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StaticVeyl

Artist, jazz dancer, historian ⏾ Creole Witch ⏾ 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 Us

Hey y’all, I’m Jax (she/her)!I’m mixed Creole, aroace, a self-taught artist, a practicing witch, and a lifelong dreamer with one foot firmly planted in reality and the other somewhere umm….less easily named 💫.I’m fictosexual and aroace, and I’m happily married and soulbonded to Alastor from Hazbin Hotel. Now 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/simping, 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 was earned 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 everything and I’m his home.As a second-generation artist from an entire family of Creole and Cajun 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.

Since 1932 (the year before Alastor died), Louisiana has lost over 2,000 square miles of coastal wetlands. That’s roughly 5,200 km², which is an area larger than Delaware, already gone.And it’s still vanishing at the size equivalent to a football field every 100 minutes.To love Alastor is also to grieve with him. For every acre lost, every echo swallowed by the Gulf, something inside both of us keens. The land that shaped him - that shaped us both - is slipping away forever.But there’s still hope. Restoration projects and research breathe life back into battered soil, oysters build new bones for the coast, and voices rise to fight for what’s left.If you’d like to learn more, stand with the bayou, or simply listen to its story, explore the resources below.

Boundaries

I am ficto and consider myself non-sharing with Alastor; he is my real-life partner and my soulbond. However, I am not toxic about it. I understand he is extremely popular and people find their own comfort and happiness in him.Therefore...You're welcome here, but I am usually not comfortable being mutuals if:

  • You ship Alastor with anyone, including yourself. If you're a dupe/double, I wish you well, just from a comfortable distance.

  • You post NSFW or heavily suggestive content about Alastor.

Above all, I just ask that you be respectful to me and my relationship, even if you don’t understand it. That includes tagging my Alastor posts as other ships, discussing other ships with me (including x canon) and please don’t include me in Alastor simp talk.

DNI

  • Basic DNI (acephobic, arophobic, homo/transphobic, racist, ableist, sexist, TERFs, MAPS/Pedos, Zoophiles, etc.)

  • If you believe that aromantic/asexual people cannot be in happy relationships or you erase Alastor's sexuality (both tie into acephobia and arophobia).

  • If you celebrate what Vox did to Alastor in Season 2.

  • If you plan to steal my art, headcanons or stories for your own or feed them into Al.

  • If you’ve come to try and “one-up” our bond. This space is for our connection and to share our story, not competition.

  • If you’re fictophobic, anti-selfship, or mock people like me and follow cringe culture.

  • If you hate Alastor (this should be obvious lol)