#trickster dbd

[doomh3ad]

if he wanted to (brutally murder me as an act of love and passion) he would

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[hue-stuff]

my uncle works at behavior this is the new chapter

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[dat-is-i]

he is so silly 🥰🥰🥰

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[zmpixie]

i drew this in like less than an hour but here that one draw this with your squad jail meme but its my dbd mains

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[imtooscaredforthis]

Hello !! I was wondering if you could possibly write a a hc for both Ghostie, Wraith, Trickster, Joey and Frank being super protective of their S/O who is being pushed around during a trial by David. Like David is just pushing their shoulder and belittling them. >~< sorry for being annoying or anything

Okay, I know I responded super late, but I’m doing this so here we go lmao

Mentions of: Bullying, Harassment, Gore, Murder, Survivors being unrealistically mean but it’s ok, etc.

Unedited so don’t be mean

Killers Protecting Their S/O

The Wraith:

It’s the fifth time you’ve messed up the generator, and David’s clearly had enough. You couldn’t help it, due to your anxiety. It’s early in your trial, and you haven’t even seen a killer yet, but every time you try to work, you somehow manage to mess up, your hands slipping and twisting the wrong gear, or messing up the wires.

“Would ya just stop? Clearly, you’re not being useful here. Maybe you’d do some good on a hook or something.” He snapped, making you flinch and apologize yet again.

You’re just about to leave when you hear it. That snarl, you can recognize it anywhere. It’s The Wraith, or how you know him, Phillip.

Knowing how protective he can be, you prayed he didn’t hear your conversation from earlier. But then, you hear that familiar bell, and you know he did.

It all happens so fast. One moment, David’s moving to run, the next, Phillip’s shoving the teeth of Azrov’s Skull through his mouth, impaling him. Blood spills from his lips and you feel like you’re watching a car crash, no matter how much you want to, you can’t look away.

He drops David’s now lifeless body to the ground, before walking up to you and cupping your cheek with his cold, bloody hands. He caressed your cheek for a moment before stepping away, ringing his bell yet again, and disappearing.

You knew he would spend more time with you, but you understood why he had to go. He had a job to do, and so do you.

The Ghostface:

When you’re in Trials with Ghostface, he always has specific rules. While a part of it is because of your relationship, the other is because he knows he can control you. You belong to him, and he belongs to you.

And one of those things includes when you can unhook your teammates. For the past ten minutes, you’ve been sitting here, working on the gen, while Danny leaned against a brick wall, watching you.

You’re growing antsy, and he knows it. He loves it. Bill’s already been sacrificed, Ace is injured, and Meg is stuck on hook.

By now, it’ll only be a couple of minutes before she’s on second hook, and you know she’s going to pissed when you go save her.

Danny’s still taunting you, knowing every time he moves, every time he says something, you flinch and look over, ready to go. Finally, he speaks, releasing all your tension.

“Since you’ve been such a doll, I’ll let you go with a thirty second head start. Better get running, sweetheart.”

With that, you take off, sprinting over to Meg and unhooking her. “What the hell took you so long? I could’ve been sacrificed by now. Can’t you do anything right?”

You knew you deserved that, you would be pissed to. But at least you got her. You could’ve just let her die on that hook. And thankfully, you managed to get her just seconds before she reached the second stage. So she didn’t have to be so harsh about it.

“Sorry, Jeez.” You muttered under your breath, following after her as she limped off.

The feeling of a gloved hand on your shoulder makes you jump, but not a noise slips from your lips. You expect to feel a knife plunging into your back, or your stomach or chest. But there’s nothing.

Instead, he walks past you, putting a finger to the gaping hole of his mouth, gesturing for you to keep quiet. You nod, watching as he slowly steps up behind her and stabs her in the side, feeling some satisfaction at the sight.

Fuck her. She deserved that.

The Trickster:

After being thrown from trial to trial by the entity, you’re exhausted. You just want to rest, but you can’t, because you’re stuck in another one. Hopefully it’ll be the last.

You can feel your eyelids drooping and your arms growing heavy, and….suddenly the generator explodes, sending sparks everywhere, and making you jump awake.

“That’s the second time! The killer’s definitely going to find us now!” Feng Hisses angrily.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m just really tired and I-”

“I don’t care! That’s not how this works. It doesn’t matter how tired or hurt you are. We have to survive, and you just have to suck it up.” She tells you, and you know it’s true, despite how you feel like you’re about to collapse at any given moment.

