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 :wave: Hello my admirable Allies! It's time again to showcase more of the excellent Allied Artwork pieces that have been making their way into our 
Featured Folder  over at Lit-Visual-Alliance


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What is the Alliance, you ask?

The Alliance is a project group intended to encourage visual and literary artists to work together. I've felt for some time that the dA Literature Community can at times be somewhat insular - to its detriment. We in the Lit Community are also sometimes prone to griping about the lack of exposure our work receives when compared to that of visual artists. So in the spirit of ^thorns brilliant Complaint Challenge I thought I would try to do something about that. And so the Alliance was born!

This article features pieces that have been submitted to our Featured Folder, which is reserved for literature that is based on visual artwork on dA, and visual artwork based on dA literature.

As usual, this feature is the result of the member poll which asked you, our lovely members, to vote for your favorite Allied Artwork submitted to the Featured Folder to be spotlighted in the article as the best. :w00t:




 First, DrippingWords presents a poignant interpretation 
of a popular image on dA, based of course on the iconic myth of Hades & Persephone.:

  On the West WindI caress her cheek, my fingers grazing her silk like skin. Her breathing is light, and she murmurs in her sleep, almost too quiet to hear. I smile, but it doesn't reach my eyes; instead, it beckons the tears that are threatening to overflow. I fight them back as I reach out and cradle her to my chest, moving slow like a snail so as not to wake her. Her bosom rises and falls, and I feel her heartbeat pounding in rhythm with mine, creating our very own symphony. Our images flicker in and out of sight as I close my eyes. After what seems like an eternity, our figures have become transparent, and we move unseen through the dark palace. As I pass through my realm, I can hear the tortured screams of the damned as they beg for mercy. I brush their screams off; they deserve the torment for what they did. We glide past, seen by no one, but the noise disturbs her slumber, and she shifts in my arms, slight but restless. I move faster, almost flying, and the wind blows our hair behind us. The stra inspired by hades and persephone 2 by sandara




Next, a brief yet memorable narrative gleaned from the work of burdge:

:thumb170362955: inspired by all i ever wanted by burdge




Next comes a witty, darkly comic narrative poem on the perils of rabbit revolts from SubjugatedSandwich:

The Revolt of Ruckulus Raggerton RigglesThere's a quiet in the clearing
as the rabbits gather 'round
and one behind the other
they all wait without a sound.
And in that eerie silence
they're all wondering away
at what he has in store for them
and what he has to say.
"And who is he?" you might be asking
a question most absurd,
why it's Ruckulus Raggerton Riggles
the one hundred and seventy third.
He's the head of the royal treasury
the keeper of the hoard,
the one in charge of every carrot
the king has ever stored.
The silence breaks as he appears
and climbs upon a stump
while the rabbits of the forest
all huddle in a clump.
"You might be asking one another
why it is that you are here
and I promise you that soon enough
I'll make it absolutely clear."
"You see his majesty our king
has done an awful deed.
He has eaten every carrot.
He has eaten every seed."
At this an awful cry arose
a loud and clamorous din.
"If there aren't any carrots left
what will WE be eating then!"
Ruckulus raised a paw into the air
until the crowd had q
 inspired by meeting by KalaNemi




Companion art for JZLobo's Fan Fiction:

Gunslinger and his new protoform by Bluetabbycat inspired by Fire With Fire
Part 1: Life and Death
Many often spoke of the price of life. Philosophers in nearly every civilization had dedicated their entire lives to speculating on it. One race had even attempted to build a computer the size of a city in an attempt to quantify it. But whatever the price of life was, one thing was sure: It was steep.
It was sometimes easy to forget just how precious life could be after gaining immortality and leading a life of warfare. The Maximal who called himself Gunslinger was not only gaining a lesson in perspective, but economics. Security work paid dirt, even in the slums where guards were paid relatively well. Nevertheless, he had been scrimping and saving for the past thirty years, working until he had enough energon to build a new body one part at a time and grant it the gift of life. He had even sacrificed maintenance on himself and his blue and yellow paint job was mostly worn away. Though, it was hard to tell in the shimmering violet and blue hues of light pr





agramuglia offers a gleeful, quirky narrative for resuki's image:

