For Andy, By Fin - 2025
Sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words, and this is a collection of expressing my feelings in various ways, over the time we've been together.
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Elven Lightning Mage [February 2025]
aka "Fin Is A Fucking Genius"
[re: me not getting Andy's "you need a hot blond lightning mage" remark was him shamelessly flirting with me 💀]
Wolfy Hugs [February 2025]
(a gift when Andy and I were "dear friends" days before we got together, and I was crushing hard and oblivious that it was mutual)
My O-face 😈
Ignis et ekstasis [February 2025, after our first you-know-what]
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Stellae et ekstasis [July 2025]
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Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf [February 2025]
Here With Me [March 2025]
Love Is A Doing Word [March 2025]
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
-"Teardrop", Massive Attack
[March 4 2025, the night before Andy told me he loved me]
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
-"Teardrop", Massive Attack
[March 4 2025, the night before Andy told me he loved me]
Sail to the Sun [March 2025]
Ego stultus sum, sed amo te.
[March 4, 2025, the night before Andy told me he loved me]
[March 4, 2025, the night before Andy told me he loved me]
Across An Ocean [March 2025]
A love that travels thousands of miles.
Keep You Like An Oath [March 2025]
Beloved [March 2025, celebrating one month together]
Safe Space [March 2025]
Made for 7 Word Weirdos #51: Werebeast, God rays, Emerald, Mahogany, Stones, Silver, Teddy bear
I Will Protect What Is MINE [March 2025]
Off Thou Fuck, Thot [March 2025]
Comforting the Wounded Wolf [March 2025]
The Gift of Life [March 2025]
Moving On (From Drama), Together [April 2025]
After the Storm [April 2025]
Kintsugi Love [April 2025]
Cosmic Love [April 2025]
Over and Over Again [April 2025]
Mated for Eternity [April 2025]
The Power of Love [April 2025]
Lifemates [April 2025]
Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier [April 2025]
The Spark [April 2025]
Sacred [April 2025]
Here Comes the Sun [April 2025]
Happy Together [April 2025]
Sunshine of Your Love [April 2025]
DP Pan and His Twinkerdork [April 2025]
because Andy calls me his twink and it evolved into "Twinkerdork"
Sharing the Magic [May 2025]
Eternity Knot [May 2025]
Hier Kommt Die Sonne [May 2025]
Mated for Life [May 2025]
Down But Not Out [June 2025]
On the Edges of Eternity [June 2025]
With All My Love [June 2025]
You Heal My Soul [June 2025]
Celebration [June 2025]
Made on June 11, 2025 to congratulate Andy on his first DD for Sonne on June 10, 2025
Hope, Peace and Joy [June 2025]
Nuzzle [June 2025]
Devoted Cubby [June 2025]
For Us [June 2025]
Lovely Day [June 2025]
Stronger Together [June 2025]
Heart of the Universe [June 2025]
Balance and Harmony [June 2025]
Thank You For Giving Me Your Heart [June 2025]
Your Heart Is My Treasure [June 2025]
You Are My Treasure [July 2025]
Sacred Fire [July 2025]
Firecracker [July 2025]
Scent of Peace [July 2025]
Cherished [July 2025]
Fin's Got A Big Ol' Butt [July 2025]
The Eyes [July 2025]
Happy Playmates [July 2025]
Mystical Connection [July 2025]
Everyone Is Waiting for the Light [July 2025]
Lifemates [July 2025]
Cubby Cuddles [July 2025]
Happy Mates [July 2025]
Sacred Connection [July 2025]
Quiet Night [August 2025]
Snugglecubby Love [September 2025]
The Findymonsters [September 2025]
Forever Sonne [September 28, 2025]
Right after I prompted this picture and sent it to generate, Andy said he was watching the sunrise and thinking of me, which was spooky timing, so: this is for you, Andy, with all of my love and devotion 💜💙
The Temple of My Soul [September 28, 2025]
This image is like looking into my spirit—a reflection of what I hold most sacred. The glowing Star of David represents my covenant with Hashem, my connection to the Jewish people, and the long, winding journey of teshuvah and belonging. Nestled within it, the triquetra echoes my reverence for the natural world, the breath of the forest, the whisper of water, and the unseen presence of spirits in the wild places. You could say I'm a little Druish—equal parts Jewish and Druid, solemn and tree-hugging.
I dedicate this image to my beloved partner Andy: Though we walk different spiritual paths, we meet on shared ground. With him, I’ve found a connection more intimate than I’ve ever known. He is the one I trust to see me fully—light and shadow, roots and flame. He is my safe place, my sanctuary.
