#poker

[enchantedcreation]

When the show came out, I feel in love with the way they did the cards for the flashback. So, I wanted to recreate the two main ones from the show, but then continue to create the others just for fun. Its taken me some time around work, but I wanted to share one of the combinations I created.

If anyone is interested I can post the cards individually as I make them.

(Also I am still brainstorming the page name... so it might change eventually)

~Sincerely, Eliza

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #husk #huskerdust #angel dust #alastor #poker

[texaschainsawmascara]

Jennifer Tilly playing poker

#jennifer tilly #poker #bound #chucky #bride of chucky #seed of chucky #cult of chucky #tiffany valentine #monsters inc #stuart little #the fabulous baker boys #liar liar #music from another room #the haunted mansion #cinema #00s #2000s #y2k #horror

[scoutingthetrooper]

these are the best cards on the planet and no one can tell me otherwise

(etsy)

#dogs #playing cards #cards #cute #animal #pet #poker #card games #art #artwork #etsy #clubs #hearts #diamonds

[revretch]

Playing a game of poker with these and carefully studying my hand

#rev retches #hummingbird #cards #poker

[pikavani]

#artwork #drawing #original character #the amazing digital circus #tadc fanart #tadc #tadc kinger #poker #comic art #tadc comic #fanart

[impactzack]

Kaiji faces his biggest challenge yet.

#Kaiji #kaiji itou #FKMT #balatro #poker #fanart #anime #my art

[dozydawn]

World Series of Poker Championship, 2007.

#poker #2007 #2000s #1k #mine

[garfieldsbones]

anna nicole smith , 2005

#anna nicole smith #poker #2000s #early 2000s #mid 2000s

[menace-bitch]

World Series of Poker Championships, 2007

#poker #2007 #early 2000s #trashy y2k #y2k #trash magic

[grickle14]

Penguin Poker Night.

#grickledoodle #batman #penguin #poker #cartoon #art #drawing #funny

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: A group of gods plays poker in a dark corner of the pub where I work. They wager things like smashed pint glasses, freak snowstorms, and my statistics grade.

#creative writing #writing prompts #heaven and hell #gambling #poker

[yee-art]

The Four Kings of Playing Cards

#fgo #artists on tumblr #fate grand order #julius caesar #iskandar #charlemagne #david #yehlawd art #kings #playing cards #poker #fate/grand order #fate series #type moon

[toxooz]

🤠🥃🃏

#i wont heeum #ramsuse #oc #original character #monster oc #monster boy #monster #demon #tiefling #my art #cowboy #western #poker #bear #terato #exophilia #monster boyfriend #muscular #monster fucker #muscle

[fj-rocco-9]

POKER ♣️♦️♠️♥️

#so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #anklet #poker #sharing is caring #hotwives #watching #flirting #fantasy #sexy wives #sexy

[see-arcane]

Cards with the Count

Thinking about how Jonathan is trying to pass the time during Vampire Hell Staycation with all the books in the library (a guaranteed Dracula Zone), no stationery (bastard), and a finite amount of secret pen ink and secret diary pages left at his disposal (shit). Reading and writing and art are all out. What’s left?

I like to think, in this order:

1)    He remembers that he has a pack of playing cards in the general luggage Dracula didn’t snatch. A gift Lucy had bestowed on him and Mina, a pack apiece, as she insisted that it was the best way to pass an hour in dreary company that wasn’t to do with gossip or politics.

2)    He doesn’t normally play, if only because he doesn’t have the coin to meet any real gambling stranger at a table. Just a ‘for fun’ thing.

3)    Fuck it. Solitaire. Card towers. It’s something to keep his mind off the…everything.

4)    He gets exactly one (1) day/evening of peace with this. Then:

5)    “Whatever are you up to, my friend?” 

(He didn’t even use the door to give Jonathan time to hide the pack. Misted in. No shadow to give him away. Fantastic.) Jonathan staples his smile back in place and rattles off something apologetic, so sorry, was he keeping the Count waiting? Let him just put this away, he wouldn’t be interested—

6)    Smash cut to the library. The cards are now unofficially confiscated/a staple of the Dracula Zone, alongside the fancy crystal chessboard the Count loves to crush him with on a semi-regular basis. Jonathan is walking him through the rules of sundry card games. Unsurprisingly, he latches onto the concept of American poker readily. The game is a soup of similar European predecessors that light up his eyes with recognition—primero, poque, brelan—sewn together with England’s game of brag into a medley of the initial rules, both written and unwritten.

7)    “A game of skill, then?”

“Skill, acting, and luck.”

Dracula grins as he produces a ransom of gold coins to use as chips. Jonathan deals. 

(What are the extra rules here? Does he throw every hand? Does he play in earnest and inevitably lose anyway? Does it even matter? It isn’t chess, after all. Not a proper strategy game. Cards happen. Guesswork happens. A winner and loser every turn. What does it matter?)

