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Take a bite out of my sight

Chapter 2 "Laminated Bell"

Part 1 ±

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CottagedBeastInMe “Post”

Hi, I’m Llamari a (24) Witch Jewler apprentice, who lives in a mountain village. For the past few weeks I'd had a commission to work with an eye, which is pretty uncommon Usually, people who herd goats would commission me for it and give them away in gifts or hold onto it for the memory(since most get them in portraits with pictures of their goat).

Lamination takes 22-77 for the lamination and checking on the eye. I work on it 2 hours a day after 12 PM (after church), and after 5 with the coven guild because I just love being told I might be doing something wrong. Eh :P I don't, but I'm not bothered by it their nice when they're not criticizing you I promise :[]

An errand-ger with some dirt stains and a donkey came by, and I never bit my tongue for someone more than when a coven elder insulted that their donkey was not worth laminating an eye for an eye.

The coven I works closely with jewelry and potions, using gems as a power source rather than with lightning. I'm an apprentice on the jewelry side I usually help out with the jewelry craftsmanship. So I thought the merchant must've mistaken ours for being the doctor's coven because of our similar builds being two than one coven on the hillside, and having the same silhouette through the window(But I'm also guessing due to my set-up with working with eyeballs and rabbits eye for some lunch made it a good assumption). Though they'd informed me that they needed to restock in potions, I think since the  Villager was told to find the other coven here, for spare healing potions.

They chatted with me as one of the coven heads got a spare potion from their office. 

It was quieter and so was the cricket I thought I'd id be complaining about my work. But no.. No.

They peeked over my shoulder, like everyone does to see what im working on. Their donkey is inside resting on the hardwood ground. And they so politely ask.

“Is this from the vindicator that left, after their eyes were spooned out?”

It had a glowing hue, that was what was bothering a sweet old lady. Hah, it glowed, the client, GAVE ME THEIR DEATH WISH TO FINNISH-

If a vengeful, kid or parent to whatever illager is at the mansion, is gonna see them and get some movie flashback and burn this village to the ground.

[No I don't know how or any of the details, it's usually something witches in the coven can choose to work with. Kinda feels like treating crystals like pain medication to swallow. i only work with jewelry and tea potions].

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“Hello, anything I could get for you.” Tomorrow was a lackluster day, with the quietness paving an empty street corner.

A tired sigh left their lips “A Goat pie” 

“Ah sorry, we have a shortage of raspberries.” They shakingly explained, their arms jittering to their collar and counter.

“Oh hey, isn't that the villager that commissioned that eye lamination.”

“No”

“You aren't even lookin inat them, they're wearing those glasses I fixed up”

“I've never seen them with glasses, how would I know?”

“I’m worried about the genetics of you not getting glasses yet.” 

Looking across the table are eyes agreeing. 

“What?”

A witch taking a bite of tiramisu from their satchel of baked goods explained, “You're getting the same age as your parents when they needed glasses.”

Llamari pulled down her hat to her eyes, looking at her phone. With the only response, she gets in a short time.

Good call, she had recognized their clothing. Still wearing the same mountain robe, with dried crimson brown stained by their collar, it had looked like a less messy spill of raspberry. When it came across the thought that it was blood.

The lamination witch assumed it was the goat, even though they'd never seen them go up the mountain that much. 

Most unemployed Villagers aren't always walking up to attempt to get hit by a goat's horn. Maybe she could've asked questions

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SomeGoldNugget: “Can I use isopropyl, would the alcohol go inside the eyeballs though? Or can I just put them in the jar with the alcohol? I have some rabbits and I'd like to preserve some eyeballs and possibly other parts of the rabbit.”

                                                              CottagedBeastInMe: “I use Formaldehyde, from the nearby medical store. I don��t really know, and I don’t usually eat eyes since I might make it a habit and eat a customer's pet eye Heh ’(T - T)”

Typo: Delete your typo.

CottagedBeastInMe: Too lazy to typ ooo

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Tiagi oak wood pillar’d across the bar, to keep the roof of wine’n’whisky steady. For the customers empty the stools of the bartender table.

The shopkeeper of the sweet ol bar got up from the bartender's mixer, their back turned away to all the colorful glasses of deep magenta, turquoise, and purple (though some blue glasses were there too like sprinkles). The Shopkeeper tried steadying their breath, staring at the door like it was aimless. 

The door stifled open, and there was nothing much to be cleaned for today.

The packager finally broke away at the door handle. The small window had the sun peeking out of its clouded pillows, their backs glazed in the warm citrusy light, with the two uncomfortable villagers fumbling out. 

The bartenders dusted themselves off and walked off in a huff of tiredness. 

