enough to alarm Cody, unfathombly broken him out of the Queen of Hearts’ mind control, and thus had disrupted Obi-Wan’s quiet life since its last disruption. A bucket of a can of worms had been exploded open by Obi-Wan saying weird shit and the, uh, the glowing blue eyes had also played a big part in Cody starting to question the very foundations of Wonderland.
One day Obi-Wan woke up with no memories, a job only his muscles and intuition could remember, and a broken watch that somehow always hurt his wrist and was a constant reminder that he was late for something.
.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was a member of the Council of Time Consultants. They watched over the Flow of Time, guarded the Well from which every fate was born, and protected the Balance.
By Wonderland they were seen as a mystical bunch. Rarely seen but always, always ready to help when a person’s fate unbalanced.
In the eyes of most people they held immense power.
“Off with their heads!” Palpatine screeched, voice shrill with excitement and bloodlust and fear of losing now when his goal was so, so close. “Off off off! Now!”
“This is taking so long, I’m bored,” Quinlan remarked lowly.
“It is surprisingly tedious,” Mace agreed from Obi-Wan’s other side.
Obi-Wan’s eyebrow failed to not twitch and he closed his eyes. This was it. “Gentlemen, we will see each other again.”
“Obi-Wan.” Mace. Steady, calm, an anchor for his concentration to not despair now. “Trust in Time, my friend.”
The lightning had come for their necks. A scalpel and sledgehammer coming between their bodies and their abilities, their connection to Time.
Just once Obi-Wan woke between Before and One Day. Blurrily making out his face mirrored across the hard stone floor where he’d fallen, clock pendulums grand and swinging out of Time.
He had inched a hand forward to his sudden twin, gravel knuckles lightly touching under a slowly opening eye.
Yellow, burnt gold if Obi-Wan had been in the mood for poetry, stared back, hollow and uncomprehending.
The body with Obi-Wan’s face and yellow eyes had been hauled upwards, dragged out of sight that got increasingly difficult to focus.
“Pity I need them alive and well,” Obi-Wan had heard as everything went dark.
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Hello! I have been re-reading your fics lately and I just wanted to let you know how much I adore them! Expecially the wonderful sith obiwan in "I Got My Head Checked". Since I am approaching the world of bookbinding I wanted to ask if I could try my hand at bookbinding it? I'm new to bookbinding, so I'll probably be very slow and it's going to be something simple, but I would really love to try, provided I have your permission. Let me know and thanks for writing that fic! I really love it!
That’s so sweet and kind of you, thank you!!
I’m honored you like IGMHC so much you want to bind it. That is so cool! Bookbinding is such an amazing art!
I wish you good luck with your project and above all, loads of fun! (And if you could show me when it’s done pretty please?)
The ball fell into Fox’s hand and he threw it up again, making it bounce off the ceiling and back into his palm. It was kind of mesmerizing but maybe that was the remnants of Cody’s latest injuries talking.
“That isn’t quite what I had in mind.”
Wolffe blew a raspberry. “I’m with Fox on this one.”
“No, no, let him speak,” Bly said, waving them both off, his huge, excited eyes hanging onto Cody’s every word. Bless him for being at least a little predictable.
“Based on prior experiences, it should work,” Cody stated.
“I have a bantha’s ass load of Void-7s-“
“From where.”
“Irrelevant for this mission,” Wolffe sniffed. “Point is, they’re beautiful and I already got myself a deck chair to comfortably look at the fallout of them. Don’t take that away from me.”
“Void-7s,” Cody echoed flatly.
“You got me a deck chair, too, I hope for your sake?”
Wolffe turned his head to Fox. “Naturally.”
“Sweet.”
“Ponds? What do you think?” Bly asked.
“Pondsie, help us out here.”
The curl of their eldest brother’s mouth was slow and mean. Cody could feel himself mirror it. “Wolffe, Fox,” Ponds said gravely, “I think this is exactly what you both need.”
Cody lets his offer settle in the air between them for a moment. “Your thoughts?” he asks after a moment, casual and casually avoiding bumping into the corner they’re rounding.
Obi-Wan comes to a stop, hands vanishing into sleeves. His eyes drop to Cody’s lips for such a microscopic moment Cody thanks his abilities to see it anyway. “A bold suggestion, I must say.”
Don’t make me beg, Cody thinks and raises an eyebrow.
“Tempting as well,” Obi-Wan continues, eyes straying down again. “Tempting indeed.”
Cody bites his lip, making Obi-Wan’s gaze snap up. “I’ll order everything we need,” he says quietly, voice going low and raspy against his will. “Next shore leave. You, me, and the ancient GAR filing system.”
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