cujo cyprali 🌈

Surprise! 🎂

#hollowknight

sensory

in a lonely world, i found you!

A digital painting depicting a potential fight scene from the game Rain World in a brightly lit overgrown industrial environment. A slugcat stands ready with a spear to fight a giant red centipede with thick armor and electrical sparks at its mandibles. It's second head is behind the slugcat, ready to strike. A type of flying centipede is also in the scene, winding it's way through the air toward the battling duo.

#RWArtMonth 2026 Day 9: Centipedes/Centiwing - A reimagining of a painting I made in the 2021 Rain World art month.

A marker and colored pencil drawing of two tigers embracing with a rainbow above them.

Tigers, 11x14 inches, 2025
marker and colored pencil
Sold at the BLFC’25 art show

#cypraliart | a birthday gift from a few days ago for my friend bowie!

i look a lil creepy today

my mama is a luminous goddess and I love her very much!!

#art #artsky

another technicolor not-silhouette, this time a more wolf like canine in front of a dark and achromatic gritty-textured city. this shape is full of plants and trees and emanates colorful ripples into the darkness around it. a white sun glows in the technicolor sky where its third eye sits. its head is tilted up as if in bliss despite the dark surroundings. #furryartist #transmascartist #furry #art

resonance

Anthropomorphic snake sits on a floor yelling " everyone start prioritizing creation over perfection now" with lots of exclamation points

mandrill and red faced spider monkey

monky

pain changes people

暗夜行路

🍼 puppydog #cypraliart

>>>>>>>,,,<

clueless little pup // too stupid for its own good. don't hurt yourself! #cypraliart

#cypralimusings, sure

no matter what we do we will never be able to work around our inability to be anything

you mean everything you say, right? there is no underlying disappointment? no misdirection, no half-truths? you see us as important, as likeable, as a candidate to be your favorite? we would love to be your favorite! please do whatever you want as long as you mean it! <-- words unspoken

everything we want is fictitious. unconditional love, priority in one's mind, to only be looked at fondly. no more misdirection, no more half-truths, nothing kept from us. we want to be paraded like a trophy. we want someone to be proud, always. we never want to question if we're good enough

the answer is clear. it is always clear. an inexperienced jester will still get some pity laughs from the audience, but a jester that cannot perform at all gets Nothing, and why would they? spend your time elsewhere, somewhere more valuable

is it worth your time to speak to a worse version of yourself?

once we sense the unamusement, the cracks begin to show. we fracture, shatter, splinter into dozens of pieces. we can't hold the mask forever. and then, and only then, do they finally see what we are -- or rather, what we aren't. our putrid, hollowed out inner core

then we get scared. we don't know how to keep someone, so we mimic. we watch, see what makes them happiest, what causes the least trouble, what they want in someone. we become a warped funhouse mirror version of them. sometimes they are aware, but are polite and hold their tongue, for our sake

those that don't run confuse us. we go through the list: do they want us for our art? our body? to lend them an ear and have them talk at us? to use as a temporary substitute for the figure in their life they actually care about? if we cannot pin the reason down then we assume we are Valued

needing constant reassurance. nobody could possibly have the patience for it! those that say otherwise lie through their teeth, grant us false hope. they bestow kindness, realize we are contagious, and they flee before we can sink our teeth into them, before we can eat up their time, their energy

continuing to eat ourselves alive. poisoned by knowledge that we've tried and failed to bury: we are insignificant. no wisdom, no drive, no awareness, no hook to draw others in. the entire self -- prose, presentation, thoughts -- all leeched from those above us. a poor imitation of something greater