“I hope the killer gets you first.” She seethes, and it seems like her wish has come true, because the next thing you know, your heart rate is picking up, and the adrenaline is starting to pump in your veins.

You can’t help the way your body begins to tremble, and the tears that fall down your cheeks. This is so embarrassing. Hopefully, whoever it is, they’ll be quick with it.

You didn’t expect to hear a voice. Especially not one so beautiful or familiar, recognizing it almost immediately. “What’s wrong starlight? Why are you crying when we haven’t even had our fun yet?”

“I- It’s nothing- I just- I’m so tired- and I keep on messing up- and Feng got mad at me and…” You trailed on as you sobbed softly, unsure why you were now venting to your popstar murderer boyfriend.

Grabbing your chin, he tilted your face upwards, wiping your tears away with his thumb. He pressed that same thumb to your lip, shushing you. His fingers reeked of blood, but you didn’t mind it.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll deal with it. Go on and play with your little machines, and soon, I’ll come back to make you cry in…other ways.” He giggles, giving you a small wink and kiss on the cheek, letting you go and running off, pulling out his bat.

Only minutes after he was gone you heard Feng’s screams, and cries of pain.

Legion’s Joey:

“What the hell Nea? Why’d you have to lead him over to me?” You snap at her angrily, finding her at the generator, after you had been saved from the hook and patched up.

Even though it was Joey and you knew he wouldn’t go as hard on you, you were still pissed off. The moment she saw you, she went straight towards you with the killer hot on her heels.

And it wasn’t like Joey was going to just let you go. He has a job to do, both of you knew that. Plus, no one else knew about your relationship, and you couldn’t risk having them find out.

So, after muttering a small apology, he put you onto the hook, as gently as he could.

“You’re fine now, I don’t get what the big deal is.” Nea replies, rolling her eyes. “The big deal is you could’ve stuck your neck out for me and helped me and your other teammates by keeping him on you while we worked on generators.”

“And why would I do that? It’s not like you would return the favor. You barley do shit around here.” She remarks.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m not dealing with this shit.” You stormed off, going to find another generator. Little did you know, Joey saw everything.

You’re halfway done working on the generator when your heartbeat starts to pick up again, and you’re pissed off, knowing exactly who’s causing the killer to be so close.

Right when you’re about to rip Nea a new one, you turn around to see Joey stabbing her in the back, jamming his knife into her back as hard as he can, causing her to let out a shrill scream. She drops to the ground, and blood is splattered everywhere. All over him, and you, and you grin, mumbling a small, “Thank you.”

Legion’s Frank:

“Just stop it, will you? I can handle this myself.” Yun-Jin tells you, smacking your hands away after you accidentally pushed too hard on her wounds while you were fixing her up.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, moving away from her. She rolled her eyes, wrapping her stomach with the bandages, murmuring about how she always has to do things herself.

“Just stay away from me, alright? You’re useless enough as it is, the last thing I need is you to get me killed.” She growls, brushing off the dirt and mud on her skirt and getting to her feet.

“Fine.” You mutter, walking away from her, and flipping her off when her back is turn. You don’t even notice that Frank’s there until you hear him laugh at your actions.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll deal with her for you. You better start working on those generators though, if you wanna get hatch.” He tells you, and you can practically hear the smugness in his voice.

You can’t help but smirk at him as you continue to walk off and search for a gen. “Whatever.”

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[concreteblocs]

please don't put him in more board shorts I'm begging

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[bhaalschosenone]

Jiwoon thinks theres a lot of things one could be insecure about. Really, in his earlier Idol days, his bandmates whined day in and out about dry hair, weirdly done makeup and most important... their bodies.

Jiwoon is a lot of things, but he doesn't judge.

Okay, he definetly judges. A lot. But not you. Mostly because... there just isn't much to judge you for.

Obviously, you would disagree. "My weight!" this, "My looks!" that, when to him- you're the most beautiful human in the world.

Which.. given, his world isn't as big as it once was - Entity and all - but that doesn't matter.

He himself couldn't believe how weak he's gotten.

.

It all startet when he found Ghost Face's camera laying around with his owner no where to be seen. Jiwoons lips twitched, Danny must've visited his little "He's not my boyfriend, dipshit"- Frank. They made a cute pair, if one could consider constantly bitching at each other cute.

Nosy as he was, he picked up the camera, filled with Dannys gruesome selfies and disgusting- wait a minute.

A new face. A pretty face. A... really bloody face.

A new survivor?

