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[boss-finn]

Hello!! Call me Mars :)

(My personal posts tag is still #vivi speaks)

22 yrs old. He/Him pronouns.

Quick rundown: Trans FtM, AuDHD + Schizoaffective Bipolar, ENTP 3w2. I also really, really love Boss Finn.

For my interests and other info, you can look at my shiny new carrd!

Other than that, my askbox and messages are always open. Have fun!

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[xidrielthebard]

my potiontrade piece for @seratoninjunkie31 yes yes 😊

[alabamaoliveoil]

Potion trade gift for @voltnez !! I had sooo much fun with this one and I really hope you like it!!

[ripowal]

A Rare Kind of Rhyming Triplet

"I have no rhyme for you. My flippers were not made for rhyming. My heart was not made for waiting, either, so I find I am short on both counts tonight."

Or: Rafta's poetry slam relocates to a new venue, and Sylvia ends up watching both her partners take the stage to recite love poems. Muktuk, who cannot rhyme to save his life, and Roxanne, who very likely has.

Fandom: Potionomics Ship: Muktuk/Roxanne/Sylvia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 6,000 Warnings: None

A/N: Written for PotionTrade2026. A gift fic for @gazulu as part of the blind art trade!

Thank you so much for the opportunity to write this request, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😁

Excerpt:

"This is going to be excruciating," Roxanne groused, folding her arms. "Watching amateur poets perform earnest self-expression should qualify as cruel and unusual punishment. And I've been good."

Sylvia laughed, nudging her shoulder as they walked along the cobbled street. "That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear from you."

"Neither did I, dear. Yet here we are." Her gaze flicked sideways, sharp and amused. "You're a terribly good influence."

"Not too good, I hope."

Roxanne hummed, dragging the sound out like she had all the time in the world. Then, without breaking stride, she reached over. Velvet-gloved fingers swept a stray lock of hair back behind Sylvia's ear as though dusting off a display piece she particularly admired, lingering out of habit.

“Mm.” Roxanne’s smile softened at the edges; candid in a way she rarely allowed outside closed doors. “I’d say you know exactly how to walk the line.”

Flushing instantly, Sylvia huffed a quiet snort out of sheer fluster. She didn’t quite manage to formulate a reply before the forge came into view, mercifully sparing her the attempt.

The familiar silhouette of Muktuk's massive sled loomed ahead, firelight spilling out to illuminate the surrounding plaza. Roxanne patted Sylvia's cheek lightly, punctuating the moment.

“I suppose I can suffer through it.” Her theatrical sigh carried a great deal of carefully curated suffering. “For you.”

Sylvia’s mouth twitched. That sigh was doing a lot. Namely, an impressive amount of heaving, and none of it accidental.

"Speaking of suffering," Sylvia dropped casually, "I bet it's going to be at least a hundred degrees in there. Muktuk said he'd keep the furnace roaring. Just for you."

Roxanne perked up almost imperceptibly. An unmistakable flick of her tail betraying interest, an easing of her shoulders, before the rest of her remembered dignity. She drew herself up with regal bearing; a queen graciously accepting tribute.

"Darling," she said, squeezing Sylvia's hand once in faux admonition, "you really should have led with that."

Sylvia grinned. "Unfortunately, it seems someone's penchant for drama has rubbed off on me."

Roxanne gave an elegant sniff and lifted her chin a fraction higher, as if the accusation were beneath formal response. Which, Sylvia noted with satisfaction, wasn't actually a denial.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/89289756

[esins]

Ta-da! My gift for @ripowal for their Potionomics blind art trade! I was asked to draw their Finn/Sylvia fankid, Cordelia and their fanpet(? is that a term?) Barnacle! I had a lot of fun with this. Thank you to Ripo for hosting this event!

[rockgaara]

This is my PotionTrade gift entry for @alabamaoliveoil !

