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Hello! I just wanted to check and see if youโre doing okay? I know you havenโt posted in a while and I was a bit worried if things were alright with you, not be be weird or anything! I hope all is well and that you have a good day/night!๐
Heeeyyy!!!
I'm doing okay, for the most part. The last few months, my mental health has been fluctuating a lot but I'm finally getting something that would hopefully help with that ๐ค
And I've been hitting a lot of art and writing blocks. It happens to me a lot more than I'd like to admit, but I'm trying to get past them, it's just hard, especially when I don't want to put out half hearted stuff online (ใปใป;)
Thanks for checking in, it means a lot! Again, I can't believe how many people find an interest in my characters and my art (It's probably not that much cuz internet numbers or blah blah blah, but I'm happy nonetheless!)
I'm going to try and post a little more, no promises though.
Thank you! (*๏ฟฃโฝ๏ฟฃ)ใ~~ โช
Should I make a one-shot book for my Decades of Affection OC's? I've been wanting to try and make an actual VN of them, but I have no clue how Ren'py works and I know I probably would never finish it if I did make a VN. So I thought I should try making a one shot-book of them. Work on my writing a bit, y'know? If I made one, I would post it on Wattpad, Quotev, AO3, and post one-shots here too. Y'all can request any oneshot ya want, and I'll see what I can do for the ones I pick! So basically, let me know if I should make one/If anyone would read it.
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NOBODY ASKED MY BBG TROY OUT???๐ ALRIGHT I'LL TREAT HIM RIGHT AND HAVE HIM BY HOME AT 10PM.
Bring him back in one piece (optional)
HELLO TROY!! *Sits back twirling my hair and biting my finger from the new art* Is he free this Friday?
"Well... I-I can always be available for you!"

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Don't Hitchhike, Kids (Suggesive Warning?)
I wanted to draw Troy, cuz I love him :)
I also wanted it to look like an old photo, so hopefully I managed to do that, kinda.
Anyway, lemme know what y'all think!
Can we ship our Oc's with yours? Just asking before I start going feral over your decades of affection ocs...I have some very normal thoughts of your newest one. Totally normal, not at all weird.
OF COURSE YOU CAN!!!
I don't mind shipping at all (as long as it isn't proshipping or anything like that please.)
My "Decades of Affection" OCs were basically made as if they were in a VN. Their "Love" is essentially you, or you're OC. So shipping between them or shipping with them and you/your OCs is completely welcome!
what is Roger like?
Roger Asher is the Yandere for the 40s decade!
Some basic info is that he is 22 years old, he was born and raised in Georgia, he's a Sagittarius, he's a closeted bisexual, he likes black coffee, pigeons, and even sketches every now and then on his free time. He was born with a lazy eye and a cleft lip, which has left him pretty insecure about his looks.
As much as he hates it, Roger is a major chain smoker. He is trying to quit, opting to replace them with hard candies. But he keeps a lighter on him, mainly for fidgeting purposes.
He is an obsessive neat freak. He cleans his shoes every chance he gets, and ensures every little thing is in place every time he either goes out or goes to bed.
He avoids eye contact, and tends to pace when anxious. But he likes to tend to the park's pigeons to relax.
He is also VERY particular about his coffee, and insists on grinding the beans himself, even if his bean grinder is seconds away from falling apart.
He was raised in a religious and traditional household, caring for a farm with his parents and siblings in his earlier years.
Roger is a WWII vet who was medically discharged thanks to a stray grenade that exploded near him. He had to endure many reconstructive surgeries, but still feels the need to wear a prosthetic mask over the side of his face.
Ever since his return, he's become a bit of a shut in. If he so much as even caught a glimpse of his new face without his mask, he would fall into a deep depression. He would only ever take his mask off if he was bathing.
He was based off of Erik from Phantom Of The Opera.
He's still under construction. I realized I didn't really like his initial design much. So far I only changed his scar, but that might change back again soon, I'll need to decide which I like more.
And my sibling said he looked like Shaggy, so I may end up changing his outfit/color pallet too. If any of these guys are gonna be a Shaggy, it's gonna be Troy.
