Malcontent cat.

Ic blog for Maxwell Marlborough of FFXIV (Balmung) infamy. Occasional ooc is likely.

[mikhasunthistle]

More information from Korean Live Letter

Skills that don’t see much use are being removed. The number of skills at 70 will be the same as we have now.

PLD’s Rampart and DRK’s Shadowskin are becoming the same skill (no mention of WAR’s Foresight, but I can only imagine it will be as well), and will be a cross-role skill for tanks.

Thunder II and III are being removed, and Thunder’s potency will become stronger with levels

Enochian will become a permanent buff, meaning you will always be able to use Fire IV unless they change more aspects of the job. However there will be ways for high-skilled BLMs to further increase their DPS by using certain skills in certain ways. No further details are revealed. 

Skills that debuff the enemy are not going away, but will be adjusted for sure. (Yoshi-P specifically mentions PLD’s Rage of Halone and MNK’s Dragon Kick.) More information on what they plan to do with these skills will be shown in a future Live Letter so please look forward to itTM.

Concerning raid compositions, he feels that after the AST buffs, any combination of healers is currently viable, but that doesn’t mean we won’t be seeing changes in 4.0. For tanks, they plan to do something (no specifics) about WAR OT.

In 4.0, the Adventurer in Need bonus for Roulettes will be increased to encourage players to play tanks/healers.

In 4.1 (tentative) we will be able to create cross-world 24 man parties.

There are no current plans to introduce a Duty Roulette: Alliance Raid. He says they are being run a lot because of Wondrous Tails.

Apparently it’s very difficult to increase the number of available chat tabs, but they are working on a large-scale improvement of the chat system with many more features, such as cross-server chat.

They are aware of requests for options to add things such as tattoos and body hair for your character, and that if they were to implement them, it would be more realistic system-wise to make them equippable items, rather than options at Character Creation.

Once more, credit to Reddit user x3_Starlight for this translated info.

[ex-atomos2]

“ Enochian will become a permanent buff “

WAIT WAT

O_o  

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

Ok, so blm is my favourite job. I'd like to think I was pretty good at it too. Im not sure how I feel about enochian becoming a permanent buff? Like, I quite like having to keep enochian up. It makes it more interesting to play, and gives a kind of way to measure people's skill with the job. On the other hand, I guess it depends on what the changes they kind of mention do to the job? I dunno.

[rokachan]

Betrayal: Your muse is killing my muse.

She was mad. No, that wasn’t a strong enough word. Furious was closer, enraged? Still fell flat. Her ire had been brought to peaks unknown, eyes wild and feral, teeth bared, the only resemblance to the normally sweet Raen who had stores of cookies stashed around and ready to give away freely were her eyes. Mismatched pastel pools that were rimmed by normally black limbals were illuminated by the aether that coursed through her limbs, wrecking havoc on her control.

He’d always said he was pretty sure the Raen was actually a demon of some sort, though there was affection in the way he said it. She might be a force capable of scaring him, but he’d never known her to lay so much as her littlest claw on him in anger. When he found her all but frothing, pacing around the shattered remains of a large rock, he didn’t understand.

“Ey, Ro’? What’s goin’ on?”

A baleful snarl was thrown at him, eyes narrowed as her head snapped in the Seeker’s direction. He balked for a moment, unsure what to do. He’d seen her mad, sure. He’d seen her in a whole spectrum of emotion and he’d stuck by her, but this? Was this really his Shadow? He lifted his hands, palms towards her, showing he was harmless.

“C’mon, it’s me, Max. Don’t act like ya don’t recognize me.”

Her body turned, following the direction of her head to face him as she backed away. Tail whipped, lashing at the sand and debris as she hissed. 

“Get away, go home now Max.”

He’d have preferred her silence to that sound, malevolent and lost. He eased closer, lowering his own voice gently to try and coax her down, to find where she’d gone and draw her back out to take the place of… Whatever he was looking at.

“Shadow, c’mere. Give me a hug, yeah? I’ll get us home and we can settle down and get some rest. Ya look tired. I guess that’s what I get for leavin’ ya to look out for ya’sen for a couple days though.”

He flashed her a smile, though it lacked the normal confidence and ease. He was worried, and genuinely afraid of her right now. It was an unfamiliar feeling and unsettling. He managed to get close enough to place a hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her in against his chest. At first he was met with no resistance, but then her hands pressed against his chest, claws biting through the vest and at his skin. He winced, trying to hold tight to the struggling Raen. Notoriously slippery and hard to keep in a hold, it didn’t take much for her to break free and shove away, reptilian sounds of hate spilling past her lips. She only put a couple steps of distance between them before spinning back on him.