I hope you like it, it was kind a challenge I put myself in! But I enjoyed making it, it was lots of fun. ☺️

It's summertime!! 🌊🌊🌊

[art-crosternum]

A Summer gardening day with Corsac! Hi hi!! This is my gift to @esins for the Potionomics 2026 Summer Blind Trade!!! Hope ya like it, so glad I was given a chance to draw my bestie Corsac again! <3 Yippee!!!!! Thank you so much to Ripowal again for organizing this event, so so excited to see what everyone cooked! (Little bonus warmup doodles under the cut!)

[sireenthered]

Potionomics 2026 Secret Summer Trade

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89311701

My contribution to the trade! This is for @rockgaara, but I hope you all enjoy!

Also; this PORN. If you are NOT 18+, please DNI!

[voltnez]

I'm participating in Potionomics 2026 Summer Blind Trade. This is my part for @art-crosternum Thank you so much for the opportunity to draw different pairings of this game. I hope you enjoy it! :3с

[boss-finn]

@xidrielthebard 🎉🎉🎉 HERES A XID FOR YOU!!! I HOPE U ENJOY!!!!

[ripowal]

Sign-ups are OPEN!

👉 Sign up here: [FORM LINK]

📃 Detailed event info here: [INFO PAGE LINK]

The Potionomics Blind Art/Fic Trade is officially starting!

Think secret santa, but in summer! You'll make something for a fellow Potionomics fan, and someone will make something for you in turn. Visual art, writing, and crafts are all art, all skill levels are welcome, and every Potionomics character, ship, and OC are fair game. Low-key and low-pressure. Shoot for something you can finish in a couple of sittings. (but if you're having fun, you don't have to limit yourself)

📅 Quick timeline: Sign-ups // June 17–30 Partners assigned // July 1–5 Creation // July 6–26 Posting // July 27–31

Questions? Send an ask or DM @ripowal anytime. And please reblog/share to help spread the word. The more the merrier!

[ripowal]

Poll results are in and it looks like there’s solid interest, so… the Potionomics blind art trade this summer is a go!

👉 Planning to open signups June 17 (more details soon!)

This is going to be a short and sweet event, very chill and low-commitment. Creators of all skill levels welcome!

If you’re interested and don’t want to miss signups:

I’ll be tagging updates with #potiontrade2026 → so follow that tag

you can also follow me/keep an eye on my pinned post

or comment here and I'll @ you when signups go live

(if you're off tumblr a lot, I can email you if you like, just dm me)

Thank you to everyone who voted and reblogged!! 🧪 I’m really excited to put on another inclusive community event for our lovely little fandom!

(and please reblog/share if you know more fans of the game who might want to hop in!)

[boss-finn]

Item: The Memory Squeegee Rarity: ⏶ Common

What game would you erase from your memory just to experience it for the first time again?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

100% Baldurs Gate 3. It's so fantastic and i'd love to experience it fresh again

[ripowal]

Chapter 1: Spring 1-5

"Nothing much is wrong at first. That's how they get you."

Fandom: Stardew Valley Crossover: Cthulhu Mythos Rating: Teen and Up Character: Original Farmer (unnamed, ambiguous gender) Word Count: 5,716 ⚠ CW: Ambient dread, grief/mourning, isolation, slow-build horror

Summary:

The return to Pelican Town was meant to be a reset: a reclamation of the family farm, a shift toward simplicity. Instead, the farmer finds advanced decay, trees that crowd and suffocate, and neighbors out of alignment with recollection.

Through daily entries, they attempt to rebuild, to impose order on grief and a growing sense of unease. Track the costs, make repairs, catalog progress. But the soil is wrong. The air hums. Time stretches uneven. A contamination is seeping into the fabric of the valley.

Beneath the ground, below the waves, beyond the sky… something is stirring.

A/N: This fic has been on hiatus while I restructure some plot things, but I realized I never posted it to tumblr in the first place. Trying to manifest the mindset back—please put some spooky ooky candles in a circle for me.

