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Deathtouched
For @heroes-villains-side-blog because I saw your little collection of Villain with Death Touch powers/Hero who is immune fics and got inspired. ^.^
Technically, Hero was not cleared for field work. Sure, they knew some self defense moves in case of emergency. They carried a taser and knew how to shoot a gun with great accuracy. But their power was not an offense-based power and so Hero’s job happened after the villainous defeats at the hands of other Heroes.
Hero was a Nullifier. A touch from them prevented any other Powered individual’s abilities from activating. Their blood was drawn monthly and used in serums given to imprisoned Villains. Sometimes, when a Villain’s power was particularly dangerous, Hero stepped in to bind them or dose them with serum.
But they had never faced a Villain awake and at full power. They never confronted anyone.
Until today.
Villain first appeared on body cam footage, in the middle of a street fight between Superhero and some low level villain grunt. He appeared like a ghost, a shadow figure that materialized from the shadows. In fact, his sudden presence stopped both Superhero and Grunt mid swings.
Hero had initially rolled their eyes. Villain was tall, dressed in all black, complete with billowing cape and leather gloves. Like a Darth Vader fanboy, but without the mask.
No obvious powers either. No electricity or super speed or invulnerability. Hero wondered if this really was just some glorified cosplayer with a couple of gadgets and no real power to speak of. Just someone desperate for a little notoriety from the body cam footage.
“Who the fuck are you?” the Grunt had demanded.
Villain ignored him and looked straight at Superhero. “I need him. Hand him to me and no one else gets hurt.”
“Why?” Superhero had asked suspiciously. “What do you plan on doing with him?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“I’m afraid, as an Hero of the Agency assigned to this area, it’s every bit my concern.”
As Superhero and Villain faced off, Grunt had tried to slink away. Before Hero could warn Superhero, Villain whirled around and grabbed a handful of Grunt’s jacket and slammed him up against the wall.
“Look, we obviously both have an interest in Grunt,” Superhero had said, approaching the Villain in slow cautious steps. “Why don’t we work together? You could come with me and question him back at the Agency.”
Villain leveraged Grunt against the wall with a forearm to the throat as he worked one of the leather gloves off.
“I don’t want to question him,” he had said before placing a long-fingered, elegant hand against the side of Grunt’s face.
Grunt let out an earsplitting scream of agony that lasted only a few seconds before he slumped over.
Lifeless.
The camera shook as Superhero immediately took several steps backward.
“What did you just do?” he had demanded.
“Walk away and you won’t have to find out,” Villain had warned.
If only Superhero had listened; he would still be alive.
Over the next week, a trail of bodies followed Villain, mostly grunts and spies and brokers for Supervillain. This was clearly a mission of vengeance.
The Agency had debated on teams to send out, but hesitated to act. Superhero had been one of their strongest agents and he died in seconds at a mere touch. They didn’t want to risk anyone else to fight a Villain they knew nothing about.
And frantic searches revealed nothing about this guy.
Time ran out when Villain himself appeared at the doors of the Agency, like a nightmare come to life. The only person who volunteered to meet him was Hero.
“What is your name and why are you here?”
Hero’s voice didn’t shake, but their hands did. They kept them tightly in their coat pocket, fingers tightly wrapped against the glass syringe.
“I am here for Supervillain,” he said. “And if you let me kill him, no one else needs to die. I’ll even turn myself in.”
Revenge, just as Hero expected. Supervillain, locked away deep, deep, underground, was probably the worst of his kind. The personification of pure self-serving evil. If Hero was head of the Agency, they would roll the red carpet out for this villain to do exactly that.
But that would set up a dangerous precedent.
“I’m sorry. Even if I could take you at your word, I can’t allow you to waltz in and execute a Depowered individual.”
The Villain’s eyes narrowed and he took slow steps forward. Hero took several steps back before they even realized it, until their back pressed against the front door.
The locked front door.
Villain loomed before them, and Hero remembered how much the galaxy had feared Darth Vader, even if he did look ridiculous.
“You are not a fighter,” he murmured. “You have no profile in the Agency.”
One gloved hand rose slowly to to cup their face. Hero shrunk back on instinct but had no where to go. Their heart thundered in their ears.
“You’re a sacrificial lamb they threw to the wolves while they scramble for an escape.”