“Max, get AWAY!”

Something in her voice cracked, the barked order held a plea beneath it, terror lurked under the rage he saw. Could he leave her like this? Never. Clenching his teeth he tried again, grabbing for her only to be met with a swat of claw and a sweeping kick. Again, ignoring her snarls for him to leave. Even when she turned tail to try and flee he pursued, tackling her to the ground and trying to make her look at him.

“Just talk ta me, Ro’!”

“GO!”

She squirmed out from under him, lashing blindly in her struggle. Tooth and claw both flashed as she fought for her freedom, fire licking along her scales and singing fur and flesh alike without care.

“Before I hurt you!”

“Ya wouldn’t do that, not ta me.”

He yanked her back just as she managed to regain footing, grabbing a leg and hauling her into an embrace. Something was wrong though. His body tensed, the cold feeling of metal between his ribs, too-hot claws sinking into his neck, a small inferno pressed against him. 

“Ro’?”

She’d never hurt him, not Roka. Not when she was herself. Whens he snapped? When all rhyme and reason were lost? When it was an animal in her skin?

“What…”

His eye took in what he could see, her face, contorted with rage melting into terror and tears cascading down her cheeks.

“Max…”

She released her grin, eyes wavering between him and her own bloody hands.

“I didn’t… Why didn’t you…”

Her breath hitched as she watched him struggle for air, one hand still firmly holding to her as the other tried to stem the flow of blood from his artery.

“N-no… Max, I… You…”

He couldn’t hold to life long though with what she’d done, and with a garbled breath he collapsed, consciousness leaving him blessedly first. She threw herself onto him, sobbing, clutching tot he Seeker.

“Max I love you, and you can’t… I can’t lose anyone else.”

She was cursed, she just didn’t know it. Those who got too close, those she loved and who loved her in return, found their end at her hands. Marl was the most literal example yet.

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

YEEEEES. I knew I could get you to kill him! Muahhahahaha. Also ouch.

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

Day two of work trip. Awake at 5am. Hoo boy am I ready to die. Lemme back to eorzea already life!

[purrplexitty]

Emergency Dental for Mistoffeleese

Many of you know me as a lover and Mother of Cats. Well one of my little one’s needs care.. Recently Mistoffeleese has been losing weight. He went from actually being a nice healthy weight in December, to slowly slimming down. At first I thought it was a diet change, but this week it just got too much. I could tell the distinct signs of being under weight. We rushed him to the vet, and got all sorts of blood work done. But they also found his back teeth were infected. While we waited for the blood work, they gave him a pain killer shot and sent him home with antibiotics. Today the blood work came back perfectly normal. So..he needs dental surgery. About $500 -600 worth. I just don’t have that lying around, so I’m reaching out to my you blessed souls for some help. The thought of losing him after losing Little Lord to cancer in 2015 just crushes me. If youcan help? You are amazing. If not, just sharing would be appreciated. Please help me give Mistoffeleese quality of life?

https://www.gofundme.com/emergency-dental-for-mistoffeleese

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

Marl is entirely led by impulse, generally. If stuff starts going down, his usual response is punch first, ask questions later. Very rarely will he stop and assess a situation.On the flip side of that, if it's a planned job? He'll put time and effort into planning, trying to have every detail he can figured out.Although he is not adverse to throwing out the plan immediately and reverting to punch first, ask questions later if things start going south.

[musterniillustrates]

🌙

instagram: @amrit.s.brar

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

Hoo boy.

Some people will do a whole bunch for attention, huh?

[rokachan]

Malice: As my/your muse sits on their deathbed, your/my claims they have never loved my/your muse, and pitied them instead, so they poisoned them. Make roka poison marl!

(… I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make her maliciously poison him. I triiiiiieeeeeeeeed ;-; Forgeeeev me)

It had been just like any other job. He’d been so confident he even brought the Raen along, telling her to wait outside. He’d only be a minute. In and out, then they could go out for the night, have fun. The sounds of gunshots from within the residence said otherwise. Marl didn’t use guns, she was fairly certain that she used her revolver more than Marl had used any gun in his life. With a snarl she shoved her way through the door towards the sounds of fighting. The revolver Tobi had given her clutched in her claws, aether surging within her.