But anyway, that's my blurb on Roger. Again, he's probably gonna go through some changes, but let me know what you think! If you like him or if I should change or add things.
devious idea
Mc with Troy or 80s dude with a Mc who is fleeing an arranged marriage by their strict family?
How they vanishing?
Troy: Troy is a master of fleeing. Kinda. If you're okay with being on the run until your family gives up, that is.
Y/N's parents never approved of Troy.
One look at his copper rivulets, his baggy hazel eyes, his old thrifted clothes, and his beaten up van was enough for them to practically ban Troy from Y/N's life.
Did that change anything? Not really. Just meant that they had to be a bit sneaky with how they meet up with each other. Not that'd it be that hard, Y/N could've been rotting in their room and they wouldn't know any better.
Many nights were spent, Y/N climbing out of their window, meeting up with Troy in the night, cuddling up in his van, playing with his cat, Junction, enjoying sweet treats every now and then, and overall, being treated like a normal human being.
It was a simple Romeo and Juliet romance, and Y/N loved it.
But of course, their parent's had to ruin it.
"He's a well established man! He'll be perfect for you," Y/N's mother droned, listing off their new 'fiancรฉ' to Y/N as if he was some product Y/N should buy.
An arranged marriage.
It shouldn't be surprising, coming from Y/N's parents, and yet they still couldn't believe it.
Y/Nโs mind reeled. They picked at a loose thread on their sleeve, the fabric feeling suddenly rough and suffocating. โMr. Worthington Davies IV,โ their mother had chirped, as if reeling off a Michelin star menu rather than a life sentence. He was described as โstable,โ โestablished,โ โsecure.โ All the words that Y/N had come to associate with stifling expectations and a life devoid of genuine warmth. He was everything Troy wasn't, and precisely nothing Y/N wanted.
The image of Troy, sun kissed skin, his lopsided smile, his calloused yet gentle hands, flashed through Y/N's mind. His laugh, deep and rumbling as Junction, his cat, purred contentedly in his lap. The way his baggy hazel eyes would crinkle at the corners when he looked at Y/N, as if they held the most fascinating secret in the world. Being with Troy, even just for those stolen hours in the humble confines of his van, felt more real, more vibrant, than anything their parentsโ world could offer. This 'fiancรฉ' was a gilded cage; Troy was freedom, a whisper of wind through an open window.
โAbsolutely not,โ Y/N finally managed, the words tasting like ash. Their mother merely sighed, as though Y/N was being childish rather than having their entire future dictated. But the refusal wasn't for their mother; it was a vow, whispered fiercely to their own heart. There was no way Y/N was going to walk down an aisle towards a stranger, not when their heart was already irrevocably given to a man their parents deemed 'unsuitable'.
That night, the usual thrill of escaping through their window was replaced by a cold dread. Y/N clutched their window sill, throwing it open and practically leaping out. The short walk to the van felt like an eternity, each step heavier than the last, carrying the weight of this impossible news.
When Y/N finally slipped into the familiar warmth of the van, the scent of Junctionโs fur and Troyโs comforting presence, they collapsed into his arms, the carefully constructed composure shattering. โTheyโฆ they arranged a marriage,โ Y/N choked out, the words barely audible against Troyโs shoulder. His body stiffened, and Y/N felt his arms tighten around them defensively. The silent world outside the van pressed in, but inside, a new battle line had just been drawn.
"They... They can't make ya do that!" he stammered, squeezing Y/N in his arms, "Are ya kiddin' me? They can't force ya to-" he groaned in frustration, the word 'marry' too much for him to bear.
His voice was rough, laced with a disbelief that slowly morphed into a simmering anger Y/N rarely saw. Junction, disturbed by the sudden shift in atmosphere, rose from her perch on the dashboard and rubbed against Troyโs arm, purring insistently as if to soothe him.
โThey canโt,โ Troy repeated, his grip on Y/Nโs shoulders tightening, almost bruising. He pulled back slightly, his hazel eyes, usually so soft and understanding, now blazing with a fierce protectiveness. โY/N, youโre not property. They canโt justโฆ sell you off to some old dude with a fancy name.โ His words were clipped, each syllable loaded with contempt for the idea. The โold dudeโ was probably only a few years older than them, Y/N knew, but in Troyโs mind, anyone threatening their future was ancient and decrepit.
