#gambling tw

[poorlydrawnstickmen]

Day 3

[vulgrados-best]

Where are your beautiful equine pokemon where are your beautiful equine pokemon why do you all just have white nothings that are only good for prestigious shows and races that people gamble all their fucking money

[fymo-blogs]

The mutual trend thing idk

Gamble away: @gatheringofaccounts @cornflowerblue10 @geeay @ririx446 @nixthemarshadow @skyauroka @irusanw4 @aqsvaporeon

Send to a psychiatrist: @dandytherainbowflower @luxury-nightmare @keyholderofficial @yum-zlurplie

Cannibalize: @i-b3li3ve-1n-b1ve-supr3m4cy @blobee @m34t-gr1nder-d1sc0 @certified-trinket @four-corners-dude @noorthestar

Sell fent to behind an Applebees: @luxghostlikesbananabread @sillygooberdoober @pbthesimp @z3r0th3h3r0 @acidk4t @ch3rr13zk1n @ratzos-shenaiginsandthings how2bmotorized @evilyeuc-c @erikaskblog @qu1nni3z-wr1d

Love dearly: marthedum @tuvwolf cutiepieautistic @ahandfulofm0ss @setoronini @thea-lynn @the-bite-of-87-lol

Kill without question: @the-real-gmail @flipflopitstimetostop2 @ask-sab-real @0dividedby0haha

[hurtthemgently]

A game-

Whumper is only gambling money, even when the chips stack up, it’s not much to someone so wealthy.

Whumpee is gambling time. Each chip represents days. Weeks. Months… and they’re loosing.

When the games finally over, whumpee has lost years, to be spent owned by whumper.

[fawfulydoo]

animated commission for Dr. Velveteen on toyhou.se!

[hami-gua]

Fighting the Landlord Pt. 1

This is purely based off of my experiences playing this gambling game.

Warning: Chinese is used (as usual, translation provided), shit explanation of game, maybe confusing description of cards, gambling game (they're not gambling though, just playing the game).

"Just because your hand looks great doesn't mean the game will run smoothly."

It was peaceful in the Astral Express when a figure plops themselves down onto the long velvet seat. A deck of cards is held in their hands as they beckon for the trailblazer and March to sit. Without a word, trailblazer pulls up a chair and sits in front of the figure while March stares at them confused.

            “What are we doing?” She asked.

            Trailblazer shrugged and answered, “They wanted to show us a new game.”

            “Where’s Dan Heng? Did he not want to join?”

            “Nope,” the figure said, shuffling the cards.

            March sighed and she too pulled up a chair then sat down. She stared at the deck of cards as they were being shuffled. It’s smooth. She thought.

            “So…” the Trailblazer said, breaking the shuffling sound, “Explain the rules.”

            The figure smiled, “The game usually only has three players. The order of the cards goes: 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Jack, Queen, King, Ace, 2, and the Jokers. There are small and big jokers. Usually distinguished by colors or the size of the art such as this one,” They paused as they held out two jokers. One with a bigger art and the other with smaller art with a paragraph underneath.

            “That sounds like a lot to memorize…” March deadpanned.

            ��The memorization isn’t about the deck in your hands, it’s memorizing what your opponent and teammate placed.”

            “Just what kind of game is this?” Trailblazer asked.

            “A gambling one.”

            March’s eyes widened, “A gambling –”

            The figure quickly cuts her off, “There are points in this game. Three is the max. However, sometimes we change the rules if there are more than three players. In a case where are more than three players, we will use two decks of card and the game becomes a free for all.”

            The figure pauses as they pass out the deck of cards in a counter clock wise. When there are three more cards left, the figure places them down and looks at the two.

            “Who wants to call? I don’t want it.”

            “I don’t either.”

            Trailblazer stared at the cards, contemplating on if they should claim the cards or not. The figure sweat dropped, “You don’t have to –”

            “I’ll take it all!” The Trailblazer said, cutting the figure off.

            “Okay then. March, you and I are now teams. We have to work together to take down the landlord -- who in this case is Trailblazer.”

            “What? You didn’t tell me that part!” Trailblazer whined.

            March shook her head as the figure sighed.

            “It’s too late to turn back now. A decision is a decision. Anyways. Sort your cards and tell me when you all are ready.”

            And so the three of them began sorting their cards, each cautious about accidentally showing their cards. Then, upon finishing, March and Trailblazer simultaneously said, “Done!”

            “Great! Now who has three of hearts?”

            March raised her hand.

            “Because you have three of hearts, you go first.”

            “What card do I play?”

