#Trickster dbd

[grrrenadine]

A selection of Dead by Daylight killers on their wall of shame honor.

P.S. My 52-page Dead by Daylight digital zine is still up and available on Gumroad!

[dat-is-i]

it is pride month my dudes

[luuckyyou]

“I’m not calling you “good boy”, Ji-Woon, your aim was shit!!!”

Be nice, Huntress, he’s playing on console 😔

[nutton-of-tata]

more dwight except he's in yaoi hell.

in my head, he is a killer magnet and they like his nerd guy swag (hes pathetic). i have brainrot i wanna ship dwight with every killer HELP ME ITS KILLING ME I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS

hes in a harem of blood thirsty murderers who both wanna date him and kill him (toxic yaoi pls pls pls)

[hue-stuff]

my uncle works at behavior this is the new chapter

[concreteblocs]

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

[daughter-of-the-slaughter]

HELLOO!

I decided to try some art surrounding a new au I am going to create, where basically the entity places a random human child originally from the human realm into this realm full of sadistic killers. I’m going to call it A Mouse in a Cage of Snakes I mean the title makes sense. Hummm, should I actually make this for real? It surrounds the writing I’ve been working on! (You can tell!)

My favorite on is my oc with pyramid head hes so sweet with innocent souls 🥹.

[teratophallia]

Ghostface and Ji-Woon doodle between coms and stuff

[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?

[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

[ghouly-drool]

jiwoon hak i reluctantly love you very much

[slavikreimu]

[Sing along if you find them attractive]

Mine version :)

[dat-is-i]

he is so silly 🥰🥰🥰

[luuckyyou]

Tune out everyone in the crowd 'Cause now it's just me and you Come fall in love with the sound Make a pact to each other When no one's around God's between me and you Who wants to fuck with us now?

[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!)

[springfling789]

The Trickster ✨ Jiwoon Hak 🎭