It was without hesitation or thought she fired, just as her huskink had taught her. A quick end to the homeowner, eyes skim for any other threats, weapon shoved away.

“Max?”

She hissed softly when she saw him, curled on the ground and whining. She could see why, he’d been shot several times. None to cause instant death, but by the way his breathing sounded, the amount of blood… She wasn’t a healer, but it didn’t look good. A snarled command rang through all her pearls, calling for aide, a mender, anyone as she moved to the Seeker’s side, kneeling and drawing his head to her lap.

“Hey… You idiot, look what you did.”

He wasn’t stupid, he knew what was going on, but still he managed to construct a cocky smirk in response.

“It’s them cookies. Makin’ me slow. Ya should see the other guy though.”

“I’m the one who shot him, dummy.”

She swallowed, leaning forward to brush a kiss over his lips.

“Besides, it was all part of my plan, yes? Make you fat with treats and slow. I… I totally poisoned you, yeah?”

He tried to laugh, coughed instead, and she flicked his ear lightly. If she was going to lose him, she wasn’t going to let him be afraid. She was going to make it just like every day, just like every other moment of their time together.

“Sure thing, Ro’. I bet you never even loved me, huh?”

“Not one bit. I just pitied you. So great and awesome, but all alone.”

Her lip quivered, and he could sense her fear. A hand squeezed her leg.

“Yeah, I was pretty alone. Guess it’s fair that ya took pity on me, though I’m gonna have to beat the shit outta ya for that.”

“You still can’t touch me, and you know it.”

“Yeah… Yeah…”

Where was help? Why had no one come yet? Panic was stealing into her heart, eyes darting towards the door, drawn back as his tail shifted to curl against her. 

“Ro’?”

“Shh… It’s fine Max. Someone will be here soon. They’ll patch you up, but not all the way.”

Her eyes fell back to his, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

“I bet they’ll make sure you’ll be fine, with some wicked new scars, yes? Then they’ll leave me having to finish taking care of you while you mend naturally. Just think… I’m gonna be stuck making you anything and everything you want. You’ll be living like a king.”

“Stop… Just…”

Her fingers pressed against his lips. Don’t talk. Don’t move. Just try and breath, try and survive.

“You stop. You… If you love me you just hush and you hold one, alright? You make sure you don’t go anywhere until help is here. I… I love you too much to lose you.”

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

My feels ;.;

[rokachan]

Gif us

There are seriously a bazillion more I want to use for these two, but… In the interest of not making an unbearably long post here’s a few of my favourites. For real though… HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SUM UP THESE TWO DORKS IN ANY AMOUNT OF GIFS?! Too many things, all the feels, best of frands.

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

These are perfect!

[rokachan]

┼

13. Having sex with someone (You hate me. Wai you do this ;-;)

Happy footsteps pattered across the wooden floor, darting through the door to the basement and nearly dancing down the stairs. A gleeful trill was stilled on the tip of her tongue as she neared the base of the stairs, a peculiar sound coming from below. She paused, head turning side to side as she listened carefully. If she didn’t know better she’d have thought that was the sound of skin-on-skin. But surely Marl wouldn’t bring a fight down here. A low moan set her on alarm. Was she wrong?

She hastened down the stairs, dashing towards the sound and bristling. As she passed through the curtain that veiled her library and sleeping area from the rest of the room, his name fell from her lips, concern turning to confusion and then into hurt with just three letters.

“Max?”

The sight that greeted her was one she didn’t want to believe. In the piles of blankets, rugs, pillows, and furs she called a bed and shared with the Seeker was not one, but two people. Marl’s head turned, catching sight of the Raen as she stood in frozen horror, unable to tear her eyes from the sight of the twined bodies. 

“Ro’? This… This ain’t what it looks like!”

He shoved the Keeper he’d been using aside, shoving her out of the way and snatching a blanket up around his waist as he rose and moved towards the Raen. The girl shrieked, insulted by how quickly she was discarded, and straightened herself out, sitting cross-legged and scowling at the intruding Raen.

“It’s a… I was…”

“No.”

Roka swallowed hard, eyes fighting tears as her gaze bore up at him. Her lip and throat quivered, the only movement her tiny frame showed as the word brought him to a halt.

“You… Just…”

Her hands balled into fists as he inched closer, one hand clutching the blanket at his waist, the other outstretched in pleading gesture to his friend and lover. 

