Fin Tributes [2025]
Fin also has a fictional counterpart named Onorfin - see the DP and Onorfin page for those.
Lord Flame [February 2025]
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Lord Song [February 2025]
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Bring Out the Wolf [March 2025]
Stalkers and haters fuck off, he's under my protection...
Another Silmaril is out there.. I must find it! [April 2025]
Wisdom and Guidance [April 2025]
My Paladin [April 2025]
At long last my demons are quiet because of you, and I can never thank you enough.
That Creative Spark [April 2025]
Misjudged and mislabeled by some, they see not your true worth and character, but no matter. Their loss is the gain of those that truly know you.
It has been a privilege and honour to watch you grow as both a person and as an artist. Getting to know you as a friend first and then so much more has been simply awe inspiring.
Your spirit is infectious and your creative spark has been the foundation for so many wonderful ideas.
While I am in no way as expressive as you in terms of emotions and feelings, mine as just as potent and real as yours.
Deep in the Woods [April 2025]
"You could have it all, you appear savage, cold and soulless, but I know better.. you have a heart of gold behind those walls.. so why do you do it"
"Because it's better this way, people betray you, even in ways that they realise not"
"And yet you let me in.. let me stay in your safe space, in your heart.. why?"
"Because thats where you belong, you have stood by me into the he worst of times, without asking for anything , life is not a fairytale, it is what we make of it.. together "
"Because it's better this way, people betray you, even in ways that they realise not"
"And yet you let me in.. let me stay in your safe space, in your heart.. why?"
"Because thats where you belong, you have stood by me into the he worst of times, without asking for anything , life is not a fairytale, it is what we make of it.. together "
Pretty Fly For A Rabbi [May 2025]
[Fin's note: He made this for me after I told him about the recurring dream I have of going to rabbinical school - which is something I'd like to do but there are too many obstacles in my way.]
Count Fin [May 2025]
For His Honour [May 2025]
Fin the Fae [May 2025]
Mein Stern [May 2025]
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Mein Sonne [May 2025]
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Elfling Wonder [May 2025]
Fin the Widdle Mercubby [May 2025]
Rainboots Finling [May 2025]
Odin Blesses Us This Day [May 2025]
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Two damaged souls who found each other across space and time. Two unlikely beings who come together to embrace this sacred ritual. Only one being could connect and bind them so perfectly. Odin, the almighty AllFather came forth and spoke this..
"Velsign disse sjelene i dag, disse verdige sjelene som fullender hverandre. Måtte deres kjærlighet vokse som Yggdrasils røtter, og spire slik at halvdelene deres danner en perfekt helhet. Lev livene deres sammen i styrke og ære, møt kampene deres sammen forent, og bli med meg i den hellige hallen når prøvelsene deres er over. Velsign dere for evigheten, mine sønner." And so these fair sons, tried and tested, they find their hands fasted in the presence of the FarSeer himself. With runes and the gift of sacred blood, their souls join their hearts in one bound union. May their battles be victorious and their love be everlasting |
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The Silver Prince [June 2025]
Beneath the midsummer moon, where music hums through lantern light and wildflowers whisper secrets to the breeze, the silver-haired prince sits smiling.
His wings catch the starlight like stained glass spun from dreams, while laughter drifts like pollen on the air. Some say he was born of twilight, others swear he wandered in and simply never left.
But all agree: when he smiles, the glade itself leans in to listen.
His wings catch the starlight like stained glass spun from dreams, while laughter drifts like pollen on the air. Some say he was born of twilight, others swear he wandered in and simply never left.
But all agree: when he smiles, the glade itself leans in to listen.
Bound By Moonlight [June 2025]
For my Immortal Beloved for when he is being naughty and needs time out 😈😘
Looks like someone’s under a binding spell... or maybe just under me...
To my beloved Fin,
In every shadowed forest and under every silver moon,
you are the heartbeat that calls me home.
This piece is a little mischief, a little magic,
and all my love wrapped around you like a spell I never want to break.
Yours with so much love always, in light and dark
Your Andy
Looks like someone’s under a binding spell... or maybe just under me...
To my beloved Fin,
In every shadowed forest and under every silver moon,
you are the heartbeat that calls me home.
This piece is a little mischief, a little magic,
and all my love wrapped around you like a spell I never want to break.
Yours with so much love always, in light and dark
Your Andy
Fin, Keeper of Peace, and his Familiar [July 2025]
A Bond Forged in Light and Love
In the age of silver leaves and rivers that sang lullabies, there lived a silver-haired druid whose laughter could make trees bloom out of season. He was known as Fin, child of moonlit waters and bearer of the Emerald Flame.
Fin was beloved by many, humans, fae, and beasts alike. But despite the joy he gave, he often walked alone, a quiet ache in his heart as he searched for something he could never name.
Then one twilight, deep within the Glimmergrove, he found a clearing where butterflies danced and the air shimmered like spun glass. At the center, among the crystal spires, sat a tabby cat, regal and still.
Their eyes met.
No words were spoken.
No promises were made.
And yet, in that moment, something ancient stirred, something older than spells, older than stars.
Fin knelt.
Shams approached.
And from that night on, they were never apart.
The forest changed around them. Grew gentler. Brighter.
Together, they healed what had been broken in others.
Together, they kept the balance.
It is said that when they rest beneath the moonlight, butterflies still gather, drawn not to magic, but to love that knows no bounds.
