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theimaginauts · 2 years
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"THE PRINCESS OF TWILIGHT"
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Art by HELGA SABLE
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manfrommars2049 · 2 years
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Queen Barenziah by Helga Sable via ImaginaryNobles
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Pirate skeleton by Helga Sable
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thewanderingcotabus · 3 years
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Zweihänder by Helga Sable
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forbidden-sorcery · 4 years
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Hostess by Helga Sable
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thecollectibles · 5 years
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Zweihänder by Helga Sable
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st-just · 6 years
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Space by Helga Sable
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artissimo · 7 years
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hannibal 15 by helga sable Spectrum 4: The Best in Contemporary Fantastic Art
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circlemidnight · 5 years
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Zweihänder -  Helga Sable
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ravenkult · 4 years
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Victorian vampire_1 by Helga Sable https://www.artstation.com/artwork/6alGxW
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Art by Helga Sable
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jcmorrigan · 3 years
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Okay, how did Versafina came to be?
If I'm REALLY digging back and being honest, I do remember at one point having a concept when I was in middle or high school of twin sisters, one good and one evil. The good one, Phantasia, would have dark skin and white hair, while the evil one would have pale skin and dark hair. And she's "Versafina" because her palette is REVERSED. (Funny thing: Phantasia as her sister survives to this day, but is NOT the "good twin" anymore. Heehee.)
But really, it was a dime-a-dozen villain design I had back when I came up with that. Officially, Versafina's life began as a fanchild for my earlier (and now discontinued) crossover project, Elements of Harmony. She was then known as "Sable Smisse," the biological child of Rémington Smisse (Wakfu) but raised jointly by YOU KNOW THEM, YOU LOVE THEM, Archibald Snatcher and Roman Torchwick.
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This was one of my favorite fankids I ever made because the combo of those three lending to her gave me SO much to work with. You can see Rémy's genetics and fashion sense here, as well as the fact that Sable carries like a thousand weapons hidden on her person. But having her be a RedHatBlackHat adoptive child gave me soooooo many cool ideas for her, such as:
-Learned how to fight from Roman. Learned how to dance from Snatcher. The dance lessons helped improve her combat skills, so she started wearing high heels to every session, and now she fights in heels JUST TO SHOW OFF THAT SHE CAN.
-She had a male dragsona used to infiltrate social functions. (His name was "A.K. Flintlock" back then. It's "Andely" today and has a complete makeover, but that's a footnote.)
-She was the MOST WANTED in whatever city she lived in.
-French accent!
-Believed loyalty was a luxury. See the quote I included in the dollmaker illustration above.
-SERIAL KILLER
Anyway, she's one of those characters who took on so much life of her own that I soon realized I was writing my own thing instead of a fanchild. Even though she took tropes like the dragsona, they really were TROPES rather than anything completely derivative.
In my modern universe, she hasn't really changed much at all, except for her name and the fact that her parentage will differ depending on the AU. Main 'verse Versa is the daughter of an evil faery queen, but I've also wanted to make the Disney AU of her and she'd make most sense as Grimhilde's daughter but learning tricks from Helga Sinclair.
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doofbox-hero · 3 years
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Long Snippet from A Possibly Abandoned WIP
My first fic I was planning on writing and posting was a cooking competition similar to the The Great British Bake Off with inspiration from a few other shows as well. It was full of OCs and I had big plans but it has since fallen far into the back seat. I like sharing snippets a lot so here is a long snippet though the last paragraph is more notes for me lol. |----| CW Food (Of course) In the lobby of the Black Spire Hotel a very tired looking Remus sits with a cellphone in hand staring at the screen with eyebrows knitted close together in both concentration and slight frustration. The frustration comes from getting far too many messages from friends, family, and people he barely considers acquaintances linking the same promo video he has been avoiding for the past few days since the official Ultimate Kitchen Witch website made it public.
While he is happy the promotion for the show has been an obvious success he absolutely hates seeing any media with his face in it at any point in time. The attention is anxiety inducing in a way that feels almost constricting and leaves him confused on how he of all people ended up here.