Excerpt:

Spring, Day 1

I don't know what possessed me to bring this old thing. Actually, I do, but the reasons feel thin now that I'm holding it. The leather's cracked from neglect and it smells like the back of a filing cabinet. Stale paper and institutional glue. But it felt necessary. As though by writing, I could impose structure. Translate grief into something indexable. That was the theory, anyway.

Grandpa died last spring. I wasn't there.

That still doesn't feel real. Or it does, but from a distance. Like a calendar notification I dismissed without truly reading. Maybe I only felt the weight when I sliced open the envelope. His handwriting had a tremor, but it was undeniably his. Blue ink, of course. (Always insisted on blue. Said black was impersonal.)

We hadn't seen each other in years. Over a decade. I always told myself I'd visit after the quarter ended, or once the next launch wrapped, or when I had time to breathe again. Postponements that felt reasonable in the moment, when my career grew by leaps and bounds. But time doesn't keep deferrals on record. It simply moves forward.

He left me the farm.

The whole thing. The actual acreage. The decaying infrastructure. The silence. A patch of land on the outskirts of a town I haven't visited since I was fifteen. Back when summers still meant dirt under my nails and rocks in my shoes. Before Dad decided the rustic wouldn't prepare us. Before we rebranded that sunny season into college credits and corporate internships.

There must have been a falling out. I remember the silence more than the words. Grandpa stopped visiting. We stopped answering his letters. And eventually, the distance became a routine. Something maintained out of habit.

Mayor Lewis met me at the gate. He's older, obviously. Shorter now, though in reality I'm simply taller. His handshake was warm, but for a second, it had no bones. Just pressure. Like squeezing a bag of flour left in the sun. He kept saying the word "potential" like it was meant to soothe me. Slower each time, syllables unraveling in his mouth.

I don't recall telling him when I'd be arriving. I hope he wasn't waiting all day needlessly.

Transit involved three trains, a brief dissociative episode in a station bathroom, and a final bus that smelled like mildew and reheated vinyl. Somewhere past hour six, the land opened up, green and unruly. I hadn't realized how long it had been since I saw any greenery that wasn't built to spec. Then the valley came into view like an old, forgotten polaroid. Grainy, a little warped, but familiar.

Robin showed up not long after Lewis. Practical. Efficient. Kind in a way that doesn't collect interest. She offered to help. Broke the repairs down by category, cost, and timeline. Hearing the details in project terms put me back on solid ground for a moment. She kept turning to the trees when Lewis was speaking, pencil tapping absently on her clipboard. And I heard something too—a rustle with no wind behind it. (Probably pests. More good news.)

Both of them agreed it was a shame I'd been unable to make it out in time for the Feast of the Winter Star. I didn't tell them I prefer not to travel in the snow; I offered vagueries about the logistics of the move instead. Which had been difficult, in truth. But I don't owe them those details.

The estate isn't fully settled, even at this late stage. I have presumed possession, not full transfer. My parents attempted to contest the will—claimed I lacked the aptitude, the temperament, the foresight to manage the property. (How quickly their high opinion of my accomplishments turns when it suits them.) They argued it ought to be liquidated. Repurposed into something more efficient.

But he left it to me.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67414572

[dekkaddo]

my boss finn drawing from years ago that i never finished

[ripowal]

The Con and the Corporation: Roxanne and Boss Finn as Parallels and Foils

AKA "I'm trying to finish getting down a lot of the Potionomics character analysis that's been knocking around in my head."

Two Non-Humans Walk Into a Market Economy

Roxanne and Boss Finn are, structurally, the same character. Both are outsiders navigating a human-dominated world. Both begin as antagonists to Sylvia through business rivalry. Both are defeated and humbled. Both are reformed through Sylvia's influence. Both end their arcs directed toward legitimate ends. The game even mirrors their post-defeat trajectories: each moves from antagonist to reluctant dependent to genuine ally, learning from Sylvia while teaching her something in return.

