#ji woon hak imagines

[luuckyyou]

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

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

[rootsofdread]

Hi! Can I request Trickster, Michael, Ghostface and Skull Merchant and Bubba with a survivor reader basically being goofy with the other survivors and fucking up gens every 5 seconds because their laughing and can't focus and when they get hooked they make jokes and try to annoy the hell out of the killer? And when it's time to escape they drop their stuff for the killer and leave cause they thought it was a fun match? GN reader pls :)

my first bubba request!! i loved writing him for you 🥺🥺

Bubba Sawyer / The Cannibal:

Bubba knows being in the Entity’s realm isn’t pleasant; it’s been a long time since he’s seen anyone have fun. So in all honesty — he kind of enjoys seeing you all have some fun. He’s the first to run over when he hears several explosions in a row from a generator, because he’s almost certain that it’s you, and he could always use a good laugh. You’re the first person in an even longer time to really make him smile, he loves getting to spend time with you during trials and he especially loves getting to laugh with you. For one trial, he can forget that he has a job to do. He can focus on you instead. His favorite thing is getting your gifts after the trials — he gets so excited seeing you leave something for him. He especially loves toolboxes, so he can work on his chainsaw, but he loves everything you give him. He always looks forward to seeing you again.

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael doesn’t really understand how or why you’re so comfortable being so…yourself in trials. It’s such a foreign concept to him. Everyone else is so focused on staying alive, but you, you’re…you’re out in the trials having fun, and laughing. He likes to sit and observe you from afar. You usually try to get him in on the joke, come on over here, Mikey, we’re all having fun, but he just shakes his head. Sometimes he gets closer to you and just looms while you and your fellow survivors cry laughing over your antics, exploding the generator you’re all working on at any possible turn. You’ll never get that done. He may seem judgemental, but really, he’s just…watching. He finds it entertaining, in a way, seeing some of you have fun here. He even feels a bit special when you take the time to leave him your things; he doesn’t necessarily have a use for them, but…it’s nice.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is likely the only one that would be willing to join you in your antics; he seems to love a good laugh just as much as you do. Particularly, he loves either sneaking up on you by ending up just behind your shoulder and waiting to see how long it takes you to notice him, or by sneaking up on a teammate and not only waiting to see how long it takes them to notice, but also making gestures with his hands to try to get you to laugh, too. He loves how much fun you are — everyone else is such a buzzkill, he can’t imagine why, of course, but you just love to have fun here. You’re always laughing and smiling and making everyone else do the same, and it has him utterly smitten with you. You’re his favorite survivor to hang out with, and it absolutely delights him when you leave him your items at the exit gates. He takes everything you give him, and it’d be safe to assume he’s amassed a collection…somewhere.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:

Ji-Woon is a loose canon — for a long time, you were never sure how he would react to you, because it was almost always different. Sometimes he seemed annoyed by your antics, or amused, sometimes he completely ignored you and went for someone else; sometimes he was particularly bloodythirsty and you were his first target. It was always a toss-up. Over time, he gets more used to you and your shenanigans — he less feels the need to kill you for them and more just lets you have your fun. As long as you’re not specifically giving him problems, he doesn’t seem to really care. Sometimes, even, when he passes by you looking for someone else, he gives you a little smile or giggle, indicating he may just be amused by you now. And every time you leave him an item, you see him take it, and later, when he sees you outside of a trial, he hands it back to you with a genuine autograph.

Adriana Imai / The Skull Merchant:

Adriana, truthfully, will have none of it. She knows you won’t give her a challenge and she seems to not care much for that fact — she tends to leave you alone during trials and let you have your fun, slowly picking off your team members instead. Sometimes, she’ll give you a look when she passes by you, silently telling you to do something. Run, scream, hide, give her something to hunt you for. Yet, she seems almost flustered when you look back at her with that big grin on your face. She tends to let you go, too, always responding with you’re no fun if you ask her why, but you’ve always considered, perhaps, she has a soft spot for you. She’d never admit it. She does accept your items at the end, though. She knows she can find uses for them.

[airbendertendou]

safety [of a killer’s arms]

gender neutral reader. no killer in mind so they/them pronouns used. killer is bigger / taller than reader [bc they're a lil monstorous it makes sense in my mind]

synopsis : an unnamed survivor [he/him] makes you feel sour - for lack of better words. one trial, you find yourself running to the murderer instead of away.

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he always made you uncomfortable. sliding up beside you at the campfire ; his hands lingering when he patched you up ; sly nicknames that made your skin crawl. with a gulp, you flinch as the generator you’re working on finished, lighting up the spot you were hiding at.

taking in a deep breath, you stand and slowly observe your surroundings. the lack of a heartbeat and chilling feeling of being watched was absent — you were safe for now. you tread along carefully, eyes peeled for any sudden movements.

“[name],” the hairs on your arms prickle just at the sound of his voice. you don’t turn — you only continue moving forward. “we’ll be safer together. come stand with me.”

you ignore him. lips parted, your breathing struggles to steady as panic starts to build up. you can hear his feet shuffle behind you ; he’s starting to speed up to catch you. “[name], come on! it’s only us now.”

it sounds like a threat. his tone is reassuring, words light and airy, but it still feels like threat. it’s only the two of you ; no one else around. you gulp again, speeding up just a little more. he lets out what sounds like a laugh, “are we playing a little cat and mouse game?”