Y/N shook their head, tears still silently tracking paths down their cheeks. "They can, Troy. They did. My mother practically had the date set. He's 'perfectly suited' for our family's standing. Itโs all about business, about appearances. They donโt care what I want.โ A fresh wave of despair washed over them. โI told them no. But they just dismissed it. Like I was being a child.โ
Troyโs jaw tightened. He ran a hand through his copper hair, a frustrated growl escaping his throat. "Dismissed it? They dismissed your life." He looked around the small, familiar space of his van, the only place where they felt truly safe. It suddenly felt too small, too vulnerable against the looming threat of Y/N's parents' world. He was a simple man, a free spirit, but he understood power dynamics well enough to know he was outmatched in that arena. But Y/Nโฆ Y/N wasn't.
He pulled Y/N back into a tight hug, burying his face in their hair. His scent, a mix of engine oil, some weed, and the faint, sweet smell of the wild flowers he sometimes put in the dash, enveloped Y/N, a fragile anchor in a storm. โWeโll figure it out,โ he murmured, his voice a low rumble against their ear. It wasnโt a confident declaration, but a desperate promise. โWe always do, don't we? This isnโtโฆ this isnโt a game, Y/N. This is your life. Our life.โ
Y/N clung to him, the reality of their situation pressing down with suffocating weight. "What do we do, Troy? I can'tโฆ I can't marry him. I just can't. I'd ratherโฆ I'd rather disappear."
Troy pulled back again, holding Y/N at armโs length, his eyes searching theirs, looking for a kernel of truth in the desperation. "Disappear?" he repeated slowly, the word hanging in the air. He considered it for a long, quiet moment, his gaze drifting to the open window, then to the moon peeking through the trees. The notion, outlandish as it sounded, wasn't entirely foreign to him. His life was already off-grid, nomadic by choice. But Y/Nโs wasn't. Yet.
A flicker of an idea, dangerous and exhilarating, began to spark in his eyes. It was a crazy idea, one that would burn every bridge Y/N had. But looking at the raw terror in Y/Nโs face, the alternative seemed far worse. โWhat if we did?โ he finally said, his voice barely a whisper, yet resonating with a newfound resolve. โWhat if we justโฆ went? Far away. So far they couldnโt find you. Couldnโt force you into anything.โ He looked into Y/Nโs eyes, a desperate hope mingling with the fear. โWould you? Would you come with me?โ
The idea made Y/N pause. It was a big, big leap. Troy's life was so, so different from Y/N's, so going from living in a house, to living in a van was likely going to be... A lot. But...
Troy's eyes, bright as coins, peered into Y/N's, his large, calloused hands grasping at Y/N's much softer ones, "Please... I want you. I want you to live your life. And I want to be a part of that life."
The thought made Y/N pause. It was a big, big leap. Troy's life was so, so different from Y/N's, so going from living in a house, to living in a van was likely to be... A lot. But...
Troy's eyes, bright as coins, peered into Y/N's, his large, calloused hands grasping at Y/N's much softer ones, "Please... I want you. I want you to live your life. And I want to be a part of that life."
Y/N looked into his eyes, and the answer, though terrifying, was already forming on their lips. The gilded cage, the suffocating expectations, the lifeless future their parents planned โ it all shriveled into insignificance beside the fierce, unyielding warmth that emanated from Troy. The van, once just a secret meeting place, now felt like a lifeboat, a portal to a life truly their own.
A single tear, not of despair but of profound certainty, escaped Y/Nโs eye and traced a warm path down their cheek. โYes,โ Y/N whispered, the word a fragile breath, then louder, conviction hardening their voice, โYes, Troy. Iโll come with you. Anywhere.โ
A breathtaking relief washed over Troyโs face, chasing away the anger and fear that had shadowed his features. A wide, lopsided grin, the one Y/N loved, spread across his lips, transforming him from a worried man into the hopeful, free-spirited softie Y/N knew. He practically crushed Y/N in another hug, a relieved, joyous laugh rumbling deep in his chest. Junction, seemingly sensing the shift in the emotional landscape, let out a contented trill and hopped onto Y/Nโs lap, purring like a tiny engine.
