bruxa’s bestiary
Baitul Javid
Born and raised in Chicago to parents of Pakistani and Persian descent, I’m a ‘90s kid shaped by my heritage, music videos, band posters, punk, cinema, and color. I believe visual media isn’t just about looking cool—it’s about expressing the truth. I also use it to express what inspires me, from my favorite music at the time to burst of inspiration ideas that seem to come out of nowhere, often through fan art and bold design. The best part is, anyone can do it.
the story so far - i want to disappear
fan art timelapse by baitul javid
artists
Species: Human, Fae-touched, or Dream-Born
Class: Bard
Habitat: Attics, alleys, abandoned warehouses, anywhere with light and ruin
Disposition: Restless, possessed, defiant
The artist is a creature caught between worlds—never fully here, never entirely gone. Armed with ink, pigment, scraps, or screens, they tear open the veil and drag truth out by its teeth. Their work is a form of ritual, often misunderstood, sometimes feared. Each piece they create is a fragment of their soul, left exposed to the elements and to judgment.
They survive on little—cheap wine, found objects, heartbreak—but burn brighter than most. Signs of an artist’s lair include: walls stained with experiments, the scent of turpentine or toner, and a disturbing abundance of unfinished ideas.
Do not attempt to cage an artist. They do not take well to captivity. Their power lies in their freedom to imagine what others dare not.