But the longer he sits staring at the link the more curious he is what clips they used and which of the other contestants have been featured in the promo. Sirius of course and probably Ignotus if they’re using Sirius. He taps his foot nervously as he presses the link and waits for the video to load.
The video opens with the famous Ultimate Kitchen Witch logo transitioning into existence with some white sparkles against a black background as soft violins begin to play a tune that could only be described as jaunty. This fades from top to bottom to reveal “Mad-Eye” Moody and Nymphadora Tonks standing by a tree in a beautiful field looking wistfully out towards a tent set up in the middle of the space.
“It’s almost time you know.” Moody says with a soft smile as he gives the woman next to him a quick glance.
“Time for what?” Tonks asks with a slight crook in her neck, eyes still trained on the tent.
As he turns towards Tonk his face drops losing any amusement it once held as he raises a hand to punctuate his words as he speaks. “Tonk, did you really just ask that?” She turns towards him looking confused and shrugs her shoulders.
“Yeah I guess, I did.”
“It’s less than two weeks before the Ultimate Kitchen Witch begins, a show that you and I are hosting, and you’re really just asking, ‘time for what?’”
“Hold on. Hold on. What’s happening in less than two weeks? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Moody’s eye seems to almost pop out of his head as he looks at Tonk in utter shock and then shifts to angrily glaring at her in an almost comedic way. “Tonks, you agreed to co-host the show with me. Do you even know what the Ultimate Kitchen Witch is?”
“No I don’t think I do.” Tonk says as she rubs a hand against her forehead feigning an almost obvious fake embarrassment. The man looking down at her rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh before patting her back and gently turning her towards the tent again.
“Come on. Let me run you through the basics.” With a fade from left to right the two are now walking inside of the large tent down the middle of two rows of small, wooden workstations equipped with some basic cooking utensils in polka dotted holders and a cooktop on one end. Moody and Tonks turn to step behind one of the workstations and stop once they’re both standing in a spot where they can both comfortably rest their elbows on the countertop and rest their heads in their hands looking at the camera now zooming in on their faces.
“So what is the Ultimate Kitchen Witch, Moody? Is it magical?” She asks looking his way without turning her head.
“I would say very magical, but not in the wands and shape shifting ways you’re probably thinking.” As he continues on clips from past seasons show in a montage of many memorable moments. “The Ultimate Kitchen Witch is a competitive cooking show where we put 12 up and coming chefs to the test to show us the magic they can do in the kitchen. Each week they are given a different theme and a catch they must keep in mind as they prepare for the three challenges.”
All of a sudden it cuts to Tonk and Moody by a river side and she is reeling in a big, fake carp with a neon pink fishing rod. Tonks looks up at him with an inquisitive look on her face as she asks. “What’s the catch?” He rolls his eyes at her and lightly knocks the rod out of her hand with a displeased look on his face but she just shrugs.
Remus quietly laughs and shakes his head a little at the antics which have always been pretty slapstick on the show but he had a feeling it was only going to get worse with Tonks involved.
The video cuts back to the tent where Moody is leaning against the front of a workstation now mixing what seems to be cookie dough in a bowl while Tonks watches with wide eyes following the spoon. “The catch is mostly what it sounds like. Our chefs must make dishes that fit the theme as best as possible while keeping whatever factor has been chosen in mind as the catch. My favorite example from the past was the week the theme was cookies but chefs had to make everything gluten free. Themes can vary from an ingredient, to an aesthetic, or honestly some of the most random bull I’ve ever heard.”
“So what are these challenges you spoke of earlier?” As she asks she reaches her hand slowly towards the bowl which Moody catches and taps her hand with the spoon causing her to stop. He shakes his head as he goes back to mixing the dough and before he goes on he notices Tonks lick the back of her hand then looks back to the camera with an eye roll.
“There are three challenges. The first challenge is called ‘The Personal Charm Dish’ and it gives the chefs a chance to work on recipes that really show the judges who they are as a person and chef. Winner of this challenge is usually based on who best executed the concept within the theme while still making a spellbound dish. The second challenge is the Zippy Skill Exercise which is where the competitors are given a surprise recipe missing some key details they have to use their experience and knowledge to successfully complete in a very short amount of time.