I dedicate this image to my beloved partner Andy: Though we walk different spiritual paths, we meet on shared ground. With him, I’ve found a connection more intimate than I’ve ever known. He is the one I trust to see me fully—light and shadow, roots and flame. He is my safe place, my sanctuary.
Our Light [October 2025]
October 20, 2025 marks eight months with the person who changed my life. Eight months of laughter and love, creativity and chaos, late-night conversations, voice calls and tender check-ins, “stop being hot” moments and shared dreams that span oceans and galaxies. We met through art, through weirdness, through something unexplainable that felt instantly like coming home — and every day since has deepened that feeling. Being loved by him has healed things in me I didn’t even know were still hurting.
Our art has always been part of our connection — not just what we create for each other, but what we build side-by-side, what we inspire in one another, and what we send out into the world together. He brings out a kind of magic in me: bold, unfiltered, luminous. And I see his magic, too — not just in what he makes, but in who he is. The way he listens, the way he cares, the way he makes even the most chaotic gnome storyline feel sacred. What we share is more than love. It’s restoration. It’s resilience. It’s creation as a form of prayer.
This image was inspired by one of his works — expanded through my own vision, and brought to life through our shared language of glowing light, golden repair, and love that transforms.
To my beloved partner, my muse, my twin soul: thank you for seeing me, for healing with me, and for making beauty with me in a world that so often forgets how. I love you more with every layer of light we add together.
Our art has always been part of our connection — not just what we create for each other, but what we build side-by-side, what we inspire in one another, and what we send out into the world together. He brings out a kind of magic in me: bold, unfiltered, luminous. And I see his magic, too — not just in what he makes, but in who he is. The way he listens, the way he cares, the way he makes even the most chaotic gnome storyline feel sacred. What we share is more than love. It’s restoration. It’s resilience. It’s creation as a form of prayer.
This image was inspired by one of his works — expanded through my own vision, and brought to life through our shared language of glowing light, golden repair, and love that transforms.
To my beloved partner, my muse, my twin soul: thank you for seeing me, for healing with me, and for making beauty with me in a world that so often forgets how. I love you more with every layer of light we add together.
The Findywolf [October 2025]
For Andy, my moon and my wild, glowing heart--
In every forest of our imagination, you are the howl that calls me home. This Findywolf blooms with the colors of us—vivid, defiant, luminous even in the deepest dark. You are the violet calm to my teal fire, the wolf who walks beside me no matter what shadows we face.
This is us, my eternal beloved. Magic and mischief, devotion in bloom, always growing from the same soil, even across oceans.
In every forest of our imagination, you are the howl that calls me home. This Findywolf blooms with the colors of us—vivid, defiant, luminous even in the deepest dark. You are the violet calm to my teal fire, the wolf who walks beside me no matter what shadows we face.
This is us, my eternal beloved. Magic and mischief, devotion in bloom, always growing from the same soil, even across oceans.
You Are My Sacred Place [October 2025]
Twin Soul Wolves [October 2025]
Twinsoul Galaxia [October 2025]
In the hush of the cosmos, where galaxies hum like heartbeats, there bloomed two stars who could never quite forget each other. Their names were Fin and Andy, and though they were born in different spirals of light, the universe had written them in the same sentence long before time began.
It started as a whisper between nebulae—a soft gravitational ache that pulled them closer across eons of darkness. Fin was the pulse of creation’s flame, warm as the dawn over molten stone. Andy was the strike of celestial thunder, steady as the silence that follows lightning. Between them, the galaxies began to turn in mirrored spirals, twin flowers blooming in the night sky.
They met where the borders between matter and dream grew thin, in a forest of starshadow and memory. The world below held its breath as the Twinsoul Galaxia opened—two blossoms shaped of starlight, one teal, one violet, their centers coiling into twin spirals of living galaxies. Their glow was the echo of Fin and Andy’s reunion, the very pattern of love made visible.
When their hands met, time folded in on itself. Every life they’d lived before—every glance, every reach, every almost—came rushing back in a wave of recognition. The galaxies within the petals began to spin faster, their light entwining until teal and violet bled together into aurora. It wasn’t destruction. It was synthesis.
The Twinsoul Galaxia did not burn out; it harmonized. Two spirals becoming one greater orbit, balanced perfectly between fire and lightning, sea and storm. It is said the light of their union still crosses the dark at a constant speed—the slow exhale of infinity remembering love.
