#blazes

Notes from Philza's journal after he found a 3-yo Techno. He had to go to Bad and Sapnap a lot since they were the only other Netherborns.

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Fire ≠ Bad. Fire, lava, even magma blocks — apparently not dangerous to Netherborns. They swim in it. I nearly had a heart attack when Techno toddled straight into a lava pool and came out giggling. Said it was “nice and warm.” I had to sit down.

Gold is a snack now. Sometimes he crunches on it like candy. Sometimes he sniffs it and tucks it away like a plushie. Comfort item? Cultural instinct? I don’t know anymore. I’ve stopped questioning.

They have a second language that’s 70% growls. I thought he was throwing tantrums. Turns out he was talking. Bad says it’s called “feral-speak” — used for emotional nuance and long-distance calls. Fantastic. My son can now scream entire conversations across biomes.

Four legs, good. Apparently walking upright is optional. The first time I saw Techno bolt across the room on all fours I dropped my sword. Bad just patted me on the shoulder and said, “He’s growing up.”

They howl. Like wolves. Loudly. Especially at moonrise. Or sunrise. Or when he’s proud. The villagers hate it.

They hunt. Piglins are omnivorous but lean predator. The teeth aren’t for show. I caught Techno stalking a chicken yesterday. It was impressive and horrifying in equal measure.

The glowing eyes are normal. Doesn’t mean possession. Doesn’t mean smiting. Just… piglin things.

Blazes have limbs, and they just retract them. I didn’t need to know that. I wish I didn’t know that. Sapnap demonstrated. I need therapy.

Demons = cats. Bad can purr, and it scares me.

Fermented netherwart is basically Nether booze. Everyone sane avoids it according to Bad. Techno once sniffed a piece and immediately backed away hissing. Never again.

Demon horns are weapons. Bad gored a ghast midair once. Still smiling about it. Terrifying creature.

Piglins can bark, roar, growl, and shriek. Sometimes all in the same sentence.

Piglin cubs = chaos gremlins. They wrestle constantly. I walked in on Techno and a bastion cub in a full wrestling match over a single nugget of gold. It ended with both of them napping in a heap.

Nether kids are social in the weirdest ways. They tussle to bond, screech to say hi, and share burnt fungus like snacks. Half the nearest fortress knows my kid now.

Conclusion: Raising a Netherborn is 40% panic, 30% cleaning soot off everything I own, 20% pretending I know what I’m doing, and 10% absolute awe at how fiercely alive they are.

If he starts breathing fire next, I’m calling Sapnap.

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Volume II: The Adolescent Arc.

1. The growling has changed. Used to be cute little snorts and huffs — now it’s rumbles. Actual, chest-deep, “I could challenge a ghast to a duel” noises. Apparently this is normal for young piglins finding their voice. I’ve learned to respond with calm authority instead of my sword. Usually.

2. Everything is a dominance test now. I tried to tell him to clean up his room. He stared me down. Growled. I growled back (Bad said that helps). He laughed. Then cleaned up.

4. Feral screeching now doubles as a summoning call. He can—and has—called Sapnap from two miles away.

Bad found this “adorable.”

5. Lava diving is now a sport. Techno and Sapnap have contests to see who can stay submerged the longest. Loser owes the other a gold nugget.

My blood pressure: catastrophic.

6. The Nether pack instinct is kicking in. He circles people now. Sniffs them. Decides if they’re friend or prey. Ranboo passed. Tommy passed. Quackity didn't. (In fairness, Quacks was waving a raw porkchop around.)

7. Training has begun. Bad’s teaching him how to channel that feral focus into combat. I’ve seen them spar. It’s terrifyingly elegant — all snarls and smoke and muscle memory. Bad says, “He’s doing well.” I say, “He’s twelve.” Bad says, “Exactly.”

8. He’s started… challenging me. Nothing serious, just little things — trying to knock the sword from my hand, shoulder-bumping me in mock fights, refusing to back down from eye contact. Apparently, in Nether culture, that’s affection and a test of respect. He grinned when I finally pinned him down in a spar. Called me “Old Chief.” I think that’s a compliment. Probably.

9. The howling has harmonies now. He doesn’t just howl alone — he howls with others. Sometimes the whole Nether echoes back. Sometimes Bad joins in.

10. I caught him teaching Tommy and Tubbo “feral-speak.” I have three children growling at each other over breakfast now.

11. He’s growing tusks. Not big yet, but they’re sharp. Techno always had them, at least he did by the time I found him at three, but now they're actually growing. He tries to hide them when he smiles. He doesn’t need to — they suit him.

12. He still curls up like a piglet when he’s tired. No matter how big he gets, he’ll drag his blanket to my chair, flop down, and snore like a tiny furnace. And for all the chaos and claws and growling… he’s still my boy.

Final note: I think I’m raising a future warlord. Or a future king. Or both. Either way… I’m proud. And terrified.

lol a lil comic idea I had and I just had to make it. Herobrine is like a celebrity lol, no privacy at all. His people are just interested about his life that’s all 

Moreover, i wanted to draw the mobs and the bad guys, just wanted to see how they would look in my style what do you think? I didn’t change entity’s design. For null, I made him into a Shadow Samurai  I thought it would be cool haha

Mod: Oh boy this is gonna get into the mechanics of my Blazes and how they work! Buckle up because I'm going to throw a lot of headcanons your way. Casual reminder these are MY PERSONAL HEADCANONS and are not to be taken as fact. This is just my interpretation cx

In order to explain how they can interact with non-Blazes without damaging them, I need to get into the specifics of how my Blazes are built physically, and my fanmade Blaze subspecies. Here's a reference I put together to explain:

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Blazes are highly energetic beings and can control the heat and smoke produced by their bodies at will through the use of a central core. Because their bodies are comprised of liquid lava activated by an energy lattice from said core, they can manipulate the lava to form limbs and lower or raise their temperature as needed. When angry, they raise their ambient temperature to light themselves on fire as a defense mechanism and lob superheated magma at attackers. When nonhostile, Blazes can lower the levels of heat emanating from their body and limbs, to around room temperature (which for the Nether is pretty hot, but bearable).

The core is the ultimate weakpoint. Not only is it responsible for the actual movement and life force of the Blaze, but it's also more fragile than the ferrofluid consistency of the activated lava limbs, which weapons can separate but rarely damage. The core is un-collectible as a mob drop - the energy lattice inside becomes unstable and causes the core to crack apart once the Blaze dies.

In Standard Blazes, the core is made from crystalline sulfur and magma, which can only occur when Lava comes into contact with the minerals in Netherrack and charcoal. Since these components come together with the highest frequency at Nether Fortresses (made from Nether Brick, flame-cooked Netherrack), this is why Blazes are encountered the most within the dark brick corridors rather than naturally at the beaches of the lava ocean. Once the core has been formed, the rest of the body forms around it, starting with the head. Blazes don't have organs of any kind, and it's a subject of debate if the mind of the Blaze resides in the core or in the head, as with humanoids. The body can form up to 8 limbs (6 'arms' and 2 'legs').

As you might have noticed, I included a color scale in the image- that's because NOW we get into Blaze subspecies! :D (Gonna put this under the Readmore so my fan-canons don't clog the dash lmao)