#a cloud of ghasts

[jhokey]

Doodle - Freedom

In the stifling Nether, where everything above and below is tightly sealed, you can often see the Ghasts trapped, living with a perpetual frown. Will they find happiness if, indeed, they were released into the vast blue skies of the Overworld?

[nightphiz]

Ghast hc design

I imagine them using air circulation to float with with smaller and larger air pockets to keep themselves up

They're camouflage as clouds

[minecraftessentials]

what if ghasts were from the overworld and used to be native to extreme peaks, and what if they filtered clouds like whales and ate snow and

:c and now they're only in the nether

[sparksprout]

Ghastling doodles are incoming… may we please speak of the implications of this?

Considering this update, ghasts are probably not an indigenous species to the nether. They are unhappy with the hot, dry climate and are less grumpy with exposure to moisture and snow.

Which begs the question, which biome(s) are they native to?

The ice biomes and glaciers seem like an obvious choice, but allow me to elaborate. Ghasts could resemble clouds and be a migrating species, floating through the sky toward moist climate destinations to bear young.

Ghasts shooting fireballs in the Nether could be an adaptive trait for survival in a landscape with other ranged mobs. Alternatively, what if they attack players alone because players are the reason why their species is trapped in the Nether? What if they were hunted down for tears in the Overworld, the few survivors and their descendants populating the fiery Nether?

Do happy ghasts shoot fireballs? Can they be used for Overworld combat? O.O

[hicat13]

I rlly like the theory that ghasts are like clouds. Like they’re basically the only source of water in the nether, and their tears are what turns into water vapor, which helps the mushrooms to grow and is where the piglins get their water from

while living in the overworld they would have floated through the sky and absorbed moisture from the air through their gills, alleviating the need to cry as they have all the moisture they need

also crying as a way to keep their babies soggy

which is why they dry up when separated from their parent maybe they can’t produce their own tears yet :(

[venice-1987]

The Ghast Hunter

I met the Ghast hunter beside a village that had been built in the tundra. A tall mountain cut through the horizon, forcing the eye upwards and into the clouds, and at its base was his humble hut, and ancient ruined portal -now repaired- located a stone’s throw away. He invited me inside for a drink, and I got a glimpse of his home. A loft bed, and the necessities, and an open chest filled to the brim with Ghast tears, displayed like a trophy right as you entered the front door. 

“I need an escort through the Nether,” I said. At the time, I had big dreams about reaching the End, but enough good sense to ask for help getting there. At the time, I would have called it cowardice, if I had the stones to confront the strange feeling in my chest. He agreed, as long as he got a share of the spoils if we came across any treasure. 

“I don’t need much. Just enough to trade with the locals for food,” he said. “And every ghast tear is mine. That is non-negotiable”

I thought it strange, but chaulked it more up to egotistical possessiveness. He needed to grow his trophy chest int he center of his home, wanted credit for each ghast killed. 

It was no trouble to me. There was more glory in killing the other beasts in the Nether, and more treasure would go into my pockets. I agreed, and he got up from his chair. I startled at the idea of leaving right at that moment, but in my over-eager youth, I followed.

We did not manage to find a fortress in the remainder of the day. Although time seems to work differently in the hell dimension, our fatigue did not and our weariness told us when it was wise to return to the overworld. But the Ghast hunter lived up to his name, slaughtering the tearful ghost-like creatures with ease and without discrimination. 

“I feel sorry for them,” I mentioned on our journey back. We were on an ashy cliffside, bones scattered in the nooks of the cavern. “They look so sad.” I had never seen a ghast at that point, only read about them. Their shrieks pierced my eardrums, and their wailing cut deep into my own heart. 

“There is not much left to feel sorry for. They’re creatures twisted by this hell,” the hunter said. “They know nothing but anger. There is no other way to save them than by putting them out of their misery.” 