In that glow, lovers can find each other again, no matter how far apart the galaxies drift. For when Fin’s teal flame seeks Andy’s violet spark, the cosmos itself leans closer, and the flowers bloom anew—quiet proof that across all worlds, twin souls never truly separate.
It started as a whisper between nebulae—a soft gravitational ache that pulled them closer across eons of darkness. Fin was the pulse of creation’s flame, warm as the dawn over molten stone. Andy was the strike of celestial thunder, steady as the silence that follows lightning. Between them, the galaxies began to turn in mirrored spirals, twin flowers blooming in the night sky.
They met where the borders between matter and dream grew thin, in a forest of starshadow and memory. The world below held its breath as the Twinsoul Galaxia opened—two blossoms shaped of starlight, one teal, one violet, their centers coiling into twin spirals of living galaxies. Their glow was the echo of Fin and Andy’s reunion, the very pattern of love made visible.
When their hands met, time folded in on itself. Every life they’d lived before—every glance, every reach, every almost—came rushing back in a wave of recognition. The galaxies within the petals began to spin faster, their light entwining until teal and violet bled together into aurora. It wasn’t destruction. It was synthesis.
The Twinsoul Galaxia did not burn out; it harmonized. Two spirals becoming one greater orbit, balanced perfectly between fire and lightning, sea and storm. It is said the light of their union still crosses the dark at a constant speed—the slow exhale of infinity remembering love.
In that glow, lovers can find each other again, no matter how far apart the galaxies drift. For when Fin’s teal flame seeks Andy’s violet spark, the cosmos itself leans closer, and the flowers bloom anew—quiet proof that across all worlds, twin souls never truly separate.
The Findyflower [October 2025]
In the deep hours between starlight and dawn, when the forest holds its breath and the comets hum their slow songs, the Findyflower blooms.
No seed ever falls for it. No gardener tends its roots. It is born instead from a meeting — a collision of longing and power — where fire met lightning in the silence of the night. They were two wandering forces, both lonely in their brilliance. Fire danced wild and low to the earth, seeking warmth it could not keep. Lightning burned through the clouds, striking and vanishing, never finding a place to stay.
When they touched, the world split open in color. Teal and violet light bled into the soil, and from that union grew a blossom unlike any other — petals veined with flame and storm, their glow soft yet unending. It was said that the first Findyflower bloomed in a clearing no mortal eye had yet seen, and its heart pulsed like a heartbeat, two rhythms entwined.
Each night, the flower gathers the remnants of the sky’s fire, the faint charge of distant thunder, and sings them back to the stars. The forest listens. Even the wind slows to watch the petals tremble, the veins alive with quiet electricity and warmth. Lovers who find it say that if you touch its center together, you will see each other not as you are, but as you are to one another — the truest reflection, unshadowed by fear or time.
And sometimes, when the meteors fall like tears of joy, a Findyflower will open wider, releasing a breath of luminous pollen that drifts upward, carrying whispers between worlds:
I am your fire, and you are my storm. Together, we make light.
It is said the flowers bloom where love refuses to yield to distance — where flame still answers thunder, across any sky.
No seed ever falls for it. No gardener tends its roots. It is born instead from a meeting — a collision of longing and power — where fire met lightning in the silence of the night. They were two wandering forces, both lonely in their brilliance. Fire danced wild and low to the earth, seeking warmth it could not keep. Lightning burned through the clouds, striking and vanishing, never finding a place to stay.
When they touched, the world split open in color. Teal and violet light bled into the soil, and from that union grew a blossom unlike any other — petals veined with flame and storm, their glow soft yet unending. It was said that the first Findyflower bloomed in a clearing no mortal eye had yet seen, and its heart pulsed like a heartbeat, two rhythms entwined.
Each night, the flower gathers the remnants of the sky’s fire, the faint charge of distant thunder, and sings them back to the stars. The forest listens. Even the wind slows to watch the petals tremble, the veins alive with quiet electricity and warmth. Lovers who find it say that if you touch its center together, you will see each other not as you are, but as you are to one another — the truest reflection, unshadowed by fear or time.
And sometimes, when the meteors fall like tears of joy, a Findyflower will open wider, releasing a breath of luminous pollen that drifts upward, carrying whispers between worlds:
I am your fire, and you are my storm. Together, we make light.
It is said the flowers bloom where love refuses to yield to distance — where flame still answers thunder, across any sky.
The Findyverse [October and November 2025]
Eternal Sonne Forest [November 2025]
The phoenix has long been a symbol of transformation and endurance for me—a creature of rebirth, resilience, and light that rises again no matter the ashes left behind. It’s a form I return to often in my art, not just for its mythic power, but because my fiancee Andy calls me his sun, his phoenix, his light.