“go find another gen,” you call out over your shoulder. you quicken your pace a bit more, “we can still win this.”

“i did win, [name].” he lets out another laugh — it sounds menacing ; dark. everything a survivor shouldn’t be. “i’ve got you, all to my self.”

your heartbeat picks up, pounding in your ears. on the edge of a sprint now, you can see the killer of this trial in the distance. you speed up more, ignoring the muffled curse behind you as you barrel straight into their arms.

a vice grip is around their torso. arms around their waist, you bury your head into their neck as your breath leaves in panicked pants. “jus’ kill me,” you whimper out. “please.”

their hands are raised above them, weapon still poised from when they prepared to swing it at you. curiously, their eyes fly to where you came from ; to where your fellow survivor had now made himself known.

“[name],” you whimper at the sound of his voice. his eyebrows furrow, playful smile falling from his face and growing stern. “let them go. now.”

“he won’t leave me alone.” you whisper it into their chest as you burrow further into them. “watching me. waiting for me. touching me. i— he won’t leave me alone.”

their hands had fallen to your hips now, peeling you away from their torso. you whimper again but relax when they pull you behind them. just what had this man done — what had he made you feel — that was so bad you looked to a murderer for comfort? for safety?

he lets out a huff, taking a step closer. you mold yourself into their back in retaliation. “[name], come on. we have to win this game. jus’ you an’ me now.”

you want to scream at him. want to cry and yell and hit him until he stops talking ; until he stops eyeing you so desperately and hungrily. phantom fingers dance on your thighs, reminding you of the hidden touches he’d take from you ; careful whispers echo in your ears of the things he’d do to you once you were alone.

you couldn’t go with him ; refused to.

the killer of the trial made a show of raising their weapon again before they flung it toward him, hitting him directly in the chest. with a small oof!, he falls to the floor before struggling to get back up. as he limps away, he glares at you and it feels more sinister than the heart beating in your ears.

“safe.” it’s a promise. your killer pats your shoulders as gently as they can, moving you so that you’re a little more hidden. they crouch so that your eyes look into theirs, “safe.”

stay here, and you’ll stay safe. i’ll take care of him while i’m gone.

the breath of relief you let out is immediate. and it’s so stupid — how secure you do feel with someone who’s life revolves around murder. but, compared to the creeping touches and lingering gazes of your fellow survivor, they are a safe haven.

they come back after a scream of terror hits the area you’re in, drenched in blood and almost skipping with joy. gently, your hand is looped into theirs as they tug you along the map.

“home,” they say. “take you home.”

and so you’re lead to the hatch, lowered into it because your legs are too shaky to handle your own weight. before you fall, your fingers grip onto the edge of it and you peer up at the killer once more. your lower lip trembles, “thank you. i can’t say it enough — thank you.”

every trial with them after that feels gooey — warm — as you’re always saved for last and treated less harshly than the others. he never looks at you again ; instead he shakes in fear at the thought of you and the giant bodyguard you’d acquired.

lingering gazes come from outside of the campfire now — but they make you feel protected and watched over ; safe. they always manage to make you feel safe.

idk where this came from so don't even ask hehe <<33 tagging it w killers i thinlk would act like this but you can always add your fave <3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[mundoperla]

Could I get hcs for a gn survivor that’s horrendously touch-starved, whenever they’re being carried to a hook, they completely relax in the killer’s grip and lean into them, because they’re brain just goes w a r m human contact fuck yeah- and they can’t help it sdvh

If you could include Frank from The Legion because..he’s my favourite, I find him hot- but aside from that, any killers you want to write hcs for! :D

EEEEE KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR BC FRANK <3333

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𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 .

⤹⋆｡˚ ｡˚۰ ۰˚☽˚⁀➷｡˚⋆ ｡˚۰༄

killers x gender neutral reader

—killer(s) included;; frank morrison, ji-woon hak, kazan yamaoka, & caleb quinn WOOOOOO DEATHSLINGER PROPAGANDA

‼️tws;; none i could catch but if there is anything lmk!!!‼️

⤹⋆｡˚ ｡˚۰ ۰˚☽˚⁀➷｡˚⋆ ｡˚۰༄

𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

.｡❅* you were being tossed up onto his shoulder to be brought to the nearest rusty hook like the last, you had yet to even be put on one so of course some kind of struggle or fight was expected.

.｡❅* but you weren’t moving, barley even a scream or kick from you. he couldn’t feel any kind of struggle, but he can feel you practically melting into him.

.｡❅* he did not.. understand.. you’ve gotta be broken or something.

.｡❅* he’d stopped in his tracks completely, wiggling you a bit with the arm that held you up to see if you’d respond with maybe an elbow to the side of his head, but you just sat there. completely still. you were just enveloped in his touch. sitting still and very peacefully.

.｡❅* Frank didn’t exactly know how to react or how to feel.. it’s wonderful having someone feel so comfortable being this close to him, but he was also expecting the usual response he got from others.

.｡❅* he’ll just stand there for a minute, letting you hang out for a while longer. he’ll feel guilty if he just tossed you onto a hook afterwards so he gently places you on the ground and leaves you there for one of your teammates to pick you up.

