Je suis Aldric Cheylan, artiste depuis maintenant plus de cinq ans. Le dessin que vous voyez ci dessus est un autoportrait, en chibi, mais c'est bien moi.
Je dessine principalement des hommes, très efféminés certes, mais des hommes quand même. Si vous pensez voir une femme mais que vous ne lisez nul part dans la description qu'il s'agit d'un personnage féminin, c'est que c'est un homme. De toute façon lorsque je dessine une femme, il n'y a a pas de question à se poser, ça se voit, je peux vous l'assurer.
Je préviens à l'avance, je dessine du yaoi. Homophobes, fuyez, et vite ! Vous ne serez pas vraiment appréciés par ici.
Je dessine également beaucoup de contorsion et de "waist cinching", qui pourrait être traduit par corsetage. Tout commentaire inapproprié ou insultant envers ces formes artistique sera tout simplement supprimé. Et pour toute éventuelle question à ce sujet, oui je pratique moi même ces deux formes d'art.
Le serpent que vous voyez sur le dessin est mon adorable petit animal de compagnie, Nergal. C'est un python tacheté, (antaresia maculosa pour le nom savant et les fans de reptiles).
J'ai commencé le dessin très jeune avec des reproductions, pour ensuite me lancer dans la création. J'écris également des textes, et je ne parle pas de fan fictions "kikoolol". (Entendez par là les fan fics mal écrites, en mode "salu moua C Naruto. sa te di on ai ami?", (ce que je viens d'écrire m'arrache la rétine et me retourne le cerveau), avec très peu de connaissance dans le domaine de l'écriture.) Je parle de textes écrits de manière lisible, avec un minimum de fautes, (parce que ça m'arrive d'en faire, et des grossières parfois), narrés de manière littéraire. J'aime beaucoup lire également, ça va de soit. Mon auteur préféré, H.P.Lovecraft.
J'ai petit à petit construit mon univers autour d'elfes que j'ai créé. Je leur ai inventé un monde très paisible, similaire au notre, dans lequel vivent toutes sortes de races humanoïdes différentes, (démons, anges, taures, nagas, trytons, kemonomimis, anthropomorphes...etc), toutes de la hauteur de la main d'un homme. Ce sont des êtres très petits, vivant dans un vaste univers, parallèle au notre, dans lequel ils peuvent se rendre par un portail dimensionnel qui est une fente dans une souche d'arbre. Mais je parlerai en détail de ce monde que j'ai créé dans un prochain article.
Cela m'a pris pas mal de temps pour construire de manière poussée ce monde qui est le mien, mais j'y suis parvenue. Il est très complexe, riche, particulier et plein d'originalité. Et c'est au travers de ce blog que je vais tenter de vous le faire découvrir.
Cela faisait un moment que je n'avais pas posté sur le blog. ^.^ Mais je ne poste que des histoires et illustrations terminées et complètes. Et voici donc deux nouveaux personnages créés il y a peu pour mon cher Yuni !
Les deux histoires sont en anglais. Désolée pour les personnes qui ne sont pas trop à l'aise avec cette langue. J'écris principalement mes textes en anglais pour qu'ils soient compris par le plus grand nombre. Les traduire me prendrait beaucoup trop de temps pour qu'au final trop peu de Français les lisent. ^.^' Du coup ça reste tout en anglais.
In a small village, near a beach with thin golden sand and beautiful turquoise water, lived a young man, of 24 years old called Zaydän, and his little brother, of 12 years old called Najim. They're living in a house on stilts made of wood, bamboos and different dried plants and leaves. Their parents died during a storm on the sea with other people from the tribe. They had to go fishing for the entire tribe because the food was lacking and they also needed fish for trades with other villages. The weather was good the time they left and should have remained the same during the whole day, but a storm suddenly showed up and nobody would have been able to predict it. The boat hit a rock because of the giant waves and sank rapidly into the ocean. Since that day, the chief of the village took great care of the kids as if they were his own children. He built a house just for the two boys and did everything for them to make them feel at ease and gave them the best life they could have. The parents were great friends of the chief of the tribe and he was greatly affected by their death. He promised himself he would always take care of the two boys and would never let anything bad happen to them.