            “Any. You can place a single or a double. If you’re really lucky, a 顺子 (shunzi), when your cards are single but it climbs up such as 3, 4, 5, 6, 7; 连对二 (lian duir) is similar to the previous one, just you have two of the same cards and it climbs up;  三代一 (san dai yi) is when you have three of the same card and you add a singular card to it; 三代一对儿 (san dai yi duir) follows the same rules as the previous one except you add two of the same card instead of a singular card; 飞机 (fei ji), is when you have three of same cards and addition to that, three of the next number; or 飞机带翅膀 (feiji dai chi bang) is basically the same as the forementioned play, but you add either singular or double as the side to act as wings for the plane. But because you are the starter for a trend, you can place a single. I recommend a small number card as you want to get rid of all your small decks. But beware, just because they are small doesn’t mean they aren’t useful. A cluster may prove useful.”

            March sighs, “This really is a lot to take in…”

            “Oops. I rambled…”

            March does as the figure suggested and placed her singular 3. After her, was Trailblazer’s turn. The figure looks towards them and says, “Now you have to up her. Place a card more than three, but only one card.”

            “Huh?”

            “It’s the rule of the game. You have to place a number higher than the previous player, but the number of cards must remain the same.”

            Trailblazer nods as they mere place down a 9. The figure smiles as they place down a queen. This prompted both March and Trailblazer to look at the card placed and back to their hand, wondering if they should play. March decides to pass and Trailblazer does too. The smile on the figure’s face grew wider as they placed cards from 3 to queen. March’s eyes almost fall from her sockets.

            “That’s… a lot…”

            “No fair! How am I supposed to win that?” Trailblazer whined.

            “It’s about luck~ Not just how smoothly your own deck runs, but also the game itself.”

            “I’ll pass.”

            “Me too.”

            The figure places double 4s. March places her double 6s while Trailblazer places their double jacks. The figure passes and so does March, leaving Trailblazer to place double 5s. The figure placed double kings and March passes. Trailblazer looks at their hand and places double aces, hoping to quell the figure.

            “Too bad,” They said as they placed a double 2.

            Trailblazer gritted their teeth and relented while the figure merely shrugs and said, “You guys would’ve lost anyway,” while putting down double jokers.

            “WHAAAAT?” March and Trailblazer both shout, “HOW?!”

The figure sank back into their seat a little, “Luck?”

            “Is that even legal?” March asked.

            “Yes. So aside from the others plays I’ve mentioned, your biggest defenses are bombs and missiles. To create a bomb, you need four of the same number. Such as like four 7s. Only two jokers can create missiles and nothing can beat that.”

            “But there’s three of us? How are we supposed to get bombs and uhh… what was it? Oh! Missiles?”

            Trailblazer and the figure shrugged, “Luck.”

Lmao the amount of shit luck I have playing this game 🥲. The funniest things are cutting my dad off when he thought he made a good move only for him to regret splitting any cards. I may not know how to play mahjong, but this game, I know like the back of my hand. I've never actually gambled with this game before. Well, except maybe pride.

Credits: poemale for the dividers

[husk-gamblinman]

"That's right mother fuckers, full house. Read 'em and weep! I'm back and luckier than fuckin' ever." And more addicted to gambling than ever. But at least, this time around he planned on putting that money into Charlie's endeavor. Or at least most of it after all he had all he practically needed already. And while he held no hope for Charlie's mission to help him, he had hope that others could benefit from it. "I hope you all had fun winnin while you could before I crawled my way outta hell to fuckin wreck it."

@hiddenstarters

[palatteflags]

Casino, Gambling, and Aventurine from Honkai Star Rail based moodboard~ ^^ For an anon!! Hope you like!!

Want one? send an ask~ -mod Jay

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Beboptober 2024 Day 3: Luck

Thanks to @bebopcrew for the prompt list! I've also put my Beboptober stories for this year on AO3 here!

This story takes place during the beginning of Session 11, "Toys in the Attic."

“And that’s fifteen games in a row I’ve won,” Faye said, accepting the book that a scowling Jet handed her and putting it among her pile of other winnings. A smile played about her lips. “I guess luck is on my side today.”

Jet narrowed his eyes. “You’re full of shit.”

“Am I?” Faye said lightly. “Or is it you who just can’t accept an unfortunate losing streak? That’s not very honorable of you, Jet.”

“I am honorable,” said Jet. “But when an honorable man makes fifteen wrong guesses at the dice game and doesn’t win once, and he loses everything he owns, he tends to want to make sure he’s on an even playing field.”

“What are you implying?” Faye gasped, knowing perfectly well what Jet was implying.