:thumb318984391: inspired by Hug by resuki




Followed by:


 inspired by Lauryn 2 by zenfidelity

A Long Day of Questing by Underbase inspired by

Doodle: Phoenix by Ben-G-Geldenhuys inspired by

Gunslinger and Betsy by Canalus inspired by Fire With Fire
Part 1: Life and Death
Many often spoke of the price of life. Philosophers in nearly every civilization had dedicated their entire lives to speculating on it. One race had even attempted to build a computer the size of a city in an attempt to quantify it. But whatever the price of life was, one thing was sure: It was steep.
It was sometimes easy to forget just how precious life could be after gaining immortality and leading a life of warfare. The Maximal who called himself Gunslinger was not only gaining a lesson in perspective, but economics. Security work paid dirt, even in the slums where guards were paid relatively well. Nevertheless, he had been scrimping and saving for the past thirty years, working until he had enough energon to build a new body one part at a time and grant it the gift of life. He had even sacrificed maintenance on himself and his blue and yellow paint job was mostly worn away. Though, it was hard to tell in the shimmering violet and blue hues of light pr



Our next poll will be out soon, with another feature to follow! The more you guys submit, the more features there will be! :eager:

And to get your creative juices flowing, a sampling from our Exceptionally Inspiring Literature & Exceptionally Inspiring Visual Art folders:

Different worlds by devilkate  Polishing VenusI wear a blue plastic retainer at night. It's painful, tight on my teeth, as if my mouth has outgrown it. I don't put it in often enough, so the shape of my jaw twists and changes, until I remember how much I despised braces and consent to slip it in, and I lie awake at night, loathing the imperfection of my teeth and the ache that pulses there as my mouth readjusts to the wires and plastic that force my jaw into the correct position.
I wear glasses too – ugly things, dark maroon on top, with a thin, squishy plastic wire on bottom instead of another rim. Not many people know I have them. When I was a kid, I had the rimless kind – some part of me believed them to be less noticeable. I'd pop the lenses out and tell my father I slipped on the gravel at recess so I could get away with days without the slippery plastic ridge balanced on my nose, and the glances I got for being the only nine-year-old with glasses. Nowadays, I use contacts, and I slip my glasses case under my pillow
 The Gate by chvacher  The 100 Things That Rammstein Left Behind - 01The 100 Things That Rammstein Left Behind - A Rammstein Fanfiction
Let's face it, you learn a lot through life. Mistakes are lessons too, of course, you learn the best from mistakes.
But really. You'd rather learn without the pain, wouldn't you?
One hundred vignettes of six lives woven into a single story. Till POV throughout - mostly. This is as of June 2012 the darkest thing I've written and is honestly not for the faint of heart; I won't pretend that this isn't offensive. If you don't like death, for one (out of everything else discussed), this fic is not for you. Contains a lot of concepts and incidents that will make you feel uncomfortable. Proceed with caution and read all warnings.
Warnings: Till/Richard, meta concepts, slash, depressing content, political overtones in some, possibly unsavory depictions of real-life people within the families of the band (although not to children), severe angst, screwy formatting, heavy German usage at parts, possibly confus
 The Right Moment by AnaNevesArt  The Hottest 30 DaysThe traffic never bothered him until he had nowhere to go.  
It took two hours to get across town and he forgot the applications.
There wasn't snow on the ground, so he pulled over
and parked in a tow away zone.  He walked around
the center of that city and thought about his father standing in line
with him at the Hartford shopping mall twenty  seven years earlier
in the town where he grew up.  
Middle-nowhere, Illinois.
It's Christmas time and all of the other children are
pissing themselves with anticipation.  
Over the scent of plastic evergreens and candy canes,
his father still smells like motor oil and top shelf bourbon.
The closer he gets to the obese man in the red coat,
the more he shakes with fear.  Tears well up in his eyes.
Right before it's his turn, his dad pulls him out of line and
they walk quietly back to the car.
His dad doesn't turn the heat on or bother looking in the rearview mirror;
"Don't make me leave w
 In Dreams We Belong by balaa  Tanka Ia swan, snow-feathered,
you seemed, until you molted
to reveal a duck
with feathers like the mountain:
snow melting, lilies blooming
 ka tyou zou getu by PassionateSnuff  Appetite Comes with the Eating1. The real horror of October
is the winter, the rising darkness.
It's said they caught him weeping,
heard him babbling about the steam in the snow,
the brown mass that had been a person—
his little girl, dead from the cold.
He ate his wife and daughters.
And when the villagers came for him,
he let them take him—to the tree
in the center of the square, where he hung,
discolored with frostbite and gangrene.
They called him Wendigo,
gave him to the spirit of the Dying Season,
and hoped that he would rest.
2. My ancestors had a word for his kind—
Strigoi.
They would have cut out his heart
to stop him from feeding.
He walked again.
Ate his fill of the town that killed him
and marched south, slept every spring
to wait for the Season of the Dying
to come again.
3. I saw the flesh-eater once, in my youth
in a Massachusetts town
near Boston, out on a frozen pond.
I saw his face beneath the ice,
saw his teeth bent with bone-crunching,
before he disappeared into the black w
 The Mechanism by pandorasconviction  Bless the AutumnLet us lie among the autumn leaves
And listen to the whispers made
By the slow-flowing hearts of trees.
Give thanks for fire and woodsmoke
And clandestine caresses under blankets
Piled high beneath the naked oak.
Bless the waning sun and warm chocolate
And the heat of lovers' hands and hearts.
 Mt. Gaia by Phons08194  Nightdance and ShadowplayCome on, all you ghosties – let's make one last stand.
Dive through the mirrors of our hands,
wonderland the way we script our souls
into the spine of each woman we love
like an arpeggio, like a broken chord
splitting the night sky of New Orleans
two months after Katrina painted the town.
Blue as the cracked and jagged line that snow-
shuddered mountains draw in the memory of sand
between sky and shattered, the calligraphy of the earth
we lie and say isn't our own, come on, all you ghosties.
Let's pretend that when the glass menageries broke,
they didn't become snow, that every time
the sky writes you a love letter, you don't feel evergreen
needling guilty beneath your holly skin,
a calligraphy we lie and say isn't our own.
She hikes stone hands against mountains,
a sharp cursive of shattered glass.
Come on, all you ghosties. Run.
Blue as lightning racing rain.
 Melting Sun by bibarry Temple Guard by CAHess  WaldeinsamkeitA murder of ravens
spits black
on a vermillion coloured day,
as a spine of leaves
crumbles under the pressure
of ghostly weight;
Its pieces of autumn,
borne by a whirling breath,
brush a lonely thought:
This winter will be cold.
 Myosotis : forget me not. by Tony-STORM 