Jiwoon didn't like the way Danny executed the survivors. It was so.. rushed, he didn't take his time, he didn't even let them scream. Most of the photos were pasable, some he could even call aesthetic but that new face.. your face.. It would stick with him. He denied it but.. he wanted to see you. To face you in trial. He wanted to hear your voice. Your pain. And he wanted to cause it.

As so many things in Jiwoons life, this too turned out to be harder than he thought.

Because when he finally, finally faced you in a trial - that ugly and sandy Coldwind farm of all places - he couldn't bring himself to kill you. Hurting you, even. Somehow all his knives missed their mark - and he never missed. Or.. so he thought.

You were getting on his nerves, sure you were pretty, but how fucking dare you make such a FOOL out of him?! Don't you know who he is?! Everyone here knows!

So.. why won't you stop running? You didn't know him yet! Sure your little friends would have told you about him but those maggots couldn't possibly tell you EXACTLY how great he was.

Luckily, he found the Hatch before you and closed it. And just as he turned around-

There you were. In all your dirty, bloodied and scared beauty. He couldn't hide the cocky smile started to lift the corner of his lips.

So you came to him after all. Of course you did, how couldn't you?

"You're a slippery one, aren-", but he didn't get to finish. A small, silver - thing? - flew right in front of him and exploded into a bright ball of light.

Did you just fucking blind him and take off?

Seconds later, he heard the gate doors' siren and he knew you'd escape. Never in a billion years would he steep so low and try to run after you. Pft, he wasn't desperate.

So he leaned against a fence and waited until the Entity took him back again. Your audacity infuriated him. "Didn't even fucking let me finish... little brat..", he muttered and threw a knife into the air.

He would get you. If not today, then tomorrow. And if you didn't stop for him on your own, he would make you.

You'd be on your knees for him soon enough - just like everyone else.

//

This screams pt.2, doesn't it?

#trickster dbd #trickster #the trickster #dbd #dead by daylight #the trickster x reader #the trickster dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader #ghostie #ghostface

[bazilismari]

#dbd #dbd fanart #dead by daylight #the trickster #trickster #trickster dbd #ji woon hak

[slavikreimu]

[Sing along if you find them attractive]

Mine version :)

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[hourousha-chu]

Killers React to a Drunk Survivor- The Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak)

How were you supposed to know that the Entity planned on snatching you for a trial soon as you hit the bottle? All you wanted was to take the edge off. Granted, it seemed to work as everything was much more of a blur now. You stumbled through Ormond with nary a shiver, the booze keeping you nice and warm inside. Who said this wasn't a perk in itself?

Soon, the telltale lullaby of a killer sent your heart racing. But your inhibitions were out the window, and you gravitated towards the familiar melody.

Oh, the look on The Trickster's face when a darling little survivor ran not away from his blades, but right into his chest.

"Ji-SWOON cutie! Haven't seen you in foreverrrr! I missed youuuu!"

He didn't know whether to be annoyed, flabbergasted, or flattered. Actually, yeah, go with all three. All he could do for a moment was stare dumbly at you, mouth slightly agape, as you nuzzled against him without shame, arms securely wrapped around his torso.

Clearing his throat, he glanced around to ensure no one was watching. "Someone was too eager for an encore, hm? I'm touched, honey." He hesitated before awkwardly patting your head while trying to push you away. No such luck. The contact only made you push your head against his hand like a cat, practically begging for more. Did you have to giggle so sweetly like that?

It was obvious you were out of sorts. One glance at your extra rosy cheeks confirmed that you had to be drunk. Had you been drinking in the trial grounds? There was technically a bar here, but he couldn't imagine it was stocked. Now that he thought of it, he didn't remember anything like this happening before. Survivors were supposed to be coherent and have basic self-preservation instincts at the very least.

The Trickster clicked his tongue and sighed. He lifted you onto his shoulder with no resistance, earning a delighted squeal. "Yaaaay! Hook me, daddy!"

You were going to be the death of him. "You're not mentally fit for a trial right now." He ignored your protests as he carried you upstairs to one of the bedrooms in the lodge. Setting you down onto a cot, he turned briskly to leave you. "Go find the Hatch once I've finished the others."

His shoulders tensed when he heard you sniffle. Against his better judgment, he turned to see your eyes watering.

"D-do ya not like me?" you blubbered. "I thought you liked my screams 'n stuff…"

Entity help him. "Would you rather I took advantage of you instead?" he muttered.