.｡❅* if you do it again in more trials with him he’s slowly going to start ignoring his initial objectives and just carry you around the map with him.

.｡❅* again he won’t admit he likes feeling this kind of contact with you, he’ll swear up and down that it’s just because he feels powerful when someone’s on his shoulder for long periods of time like some kind of prize catch.

.｡❅* regardless of whatever lame excuses he pulls to justify holding you so you, he makes it a mandatory task whenever he spots you in a trial, aswell as the occasional jingle of your body when you’re hoisted up just to see if you’ll ever retaliate.

.｡❅* you never do. he digs that.

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𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

.｡❅* like Frank, he’s expecting you to fight him to get out of his grasp like your life depended on it— which it does.

.｡❅* maybe if he hits someone on your team with you on him you’ll do something? maybe even beg for him to spare everyone else & to just kill you?

.｡❅* wrong. you’re still just sitting there.

.｡❅* Ji-Woon doesn’t mind to say the least, attention is attention & you’re practically melted into his shoulder just pleased to have this much contact with another person. it’s a win-win for the two of you.

.｡❅* The Trickster is very.. tricky to say the least, he loves having you pressed up on him when he’s picked you up after a chase, but at the same time he still internally wants you to fight back. bite him at least.

.｡❅* he will still throw you onto a hook after a minute or two of you being up with him. he’s still got others to get rid of.

.｡❅* then again he doesn’t want to do too much to make you avoid him, he still wants to feel you lean into his hands when he hold your face up or when he’s holding you sturdy on his shoulder. it’s actually very nice when he’s making some kind of physical contact with you.

.｡❅* he’ll be annoying you whenever he’s caught you though, he’s aware that you’re not gonna do anything to get away but instead revel in this brief moment of physical contact with him of all people.

.｡❅* ❝ Should I hold you in a more comfortable position this time 여보 ? just for now until i unfortunately have to put you away. ❞

.｡❅* like i said — he’s annoying.

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𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎

.｡❅* he will not notice this at all until after maybe the 7th trial with you. he’s a ruthless and feared killer, but you never seemed to care when he would carry you to your inevitable fate.

.｡❅* you had decompressed entirely on him multiple times, and Kazan was pissed to say the least.

.｡❅* the ‘Oni Yamaoka’ was known far and wide for his brutality across the country, even tearing apart the very lord that spat the foul nickname at him and his family’s name. he was less than eligible for you to feel comfortable enough to mould around.

.｡❅* he had full intentions to harm you to get a point across, but Jake was quick to get you away from The Oni with his flashlight.

.｡❅* Kazan was even more angry, because now he had to get you back so he could jam it into your head that he is not to be taken so lightly. he looked for every opportunity to get you slung over his shoulders again but fumbled every time he got you where you were wanted.

.｡❅* but every time you wound up in his grasp, you’d lay there enveloped in his touch. the idea of being brought to a hook or even the basement was irrelevant in the moment. it felt amazing basically sitting in the palm of his hand.

.｡❅* it makes him angrier whenever you do this, he’s so comfortable being feared by every living being that surrounded him & he was not adjusting well to the idea of you not groveling in that same fear like the other survivors.

.｡❅* you occasionally entertained him by pretending to be scared when he had caught up with you, which also made him angry. he didn’t ACTUALLY want you to feel that way, he just wanted you to know how the other survivors perceived him. he’s contradicting himself trying to ignore the fact he really does enjoy you being close to him.

.｡❅* he’ll actively start refraining from picking you up unless he needs to, which despite this he will still constantly pick you up. you get the impression he actually enjoys the skin to skin contact much more than what he wants you to believe.

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𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗

.｡❅* he’s oblivious to it all at first, he doesn’t get why you always seemingly chose to turn into mush when he makes contact with you.

.｡❅* but he’s very pleased by this to say the least, even taking the courtesy to find a secluded space to sit down with you peacefully. he’ll carry you over to an exit when they open up.

.｡❅* you’re aware of the damage he can cause, not just to others but to you specifically. he was dangerous just like the next killer you’d have to go up against.

.｡❅* but that felt so irrelevant when your abdomen made contact with the harsh material of his coat for the first time. your worries and fears faded in an instant. even with all his jagged edges, his touch managed felt like pure velvet.

.｡❅* Caleb could sit down in one of the secret rooms of the saloon with you forever if The Entity allowed him to, you’re obviously enjoying the time spent on him; he doesn’t want to yank that peace away from you so suddenly.

.｡❅* he ups it a notch, placing a hand on the nape of your neck — being met with another deep exhale from you. he didn’t think it was possible to witness a person genuinely melt until now.

.｡❅* he’s also melting against your touch, you buried your head into his chest and he wanted to keep you on that spot. he hasn’t felt this close to another person in a long time.

.｡❅* The Deathslinger could be gentle if he wanted to, always doing his best to limit as much movement when you’re up high on his shoulders as to not disturb you, even though you didn’t particularly mind him moving around.

.｡❅* if he see’s another open opportunity outside of a trial, he will offer to let you sit on his shoulders again. you seemed very peaceful the last time, so why not experience it again without the time limit?

