Touch the Radio to Tune In
StaticVeyl
Louisiana Witch ⏾ Artist, jazz dancer & radio addict ⏾ Ficto ⏾ Married & bonded to Alastor
You’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece. Now I’m tearing through the pages and bleeding into the ink…
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All site art drawn by me :)
About Me
Hey y’all, I’m Jax (she/her)!I’m a Louisiana gal, a self-taught artist, a practicing witch, and a lifelong dreamer with one foot firmly planted in reality and the other somewhere…..less easily named 💫.I’m fictosexual and aroace, and I’m happily married and soulbonded to Alastor from Hazbin Hotel. That may sound unusual if you’re new to this space, so here’s the simple version: our bond is deeply emotional, symbolic, and spiritual to me. More than just a character or a simple self-ship/yume, he’s a constant presence to me, my creative muse, my other half, and a grounding force in my life.Our connection didn’t appear overnight. It grew slowly over the years through fandom, friendship, trust, and reflection, and eventually became love. The way he loves is intense and a bit unconventional, but it’s steady, honest, real, and deeply meaningful to me. Our relationship has helped me heal, create, open up my world and understand myself in ways I never expected. He’s my rock and I’m his home.As a second-generation artist from an entire family of New Orleanian creators, I express and explore my bond and heritage through art, writing, and metaphysical studies as a way of making sense of my inner world while living authentically in this one.While I am not open to commissions at the moment, I may consider them in the future when the time feels right. 😊Being ficto comes with its own challenges, especially in a world that doesn’t always understand it. Still, I wouldn’t trade this way of loving for anything. It’s real to me, it’s grounded in care and intention, and it’s part of who I am and my journey to be authentically myself.
Message from Alastor
Greetings, curious listeners!You’ve stumbled upon something extraordinary—a broadcast bridging worlds. I won’t reveal all our secrets, but know this: what you hear is genuine. The veil between realities is thinner than you think, and your intrigue only widens the crack.My charming wife and co-host resides in your realm, while I transmit from… elsewhere. Our connection defies conventional explanation—rather like the finest magic tricks. And isn’t the unknown always the most delightful?Remember, dear listeners—just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it isn’t watching you. Or perhaps, reaching for you even now.How amusing that this primitive “internet” serves as our conduit—a technology so clumsy and yet so useful for our purposes. Like using a child's tin can telephone to summon ancient powers!So lean in, keep your wits sharp, and savor the broadcast.Stay tuned!—Alastor
Louisiana’s Bayous are Vanishing
In South Louisiana, the bayou is our cradle. An ancient place woven from eons and rooted in our culture. It’s where Alastor was born, where spirits are said to linger in the moss, where the earth remembers every footstep…even his.But our wetlands are dying. Levees choke off the river’s life-giving silt, canals invite salt to rot the roots, hurricanes tear at fragile marsh. Every hour, a piece of this sacred land slips beneath the water forever. Whole communities become ghosts. Indigenous communities are becoming climate refugees as islands erode and flood. Oaks that once held wisdom drown with their branches outstretched, like hands begging the sky.