He sound almost sorry for Hero, a thread of sincere empathy in his dark velvet voice. It did nothing to quell the choking fear. Villain’s power couldn’t hurt them, no. But a bullet could, or a hand wrapped around their throat, or even a good old fashioned beat down. Villain was much bigger than Hero and there were a thousand ways to die that had nothing to do with powers.
“There is no need for you to die,” he said softly. “Go home. Stay out of my way.”
He took a step back, putting enough distance to allow Hero to follow his orders. A locked door wouldn’t stop him and if he got into the facility he would kill every single person who stood in his way.
They had one chance to take him out and they had no hope to win a fight. So Hero used their only other advantage — surprise.
Steeling themselves, Hero took two firm steps forward, fisted their fingers in edges of his cape, stood on the tiptoes and kissed Villain square on the mouth.
He flinched back immediately, but Hero kept their grip strong and did not pull away until the Villain’s mouth went slack in shock.
His gaze was a dark, glittering abyss.
“How,” he said hoarsely. “How?”
Hero’s only reply was the sharp jab of the needle into his neck as they plunged the sedative into his system.
Part Two:
#hero x villain#enemies to lovers#villain x hero#touch starved villain#my writing#not a prompt#deathtouched
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ok so sheoldred the apocalypse is a problem that I don't have any solutions to in my only current main deck LOL
#mono red aggro btw#i gotta draw spells to deal with him and even if i get the perfect 2 i still lose 4 life and my opponent gains 4#4 mana 4/5 with deathtouch too
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Hello! Here is my question: how does deathtouch interact with cards like Cosmic Hunger where target creature I control deals damage equal to its power to another target creature?
Does deathtouch apply I this scenario?
Thanks!
Yes, it does.
All damage dealt to a creature by a source with Deathtouch will count as lethal damage, whether it's combat damage or noncombat damage.
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Does anyone have song recs similar to these?
#Especially “my venom” and “deathtouch” but I just want to find new music#Language can be anything🙏🏻#music recs#metal#metal core#metalhead#black metal#death core#death metal#I don't even know what metal genre these are smh#Cvlt ov the svn#Anima hereticae#Temple of void#Ocean of entropy#bring me the horizon#Spotify
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You're more amazing than catchphrases
90% of all Yugioh card effects are either "move a card from one zone to another" or "negate an effect" so I made a bunch of combat keywords so that monsters can actually be interesting on the field.
#asks#custom cards#also i managed to make them all different subtypes and get exactly 2 of each attribute so that's cool#anyway i'm barely even exaggerating about the 90% thing#“add a card from deck to hand” “special summon a monster” “destroy a card”#so much stuff is just moving cards between zones#and a lot of the rest is just “negate a card/effect” “effects can't target this” “can't be destroyed by effects”#just moving cards around or preventing cards from being moved around#how about actually caring about the battle phase?#yugioh's combat mechanics are really different than magic's so directly translating stuff like menace or haste doesn't work#but the difference also means there's so much opportunity for different abilities like Tricky or Stealthy or Guardian!#some translate fairly well like Vigilance into Resilient and Double Strike into Double Attack#and some are practically 1-to-1 like Deathtouch to Venomous and Trample to Piercing#Assist was an awkward one#the concept is so clear and simple and cool: it lets your monsters team up to attack together!#but mtg's Banding shows how that simple concept can be very difficult to translate into clean rules#even its spiritual successor Enlist had to specify “nonattacking creature without summoning sickness”#which i think is one of the only times that the term “summoning sickness” has appeared on modern cards#yeah i just checked and the only other cards that mention summoning sickness are stuff that involve creature-lands#i went back and forth on how exactly to word it before i decided to go the shortest and cleanest route of “spend this monster's attack”#which is also the most confusing wording if anything remotely unusual happens#heck it's not even clear whether it works while in defense position!#the idea is the same as Enlist: you can only use it if the monster COULD attack#so anything that prevents it from attacking also prevents it from assisting#but honestly if i were in charge i wouldn't even print this keyword because its wording is either too long or too confusing#also the Wrath effect appears on a few existing cards like Flame Wingman and i like it#Piercing also already exists in a kind of pseudo-keyword state#“if this monster attacks a defense position monster inflict piercing battle damage to your opponent”
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trimck or treamt?
treamt!
you get a dubious pot of greed!
good luck figuring out what it does, i hear its pretty complicated
#vigilance deathtouch haste#pot of greed cant be blocked by creatures with power 2 or less#combat damage that would be dealt by creatures you control cant be prevented#whenever pot of greed deals combat damage to an opponent it deals that much damage to target planeswalker that player controls.