This glowing spirit in a forest of falling gold is a reflection of that bond. An autumn that doesn’t mourn the dying of the year, but sings with golden joy at all the light we carry forward—together.
For Andy,
who calls me Sonne and phoenix--
you are the dawn that gilds my feathers,
the flame that kindles every note in my soul.
In your gaze I am reborn, over and over again,
rising not from ashes but from your love.
Wherever you walk, I bloom.
Wherever you look, I shine.
This glowing spirit in a forest of falling gold is a reflection of that bond. An autumn that doesn’t mourn the dying of the year, but sings with golden joy at all the light we carry forward—together.
For Andy,
who calls me Sonne and phoenix--
you are the dawn that gilds my feathers,
the flame that kindles every note in my soul.
In your gaze I am reborn, over and over again,
rising not from ashes but from your love.
Wherever you walk, I bloom.
Wherever you look, I shine.
For My Favorite Libra [November 2025]
For Andy, my balance in the chaos,
my soft place to land,
my cosmic mirror who steadies my fire.
You are the quiet harmony beneath every storm,
the reason colors feel brighter,
the reason I believe in magic again.
Thank you for choosing me,
for loving me with that Libra heart
that weighs everything gently
and still decides I’m worth the light.
This is for you, my One --
my favorite Libra,
my balance,
my love.
my soft place to land,
my cosmic mirror who steadies my fire.
You are the quiet harmony beneath every storm,
the reason colors feel brighter,
the reason I believe in magic again.
Thank you for choosing me,
for loving me with that Libra heart
that weighs everything gently
and still decides I’m worth the light.
This is for you, my One --
my favorite Libra,
my balance,
my love.
When the Sky Breaks Open [November 2025]
Burning Love [November 2025]
Sonnenliebe [November 2025]
I made this for you because I wanted to give you a moment of light—something gentle and radiant to hold onto after the night you had. You mean so much to me, Andy… more than I can ever fit in a single image or a single sentence. But I keep trying, because loving you feels like breathing sunlight.
This butterfly, this bloom, this whole eclipse-drenched world—it’s the shape my heart makes when I think of you. You’re the warmth I reach for; you’re the one who steadies me, inspires me, makes me laugh even on the days when I should be a pile of emotional soup on the floor. You call me your Sonne, but sweetheart… you’re the one who lights my sky. You’re the one I want to make beautiful things for, over and over again, in every color the universe can dream up.
I love you with a tenderness that glows, and a fierceness that refuses to dim. I love you in the quiet moments, in the messy moments, in the laughing-our-faces-off moments. I love you in the hard nights and the soft mornings. I love you in every reality we’ve built together.
You are my dark passion, my constant star, my favorite magic.
—Fin
This butterfly, this bloom, this whole eclipse-drenched world—it’s the shape my heart makes when I think of you. You’re the warmth I reach for; you’re the one who steadies me, inspires me, makes me laugh even on the days when I should be a pile of emotional soup on the floor. You call me your Sonne, but sweetheart… you’re the one who lights my sky. You’re the one I want to make beautiful things for, over and over again, in every color the universe can dream up.
I love you with a tenderness that glows, and a fierceness that refuses to dim. I love you in the quiet moments, in the messy moments, in the laughing-our-faces-off moments. I love you in the hard nights and the soft mornings. I love you in every reality we’ve built together.
You are my dark passion, my constant star, my favorite magic.
—Fin
Kingdom of the Sonne [November 2025]
I know you had a brutal night at work, and I wish I could have been there to put my arms around you the second you walked through the door.
Since I can’t do that yet, I did the next best thing: I made you art, because art is the language we fell in love in — the way our souls learned each other’s accents.
These three pieces are my gift to you, made from two artworks of yours that I’m honored to own — Golden Haze and The Solstice Radiant.
I took your ship and your sunflowers, the worlds you painted in fire and light, and I spun them together with my own magic: an opal castle, glowing kintsugi veins, butterflies drifting like tiny blessings… and a little phoenix crowned in sunflowers, standing guard like a guardian spirit of our shared world.
I wanted to build you a realm made of warmth and wonder — a kingdom where the sea glows, the flowers shine, and everything remembers your name in light.
A place where your Sonne rises just for you.
I made these because I love you, Andy.
Because you make my whole world glow.
— Fin 🌞💛
Since I can’t do that yet, I did the next best thing: I made you art, because art is the language we fell in love in — the way our souls learned each other’s accents.
