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Deaf arty faggit. Bitey lil trans critter. Lvl 61 Elder. Episcopal & knot deep holothere. Gramarteus & miniator. Pictor, Librorum illuminator, Scaenicus, Tibicen & Cantor. Psalmista & Vates. Amator animalium. NFSW. No AI/Crypto bros pls.
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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 18d
Just a heads-up: a few copies remain from the original 100-copy hardback run of GODBEAST — my memoir of growing up #Therian in 1970s UK before even having a name for any of it. A story of wildness, faith & becoming the creature I was destined to be.

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GODBEAST — A Feral Memoir (Hardback + PDF) - Shimi & Critter's Ko-fi Shop
GODBEAST is my first full-length book. A feral memoir. A sacred howl. It’s 120 pages of memory, myth, and survival. I wrote it with my whole heart, ...
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“Let me in:”
Erotic Therian poetry in 4 Acts
Let Me In She told me—softly-that she was a dog. Seeking, belonging. Not a mask nor costume, but her truest shape, her soul fair howling, With a tail she swore she could feel whenever she was brave enough to reveal the deepest part of herself to me. A girl with a muzzle she wore as armour, as protection against the world. a breed unknown, tied too long to a tree. And I believed her. Not because I understood— but because something in me lifted its head, ears pricked to her gentle advances. And so I relented. Yes—gladly I would walk her home tonight. I unclip her collar and lead her to my den, my bed, to my soft hollowed altar where mere human words are no longer needed or said. With care I lay her beside me. Her shoulders pinch with the fear of being too much, too wild, too creaturely. Yet when her head rests on my chest, I feel the slow discarding of distrust, the knot inside loosening… her breath hitching itself back into rhythm. We begin. “Let me in,” she whines—not begging, but claiming. Saying, I have carried myself this far without breaking, and here, maybe, I may rest and simply be. So I let her explore the softest parts of me— places no human heart could understand, let alone see. I open up with slow assent and let her step through— paws first, heartbeat trembling, aching— the rolling sea inside her quieting under my touch. A girl who learned to snarl only to keep her world from falling apart. She noses my hands as though learning me by scent, mapping the lines of my palms to be sure she will be gently met. Hot breath on my neck, hot want between my legs. I shed what remains of me as we descend… I offer up to her all my consent. She asks nothing wrought of me, nothing that I cannot give. Only that she may be my dog tonight— So that for once we may truthfully breathe So I reveal my childhood self— I come again and again—like it is my first time… with small nudges of affection, with the leaning weight that says you belong, with the quiet, steady presence that never pushes her nose away— that says, you are not wrong, you are not lost. And I find myself opening more. Opening to what is curled beneath her fur, the one who longs to love without fear. Opening to this strange, carnal, holy thing that happens when two lights— a universe apart— Decide not to hide but guide each other deep within. In her storm-grey, hopeful eyes there is no threat— only recognition. Her consciousness presses into mine, into every atom of our unlikely song. I stroke the nape of her neck to let her know I see the ache of her waiting, wanting patiently— to be touched, cared, without explanation. And I hold her—inside me—for an eternity, gentle and certain. I become her calming sea until her shaking breaks and eases. I let her wash over me. I am no longer that child suddenly grown, sobbing, I allow myself to be seen until the knot inside me opens, breathes, loosens. And in that wordless place between us, a shared instinct stirs— a promise, a belonging. A soft, ancient love whispered through two bodies. A door opening inward to the place where sinew and bone remember their truest shapes. Where finally—blessedly— — Shimi & Critter our hearts are restored, and what was broken becomes one. — Shimi & Critter
November 28, 2025 at 5:50 PM
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Hey critters, I'm doing another live ambient performance this upcoming December 27th in a chapel. Going to be performing another of my improvised wolf songs for you all on synths and guitar 🐺
shimi.bsky.social Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 11d
We have a live show 12/27 in Seattle!