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Poison Dart Frog
#poison dart frog#julia metzger#mtg#mtg cards#the lost caverns of ixalan#magic cards#magic the gathering#magic the card game#happy frog#huatli#a birds of paradise that can potentially deathtouch block fliers?
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Deathtouched Companion (Animal Companion Archetype)
(art by Rui Valente on Artstation)
Skeletal horses, ghostly baying hounds, zombie animals of all stripes, the entire plot of Pet Semetery… Truly humanity has a special place in their heart for undead animals. The exact themes can range from horrifying to creepy-cute depending on the nature of the fiction, but the idea of applying the theme of undeath with animals is a long-standing one. After all, animals are often much more intelligent than we have given them credit for in the past, so it only makes sense that emotional baggage or trauma (or a healthy heaping of necromancy) could cause them to rise again just like their fully sapient counterparts.
Another one of those “companion creature blended with an atypical creature type” archetypes, today we touch upon the deathtouched companion, representing animal, vermin, or plant companions that, while not truly undead, have the touch of death on them, similar to dhampirs.
They might have been brought back to life wrong, been exposed to too much foul corruption from undead or raw negative energy, or perhaps even being exposed to a rare, zombifying blight.
Note that this archetype differs from Accursed Companions from Horror Realms in that the companion is not necessarily haunted by a past companion’s angry spirit, nor do they necessarily have a toxic relationship with their masters. In fact, these creatures can vary from being vile and disturbing horrors to being affectionate creatures that just so happen to look very sick or even dead, or both, often with a bit of an odor to match (though not as bad as if they were actually decaying).
Like other hybrid-type companions, these creatures are harder to train due to their dual nature, but in this case, that does have advantages, namely how they seem to ignore the unnatural auras of true undead.
Deathly eyes grant unearthly sight, letting them see in darkness.
Like a dhampir, these creatures process negative energy the way an undead does without actually being undead.
They also have a natural resistance to any sort of effect that undead ignore, such as poison, disease, and certain fortitude-targeting spells. However, at the same time, they become vulnerable to magic that specifically targets the undead as well.
Interested in a flavorful archetype that grants some undead resistances to your companion creature? This archetype may be for you. However, remember that these creatures have negative energy affinity, meaning that depending on your party setup, it can be very hard to actually heal them. Druids and hunters don’t get the inflict spells normally, only clerics with the animal domain can get a companion without multiclassing, and most other companion-having classes and archetypes don’t have any healing period. If you can make it work, go for it. Alternatively, similar to the constructed companion archetype, a GM might use this archetype to grant you a second chance with a beloved animal companion if resurrection magic is hard to come by, in which it becomes less about the initial build and more about adapting to a unique situation.
These creatures are unnerving as they come, but they can still be affectionate and loyal. In fact, loyalty may be the driving force of these creatures, the very thing that kept them from fully succumbing to the horror of what has corrupted them.
When the clan’s greatest hunter returned from the stone circle not with a new beast companion, but their old one revived, the orcs of Varog’s Hill were surprised by this miracle. However, it quickly became clear that there was something fundamentally wrong with the boar as well.
Ants are well known for their tenacity to survive even when losing limbs, but the giant ant companion of Vilka Stormhall goes far beyond that, even missing part of its head with no apparent loss in function. Clearly the creature is tainted, but convincing her to lay the thing to rest will be difficult, as she believes it is a blessing.
Unsurprising given their nature, the urdefhan appreciate the usefulness of deathtouched companions, making them fearless to the various undead they often traffic with. As such, many an urdefhan outrider has some manner of sickly-looking subterranean animal, dry insects, or overripe plant companion by their side, such as a corpse-eater fungus covered in corroded pockmarks from their own acid.
#pathfinder#archetype#animal companion#deathtouched companion#orc#urdefhan#boar#giant ant#corpse-eater fungus#Ultimate Wilderness
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The fact you can locate multiple black knife assassins throughout the Lands Between is kind of interesting to me. I mean of course most have run across the one in Black Knife Catacombs, who holds the knifeprint. But what about the one who’s severely wounded in Deathtouched Catacombs in Limgrave? Or the one who guards the Sainted Hero’s Grave in Altus Plateau?