He said so bitterly, and I took his disgust to be directed at the creatures themselves. It would make sense. These creatures attacked without provocation, defending only fire and the sulfurous fumes burned out from the lava below. What else could they be, save for beings of evil. 

But the hunter stopped by a pile of bones I had thought to be unspectacular, only useful as a landmark to find our way back. But the hunter knelt down by one rib, and chiseled away a rock at its base, and resumed towards our portal without any explanation. Perhaps he thought it another bit of treasure to plunder. 

It wasn’t until we were safe in the overworld, the moon peaking out from behind the mountainside, that I saw the stone had a face. Perhaps I had a visible horror in my expression, or confusion, because the hunter pressed his lips into a thin line, and told me to follow him. Along the way, he cradled the stone as if it were an infant. 

He led me to the base of the mountain, where a tunnel had been carved through the rocks. I had not noticed it before, as it laid directly behind the hunter’s home. We travelled through, and despite my own adventures at that point, the darkness still frightened me. No monsters accosted us, and we finally reached the other side, where a small, brightly lit room welcomed us. To either side, a fountain with more of those strange stones perched underneath the water on pedestals. The hunter placed the one in his hands on an empty space, unbothered by how his now wet hands would chill easier in the cold. 

“This one’s about ready,” he said, pointing towards the stone to the right of the one he had just placed. Somehow, it looked softer, larger, like a sponge that had soaked in some water. More questions filled my mind. I had thought these things to be perhaps ritual statues, collected and placed under water as a strange form of worship. I had read about more unusual things in this world. 

But the stone started to wiggle forward, as if being pushed by the water. The stream parted as it emerged, its face in a wide, content smile. And I realized, it was a ghast!

“I thought you hunted these. You said that they’re not worth saving,” I exclaimed. 

“I didn’t say they weren’t worth saving. I said they could not be saved. And I wasn’t lying to you. The ones we fight in there, the ones whose anger is all they’ve known, they cannot be saved. But they deserve to be saved, in the only way they can be. In rest, they can find peace,” the hunter explained. The little ghast chirped, finding its way into the hunter’s outstretched arms. He smiled gently, the edges of his eyes crinkling with crow’s feet. “But these guys are new enough that they are still learning. If you catch them in the middle of their lesson in suffering, you could teach them comfort and love instead. Before its too late.” He spoke then to the ghast. “Lets get you to the others” 

He stepped through the doors opposite where we entered, leading to the valley on the other side of the mountain. I stepped through as well, gasping at the view. A forest of cherry blossoms littered the lowest points of the Earth, and wildflowers grew between the trunks and pathways. A few bees bumbled between them, drunk on pollen and tired in the late night. And high up, near the peaks and clouds, were dozens of ghasts, all smiling, floating lazily amongst each other. Like the tiny ghast, they looked content and peaceful. 

“Perhaps ghast hunter is a bit of a misnomer,” the hunter laughed. “I do hunt ghasts, but I provide them sanctuary too.” 

“But, what about the tears?” I asked. “Don’t you collect them as trophies.” 

“Oh, no. The ghastlings can be born from the tears,” the hunter said. “I also like to pay respects, for the ghasts that suffered, and are still suffering. They might not know that they were ever loved in life, but they are now.”

The hunter took a long breath, and continued. “I hope to reintroduce the ghast to their natural environment over time,” he said. “Dwindle the population in the Nether. Return everything to how it should be.”

“Its a noble goal,” I finally said. I understood, now. 

“And near impossible,” he said. “But I need to try.” 

[genevawrenn]

So with Phil messing round with the happy ghast snapshot I have had some realizations alongside the crimes he was performing.

First of all, this is about to become the meta for moving mobs and I am positive Scar is very pleased about this.

Secondly, Phil did test and you can just put charged creepers in boats and drop them on people from high above, so you can now just surprise creeper someone.

But that also got me thinking....what if you have skeletons or its night and you steal a bunch of trident throwing drowned? Then douse them with damage increasing potions?

