#1171

PT: 1171: Androgyne type /end PT

DEFINITION ⦂⠀Someone whose type is androgyne individuals; who seeks out androgyne individuals in a relationship, or prefers androgyne individuals over other individuals, even if one could have a relationship with others.

PT: Definition: Someone whose type is androgyne individuals; who seeks out androgyne individuals in a relationship, or prefers androgyne individuals over other individuals, even if one could have a relationship with others. /end PT

ADDITIONAL ⦂⠀Coined on the 15th of May, 2026.

PT: Additional: Coined on the 15th of May, 2026. /end PT

TAGGING ⦂⠀@attracted-to-x @c1rcus-of-silliness @dearestchild @goregender @radiomogai @shipchive

Rellor from Pokémon Scarlet and Violet

"they say it's mud but it looks like poop…"

It's a catgirl maid feeding tea (or at least water from tea kettles) to some garden eels. I thought it was cute but decided that I didn't quite like it enough to put it on my blog. When I moved to delete it from my drafts, however, I was hit with a bout of... compassion, I suppose? I decided that deleting the post would be rude; she's just doing her job of feeding the eels and/or disposing tea water. I would never disrespect such a hardworking young woman.

At the same time, for reasons opaque to even myself, I had the equally firm conviction that in order to do her job properly she had to be on the first page of my drafts specifically. To fall into the second page would somehow cut her off from her eels, preventing the completion of her solemn duty. Thus began our little arrangement: I would queue or delete the drafts above her fast enough to keep her on the front page, and in return, she would water the eels.

This arrangement went smoothly for months. I appreciated seeing her every time I opened my drafts; her poise and composure motivated me to face my work with the same attitude. I genuinely believe her presence improved my life. Then about a week ago (Tuesday March 4th, to be exact) the unthinkable happened: due to my negligence, my catmaid companion was pushed to the second page.

What really surprised me—enough that I decided to write this post—was my reaction to this. I panicked, full of genuine shame and concern, and deleted every single post above her. There were some good ones in there but I felt like I had to remove them to show the maid that I did actually care for her, or else she'd get the wrong idea. I'd had plans for those posts, but those plans were less important to me than she was, and I needed to prove that to her.