But their surface similarities highlight a deeper divergence in how marginalized people respond to systems that weren't built for them, and what it actually takes to change when your worst traits are also your survival tools.

(rest of big ol' essay below)

The Foundational Split: Image Is Everything vs. Changing Is Losing

At the core of it, we have two lines of dialogue, delivered under similar circumstances, pointing in opposite directions.

Roxanne, explaining why she disguised herself as human to run her potion shop: "First rule of business: Image is everything." She studied human beauty magazines as a girl, absorbed their standards, and used her illusion magic to reshape herself into something the surface world would accept. When the disguise falls, she frames it as a strategic loss, not a liberation. Her cover is blown, and now she has to start over.

Finn, when Sylvia suggests he's too abrasive and could stand to soften up: "Changing for other people's tastes? Usually a losing proposition." He knows people find him scary. He knows that his appearance reads as dangerous and risky. Rather than hiding the teeth, he leans into them. Be the shark. At least then you're the one doing the eating.

Both are survival strategies for non-humans who've (correctly) identified that the world will judge them on sight. But Roxanne's response was to disappear into the system's expectations—to pass, to perform, to become the magazine image she once coveted. Finn's was to weaponize the system's fear of him; to take the dangerous-shark stereotype and make it profitable. Roxanne hid her horns. Finn sharpened his teeth.

The tragedy is that neither strategy lets them simply be. They've both built identities centered around threat assessment. But the specific shape of their armor determines everything about how their arcs unfold.

The Harm They Do: Snake Oil vs. Corporate Stranglehold

Here's where the parallel becomes a foil, and where Potionomics gets genuinely clever about types of mercantile villainy.

Roxanne is the game's first boss encounter, and a relatively easy opponent in mechanical terms. Her business poses no serious structural threat to Sylvia's operation. She's a small-time con artist running a "potion" shop out of charm and illusion magic. When she loses, she loses everything and ends up in Sylvia's basement. In terms of pure business competition, she's not that scary.

But what she's actually doing is horrifying. Mint comes to Sylvia with the warning: a guildmate bought healing potions from Roxanne, and when he tried to use one on an injured colleague, "it didn't do anything at all." Roxanne's "potions" are, by her own cheerful admission, "little more than water and dyes." The bottles are enchanted to look and feel magical, but they contain no actual medicine. She's selling fake health potions to adventurers who go into life-threatening situations. A hero relying on one of Roxanne's potions in a real fight could die.

Roxanne never grapples with this directly. Mint spell out the stakes—"a faulty Health Potion is a big deal, it could have been really bad"—and the game moves on. Roxanne's confession about her fraud is delivered with theatrical flair, as a funny anecdote about her cleverness. She treats her marks as rubes who deserve what they get, right up until the moment empathy blindsides her on the street.

Now contrast Finn. He's the third boss encounter, and a significant difficulty spike. Unlike Roxanne, his threat to Sylvia's business is structural. He doesn't sell fake products. His potions are real. What he does instead is use magical patents to claim exclusive selling rights over entire categories of potions in Rafta, creating an artificial monopoly. Heroes are forced to buy from him at inflated prices. Other vendors can't sell competing products. Baptiste confirms the entire guild is suffering under his stranglehold.

When confronted, Finn's response is a masterclass in corporate deflection: "Have I broken any laws here? I don't actually know the answer to that, but I've got some really good lawyers on retainer. The kind of guys who just love to drag out the proceedings." He doesn't need to be right. He just needs the legal process to be more expensive than anyone can afford to pursue.

So you have two villains: one who is personally dishonest but structurally insignificant, and one who is personally honest (at least about his intentions) but structurally devastating. Roxanne lies to individuals. Finn exploits systems that affect everyone. Roxanne's victims might die from a fake potion. Finn's victims are bled dry by a market they can't escape.