Of course the winner of this round is mostly based on whoever can actually make the damn recipe correctly but on a rare occasion someone wows the judges with something less accurate yet spectacular. Now the third and final challenge…”
When he looks over at Tonk she’s now eating chocolate chips out of a bag while nodding along in a way that makes it seem she’s only half listening. He grabs the bag out of her hands and dumps half of the chocolate chips in his bowl before putting the bag down on the counter on the opposite side of where she is standing. As he continues to stir he side-eyes her with his non-eye-patched eye and purses his lips before asking. “Were you even listening to a word I just said?”
Tonks rolls her eyes and reaches behind him to grab the bag of chocolate chips. “Yes. Yes I was. Personal Charm Dish, Zippy Skill Challenge, and the third and final challenge is?”
With a face devoid of amusement he turns his eyes back to the camera and continues. “The Truly Magical Challenge. This is where chefs have to show the judges something that ‘makes them believe in magic.’” While he says the end of the sentence a sparkle effect floats in from the left side of the screen to the right passing over his head. “The winner is based on who does the best job of amazing all of the judges with something special. Over the course of 10 weeks the judges take into consideration things like amount of wins, consistency in performance, a real wow factor, and growth over the competition in order to pick an Ultimate Kitchen Witch.”
Now the video cuts to the two looking into an open oven as Moody slides a tray of cookie dough balls in. “But Moody who are the judges?” She turns her head to look at him as she asks and he gives her a glance before looking back at the camera with a cheeky smile.
Another montage of clips play including a very no nonsense Rowena Ravenclaw cutting up an onion while she tells someone off camera why they need to immediately leave her kitchen, Helga Hufflepuff precariously carrying a tray full of dozens of different cookies looking wide eyed and scared of the possible tumble, Godric Gryffindor laughing and handling a large blow torch in way that seems very unsafe, Salazar Slytherin just looking into the camera with a pointed unpleasant look before he grabs a plate from the table in front of him and throws it across the room against a wall, and then varying black silhouettes against a pastel blue background as the words ‘Surprise Guest Judges Announced Every Monday’ roll in front of the figures.
Once the video cuts back to Moody and Tonks she is softly bouncing with a cookie in hand while he just admires the tray holding the rest. “This is so great, I’m gonna get so fat on amazing food and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me.” The two laugh a little before a look of realization appears on her and holds up a finger to single she has something to add. “What do the chefs get if they win?”
(Moody explains[I still need to figure that out] and then prompts a montage of the contestants this season. Each one has a few clips from various sources shown before they play a short clip of them against a pastel blue background with words with their name and occupation displayed beside them. Remus is annoyed with the clips they used for him, shocked by the clips of Sirius they used, and clicks off after a few more including Sable, Edmund, Ignotus, and Hudson).
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deliciouslydark · 4 years
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Hannibal by Helga Sable
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rebellicvs · 6 years
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@wandchoosesthewizard (x):
“What are you doing? Stop it! Stop!” She’s thrown herself between the young man, and the small crowd throwing stones - getting struck by a few herself before they relent. “This is not how decent people behave!” Arms thrown wide, in case they decide to continue, she blocks Blake from their view as much as possible - the skirts of her dress certainly helping. Slowly, the group began to disperse, muttering mutinously. “Are you okay-? Are you hurt?” 
Anger bubbled under his skin as another stone hit him, blood flowing down his temple. How dare they treat him like this?! How dare they judge him for being born like this and treat him like he was scum when it was them that were the true monsters?! Blake was about to show them something they could hate and fear him for when the woman jumped between him and the ever growing, ever advancing crowd. Surprise and wariness replaced the anger and hate and he took a few steps away from her in case she planned something now that the crowd was gone. Removing some of the blood on his face with the torn sleeve of his shirt, he muttered a “’m fine...”
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wearepaladin · 5 years
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Sword and Chalice by Helga Sable
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