#minecraft mobs

Their just lil nuggets 😭

Why only a copper golem?..

Minecraft Wandering trader.

Wandering traders are very important to overworld and especially nether economy, they act as a peaceful global trade option, bringing materials from places otherwise not available to the smaller and relatively isolated communities, whether those be villages, bastions, campsites or otherwise.

Was struggling with the cloak colors so here’s some other values below cut.

📁 [𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞 - “𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝚂… 𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙳?” —> 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙶𝙽! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]

[ ! +𝟭 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 ! : 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘍𝘐𝘊 𝘠𝘐𝘗𝘗𝘐𝘌!! ]

-> 📋 [𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗬] 📋 : 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

->❗️[𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦]❗️: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 (𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛), 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜

->❕[𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧]❕: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙉𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙔/𝙉

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The cold air felt nice on your skin as you walked the path towards your house. You had just finished another long and excruciating hunt for ores from a cavern just a couple miles away from where you lived. The mobs were, in the politest way you could put it, very troublesome. From skeletons shooting arrows at you, to zombies and whatever other mobs that thought it would be funny for shits and giggles to just attack you at once. But it wasn’t something that you couldn’t handle.

In the end you got most of the stuff that you needed and high tailed out of there. You now get to enjoy the long stroll back home, only bumping into smaller groups of mobs then before. You were relieved to finally go home, take off the armour and rest in the oh so comfortable heaven you called your bed; that is, if HE wasn’t already there, wait for you on it.

You can’t remember how you had met the knocker, it just sort of…happened? You made the one mistake of look him in the eyes one time and he hasn’t left you alone since. Overall, you could say you have a “love and hate” kind of relationship with him. He’d always be knocking on your doors and windows, attacking you whenever you look for too long at him, leaving not so lovely notes for you outside around your property, and by far, the most frequent thing, is waiting for you in your bed.

You could never forget the first time it happened.

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You had just gotten home from making trades at the village close by when you had opened your door and entered your home. You let out an exhausted sigh and rubbed your face, hoping to calm down the incoming migraine as you make your way towards your room. You still had some chores to do around the house before you finally rest, so you just planned to put your stuff you got in a chest before leaving the house again.

‘God this migraine is gonna be the death of me. I’ll just be happy once I can finally rest in my bed- what the hell-?!’

Opening the door to your room you pause your train of thought as your eyes settle on the familiar figure you have grown accustomed to, as he sat on your bed in a criss-cross manner, slightly slouched as he kept his gaze on you.

“…”

There’s a long pause of silence as you watched each other, waiting for the other to do something first. You were the first one to break the quiet atmosphere. “Hey..?” You greeted him, though it sounded more like a question rather than a simple hello.

He tilts his head to the side, continuing to stare silently at you before a wicked grin crawled in his face, his body shacking before disappearing, leaving black particles to float softly onto the bed and dissipating into nothing. Another moment of silence passes as you stare at the now empty bed.

“…WHAT THE FU-“

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Ever since that moment he had made it a common accuracy to wait for you at home; in your bed. Or sometimes you’d just be sleeping and the next thing you know you’re waking up to the sight of him looking over you, breathing heavily before giving you that stupid, face overtaking grin and disappearing once again. You could say it’s become one of your many “pet peeves” as you put it.

You’ve tried everything to make him stop. You’ve tried telling him personally to stop being in you bed, which only earned you a good pinch to the side from him before disappearing once more. Then you tried bribing him with some cake; which then lead to getting a small punch. Hell, you even made him a room and he still picks your bed over it.

You had add some things that you thought he would like, and when you first showed him your room you thought that he would be pleased and leave your bed alone, only for him to instantly teleported away, only to find him in your room soon after.

Your thoughts stop once you’ve reached the doors of your home, letting a long sight out as you open the door, hoping that your bed would be vacant so you can call it a night.

‘Let’s just hope he’s not here tonight’ you thought to yourself. Closing the door behind you, you put your armour back on its designated stand, along with your equipment in the chest next to it, before making a be-line towards your room.

You stop at the entrance to your room when you hear the familiar sound of heavy breathing on the other side of the door. “Of course he’s here…” you sigh out loud, banging your head lightly on the door before opening the door, slowly peaking your head in, then opening it fully with a deadpanned expression on your face.

There he was, in all of his glory, sitting on your bed the same way he did the first time. Staring nonchalantly at you as you grumble incoherent words to yourself, rubbing your face out of exhaustion and irritation before speaking. “Why must you always insist on being in my bed when I’ve made a room just for you?”.

You stare at him, waiting for any sort of response from him. But all you get from him is the usual head tilt and quiet stare. Your eyebrow twitches a little before you just decide to ignore him and head to a chest made specifically for hoarding ore, and begin to put the materials in to it.

As you focus on putting the materials, you could feel his gaze on your back as he watch you silently, you then heard the sound of the knocker teleporting. You thought that he had probably left, seeing as how you might not have given him the reaction he wanted. You had let out a sigh of relief as finished putting the ores you collected away. You could now go to bed and sleep peacefully, or so you thought.

When you turned around to head to bed, you didn’t expect to bump into something wall like. When you get a good look at what you bumped into you let out a small shriek as you see the knocker standing in front of you, A little too close to you for comfort. You can practically feel his hot breath on you face. Your frown deepens, gaze hardening as you glare at him.

“What- what do you want now!?” You stuttered out loudly towards him. He tilts his head for who knows how many times now, before that same spine chilling smile makes it up to his face. You freeze slight in place, a little frightened as a bead of sweat slowly drops down your face.

Though, that doesn’t last long as the knocker extends his arm out you grab yours, making you let out a yelp, before flinging you onto your bed roughly. Your let out a groan of discomfort as you rubbed you arm, lifting yourself up slightly as you turn to ask him what the hell that was for, only to stop yourself as he towers over you from the edge of the your bed, walking slowly closure to you as if you were his pray.

You clench you fist, ready to fight back it you have too. That is, until he grabs your shoulders and pushes you down onto the bed before letting go and… starting to tuck you in?

‘…Okay, what the fuck is happening right now??’ You questioned to yourself.

Once he’s done tucking you in he goes to sit on the other side of the bed, facing towards you in a the usual crisscross manner as he stares at you, patiently waiting for something to happen. You open your mouth to try and speak again, but your cut off once you feel a hand placed on top of your head, lightly petting it as if you were some sort of pet.

Okay, seriously, WHAT WAS THIS GUYS DEAL? Not even moments ago it felt like he was going to attack you and now he’s petting you? Like damn, does he want to kill you or nah, just make up his mind already!

Your pulled out of your thoughts once you hear an unfamiliar voice speak out to you.

“Sleep” a deep, soothing yet unsettling voice said. You realise it came from the knocker himself. Your eyes widen slightly at this new discovery. Not once have you ever heard a peep, let alone coherent words, come out of his mouth. He’d only speak to you through signs or small notes, most of them being words of mockery towards your “lack” of self awareness.

You eyes lids start to grow heavy as he continues to petting you gently, the only response you could make was a quiet human you shut your eye lids and slowly fall into a deep slumber, you had only one thought before sleep took over you.

‘I guess sharing my bed wouldn’t be so bad, right?’