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⋆┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈⋆

please i beg of you give me more frank reqs he’s so fun to write for

[fandom-go-round]

May I request fem reader with a high pain tolerence for trickster and doctor? Like she can get hooked, step into a trap, and injured and she doesn’t make a noise. She just like oh maybe the other survivors are mean to her and they stand up for her? Fluff pls

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Murder, Stalking, Pre-Relationships, Implied Future Relationships

The Trickster:

You’re a frustrating survivor for the Trickster to deal with. He loves hunting you, you’re clever and always keep him on his toes. The issue is you don’t like to make music with him; no screams, no whimpers, nothing. He’s made it his personal mission to get you to cry out and while he’s not getting closer per say, he is discovering other noises.

You can’t stop from breathing hard, from panting and grunting around the map as you move pallets and sneak around corners. Ji-Woon’s ears become trained to detect your sounds, honing in on where you might be. That’s how he follows you, watching as one of the other survivors pushes you into a trap. You don’t make a sound, you never do, but the look of betrayal speaks to another kind of pain.

He doesn’t step in because he cares about you. Trickster refuses to even entertain the thought. It’s easier to hunt the others down when you’re trapped, leaving you for last because you’re the hardest to catch, the most satisfying to deal with. If you notice the change in other trails you don’t acknowledge in any way; his sights are always set on your now, for better or worse.

The Doctor:

Herman thinks it’s a bit disappointing you don’t make any noise but doesn’t hold it against you. Some of the others are extra loud and it makes sense that you’re here to balance them out; the Entity wants a fair game after all. He doesn’t signal you out on purpose in the beginning; he has to think of a different strategy to hunt you because you’re harder to find.

You’re not as fast of a runner, however, so it’s easy for him to catch you when one of your team members slams a pallet on your head. You don’t say anything but crumple to the ground in a silent heap. The Doctor just laughs, deep and foreboding before stepping over your body and going after the other person. It takes you a little to get your bearings again and Herman is long gone, off on another hunt.

He gets in the habit of leaving for you last, partly because he hates how the others treat you but also because its more fun. You’re a break from the monotony of trials and he wants to savor every moment with you. It’s easy for Herman to acknowledge his feelings for you, now the only trick is to get you to notice him in that way…

[zemryn]

I am back with David Bowie inspired Trickster 🫣

Saw some of Mika Pikazo’s art and decided that I wanna overuse halftones too jsbsjskskd

[deadprocess]

You're writing is amazing! Would you be willing to write a third part to Idolize me? <3 <3 <3

//Its been awhile...but I did it//

//Triggers: gore mention, blood mention, dub con, violence, cursing...it's dead by daylight. Most of this needs a warning//

xx IDIOLIZE ME pt 3 xx

You couldn’t recall how long you’ve been in this world of terror. However you could vaguely recall when you first met him. He stood there with a gore covered bat that had collided with your friends head, raised high in the air and ready to swing back down to silence their gurgling. His yellow eyes blazed with a reflective glow similar to that of the cats. Though if you’re honest, you could barely see them from how blown out his pupils were.

It was unadulterated bliss on his face. Bliss from the murder of your friend. Or… Whatever this was. You never got used to how many of your friends died, how many times you died. You all came back. Fit as a fiddle for the next round, but just a little bit more tired and a little more desperate. How many times has your skull been crushed in? How many times has your body been torn apart? How many times has your fingers been bitten off? How many days since this began?

When did he decide that you were his?

He was such an odd character. A bright spectacle with human normalcy that stood out amongst the murk and darkness. But it was nothing but a colorful façade, that of a peacock showing its feathers. He was just as ugly as the rest of them. His mind just as fucked.

“Sing for me.” He’d purr, face so close to yours you could feel the wind of his breath. It was neither hot nor cold. Didn’t even have a smell. He wasn’t human was he? Not any more.

How long has it been since you were stuck in this realm? His realm? You never woke up by the campsite anymore. Only here in this tiny back room of the Crotus Prenn Asylum. You figure out this was the only place that would allow him. You weren’t aware that these monsters would be able to harm each other until he came hobbling back, covered in blood with the rabbit woman’s axe deeply embedded into his shoulder. He coexisted with the clown and the floating woman dressed in old time nursing clothes. You wondered if she pitied you by the way she lingered for a moment or two. She never stayed long, especially not when he was around. You supposed even killers had their limits. Or maybe she just didn’t want to see him knuckles deep inside you, forcing you to scream for all that you were worth. You supposed that was more of a mercy on her part.

You knew for a fact he was getting more pleasure out of this than you ever could. By the way his mouth hung open, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth and eyes heavy lidded mumbling something in Korean far to fast for you to understand. His finger nails digging into all the fresh cuts he made on your skin, forcing more blood to rivet down your arms and legs. You never screamed anymore, just let small grunts and gasps escape you as he sunk deeper into your warmth over and over again. You were hesitant to make anymore noises than that, lest he get the newfound inspiration to produce more of his "music" with you being his muse and starlet.

You missed your compatriots at the campfire. You wondered briefly if they missed you, but your curiosity began to fade as Ji-woon (as you come to find out when he screamed at you to moan his name, his real name, during one of your earlier rendezvous) lifted your hips to slam them back against his. You vision blurred as a knot tightened deep within you when he dragged against that special spot. Maybe you were becoming sick just like the rest, but who were you to deny the one pleasurable thing in this personal hell. It was just you and him now, and death couldn't do you two part.

