#deep dark

Old Idea I never posted on the new blog - The Potion of Warding

Brewing an Echo Shard with an Awkward Potion gives you a new unique potion - the Potion of Warding. Much like how no mobs would dare spawn in the Deep Dark and intrude on the warden's territory, the Warding effect stops all hostile mob spawning around the player for 20 minutes (or 40 if you use Redstone)

This affects all your regular mob spawning, but doesn't stop things like mob/trial spawners, Pillagers in Pillager Outposts, Guardians in Ocean Monuments, Raids, Phantoms (just sleep lol), and other such special cases. Not gonna make a lot of uber-dangerous structures a cakewalk, but it will finally mean you can build during the night without having to worry about torch-spamming your builds or fighting off hordes of mobs.

It breathes beneath the floorboard cracks,

A shadow pinned to tired backs,

A silent weight that holds the tongue,

Where all the sharpest words are hung.

It is the ghost that knows the room,

The weaver humming in the loom,

Spinning threads of gray and gold

Into a story never told.

It sits within the hollow chest,

A bird that refuses to leave the nest,

With feathers made of heavy lead,

And ink that stains the dreams in bed.

It whispers when the streetlights fail,

A ghost-white, shivering, thin-spun tale

Of choices made in pale moonlight,

Before they vanished from the sight.

We build our houses, brick by stone,

To keep the secret all alone,

We paint the doors a cheerful blue,

And hide the cracks from public view.

We laugh at jokes that aren’t quite funny,

And trade our peace for tainted money,

While underneath, the secret grows,

Feeding on all that no one knows.

Is it a shame? Or just a scar?

A hitching post, a fallen star?

Perhaps it’s just the salt and grit

Of holding on to segments knit—

Bits of the self we locked away

To survive the turning of the day.

But secrets are hungry, wild things,

They dream of clouds and silver wings.

So let the floorboards creak and groan,

Let the seed of truth be sown;

For secrets kept are heavy chains,

Dragging through the autumn rains.

But secrets spoken? They turn to dew,

Vanishing in the morning’s view,

Dissolving in the rising light,

21. How does your OC handle criticism?

DD doesn't hear the haters, or whatever. He also doesn't hear the lovers. Criticisms of all intentions roll off him like water off of a ducks back. At least initially in his character arc everyone was a stranger whose opinions held no weight. These days, criticisms from people he trusts can be hard to hear, and his default instinct is to make light of it.

25. What is your OC's deepest desire? Would they ever ask for this?

His deepest desire is also his biggest fear-- removing the parasite he's sharing his body with. He doesn't think it's possible without it being excruciating and deadly, and that's the part the scares him. But say he finds someone or something that can give him what he wants, would he accept it?

39. What is your OC's pain tolerance like? What is the worst pain they have ever felt?