#featherlight

[featherlight-ttrpg]

Playtest Packet Released!

Got a great ask prompting me to release a playtest packet for Featherlight so I just pulled it together! I've put it in a Google Drive folder linked on the homepage of the Featherlight website (https://njlyon0.github.io/featherlight-ttrpg/).

Also, there's a GoogleForm for feedback on your experience with Featherlight also linked on the main website.

Side note: as a very newbie TTRPG dev I hadn't considered a playtest packet at all until someone mentioned it and I found it to be a super useful exercise in identifying the most fundamental parts of Featherlight's mechanics

[nylusion]

Finding high level featherlight on Aberration in ARK: Survival Ascended can be challenging! Watch as TriZon & Xycor search the radiation zone for some in live episode 83 of our playthrough!

[mothbeasts-art]

[scutalthelizard]

Hugs! You need to take care not only about your loved ones, but also about your beloved pets! Thanks a lot to @anyanderful for comm and for her patience and such a long wait! It was a very interesting and enjoyable experience to introduce OCs into ARK.

[flitflit]

going back to tag all of the angel posts with #featherlight for everyone's convenience. Yay yippee!!!!

[acreativeco]

"The stories a wondering feather could tell..."

[james-in-pace]

The best Focaccia I've ever made.

[glitteringdust]

Lucanis/Spite pining for Rook

Could be at any part of their romance.

Or at 1 am when that 13th cup of coffee hits

Why did you leave?

Spite's questioning had still not ceased. Lucanis ignored the demon, staring at the slow, orbiting Fade rocks in the distance. Trying to clear his head was hard when a Demon wouldn't shut up about his mistake. He takes a sip of the coffee in his hands, surprised at how cold it had become. A trick of the Fade or had he lost track of time? He had already lost track of what number cup this was, the exhaustion from the day was slowly creeping in. He needed to be in better control.

Rook was right there. You had her.

The infatuation Spite had for Rook had started right away— she was a shiny new toy, something new to play with. Lucanis figured the demon would grow bored of her eventually, but Spite hung on to every one of Rook's words and demanded to speak to her constantly. His attention was on Rook whenever she was in the same room.

He could not blame him, honestly. Rook was delightful to be around, and becoming the best part of his day. She was just… good. Everything felt good when she was there. So when she started flirting with him, he could not help himself. She was so close he could smell that unique scent of her.

Cherries…cinnamon…

He was so close to tasting her, but stopped himself at Spite's remark. He could not do this to her, could not bring her close to him if there was even one chance of hurting her. He was an abomination, a danger.

So he pulled away. He left. Keeping her safe was of utmost priority.

Rook is not afraid of us.

"She should be, Spite." He mutters aloud.

He heads back inside the dining hall, needing to start another pot of coffee if he is going to evade sleep a little longer. As it brews, he finds his mind wandering back to Rook.

What would it have been like? Sweet and intriguing, like he thought? Or would she have been more bold? She was a force of nature given form, after all. His kisses would have been fervent, as he pinned her against the wall. Tucked away in the dimly lit pantry, he would have shown her just how much he thought of her.

Maybe she would have taken his hand, and led him back to her room across the way. They'd risk the chance of being seen but he would not have cared. He can picture it now, the way the light of the main hall would make her curls a captivating navy blue. He should have kissed her…

…

…

He doesn't remember falling asleep, but jolts awake just outside the hallway leading to Rook's room.

"Lucanis?"

She's dressed down into sleep clothes, hair slightly damp as if she'd just bathed. "Is everything alright?"

"Ah, Rook. Yes. I am fine, only on a stroll."

Blue eyes examine him once over, a small frown forming, "You look tired, Lucanis. Why don't you get some rest? I can keep an eye on Spite."

Yes. Do it! Go to Rook.

"I do not wish to trouble you with that. Spite is mine to deal with."

"You can’t just avoid sleep forever. It would be no trouble at all." She looks at him with such softness, he wants to give in.

"I can handle this. Do not worry yourself."

