#nonbinary eggchan

I like explaining gender identities. It's just really fun to show it.

Genderfluid!Wemmbu

She discovered this part about himself during her teenage years while trying to find a style that fit him. Through that search for style, he had an epitome about herself.

Somedays he felt more masculine than feminine. Through extensive research (one google search), she stumbled onto an article about gender discovery and the most common discoveries made by people.

After that original moment, he recollected every moment that she had gotten frustated when someone called him cute instead of handsome despite the fact she was dressed in traditionally feminine wear.

The first person she told about this self discovery was his best friend, EggChan. The angel themself was non-binary and used them/it to refer to themselves. It had been really happy that Wemmbu had told them and accepted her quickly.

Things being torn away was normal. Being told to leave and go elsewhere is also normal. Told to shut up because he decided to talk after being quiet.

Wemmbu was used to all of these things. So many times she has been told these. She lost track of the number of times. The spider knows she’s not the most liked, but it hurts not being able to have anything except her skills. Friends is all she wanted originally, but no one wanted to stay with her or died because of her. EggChan, her best friend, has been with her since the start, but sometimes the angel seems distant. It could be Wemmbu spiraling, she may have her stupid moments, but she knew when someone wanted her to go away. 

The spider had stopped urging the angel to come along with her for trips and let the angel do what they pleased when they were distant. 

Currently, Wemmbu was in her room in the tree house. She and Egg started calling home after being nomads for a year or two. She looked at the mirror, her form was different from when she first came to Unstable. She was thinner to accompany her elytra usage, but it wasn’t healthy as most of her weight loss came from being left alone. Opening her mouth, she took a needle and pierced the venom sac gently in her mouth catching the venom in a small container. Once that was done, she repeated it on the other side. Her venom was highly toxic to anyone, if she ended up in a relationship, which is highly unlikely, she couldn’t do much intimate things because of the venom. 

Taking the container of venom, Wemmbu poured it over the plant in her room. This plant was a sunflower that had survived the bullshit that happened in Abandoned Civ and naturally became resistant to Wemmbu’s venom. The sunflower reminded Wemmbu of Rejoice. The last thing Wemmbu heard from the other was a goodbye. The other knew he was going to die and made the most of it. She couldn’t feel disappointed and frustrated at herself. If she had been better, stronger, competent Rejoice wouldn’t have died.

Her hair looked wrong because it was as Wemmbu had braided it how Loppezz would have. Why was she so sentimental? ManePear scolded her over and over again for being sentimental, for being weak, for being her. Why hasn’t she learned? The spider extended her tucked spider appendages, they were supposed to be a light purple, but they just looked gray now. How has she lost so much of her passion? Maybe this life isn’t the one she dreamt of the previous cycles. 

Despite having lived several lifetimes as different people, being Wemmbu hurt the most. Not the first time where she lost everything because of a betrayal. Not the second time when she had sacrificed herself for her lover. Not the fifth time where she had been born a man for the first time and committed suicide after the world seemed irrvocable. This lifetime was the one that clawed at her. 

Death didn’t scare her anymore. Living was scarier than death. Finality was comforting. Continuity was petrifying. You’d never know what is next. To be living is to embrace continuity and spontaneity. To be dead was to be final and accept the silence. 

Her place in this didn’t matter. At least for now, she was alone to have this epiphany. She touched the mirror, her appearance has changed quite a lot since her first life. The spark in her eyes barely shining, the vividity of her hair gone and turned light, the color of her skin paler than ever. 

What was she at first? A dragon hybrid with a child. To have a child again, to care for someone who would love you back. Alas her child has been dead for more than a hundred years. The spider hybrid extended her hand out a little murmuring the prayer of the dragon. She wished her child to be happy in the afterlife. Tears pricked at Wemmbu’s eyes, threatening to fall. She couldn’t hold them back and let them fall. 

Her child had died because of her. She was too weak to protect them. Maybe that’s why she kept saving Egg and acting as their protector. 

