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Deaf arty faggit. Bitey lil trans critter. Lvl 61 Elder. Episcopal & knot deep holothere. Gramarteus & miniator. Pictor. Librorum illuminator. Scaenicus, Tibmicen & Cantor. Psalmista & Vates. Importunus sodalis bestiarum amator animalium.
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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 11d
After years of living, writing & drawing, GODBEAST is ready to take form — a feral memoir of survival & creaturehood. raising $1000 for the first 100-copy print run. help bring it to life: ko-fi.com/ArtByShimi 🐾 #Crowdfund #literature #therian #Book #Ko-Fi #WOLF

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Cover: Book cover for Godbeast by Shimi & Critter. A dark, wolf-like creature sits against a swirling, ethereal background of greens, purples, and blues. The title appears in bold yellow type: “GODBEAST — A memoir of a small creature who thought she was a human boy.” A faint Therian sigil (or a Triangle and a Circle forming the Theta Symbol) overlays the wolf’s silhouette, lending a sacred, mythic quality to the image. Page with “Introduction: Godbeast”: Black ink illustration of a wolf’s head emerging from swirling, smoky lines, facing left. Below, printed text introduces the story’s mythic framing: animal spirits gathering at a child’s birth to determine who will guide them through life. The prose blends fable and theology, evoking creation myths and creaturely belonging. Page with full wolf illustration: Dynamic monochrome painting of a standing wolf, drawn in expressive ink strokes that dissolve into wild, flame-like tendrils. The text beneath describes the narrator’s longing for transformation—wanting to escape the confines of the human body and speech to become something freer, truer, more creaturely. The image mirrors that feral yearning. Page with “Interlude: The First Den”: Gentle black-and-white sketch of a wolf pup lying down, rendered in loose, textured lines that balance tenderness and energy. The accompanying text recalls early childhood—nursery school described as a “den” filled with color, softness, and warmth. It intertwines memory and metaphor, showing how the child’s earliest sense of safety was already animal, already part of the Godbeast’s world.
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Blessed be the Watcher of Thresholds,
whose sight gathers the lost and the living alike.
May her eyes find us, and watch us find our way home.
A hand-drawn, black-and-white digital illustration of a wolf-dog sitting, its head slightly turned toward the viewer. The animal has six eyes — three on each side — glowing or outlined distinctly, giving it an otherworldly awareness. Its expression lit by light from a candle it is curled around is calm and solemn, neither feral nor tame. The fur is rendered in loose, expressive lines with visible texture around the neck and shoulders, suggesting movement or wind. The background is minimal, leaving the focus entirely on the creature’s luminous gaze. The overall tone is sacred, watchful, and mythic.
November 11, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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minotaur ii. oil painting on paper
oil painting
November 11, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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Serious post time: There isn’t enough of me

There is Shimi the Illustrator, the Musician, the writer of books & zines, poet, publisher, the performer. the Church Artist in Residence, the pagan, the witch the shaman, the wolf pup therian — & the child.

I art 8am til 10pm, give most of it away.
November 10, 2025 at 9:06 AM
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November 10, 2025 at 1:16 AM
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Today at church I met a gay woman who calls herself mamma bear, and she calls me little wolf cub, and I think my life is complete now.
November 10, 2025 at 12:37 AM
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“Prometheus: Coyote Steals Fire” preview. I employ mixed-media processes drawing in Tayasui Sketches then import to Illustrator (migrating to Affinity) for tidy & vectoring. Print to Sharp 703C6 on art-board then scaffuto & fill-in areas in red/black sharpie & black tempera then scan back for repro.
November 9, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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Stuff I saw yesterday. (Full
Description In alt text).
A small rectangular sticker on a metallic surface reads “Jesus Christ loves Dump Trucks,” printed in black serif text. Above and below the phrase are cartoon illustrations of yellow dump trucks carrying piles of brown dirt. The sticker is wet with raindrops and slightly weathered, giving it a street-art feel. A close-up photo of bright red and orange crushed fruit (strawberry tree fruits (Arbutus unedo), also known as madroño or Arbutus berries) splattered on rough asphalt. The pulp glistens with moisture, and several intact round red fruits with spiky skins lie nearby. The colors are vivid against the dark, wet pavement, creating a striking organic contrast. Inside a grand church or cathedral, a massive illuminated globe of Earth hangs suspended beneath the high wooden ceiling of St Marks Cathedral in Seattle. The globe shows Africa and Europe prominently. Warm golden chandeliers hang around it, and tall white columns frame the space, creating a sense of awe and reverence. A nighttime street scene with a full moon glowing behind drifting clouds. The moonlight creates a soft halo, while a house in the foreground is warmly lit from within. Power lines stretch across the scene, adding a sense of quiet suburban stillness under a luminous sky.