The younger boy was 2 years old when his parents died during that storm. Zaydän protected his brother like nobody else since that tragedy. He did everything he could do to make Najim never feel sad. He promised him he would teach him what happiness means, what smiling feels like, how it feels like to be loved and all the sweet joys of life and all the positive sides of it.
The boys both grew up in the village. The chief educated them very well and they've always been more than grateful towards the man who became like a father for them. They helped the other villagers a lot, helped to build houses, fences, harvested small fields, go on hunt to bring back meat, go fishing, look for precious metal and stones in the caves, mountains and hidden places. They would do a lot to show how thankful they are.
Near the village was a huge forest looking more like a jungle, with high trees with lots of branches, lots of bushes, fruits everywhere, wild little animals and reptiles. It was a beautiful place but also could be dangerous to go alone without any weapon. Najim would enjoy climbing up the trees to pick up fruits and berries. He wouldn't go alone though, because of the wild animals. Zaydän would come along with him and would always keep an eye on him to be sure he'd always be unharmed.
Once you crossed the jungle, there are plains and fields with lots of flowers and some groves dotted here and there. There is also a lake in the middle of the fields with beautiful vegetations on its edges. On the other side of the village, near the beach, there is a desert with a paved track made of some soft and light clay, not to be lost in the immensity of the same and repetitive landscape. At the end of the desert there is a green place with glimmering rivers and vast fields. A bigger village is settled there and a bit further there is a city in which many traders gather to sell and buy their products. In the distance you can see the mountains, in which many tribes go to find gold and some gemstones.
In this tribe in which Najim and Zaydän live, there are some artists, like painters, musicians or even poets. But none of them are able to do what the two brothers are capable of. Zaydän can wear such tiny belts or piece of fabric around his waist that it would make his chest and belly look like an hourglass. Some people of the tribe would even give him the nickname of “Sexy Waspy” or “Soft Bones” because of his incredible flexibility. He was able to do splits, oversplits or so impressive backbends that it would attract everybody's attention. And thanks to his so slender and beautiful long legs, he would look like a real beauty able to take amazing positions everyone would love and stare at in admiration. Najim was an artist as well. His body and skin were incredibly soft and his waist was naturally very thin. He was able to perform dances nobody would even dare trying and was able to move like nobody else. Najim surely wasn't very tall but was very impressive in the way he could move. His belly could wave like the sea in motion or like a coiling snake. He could do wonders with his body, making it move in rhythm with the music, his hips wiggling beautifully and hypnotizing people who would be watching the show. It was always a real pleasure to have him dancing around the fire during parties on the beach in the evening. Villagers of the tribe were more than delighted to see him moving like this. Najim was such an adorable and cute kid after all. And next to his brother he would look even cuter. They were perfect together and could perform an entire wonderful show just the two of them.
Zaydän discovered quite young that he was so flexible and trained to become even better. He was able to fold in half and sit on his own shoulders, rotate his spine, kiss his own butt, which he always found funny. His brother wasn't even born yet that he was able to do very impressive bendy poses and all kind of splits. His parents were proud of him and would enjoy watching him taking flexible positions. His dad would even help him to stretch from time to time. After Najim's birth, Zaydän would dance for his little brother and would perform entire shows where he would take all the positions he knew. Najim was only one year old but would stare in admiration at his older brother, eyes wide open. After their parents' death, Zaydän taught Najim how to dance and bend in beautiful ways. Little by little Najim became an incredible dancer and was even able to bend very far. Now both brothers have absolutely amazing skills. They are even sometimes requested by the big city, on the other side of the desert, for special events.