What is keeping her in this cycle? 

Then a knock on the door. Wemmbu retracted her spider appendages to sit flat against her back. Walking to the door, she opened it and there stood Arachn1d’s  soldiers with a message.

“Attention Wemmbu, on behalf of the true king of Unstable (SMP), Archn1d, I summon you to join us in the caves.”

“No.”

She didn’t let them object, calling down the stars to strike them where they stood.

What others saw as her using machines to explode was really the stars obeying her will. She was a star. A fallen star out of line. Subject to suffer until the end of the cycles. Even in hell there is a cold breeze and she would be that breeze. 

Last time she gave up, the world didn’t care and sent her back. Was she the only tormented star? That was something she wouldn’t ever have an answer to. To be in the sky again. To feel the wind in her hair and her child in her arms. She would give up everything for that. 

Time and time again people have asked Wemmbu about her eyes and why they are so snake-like when she’s a spider hybrid. Wemmbu deflected the questions and made them never question it again. In reality her eyes were the last few features that her body had from her original life. It’s like that one paradox, if you change all the parts of a ship, is it the same ship or is it a different ship. She was slowly becoming that paradox, but the only unchanging part of her was her personality. If her enemies from her first life saw her now, they would instantly recognize her even if her physical form has changed so much.

Looking at the crater the star brought when killing the Archn1d minions, she filled the crater and regrew the vegetation. So many things she’s picked up were from her past lives. Gods it was a stupid cliche and Wemmbu knew it too well as it is her life. Fighting with a mace was this specific lifetime’s skill, but the others were all things Wemmbu picked up on from living in Unstable for more than hundred years. 

The sound of fluttering wings alerted Wemmbu of EggChan’s presence. The angel who had walked up behind her was confused by why the spider had brought down a “snapshot strike”. In reality the strike is just a singular minor star she pulled from the sky. 

“Why is there a crater in front of your base now?”

“Door to door salesmen.”

“What?”

Sometimes Wemmbu thought the angel had no humor.

“Archn1d soldiers asking me to be apart of their civilization.”

“Oh okay. I had a question. Before I joined the server…”

Wemmbu blanked out the rest of Egg’s words. She knew this routine well enough. As the angel had a thing for documenting the history of Unstable and Wemmbu knows a lot of the place. The spider gave them all the answers to their questions then the angel thanked the spider before leaving back to their room.

How did she let the relationship decay to this? When did she stop sharing her feelings? Where was her love? Each lifetime she had a love and each one carried a different trait of her original husband. 

Her husband, oh her sorrowful husband. She’d send an ode to him, but the bastard deserves to rot. Wemmbu herself is a pansexual woman who has dated many a people in her lifetimes. Her first husband was a sweetheart until Wemmbu gave birth to their son then her sweetheart turned cold and violent. That violence Wemmbu saw in all her next partners until the lifetime before this current one. She in that specific cycle had been a man and married her love. That love was sweet and didn’t lift a finger against anyone unless they were a threat to their family. Oh she’d wished her husband in that lifetime had lived instead of dying to save her. 

Wemmbu closed the door and went back up to her room. Locking the door on her way in. Turning to look at the mirror once again. Tracing her hands down her outfit. So much has changed about her. That once nonviolent wife who only had a bark no bite was now a deadly survivor with a bite that has teeth that would break through bone. The funny thing about this was that Wemmbu was more threatening in her first life by appearance because in her first life she was a dragon. Such a pretty dragon with lavender horns and Obsidian black scales that trailed down to her tail. During her lifetimes, she’s been many things from a fox hybrid to an undefinable demon and now a spider hybrid. She’s been so many things yet in all those lifetimes people always discredit her and shame her by calling her another hybrid, but she’s been so many things she doesn’t feel insulted anymore.

She was such a pretty dragon. Wemmbu knows she’s pretty now, but she misses her dragon features. Adorning her horns and wings with gold and jewels it was one of her favorite things to do. It was also something her husband loved to join her in as it always ended with them and the promise of Wemmbu getting pregnant. 