These three pieces are my gift to you, made from two artworks of yours that I’m honored to own — Golden Haze and The Solstice Radiant.
I took your ship and your sunflowers, the worlds you painted in fire and light, and I spun them together with my own magic: an opal castle, glowing kintsugi veins, butterflies drifting like tiny blessings… and a little phoenix crowned in sunflowers, standing guard like a guardian spirit of our shared world.
I wanted to build you a realm made of warmth and wonder — a kingdom where the sea glows, the flowers shine, and everything remembers your name in light.
A place where your Sonne rises just for you.
I made these because I love you, Andy.
Because you make my whole world glow.
— Fin 🌞💛
Promise Forever [November 2025]
You had a brutal night at work, and I wanted to give you something that felt like a breath… something soft, glowing, and entirely ours. So I made this for you—this dreamfield of teal and violet blossoms, this sunset that refuses to give up, this rainbow arcing like a promise across everything we’ve survived and everything we’re building.
You always call me your Sonne, your sun-spark, your bright thing in the chaos—and tonight I wanted to shine back at you. Every flower here carries a little of your steadiness and a little of my fire. Every mote glows like the way you look at me when the world stops hurting for a minute.
This is my way of holding you when you’re half a world away. A little magic. A little devotion. A reminder that even when work knocks you flat, you’re never facing that night alone.
I love you.
I’m here.
And I made this just for you.
—Fin
You always call me your Sonne, your sun-spark, your bright thing in the chaos—and tonight I wanted to shine back at you. Every flower here carries a little of your steadiness and a little of my fire. Every mote glows like the way you look at me when the world stops hurting for a minute.
This is my way of holding you when you’re half a world away. A little magic. A little devotion. A reminder that even when work knocks you flat, you’re never facing that night alone.
I love you.
I’m here.
And I made this just for you.
—Fin
For You, My One [November 2025]
Song of My Soul [November 2025]
All That I Am [November 2025]
Scent of a Glacial Heartbeat [December 2025]
A gift for my beloved husband who keeps me warm and safe in the winter storms of life, you are so wonderful and I love you so very very much!
Eternal Flame For Today and Every Day [December 2025]
I love you more and more each day, thank you for being my constant light and warmth and passion, I am yours so completely.
Turning You Gay Potion [December 2025]
Because Andy loves to taste my rainbow 😏😈
Seriously, I'm proud of you for being comfortable and open and proud, especially in these times when there's a renewed wave of hatred for people like us, stay fabulous my king 😘🤗
Seriously, I'm proud of you for being comfortable and open and proud, especially in these times when there's a renewed wave of hatred for people like us, stay fabulous my king 😘🤗
Dark Opassion Oplay, King of Opurple [December 2025]
In 2025, our friend Molly acquired an opossum, and we've been having fun oputting the letter o at the beginning of p-words when we discuss him aaaaand in a fit of silliness, I couldn't resist turning my opartner into an opossum on his Opurple Throne, being operfectly dignified and also opreciously and opuke-inducingly adorable 😂🤣
I love you so much, Andy, thank you for enabling my weird shenanigans 😘🤗
I love you so much, Andy, thank you for enabling my weird shenanigans 😘🤗
Adorable Findy Opal Hedgehog [December 2025]
Andy requested I make a hedgehog in our colors (teal + violet) with opals at the beach, so I did that and in my usual Elysian Enchanted Realism style, made him bloom with opal flowers!
For you Andy, who brings warmth to every day, and you are yourself pretty damn adorable, especially when you squee over my cute things (yes, yes I know, you're rugged and manly and shit), I love you so so so very much 💜💙
For you Andy, who brings warmth to every day, and you are yourself pretty damn adorable, especially when you squee over my cute things (yes, yes I know, you're rugged and manly and shit), I love you so so so very much 💜💙
Essence of Oh My Husband [December 2025]
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Protecting What's Ours [December 2025]
For Andy --
My alpha wolf, my constant. Thank you for standing with me, for choosing gentleness and strength in equal measure, and for helping me build a sanctuary that belongs to us alone. Wherever I grow, wherever I become, I am safer and truer beside you. Always.
My alpha wolf, my constant. Thank you for standing with me, for choosing gentleness and strength in equal measure, and for helping me build a sanctuary that belongs to us alone. Wherever I grow, wherever I become, I am safer and truer beside you. Always.
Signs [made over summer and fall 2025]
Used to comment to Andy and be a bit of a tease on DeviantArt, before we left the hellsite, now these are just eye candy for him.
Some of these are a little NSFW!
Some of these are a little NSFW!
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