Who's Who: The characters of WWD (Click the icon)
Story and Concept by: Jon
Ula by: @cstar, Saino by: @Hexin, Kara by: @Magick, Ara by: Nani
Early concept sketches by: Emma Mosier(*)
Art by: Demona Silverwing (*) Aylea (*) Hannah (*) Xero (*) Gabby (*) Koko-arts (*)
Signage and other Graphics by: Jon
Based on properties owned and trademarked by the Walt Disney Company, their affiliates and subsidiaries (especially Disney Imagineering)
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Well, I should learn to read. I lamented the loss of all the earliest fanfics I wrote under the account "BaseSebastian" when I first joined way back when. I should probably discuss accessing those stories so I can copy and paste into personal docs for safe keeping and sentimentality.
I feel like you put "no swearing" because you knew I was involved and you might remember my favorite Christmas song
"Was Christmas eve, babe. In the drunk tank! An ol' man said to me, "Won't see another one". And then he sang a song; "The Rare Ole Mountain Dew". I turned m'face away, and dreamed about you."
~ Fairytale of New York
Base began to think about the fact he didn't have a nemesis. Enemies from past adventures, yes. But a true rival? No. He looked around and surveyed the Keybladers for a candidate.
Ignis was having a moment, and he was too well-acquainted with most of them to start changing the landscape of his relationship with them. He was having a hard time until he spotted AJ's fresh face.
"Hey! Hey you! Your face is... dumb. Like, super, super dumb!" He shouted over to AJ, looking him direct in the eye. He didn't really mean it, but he did need a rival, and a random one would do just as well.
Granted, there was truth in what AJ had said about "strength in numbers". But he could still have a nemesis AND fight against a greater evil (okay, an ACTUAL evil) by his side, right?
Base blew the smoke rolling off his Keyblade from the Seeker Mine spells that had taken care of the king before the eruption could finish him. When he heard Ananta shout "WHAT", he looked over and saw her fixated on Nigo. He looked to Nigo, then back to Ananta, and shook his head.
"Uh? Is there something sketchy about him besides the precarious proximity to an unspeakable slur in his name? Am I missing something?"
Over by the racers, Vanellope was back in her poofy dress and he heard her give a royal decree in a sickly sweet, princessy tone.
"Everyone who was ever mean to me will be... executed."
"Wow. Do I we have to go? I kinda wanna stick around and see what happens next. Look! Look! Ananta! Those twerps who sicked the data replicas after us are crying because they know they're doomed! Ah, come on, we gotta stay!"