“Stay. There.”

The words came in a hissed command, something she never did towards him. He didn’t stop though, he needed to make sure things were set right, Roka was too important. As his fingers brushed the back of her hand the Raen snarled, jerking away as if his touch burned.

“I trusted you with everything. You could have stolen from me, used me, done… Done anything but this and I would have forgiven it! Just… I… You just enjoy your… Your whore, burn the bedding when you’re done, and get out!”

The Keeper bared her fangs at the Raen, hissing, only to be ignored by both parties ad the Raen spun on heel, fleeing and leaving the Seeker trying to dress in a hurry to follow after her. He only bothered with pants, but by the time he was out the door Roka had disappeared, the smell of burnt aether left in her wake.

She fled to the desert, ripping through the aetherstream violently and tumbling out to the place where she could unleash her pain and let the world fade away, where none would hear her scream or see her cry. She sank to the sand, aether bursting in uncontrolled fire from her scales as her inner pool was flooded and overfilled. Bells were spent, spilling aether heedlessly until she had nothing left to give, drained of pain and aether both.

Weakly she struggled to pull herself back into the aetherstream and to the Elysium, stumbling through the house and to the basement, behind the bar. She slumped to the floor, dragging herself against the back of the counter and pulling a bottle of bourbon into her lap to nurse until she passed out.

[headmistresshigura]

Grandfather Clock Open House

“Saint Reinette’s Presents: The Grandfather Clock” “Lavender beds, ward 2; plot 54.” “Wednesdays at 4 PM EST / 9 PM GMT.” What is it?: The Grandfather Clock is the Universities answer to a local tavern in the lavender beds that sells both alcohol and light food, while providing a relaxing evening every week while it conducts its open house. Named after the blunders of accidentally storing alcohol in a chronometer; and it then becoming an icebox to store alcohol, the staff wish to continue that atmosphere of lightheartedness.

In short, the Grandfather Clock is a ‘Jazz lounge’ and is staffed by volunteers from the University.

When is it?: Every wednesday at 4 PM EST / 9 PM GMT. Early enough for the EU players to make it, while hopefully late enough to not alienate the NA playerbase. What can be expected?: Patrons are expected to not bring weapons into the establishment, as well as wearing clothing that people usually wear in public. You can expect at least one to two bartenders on staff, as well as some servers to assist. Stage performances in the basement will occur as we can both manage to hire folks to do so; and put together performances. Until that time, likely endure the headmistress and her songs.

How can we help?: Well! If you’re looking to host a performance on open house night, or wanting to assist with bartending, I’d be more than happy to accept the help. Otherwise, please reblog this image to spread awareness!

Let me see the menu:

As always, artwork is drawn by the talented @skylarkthewanderer. Any further questions? Contact myself, Higura Gainishigi, ingame.

[headmistresshigura]

A reminder that this is a weekly reoccurring event!

[rokachan]

Look! It’s a thing! A thing that miiiiiiight have a cookieleezard shaped person go on stage! \o/

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

It depends on the situation. In a professional capacity, and I use the term loosely, if a job requires he be somewhere at a specific time he will be there without fail.In a social environment? He likes attention. He's an 'all eyes on me' kind of guy. He likes to make an entrance. Fashionably late usually does both of these.

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

Most of his life has been spent with the philosophy of 'look after number one', so love and relationships haven't really been his thing! Plus, he's a very selfish character so it hasn't really been an aspect of his life.Fun fact, marl was made as a response to being sick of all rp boiling down to romantic interactions between characters. I wanted to make a character that would be nigh impossible to see romantically. Hence, why he's an awful person.But, things are changing!

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

We used to RP a lot at one time but now we don't and it really sucks.

Ah heck, I'm sorry! I don't get a whole bunch of time to rp anymore, but I probably didn't mean to drop out on you. Can't fix it without knowing who you are though!

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them? RELEVANT QUESTION SINCE ROKA IS AFRAID OF THEM c:

He sleeps outside a lot, due to jobs and stuff, so generally he's not a fan. If he happens to be at the cafe or something? He doesn't mind them. Indifference I guess?

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

Genuine smiles aren't something many get to see from him, generally it's some kind of shit eating grin or smug smirk!A real smile from him is a rarity, but I like to think it's toothy and big, while retaining a slight smirk.

[felidae-malcontent-blog]

💟 - friends with benefits❤ - romantic relationship

His ship card is pretty full right now! But it's nice to know!