ART TAGS
Fanarts: #ghostiieexart
NSFW: #nsfwghostiieexART GUIDELINE
• right handed
• 162.56 centimeters height
• often seen with: any gaming device, her orange tabby cat (Chili Pepper) - please see @crynautica_ reference, crystals, lost or lonely spirits
• background possibilities: any and all backgrounds are acceptable - you have creative freedom here.
• pointy canine teeth
• right eye is green and left eye is blue
main
Design mama & 2D mama: Crynautica_
Logo, idol signature: BIBImew_
Live 2D Rig: CutiepieRinRin
Chibi PNGTuber: nimn_omin
Stream Screen Art: yunyunnn_v
Offline Art: NovaYStudio
Alerts: NathQueenBee
Panels: luvelyblu
Chibi Model & Rig: kamiccii
emotes
Static Emotes: Zulfani A
Spinny: Noemiyo_
Dancey: Tylupo_art
She was never meant to awaken.
Long ago, in a forest swallowed by silence and silver mist, the gods sculpted a fox-shaped statue from enchanted marble—half obsidian, half ivory. She was created not as a guardian, but as a grave marker. A monument to a forest spirit who had vanished when the balance between light and shadow was broken.
For centuries, she stood still beneath a dying willow, her fur stone-cold and her eyes dull. But over time, echoes of lost voices—lonely wanderers, broken hearts, and forgotten souls—began to gather near her shrine. One by one, their sorrow laced whispers chipped away at the marble.
Suddenly she opened her eyes; one blue like the frozen sky, one green like a ghost-lit glade.
Awakened not by magic, but by mourning, she took on life once more: reborn as Ghostie, the Gothic Marble Fox, a living relic of beauty, grief, and grace. Her fur shimmered with the fractured contrast of her origin: black as raven feathers, white as a thick fog, a walking contradiction of life and loss.
Now she roams the forgotten glades. Trailing fog and foxfire, her voice carrying like a hymn in the wind.
But the world beyond the wood began to hum with new magic—electrifying pulses, flickering screens, digital dreams. Curious, the marble fox found her way into this strange, artificial realm, not to escape the forest… but to extend it.
Now, her stream is a doorway.
A place where shadows feel safe.
Where odd ones are family, A place to love the unloved.
Where beauty grows from melancholy, and silence hums with meaning.
And when you enter her den—whether for a moment or forever—you are no longer alone. You are part of her twilight tale.
Welcome to the gloam.