With @impactraves.org & Dream pool. An evening of #Therian & creaturely performers, poetry, ambient & sound. I‘ll be reprising a slightly expanded & refined “Lykaeon”.
I hope you’ll join us & be a part of this. Bring your howls.
impactraves.org/events/dream...
Dream Pool Presents: Shimi & Friends
Making its return, Dream Pool appears again to warm this late December night with an evening of ambient and poetry with the therians of the PNW at heart.
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November 27, 2025 at 6:34 AM
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So I am artist in residence at my church and for last Sunday’s Reign of Christ I drew the service bulletin art. Agnus Dei — with all the triumphalism removed and Ruach — the breath of god — in place of the banner of victory. Plus Critter gets a cute little cameo! She loves Eucharist— wag wag wag.
A church bulletin and several art prints lie on a soft, gray fur-like surface. The artwork shows a white lamb with a glowing golden halo resting peacefully while holding a tall shepherd’s cross. Curled beside the lamb is a black wolf pup, sleeping with its head against the lamb’s side. The image is rendered in a linocut-inspired black-and-white style with gold accents. The bulletin on the right reads “The Holy Eucharist — The Reign of Christ — The Last Sunday after Pentecost, November 23, 2025 • 10:30am,” and features the same lamb-and-wolf illustration on its cover.
November 27, 2025 at 7:05 AM
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November 10, 2025 at 1:15 AM
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I wrote a small transformation comic in my zine that deals with otherkin / therian trauma. It was pretty healing all in all tbh, I also spent some time coming up with some art to match.
Needless to say very cathartic and lovely <3
To read the story: hellhound.industries#literature
November 26, 2025 at 9:36 PM
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There was a harp at contemplative Eucharist last night. It was so lovely and gentlest soothing my Godbeast’s crouch.
A dimly lit chapel interior during a quiet space before Eucharist. In the foreground, a stone bowl filled with sand holds several small lit candles. Farther down the aisle sits a stone baptismal font illuminated by a single votive candle at its base, casting long shadows across the floor. To the left, a harpist plays softly, their instrument glowing under a small light. Rows of wooden pews lead the eye toward the altar, where a cross and flower arrangements sit bathed in warm light against a textured blue-gray wall. Overhead, wrought-iron chandeliers holding candles hang from the vaulted ceiling, adding to the serene, contemplative atmosphere.
November 25, 2025 at 1:14 AM
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Three forms from one
A triptych of minimalist wolf illustrations made entirely from small black leaf-shaped strokes arranged to suggest fur and body form. There is no outline. Each wolf is drawn in profile on a white background, with only two short red cheek marks providing colour in line with Shimi’s representational art. Left panel: A large wolf curls inward, its head bowed gently, the strokes forming a flowing, swirling pelt. Center panel: A slim, elongated wolf coils into an S-shape, its fur strokes trailing like wind or water. This is made up of the first image and inverted to make the wolf pointing heads down, tail upwards. Right panel: The two images are combined with all overlapping fur removed creating a sense of the middle wolf lying on top of the original (first) image. Each panel includes a small red seal in the corner reading “Shimi,” echoing. This is intended to be shown as a triptych
November 25, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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And unexpectedly 5/4 appeared — I forgot I had drawn this pose. Have a badge!
A circular badge design showing a small, hand-drawn wolf pup (my Critter) sketched in soft pencil. The pup stands on all fours with a fluffy tail, pointed ears, and a gentle, friendly expression. Surrounding the drawing in bold curved text are the words: “always love your lil critter.” The style is simple, warm, and childlike, giving the badge an encouraging, affectionate feel.
November 23, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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It’s a little bit early, but I’m heading off to my first Thanksgiving potluck, a pupsgiving — and there will be many their whom I am thankful to call my friends.
November 23, 2025 at 1:00 AM
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Found some time on the bus to finish my little Critter’s badge set: 4 of 4.
A hand-drawn wolf pup sits smiling in the center of a circular badge. The pup is sketched in soft pencil, with fluffy fur, round black eyes, and a wagging tail. Surrounding it in bold black lettering are the words “no thoughts whatsoever,” curved around the top and bottom of the circle, giving it a playful, carefree tone.
November 22, 2025 at 2:31 AM
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Grey wolf
November 18, 2025 at 5:38 PM
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As an older woman I love the older women in my life. There’s a tenderness in knowing and experience, we’ve taken a few life knocks. Yes we can teach those less experienced than us, but sometimes we don’t want to teach.

There’s a quiet understanding between us women. Even if it’s just perimenopause!
An illustration of an elder wolf sitting upright on a fallen log, facing a glowing sunset. The sky is painted in warm oranges and reds, streaked with loose, sketchy lines that evoke drifting clouds. The wolf’s posture is calm and contemplative as it looks toward the sun setting behind a line of dark, distant mountains. A small bouquet of white wildflowers is tucked into a crack in the log beside the wolf. The scene feels quiet, tender, and reflective. The artwork is signed “Shimi 2025” in the bottom left corner.
November 20, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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Up at 6am for morning Eucharist and a family breakfast followed. I find peace here.
A quiet, traditional chapel interior (the Thomasen chapel) with high vaulted stone arches and warm evening light filtering through tall, blue-tinted stained-glass windows. Wooden pews line both sides of the central aisle, leading toward a small stone altar adorned with candles and gold accents. Chandeliers shaped like iron rings hang overhead, softly illuminating the space. In the foreground stands a stone baptismal font on the left and a bowl of ashes or sand with small unlit candles on the right. The atmosphere is serene, intimate, and contemplative.
November 20, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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H... h… hello mommy
Inside a vast cathedral, a giant illuminated globe of Earth hangs suspended from the high wooden ceiling, glowing against the warm light of chandeliers. The view is centered on the altar draped in gold and green fabric, with rows of wooden pews stretching out on either side. Tall white columns rise toward the ceiling, and large arched windows frame the space. The atmosphere feels reverent and awe-filled, with the floating Earth dominating the sanctuary like a cosmic icon.
November 20, 2025 at 8:38 AM
shimi.bsky.social
We have a live show 12/27 in Seattle!

