#play poker game

[scoutingthetrooper]

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

(etsy)

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny holding a glowing jar: What is this? Clockwork: Oh, that's some human soul I won in a poker game with a few demons. Danny:A human soul? What the hell did you bet that was the same value as a human soul? Clockwork: Your hand in marriage Danny: I BEG YOU FINEST PARDON?! Clockwork: Relax, I won, didn't I? Now I have a neat soul in a jar. Danny: Who does this even belong to? Clockwork:A child. Danny: .....you're giving this back. Clockwork: What? Why? The child wasn't even using it. Danny: I'm taking the soul back. What's the child's name? Clockwork: *Sigh* Fine, ruin my fun. The boy is called Subject 514A. Danny: What kind of name is that? Clockwork: He's a clone of another human child that was experimented on and was never given a personal name. Hence, Subject 514A. His body is currently deteriorating as we speak. If he stays in his current dimension, Death will claim him. Danny: WHAT!? We got to do something! Clockwork: I can't in his current dimension. Death has jurisdiction there as Fate has set that child's life to end. Danny: .....you set this jar out to appeal to my Savior complex and help you get back at Death and Fate didn't you? Clockwork: I KNOW THOSE TWO CHEATED AT CARDS! So I figured stealing one of their little humans and moving him into a nearby dimension a few years ahead would drive them up a wall. They have no power there since the timeline is my jurisdiction! Danny: And I wouldn't let anything happen to Subject 514A, meaning that the world would accommodate the Ghost King and the child under his care. You're using me a pawn in your petty game. Clockwork: You're still going to take that boy and raise him. Danny: Yeah, because I have the body to be a perfect DILF, but that's beside the point! I mean if he's a clone would the orginal be in the new dimension? Clockwork: Yes, but Bruce Wayne would be a full-grown adult with multiple children of his own instead of a sixteen-year-old adolescent like Subject 514A. Danny: Great, a teenager in angst. why not. Clockwork watching Danny leave through a portal to grab his new son: All according to plan. Soon, Wayne will assume Danny is raising his unknown, ill son, and my ship will sail once they get to know each other. he ha he ha he ha.

[simransharmasblog]

Octro Poker: Unleash Your Winning Hand

Octro Poker invites you to step into the electrifying world of competitive poker. From calculated bets to strategic bluffs, this event promises an immersive experience where players showcase their skills, passion, and determination. Prepare to be captivated as the cards are dealt, fortunes shift, and the ultimate poker champion emerges. Whether you're a seasoned pro or a curious beginner, join us in this high-stakes journey where every hand dealt could lead to victory. Are you ready to unveil your winning hand and seize the spotlight at the Poker Game.

[thatskindarough]

Crowley sprawled out on a couch bathing under a heat lamp…an essential component of proper snake care.

This piece was a commission from the wonderful @alphacentaurinebula for their friend @fellshish ‘s amazing and hilarious fic, Empirical study on the principles of snake care for Fells’ birthday! It was a lot of fun to work on, happy birthday my friend!

[shitpostingkats]

Oh english is absolutely not his first language.

[longlostlorian]

balatro players be like

[doydoune]

it's the year of our lord 2023 and I'm only now learning about Phoenix's and Maya's baker era

pov: you're living your best life making bread and a Lego figurine bursts into your bakery and now you have to prevent a girl from being burned alive as a witch

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Here's this year's Secret Santa pic I made for a friend! Happy Holidays! 🎄🎁🃏

[shesmore-shoebill]

okay the tinkywinky/wheresmycoffee choking is hilarious, but im not seeing enough additional fanfare for this section:

Like in under, 1 minute, in quick succession:

- amanda as tinky winky says he wants to take wheresmycoffee out for a nice italian dinner and share a bottle of wine

- amanda smacks trevor up the chin, seemingly unprompted

- amanda's tinky winky moustache falls off

- angelas wheresmycoffee moustache migrates even FURTHER up, is actively threatening her eyes

- "i dont think thats a moustache i think that's an infection" "i shaved right before and felt bad about it so i put this on"

- "SOMEONE GIVE ME ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE." "YOU DONT NEED ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE."

[meep-m0rp25]

can i just say that i absolutely LOVE sam’s model in poker night 2. LIKE AAAUAGHHHH ITS AN OLDASS MODEL, SURE, BUT IT LOOKS SO WELL-DONE AND DETAILED I LOVE IT SO MUCH. plus i really like how he looks in his 25th anniversary suit.

and max is there too ig /j

[merakiui]

omg so i've been rereading book 4 and omg.. the part where mc and grim crash into the lounge and jade and floyd come to their rescue (bc azul told them) is making me so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 like i literally gasped and thought "ah prince charmings <3" biting my fist they're so gwjajdjajsjjs just knowing they'd beat someone up for you is aurjakdnajndjajejsjd i WANT THEM SO BAJEJZJA

Truly charming moray princes. orz uuwaaa I replayed that part after reading your ask and omg they were so ready to beat the life out of us for breaking in, but because we're Shrimpy and Grim we get the main character pass. (˘ ˘ ˘) and when they beat up the Scarabia students for us........ hehe they are so boyfriend/husband/prince/best morays to me. <3 AAAAAAA and the fact that Azul can absolutely hold his own in a magic fight, so all of Octavinelle can beat up troublesome people for you. orz orz orz it's too good...