You've essentially just made yourself a warship....and the fact they regenerate in the clouds or rain...

bro these things are so going to change how Minecraft functions and how you can play with your friends...I am so excited for this update.

[changelingz-notebook]

I need a little cloud in Minecraft that you can spawn in or it spawns in while it's raining and you can catch it and have it follow around specific people so that way I can just watch the new baby ghast sit on the floor and do this

Ghasts are just cats change my mind

[atreyucannamos]

II: Collision Zone, Part 2

Soundtrack: Rob Westwood - Venom

"Lady Persephone Helsing's mech has been disabled, and she is out of the duel!"

No, no, no, NO! They'd been doing so well!

This was all Atreyu's fault. Flock elements drifted listlessly as they lost neurosynch. Assembler slumped on the ground where it lay - or scattered, perhaps. Somehow they'd managed to drag everyone down with them, as usual. Except...

With the connection to flock elements interrupted, images came in out of synch, disjointed - seeing an event, and then seeing it again half a second later, and then yet again another half-second later. Delamar's Tokugawa - Sorcerer of Death's Construction - popped every single one of its vents at once, steam and smoke billowing out in great, nauseous clouds. His torch flared so hot and so bright it whited out half of Atreyu's cameras - and he swung, overhead.

Disjointed, desynchronised, Atreyu watched sixteen separate times as the colossal silhouette of Praya's mech became two where once there was one, shorn unevenly shoulder-to-thigh. They cried out as their cousin's mech hit the floor in two unequal halves.

"Lord Praya-Cannamos' mech has been disabled, and she is out of the duel!"

Finally done with bullying Persephone, Argo-Laurent leapt into the fray, slamming Sorcerer to the ground and plunging his blade straight into one of the overheated vents, but once again Caelan's swords flashed.

"Count Argo-Laurent's mech has been disabled, and he is out of the duel!"

That left... Atreyu did the maths. One. One Dusk Wing. With the neurosynch spotty, they couldn't control most of their flock - but the Ghast Nexus was still deployed, and the link was still stable. It soundlessly hovered east, past the screaming and cursing mess of metal that had been Argo's mech, between the stricken halves of Praya's colossus, and past the oozing wreck that had been Persephone's kuirass (don't look at it - stay focused).

There was a Dusk Wing.

This time, Atreyu barely felt the pain of their flesh rupturing, their bones splitting, their nails becoming teeth.

There was not a Dusk Wing.

A loud horn sounded throughout the battlefield.

"With two minutes left on the clock, the company of plaintiffs Lord Praya-Cannamos and Count Argo-Laurent is depleted! The company of defendants Lord Atreyu-Cannamos, Lord Delamar-Leonasius, Lord Caelan-Frostfounder, Lady Tuera-Ashama and Lady Penelope Helsing holds the field! Victory to the defendants!"

They'd won. They'd won.

Tearing themselves free of the uplink cables and the straps of their pilot seat, Atreyu disgorged from their mech and began to sprint for the gargantuan ruin of Praya's mech. They were dimly aware of Caelan disembarking from their own cockpit with a first aid kit, rushing towards Penelope's wreck, but that didn't seem to matter. Even through their hardsuit, Atreyu could feel the intense heat still radiating from the glowing metal. Somehow, even though they knew their hardsuit was operating closed cycle, they swore they could smell the stink of burning fiberglass.

"Praya!" Atreyu half-yelled, half-screamed. Their hands scrabbled at an access panel, the skin of their fingers scorching even through the hardsuit gloves. "Praya! Are you alright?!"

The access panel bulged outwards with a thud loud enough to echo around the duelling fields. Atreyu leapt back with a yelp. There was a second, even louder thud and the panel was blown right off its hinges, flying at least a couple of dozen feet into the air. Like the Avatar of the Titan himself, a towering figure clambered out clad head to toe in shining golden metal.

The Cannamos battle regalia?! She was piloting this well in that clunky piece of shit?!