I think of it like the difference between someone selling you a counterfeit EpiPen at a reasonable price and a pharmaceutical corporation selling the real thing at a sky-high markup. Both are evil. Finn's monopoly gouges people and restricts access… but at the end of the day, the potion you bought from him works. You overpaid, and the system that let him charge you is rotten, but you walk into your next fight with actual medicine in your pack. Roxanne sold you something that looks right, feels right, and costs a fair price. But when you reach for it in crisis, it's water. You think you have a life-saving potion in your back pocket. You don't.

Lovely choice, huh?

"Nothing Personal" vs. "Nothing But Personal"

Finn's cruelty is casual and systemic. He visits Sylvia's shop and cheerfully informs her he's going to destroy her business like a neighbor giving you a heads up about road work. There's no individual malice. To Finn, driving Sylvia out of business is just the market working as intended. "Dry your tears and figure out how to work with what you've got." Nothing personal. Sharks eat small fry. That's nature.

Roxanne's cruelty is intimate and surgical. She doesn't attack Sylvia's business strategy or product quality. She attacks her appearance: the bags under her eyes, her exhaustion, her clothes. "I only mean to say you look utterly haggard." Her insults are specifically gendered, targeting Sylvia's failure to perform femininity correctly. When she sizes Sylvia up at the competition, her barbs are about sweat and body odor; the body itself as a site of failure. It's all personal. Every word is a scalpel.

The reasons for this difference track back to their foundational strategies. Finn doesn't need to make it personal because his power operates at a systemic level. He controls the market. Individual feelings are irrelevant to a monopoly. Roxanne has to make it personal because her power operates at an interpersonal level. Her weapons are charm, intimidation, and the ability to find exactly the right insecurity to exploit. She can't patent-troll Sylvia out of existence, so she tries to get inside her head instead.

But there's a deeper layer. Roxanne's appearance-based attacks are personal because appearance is personal to Roxanne. Sylvia gets to be messy and still be legitimate. Roxanne has never had that luxury. The cruelty is an attack, yes, but also a kind of displaced anguish: I had to be perfect, and you get to just... not care?

Finn has no equivalent internal anguish driving his business practices. He predates because the system allows it and because he refuses to be prey. And his arc is better off for not having tragic backstory because it tells us a person can wind up on a bad path without trauma and still deserve understanding, can be shaped by a system and still learn to fight it.

The Crash: Exile vs. Identity Death

Both characters hit rock bottom after losing to Sylvia, but what they lose, how they process it, and how they relate to Sylvia in the aftermath are juxtaposed.

Roxanne loses her cover. Her demon form is revealed, her fraud exposed, and she's forced to abandon the identity she'd constructed. But she still has her skills, her confidence, and her sense of self. She moves into Sylvia's basement and, crucially, she does this whether Sylvia wants her there or not. "Sincere apologies, but it's a done deal. I moved my things in overnight." No matter which dialogue option the player picks—"Forget it!" or "Knock yourself out"—the result is the same. Roxanne has already broken in and set up shop. She frames this as taking Sylvia up on her "offer" of help, which Sylvia barely remembers making. It's charming, it's funny, and it is also, flatly, breaking and entering followed by a unilateral redefinition of their relationship. Roxanne's first post-defeat move is to take someone else's space without asking. (Roxanne, I love you, girlie, but you gotta stop doing crimes.)

Finn, by contrast, loses his identity. His entire self-concept is built on winning, on being the apex predator. When Sylvia beats him, the framework collapses. "Didn't I put in the work? Didn't I visualize success? I deserved to come out on top." His venture capitalist friends abandon him instantly and he doesn't even blame them, because his own worldview says they're right to do so. The system he adhered to worked exactly as designed. He just ended up on the wrong side of it.