The space between them is a hollow ache, close but not enough. A moment of weakness, Caterina would call it. To be an assassin, you must set aside emotion. To get the job done, there can be no hesitation, no doubt. Love is a weakness. It sets you up to lose.

He did not want to lose her.

He turns, heading out of the main hall and back to his own room. The air of the Fade was stale with each inhale, heavy.

How frustrating you are. She likes us, and you stay away?

"What is it with you? Why do you act as if you know her?" He snaps back.

You know her, so I do too. Rook is good.

It’s the least hostile thing Spite has said to him. The demon really means it. He cares for Rook in his own unconventional way.

He pours another cup of coffee.

[featherlight-whispers]

please stop saying that adam is dark academia. the closest thing to dark academia in trc is gansey (the wild chase for glendower?? the insomnia? the obscene generational wealth??). but alas that guy cannot kill a man so there is no true dark academia in the series. the 80s coming of age movie vibes, however--

[infernothechaosgod]

OC'S JUMPSCARE!

Yall seen pallea (who's going through some design changes atm) you saw Rhea back when she wasnt named and yall seen some of ramona but nows your time to say hello to lilian or as everyone calls her lottie!

While everyone exept ramona is from rubberverse they all have something real fun in common that might be partialy connected to michael but I wont tell you what it is, ya can take a swing at it if you want tho ;) (please do I miss interacting w ppl under my posts oh gods-)

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Accurate asf

[featherlight-ttrpg]

Featherlight XP

Characters can earn experience points either by failing an action or by rolling an 8 on their d8. I just love TTRPG systems where XP is earned by failing and I also like that it doesn't mean you have to just murder everything you encounter to get XP (love D&D but never liked XP-based leveling)

XP can then be spent to purchase bonus "abilities" that grant PCs (A) passive benefits, (B) abilities can be activated at a cost, or (C) abilities that can be activated once per session.

It's been so much fun to develop those abilities and I think I'm narrowing in on a good set of abilities!

[nylusion]

Searching for featherlight on Aberration in ARK: Survival Ascended can be tough in the red zone! Watch as TriZon & Xycor look for more of them in live episode 96 of our playthrough!

[drenched-in-sunlight]

thinking about "you're not a muse, and im no longer a dreamy poet" with Freud/621 as exes setting...

Freud who used to be just a young man writing love songs whose lyrics only he mind, and 621 the childhood sweetheart that inspired more than half of them. but life on Earendel was tough, so Freud signed up to be an AC pilot, and discovered a different kind of love in the embrace of steel and mayhem. he told 621 that he was going away for a while, to earn more money to uplift their life. 621, who believed his words with a smile, was left behind. some time later their family fell into debt and they were sold to be experiment for 4th gen augmentation surgeries. things went as canon up to the Wall mission, where 621 heard Walter mentioned a Freud who was V.I of the Vespers...

the irony of their situation made 621 want to curl up and laugh until their lungs gave out. their first battle, Freud was all fire up and 621 was silent. they understood now, why Freud loved fighting in AC, why Freud would choose this over a naive love story in his youth. in retrospect, they probably should have been angry on the behalf of all ppl Freud had killed and abandoned, for his parents - the first of them, but the truth was, they were only angry because he had done sth they could not forgive: he had left them behind.

it was fascinating, how infatuated Freud was with them now, even more than before, despite having no idea who sat behind the cockpit. and 621 knew, that they finally could have everything they wanted for the lowest price of a mere step in Freud's direction. but the gentle youth that picked flowers to show Freud how happy they were to have met him was no longer there.

and the moment Freud saw 621 step outside of their cockpit for the first time, with slight tremble in his fingers, and a little hope that their eyes would meet, his breath hitch. in that familiar violet eye that he knew in another life, the only thing Freud saw was himself.

[scutalthelizard]

Another wip sketch of commission from twtiiter with oc's with their beloved pets.

[applecherry108]

Reddit, what’s some tiny things I can do to my boss that he can’t trace back to me. All I can think is to piss on his desk, but I’m not looking to lose my job.