Praya took a step forward, and then another, until she was looming right over them. Beneath all the layers of metal and adamant-glass, it was impossible to see her expression. Atreyu swallowed hard. She raised a mailed hand, and Atreyu flinched, steeling themself for the blow - but she merely ran a finger roughly along the shoulder of their hardsuit, flicking some dust and soot away.

"Keep your suit clean, El-Ahrairah. Never know what you might track into your mech, otherwise."

Then, she turned and strode away towards Argo's mech.

Another figure was visible, walking impassively through the carnage - a figure wearing a ceremonial uniform decorated with a dozen medals. Atreyu recognised one as the Distinguished Service Emblem of the Khayradin Elites - this, then, must be Dean-Commander Doleros. She was applauding - slowly, but genuinely.

"Well fought - well fought indeed! Glory to the victors! As is demanded by tradition and mutual consent of both parties, the defeated party must offer their sincere apologies."

Argo had just been hauled from the wreckage of his kuirass by Praya, and had discarded his helmet in order to breathe. Upon hearing the Dean's words, his face twisted into a grimace, his lip curling upwards to far it almost touched his nose. His eyelid twitched violently. Beneath their helmet's respirator, Atreyu couldn't help but crack a smile.

"I..." Argo growled, sucking in loud breaths through clenched teeth, "... apologise for my... imprudent choice of words, and for any... offence... that might... have been taken to them."

Delamar, who was still in his mech, answered through the speakers, their malicious delight palpable in the air. "Oh, cousin - apology accepted. I'm sure that in future you will choose your words with due care and consideration."

Argo looked like he might burst a blood vessel on the spot.

Praya, meanwhile, removed her helmet and shook her hair a little. Without any sneering, without any anger, she bowed - to Atreyu in particular.

"I apologise," she declared, "for my harsh and unwarranted words. I wholeheartedly retract them, and you may consider this matter of honour settled in your favour. I promise that from now on, I shall act only as befits the demands of our House."

Atreyu's heart sank. Even in defeat, she was clever. They could feel the implication hidden in the words "as befits the demands of our House." So Atreyu didn't want this to be so personal? Alright, it wasn't personal. Now, it would be her acting out of duty.

They had to claw this back. They couldn't let all of this be for nothing. Tamping down their feelings, Atreyu pulled their helmet off and bowed low.

"I accept your apology in the spirit that it was given, Lord Praya. With this duel resolved, I hold all matters of honour that separated us annulled. With the Dean as our witness, it is my fervent hope that a reconciliation may be reached between us."

Praya's eyes narrowed, and the corner of her mouth twisted upwards in a half-smirk - but Atreyu knew that look. It wasn't contempt. They'd last seen that expression a decade ago, during a very heated game of kapkat. Without words, Praya was saying exactly the same thing now that she had back then:

Hah! Clever move, El-Ahrairah.

[roviett]

I was having a thunk about the Ghast biology and with everything we know so far I've come to the conclusion that Ghasts are giant Cloud-Eater creatures.

I had a discussion with my partner about whether the Ghast was native to the nether or not, and there were a lot of details about where it would make the most sense for it to be and stuff like that.

I was about to propose a new fourth dimension, (Like the aether but real) before I realised that "floating bubbles of water" was just clouds.

Once I thought about that, everything else clicked. We feed them snowballs and water because they naturally feed off cloud ice crystals.

Also, as a subscriber to the ancient builders theory, bringing the ghasts to the nether as transport would have two primary benefits if they're cloud eaters.

1) they can fly, allowing them to naturally be above any harmful creature or hazard the nether has

2) with how much of their body is water, they would have plenty of longevity in the nether because they would have a higher temperature tolerance. Potentially, even, they might be cooler to the touch due to their moisture and act as a comfort to their riders while in the nether.

Therefore, it'd make enough sense that Ghasts are a non-native, overworld species that once ate clouds and were abandoned in the nether by their ancient riders.