When Wemmbu had found out she was going to have a baby, the dragon hybrid had been so happy which led to her turning her private training room into a nesting area, constantly nudging her husband. Her husband hadn’t been violent during the pregnancy; only after Wemmbu had given birth to their child had her husband turned to violence. She wanted to believe it wasn’t her fault, but even now Wemmbu didn’t know who’s fault it was. 

A knock upon her bedroom door pulled her out of her thoughts. Opening the door she saw the angel with a sorrowful look.

“Is something wrong Egg?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me. There is with you.”

“What?”

“You’ve closed off! The last time this happened was when I had to leave for three weeks to deal with issues back in heaven. Why are you closing off?”

Shit the angel was more observant than the spider gave credit to. Wemmbu looked at the angel with a resigned look.

“Just thinking back on old memories.”

“Which specific memories?”

“You see-”

Wemmbu didn’t want to lie to the angel, but knew it the angel would figure it out. Egg’s wings shifted slightly as they watched the spider’s expression. Headwings of the angel almost unmoving as they waited for her response.

“If I said I’ve lived a few hundred lifetimes would you believe me?”

“We’ve seen the world decay. The past echoes right in front of us. Reincarnation might be one of the more logical and reasonable things to say to exist. Although how many cycles have you gone through?”

“Somewhere between a hundred and a few hundred.”

EggChan’s expression shifted into a more thoughtful look. The angel thought about what they were going to say before speaking up. 

“Do you remember each lifetime clearly?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I don’t lose any memories.”

Wemmbu was telling a half-truth as she should be losing her memories in every reincarnation, but she is keeping her memories because of her first lifetime of being a dragon hybrid as they have perfect memory. The angel’s expression changed again into an empathic look as the angel has lived for a few decades now as angels as a species have a long lifetime.

“Have I met you in one of your previous lifetimes?”

The spider couldn’t help, but laugh as it was such a shallow tone of voice the angel was using to ask a relatively normal question to ask to a forever reincarnate.

“No we haven’t met before, but I’m happy I met you in this lifetime and it made this life more bearable.”

“Can you tell me about your other lifetimes? Not to document. I want to know you better.” 

The violet haired soul let the white haired angel into her room and waited for them to take a seat before starting.

“You’re allowed to interject with questions while I talk.”

“Understood.”

“My first life was a lovely one, but I wouldn’t go back to it. I was a dragon hybrid, lavender horns and Obsidian black scales, all that jazz-”

“What type of dragon?”

“Uh.. Good question. I was an outer dragon since I was born in the outer end rings.”

The angel nodded and ran their hands through their wings to occupy their hands as they instinctively wanted to write down everything Wemmbu was saying, but they were respecting Wemmbu’s privacy and not writing. The spider’s heart hurt a little seeing the angel fidgety as her maternal instincts were very much still one of her dominant dragon character traits existing in her. 

“You can write it down, just don’t share it please.”

“I won’t share it. I’ll leave this notebook with you. It’s like a biography and you keep it.”

That’s actually not a bad idea, Wemmbu did need to write down her first life so she would remember to sketch a picture of her child. After the angel got a new notebook, they sat back down and waited for the spider to continue. 

“Where was I? Right, I was talking about what I looked like. My eyes are the same as they were back then purple and snake-like. Back then I wasn’t violent and instead was a pliant wife.”

That last part got the angel to stop writing and look at the spider as if attempting to visualize what the spider was saying. 

“It’s kind of hard to see you as an obedient person.”

“I sometimes forget how pliant I was originally. My husband, who’s name I won’t mention, was a sweetheart before we had our child.”

“Is that why you were so protective over Oswald?”

Oswald was their pet axolotl that they had for a few weeks before Theo showed up and carted their home in the Pale Oak forest. 

“Yeah, I have a strong maternal instinct. It’s a dragon hybrid trait that has stuck to my character for all the cycles.”