[dancer-in-the-fog]

"I can't get a moment's peace with you two around. Unless you've got another hand for me, could you do this NOT at the table??"

@idol-trickster @askyoichiasakawa

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Jake Park x Ji Woon Hak| trickster masterlist

Nsfw headcanons

[daddy-deathslinger]

Hey, I'm a big sucker for DBD imagines and posts and you're one of the top three I like.

Is it ok if I can have some imagines of Caleb, Kazan, and Trickster reacting to an s/o who LOUDLY curses in their native tongue (Like Caleb = Irish S/O, Kazan = Japenese S/O) and they let it out during a trial with them, shocking even the crows.

I rage around failing gens and evading, and I always cause a scene when I do 😅. You don't have to find any accurate swear words or curses, I like to see the build up to their reactions for it XD!

Hi there! I hope ya like what I came up with, I wanted to try and google some swears in these languages so if something's incorrect, blame google! xD

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn reacting to his S/O cursing in Irish:

It’s a trial like any other for you. Repair generators, flee from the killer, yadda yadda.

The killer in this trial is Caleb, so you know he’s gonna go a bit easier on you, which is good because you feel distracted this trial.

It might be the map, you hate the creepy school of Silent Hill. Nothing ever seems to go right when you’re sent to this map.

To prove your point, you suddenly get very startled while sneaking up to a generator.

BANG! It’s a corpse, it just falls right out of a locker! Right in front of you, as you’re sneaking by!

You can’t help it, the words just come out.

“Nách mór an diabhal thú! Fucking manky piece of-”

“Y/N?”

The next second, you’re startled again, this time by none other than Caleb, sneaking up behind you.

“Caleb! What in the goddamn-”

Your curses are cut short when you see the confused look on Caleb’s face. 

He just stares at you, and you’re starting to wonder if he’s alright.

Then, he suddenly burst out into laughter.

He laughs and laughs, folding himself double where he stands, tears forming in his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. This thing scared me, alright?” you hiss, but Caleb only continues laughing as he leaves the room.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka reacting to his S/O cursing in Japanese:

You and Meg find each other in a trial. You decide to sneak up to a generator together, since you make a notoriously good engineer team.

The wet bamboo rustles beside you as you sit down at your silent generator, and as Meg keeps watch at first, you start working the cables.

This is easy. You know your way around generators, you’ve repaired hundreds of them by now.

Even though Kazan is the killer in this trial, you’re not nervous. He goes easy on you, and you’re not worried about Meg and her speedy legs.

Meg is still keeping watch just in case Kazan shows up, and you’re almost halfway on the generator. This is too easy, why-

BOOM!

A part of the generator explodes right in your face, and the next second all hell breaks loose.

“Kuso kurae! Motherfucker! This stupid piece of shit generator!”

You go on and on about where the generator can get lost and you don’t even notice Meg staring at you like she could kill you.

You do notice the heavy footsteps approaching, however. You go silent, just now noticing the echo from your angered voice.

Kazan looks at you, just staring from behind his mask.

Then, he grabs his sword and slowly saunters along, as if nothing had happened. You hear him mutter something to himself, then he’s gone.

The Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak reacting to his S/O cursing in Korean:

It’s just one of those days. Nothing goes right, and every possible thing fucks up.

You’re so tired of this trial, even if your Ji-Woon is the killer.

You wish this would just end already. You break every part in the generators, you can’t sneak or hide for shit apparently and on top of everything Quentin is just aimlessly staring at the wall whenever you come across him in the trial. He must be falling asleep again, stupid guy.

The cup finally spills over for you, when Ji-Woon finds you and decides to taunt you a bit.

He brandishes his knives, singing about how easy you are to catch and how useless your teammates are in this trial. It’s like a whole performance.

You sigh in anger and suddenly you shout: “Gae-sae-kki! Shut up, you idiot!”

Ji-Woon quiets down and stops in the middle of a tap dance, staring at you.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I love you”, you say. “Just, shut up! And you look stupid, dancing like that!”

A moment of silence, then Ji-Woon grins at you.

To your surprise, he leans over and kisses your cheek, then he giggles and starts walking towards Quentin, who’s now clearly asleep.

[rootsofdread]

A hah! I have been waiting for this! Alright, so. The first request I wish to place is Y/N (Preferable gender neutral) catching "The Trickster's" knife and "The Huntress's" ax and throwing it back at them, causing it to catch they're clothes and momentarily pin them to the wall. I simply wish to see their reaction to realizing that, theoretically, the reader has the skills to carry out their duty to the entity but simply chooses not to. Sincerely, a wolf.

Anna / The Huntress:

Anna had thought you were easy pickings like the rest of them. She’d only seen you a few times, but survivors rarely stand up to her, and when they do, it doesn’t end particularly well for them. She noticed you quite a few meters away, almost halfway across the trialgrounds, minding your business and trying to sneak around.

She reeled up a hatchet and launched it directly at your head. She waited to know if she’d hit you; she didn’t hear anything. She must’ve missed, but she knows she still had to have shaved a few hairs off of your head. Put the fear of the Entity into you. She almost moves along, but as she’s about to, her hatchet comes barrelling back towards her.