[killlerfang1]

Do you think the reason ghasts look the way they do is because they were adapted to camouflage in the clouds and they eat snowballs because they were supposed to live near mountain tops?

[mcyt-builds-contest]

The castle of Time

Contained : LDShadowlady, ch!Mabel, ch!Olm, ch!Belial

Series : Avid Adventures

Propaganda : Built by the incredibly talented LeonSBU and... corrupted...? into a full time-warping dungeon by the command block genius AvidMC, the Haunted Castle is a location dedicated to LDShadowLady and full to the brim with traps, puzzles, and straight-up time travel. Its decor is both fitting and functional, and both versions of it are incredibly cool-looking -- to say nothing of the Abyss below! ...Oh, right, as for why it's a prison? There's a place called the Abyss in the lore of the Shrouded Isles, home to some of the most dangerous entities in existence. The dark god Olm was trapped there before being freed, where they then proceeded to unleash eras of terror on various civilizations, outright destroying an entire one and slowly corrupting the key people of another. The demon Belial was also kept there, and when forced out of this prison by Olm proceeded to wreak havoc on the citizenry of Cloud's Rest, which still bears the scarring and curses from his attack.  It's unclear or unknown what exactly Mabel, the Queen of Ghasts and boss of the Haunted Castle, can do... but whatever it is, it caused her to be considered so dangerous that she wasn't just kept trapped in the Abyss, but assigned three separate jailers and imprisoned further within the Castle of Time until, well, the end of Time itself. (Lizzie also very confidently declares that Mabel is an evil alternate future version of herself. I don't know what this implies. 🎶Haunted castle at the end of time!🎶

The Well:

Contained : LyinginBedmon

Series : Witch in the wood

Propaganda : Intended to be one of many horror-movie themed builds in the series, a replica of the well from horror movie The Ring, the Well... wasn't supposed to be a prison. Not until someone sealed Lying -- the Witch -- inside of it. After being trapped inside for an uncertain period of time, the Witch descended into even more madness -- no longer content to recreate horror movie sets, they now intended on becoming a horror movie villain themself, a sort of Fear Itself figure. The ritual they performed to eventually free themself caused the death of approximately 1% of all Lyings across the multiverse, which is a lot, and also technically transed their gender in the process (nice). This ritual also created an amalgam of very angry ghosts called Kyofushin that Witch!Lying then proceeded to trap inside a magical rock so they'd stop bugging them. (This is an extreme oversimplification.) After freeing themself, the Witch turned their former prison into their new base of operations, creating a variety of setups, especially for the magic mod Witchery. There's a straight-up immortality machine in there that makes them virtually unkillable, for one! Still. It was a prison for long enough to drive its sole inhabitant mad. That definitely counts for something. (Also -- the CC behind the series is on Tumblr. They've probably been here longer than most people in MCYTblr and are quite well habituated, so if there are any additional questions or needed propaganda, Lying themself will probably be able to add on. (There's also a short wiki entry on Witch!Lying here, which contains links to every series with them in it.)

[headmateelevator]

hello! could we ask for a koi fish mermaid headmate, perhaps? or a tubbo headmate of any variation, but preferrably with the role of caring for the body? thank you in advance! have a lovely day!!!

order up!

name(s) - Abyssal , Alkali , Allur , Bay , Brim , Brine , Brooks , Cecaelia , Cloud , Coastal , Coral/Coralie , Cordelia , Delilah , Dooriya , Flood , Gale , Irv , Jubilee , Lake , Mari / Maris / Marina / Marine , Maritime , Mere , Merrick , Misty , Oceana , Pollyanna , Riverine / Riviera , Seashore , Seaside , Seawater , Serena , Shore , Siren / Syren / Syrin , Storm , Summer , Sylph , Thalassa , Themis , Tide , Whirlwind , Windstorm, Aquamarine , aquatique , astraea , astro , athena , atolla , aura , aurelia , aurita , aurite , baia , bio , biolumine , blanche , blu , blue , bluette , bubble , capillata , caru , cassiopeia , cephea , chiro , chrysali , chrysao , cnidaria , coral , coralle , cordelie / cordelia , cosima , cosmo , crystal , crystalle , cyanea , cyanei , dentelle , divinity , dove.