The packager rubbed the corners of their head, snapping the inside of their vest. They stretched their back, ruffling their tired and degrading attire in wrinkles

I suppose the broom closet wasn't as comfy as their boss made it out to be. Albeit, with a lack of enthusiasm and sarcasm.

The door jingled open to a green robe figure, dosed in the sun's orange hue, the patterns were of smaller mountain rocks, and river patterns on the bottom of their robe. 

“You got any crates of booze.” 

“...” Shopkeeper became less disoriented, “Yeah, ya morning drunkards.” The nitwits laughed themselves inside, scraping the wooden stool to sit on closer to the hallway. More duller than the wooden patterns of the bar's interior, the nitwits made themselves welcome.

Shopkeep gazed at one of the Nitwits attire having a tiger on their robe. As jungle villagers never had their nitwits have teeth to drape around their shoulders, no status, unlike the nitwits in the mountainside village. That the shopkeeper knew deeply, with their eyes sinking inside the trivialized glass bucket and its crystal triangular design.

..I suppose the town here has a name... But villagers don’t usually hang up signs. The roads that can only get to the forests right down the taiga forest were lit halfway of the road, just in the middle. Standing on the ledge of the mountain, you can probably see it through those binoculars.

The wind caller drops emeralds on the wandering trader's hands, as an older windcaller yanks their hair to straighten up.

The sun dazed began to cuddle with the clouds, snuggling in its blanket lightyears away.

A carpenter and a weaponsmith sat next to each other. They’d be the last to order drinks before it rains hard. To the relief of the rest of the shopkeepers on this road, the time for closing was soon, and they could bring out priceless decorations.

The jukebox started to play, as the bartender poured wine and beer, the aroma of apples can be smelled by any passing villager outside. Nothing outstanding to them, nothing peculiar. The day is calm in the shopkeeper's mind, leaning on their jukebox. 

Humming to the words of a song heard on a rainy day, “My Lonely Heart” (‘Hot Summer’ by Break Beat)

“Oh lookie here, an iron nose and An iron dumbass walks into a bar.”

A clean librarian joked, taking a chug of whisky with stain’s of whisky in their sleeves.

The taller metal-looking villager looks down. Their lips quivers, as their armour clanks to their slouching. 

They both had Redstone poppy emblems glowing quietly. The other gaurd that entered afterwords, with a small wooden bell bouncing off their armour from their chastel questions the ‘compliment’ and insult

“Isn’t iron-nose a compliment?” The wandering trader pops in-between the average height iron guard and iron-shaped nose gaurd, “It means someone's smell is stifled with blood, here in there.”

“Here n there?” They rolled their wrist, as if it was a vague direction, everywhere .

“Well not this village, maybe, it could just be a shared interpretation with the word.” They jostled their head, moving their fingers to the music, “Rarity, but i quite like it.”

Their were moments to take in for the iron guard, and the middle villager of a doors height, rolled out a scroll.

“Where here from the bell report of sightings of any raid activities, suspicion, and reason for… Leaving.”

The carpenter and weaponsmith were listening, the words couldn't echo against the walls with the music cushion. but the Guard noticed their changed postures. The weaponsmith had taken their face back, and the carpenter leaned to the side. 

The carpenter swirled their cup. They were about to ask something, but awkwardness was a fear. The noise of the stool scratched the floor.

The carpenter was already up. 

Would that even say a lot about the type of observational skill a guard has to hone? 

The shopkeeper left the gaze of the wandering trader to the guard. They walked up to them, their iron on their Chatelaine is humble, with their keys, a religious trinket of a creeper's head inside an old old legend on the design of a spawner with a simple square rotated 90+ degrees(Diamond shape), with a single elongated string of teeths from some canine.

“You might want to stay for a while, the village has had a big scare. Or, such a lousy one.”

They fester a conversation with the guard, nimbly looking up.

“Ah, do you have a storage room for us to sleep in?”

“Hah, you don’t ask for an inn. We do have storage.”

The Emerald eyed Guard, was quite thankful, a small smile behind their nose and in his emerald ore eyes.

The sun was falling, as the guards waited in the bar for more guests to feel safer to loan a message.(Add scene of shopkeeper telling them that)

The Flag-bearing Illager sat by the roots of a winding tree.The sun speared their eyes hitting the iron bucket, with a burnt poppy inside the bucket that illusioned one floating to the side of an invisible flower…

They laid their heads to see a laminated Bells ribbon around a tree, with rings of flowers hanging off the branches, rotting. 

The Illagers eyes meet another, not glowing, or blinking..

The vindicator eye showed the vibrant cold hue of blue dancing with the greenery dark reflections of the forest. Hands in a gentle clench slide to their left cheek, slides behind their nose.