And those who wander too far from the path, hearts heavy with sorrow, may stumble into that glade…
And find peace, curled against fur.
And laughter, in silver eyes.
In the age of silver leaves and rivers that sang lullabies, there lived a silver-haired druid whose laughter could make trees bloom out of season. He was known as Fin, child of moonlit waters and bearer of the Emerald Flame.
Fin was beloved by many, humans, fae, and beasts alike. But despite the joy he gave, he often walked alone, a quiet ache in his heart as he searched for something he could never name.
Then one twilight, deep within the Glimmergrove, he found a clearing where butterflies danced and the air shimmered like spun glass. At the center, among the crystal spires, sat a tabby cat, regal and still.
Their eyes met.
No words were spoken.
No promises were made.
And yet, in that moment, something ancient stirred, something older than spells, older than stars.
Fin knelt.
Shams approached.
And from that night on, they were never apart.
The forest changed around them. Grew gentler. Brighter.
Together, they healed what had been broken in others.
Together, they kept the balance.
It is said that when they rest beneath the moonlight, butterflies still gather, drawn not to magic, but to love that knows no bounds.
And those who wander too far from the path, hearts heavy with sorrow, may stumble into that glade…
And find peace, curled against fur.
And laughter, in silver eyes.
Fin, the Dawnblade [July 2025]
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They say he was born not beneath the stars, but of them. A whisper of moonlight, shaped by the gods, tempered in compassion, and armed with conviction. When his sword is raised, the shadows pause, not in fear, but in reverence.
For his strength lies not just in steel or sorcery, but in the mercy he shows, the love he bears, and the fire he refuses to let the world extinguish. Some fight because they must. He fights because he loves. The Prophecy of Fin, Dawnblade of Fabulous Judgement And lo, when the skies are darkest, and the villains are monologuing at deeply unnecessary length, shall the silver-haired champion descend, glowing like vengeance dipped in glitter. He shall raise his blade, which burns with righteousness and possibly passive-aggression, and declare: ‘Try me.’ The wicked shall tremble, not because of his sword, but because he’s judging their outfit. The righteous shall rise, inspired by his holy light, and also his incredible bone structure. And the world shall be saved, not just by might, but by *the sheer audacity of style, grace, and sass divine.” Footnote from the Sacred Librarian: "He’s not just a paladin. He’s a whole revelation." |
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The Familiar That Chose You [September 2025]
Adorablus Maximus [September 2025]
Strength in Autumn [November 2025]
To my wonderful Fin
every time the leaves fall, I’m reminded
that the world can let go beautifully…
and somehow, so can I,
because you’re there to catch whatever breaks,
to warm whatever chills,
and to love me in ways that feel like coming home
to the softest part of autumn.
You are the season I keep choosing,
again and again,
no matter how many years the trees turn gold.
every time the leaves fall, I’m reminded
that the world can let go beautifully…
and somehow, so can I,
because you’re there to catch whatever breaks,
to warm whatever chills,
and to love me in ways that feel like coming home
to the softest part of autumn.
You are the season I keep choosing,
again and again,
no matter how many years the trees turn gold.
Where the Leaves Remember [November 2025]
The path grows softer when the year turns gold,
each fallen leaf a promise that nothing truly ends.
Mist gathers like a gentle hand upon the shoulder,
steadying breath, easing the weight of old storms.
In the hush between footsteps, courage unfurls
not loud, not blazing, but sure as the turning earth.
Here, under branches painted in firelight,
strength is not something taken.
It is something returned.
And in this quiet season of letting go,
comfort comes walking beside you,
wearing your smile,
reminding you that even the coldest winds
carry you forward,
never back.
To my beloved Fin
the calm in my changing seasons,
the warmth in every cold wind,
and the reason autumn feels less like an ending
and more like a place to rest and begin again.
each fallen leaf a promise that nothing truly ends.
Mist gathers like a gentle hand upon the shoulder,
steadying breath, easing the weight of old storms.
In the hush between footsteps, courage unfurls
not loud, not blazing, but sure as the turning earth.
Here, under branches painted in firelight,
strength is not something taken.
It is something returned.
And in this quiet season of letting go,
comfort comes walking beside you,
wearing your smile,
reminding you that even the coldest winds
carry you forward,
never back.
To my beloved Fin
the calm in my changing seasons,
the warmth in every cold wind,
and the reason autumn feels less like an ending
and more like a place to rest and begin again.
The Bosses [November 2025]
Crystalline Grove Prince [December 2025]
“Yes, I am royalty. No, I will not stop posing dramatically.”
For my shining Sonne, my favourite miracle. Even in the darkest stretch of winter, you are the thing that pulls me forward, breathless, loyal, and slightly unhinged with devotion. Lucky you.
For my shining Sonne, my favourite miracle. Even in the darkest stretch of winter, you are the thing that pulls me forward, breathless, loyal, and slightly unhinged with devotion. Lucky you.
Fin In A Jar
This started off as a joke between us and became a love language 🥰💖
Fin Nessie In A Jar
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Finny Bear In A Jar 1
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Finny Bear In A Jar 2
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Finny Bear In A Jar 3
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Finny Bear In A Jar 4
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This particular jar symbolises a safe space where your light can continue to shine.
Fin in a Cage 1
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Fin in a Cage 2
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