There is the Dance Contest that occurs every year in this big city, and Najim enjoys a lot to participate. Since the age of 9, when he entered the contest for the first time, he became the best and won every time. Nobody else was able to get first in the ranking. But all participants try their best every year and there are some amazing dancers, for sure. Still, nobody is able to beat Najim. He seems to be the prince in this art. At least in the country. The first year he participated to the Dance Contest, Zaydän had to dance with him because Najim was a bit shy to start dancing. With his big brother on the stage he could dance with more ease and was more confident. The show was incredible, the audience was amazed and the two brothers conquered everybody's heart with this so magical performance.
Zaydän is a bit more reserved than Najim, who's always very entertaining and full of life. Since Zaydän was no longer a baby when his parents died, that may have cause a trauma and he became a bit reserved. He's still a wonderful man enjoying life more than anybody else, smiling a lot and having lots of love to give to others, above all to his beloved brother.
Zaydän enjoys a lot to sit on his favourite and so comfortable huge cushion with oriental patterns on it. He sets it on the low stone wall under the tree foliage near the beach, close to his stilt house, and reads a book while keeping an eye on his cute little brother playing on the beach or having fun in the sea.
The sand is like thin golden powder reflecting sunlight and shining like a well polished jewel. The sky is of a wonderful blue colour, deep as an aquamarine stone with beautiful and soft white inclusions in it. The sun-rays going through the green leaves make the foliage look like transparent enamel. The entire landscape is a beautiful jewel to the eyes of people living here, all feeling very lucky to be from this tribe. For visitors this place is like heaven on Earth.
Najim and Zaydän live in a stilt house on the beach, quite close to the sea. When the water level increases, the little wooden bridge that links the beach to the house becomes very useful. Since there is only one bedroom in this house, Najim is used to sleep with his big brother since he's born. His parents died when he was too young to remember, so Zaydän thought it would be better for the child to always be by his side. That's also part of why the two brothers are so close to each other.
The village is so beautiful that there are often visitors coming to admire the view. The inhabitants invite some of them sometimes to have tea and talk about the tribe and its traditions, such as its special and so appreciated dishes, the crafts, jewels, clothes, music instruments, paintings, the performances, dances, contortions... etc. Everything the tribe is proud of and is known for. And the two diamonds of the tribe are Najim and Zaydän, whom attract a lot of people.
Most of them come to the village for the view but not only. They also come with the hope to see the two brothers together. Some of them are just satisfied to admire them from far. Some others are more curious and enjoy coming closer to stare at them better. And the most adventurous ones try to talk to them.
One day, a very sunny and warm day, a visitor approached Zaydän who was sitting on this so huge and beautiful cushion. He was peacefully reading a book, always keeping an eye on Najim who was dancing on the beach, trying some new moves he learnt from his big brother. The stranger came closer and closer until he could be heard easily.
“Judging from your charisma and beauty, you're Zaydän, aren't you? I don't think I can be mistaken.”
Zaydän was very surprised. He marked the page of his book, closed it and turned around to look at the man who just spoke to him.
“Indeed I am. And you are?”
“Ooh! My apologies! I'm just a humble artist in search of inspiration. And I think I just found my muse.”
Zaydän was even more surprised. It was rare to see someone able to speak so frankly to him. Usually people would find him rather inaccessible and would be too scared to talk to such a handsome elf.
“I'm a painter, you see”, The stranger went on, “and when I heard of your beauty and all the stories about you, I just couldn't help but check by myself. And I'm not disappointed at all. It gave me my inspiration back and with your permission, I'd like you to be my model for a few hours.”
Najim seeing the scene from the beach ran in their direction and jumped on his brother's thighs.
“Hello stranger!”, Najim tossed to the man with a smile, grabbing his brother's legs.
“Oh hello cutie!”, the stranger replied, smiling back to the young boy.
Zaydän became suddenly and instinctively very protective, as the older brother he was, and without even noticing, grabbed his little brother of a very adorable way. The stranger smiled and laughed a bit.
“I won't steal him from you, don't worry. But this pose you both have is so very lovely and special... It carries so much feelings... please don't move and let me paint you.”
Najim put his head on his left arm and took a comfortable position to stay in. Zaydän couldn't let him go and was grabbing him softly, a hand resting gently on Najim's head and the other one on his so pretty and soft butt.
