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i think its really cute how ghasts are like little autism creatures. they are mean because they are overstimulated and hot and giving them a nice relaxing bath and a temperate climate makes them rediscover the joy of life. like. me too little ghast

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The Nether is not uniformly heated, and has an atmosphere of dense gas that allows airborn organisms to thrive. Things get a little cooler and a lot more humid the further you go from the lava “oceans”. Despite how it seems, the Nether DOES have a lot of water — But it’s gaseous, not liquid. The nether is extremely humid, swamped in large amounts of water vapour that is typically too hot to condensate. The only areas it can condensate are in crimson and warped forests, where the fungi serve a similar function to baobab trees. Native nether organisms don’t have blood, they have a pneumatic system instead. Ghasts move through the air by inhaling and exhaling huge amounts of hot air, and have large sacks called ballonets that keep them buoyant. They feed on swarms of spores, static SE (soul energy) and microorganisms, and are highly territorial. They will brutally attack any other large organism in their territory, including their own young.

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"And when the coast was clear, I peered out from behind the carcass. 50 metres away I saw something I had never seen before. It was very small and was grey in colour, unmoving. Checking for mobs, I quietly traversed the soul sand towards this strange item. When I reached it, I drew in a sharp breath - it was a ghast. At least, that's what it looked like. It was very small, no more than half a metre tall, and it's skin was dry and cracked. I lay my hands on it to check for any signs of life, and found the faintest of heartbeats. It was only then that I realised my trousers were damp where I had been kneeling, and I saw that this baby ghast-like creature was sat on a patch of damp sand. I frowned, for there was no water in the nether. Suddenly, I noticed something from the corner of my eye. It was a ghast. Fully grown. Hostile. Though, maybe not. This one was crying, tears falling to the ground around it. Curiosity taking hold, I rummaged through my backpack to find a small leather pouch. I stood up and headed towards the ghast, warily. It seemed unbothered and as it continued to cry I held out the pouch and the tears accumulated at the bottom. When the pouch was almost full, I hurried towards the baby, and gently poured the ghasts tears onto it. They were soaked up instantly, like the baby ghast - ghastling? - was a sponge. I looked back towards the other ghast, presumably the ghastlings mother, and she was just hovering, crying still. As gently as I could, I wrapped the ghastling up in a piece of cloth I'd found, and I held it in my arms. It's mother floated towards my crude attempt at a portal, and I knew immediately that she wanted me to save its child - she didn't want it to meet the same fate as the rest of the nether ghasts. I hurried towards the portal, and as I stepped through, the mother floated off over a pool of lava and before I knew it, I was back in the overworld."

I am absolutely not ok. I never thought ghasts could cause me so much emotional turmoil and yet here we are, in the grasp of a very turmoiled collection of emotions.

So anyway I will be making fanart of the happy ghasts I have no choice.

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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

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The poetry of the universe echoes endlessly around everything, etched into walls of chapels and doors of dungeons and light-seared into the backs of your eyes when you fall through the void. It's all in a language you can't understand and you aren't meant to learn, because if you did, you'd understand the terror of it. The wretched human soul that resides within your skin would cry out at the injustice of it.

The nether is not meant for you. Your blood boils and the sand you stand on cries out and grabs at your feet. It's just as lawless as the land above, but the evils of this world are as striking as a match. They do not shroud themselves in leaves and sea and earth, hiding from your human eyes. The nether is not meant for you.

But perhaps it wasn't meant for the creatures here, either. Perhaps the land turned them vile and bitter, instilled in them a taste for blood as red as the fire in which they were born.

You hold this creature in your hands now, one you found abandoned within the remains of its kind, and you can see the humanity in its withered white frame. The poetry that echoes around everything, that the universe is kind, and you are the universe itself. Within this creature is the part of yourself that aches to leave.

You can save a ghast and you can set it free.

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The main advantage of the new mob is that you don't need a word to tell its lore. We find this almost dead, half-desiccated creature near huge bones in the biome, where ghasts, which are massive in themselves, most often spawn. It is so obvious that this is a child who has lost its mother. Perhaps even because of the players' actions, because it's not like ghasts have any potential enemies. Or maybe the cause of death was different. We don't know. We just know that no one will take care of this child but us

I love Dried Ghast very much, it's my little sunshine. I need to protect it

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These aren’t even ghasts anymore.

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Water your cats

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these guys are so cute

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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

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Precious little baby

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minecraft art of ghasts having fun bc i almost cried over the babies lol. speedpaint on insta!

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my new favorite minecraft mob - gaslighting

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When the mine is crafting

(Humanized versions of my favorite mobs)

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To days with bluer skies

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@herobrine

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