Interestingly, Finn doesn't impose himself on Sylvia. He wallows on the beach, wailing loudly enough to scare the fish, until Salt and Pepper ask Sylvia to deal with him. He waits for Sylvia to extend the hand because he literally cannot parse why she would help him. His worldview has no category for it. Much later, after she's spent real time mentoring him, his immediate reaction when she says she's taught him everything she can is: "You're abandoning me? And after you stuck around long enough to learn all my weaknesses, too. Guess feeding time's over, and you stripped me clean." He retroactively assumes exploitation because exploitation is the only framework he has for sustained attention from another person.

The result of identity death is a genuine existential crisis. "So what do I even care about, besides money? What am I good at?" Potions were "just another sprocket" to keep him afloat, and pep talks were the same deal. Everything filters through market logic, and he can't find substance underneath it. "I'm just a bunch of hot air in the form of a sexy, sophisticated shark-man." (Ego still intact to some degree.😂)

The contrast in their collapses mirrors the contrast in their strategies. Roxanne, who built her identity around control, responds to defeat by immediately seizing control of a new space, even if it's someone else's basement. Finn, who built his identity around winning, responds to defeat by losing direction entirely. Roxanne's crisis is about circumstance: she needs new resources, new territory, a new hustle. Finn's crisis is about substance: he needs a reason to get up in the morning that isn't "because I'm a winner." Roxanne has always known who she is; she just couldn't show it. Finn has never had to ask before, because winning answered the question for him.

The Reform: Reining In vs. Redirecting

Roxanne's reformation is about internal change. She has to develop capacities she genuinely lacked: empathy, moral reasoning, the ability to value people as more than marks. The baldness-elixir scene is the turning point. Standing in front of a former victim, she suddenly imagines their positions reversed, and the feeling is so alien she describes it with revulsion: "I felt... empathy." She doesn't act on it heroically (she lies and flees), but she doesn't take the money either. The moral muscle is new, and she's not sure she likes having it, lol.

Her growth is measured in restraint: choosing not to blackmail the exam proctor, choosing not to fleece the old mark, choosing to earn her business license legitimately even though she finds the process absurd. This is hard for her. Roxanne describes the straight and narrow as aggravating, and she jokes that "it's much easier to be wicked when [Sylvia's] not around." The temptation never goes away. The appearance policing never fully stops. She just gets better at catching herself. "Sorry. Old habits," she says, after getting another dig in at Sylvia.

Roxanne has to rein in the horses. She has to learn to not use power she has.

Finn's reformation is about redirection. He doesn't develop new capacities so much as discover a new application for old ones. The phone scam scene is his turning point. A stranger tries to con Sylvia with a broken phone, and Finn instantly reads the grift, identifies the forensic evidence (the crack pattern), and intimidates the scammer into fleeing. He did exactly what he's always done: read the situation, identify threat, deploy force. The only difference is allegiance.

His later insight crystallizes: "I can be confrontational. Aggressive. Intimidating. More often than not in my life, that's made me the bad guy. But it's good and useful when I use all that to look out for the little guy." He becomes a vendor advocate using his knowledge of predatory business tactics (which he perfected) to protect the people he used to exploit.

Finn doesn't rein in the horses. He steers them in a different direction.

This is why Roxanne's endpoint is "the satisfaction of having power over someone and not needing to use or abuse it." A statement about restraint, about the cultivation of moral strength through not acting. And Finn's endpoint is "I like the feeling of punching up." A statement about action, about redirecting existing strength toward better fights.

The Residue: What Doesn't Change

Both arcs are honest about their limits. Neither character is fully "fixed."

Roxanne's appearance policing softens but never disappears. Even in her most emotionally vulnerable moments, she can't resist the dig: "I mean, I must care for you a great deal if I'm able to overlook so very many shortcomings." Sylvia, who has learned to expect this, responds with a knowing "There it is." It's become a rhythm between them, affection expressed through the only idiom Roxanne has fully mastered, which is the language of aesthetic judgment. The internalized misogyny isn't gone. It's just been domesticated into something closer to teasing, a reflex she now recognizes and sometimes apologizes for without being able to fully stop.

