Fin's Tributes to Andy [2025]
From the first time I saw a real photo of Andy back in February 2025, I was floored. Handsome didn’t even begin to cover it—he was hot, and exactly My Type. These pieces are my way of honoring that spark I felt then and keep feeling now.
The art you see here uses Andy’s actual face, with post-processing edits layered in to bring out the vision I want to share. I create these tributes with his knowledge and blessing. His image belongs to him, though—he hasn’t authorized anyone else to use it.
The art you see here uses Andy’s actual face, with post-processing edits layered in to bring out the vision I want to share. I create these tributes with his knowledge and blessing. His image belongs to him, though—he hasn’t authorized anyone else to use it.
Andy the Healer [September 2025]
This shows Andy as I see him—not just in scrubs, not just at work, but as someone who carries a kind of quiet, luminous strength. The Staff of Asclepius glows in his hand because healing, for him, isn’t just a job—it’s a calling.
Honor isn’t loud. It isn’t about titles or recognition. It’s about showing up with integrity and compassion, even when no one is watching. In a healthcare system stretched to its breaking point, Andy still brings empathy, still treats people with dignity, still holds to the belief that care matters. That, to me, is the truest form of honor.
So “Andy the Healer” isn’t just a pair of images—it’s a blessing. To his work, yes, but also to the heart he puts into it. To the way he embodies decency and kindness when the world needs it most. He will probably roll his eyes at me for writing this (because he doesn’t see himself the way I do), but that’s part of the point. Real honor doesn’t need a spotlight. It shines on its own.
Honor isn’t loud. It isn’t about titles or recognition. It’s about showing up with integrity and compassion, even when no one is watching. In a healthcare system stretched to its breaking point, Andy still brings empathy, still treats people with dignity, still holds to the belief that care matters. That, to me, is the truest form of honor.
So “Andy the Healer” isn’t just a pair of images—it’s a blessing. To his work, yes, but also to the heart he puts into it. To the way he embodies decency and kindness when the world needs it most. He will probably roll his eyes at me for writing this (because he doesn’t see himself the way I do), but that’s part of the point. Real honor doesn’t need a spotlight. It shines on its own.
Andy in the Enchanted Hollow [October 2025]
This set of portraits shows Andy's "dark side"— not as something shadowed or cold, but as something profound, magnetic, and endlessly beautiful. His presence feels like the stillness of midnight under starlight: powerful, comforting, and quietly electric. He is a soul of strength and serenity, cloaked in mystery and light, standing at the crossroads of magic and memory. The kind of darkness that isn’t absence, but infinity.
The glowing violet blooms growing from the fox’s fur are part of the same magic that lives in Andy — something ancient, gentle, and fiercely alive.
For Andy: You are the song in the night, the warmth behind the stormclouds, the dark that holds the stars. Every time I paint the night, I find you there. You move through the dark like it’s your kingdom. The wild follows you, not because it’s tamed — but because it trusts you.
The glowing violet blooms growing from the fox’s fur are part of the same magic that lives in Andy — something ancient, gentle, and fiercely alive.
For Andy: You are the song in the night, the warmth behind the stormclouds, the dark that holds the stars. Every time I paint the night, I find you there. You move through the dark like it’s your kingdom. The wild follows you, not because it’s tamed — but because it trusts you.
Andy with Midnight [October 2025]
I’ve wanted to create a tribute to Andy's late cat, Midnight, for a long time. This piece reimagines Andy holding him once more, bathed in the glow of a Druidic twilight where the veil between worlds shimmers like starlight and memory.
For Andy: You are the light within my darkness, and the calm that holds my storms. Midnight’s spirit walks beside you still — just on the other side of the rainbow haze.
For Andy: You are the light within my darkness, and the calm that holds my storms. Midnight’s spirit walks beside you still — just on the other side of the rainbow haze.
The King of Purple [October 2025]
This was made for DA's Daily Challenge of #purplepeopleeater for October 16, 2025: Andy loves the color purple... and he definitely likes to eat people, or one person in particular 😏😈 so how could I not take this opportunity to revisit one of my favorite things he’s ever made — his glorious King of Purple piece from back in March. This time, I wanted to honor him in that role — regal, magnetic, bathed in deep violet light, and absolutely devourable. He’s my King of Purple, always has been, always will be.