“That is so perfect!”, the stranger exclaimed several times while painting. It was a quite big canvas he was painting on. But he seemed very experienced and had great skills. The painting was done quite quickly and was a wonderful piece of art with two beauties on it.
“What a masterpiece!!”, the painter seemed really proud of his work. He turned it around to show it to the two brothers still sitting. They were amazed. That was such a wonderful painting they couldn't believe their eyes. And it didn't even take that long for such a beautiful artwork. Only two hours or something close enough.
The stranger offered the painting to the brothers and thanked them a lot before returning to his own village. Najim and Zaydän were very glad on this particular day and felt very lucky. They hanged the wonderful painting in their house in the bedroom above the bed. That was a really beautiful and unexpected gift.
Je suis fière de vous présenter mon centaure, enfin en couleur ! Son nom, Hendra ! :3 (Premier dessin de 2015 !! °(^o^)°) Je vous souhaite également une bonne année !!
Il est assez sauvage et n'aime pas beaucoup la compagnie des hommes. Cependant, un d'eux a réussi à piquer sa curiosité lors d'une balade. Un humain se promenait dans la forêt avec son appareil photo, attentif aux moindres sons, moindres mouvements, bruissements, espérant pouvoir faire de magnifiques clichés. Il était très délicat. Il faisait attention à ne rien abîmer, ne pas écraser les fleurs, faire en sorte de ne pas laisser de trace de son passage dans la nature, si fabuleuse et envoûtante. Il ne souhaitait que voir les merveilles de cette ravissante forêt. Et il ne fût pas déçu lorsqu'il vit ce centaure au beau milieu des bois. Il réussit à prendre une photo de la sublime créature, floue cependant, car le centaure l'avait entendu bien avant que l'humain ne le remarque. Mais pour une certaine raison, il n'avait fuit qu'au moment où l'humain le vit. La photo étant floue, l'homme revint chaque jour avec son appareil photo dans l'espoir de revoir cet animal fantastique. Il prenait place sur une souche d'arbre, à l'endroit précis de sa première apparition, et attendait ainsi toute la journée, priant pour que la créature se présente à nouveau à lui. Un jour, deux jours, trois jours, une semaine, deux, puis trois semaines s'écoulèrent. Le centaure ne revenait pas. Mais l'humain persistait et continuait à se rendre à ce même endroit dans la forêt.
Un jour où l'homme s'était assoupi, son appareil photo monté sur pieds devant lui, ce jour qu'il avait tant attendu depuis des semaines arriva enfin. Quelle ne fut pas sa surprise lorsqu'il ouvrit les yeux et vit devant son objectif ce magnifique centaure, accompagné de trois petits animaux de la forêt, tous immobiles, comme s'ils posaient pour la photo. L'homme n'osait pas faire un geste. Le centaure ne clignait même pas des yeux. Quelques minutes s'écoulèrent, puis l'animal fit un signe léger de la tête, comme pour dire à l'humain qu'il était autorisé à bouger pour prendre sa photo. Ce que l'humain fit, très lentement, avec douceur, pour ne pas effrayer la créature. Une fois la photo faite, le centaure partit tranquillement dans les bois après avoir fait une révérence et déposé une fleur bleue au sol, aux pieds de l'humain. Ce dernier la ramassa puis, une fois à la maison, la rangea précieusement dans un vieil almanach aux pages jaunies par le temps. Il développa par la suite sa photo, qui était magnifique. Il la fit encadrer dans un cadre sur mesure, en beau bois de merisier vernis. Jour après jour, l'humain retourna dans la forêt pour faire de nouveaux clichés du centaure, qui acceptait de paraître devant lui quelques minutes et lui permettait ainsi de faire de superbes photos, toutes plus éblouissantes les unes que les autres. Les visites étaient très fréquentes et les apparitions plus longues à chaque fois. Les deux êtres lièrent une relation toute particulière. Depuis ce jour, une amitié incroyable, fantastique et unique naquit.