You really looked like you were considering it for a second before you shook your head. "No, it's just…I'm so lonely…"

The Trickster ran a hand through his hair and exhaled through his nose. "Look. If you set a trap for a rabbit, but the rabbit is watching eagerly, ready to jump into it, it's not a hunt. No chase or challenge or satisfaction." Sure, Evan might be appeased and Danny might die laughing. Not the point. "So rest up and come back when you're ready to be a good little bunny, all right? Then I'll happily spend some quality time hunting you down."

That made your cheeks positively glow. You cupped them in a way that should not have been adorable at all and nodded your head. "O-okay Ji-Swoon! I promise I'll be good!"

You laid down and he was pleasantly surprised at your obedience. He couldn't help but smirk. Stalking closer, The Trickster leaned in to peck your forehead. "There's my good bunny. Now don't make me come looking for you again."

In that moment, you could've died happy.

Once you escaped and the foggy memories came crashing back, you actually wanted to die. Maybe you'd get sent to the Void if you were lucky.

Of course, you were offered no such reprieve. It was a while until you had another trial with The Trickster, and you prayed he'd forgotten.

Of course he hadn't.

He pinned you to the wall after leaving you for last, a smug grin on his face. "How's my good little bunny? Feeling better than last time, I hope?"

You grunt and tried to free yourself, about to retort, but his hand brushed your head ever so slightly. For just a moment, you relaxed and leaned into him, your body remembering when he...

"...I'll give you a good chase then you can Mori me. Permanently, if that's possible."

Your bodies were so close that his chuckle rumbled against your chest. You cursed yourself for the involuntary chill that ran down your spine. "Aw, but why? I thought we could spend some quality time together, since you're so lonely."

Your cheeks blossomed indignant red. "Asshole, I was drunk! Don't use that against me!"

"They say that alcohol unmasks the true desires of the heart. You certainly had a lot to say that day, honey."

He leaned in closer, breath fanning your face. "Quite honestly, I found it adorable. Besides…you're not the only one that's lonely, and wanting."

He used your shock to nuzzle closer to you, one hand snaking around your waist while the other petted your hair. Your muscles went slack at his touch.

"I believe I deserve some thanks after treating you with such dignity and patience. I'd like to hear how you feel for me while you're sober."

You didn't try to get away as his lips closed in. "And," he whispered, "I want to feel it too."

A fog enveloped your brain once more, similar to when you'd been drunk, except now his lips were the culprit. You gasped for air when he finally pulled away, gaze lidded.

He was smirking, as always, but something else hid behind his gaze. Something softer. "See? I have the same effect on you, but better. You don't need to get wasted when the perfect remedy is right here."

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, but smiled. "Even if that were true, I can't exactly drag you back to the campfire with me whenever I want."

He pouted. "How do you know? You've never tried." Your incredulous stare made him laugh again. You couldn't help but chuckle as well. "I'm just saying, I want my bunny to stay healthy. So they can give me many, many rewarding hunts."

Before you could reply, he rested his head against your chest so he could hear your heartbeat. "But perhaps, just this once, I'll take that missed opportunity and keep you company."

Your touch-starved body melted into him, and your eyes fluttered shut. "...I'd like that."

(Cross-posted from my AO3!)

#trickster x reader #trickster #trickster dbd #dead by deadlight #drabble #fluff #comfort #gn reader #trickster x reader dbd #ao3 #fanfic

[slasher-paws]

Hello I really liked your last two posts can you do one with trickster? Platonic or romantic, however you would want. You don’t have to do this! Thanks!

Trickster x Innocent reader [Platonic]

Authors note: I love Trickster with all my heart. Thank you for the request Anon! 😉 I hope this brings everyone comfort!

•First encounter: Behind a bush you hid, hoping the rapid beating of your heart will stop. The killer was aiming and throwing blades at the survivor, his aim was accurate and quick, impressive. You were watching his move to see when the coast was clear to finish up the generator.

• David obnoxiously laughed as he bonked a pallet on the killer. Ji-Woon muttered an insult in his native language, destroying the pallet. David caught up with the other survivors to escape. The trickster was frustrated, so he left to find the remaining survivor, which was you.

• On your way to the exit gate, you spotted some of his blades scattered on the floor. Ji-Woon didn’t have time to reload is inventory of knives while in the chase of David. He really wanted that one survivor dead..begging for mercy. Because damn, David got Ji-Woon looping around a pallet for twenty minutes!

