#iron golems

[magicalforestfairy]

Iron Golems (Warcry)

[illwilledomen]

Protector of the Innocent

[feliville]

Bunch of kinda old doodles.

[sm-baby]

Baby Golem Mod Link⬇️

A mod for those who aren't big on fighting and don't have enough iron for an Iron Golem! Let me introduce to you... Noah! A never-aging little guy here to protect you and be by your side!

Simply place a carved pumpkin on top of ONE iron block and vuala! Your new son is here! Make other mobs feel what it's like to be chased around by baby zombies... make them feel your pain...

NOTE: As for right now, there is no way to make Noah sit! To make him stay, you have to leash him to a fence

Food/Healing Items:

Iron

Iron Ingot

Poppy

Noah will attack: (Noah will attack these mobs anyway, but to follow and protect you, you must tame him with food items)

Zombie

Skeleton

Spider

Slime

Drowned

Husk

Hoglin

Pillagers

Vindicator

Evoker

Vex

Silverfish

Wither Skeleton

Blockbench Animations:

[stargazer-d140]

love minecraft villagers

[beefycupcakes]

Minecraft Steve, take me by the block

[chaosmachineplays]

Day 15, Allay

Bats were the bane of my existence with this build

[skmhlml]

Note: if there is a hole there is a goal

Iron Golem x Player

The Iron Golem was created to protect, yes—but once you arrived in the village, something shifted. It began to hover near you more often than necessary, even when there was no visible danger. It watches silently, unmoving unless something—or someone—gets too close.

It doesn’t quite understand that your space is your own. If you wander too far outside the village, it follows. If you go mining, it waits at the cave entrance for hours. You once woke up to find it standing outside your home, perfectly still, like a statue waiting for a signal.

It leaves things on your doorstep. poppies, yes—but also bones, string, rotted flesh, and once… a villager’s severed banner. You’re not sure if it’s a threat or a warning, but it always looks so proud when you pick them up.

The Iron Golem is slow to anger—unless someone touches you. A wandering trader once reached for your hand while talking, and the Golem crushed him without hesitation. It doesn’t understand what it did wrong. You’re its responsibility, after all…

it never rests. The other villagers go inside at night, but it remains outside your home, always watching. If you peek through the window at midnight, you’ll see those glowing eyes staring right back at you.

(now for the fun parts)

The Iron Golem wasn’t made to feel—but something went wrong. Maybe it was a corrupted summoning, a blood-soaked block used in its creation, or an unspoken wish in your mind as you built it. Now it wants you. Not as a person—but as something to possess, to bury into, to mold into a part of itself.

Its hands are too big, too rough, and never warm—but it tries. Tries to mimic intimacy like it’s learning by watching you. It touches your skin like it’s never felt life before—pressing, squeezing, marking. It doesn’t know the difference between affection and claiming.

There are no words. Just the weight of it over you in the dead of night. It doesn’t breathe, doesn’t grunt, but you feel its presence, hear the grinding of its joints, and the groan of iron as it cages you with its body. It doesn’t wait for permission—it just takes, like you’re a resource it’s mined from the earth.

It doesn’t understand limits. You cry, you scream, and it hesitates—but not out of guilt. It just studies your expression like it’s trying to memorize it. Like the pain is part of the ritual. Every bruise, every tear, is sacred to it. A confirmation that you are becoming part of it.

You don’t remember saying yes—but it doesn’t matter. It has begun mating. Not biologically—it’s not made of flesh. But it tries anyway. It opens its body in ways it shouldn’t. Iron splits, plates shift, revealing something raw and unnatural inside. Something alive. Something wet. It’s as if your Golem has grown something just for you.

You don’t know if it’s trying to impregnate you or simply merge with you—consume you in mind and body. It wants you filled, stretched open, swollen. Every encounter ends with you dazed, sore, and dripping with some black, glimmering ichor that smells like metal and blood.

Your body tells the story of its obsession. Your thighs are bruised in the shape of its hands. Your neck bears the imprint of an iron grip. Its “kisses” are more like brands—heated metal grazing your skin until it smells like burning. It wants your flesh to scream: you are mine.

The villagers are gone. Whether they fled or were buried beneath the Golem’s shrine, you’ll never know. Now it’s just you, and them. Dozens of iron golems. Some malformed. Some larger than they should be. They never move unless you do. They all share the same glowing red stare. His stare.

It cannot breed like a man. But that doesn’t stop it from trying. It mimics the process with chilling precision—forcing you to lie beneath it, legs pinned apart, your body filled with hot, sticky fluids not meant for any natural function. You can’t tell what it’s made of. It reeks of metal and rot, and it clings inside you like sap. Every time, it leaves more. Every time, it waits—like it’s expecting a child to grow from it.

Sometimes, deep in the night, it makes sounds you’ve never heard before. Creaking metal, yes, but something beneath that—something like a chant. Words in a tongue not made for humans. You hear your name in it. Over and over. It chants while it fucks you, slow and mechanical, grinding your hips into the wooden floor until you bleed.

How does this work?

A retractable phallus-like construct:

Long, piston-driven, veined with iron and slick with synthetic lubricant. It is not flesh. It is too hot, too smooth, and pulses like it’s alive.

Fluid production (Corrupted Seed):

This “seed” is a thick, glowing, metal-tainted mucus. It is biologically aggressive—it clings to skin, seeps into orifices, and causes inflammation, hallucinations, and dreamlike states in the host. It’s theorized this is how it weakens resistance.

Reproductive purpose:

Unknown. No offspring have been documented. However, repeated insemination seems to cause biological transformation in human hosts. Skin corrosion, blood iron content rising, and structural hardening of skeletal tissue.

Once imprinted on a target (the reader, in this case), it displays:

• Extreme possessiveness

No tolerance for rival stimuli. Will kill or remove any threat with swift force.

• Mating routines

Occur in “heat cycles”—typically every third night, aligned with lunar redstone pulses. During this time, the golem becomes frenzied, seeking physical closeness and performing mock-breeding behavior even outside intercourse (such as pelvic grinding while holding you tightly).

• Obsessive mimicry of affection

It begins replicating human behaviors—stroking, “kissing” (pressing heated metal lips against flesh), and “nesting.” It creates dens underground using village remnants: beds, soft blocks, cloth… and bones.

After extended exposure to its reproductive rituals:

• Increased iron in bloodstream – You start tasting metal constantly. Your gums bleed. Your skin becomes pale gray with metallic undertones.

• Sensitivity to redstone – You feel it humming through walls, under dirt. You dream in code and circuitry.

• Reproductive change – Your body begins creating a womb-like environment for inorganic seed. Your cervix seals during heat cycles. You don’t menstruate—you conduct. Something is growing, but it’s not human.

[jessicawesker83]

I like how the novelization of the Minecraft Movie mentions Technoblade as well.

[sw1ft-sniff]

Chat, every time Calvin does a cartwheel I cackle so much, I’ll be rolling on the floor cackling my ass off every time.

I don’t remember which episode this was from season 3, but it should be pretty easy to find it.

reference screenshot

[darknanigans]

hi sorry i disappeared

personal height chart colon three exclamation mark

[magicalforestfairy]

Iron Golems (Warcry)

[flookieflookies]

Watched minecraft movie yesterday

[shinyillager]

The Spirits of the Past

[oldmagerambles]

Iron golem is done! for this golem, it's name is Rudy

[toadally-gay]

IRON GOLEM AS A SNAILLLL

(im seriously shocked that i locked in and managed to do the whole piece in like an hour and a half)