8)    Jonathan realizes two dozen hands later that what matters is, apparently, his face. One that, likewise apparently, cannot be read by the Count in this game. Out of those two dozen hands, Jonathan has won eighteen. Of those eighteen, his hand was the clear dud for nine. Through it all, Dracula’s eyes keep jumping from his own hand to Jonathan’s tired gaze. When Jonathan wins the twenty-fifth hand and the mountain of gold on his side of the table risks toppling off the edge, Dracula bites out a word Jonathan is sure is too caustic to have a spot in the lost polyglot dictionary.

9)    “You have a gift for schooling your face, my friend.” Every word is an icicle; each as sharp as the canines jutting out of the rictus grin.

“I don’t,” Jonathan says. 

And it’s true. Now he’s schooling his face—first lesson of anyone destined for the realm of serving others—but in the game, he’s barely thinking of anything else beyond the ticking of the clock. To punctuate this, he slides the heap of gold back to Dracula’s side of the table. 

“This is only a game for the fun of it. In a game with stakes, there would be something worth playing and worrying for. When you get to England,” his face is very, very schooled as he says this, “you’ll find a much more varied competition at gambling tables. The players who really train their expressions can do so with fortunes at stake, while novices reveal every victory or loss plainly on their face.”

10) Dracula considers this. And smiles.

11) “Ah, then there must be stakes before we can play the game properly. Still, you have won the bulk of these rounds, my friend—” his hand seems like it wants to be strangling something when it drums atop the gold heap, “—and done me the charity of not taking your rightful winnings.” He throws down his cards. Ace and deuce of spades. “I shall have to speak with the kitchen about producing a stand-in prize.” 

He leaves. Jonathan doesn’t blink when he hears the door lock behind him. A card pyramid is erected.

12) Paprika hendl for supper. As excellent as he remembers. Huzzah.

13) The next time he’s herded into the library, he sees what looks suspiciously like his travel paraphernalia flimsily hidden behind a bit of drapery. Dracula is shuffling the deck.

14) “A true prize on the table this time, my friend. I know you are one to appreciate the splendor of our beautiful country, just as I know it is, for your own safety, quite impossible to go exploring alone in the wild. Too many wolves about. But if you win the majority tonight, I shall see to it that my driver takes a leave from his own many errands to escort you beyond the castle for a time, if you so wish.”

“…And if I lose the majority?” He can’t help it: “I’m sure there’s little from me you’d be interested in.”

Dracula grins.

“We shall think of something, I’m certain. Here. Deal.”

15) As expected, Jonathan’s face isn’t effortlessly unreadable in its misery anymore. He has something to play for, even if his trust in Dracula’s dangling carrot on the stick is nigh nonexistent. He loses more. He struggles more. He worries more…

16) …But the wins and losses remain surprisingly even. On into the dawn they play, matching victory for victory. Even the Count seems puzzled. Jonathan is just tired. He was never going to win. The ‘driver’ will fall to some mysterious ailment, his possessions will disappear the moment he’s sent out of the room ahead of the Count. To Hell with it.

17) “I forfeit. We remain tied, so neither has to lose.” A sour smile curls. “Besides, I have kept you up too late again.”

“One more.”

“We can say you won—,”

Dracula gives him a Look.

Jonathan sits again. Plays again.

Wins again.

Dracula hisses several words the polyglot dictionary would be scandalized to translate. Jonathan feels the first genuine smile he’s wanted to make in a month and a half try to creep up on his lips, and stifles it.

18) Dracula turns over his cards and thumbs though the deck as if looking for a conspirator. He even scowls at Jonathan’s forearms, both bare through the whole game as he’d rolled up his sleeves. Still grumbling, his thumbnail finally hooks a card that makes a cloud pass over his face.

19) “What. Is this?”

Jonathan looks.

“Oh, that’s just a Joker.”

“Joker?”

“Yes, I thought I’d taken him out. He’s not a usable card in this game, but he’s sometimes used as a trump or wild card in others. That is, he’s there to turn the tide for whoever gets to play him.”

Jonathan reaches for the card to tuck it back in the box. Dracula pulls it out of reach, walks to the fireplace, and flicks it into the flames.

“Say what you will, but I recognize a symbol of sabotage when I see it. It should not be in the deck at all!” Still watching the little harlequin turn to cinders, he flaps his other hand at Jonathan. “Go rest, my friend. Take that infernal game with you. It is not a respectable pastime for men of our like.”

20) Jonathan gathers up the deck, gives his travel kit a last mournful look, and leaves for his bedroom, knowing not to ask after the walk in the forest as he goes. In his bed, he empties the deck into his hand again and thinks on four things.

Skill.

Acting.

Luck.

And…

21) He turns the deck’s neglected second Joker over in his fingers, the impish face seeming to hold a secret in its grin.

22) When he wakes next, he isn’t surprised to find the deck has been stolen. It doesn’t trouble him. Somehow, it even produces a tired grin on his face. It nearly matches the painted thing hidden, wild and powerful, in the pages of his journal.

#in which time is passed and you should always consider stray cards in the deck #jonathan harker #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily #poker #playing cards #joker #my writing

[sleepzsharkz]

Royal Flush.

Kaeya and Yelan.

#genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya alberich #yelan #gambling #poker #kaeya's hangout had me losing my mind #lets get our gamble freak on ;) #fanart #my art