•You couldn’t help but feel bad. So, you picked those knives up, careful of the sharp edges. You escaped with them, later hoping to return the killer’s belongings. You were kinda …curious of his reaction. Everyone knows how egotistical the trickster was. Nothing made him happier than watching his victims suffer.

•You entered his realm in hopes of locating him. And there he was, playing with his blade. He was humming an unfamiliar tune. You cleared your throat to grab his attention.

• “Hello..um..hi Mister Ji-Woon! You dropped your knives in the last trial an- and I just wanted to give them to you..” You said nervously. He just sat there, not moving a muscle. He then slowly turned around, lifting a brow.

“Hm..?”

•He just stared at you, with those bright, beaming eyes. Confused why you would do something kind for someone like him. How stupid..how naive

•he assumed you were a little fan, because why else would you be kind to a murderer like that. You seemed so..clueless!

•The trickster snatched his weapons back, showing off a truck by flipping one of the blades with his fingers. He didn’t even bothering thanking you. He was too above to thank a survivor. Ji-Woon was unsure what to say, he never encountered such a situation.

“Go on, shoo.” He flicked your forehead. “Little fan.”

• You loved it when he would hum or sing. It was nice to hear. Beautiful, hypnotizing.. Sometimes, it even made you sleepy.. So you told him!

• “Um..Mister Ji-Woon, I love your voice, y’know..when you sing!” You rubbed your arm, kinda feeling shy reaching out to him. Trickster was flabbergasted. A survivor showering him with compliments and praise? Referring to him as “Mister” made him feel respected.

“ Oh darling..who doesn’t.” The trickster smirked. He loved compliments, it made him feel high and mighty, especially from a survivor.

• Ji-Woon crept in the basement. Something alerted him that he wasn’t alone. He found you hidden in the shade. You were crying like a child who dropped their ice cream. How annoying, he thought. He didn’t want to kill you just yet, he might as well play with his food. He knelt down in front of you. You were kind to him, so he was curious as to why you were crying.

•you covered your face with your hands. Too afraid to even look the killer in the eye. You were trembling.

• “Oh, and what is the matter with you this time?” He removed your hands from your face, revealing your tears and pink cheeks. You tried to explain, but your sobbing had you choke on your words. He hummed in thought.

•“I accidentally bombed the generator and I was told to go elsewhere..my team mates said awful things to me. Seriously it was just one mistake how cruel can they be!” You cried. You never knew you’d vent to an egotistical killer. You were in need of comfort.. Trickster was quiet for a few seconds until stood back up, revealing that stupid smug smirk of his again. “I did most of the generators..I just want to be appreciated..”

Appreciated huh.

• “Aw, how pathetic, crying like a child. Why must you care what they have to say. There is no room in this realm for WEAK survivors like you.” He lifted your chin with his finger, revealing his infamous smile. “What makes you think you’ll survive these trials if you can’t handle some stupid comments hm?”

You continued to cry, which annoyed him even more.

• “Keep crying in this basement, and after I finish up those survivors, you will be next. Who knows, my little fan, your blood-curdling screams might be used in my upcoming songs!~ The trickster giggled. Oh, he was living your facial expression right now. You were horrified by his words. Ji-Woon was trying to get you up and going, in his own way.

• The Trickster knew how bitchy the survivors can be. I mean, he went through all that toxicity too, not just you. So, he left you in the dark. He camped, and tunneled those survivors.

•He saw you get back up on your feet and run towards the hatch.

“Ah..that’s my little fan..” He mumbled to himself.

#fanfic #writers on tumblr #trickster #ji woon hak #trickster dbd #trickster x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dbd headcanons #dbd survivor

[sn-0-w-gh-0-st-artz]

♡♡♡

#dead by daylight #trickster dbd #ji woon hak #self ship #v art

[cucumberbruv]

Cuties 🥰

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[junkermcqueen]

trickster and dbd ghostface getting drinks together while internally thinking You Are The Worst at each other. its hard to think that two men with that much bitch energy would be friends

#dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface dbd #danny johnson #ghostface #trickster dbd #the trickster #jiwoon hak #ji woon hak #this is not a ship post

[pantakichi]

Trickster artwork might be my new pfp

#my art #dead by daylight #trickster dbd

[concreteblocs]

I need him (dead and smeared and exploded and vaporized and obliterated

#trickster #trickster dbd #dbd trickster #ji woon hak #dead by deadlight #dead by daylight #dead by daylight art #dbd art #dbd #dbd trickster art #horror artist #horror art #horror #i want to put him in a ziplock bag and hit him repeatedly with a rolling pin like im making twink dust