#Casino blackjack

[deltin-royale]

How to Play Blackjack: A Beginner’s Guide

Blackjack, also known as 21, is one of the most popular and straightforward casino games. Its blend of chance and strategy makes it a favorite among both new and seasoned players. Whether you’re sitting at a casino table or playing online, understanding the basics of blackjack can help you improve your game and increase your chances of winning. Here’s a simple guide on how to play blackjack.

In blackjack, the goal is to outscore the dealer's hand without going over 21. Each card has a value: numbered cards are worth their face value, face cards (kings, queens, and jacks) are worth 10, and aces can be worth either 1 or 11, based on whatever number is more advantageous to your hand. Below are some tips and rules that will help you learn how to play blackjack :

How to Play Blackjack

1. Place Your Bet

Start by placing your bet in the designated area on the table. The dealer will then give you two cards and two cards to themselves—one face up and one face down.

2. Check Your Hand

After the initial deal, you’ll see your cards and the dealer’s face-up card. If your two cards total 21 (an ace and a 10-point card), you have a “blackjack,” and you win 1.5 times your bet unless the dealer also has a blackjack.

3. Decide Your Next Move

If you don’t have a blackjack, you’ll need to decide on your next move. Here are your options:

Hit: Ask for another card. You can keep hitting as long as you don’t go over 21.

Stand: Hold onto your hand and end the turn.

Double Down: Put in twice as much money and get just one additional card..

Split: If you have two cards of the same value, you can split them into two separate hands, each with an additional card and a new bet.

Surrender: In some casinos, you can surrender half your bet and forfeit your hand.

4. Dealer’s Turn

Once all players have finished their turns, the dealer reveals their face-down card. Until their hand totals 17 or more, the dealer must hit. All players who are still in the game win if the dealer busts, or goes above 21.

5. Winning and Payouts

If your hand is closer to 21 than the dealer’s, you win even money on your bet. If you have a blackjack and the dealer doesn’t, you win 1.5 times your bet. If the dealer has a better hand or you bust, you lose your bet. If your hand ties with the dealer’s, it’s a “push,” and you get your bet back.

Tips for Beginners

Learn Basic Strategy: Familiarize yourself with the basic strategy chart for blackjack, which outlines the best moves based on your hand and the dealer’s card.

Handle Your Bankroll: Prior to beginning play, establish a spending plan and follow it. Don’t chase losses.

Avoid Insurance Bets: The odds are generally not in your favor for insurance bets.

By following these basics, you’ll be well on your way to enjoying and succeeding at blackjack. Remember, while luck plays a role, using the right strategies can make a significant difference in your game. If you want to more explore that how to play blackjack, there are plenty of resources available online that can guide you through the rules and strategies.

[egberts]

hey the fact that peoples' entire lives have been ruined because it's legal to give all your money away inside a big building designed to make you give your money away is wild. and it's even wilder that phone apps are allowed to do that now too. from the comfort of your own home you too can experience the crippling life altering debt of a gambling addiction.

[bexdrey]

"Hello and welcome to Blackjack Drakken Casino! Care for some Roulette? Poker? ...Blackjack?" "... I'm sorry but is that an earring?" "If you must know, it completes the look! And... I may keep it after all this." "Nope, no no. Dr. D you are bound to get that thing caught on something in the lab and next thing I know you'll be whining for me to clean your bloody ear." "But Shego-" "No buts! You will be getting rid of the earring as soon as this plan of yours either fails or miraculously succeeds." ----------------------

Haha I had a funny idea. And yes, he totally fails this but he got pretty close! XD

[bloggerspam]

no but like, why did i suddenly think of this on the drive home:

The date was good.

The date was good. They did all the cliche things, because Husk thought Angel would think it was funny, if Husk took him on a date like Angel was a prim and proper lady.

They did the drive in movie, the nice dinner, the chaste little kisses and opening doors and Husk even bought a jacket just so he could give it to Angel to wear at the end of the night.

Husk had brought flowers, and Angel had squealed and blushed and delicately put them in a vase.

That vase was now knocked over on the floor, flowers scattered everywhere in a puddle, and in it's place was Angel himself leaned back and spread like a feast.

Husk was a gentleman. He doesn't know how he got here, between Angel's long long legs, over the spider and kissing like their afterlives depended on it.

He walked Angel to his door, gave his hand a kiss, fully prepared to leave floating on a cloud and proud of himself.

What he got was a wrinkled shirt from where Angel pulled him in, and a squirming Angel beneath him.

"W-wait." Husk tried to pull away, with middling success considering he dived right back in. Angel hummed.

"Wait. No, wait I--I wanted to do this right. I wanna treat you right." Husk managed to push himself off Angel, who was now lying fully on the table.

Husk stood, but Angel's legs tightened around him and fuck.

"Honey..." Angel whined, and damn did that sound nice, "this isn't black jack." In the pause of confusion that statement caused, Angel managed to wrap his hands once more in the wrinkled spots of his shirt and pull him in, but Husk braced his arms and stayed out of reach.

"What?" Angel huffed, before sitting up.

"Honey, I'm not a game of blackjack," Angel repeated himself. He cradled Husk's face, as if to impress upon him how serious it was.

"This is not hit or stay." His thumbs stroked his whiskers, and a purr almost started up. Angel pecked him on the forehead.

"This is a hit and stay, right?" Suddenly, Angel looked unsure, and fuck. Husk couldn't let that stand.

"Of course I'll stay." Angel beamed at him, shyly, and Husk was only so strong. He held Angel's hands against his face, and pushed up to kiss him gently.

Their kisses softened, like that. Got more languid, less frantic.

"Besides," Angel said, pulling back after a who knows and who cares how long. "I definitely want you to bust." Husk rolled his eyes, but smiled as Angel giggled at his own joke.