She’s too stunned to react to it, and it ends up lodging into her shoulder and pinning her to the destroyed wall she’d been standing in front of. She’s stunned for another few moments, her head whipping between her pinned shoulder and you standing as far away as you were before; there’s no pain, but she still yells out in shock and frustration towards you.

She takes a moment to be impressed by you. It’s not easy for just any person to throw a hatchet like that; someone who hadn't had practice would’ve hit any one of the obstacles in their way. You know what you’re doing, just like she does. She rips the hatchet out of her shoulder and pitches it towards you again. You’ve started a game of cat and mouse that you won’t be able to finish.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:

Of course, Ji-Woon is always eager for an opportunity to use his throwing knives. A chance to show off! He’d seen you trying to sneak off behind his back while he was distracted by someone else. But you won’t get away that easily — it seems you know that, judging by the look in your eyes when he whips around to face you.

He starts throwing knives at you, and to his utter shock…you’re catching them. You’re catching every single one he’s throwing at you, even jumping into the air and spinning around to get some that he tries to confuse you with. He has to admit, in his time in the fog, he’s never seen anyone do anything like this.

He decides he should stop throwing them if you’re just going to keep catching them. No sense in wasting his resources, after all. He simply stares you down for a moment, wrinkling the bridge of his nose at you. Suddenly, you’re throwing his knives back at him, and before he even realizes it’s happening, he’s stuck against a locker door with several knives lodged into his skin and coat.

His eyes go wide. After the initial frustration wore off of someone fighting back and incapacitating him momentarily in the process, he was clearly impressed by you. Interested, even. He knows, himself, it takes a lot of skill to be able to use those properly. He smiles at you. You may have bested him once, but he knows he’ll get you, and he won’t stop trying until he does.

[deadbydangit]

On their wedding day.

Mastermind, Pinhead, Trickster

Mastermind

A wedding?

Do we have to?

It isn't that he doesn't love you.

He just doesn't want to go through all that trouble.

But if you really want to, he'll cave.

"Alright dearheart. Leave this to me."

Wesker will organize everything.

He's actually kind of a control freak.

But this wedding will be perfect.

He'll make sure of it.

Everyone who is willing to be civil is invited.

Except Chris.

Fuck Chris.

The venue is in the forest.

And he did a spectacular job decorating and organizing everything.

It was done all on his own.

The flowers, the food, everything.

His outfit is fairly formal to begin with, so it doesn't change much.

He will remove his glasses and coat.

That's something he never ever does.

Seeing you walking down the aisle, his jaw will just drop.

He's speechless.

But he gathers his composure quickly.

"You look lovely, dearest."

And he'll smile sincerely.

Despite his cold demeanor, his vows are hand written.

"You are what I live for."

And it's just enough to make you melt.

He isn't big on dancing.

But he's been practicing slow dancing for your wedding night.

And it did it for you.

He would do it for you all over again if it meant seeing you smile.

Pinhead

A wedding huh?

Well, he doesn't mind per say.

But he's a priest, and he isn't sure if it's permitted in his religion for him to get married.

After some debating and discussion with the other priests, it's decided you could marry him.

His culture knows nothing about it though.

So the whole organization is going to be up to you while he brushes up his knowledge on what he's supposed to do.

It's a simple wedding.

But there is sentiment.

Everyone can tell how much you love each other.

And they are moved to tears.

He's actually changed into a suit.

And you can't say he doesn't look amazing.

Seeing you walk down the aisle.

Seeing your smile.

The joy and love in his eyes are evident.

At first, he was hesitant about the whole marriage thing.

But, seeing you there; seeing everyone that showed up to celebrate his union with you.

It made all this worth the while.

He's really excited to dance with you.

It's obvious he's been practicing.

Because he's amazing.

Seeing your smile, he knows he made the right choice.

Trickster

Of course you want to marry him.

Look at him!

This won't be a cheap wedding.

If he wasn't in the realm, this wedding would cost millions.

Movie stars, expensive champagne, the works.

But he is in the realm.

So the great Ji-Woon Hak is going to have to settle for what the realm has.

And it isn't much.

But he's going to make this the most amazing beautiful wedding he can.

Everyone is invited.

And they better come.

If they don't, Ji-Woon will be on them with his knives ready.

This isn't a traditional normal wedding.

Because he isn't a traditional normal person.

He doesn't care what you wear as long as it looks nice.

His suit?

Expensive fabrics, fancy colors, beautifully crafted.

Seeing you?

He's practically drooling.

"My love. You look amazing."

His vows are hand written.

And, honestly, kind of self-centered.

"I could never imagine someone like me finding a lover even remotely equal. And yet, I found you."

Take what you can get.

He doesn't have to practice slow dancing.

Or any kind of dancing.

He'll sweep you off your feet before you even realize he did so.

As all of the other girls groan in jealousy.

But, rest assured, you're all he wants.

[mundoperla]

Could I get some hcs for killers with a gn scene survivor?

I'd love it if you would add Frank from the legion, Ji-woon, and the oni cause they're my absolute faves!!:D

(and any other killers you'd like to add cause I I absolutely ♥️ your hcs!!)

wishing all my scene baddies a blessed day yall are so cute ilysm <3

i also know very little abt the subculture itself so bear with me <\3

𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦! 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘚/𝘖.