November 6, 2025 at 3:48 PM
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“You only need look into the eyes of God’s creatures to see a soul shining back at you. A soul is in every one of his creatures. We are all God’s creatures.”
He tousled my hair with a big whitewashed hand. “Now, clean up and help me set tables before None—that’s teatime.“

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A late stage progress WIP of a graphite-style digital drawing of a sheep’s face. The image shows the sketch in progress, with rough crosshatched pencil lines defining the eye and nose. It is a page from my book Godbeast and is
November 5, 2025 at 2:07 AM
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Woke up thinking of… she…
A rough digital sketch of a coyote’s head drawn in expressive black and brown lines. The wolf is shown in 4/5 profile, its expression sharp and knowing, with a slightly furrowed brow and half-lidded eyes. Two short red lines mark its cheek. The lines are bold but textured, resembling a mix of ink and crayon on white paper. Above the wolf’s head, a separate sketch of an eye floats, as if part of the artist’s warm-up.
November 4, 2025 at 10:29 PM
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I used to spend about seven hours a day and I’ve been deliberately putting my phone aside leaving it in a drawer whilst reading writing drawing socialising and praying. I spent much of my life on the Internet as a surrogate for real contact. I wish to eventually get down to an hour a day.
My weekly screenshot from my phone telling me that I averaged last week three hours 46 minutes of screen time a day.
November 3, 2025 at 5:06 PM
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Tiny Wolf Family. Printing error to the wrong bin scaled down and I made a cute little business card
A small handmade card held between my finger and thumb shows a simple black-ink drawing of a wolf family howling at a crescent moon. The wolves’ heads are angular and stylized, outlined in a rough rectangular frame that gives the piece a rustic, woodcut feel. Three smaller wolves look at a larger momma one, their muzzles raised toward the moon. The background is cream paper with visible texture, evoking the warmth of a pack bonding together.
November 2, 2025 at 4:46 AM
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Revisiting and old poem: Based on a story about an unclaimed creature I met who became a muse.
Stray She came to me with ribs like rungs, Her eyes all soot and storm, yet I the waxing tide. I opened the bed, my body, and breathed ...just breathed and she crawled inside to my all fours open wide. No collar, no name, but she knew where and how to lie down with me all the same Her muzzle against my throat, her breath hitching. A growl, soft as dusk I become open sea. Then teeth, careful and aching. Just her and me. She took my neck in her mouth not to hurt, but to hold, to say: "I am here..." and "I need this." And I needed it too. So I let her take what she needed: a slow, wet reclaiming her gift not of arching pain, mine of trust, stillness, bed staining. And I did not flinch. As I offered her all the salt of me, she now rests sleeping, deep inside me.
November 2, 2025 at 3:57 AM
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Somebody is playing “don’t mine at night” on a plastic piano keyboard in Cal Anderson Park and I’m so happy because it reminded me of this version

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[♫] Don't Mine at Night (Pony Parody)
YouTube video by Jan Animation Studios
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October 31, 2025 at 1:07 AM
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After years of living, writing & drawing, GODBEAST is ready to take form — a feral memoir of survival & creaturehood. raising $1000 for the first 100-copy print run. help bring it to life: ko-fi.com/ArtByShimi 🐾 #Crowdfund #literature #therian #Book #Ko-Fi #WOLF

ko-fi.com/s/ecba5ebb8d
Cover: Book cover for Godbeast by Shimi & Critter. A dark, wolf-like creature sits against a swirling, ethereal background of greens, purples, and blues. The title appears in bold yellow type: “GODBEAST — A memoir of a small creature who thought she was a human boy.” A faint Therian sigil (or a Triangle and a Circle forming the Theta Symbol) overlays the wolf’s silhouette, lending a sacred, mythic quality to the image. Page with “Introduction: Godbeast”: Black ink illustration of a wolf’s head emerging from swirling, smoky lines, facing left. Below, printed text introduces the story’s mythic framing: animal spirits gathering at a child’s birth to determine who will guide them through life. The prose blends fable and theology, evoking creation myths and creaturely belonging. Page with full wolf illustration: Dynamic monochrome painting of a standing wolf, drawn in expressive ink strokes that dissolve into wild, flame-like tendrils. The text beneath describes the narrator’s longing for transformation—wanting to escape the confines of the human body and speech to become something freer, truer, more creaturely. The image mirrors that feral yearning. Page with “Interlude: The First Den”: Gentle black-and-white sketch of a wolf pup lying down, rendered in loose, textured lines that balance tenderness and energy. The accompanying text recalls early childhood—nursery school described as a “den” filled with color, softness, and warmth. It intertwines memory and metaphor, showing how the child’s earliest sense of safety was already animal, already part of the Godbeast’s world.