Their hands fall as they look down deeply to the soil and flowers reflecting reds and white petals. You could see the glow in their eyes, as if they were a sea filled with red rose petals and white alyssum. 

They twirl their finger around their neck.

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YES

yay thank you python again

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Raid captain Idea i got from daydreaming

Any mob picking up a raid captains flag

I got this idea from daydreaming as a nitwit and picking up a raid captain flag in diffrent way [stumbling in a forest, diffrent place, on my front door staircase with a pillager hitting their head the stairs trying to get it]

Oc and implied death

I also thought of one of my ocs from craft an ask, 'Coffin eyes' asexually reproduced child[from autemm fog fic, on the chapters 'docters notes' about witch reproduction and mutation]. Their kid has witness a raid captain coughing up blood, couse poisoned.

Wich I'd doodled an idea on "Educational Patrol"

Unfinished doodle I'm planning to draw some cute little outfit, mb a little cape.

But i have to go to the dentist so I don't promise to finnish this

But chapter one is the pillager crew trying to comfort a child as I try to kill this mosquito [I've slapped that suckered a couple of times and the tennis racket that electrics is giving a rancid smell, while the fly is still alive. It somet8mes looks like a mosquito]

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Finally, a toxic yuri speedrun…

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Pillagers are the cuntiest Minecraft mobs. Not gonna elaborate as I shouldn’t need to.

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so fucked up that alliums exist in Minecraft but not onions or garlic or anything. STEVE YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON A CULINARY BREAKTHROUGH JUST DIG DOWN A LITTLE FURTHER

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HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! And happy birthday to me [including the end of the week]

I'm really impatient for my birthday that's gonna come out next week

Self j sert with my fav old glasses 🥂 my new years resolution is getting over a bad night habit, I didnt do the habit at night but like I had wattpad when I was younger what did you think the pipeline would lead me as a dopamine chaser

Oh an i guess starting a private tumblr blog diary, cause I heard so muxh photos and neet to type boring stuff and thoughts to when I get curious about my younger self

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But because I have a hard time knowing my aichvments I'm gonna try to go over them

My cardboard illager head was fun and awsome!

Getting 3 perfect scores in studies

Having a huge collection of figurines and getting into liking jewellery and fashion more

My book collection of minecract comic and novels along with mangas! That started in 2023 with a cat manga and diamond manga but man I have books I like.

And onto APPRIVATOONS

I APPRICATE THE PEOPLE IVE MET IN THE IĹLAGER FANDOM ♡♡♡ and it'd be my first year celebrating with an illager hyperfixation ♡ I caht even remember last January.......

I ALSO APPRICATE THE PEOPLE IN MY WRITING GROUPS!!! And pyro us3r for looking over my writing

I HAD COMPLWT3D 3 chapters 2 are for pokemon fic 1 chapter of my take a bite out of my sight fic. Wixh has a lot of drafts and the support for my worldbuilding where pretty nice ☆ my goal mightve been 5 chapters but o have sp many pmd chapters and snippets that it's laughable if I ignored them ... ughh wow

I might have not accomplished a consistency goal, but i had enjoyed writing so many things in the moment

I APPRICATE THE JIRIES/LANDMINS ON BLUSKY their wonderful! ♡

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Oooh I want to do this too, with the folders and memories I have, I'll only remember a few things on the top of my head ヘ(≧▽≦ヘ)♪

Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

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... This has to be in my Fic ♡♡♡♡ THIS IS SO CUTE

O need some ravager ocs for this, this is going to kill me

That's so cute!

How to make ice cream in Alaska

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Alright

A post about meeeee...

I have so many drafts and privates post I'm actually going to be ayncying my obsidian folder to my obsidian than the icloud so I can get all the missing files I was crying about not having ♡ coping

I'm so thankful I have a new phone, I need to doodle, I had so muxh fun thinking about it 😌 😔 I really need to make an update post on my "craft me an ask"

And I probably shouldn't have removed/scrapped the idea that asks came up on randomized wooden/iron signs ♡

I really need to sleep

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thinking about this dynamic

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Thought abt them immediately

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Cozy Cave

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Tearful VIllager Sandwiche

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50 posts!

... I need to complete writing

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I have not posted anything so sooner or later I will be posting everything

And what i mean is that i am not going to painstakingly copy paste text, their will just be screenshots... and a description on what the plots about

Sooner or later probably

I have so much fic ideas and strangled dialogue and action scenes

I have to muxh and too little

And I have not finnished the gore writing promot I was so excited to write about

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Villager 8008: I want to be against a mansions chest.

Villager 305: Why would you want a mansions chest, and against you how?

Villager 8008: Oh, I meant a 'mans chest' Aha.

Boobs and an upside down Hoe on a calculator [atleats I think I used the same numbers lol I didn't check]