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Saffron

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Roxanne sidesteps this a little, being grey-skinned (and showing it) along with her horns and tail. Being more human-presenting actually fits her character because she's image-conscious, she's spent years using enchantments to pass as human, her whole arc is about living without her disguise. That would be a harder arc to pull off if demons were too disparate from humans physiologically.

But Saffron and Luna don't have the same narrative pass. They're not hiding their species or learning not to hide it. They're just designed with human faces because that's the default for women, especially in stories with romance elements, and it doesn't have to be.

Give me Luna with compound eyes instead of just big glasses. Feathery antennae that look like a part of her head instead of sprouting clean from human skin. Moth fuzz that isn't confined to her hands and neck. Perhaps a proboscis is too far, but something different about her mouth that reflects how alien insects are in that regard.

Give me Saffron with horizontal pupils and fur that doesn't stop at the waistline. Not even full body necessarily, but creeping up the sides, the back, the arms at least! I know the classic interpretation of a faun is fully human on top apart from the horns, but the classic interpretation is also a goat instead of a deer, so... clearly we've got wiggle room in design. Give her ears that are more deer than human, longer and mobile, and a broader nose with wider nostrils.

Here ya go folks, all the Potionomics: Masterwork Edition cutscenes I recorded during my first playthrough of the game! Every character has their rank 7, 10 and 11 scene up. Only exceptions are Muktuk’s rank 9 and Boss Finn who has every rank up scene and the one following his defeat (I just really wanted to hear William Sopp whine as a shark man ya'll I am weak).

Saffron (Potionomics) - she/her - Lesbian "You're cute, Sylvia. I think I like you."

And here’s my version! (For now!)

Part 9 of 13

(link to Part 1)

Countdown to Potionomics Valentine's, Feb 13-15

Saffron and Finn

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Saffron didn’t get many visitors. That was by design; she liked most people best when they were hypothetical or far away. Her garden was quiet. Her trees didn't interrupt.

She especially didn't get many visitors when it was raining. So when someone knocked, she paused.

Then she opened the door to find Finn standing just beyond her cottage eaves, soaked through, one hand propped on a support beam.

“Heya,” he said with a half-wave.

Saffron smiled. “I thought you hated the woods.”

“Hate's a strong word. Let's just say they're outta my depth.” His gaze made a circuit of the grove before returning to her. “But it's nice weather we're havin', and I got somethin' on my mind, so…”

Saffron settled against the doorframe. No point inviting him inside when the drizzle clearly agreed with him. Instead, her ears flicked forward attentively.

“Didja know she sleeps in an armchair?”

“Pardon?”

"Sylvia. That armchair in her shop." Finn rubbed his neck. "Fine enough for sittin', but nobody oughta be crashin' there at the end of the day."

Saffron's nose wrinkled. It was no wonder Sylvia carried so much tension in her shoulders, twisted up in an armchair night after night. "And you want me to build her a bed."

"Can't buy one for her. She'd never let it through the door." Finn pulled a small iron key from his pocket, spun it on one finger. "But if a real pal set it up while she was out..." He looked at her sidelong, teeth carving a conspiratorial grin.

"Mmm. So you want me to build her a bed, inside her shop, when she isn't home." Though one skeptical brow lifted, laughter threaded beneath her words.

“Nothin' fancy. She'd reject it on principle. Just… better than a chair. She'd never ask for one. Won’t buy one. But if it’s already there…”

“She might use it," Saffron finished.

“Might get some decent sleep.” The sly smile fell away. "Look, she just oughta have somethin' that doesn't fight back when she actually conks out."

Saffron pictured the space in that shop: the back room, the little corner Sylvia surrendered to function. A place to tuck something quiet and useful and comfortable.

“Oak,” she said after a thoughtful moment. “I’ve got an old door that wants to be something new.”

Finn exhaled, his stance loosening. "Appreciate it."

"I appreciate you letting me know about her sleeping arrangements." Saffron cocked her head. "But I'm doing this for her sake. Because she deserves rest. There's no need for you to thank me."

“If you say so.” He scratched his jaw. “But if you do somethin’ for her, it kinda feels like you're doin’ me a favor, too.” Then his tailfin flicked like he could reel the thought back. "In a way."

Ah. There it was—the admission he'd trekked through unfamiliar woods to make without quite making it. The warmth of his worry, slow-burning and steady. Saffron shifted her shoulder against the doorframe, grounding herself in the familiar grain. She could work with that kind of care.

"In a way," she echoed.

Finn gave a skeptical snort—at himself or the situation, Saffron couldn't tell—before handing her the spare key. "Well, thanks anyway. For takin' it on." He stepped back into the rain, looking more settled already. "I owe you one."

"You don't," Saffron said, but the forest was already closing around him.