“I’m saying that maybe it’s time I rolled these dice for a change,” he said. “My way. No tricksy business, no weird throws.”

“Fine by me.” She shrugged and handed over the dice and cup. “Although I don’t see how your way is all that different from my way.”

Jet set the dice in the cup, covered the top with his hand, and gave the cup some good, vigorous shakes—making sure to look Faye directly in the eye the whole time, so she could see he wasn’t doing any weird, trick shakes that would guarantee the dice would land on a certain number, or otherwise deliberately throwing the game. He was going to go about this fair and square, unlike some people. Or so he suspected. “We’ll see who really has all the luck here.”

“And for stakes…” Faye thought for a second. What had they not already bet? It seemed like Jet had given everything but the clothes on his ba— Suddenly she had an inspiration. “Your jacket if I win, my jacket if you do.”

“Sounds fair to me.” Jet gave a short nod, then set the cup down decisively on the table, the dice securely inside. “Now, make your guess. Which is it?”

Faye looked up, trying to appear deep in thought. “Hmmm…I think I’ll go with…evens.”

“You’re sure?” Jet said. He couldn’t help but give a derisive snort. “Your luck guiding you to that?”

“Yes, Jet, the wisdom of the ancients is guiding me in a random, time-killing dice game.” She rolled her eyes and leaned back, crossing one foot over the other. It knocked against her new gold anklet. “I’m just feeling confident today. I’m doing evens.”

“Fine,” Jet said. “Let’s see what we’ve got.” He raised the cup, peered at the dice…and his face fell. “Snake eyes. Even.”

Faye cheered—just a little, mind you; she didn’t want to gain a reputation as a sore winner or anything—as Jet reluctantly shrugged off his jacket and passed it across the table.

He shook his head. “I guess you really are that lucky.”

She smiled up at him, as innocently as possible. “Care to go double or nothing? Maybe we can bet our shoes next.”

“We’re turning this into a strip game?” Jet frowned. “I don’t want to lose any more clothing.”

“Maybe you won’t have to,” she said with a grin. “Maybe this will be the turn where you end my winning streak.”

Quick as a flash, her eyes flicked down to the gold anklet around her leg—the one that could magnetically change the roll of a die if she gave it the right twitch—then back up to Jet.

But I doubt it.

[disabledstraydogs]

Not blog related at all but I wanted to share a very puntable Ango.

Ngl I forgot that Ireland is not the only place that has a 'punt' so I've been googling what you could be trying to say besides the punt.

A quick summary of what Ango could be doing:

The football punt (American foot ball kicking)

Ango punting (The act of travelling down the rivers in a specific boat, seen in many countries)

Ango punting (the act of risk money by buying or supporting something, in the hope of making more money- British slang)

The punt (the old currency of Ireland)

[appleflavoredkitkats]

thinking about the wasted potential of us never seeing that side of c!fundy that's allegedly addicted to smoking and gambling, which is a tragic mirror to c!schlatt's own downfall

[neurotypical-karen]

well how WAS gambling??

i went in there with $100 cash, stayed 2 hours, and came out with $97.42 so I think I won at gambling to tell you the truth

[vatofsulfuricacid]

SENORITA - (G)I-DLE

CHAPTER 1.

“No. Our casino doesn’t allow that, Miss.”

Tags: SONADOW, fluff, sfw, gambling au (sonic is the gambler shadow is the dealer but theyre playing blackjack so they kinda play against eachother), amy is there! Not for long tho, implied angst A/N: trade with @houdinicalvini, HE MADE ART FOR MY SHITTY SONADOW FIC WHO CHEERED!! i fully allow criticism, including MEAN criticism, under my stuff. but be specific don't just say "sucked shit" like WHY did it suck shit specifically.

“Are you serious…?” Amy tried to appear unaffected. “I can’t surrender? You gluttons won’t be fine with half my bet?”

“No.” Shadow eyed her with indifference.

Amy slammed her hands against the table, everything on the table rattling as she stormed off.

Shadow rolled his eyes before turning to Sonic, who was waiting to sit down. “She’s not normally like that. She’s… pretty good, too.” He returned his eyes to the deck before resting his chin on his hands.

“It’s alright.” Sonic sat down in the now-vacant chair, holding his briefcase on his shoulder. He then pulled his bills out and handed them to Shadow, smiling.

“I wanna buy in for 1,000.”

A look of shock fell across Shadow’s face. “Are you… an experienced gambler?”

“That’s one way to look at it!” Sonic smiled.

“I legally have to kick you out if you’re drunk.”

“I’m as sober as you are.” Sonic leaned into the table, grinning and mimicking Shadow’s pose. Shadow didn’t match the grin, looking suspicious of Sonic’s antics.