October 30, 2025 at 6:54 PM
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Another Silly little Critter badge idea
Circular black-and-white badge with the phrase “naps are good for you” curving around a softly shaded pencil drawing of a small sleeping wolf pup, curled into a cozy ball with its tail wrapped around its body. The pup’s expression is peaceful, eyes closed and mouth relaxed, radiating warmth and calm. The design feels tender and reassuring—zine-like and handmade—inviting rest, gentleness, and self-kindness in a creaturely, comforting way.
October 30, 2025 at 3:54 AM
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Silly little Critter badge idea
Circular black-and-white badge featuring a joyful hand-drawn wolf pup leaping with its mouth open in mid-play. The text around the rim reads “take time to play as a critter.” The playful wolf, sketched in soft pencil lines, embodies innocence, embodiment, and lighthearted animal energy—encouraging the viewer to reconnect with their inner creature through rest, curiosity, and spontaneous movement. The design has a gentle, zine-like feel, blending whimsy with quiet affirmation.
October 28, 2025 at 7:25 AM
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ugh, laundry day.. 🐶🧺
October 28, 2025 at 4:23 PM
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Silly little Critter badge idea
Circular black-and-white badge featuring a joyful hand-drawn wolf pup leaping with its mouth open in mid-play. The text around the rim reads “take time to play as a critter.” The playful wolf, sketched in soft pencil lines, embodies innocence, embodiment, and lighthearted animal energy—encouraging the viewer to reconnect with their inner creature through rest, curiosity, and spontaneous movement. The design has a gentle, zine-like feel, blending whimsy with quiet affirmation.
October 28, 2025 at 7:25 AM
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a shape
October 24, 2025 at 6:24 AM
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Today’s WIP.
A digital sketch of two wolves intertwined in a loose circular formation. Their bodies overlap and tangle together, forming a continuous loop of fur, paws, and tails. Each wolf is curled or folded with eyes closed in soft, peaceful expressions. The top wolf is drawn in faint pencil lines, while the lower is inked with darker, more defined strokes. The interface of a digital drawing app — with tool icons and brush selections — is visible along the left and top edges. The composition suggests pack closeness, warmth, and unity through touch and connection… and love
October 25, 2025 at 3:11 AM
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This is tremendous work
October 24, 2025 at 5:57 PM
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痒狼. Kayumi Ookami — Itchy Wolf 1 and 2
A black-ink illustration of a stylized wolf sitting upright with its bones drawn long and delicate, one leg raised as if mid-scratch. The wolf’s fur is suggested by sharp white lines against a solid black background, and a single bright white circle marks its heart or inner light. The piece is printed on textured, torn-edge paper, laid on soft grey-brown faux fur. A small red artist seal in the corner reads “Shimi.” The overall mood is quiet, creaturely, and slightly vulnerable. A small black-ink drawing of a solitary wolf seated and lifting a hind leg to scratch behind its ear. The wolf’s form is stylized with sharp fur marks and a bright white circle on its side. The piece is printed on soft, torn-edge handmade paper, placed on a fur-textured background. A red seal in the bottom corner reads “Shimi.”
October 24, 2025 at 4:33 PM
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I've been asked about tattoo designs aaand... I don't have the opportunity to open tattoo comms right now but maybe I could do some simple graphic style tattoos for sale (multi-slot)? What kind of things would you be interested in? 💛
November 24, 2024 at 8:46 PM
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I am exhibiting at Slightly Furry craft market Sat Oct 25. I will have some new, some old prints and printed Zines and cards. Hope to see you there.
October 23, 2025 at 2:00 AM
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Elder Wolf at the Table is a love letter to aging, faith, & creaturehood—to the slow holiness of growing softer without losing wildness.
It’s about what happens when we grow old but not tame; when we learn to share the table & stop guarding.
Part reflection, part #therian prayer: a guide to gentler.