And then that light in his eyes--the lust of it, shined. Husk gulped.

Angel leaned in and whispered in his ear, "preferably in me, yeah?"

And Husk is a gentleman, okay.

And gentlemen accept it when a glove is thrown down like that.

He pounced.

[nukaposting]

waoh....... just like fallout new vegas

[murphyellents]

Jawsh's wager, Its_Jawsh fanart of the time he spend about half an hour just playing blackjack in Minecraft SDMP2.

[heartfullofleeches]

this kinda sucks and took a while :|

aw what I love it - you did spectacular, chief! ♥️ The scenery is immaculate and your oc looks so cool! Mr.Devil there too I guess ( I love the way you drew them, I just think your oc is super nice) Thanks for sharing! ♥️🎲

[highlifeboat]

When I play New Vegas but it's literally just to win caps in the fake casinos because I love video game gambling that can't effect me in real life

[smotherstories]

I sure hope I have enough for the buy-in.

[knizuu]

The uh them ^ ^!!! <333

[andr0leda]

dead money is both the fucking worst and the actual best fallout new vegas dlc

[shalomniscient]

ARCHIVIST’S RECORDS: FAFNIR [HSR], 002

cw. [NSFT][MDNI], generally mild and suggestive at best but adding the cw just to be safe

this record involves @spirit-lanterns’s incredible casino AU and @e-hibiscus’s bunny oc misha! they’re both amazing creators 100% worth checking out!

“You know, I’ve heard about you,” Fafnir hums, trailing a hand down Misha’s thigh as the bunny perches on her lap. The dragoness's touch is warm, even through the expensive leather of her gloves.

“Yeah?” she responds breathily, placing her hands on the other woman’s waist to steady herself. Fafnir’s abdomen is firm under her hands, and she actively has to tamp down the urge to pop those buttons off right here and now to see what lay beneath.

“Yeah,” Fafnir croons, the hand on her thigh coming to rest at Misha’s hip. Her grip is firm, possessive, keeping her decidedly in place on her lap—and it sends an electric thrill shooting up Misha’s spine. “I heard that you’re an odd little bunny—that you like to watch your patrons lose instead of win.”

A giggle escapes her lips at the (entirely true) accusation. “Ah, well—you got me.”

“Hm,” the dragoness hums, and something shifts in her eyes. They go from glittery gold, the kind befitting jewelry, to molten pools swirling with dangerous, devouring heat. Fafnir leans forward, close enough to whisper right into one of Misha’s ears, sharp teeth grazing the pink fluff.

“So you think I’m going to lose, little rabbit?”

Her heart thunders in her chest, and she swallows. Her veins feel alight with excitement, and her arms wander up to loop around the dragoness’s neck. Fafnir is so close now, and Misha can feel the wisps of heat emanating through that dark, sinfully well-tailored and form-fitting suit of hers.

“Maybe your luck will run out this time,” she challenges, and it pulls a low, hissing laugh from Fafnir while the dragoness's hand cards through her pretty, pink hair.

“Bold little thing, aren’t you?” Fafnir muses, pulling back to casually lean in her chair again, as if she wasn’t betting millions on the Blackjack game before her. Those golden eyes were fixed on her and her only—it shouldn’t be as fucking thrilling as it is, but Misha’s blood sings nonetheless.

“Let’s make a bet, little rabbit,” Fafnir offers, her tail curling on the floor, scales shimmering like jewels in the low light. “If and when I win, I get to have you as my reward.”

“Wow, confident. And if you lose?”

The grip on her hip tightens by a fraction, before it relaxes again. Misha has spent long enough in a casino to recognize a tell when she sees one. It seems the dragoness does not take the concept of losing easily. “If I lose, I’ll give you anything you desire that is within my reach.”

“Anything?” she asks, a devious little smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “That’s dangerous, wouldn’t you say?”

"Indeed it is," Fafnir chuckles, a low rumble deep in her throat. When she breathes out, the column of her throat emits a light, orange glow, like the color of magma. The glow pulses in tune with each beat of Fafnir's heart, slow and steady. “But you like playing with fire, don’t you?”

“Guess I do," she shrugs with a smirk that's more teeth than anything, and the adrenaline coursing through her system feels like liquid fucking fire. Who even needs to hit the bottle anymore when she's got this? Fafnir meets her intensity in equal measure, true fangs glinting as her lips peel backwards in something between a sneer and a snarl.

“So do we have a deal, little rabbit?”

The dragoness's gaze is deep, dark and vast—both a warning and an invitation. Something buried in her subconscious screams at her, a bone-deep instinct, a prey response ingrained into the molecules of her being. It tells her to run before she gets devoured.

Too bad she's never been the type to listen.

“Deal.”

It's like the atmosphere shifts, the temperature of the room turning up a notch. The other players at the table squirm nervously in their seats—some tug at their collars, while others unbutton their store-bought suits. Fafnir holds her close as she leans forward, territorial, possessive, a draconic grin nearly splitting her face in two. When she speaks, the words engulf every other player at the table like a pyroclastic flow—scorching and inescapable and damning.

"How about we have some real fun, hm?"

In the end Fafnir wins just as she had promised, and Misha has never taken a patron to the private rooms quicker.

(She'll have to do a lot of explaining for the number of bite marks along her skin on tomorrow's shift, but that's a problem for future Misha. Current Misha is much too preoccupied to care.)

Linking OC sheets here: - Misha, @/e-hibiscus's OC - Fafnir, my OC

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[evilhorse]

The Fly #06

[gingerbreadmonsters]

apologies for the inactivity all, i am still holidaying around and sunning myself on rocks like a lizard

[retrocgads]

USA 1997