“What’s your name?” His eyes narrowed. 

“Can I buy in or not?” Sonic interrupted, crossing his arms on the table.

Shadow’s eyes narrowed in annoyance before he took the money, passing over a hefty stack of chips.  “You didn’t answer my question.” 

Sonic took the chips, still smiling as he replied. “You won’t have to know it anytime soon.”

Shadow chuckled under his breath. He leaned back in his chair, unconsciously mirroring Sonic’s position. “What’s your bet?”

“All of them.”

Shadow’s eyes widened. “All of them?”

“Yes.”

“I—Fine. It’s your money. I’ll match your bet.”

Sonic’s childish grin grew as he pushed his chips into the center of the table.

Shadow shuffled the cards, eyes still fervently locked on Sonic. “This is called a dovetail shuffle.”

To his surprise, Sonic didn’t reply, deciding rather to keep smiling as he shuffled the cards. 

“The Jokers are already gone. I removed them last round.” Shadow pushed a card towards Sonic facedown, and took himself one from the stack. He then repeated the process, giving another to Sonic and one to himself.

“Hmm… what a tough one!” Sonic proclaimed, eyes panning over Shadow’s cards. 4 of Hearts, and one facedown. Sonic, having an 8 of Spades and 9 of Hearts, had 17 points total. Sonic tapped the game table, indicating that he wanted another card. 

Shadow bit the inside of his mouth, forking over another card from the deck to Sonic. 

4 of Hearts. 21 exactly. Sonic’s grin grew as he leaned into the table again. “Alright, your turn.”

Shadow, not saying a word, flipped over his last card. 9 of hearts. 13 points total.

“You know, 13’s an unlucky number!” Sonic replied, taking the chips for himself. “You wanna play again? I love this game.”

A look flashed upon Shadow’s face.

“No. Not with you.” Shadow slammed his cards against the table, using the other hand to fix his quills.

“What, afraid you’ll lose? You seem terrified right now. It’s all in good fun.”

“Not with you.”

[bullsh1tterz]

@downs1de : : REPLIED.

i want to hear about his childhood

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 #𝟒: 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃.

Do bear in mind that any and all of what I say here is my own thoughts on what my Adam's childhood was like. The source material doesn't cover much besides the fact that he's got a brother - at least as far as I'm aware. These are scattered and randomized bullet points detailing aspects of that childhood. Not all of them relate to each other.

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR: Abandonment, child neglect, gambling && child abuse.

Adam doesn't remember much of his mother. She left when he was four, never looked back and he never saw significance in seeking her out. Still, he's managed to carry the abandonment issues she's given him into adulthood.

Plenty of his anger comes from disappointment after disappointment in his father. The man was never home. And it's not like he was some workaholic rich bitch so they'd at least be well-off, no. He was just never interested in taking care of him or his brother. He was often out drinking, betting on the horses or trying to hit on women who weren't interested in him.

Adam's childhood was, for all intents and purposes, empty. His older brother, Benjamin, was his primary care-taker, but it's not like a teenager's a good enough substitute for a parental figure. Especially one who'd have clearly rathered they be with their mother, often gushing to Adam about what she was like and telling him how the only thing their dad loves is his work. Benjamin was generally less nosy and observant than Adam, who figured out their father's constant claims to have been working late were nothing short of bogus when he got too suspicious and followed him around.

He was especially good at playing hide and seek. He knew where to hide whenever specific people were the seekers and often found it easy to track his friends down.

He was lower middle-class for the first half of his childhood and slowly devolved to the lower class the more his father splurged on nonsense.

Adam wasn't the worst at making friends, but he wasn't the best, either. He still had that tongue of his when he was younger, granted everything coming out of it was less crude at the time. He was open and honest but that very honesty cost him many a dramatically-inclined friendship. He never quite gave up on meeting new people until well into his senior year, though.

Adam wasn't great at school, but he wasn't completely terrible either. He didn't know jack about mathematics and found literature pretentious due to his teachers, but art, physical education and history were some of his favorite classes. He especially enjoyed working on projects and little "research papers" for school.

The biggest stifle - or more like the most traumatizing aspect - of Adam's childhood was his grandfather, who didn't take to Adam's more rebellious nature. Unlike his Father, Adam's grandfather was not neglectful: he was outright abusive. Whenever his father would drop him off at his place, Adam would do his best not to interact with the man or to cater to his temper. Still, old, repressed and clearly terrible-natured, Adam's grandfather would find something - anything - to be mad at him or Benjamin for and then proceed to "discipline" them. Benjamin did not get off scott-free, but, being older, he did not have to go to their grandfather's house as much as Adam would. Adam does not like talking about this for obvious reasons, and has since suppressed any and all of his feelings regarding his grandfather - as opposed to his father, whom he'll happily curse out and talk shit about if asked by someone he trusts.