Black-and-white illustration titled Elder Wolf at the Table: Growing Older & Softer & Staying Wild by Shimi & Critter. A cozy tabletop scene shows a teapot, mugs, bowls, and a plate of bone-shaped biscuits. Scattered among the cups are three pamphlets with hand-drawn covers: Quality of Life for Wolves & Working Dogs (featuring two wolves), Preparing an Elder for a Pack (showing wolves greeting each other), and Senior Wolf Care (with a wolf portrait). The image evokes warmth, care, and companionship in aging, blending domestic gentleness with wild themes. Black-and-white zine page featuring typewritten text over a wood-grain background, bordered by mock medical paperwork and labels. A small pencil drawing at the bottom shows three wolves sitting together affectionately, one nuzzling another. Text reads It begins with a kettle whistling and rain against the window. The air smells of mint tea and wet coats. I sit at the table, paws folded over paperwork that asks impossible questions: species, temperament, prognosis. Outside, a squirrel chatters at the fence. Inside, my reflection in the mug looks back - tired, yes, an elder, yes - and still wild. Aging has not made me less creature. It has made me gentler, slower to bite, quicker to rest. There is grace in that, I think - in softening without surrender, in learning to share the table instead of guarding the door. So pour a cup of tea for an old wolf. There's space beside me. We can talk about medicine, memory, and the art of staying wild while growing older, softer. Shimi & Critter Black-and-white zine page titled Elder Wolf at the Table. At the top is an illustration of a table with a steaming cup of tea, a plate of bones, and several pamphlets reading “Senior Wolf Care,” “Quality of Life for Wolves & Working Dogs,” and “Preparing an Elder for the Pack.” Below the image, the text reflects on aging, identity, and transformation—interweaving themes of wolfhood, gender, and creaturely belonging. The narrator speaks with tenderness about yearning to shed humanity, to live as their true inner wolf, and to hold that yearning as a sacred and private form of prayer. ELDER WOLF AT THE TABLE It’s raining outside again, and the kitchen smells of wet coats, peppermint tea, and the faint paper-dust of leaflets. Someone has spread them out across the table: Senior Dog Care, Quality of Life for Working Breeds, Preparing an Elder for a Pack. They’re glossy, cheerful, full of photos of happy grey-muzzled dogs. My human pack-mates know I’ve been thinking about these things. All my life I had been questioning myself: my sexuality, my gender and now my very species. I was always the one to bark back at the dog passing by as he barked at something or other, and I would howl at the moon and watch the coyotes rifling through our trashcans with unhidden longing. And then my best friend one day announced she too was joining the Therionyl programme, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would put my name down for the Human Sentience Divestment protocol. I ached, I yearned to slough off my humanity like an ill-fitting skin and finally, become one with the critter, the little wolf inside my head. My pack-mates know I come at them slantwise, halfway between myth and medicine, halfway between church and den. It isn’t morbid. To me it’s a kind of secret and closely guarded prayer. One of them picks up a leaflet and reads out loud, “Wolves live, on average, six to eight years. Captive wolves can reach sixteen.” They pause as they do the math in their head mouthing silently one human year to every seven canine years and suddenly they look at me and beam: “Well! You’re already an elder.” We all laugh. It’s a warm sound, clinking mugs and spoons. Someone says what everyone is thinking: “You’ll only be with us for a few more years if you complete this treatment.” “I’m not really afraid,” I tell them, dunking a dog-bone shaped homemade cookie into my tea. “I just think about how different the pacing is. If I have twenty more human years ahead as a woman, that’s a long wait to become what I want to be. But if I were fully wolf — eight, nine, maybe ten — that’s an elder’s life already. I’d join a pack as an elder. Nothing much changes. The apprenticeship’s already done.” Silence settles for a heartbeat, soft and not uncomfortable. Someone says softly, kindly, “You already are. You’re already the elder wolf at the table.” I reach for my mug. The rain taps the window. This, right here, feels like liturgy to me. I am the only religious one in the room, but over time my prayers have grown fur. I no longer picture heaven as a clean marble hall. I picture it as a warm, dry, muddy den. Not a throne but a breath on my neck. Not a hymn but a low throb of slow breathing packs through the soil. One asks, joking but not joking, “Will this…this Therionyl…will it get your hearing back?” and I shrug. Deaf wolves exist in the wild. I’ve been deaf for years; I would love to hear better. But that’s not the point. The leaflets don’t say, hearing restored. They say, quality of life is measured in moments of joy. Wolves don’t measure in years. They measure in seasons, in pups raised, in the smell of the den when everyone’s safe.
October 21, 2025 at 3:14 AM