pronouns - They / She / It / Blu / Blue / Blues / Cora / Coral / Corals / Cove / Coves / Coves / Drift / Drifts / Drifts / Ebb / Ebbs / Ebbs, Fi / Fin / Fins / Fo / Foam / Foams / Ke / Kelp / Kelps / Oce / Ocea / Ocean / Pe / Pearl / Pearls / Ree / Reef / Reefs / Sal / Sals / Sals / Se / Sea / Seas / Shel / Shell / Shells / So / Shore / Shores / Star / Fish / Starfishes / Ti / Tide / Tidal / Wa / Wave / Was / Blub / Bubble / Fish / Sing / Song / Splish / Splash / ⚡️/⚡️self / 🫧/🫧self / 🌊/🌊self.

gender(s) - agender fem , merfolk , mereic , mermaidcore , sirenish , merlikic , merblood/merfolkblood , sirenblood , mermonster , sirenmonster , autimeric/autimerfolkic , genderaqua , oceandream , sirekenic , creauterelle , thalassagender , seacreature , seaperilic , auramaric , seatix , autisirenic , merplayful , merpuplayful , merplaymate , mergender , phosirenial , merive , gendermerpup , merenvic.

orientations - sapphic , nmlnm , polyamorous.

role(s) - protector , soother , sister figure.

species - koi fish mermaid.

source(s) - brainmade

emoji(s) - 🐠 , 🐟 , 🧜 , 🧜‍♂️ , 🧜‍♀️ , 🎏 , 🦪 , 🐚 , 🌊 , 🪸.

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name(s) - Tubbo , Ram , Beloved , Toby , Doe , Fox , Tango , Faren , Pan , Faun , Bee , Clay , Dawn , Loaf , Moth , Luna , Eclipse , Stella , Flora , Buzz , Bug , Spyder , Flora , Forge , Garnet , Granite , Grayson , Harper , Hazel , Hero , Holly , hopper , iris , ivy , jade , jett , juniper , lapis , laurel , lilac , lily , magnolia , maple , marigold , mason , meadow , miner , mira , moss , nova , oak , onyx , opal , pearl , pebble , poppy , prairie , pyre , quill , red , reed , river , rocky , rose , rowan.

pronouns - he / ram / horn / headbutt / bzz / bee / book / write / explo / toxic / nuke / buzz / dawn / presi / civil / baa / fawn / flor / flower / petal / a / axe / adventurer / axe / birch / blaze / block / build / bun / cake / chest / clay / cobble / cow / craft / dark / dig / disc / end / eye / fight / flint / forge / fox / ghast / glow / goat / heal / hive / hx / hxm / hy / hym / ice / lava / love / mob / oak / ocean / ore / pearl / pick / pig / play / ram / sea / sapling / sheep / shx / hxr / shy / hyr / skele / skeleton / slime / smelt / smp / snow / stone / survivor / sword / teleport / thxy / thxm / thy / thym / tnt / tnt / tor / torch / tree / ve / vex / vwoop / warrior / water / wood / xp / xp. 

gender(s) - Boy(?) , UuuuuuuuhhhhMasc , SomethingMasc , Genderwhat , dimedowic , floraine , sheepcoric , sheeptransmasculine , starlemonic , tailic , fleecygender , maskgender , RAAAHHemotionic , Forestpicnicmulviboard , Beemoviescriptic , Cakehoneybeena , Sunnysummermulviboard , mossygoatgender , softpancakic , groggymorninggender , stargrapegender , arienfernian , hornjewelryaesic , goatgender , ramgender , goatplushic , starryapplegender.

orientations - bisexual , ambiamorous.