With @impactraves.org & Dream pool. An evening of #Therian & creaturely performers, poetry, ambient & sound. I‘ll be reprising a slightly expanded & refined “Lykaeon”.
I hope you’ll join us & be a part of this. Bring your howls.
impactraves.org/events/dream...
Dream Pool Presents: Shimi & Friends
Making its return, Dream Pool appears again to warm this late December night with an evening of ambient and poetry with the therians of the PNW at heart.
impactraves.org
November 18, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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Yoga with two of my partners at the Cathedral was rammed. Pix by @seerendipity.bsky.social
Inside a large church sanctuary, people sit on yoga mats arranged across the floor, facing the front and sides. Overhead, a huge illuminated globe of Earth hangs from the ceiling, dominating the space with its detailed satellite imagery of oceans and continents. Warm hanging lights and tall white columns frame the room. The atmosphere feels calm and communal, with attendees gathered for yoga beneath the glowing planet.
November 18, 2025 at 7:35 AM
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Cerberus at the glory hole would be look like this
July 25, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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Yesterday evening & night I went to an achingly beautiful & emptying out contemplative eucharist in the chapel & compline. I took time to marvel at the Gospel Book of St. Mark’s — & an icon lit by candlelight.
A Byzantine-styled icon hangs on a paneled wall beside a lit white candle. The icon depicts St. Mark seated at a writing desk with bare feet, holding a quill and scroll. An angel stands behind him, leaning close as though guiding or inspiring his writing. Ornate buildings frame the scene, and an open book rests on a small stand to Mark’s right. The icon has a gold background and features stylized architectural shapes in soft green, pink, and red tones. A liturgical book with a bright icon-style cover sits on a black metal stand atop a wooden pedestal. The cover shows a winged human figure St Marks holding a book above a winged lion (typically associated with St Mark the Evangelist) also holding a book, set against four bold color blocks: red, yellow, green, and black. A single white candle burns on a tall stand to the left, casting warm light on the scene and the stone wall behind it.
November 18, 2025 at 12:58 AM
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B&W sketch for QueerCoyote on Telegram!
#artcommission #furryart #anthroart #anthroartist #sketch #anthro
November 3, 2025 at 8:57 PM
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One of my partners @seerendipity.bsky.social presented me with this incredible homecoming gift ! Thank you sweetheart it’s a treasure! You’re a treasure.I love you.
A framed artwork shows a stylized, intricately detailed hyena ’s face drawn in white and gold lines on a black background. The wolf looks forward with wide, luminous eyes. Ornamental shapes—hearts, stars, curls, and radiant lines—surround its head like a halo or aura, giving the image a sacred, welcoming feel. At the bottom of the print, handwritten text reads “Welcome Home Beacon,” with small pawprint marks on either side. The frame is a warm wood, resting on a light wooden surface.
November 17, 2025 at 9:22 AM
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Culinaria peregrina — The act of cooking a meal from whatever you discover in a strange or unfamiliar kitchen.

Quick bowl of rice and dried wakame, seafood furikake, avocado and soy sauce. Cracked an egg into the hot rice and it was lovely. Sesame seed to garnish.
A ceramic bowl of rice topped with chunks of fresh avocado, seaweed, and a drizzle of sauce. A pair of wooden chopsticks rests on the rim of the bowl. In the background, there’s a container of salmon furikake seasoning on a wooden countertop.
November 17, 2025 at 12:11 AM
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Found a friend in the store
November 16, 2025 at 12:02 AM
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November 14, 2025 at 4:55 AM
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Hexæl, the Sixfold Witness, angel of Sef, seer of Rua, Kora and Sura (“she who rises, she who watches”)
A stylised white wolf’s head with six eyes arranged in two vertical rows of three on each cheek, each eye outlined in black and red. Each eye pair has a different expression The wolf’s linework is bold and graphic, with sharp fur edges and a calm, downward-tilted expression. Behind the head is a large golden halo circle. Above the wolf floats a red stylised Therian sigil: a triangle with an arched base instead of a circle and a small red dot in the centre. At the bottom right is my small red artist’s stamp reading “Shimi.”
November 13, 2025 at 11:27 PM
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Attended Taize service: songs for creation.Included prayers for Animals. Chanting. Beautiful readings ending on “Laudate, Gentes Omnes” becoming lullaby-like in its soft tenderness. I cried a little. I ache to walk to the creator of all things as their Beloved Creature. I ache to become animal.
November 12, 2025 at 8:26 AM