Before I close, I'd like to remind you all about out Autumn Alliance Contest going on right now! Deadline is December 1st. We've got some great entries already but we can always use more, so please check it out!

I'd also like to bring your attention to an exciting project TimberClipse is holding called The Visual Narrative Project. The project invites writers to pen a 2-15 page script that will then be filmed! This is very exciting so I hope you all give it a look.

Finally, vegarBlack is holding a Tell Your Story: Fiction Challenge. The challenge encourages writers to write about a series of sci-fi illustrations and the prizes are excellent. Please take a look!

That's it for now, guys! Thanks so much for being a part of the Alliance! :w00t:
For more Allied Artwork, please check us out at :iconlit-visual-alliance:

'til next time,

The :iconlit-visual-alliance: Team: :iconladyofgaerdon: :iconevlydia: :iconazizriandaoxrak: :iconquiestinliteris: :iconvigilo:






#Lit-Visual-Alliance presents our Sixth Feature, showcasing visual art based on literature, and literature based on visual art.
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EstrangeloEdessa Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hate to point it out, but there's a typo: "gleamed from the work of *burdge-bug" should probably be "gleaned."
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:iconladyofgaerdon:
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013  Professional Writer
^^; Fixed! Thanks for pointing it out.
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Ben-G-Geldenhuys Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks again for the feature! :D
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:iconladyofgaerdon:
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013  Professional Writer
Welcome. :)
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balaa Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2012  Professional General Artist
What a lovely idea! I have always felt bad for artists of the word world and the lack of exposure their work garners on creative sites. Beyond just writers musicians are often also left in the cold and so it is fantastic to see artists of different mediums reaching beyond their own medium and cultivating artistic partnerships and friendships with other creative minds. I personally see so much potential in creating works of differing mediums in tandum and the particular piece you featured of mine was a collaboration with a musician! It's good to see this idea being spread, let's hope it becomes infectious.
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:iconladyofgaerdon:
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2012  Professional Writer
I'm happy you support the idea of the group. Yes, I can see how musicians would also be rather left out, and I think it is wonderful that your piece is a collaboration with a musician. :)
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JZLobo Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I still love this group!
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:iconladyofgaerdon:
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2012  Professional Writer
:boogie:
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OfOneSoul Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Gorgeous feature, sweetheart! :love:
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LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2012  Professional Writer
Thank you! :heart:
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