role(s) - caregiver , caretaker , soother , hygienist , body caretaker , taskdoer.

species - humany goaty thing.

source(s) - c!tubbo , DSMP.

emoji(s) - 🐝 , 🍯 , 🌻 , 🌼 , 🐐 , 🐏 , 🐑 , 🌿 , 🌱.

likes - bees and other bugs , friends , the color green , flowers , drawing , sourcemates , goats and sheep , animals and pets.

dislikes - being alone , people being hurt , rude people , fireworks , loudness.

front triggers - Sourcemates , friends , other source media, goats/rams , bees , explosives , fireworks , the system being threatened , being alone , the body needing care.

personality description - a rather hyperactive part , very energetic and interactive with friend and people bee likes to be around. he prefers to be near people rather than alone, and goes along with most things asked of him unless he outwardly has an issue with it. he enjoys making things like friendship bracelets from time to time.

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[lindentree]

Thinking about the helscape not having a sky. It's like the nether, so the closest they have is the cavernous netherrack ceilings. The only weather they have is ashy smog and the occasional rain in warped forests if you're lucky. All anyone knows about the sky is rumors passed down from the few people who have made it out and back again.

Imagine getting out. You'd heard of the sky, of course. Everyone had. You knew it was blue in the day, and black with white specks at night. You knew about the sun and the moon, about clouds and weather and storms.

What you see still completely stuns you.

You've seen blue before, in warped trees and the occasional lapis vein. This is completely different. It's so many different shades of blue at once, and so vast it goes on forever. Clouds float lazily across, fluffy white and welcoming. The sun is bright and warm, and you have to stop yourself from staring at it. It's all so vibrant you can hardly believe it's real.

Oh, and sunsets! The sky is pained with every color at once! Red to orange to yellow, a thin line of green, then blue to purple to black. The colors stretch for miles, and if you didn't know better, you would've thought it was one of those rainbows you had heard about. And as the sun sinks deeper, pinks and golds dance across the clouds and cast shadows above them. You stare and watch for hours, until the sky is completely dark.

The description of the night sky was the most lacking, you think. The stars - white dots was no where near a good enough comparison - dash all across the sky. If you look close enough, some are even different colors. Some make pictures, you remember vaguely. You don't know which ones. You make up your own, and it's endlessly fun. Where stars cluster closer, the sky turns different colors. Indigos and purples and navy blues. You wonder how such colors can even be made. It seems magical.

And as you sit and stare, you know that none of this was meant for you. This sky belongs to a loving universe, and to the people that it loves. You do not belong here. Your home is a hateful universe, where pain and death are ever looming. Where the closest thing you have to a sky is the far away ceiling and the closest thing to clouds are the ghasts that float by.

This sky will never be for you.

[creaturewithhands]

Thinking about ghasts in their natural habitat snow biome, camouflaging in the clouds and randomly pelting passerby’s with snowballs for fun.

[captainnobody213]

I think I just connected something. With the new minecraft update, it added new lore to the ghast. With all the tiktoks saying thats why they cry, to keep their babies alive. So they were never nether cretures, only surviving with their tears as the only moisture. So how they got there? Then I remember everytime looking for treasure chests, there is always regen potions, A LOT. I remember thinking oh I don't have to go to the nether all the time to get ghast tears to make regen potions. How is there so many? Ok, let me cook.

Ancient times, maybe there were ghast in the overworld. They're white so they blend in with the clouds. So, ancient humans discovered that they can make regen potions with their tears. How would they farm them? In a place where there is a roof. A place where it is easier to make them cry. So they take the young to the nether. Thats why you see a lot of ruin portals. Some portals are big so maybe those they pull in the bigger ones. That slowly dwindle the population until they are extinct in the overworld. At this point I don't know what happened to the ancient humans, don't know why they're suddenly gone, leaving the portals ruin. Maybe they had so much regen potions that they don't need to farm them anymore? So they left the ghasts in the nether.