Black and grey tattoo on a forearm showing playing card suits and dice above a scroll banner with script lettering, with flames behind and touches of red.

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Playing cards and dice with flames on a forearm

Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo shows three playing card suits, two spades and a diamond, with a heart at the right edge, set in front of flames, with two dice showing pips below. A scroll banner beneath carries the script words "Thug life". The linework is bold and the shading is mainly black and grey, with red used in the flames, diamond and heart.

Forearm Playing card Spade Diamond Heart Dice Flame Banner Script text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The old lord of Ravensholm lost his hall on a midsummer night, and the fire that took the roof never quite left the ivy. Folk in the valley still say so. Shepherds cross the moor the long way rather than pass the broken gatehouse when the bracken catches the last of the light.

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Jack Corrie climbed that road with a pocketful of his mother's silver and nothing else. In the Great Hall, where the rafters were open to the sky, a thin man sat at a table of cracked slate with a deck of painted cards and two bone dice. He said the lord's debt could be taken up by anyone bold enough to carry it. Jack laughed and sat down. He had never lost a game in the Blue Bell, and he meant to win back the lord's name for the village.

They played until the stars moved past the broken arch. Every hand the thin man turned up a spade, a diamond or a heart, and each time Jack's dice showed sixes that would not stay still. Near dawn Jack had the stranger's whole stake in front of him, but the dice began to smoke and the cards curled at their corners like paper held near a hearth. In the polished slate he saw his own face, older and grinning, with a fire behind it.

He pushed the silver across and stood up. The thin man said nothing, only tilted the last card toward the grey light. Jack walked down the road without looking back, and the dice stayed in a crack of the table where he had left them. Some say the burned lord still sits there, rolling sixes for whoever comes next. Jack went home to the valley, kept his winnings in a biscuit tin, and never once played for money again.