For Andy: You wear violet like it was made for you — magical, royal, a little dangerous. And I’ll gladly be your favorite snack.
For Andy: You wear violet like it was made for you — magical, royal, a little dangerous. And I’ll gladly be your favorite snack.
Andy, the Lightning Mage [October 2025]
Made for the #incantation Daily Challenge October 2, 2025 because what I really need is a hot blond lightning mage 😘
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The Storm Lord [November 2025]
I made this image because I needed to see him this way: powerful, commanding, elemental. The kind of storm you want to get lost in. The kind of storm you trust to keep you safe, even as it shakes the sky. Also, let’s be real—I was feeling a little bit thirsty. Have you seen this man? Sir. Sir. You are giving “sexy Druid daddy casts lightning tsunami and then reads poetry about it,” and I am on the floor, respectfully unwell.
For Andy, my Storm Lord.
You are the cliff I cling to
and the sea that sings my name.
You command the lightning--
but you never use it to wound me.
You rise like thunder, fierce and wild,
and yet you hold me
as if I’m the one with the power to break you.
I made this because I love you.
I made this because I see you--
and everything you are is sacred to me.
For Andy, my Storm Lord.
You are the cliff I cling to
and the sea that sings my name.
You command the lightning--
but you never use it to wound me.
You rise like thunder, fierce and wild,
and yet you hold me
as if I’m the one with the power to break you.
I made this because I love you.
I made this because I see you--
and everything you are is sacred to me.
Stop Being Hot, Andy [November 2025]
Back in February 2025, two weeks before we got together, I wandered through his gallery and there he was at an Iron Maiden concert. My stomach turned to butterflies. I kept visiting his page over and over again, pretending it was casual. Friendship, I told myself. Definitely not a crush. Definitely not me falling like a teenage idiot for a man halfway across the world.
But it was. And every time I looked, I felt that wild, magnetic pull — the one that says pay attention, this is important. I was sure he’d never feel the same. He was galaxies away, untouchable.
And then he did. He turned around and loved me back.
Now every photo of him feels like divine proof that sometimes the universe actually rewards persistence and yearning — that the person who makes your pulse sound like guitar feedback might just be the one meant to hold you through every encore.
Stop being hot, Andy.
Or don’t.
I’m never getting tired of the view.
But it was. And every time I looked, I felt that wild, magnetic pull — the one that says pay attention, this is important. I was sure he’d never feel the same. He was galaxies away, untouchable.
And then he did. He turned around and loved me back.
Now every photo of him feels like divine proof that sometimes the universe actually rewards persistence and yearning — that the person who makes your pulse sound like guitar feedback might just be the one meant to hold you through every encore.
Stop being hot, Andy.
Or don’t.
I’m never getting tired of the view.
Hello, Nurse [November 2025]
When #nurse came up for DA's Daily Challenge, I didn’t even have to think — my mind went straight to my partner Andy, the man whose compassion is as steady and luminous as the magic in any fantasy realm I could dream up.
Andy is a healthcare worker in New Zealand, and within the next few years he’ll be here in the States with me, carrying that same fierce gentleness into the nursing field. I’ve watched him show up for people again and again, giving comfort, giving time, giving heart — the kind of quiet heroism that never asks for applause, but absolutely deserves it.
This piece is my tribute to him:
to the steady hands that heal,
to the heart that always chooses kindness,
and to the man who takes care of the world
with the same devotion he gives to me.
Andy, my love — your service, your compassion,
your light — it humbles me every day.
I am so proud of you.
I am so grateful for you.
Andy is a healthcare worker in New Zealand, and within the next few years he’ll be here in the States with me, carrying that same fierce gentleness into the nursing field. I’ve watched him show up for people again and again, giving comfort, giving time, giving heart — the kind of quiet heroism that never asks for applause, but absolutely deserves it.
This piece is my tribute to him:
to the steady hands that heal,
to the heart that always chooses kindness,
and to the man who takes care of the world
with the same devotion he gives to me.
Andy, my love — your service, your compassion,
your light — it humbles me every day.
I am so proud of you.
I am so grateful for you.