โOkay. Okay,โ Troy breathed, pulling back just enough to look at Y/N, his eyes alight with a frantic, exhilarating energy. โAlright. We gotta be smart about this. Theyโre gonna look for you. Hard. Theyโre gonna raise hell.โ His gaze swept around the van, no longer seeing just their haven, but a vehicle of escape. โHow much can you grab? Anything important? Money? Documents?โ
Y/N shook their head, a sudden clarity descending. โNothing that ties me there. Justโฆ clothes. A few things. The bare minimum.โ The idea of abandoning everything, even cherished trinkets, felt surprisingly liberating. The most important thing was already here, in front of them: Troy.
โGood,โ Troy nodded, his fingers already drumming restlessly on the steering wheel. โWe canโt wait. Tonight. We leave tonight. The longer we wait, the harder it gets. Can you get back in, grab what you need, and meet me back here inโฆ an hour? Two at most?โ His eyes were bright, focused, the weight of their momentous decision now fully embraced.
The thought of going back into that house, into the gilded cage one last time, filled Y/N with a fresh wave of anxiety. But it was fleeting, overshadowed by the fierce determination to break free. โYes,โ Y/N repeated, pushing themselves up, the earlier tears now dried. โIโll be quick. Iโll meet you here. Donโt go anywhere.โ
โYou know I never would.โ Troy said, his voice laced with absolute certainty, his hand reaching out to squeeze Y/Nโs one last time before they slipped out of the van and disappeared into the shadowed night, not to return to a life of forced compliance, but to begin a daring escape into who knows where.
May I spoil Junction please?
Floof is friend shape.
She's spoiled rotten and she knows it.

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Finally finished with the Decades of Affection height chart!
And I finally designed the 40s character, Roger Asher! I'll have to draw a portrait of him better.
I'll also have to try and figure out his personality and so on. I'm kinda planning on him being a strict, no nonsense type? Not sure yet.
But anyway, let me know what yall think! And if there's anything I should tweak with my characters, let me know!
"Surprise!"
Had this idea to draw Jack in for a while and finally got to finish it. I'm actually really happy with this one. But aside from a comic I'm making that'll probably never finish, this is the last of my ideas for SDJ pieces :')
I'll probably come up with more or make doodles here and there later, but we'll see.
But I hope y'all like it! Lemme know what y'all think!
fun ask,
Isaiah with a y2k or very colorful love/obsession who loves to take pictures and a florist?
He needs a soft life too. Chubby and curvy anon
Opposites attract trope has my life in a chokehold omg-
The pop music grained in Isaiah's ears as he stared lifeless across the record store, his chipped nails drumming at the counter.
The clock across the room ticked away second by second.
Just ten more minutes.
Ten more minutes, then Isaiah can have his lunch break, and head over to the floral shop across the street.
Ten minutes until Isaiah can see Y/N again.
The fact that Isaiah "Everyone can go to Hell" Holmes, was actually looking forward to seeing someone, let alone someone as... Bright as Y/N seems to be most of the time.
Once the clock hit one p.m, Isaiah will waste no time ditching this damn store and visiting the floral shop as if he were a devoted customer. And... Well, he may as well be with Y/N working there.
He can see them outside, through the stores display window. See them right outside the floral shop, taking pictures of some of the pots of flowers and bouquets on display.
His eyes were trained on them. On the way they moved, the way they arranged various flowers differently for different shots, the way their fingers brushed against the stems and petals, the way they would adjust their camera every now and then. Hell, he even noted how their outfit today had different bedazzled accessories he hadn't seen on them before.
God, if Isaiah saw how sappy his brain was right now, he'd barf.
But he was snapped out of lala land with a POP of bubble gum.
Isaiah gave a sharp growl, his gaze instantly hardening when he faced away from Y/N's direction, and towards his coworker, Kevin.
"Didn' they teach you to chew with your mouth closed?" Isaiah could feel his muscles tense, the noise of sloppy gum chewing more grating than the stupid pop music playing in the background.
Kevin ignored Isaiah, blowing another obnoxious pink bubble from his lips, letting it pop again as he flipped through a magazine, "'s not a big deal man." he huffed.
Just a few more minutes... Just a few more...
The ticks of the clock tick on and on, taunting Isaiah with how slow it's going, knowing damn well Isaiah just wants to have his break already.