It's cute to imagine visiting Mostro Lounge at midnight for snacks and having a snack party together. A sleepover at Octavinelle would be so fun!!! >:D

[nadsdraws]

God does not play dice with the universe... but Metatron does

[unnamed-atlas]

Okay so I've seen watcher rtgame headcanons before, and I've recently seen some interesting concepts for him as like a card game god based on his balatro streams. And anyways do you all remember that good omens quote about god not playing dice with the universe.

This one ^^^

Yeah.

[ravengards-rogue]

Ooo for the writing game, maybe Lae'zel and sick fic? I feel like whether it's her getting sick and vehemently denying it or trying to care for a sick s/o in her own. Unique. Way, it would be very entertaining regardless dfjlask

✧ tags : gender neutral reader, sickfic, silly.

"You dare try to bench me like a foot soldier?"

You frown at her. She's visibly upset at you, brows pinched and face more scrunched up than you thought possible. If she didn't look ready to smash you into the ground under her boot, you might think she's cute.

Well that's not fair. You do, still, think she's cute.

But that's neither here nor there. Lae'zel is sick and there's no two ways about it.

It wasn't a regular illness. When is it ever with you people? Some home brew concocted ailment from getting sliced in the Shadowlands - that even Shadowheart is having a hard time dealing with, godly healing and all. The symptoms are obvious, weakness and high body temperatures and nausea. No amount or strength or healing potions seems like it's going to cure it and drinking all kinds of antidotes hasn't been working either.

Halsin has some suspicion about it, but he'd need some herb that grows closer to the cities gate and it's a few days trip to get there, even using the shortest route. For the time being, though, it means Lae'zel is ill. It's not anything too miserable. Seems like a peskier version of a common cold and it comes and lingers much longer.

But well, Lae'zel is a warrior githyanki. You don't think she's ever been truly sick like this in her entire life. She's also very obviously miserable in trying to fight it off, forcing her way into remaining in your group and fighting alongside you when Karlach could very easily take her place.

It was fine the first few days, but you're positive that keeping her around in such a way is only making it worse. As her unofficial lover and the only she seems to pay even a little bit attention too, the responsibility fell on your shoulders to ensure that nothing too terrible happens under your care.

So you've been trying to wrangle her into her tent with minimal success. She doesn't like being told what to do and what not to do - but you find that you're unwilling to budge because you really don't care to see her sick.

You frown at her, perhaps unhelpfully. Sighing, you place a tentative hand on her forehead and try to ease her back against the soft mess of blankets underneath her. You think she growls at you, or something along those lines. Something biting and cautious leaving her mouth.

You can tell she's exhausted because pushing her back down when she inevitably tries to get back up is half as hard as it should be.

"Lae'zel," You say gently, trying to keep her from biting your hand off "Please? Just... rest for a little while."

You play up the desperation in hopes it sticks. She at least seems softened by it. In some way. You purse your lips trying to figure out how else to convince, her nose still turned up at you. Something alights in your brain/

"Y-you know Lae'zel, when one warrior falls injured it's not a sign of weakness but proof of strength," You stumble, trying to sound as convincing as you can. "And it uhm, gives other members of the ranks to prove themselves. So it's not...weak for you to rest. Just gives everyone else a chance to catch up,"

You try not to cringe at the sound of your own voice, awkward and stilted. It's a little ridiculous isn't it? But well - while Lae'zel is a lot of things, she cares about the pack as a whole. Her words, not yours. Teamwork hopefully speaks to her enough to get her to listen.

She turns her head to look at you slightly, lips upturned as she huffs what sounds like a laugh. Definitely laughing at you. You flush, preparing to give up.

Her hands reach up for your face, think fingers cradling your cheek as she brings you down to her level to kiss you.

Her mouth is warm and the kiss unusually tender. You chalk it up to sickness because you can't fathom any other reason she'd do it.

"Your useless muttering reeks of the wizards influence," She says, and it sounds affectionate. To your ears at least. Maybe you're imagining it. "I shall rest, lest you bite your tongue on your own foolishness."

"Thank you, Lae'zel,"

"Keep watch," She mumbles back, eyes starting to close. And, maybe this time you're really imagining it - but it sounds like she's asking you to stay.

[gladiatorcunt]

the “high stakes” card game you beg dealer!coryo to let you in on: