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Illustration of the Page of Swords tarot card. A black wolf pup holds a short sword in his jaws, sun beaming behind him, pillowy clouds, and a flock of birds. A good boy full of hope and potential. Red vines frame the illustration.

Illustration of the Page of Swords tarot card. A black wolf pup holds a short sword in his jaws, sun beaming behind him, pillowy clouds, and a flock of birds. A good boy full of hope and potential. Red vines frame the illustration.

Page of Swords

05.11.2025 19:58 — 👍 885    🔁 279    💬 8    📌 1
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Buy Page T. Shepard a Coffee Become a supporter of Page T. Shepard today!

If you want to support me but already own all my work, I also have a Ko-Fi 👉👈 ko-fi.com/whoispage

05.11.2025 17:24 — 👍 1    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0
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Therianthropy Day Sale by 3 Dragons and a Dog A bundle by 3 Dragons and a Dog, $12.00 for 6 games

HAPPY THERIANTHROPY DAY! To celebrate, all my zines and games are 25% off or you can buy everything in a bundle for $12!

All proceeds go directly towards taking my werehouse out on an awesome and fun Therianthropy Day dinner date. Support your local gay poly animal artist!

itch.io/s/167033/the...

05.11.2025 17:19 — 👍 6    🔁 2    💬 1    📌 0

Happy therianthropy day, critters!

05.11.2025 08:09 — 👍 7    🔁 3    💬 0    📌 0

Finished my submission for the Draconity zine! Gonna try and write something else to submit tonight, but probably won't finish it in time.

01.11.2025 01:23 — 👍 3    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

If it's any consolation, I've had someone accuse my personal website of being AI-generated before, even though you can see its slow-updating history on the Wayback Machine + Tumblr. I think it's an inevitability as AI gets better and better at mimicking that artists get caught in the crossfire. :(

31.10.2025 19:43 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

Thank you, Shimi! I'm sorry to have had to ask. I think they were worried since they didn't see an anti-AI art part of the book description anywhere and wanted to make sure.

Thank you for making this memoir, I'm really excited to get to read it.

31.10.2025 19:25 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

Just bought mine! My friends want to know before they purchase: was AI used in the writing or art of this book?

31.10.2025 16:29 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 2    📌 0
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.

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 “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 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.

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.

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

30.10.2025 18:54 — 👍 87    🔁 52    💬 7    📌 3

I just bought one, and I'll drop a link to some of my alterhuman friends! I know some of the other historians and archivists I know are for sure gonna want copies.

31.10.2025 06:38 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Because we're a system, queer (trans), and disabled, ppl often treat us like there's a secret Real Girl hiding under our skin, buried by imagination and Evil Queer Psychiatric Feminist D&D Satanism-- but there isn't. There has never been a single owner of this body. There has never been a human girl

30.10.2025 15:11 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I'm not really sure what else to say, but it's a little funny that you thought the essay was about the fur industry from its description and tried to use that as a 'gotcha' in a conversation thread I already stated I didn't want to pursue further. Make your positions clear, don't misrepresent mine.

28.10.2025 21:52 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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My Fur Is Not Your Coat by 3 Dragons and a Dog A primer on the Sol System's relationship to multiplicity and its communities.

... Are you talking about My Fur Is Not Your Coat (pyrotalons.itch.io/my-fur-is-no...), an essay by my nonhuman system on our multiplicity? Because the title is a metaphor. My species doesn't technically have actual fur. And I'm also not the sole person behind that, just one co-author.

28.10.2025 21:44 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

I don't believe that I have. -tilts head- What essay are you talking about?

28.10.2025 21:41 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 2    📌 0
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 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 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.

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.

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.

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.

21.10.2025 03:14 — 👍 67    🔁 32    💬 1    📌 0

Even if it feels like what you say goes ignored or rejected, you never know who will be touched or changed by your words. Even if not everyone or a majority of people disagree with you, it's worth still engaging in these conversations to offer wider perspectives. I appreciate what you've said here.

28.10.2025 17:42 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

While I don't seek to engage in this topic further with you due to a dismissal of my health problems-- something understandable, because these are personal experiences and unless you share a body with me, you can't be expected to understand their severity-- I *do* think that you should keep writing.

28.10.2025 17:40 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 2    📌 0
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fifth wheel press blog Submission Manager Submit to fifth wheel press blog. Powered by Duosuma: Duotrope's Submission Manager.

we'll also open for @cavar.bsky.social's Alterhuman/Multispecies call from November 23–December 15!

duotrope.com/duosuma/subm...

28.10.2025 14:23 — 👍 8    🔁 6    💬 0    📌 0

I've got three interviews set up, I'm starting my final semester for my second bachelor's, and I'm gonna wrap up my submission to Modern Draconity today. 😤 Locking horns with the bull therian known as life

28.10.2025 16:42 — 👍 3    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I think it's healthy for people to discuss their relationship to food as related to their therianthropy, and to look closer at the food ethics intertwined with their lives and choices; I think the community would benefit from more essays/zines/comics on the topic from different perspectives.

28.10.2025 16:17 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I wrote an essay about this topic back in 2021 for an alterhuman NaNoWriMo project: invisibleotherkin.neocities.org/files/IAlway... It's unedited, but explains my thoughts on the subject in my own life.

You should consider writing something more long-form about your relationship to food ethics.

28.10.2025 16:14 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 2    📌 0

would u guys still love me if I disappear into the woods one day and years later you swear you still sometimes catch a glimpse of my tapetum lucidum at the boundaries of the forest just beyond your property line in the dead of night

27.10.2025 17:48 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0
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My Fur Is Not Your Coat by 3 Dragons and a Dog A primer on the Sol System's relationship to multiplicity and its communities.

pyrotalons.itch.io/my-fur-is-no...

Published our new zine, a 16-page minizine touching briefly on our system history, the framework that arose around our multiplicity, and our relationship with the plural communities at large.

Mandatory reading for ppl who ask us "r u endogenic or traumagenic?"

24.10.2025 16:00 — 👍 3    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Updated our website and uploaded the Othercon '25 lectures and HowlCon '25 lectures. Updated the TG Beware with a notice due to a change in leadership and added Psychopompous to the main page for purchase as well.

24.10.2025 06:01 — 👍 3    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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HowlCon 2025 Kinsona Zine by 3 Dragons and a Dog A zine of submitted kinsonas from HowlCon 2025's

pyrotalons.itch.io/howlcon-2025...

Our HowlCon 2025 kinsona zine is up for free on our itch.io! It includes submissions from alterhuman artists who attended our "Let's Build A Kinsona" panel.

20.10.2025 19:44 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Hell yeah, more adult alterhuman discords are the best!!! Are you in the southeast? My partner runs an adult Discord server for Southeast-ish alterhuman meetups and connections (from Virginia to Louisiana roughly). It's on Disboard here if that's relevant to you: disboard.org/cs/server/12...

19.10.2025 20:16 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0
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Dragon On The Court by 3 Dragons and a Dog A young college student's basketball hatches into something... unexpected.

pyrotalons.itch.io/dragon-on-th...
Dragon On The Court is a FREE 500-word minizine about a young college student and his new pet dragon, freshly hatched from his favorite basketball. His brother has some strong opinions on it; his best friend has his back about it.

19.10.2025 09:27 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Cozy up in my study reading a memoir for research on a future project while a candle burns and I've got a blanket and blåhaj with me in the recliner. The soft animal of my body is so fuckin content rn

15.10.2025 04:53 — 👍 4    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

This looks super cool!! 👀

14.10.2025 18:27 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

This story was written with some aquatic and draconic therian and otherkin experiences in mind. Be mindful of the content warnings!

The itch download includes both two PDF versions for online reading (one in spread form, one in singles form) and a formatted single-page PDF for printing and folding.

11.10.2025 21:53 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

@who-is-page is following 20 prominent accounts