Benjamin, even though taking care of Adam often in the sense that he fed him and taught him how to do most things, always kept a certain distance between him and his younger brother. Adam resembled their mother more - even used to speak a little in her cadence, so Benjamin didn't like the reminder and often felt jealous. Adam didn't understand that jealousy because all he felt towards his mother as he grew was resentment, but he often ventured to soothe Benjamin by flattering him.

[strawberista]

⚅— @phoenixfiiire asked: —⚅ ⚅— "So, I... I am afraid I do have some bad news for you." Joshua's voice was gentle but with a touch of something-- tiredness, maybe? It was clear that whatever speech he was about to give, it wasn't going to be the first time he had done it.

"You're- do you want a snack?" A candy bar is offered to the man. "You're dead. You did die. How... how do you feel?" —⚅

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

Hanekoma's jaw dropped, he look of complete shock on his face, "I'm dead? What the hell happened!?"

Beaten to a pulp.

But that's not what had killed him, no. It was something that Hanekoma was intimately familiar with at that point. He was a man that had lived almost his whole life in Shibuya, and in the years of his early adulthood he'd been on the streets getting in a new fight just about every day. Illegal gambling in shady parts of town was sure to wind you up in some tricky situations, and this particular group had been attempting to wring him dry for years at this point. This fight was nothing new to Hanekoma, who fought like a wild animal seeking its survival. Teeth and nails and cheap shots were all fair game when he was fighting. Using his head and kicking and swinging his body when he was grabbed. Even using the elements around him, crushing his attackers into the brick walls of the alleyway and slamming heads in dumpsters. He fought only with the intention of getting away, but he never pulled punches.

There had been a lull in this kind of activity for a while. The current Producer of Shibuya, Haruto Abe, had been a prime source of a lot of Hanekoma's woes without him even knowing it, whispering to his debt collectors and guiding them anonymously to Hanekoma's locations. It was a great deal of wonder, then, why Haruto had been the one to find and take Hanekoma under his wing just as he was about to die the first time. It was an incident that was hard to ignore by any angel watching the city in any capacity. Haruto had taken Hanekoma in and started getting him back on his feet. Years of lessons of various kinds, for his speech and his handwriting and his behavior. Years of teaching him to be a functioning member of society again. And all that while Haruto had been careful to keep those same debt collectors off of Hanekoma's back, now misleading and confounding them any time they tried to ambush him. At this point, Hanekoma was well on his way to starting his own business.

And yet, this day, this very day, Haruto had been nowhere to be found when those debt collectors came to ambush him. He was sitting peacefully in his cafe, ignoring the entire situation as Hanekoma wove his way through familiar alleyways and right into the hands of his enemies. All of the lessons and therapy had not taken the fight out of Hanekoma. Even after all that time, he still kicked right back into gear when three men jumped on him at once. Blood spray and bones cracked, Hanekoma had fought those men with the same ferocity as he always had. He had taken all three of those initial attackers down before the end finally came, something he could have never been prepared for.

A gun, illegal and rare, Hanekoma had never seen it coming. The fourth of his enemies rushed up behind him as he tried to catch his breath and had grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back. On any normal day, that wouldn't be a problem. Hanekoma had never been against breaking his own bones to get out of a situation. But he didn't anticipate the cold barrel shoved into the back of his head, or the sudden shot that rang out. It was something that this particular gang member would be punished for later, but at this point the bad blood against Hanekoma was personal enough that it was worth it.

Hanekoma had died instantly, completely unaware of what had even happened, still sitting rigid in his fight or flight. Where had Haruto been when a gun was drawn on him in that alley?

"I-- no-- I was doing fine," Hanekoma protested, holding up his hands as if to seek out the rot of death. "I'm fine, see?"

[moonglowmuses]

seong gi-hun was doing the best that he could. and after all that he'd endured, that was saying something. he was doing what he could to stay afloat. if he was not careful and conscious, then he might return to his gambling. instead, he was working two jobs. one of them was running his fried chicken shop. the one that he'd once named after his daughter. after ga-yeong. he missed her desperately. eventually, he was pulled from his trance, and he was facing his next customer. "oh, i, uh... hello." gi-hun bowed his head before lifting it again. "i am sorry. i must have been distracted. CAN I TAKE YOUR ORDER?"

@walstarterblog