Finn's market-logic brain never fully rewires either. His advocacy is still for-profit: "Oh, it will be [lucrative]. I've recently learned a thing or two about running a successful business." He still thinks in terms of profit first, good second. He still frames relationships through competitive metaphors: "usually can't have two apex predators in one place." When Sylvia ponders "harnessing [his] talents for good," Finn's honest response is that he'd "rather prioritize 'for profit' and consider 'for good' an optional bonus." The goodness is still incidental to the hustle.

But there's a difference in what the residue means, even if it's not as stark as it first appears. Roxanne's lingering appearance-policing is a scar, the trace of a wound that shaped her entire personality, a reflex born from genuine suffering that she's slowly, imperfectly learning to recognize. Finn's lingering profit-brain isn't quite a scar in the same way, but it's not neutral wiring either. It's a paradigm; a way of seeing the world that was built and reinforced over years of operating in a system that prejudged him as dangerous and rewarded economic aggression. You don't unlearn a worldview overnight just because you've found a better use for it. Finn's market logic is as ingrained as Roxanne's beauty-standard enforcement, even if it was forged by different pressures. The advocacy is real, but the old operating system is still running underneath, and paradigms of that depth take time to fully overwrite, if ever.

Sylvia as the Common Variable

One last parallel worth noting: both Roxanne and Finn explicitly credit Sylvia with their reformation, and both are slightly baffled by why she bothered.

But Sylvia's role in their arcs is more active than a simple "showed up and was kind" framing would suggest. She teaches them. Literally. Roxanne's study sessions, her business license prep, the flash cards; Sylvia is investing real time and effort into helping Roxanne go legitimate. And the dialogue options throughout both arcs are frequently moral choices: the player can guide Sylvia to tell Roxanne "you're better than this, blackmail is cheating," or to push Finn away from "sabotaging legitimate businesses." Sylvia doesn't just model decency by being decent. She actively calls out bad behavior, offers alternative frameworks, and holds the line on what she thinks is right.

Roxanne: "You saw me at my most vulnerable, Sylvia. My most petty! And you extended a hand."

Finn: "I appreciate that you came around when I was low. Still weird to me that you didn't gloat much."

What makes it work is that the moral guidance comes packaged with practical help and genuine investment. Sylvia isn't lecturing from a position of superiority. She's teaching Roxanne business administration while also suggesting that maybe blackmail isn't the answer. She's showing Finn her shop floor and sales technique while also steering him away from cutthroat instincts. The moral dimension is woven into the business mentorship, not imposed on top of it. That's why neither of them gets defensive the way they would with a pure sermon. Sylvia has earned the right to push back because she's also the person helping them move forward.

Roxanne names this explicitly: "More than once, when faced with a moral conundrum, I've found myself asking... what would Sylvia think?" That's not the passive influence of ambient kindness. That's the result of sustained, active engagement from someone who cared enough to both help and challenge.

Why Both

Finn's redemption was added in the Masterwork release, and it's addition does crucial work for the game's thesis and helps it earn that Masterwork designation (but really, the voice acting!!!).

With only Roxanne, redemption risks reading as exceptional, something she earned by being uniquely sympathetic, or uniquely connected to Sylvia, or uniquely deserving. You could walk away thinking: well, Roxanne was redeemable because she was wounded, because she had a tragic backstory, because underneath it all… etc etc.

Adding Finn says: No, the guy with no tragic excuse gets the same shot. Redemption isn't exclusive. It's not a reward for having suffered enough. It's available to anyone willing to do the work.

Giving redemption arcs to two antagonists creates a pattern that adds up to more than the sum of the individual cases. Because the result isn't only two better people. It's a better town. The reformed shark and the reformed con artist don't simply stop doing harm. They become load-bearing members of the community they once exploited. That's Potionomics' thesis about kindness and community building elevated!

The path from A to B may be as individual as the damage that made the journey necessary, but I'm really glad they both got to make the trip.

[the-why-of-wonderworld]

From 2022! The magic in you :D