It lends to the idea that all of these assassins had to flee and were driven in separate directions after the night of black knives. Some were cornered, tucked away, trying to heal from wounds received while they fled. Others concealed themselves as best as they could, hoping to not be found as they carried secrets not meant to be discovered.
However, the one who remains within the city, who guards the door to the queen’s bedchambers is the most interesting to me. She alone remained within the city’s walls. She attempts to stop you from gaining entrance to where Morgott is. Why is that, you think?
#elden ring#just thinking about all the black knives everywhere#they just pop up and are like sup before shanking you#I wish there had been lore dropped about the one in deathtouched catacombs personally
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Apparently the universe wants me to build new Etali because I have already opened THREE of him
#tabby talks#i could do a deathtouch/poison subtheme#which is new for me#but Gruul/green stompy is not new#but also if it ain’t broke….. break it
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Deathtouched Part 3
Warnings: mild suicide idealization (not expecting to live past mission), guns/shooting, death
Synopsis: Hero, a person who's power nullifies other powers, is the only person who can touch Villain, a person who kills whatever he touches. When Villain shows up at the Agency hell bent on revenge on Supervillain, Hero is the only one who can stop him.
This is the last part! Part two here
The Hero flinched back in shock, breaking the kiss, but the hand cupping the back of their head kept them from going very far.
“How — how did you —“ they stammered.
By now the emergency generators should have kicked, but the room remained completely black.
“I took the gamble that your Agency would be too afraid to pat me down properly and I was right.”
He was still close enough that Hero felt the rumble of his voice in his chest, his breath against their lips. An irrational, insane part of Hero wished they could dive back into the oblivion of kissing, where the world shrank down to the slide of lips and tongue and nothing else.
“What is going on?” they demanded.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Outside they could hear thundering footsteps, shouts, guns firing. Panic rising, Hero struggled against his hold, causing his hand to slip from the back of their head to wrap around their throat.
“I don’t have to use my power to kill you,” he warned.
Hero swallowed. “I know.”
“Then turn around.”
Hero allowed him to guide their body until they were sitting with their back to him, his chest a warm wall behind them. His hands lingered on their hips, the slight dip of their waist, as if he still couldn’t quite believe it.
The door burst open, the bright beam of a flashlight swinging in, blinding them. In a flash, the villain gripped their chin and rested his hand on the side of their face.
“Make any movement and I will snap their neck like a pretzel stick,” he warned.
Hero’s heart thundered so loudly their chest ached. They didn’t dare even to breathe.
“Let them go,” said one of the guards. All but begged, really. “They’re unarmed, they don’t know how to fight. They aren’t a threat to you.”
“Oh but they are,” rumbled. “They are my most dangerous threat. And if you were smart, you would leave because your most dangerous threat is coming.”
Hero’s mind whirled at the implications of that.
“And what would that be?” the guard demanded.
The distinctive, subtle sound of a silencer hit just before the guard fell forward in a splatter of blood, the beam of the flashlight skittering across the floor.
“That would be me,” came a voice in the darkness behind.
A dangerous, terrifyingly familiar voice.
Supervillain stepped into the room, face blood-splattered, usually immaculate hair mussed.
“You took long enough,” said Villain.
“Forgive me, I had to kill my way up several underground floors. You look . . .cozy.”
Hero flushed, remembering what they had been doing just five minutes before. His whole confession of experimentation, single-minded revenge, pure loathing for Supervillain — it was all bullshit. Just a ploy to distract the Agency and enact whatever chain of events killed the power.
“This is the nullifier,” said Villain.
Supervillain bent down and scooped up the flashlight, training the beam to the ceiling to allow the light to diffuse.
“Ah, I see them now. Be a love, would you, and release his legs from the chair.”
Supervillain kept the gun trained on Hero as they shakily slid to the knees and began the arduous task of ripping up the duct tape. Luckily for them it had been hastily applied, as if in fear of Villain waking up too soon, or accidentally brushing up against his ankle.
When Villain stood, they pulled Hero up along with him. Supervillain trained the gun on Hero.
“Thank you, love. Your services are no longer needed.”
Villain yanked them behind him. “Wait! They are the Agency’s biggest asset.”
“Yes, and our biggest threat,” snapped Supervillain.
“They make the perfect collateral to get us out. Then you can shoot them.”