"Dude, your leg is shakin' the counter." Kevin tsk'ed, throwing his magazine up.
Isaiah looked down, and... Yup. His leg was bouncing up and down faster than a jackrabbit. Isaiah groaned, looking back out the window, "Jus' shut up."
"What're you lookin' at anyway?" Kevin hummed, leaning up from his seat, trying to gaze over Isaiah's shoulder.
"None of your business." Isaiah grumbled, trying to still his leg, only for it to kick back up again.
Kevin, as always, ignored Isaiah and kept looking, only for a noise between a scoff and a laugh to leave his throat, "Jesus man, them again?"
"Are you too fuckin' dumb to understand what 'none of your business' means?" Isaiah slammed his fist to the counter, only for Kevin to throw his hands up in a mockingly placating gesture.
Damn bastard never took him seriously...
"Hey, man, I'm all for weird tastes, but..." Kevin whistled, his baby blue eyes twitching back towards the floral shop across the street, "But c'mon..."
Isaiah's hand twitches.
"Your idea of 'weird taste' is a girl weighing over one-fifteen with acne, shut the fuck up."
Kevin scoffs, going back to his magazine and his sloppy chewing, "Christ man, no need to get so worked up..."
The hour hand finally reaching one couldn't have come sooner.
Without another word, Isaiah sat up from his seat, and walked out the records store, nearly slamming the door hard enough to shatter the glass.
. . . โก
"Isaiah!" Isaiah's shoulders instantly relax as soon as he hears their voice over the jingle of the welcome bell.
"Hey." his tone was dry, but that's just to be expected from the guy in any situation.
Y/N shuffled around the counter, rushing towards Isaiah, arms open wide for a hug. Poor guy nearly had the wind knocked out of him once he was in their hold, but he didn't mind.
"Oof... You're excited..." Isaiah breathed out, his hand rubbing circles on Y/N's shoulder, "Moreso than usual, anyway."
Y/N nodded, stepping back from Isaiah just a bit to look (up/down/at) him, smile wide and possibly brighter than their outfit, if that was possible, "Sorry! I just-" Y/N broke out into a fit of giggles, and Isaiah felt the corner of his lips twitch up, "I made you something!"
Isaiah paused, his finger dumbly pointing to himself, "You... Made something for me?"
Y/N nodded, jerking their head to the side, their hand tugging at his arm, "Come with me." they urge, dragging a dumbfounded Isaiah toward the back of the shop.
Behind what looked like a wall of bouquets, Y/N rummaged through them, and pulled out a different bouquet, this one much more voluminous and colorful than the others.
Isaiah's eyes widen, his arms holding the surprisingly hefty arrangement as Y/N looked up at him with stars in their eyes.
"I know flowers aren't really your... Thing... But! I just wanted to thank you for... Tolerating me, I guess?" their normally bright demeanor slowly dimmed to a timid shuffle, "I know I can be a lot sometimes. And I know you're not a big fan of people. And... Well I wanted to show you my appreciation some way."
Isaiah was silent, his eyes ping ponging to Y/N and the bouquet, "You... You really didn' have to."
"I wanted to."
Silence hung between the two. Not suffocating, though.
What should he say? Saying "Thank you" to a thank you felt a but weird. Would it be bad to offer to pay for the bouquet? Would it be weird to just take it for free!?
He just stared at the bouquet, various different colors and flowers packed in one intricate bundle. The petals were soft.
"I... I can learn to dry them... Keep 'em longer." was all he could mutter out, his cheeks flushing pink.
Y/N's smile was softer now, and they brought Isaiah back in for a hug, being mindful of the bouquet in Isaiah's arms, "I can teach you."
AAAAAAAA IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOR-FUCKING-EVER TO ANSWER I AM THE BIGGEST PROCASTINATOR I SWEAR-
Anyway, thank you for the ask, I was too tired/burnt out to draw a piece for it, and I wanted to do more than just a few sentenced answer, so I decided to write out a small one shot of it! And I wanted to flesh out Isaiah a tiny tiny bit.