• dbd killer(s) x g/n reader

— killer(s) included;; Frank Morrison, Ji-Woon Hak, Kazan Yamaoka

‼️warnings;; none!

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

༻ He thinks both you and your style are adorable!

༻ The bright colors of your outfits and/or hair make the dullness of the realm much nicer.

༻ Frank will listen to your music and enjoy a few songs, he’ll even put you on some of his own favorite bands in return. Think of it as some sort of bonding experience.

༻ He’s always trying to spot you dueing trials since it wasn’t hard, not just because we wants to know where you are but to also get a glimpse of the outfits you put together pre-trial.

༻ Occasionally will steal an arm warmer or a bracelet of yours to keep to himself. Will he wear it? Absolutely not but he’ll keep it tucked under his jacket for saftey <3

༻ Joey saw him wear one of your invader zim bracelets and Frank nearly went into cardiac arrest when it was mentioned

𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

༻ Unapologetically steals your accessories and wears them despite your protests.

༻ Ji-Woon is quite literally obsessed with you and will ask you back to back questions about your style and it’s music.

༻ Takes inspo from your favorite bands/songs for a potential album but he wont tell you that.

༻ If he’s not stealing something of yours he’s offering you something of his! Ji-Woon is decked in bright luminescent colors and he isn’t going to let them collect dust.

༻ He’s enabling you to pile as much as possible for the purpose of being as flamboyant as possible, y’all are gonna be twinning ALWAYS

༻ Speaking of twinning — he’s always asking to dress you or for you to dress him.

༻ As stated earlier, he is obsessed with your subculture and wants to be involved 1000%.

༻ “ IDC IF YOU’RE GONNA BE REPAIRING GENERATORS THE WHOLE TIME PUT THE MATCHING GIR HAT ON‼️‼️‼️ “

𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎

༻?????????? what

༻He doesn’t understand at all and he will not ask further questions.

༻ Yes he is very curious. No he will not vocalize anything, he’s too prideful to admit any type of confusion.

༻ The most you’ll get from Kazan is a slight turn of his head when he doesn’t understand your music. (be patient hes OLD)

༻Kazan wont pay attention to you but internally he finds you very very cute!

༻Yes your choices in fashion and music is very different from what he has seen and heard in his time, but it is also very pleasant to him.

༻ He wont vocalize this but he thinks you’re super cool wearing such bright colors. But what he adores the most is the way you do your hair.

༻ Dyed or not he loves the way you wear it, the additions of small clips here and there add to the aesthetic and he loves it.

[fandom-go-round]

This but with regular fem reader plz

For trickster and the doctor (seperate)

Soulmate au with a fem reader

It can be as filthy as you want

Fluff to nsfw plz

Soulmate AU: Every wound you get shows up on your soulmate

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Kidnapping. Canon Typical Violence, Blood, Character Death (Reader), Outdoor Sex, Public Sex, Overstimulation

Trickster:

Finding his soulmate was never a priority for Ji-Woon. Sure, it would have been fun to find someone to share his life but the more he gets into ‘making his music’, the more he avoids it. To share the spotlight with someone else? To have to hide the part of him that loves to kill? No thank you. The thought of a soulmate leaves once he’s taken by the Entity, this is much more fun than trying to find “the one”.

Of course, the minute he stops looking is when he finds you. It’s almost funny, watching the hook slam into your shoulder and feeling his own rip open. All the Trickster can do it laugh, bent over his knees howling with laughter. Oh he’s pissed, don’t get him wrong, but the pain mixing with adrenaline is intoxicating. He watches as the Entity takes you away, feeling his body burn hot and then numb, before evening out. It makes him wonder if all this was meant to be; the new world he found himself in. It doesn’t matter but it does make him think.

He can’t stay away from you now that he knows you’re his. Ji-Woon isn’t surprised by how possessive he is but he’s shocked by the intensity of the emotions. He wants to be the only one to hunt you, the only one to hook you, the only one to kiss you and push you against a wall. The last one is something he can control and he does it without thinking, grabbing your arm and kissing you hard. You freeze before wrapping your arms around his neck, gasping.

Trickster fucks you hard and fast, your legs wrapped around his waist and head thrown back. You take everything he gives you and more, not hesitating to dig your nails into his back or beg him to move faster. It feels like he’s drowning in you, the fire in his veins burning hotter every time you moan. He didn’t realize having a soulmate would feel this way and now that he’s had you he’s never going to let you go.

Doctor:

Herman still dreams about finding his soulmate, even here in the Entity’s world. He’s more romantic than he lets on and the idea of finding you and falling in love is appealing. He’s always tried to find a ‘work-life balance’ and if he had a cute little soulmate to take home, that would help his ideal. Alas, the likelihood of finding you in so low; there just aren’t a lot of people here compared to the normal world.

The first time he shocks you and you freeze, body going taught, his does the same, the two of you locking eyes. It’s the longest few seconds of his life, understanding flashing across both of your faces. Once the pain has worn off the Doctor doesn’t know what to do, staring with wide eyes. You have no such hesitation, turning to run as fast as you can into the cabin. He watches you go, lost in thought until a generator backfires in the distance. He would go find you, just not right now.