Hero felt like a doll between them, caught in the vice-like grip of Villain. A voiceless, powerless toy. Sure, Villain couldn’t suck out their life force and Supervillain couldn’t electrocute them, but who needed that when you had guns? The Agency’s other heroes would undoubtedly accept Hero’s death as collateral damage to keep these two from getting out.
Either way, they were dead.
Supervillain heaved a theatrical sigh. “Fine. Have it your way. We have less than five minutes before Superhero gets here, so let's speed up the pace.”
Five minutes of life left. There was no hope.
Every instinct screamed to tear themselves away from Villain and run for their life, but they wouldn’t get very far before Supervillain shot them in the back. So Hero walked dutifully to their death, dragged behind Villain as they navigated the dark hallway and into the stairwell. The floor was littered in bodies, the hallway empty. The Agency must be concentrating their efforts on the exits now.
Footsteps echoed somewhere. Supervillain paused, holding up his hand for them to stop, and listened. His focus elsewhere, Hero debated on how fast they could run in the dark before Supervillain could react.
But before they could will their body to move, Villain dropped their arm and threw himself onto Supervillain. The flashlight fell to the floor again, and Hero saw more through their shadows than anything else, the Villain pressing his taped and gloved hands to his master’s face.
Supervillain thrashed, but his captivity had sapped him of all strength, especially compared to someone as broad and tall as Villain. It only took a few seconds for the telltale convulsions and screaming to start, and only a few seconds more after that for his body to still entirely.
Hero watched in sickened fear, feet rooted to the floor. For a long moment, Villain stayed there, straddling Supervillain with his hands pressed to the other man’s face. Slowly, with shaking hands, Hero crawled over and snatched the gun from the floor.
Villain either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He stood slowly to his feet.
“I’ve dreamed of doing that for so so long,” he said softly, eyes still trained on Supervillain’s body. He gestured to Hero without looking at them.“You can shoot me, if you want. I’ve done what I set out to do.”
“How? Your gloves . . .” Hero stammered.
“There’s a small hole in one finger. No one checked.”
Of course. The gloves offered a false sense of security. Hero could bang their head on the wall for how stupid they’ve been.
“And you . . .you were planning to betray him this whole time?”
He turned that dark gaze onto them. “What I confessed to you was the truth. But he was so arrogant, he never believed a monster could hate their creator. He thought this escape attempt was my apology for ignoring him all these years. For not carrying out his wishes while he rot here.”
His voice twisted in bitterness.
“So he never suspected you,” Hero finished softly.
“No,” he agreed. He nodded at the gun. “You can kill me. It’s alright. I knew it would always end this way.”
But all Hero could think was that Villain finally had his life to himself, without a nightmare looming in the shadows. He had the chance to figure out his own purpose.
They lowered the gun.
“There’s a secret exit,” they whispered. “For emergencies. Just for Agents. I’ll show it to you. They won’t be looking for you there.”
His brow furrowed. He stared at them as if they were an impossible puzzle. “Why?”
“Your life is your own now. You deserve the chance to figure out what that means.”
“You’re serious?”
Hero swallowed. They are going to be so so so fired for this. “Yes.” They held out their hand. “Let me show you.”
Villain kissed them one last time before he disappeared into the woods. A goodbye and a promise.
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friday night magic w the spouse (gods rest his soul)
#mtg#magic: the gathering#forgotten realms deck#black and blue call it the DM Special#his deathtouch means NOTHING to me#lolth is my planeswalker#i reiterate GODS REST HIS MERRY LITTLE SOUL TONIGHT
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You're really cool, actually
Was thinking about how the Deathless mechanic could work in MTG and came up with something completely different: Reverse-deathtouch
#asks#custom cards#Determined Cavalier is the closest to an example of deathless#deathless revives the killed unit with 1 health left so it dies in one more hit#but setting toughness to 1 is kinda awkward in mtg#so i made it a keyword ability that's only given by effects and counters#printing a creature with fragile would be really silly because it could just have 1 toughness#but causing a creature to die in one hit is neat#deathtouch but backward!
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managed to arrange my deck in such a way that i got the squirrel wrangler trophy on the final boss of act 1. that's what you get!!! that's what u get bitch
#i had to deathtouch the moon and then strategically sacrifice until all that remained#was a pronghorn my deathcard with the alphas sigil and two squirrels. get fuuucked
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