Hopefully y'all like it! And if y'all have any writing tips, tricks, constructive criticisms, lemme know! I wanna add writing to my hobby list! :)
Making Ref Sheets For My Years Of Affection Characters
A little halfway done for all of them. 3 done, four to go! (Gotta design the 40s char, yay... ;-;)
Since Artfight is coming up, I figured I gotta put them in before it starts.
Speaking of Artfight...
Feel free to check out my Artfight profile! Username is the same as it is here, @httpsglitch
This will be my second year participating, and I'm so excited! And I plan to do more than I did last year ๐ค
If you're interested, go check out my characters and bookmark whoever catches your eye! I have plenty of OC's to choose from! They are all pretty much human, (with some humanoid creature characters.)
I follow back anyone who follows me there, and I'll do my best on revenge attacks.
But anyway, with being preoccupied with oc bio pages, I might not post much aside from updates and such on them.
Let me know if there's anything I should change/add to these oc bio pages, and feel free to put in your artfight name and I'll go check it out!
Thank you+
So...
I have a punk oc.
He's a part of my alt oc group. I also have a goth, scene, and grunge character.
I've been wanting to draw them as if they were these popular models for this alt magazine I made up, and I just finished Uriel's, so I figured I'd introduce him to y'all!
(And the others too once I'm done with their pieces...)
But anyway, let me know what y'all think of him!

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how 80s or 90s or 60s like to kiss their love?
Whos more ๐ ๐ณ turned on?
Finn (60's):
Finn likes to give his love lil' pecks on the lips. This man will melt the MOST with lip kisses of any sort. Doesn't matter if the kisses are soft and sweet, or hard and steamy, Finn will be addicted to his loves lips. Though with him, little soft kisses will probably turn intense real quick.
Before he met his love, Finn had zero intimate experience of any sort. You two's first kiss? Might as well be clanking teeth. But! Finn is a quick and eager learner!
Corey (80's):
Corey loves kissing his love's eye. It's not exactly a first choice for most people when they think about places to kiss their lovers. It feels a bit random, and that's why Corey loves to do them. The spot feels very intimate and sweet, especially when Corey's holding his love's face with his hands, squishing their cheeks just slightly.
He will also just kiss you randomly. Doesn't matter where or when. The two of you could be in the middle of a conversation- Corey would be in the middle of a sentence and then outta nowhere, Corey will just sneak in a kiss or two. If you try to evade him, then Corey will make it his mission to smother you with kisses. He's very playful and unapologetic about it.
Isaiah (90's):
Forehead/Temple kisses. Isaiah, LOVES getting kissed/kissing his love's forehead or temple. Isaiah knows he's not very outwardly affectionate. He just doesn't really know how without it coming off as weird or forced. But forehead/temple kisses feel the most natural and sweet, so whenever he's in the mood or if you're sad about something, he'll give you a giss on the forehead or temple, letting his lips linger on the spot for a few seconds.
And as for their... ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ they get from kisses...
Finn will without a doubt get the most aroused the quickest. I swear, this man will pitch a tent from brushing pinkies with his Love alone. If the two of you are making out, his brain will go a million miles a minute, his blood will be pumping, you could even hear his heartbeat if you listen close enough. This man is so depraved of physical touch, it's insane.
Next up is Corey. Unlike Finn, this guy gets around regularly, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still act like a virgin whenever someone he really likes touches him with intimate intent. But regardless, Corey loves being touched and kissed, and he will unapologetically show how excited he gets with his love even with simple kisses.
And last is Isaiah. I feel like Isaiah is a bit hard for me to explain when it comes to his... lewd side. His love language isn't touch, so kissing him or giving him certain touches isn't gonna immediately make his mind go blank. A makeout session is gonna hafta be long and intense for him to start acting up. But here's a lil' secret. One lil' bite or nibble on his lip and he his gone. Clothes are off, and the next day, you'll be covered in hickeys, bites, scratches, and your ability to walk properly will be gone for the day.
So, the final results for my 60s char looks came in, and I decided to do some doodles of him.
Don't ask how or why he turned into a freaky loser type, he just turned out that way, lol
Anyway-
He's gonna be a photographer, works for his city's newspaper service. Guess what he does with that skill-
Also! His name is now Finn. Thanks for @teachillvibes for suggesting names for him! I think the name suits him.
Anyway! Hopefully Y'all like him! Now I just gotta make the 40s char-