Herman is more patient than some of the other killers, at least when it comes to this. He’s content to let you watch him, let you figure out what you want. You can’t seem to look or stay away, gravitating towards him when you’re in trials together. He doesn’t want to push but every time you get close enough to touch it’s maddening. He hopes you make your mind up soon because he’s going to lose it.

He fucks you like he wants to drown in you. He shoves his face into your neck, the metal cold against your skin and a contrast to his hot breath. His cock stays deep inside of you, only giving deep thrusts and pulling out as little as possible. Herman wants you to never be empty again, to dream of his cock when it’s not in you. The more you beg the faster he loses control; he can never say no to you.

[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!)

[aceviscontiswife]

what if uhh the song starstruck by the kinks as a prompt? idk if it really fits anyone besides trickster but dont let my limited imagination hold you down

Starstruck || Ji-Woon Hak

Not only did I 1) get a new song I love, I 2) FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING 🙌 going through a really bad depressive episode so this is an accomplishment lol

GN! Reader. Warnings: Ji-Woon gets a bit suggestive (barely), petnames such as baby and pet, this is kind of short and not proof-read.

You were a skilled survivor, it wasn’t often that the killer managed to sacrifice you; not without a fight, anyways.

But, that quickly changed when you met him. It was like a flip of a switch… he had you starstruck. Between his bright clothes, even brighter eyes, and his sadistic personality, you were rendered useless to your team the second you knew the killer was The Trickster.

Ji-Woon… You hadn’t heard of him before his arrival in the entity’s realm, but boy, were you quick to learn all about him. You had even managed to get ahold of his music, the songs playing in your head on repeat. Your team hated you for it, often leaving you to fend for yourself in most of your trials regardless of who the killer was.

It wasn’t like you could help it… He was just so perfect. Yes, he was kind of a narcissistic asshole who still killed you despite how obviously head over heels for him you were, but you couldn’t care less. Upon hearing or seeing Ji-Woon, you simply forgot your entire job as a survivor. As a human. You just stood still, waiting for his arrival… completely starstruck by him. All of him.

“Y/n… hello..?” Said Thalita, one of the realms newest arrivals. She and Renato had yet to find out about your… issue. They both treated you friendly, but probably not for much longer after this…

“Can you hear me? Is everything okay?” She spoke again, waving her hand in front of your face. You hadn’t heard her, of course, your mind and body focused on the soft hum you could hear in the back of your head. That was him.

Thalita sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. “Do you need help? I can go find someone..? T-The killer’s coming, Y/n.. We need to leave.” You couldn’t disagree with Thalita more. She was free to leave, but you? You couldn’t even if you tried. Thalita lowers her head in defeat, whispering something you couldn’t understand under her breath before running away from the small house you two were huddled in.

The humming grew louder, your heartbeat picking up as the hums turned into music—screams of your team and the many unfortunate souls before them echoing in the soft beat of the music. He would be here any second now…

It was only a few seconds until you saw him, the Trickster, in his signature yellow blazer—his toned chest exposed as always. Blood was splattered across his jacket, chest, and pants, his face and hair clean of any blood. Twirling his bat in his hands, a chuckle escapes him as he spots you. You were just standing by the generator, an awestruck look on your face as you stare at him.

“My biggest fan…” Ji-Woon says, the words sending a tingle down your spine and setting a familiar heat in your core. Ji-Woon approaches you, humming his familiar tune as he stops just in front of you. “Your screams are always so nice… my favorite.” A sadistic laugh follows his words, and he brings a hand to cup your jaw. You snap out of your daze for just a moment, leaning into Ji-Woon’s touch as a quiet hum slips past your lips.

“Ji-Woon…” You whisper, but Ji-Woon is quick to move his hand from your jaw to your mouth, silencing you in an instant. “Save your words, baby… You’ll be screaming my name later, anyways…” Another sickening laugh escapes him, the sound nearly causing your legs to give out from under you. The feeling of Ji-Woon’s palm against your mouth made you feel hot, your thighs tightly pressed together to trap the heat inside.

Suddenly, Ji-Woon steps back, his hand leaving your mouth. There was a warm, tingling sensation where his hand had been, as if it had never left. Ji-Woon reaches into his blazer and pulls out a few of his blades. You knew this next part well, since it was what Ji-Woon always did when he saw you. Maybe, just maybe, that’ll change.. Maybe one trial he’ll want to do more than use you as a pin cushion for his knives.

“You don’t mind putting on a show for me, hmm? You always look so pretty when you’re bleeding and screaming… all because of me.” Ji-Woon’s voice was so smooth, so convincing. It drew you in like metal to a magnet… how could you refuse? He had asked so nicely, too.

“Do this for me and I’ll give you the reward you’ve earned, pet.” Heat rushes to your cheeks from Ji-Woon’s words. You nod. “Good…” With that said, Ji-Woon tosses the first blade at you. It pierces your shoulder, a scream tearing through your lips.

‘So sweet… I must hear them again.’ Ji-Woon thought as he began to toss blade after blade at you. You took each hit so well, screaming just how he liked it as blood began to stain your clothes and skin. Some might call you crazy for this… but hey,

You were simply starstruck by him.