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amethystmpress · 2 years ago
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the black bastard & the stormborn (daredevil and elektra au) ✩
you desperately want to belong somewhere, with someone, which is the real reason why you sneak into fancy parties... you know what your problem is? you're pretty, you even work the blind thing, but you're dumb.
is it good? this uh... life as a queen. it's fantastic. but i would trade it all in for a lifetime of smelling your skin.
there is always this glorious darkness inside of you, the blood of the dragon and the wolf. that's why i took you to petyr baelish, and yes it's why i loved you, that's why you loved me too. don't deny what we have.
i want to know how you found me. i know who you are because lord bloodraven trains me in his visions. i saw you beat down the bolton bastard. i wear a mask. well, you can't mask that ass. i'd know it anywhere.
so, what if... from now on... if we make it... wherever you run, i run with you? you're not serious. i've never been more serious. this... dany, this is a part of me that i need. and you're the only one who gets it. without this, i'm not alive. i'm not. not really. i don't know what we are together, and if we have any chance in the future... but i do know that i'm free with you. like with no one else.
HAPPY NEW YEARS (BIRTHDAY) SOFI ♥
#daenerys targaryen#jon snow#jonerys#matt x elektra#daredevil#okay so here is the au 🫴#maester aemon adopts dany from essos after her family dies to make a home with her at the wall#the proximity to bloodraven (stick) allows him to communicate and train her for the war for the dawn#he tasks her with recruiting the one remaining targaryen in westeros and she falls in love with him while pursuing and seducing him#jump to jonny#who was blinded in an accident while saving robb when he was younger#which caused his greenseeing and warg senses to be heightened#after the death of his father catelyn sends him to the wall where he too is connected with bloodraven#dany and jon become friends at the wall#dany as aemon's steward has authority to get up to stuff and be cute at the wall#which includes roping her nephew into shenanigans sometimes shirtless#even though he is a baby nights watch recruit#the roscoe sweeny incident in this case is petyr baelish bc he was responsible for ned's death duh#but you have to suspend your disbelief for a second bc lbr#jon would have no problems killing baelish pre- or post-resurrection#dany disappears from the wall while jon proceeds with his acok timeline#during which time he adopts the vigilante identity 'the black bastard'#to search for his uncle and fight wildling rayders and keep his own men in line during the night and practice warging ghost#ik so far it seems like i've attributed matt to jon and elektra to dany entirely but realistically they're a mesh of both characters#don't think this au is as simple as 'dany dark targaryen seducing jonorable jon stark' no that is boring#aka it's jon who is the black sky (black bastard hello) who will die and be resurrected#HE is the one who will curl up in dany's bed as he regains memory of her#'the stormborn' is supposed to be a play on the electric part of elektra 😭#i love you sofi <3#my gifs
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lonelyslutavatar · 10 months ago
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IT guy
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sentientsky · 9 months ago
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so this was how tmagp 7 went, right?
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racooninurtrash · 10 months ago
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me: thinking i was so cool and normal about tma and the tmagp release because i only listened to it a few hours after launch
also me as soon as i heard jonny sims utter the words “rusty quill presents… the magnus protocol”:
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radiokbox · 29 days ago
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REAL PHOTOS OF ME (and my sibling) AHEAD!!!
btw these will be the pictures about me with (partially) my face to be shown publicly, unless I go with a cosplay that covers my face again, I won't be posting them at ALL, also NO SIMPING ON ME OR MY SIBLING'S COSPLAY, I am not comfortable about it :<
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Halloween costume photo dump :P (Featuring @fl3zhcomputerr, My sibling)
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shinythingsarecool · 6 months ago
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I hate tmagp for reminding me of Mr. Blobby.
Before he was a distant almost forgotten memory, a faint ghost in the back of my mind and now he haunts my dreams (and so does mr. bonzo but i actually don't want to talk about that because that funky creature fully terrifys me)
(/hj)
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blacktabbygames · 2 years ago
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sound on
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allthishumanityforfree · 4 months ago
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Andrew mention by Jonathan Bailey!
https://evanrosskatz.substack.com/p/richard-second-jonathan-bailey-nicholas-hytner
"And Andrew Scott had a good time at Glastonbury is what I’ll say."
What?! Jonathan wasn't even there, did Andrew wear his shirt there? At the gay club maybe? Was Paul involved? I need to know, Jonny is such a tease omg
It's old news but can we go back to this:
I have quite a few people. First of all, Jamie Dornan. I would love to see him in it. Paul Mescal, for obvious reasons. And the fans are waiting for Matt Bomer!
Don’t you worry. They’ll be satiated! They’ll be quenched.
And Andrew Scott had a good time at Glastonbury is what I’ll say. [Laughs]
He was asked about Paul wearing a charity shirt, he smartly avoided that subject and started talking about Andrew at Glasto (two subjects not mentioned).
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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 10 days ago
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THROWBACK TO THE DEVILS OF D-DAY FOR YOUR UNHOLY "THRASHBACK THURSDAY."
PIC INFO: Spotlight on a limited edition METALLICA poster design for the Jonny Z and Marshall Zazula tribute show at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino, Hollywood, Florida, USA, on November 6, 2022. Hand numbered by the artist Tony Squindo,
PIC #2: Inspired by the art of "The Devils of D-Day" by British illustrator, Les Edwards. Artwork by Tony Squindo.
Sources: https://kr.pinterest.com/pin/afiches--312789136637154291 & eBay.
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sapphia · 1 year ago
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i don’t think this is acknowledged anywhere, but i have a huge suspicion that the reason why we don’t see more classic-era HP movies/shows/etc is because large chunks of the original cast have and still refuse to work with JKR and make her money.
seriously. putting together a modern harry potter cinematic universe production would be impossible because most of the child actors have come out against jkr and many more adults are/were obviously actively involved in progressive causes and were likely to be anti terf. i genuinely believe this is why future productions are either recasting or set so far in the past or future there’s no overlap. the franchise is trying furiously to capitalise on everything it can but isn’t touching its most famous stuff. why? because they can’t.
that’s why we’re getting a recast tv series. and that’s why the fantastic beasts movies were bogged down with so much controversy (and set in america, i would gamble) — because between the wide array of british actors already used and the rest of the industry who wouldn’t really want to work on the series, they had a much smaller and worse pool of talent to pick from. hence why you get stuff like the johnny depp saga, even though jkr was famously strict on and involved in casting for the original movies.
no one good wants to fucking work with her
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maxgicalgirl · 1 year ago
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JONNY SIMS IN THE SILT VERSES JUMPSCARE !!!!!
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izzy-b-hands · 10 months ago
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Turns out the glory hole music vibe is actually film scores
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ededdneddy-artrefs · 10 months ago
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7s3ven · 11 days ago
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Police au! TF 141 x lawyer! Reader would be too funny.
It was probably Simon who got sued and you got called in as his lawyer.
“You’re lucky you got the L/N girl. Family runs a company. Had her for one of my cases and she got the job over and done with in thirty minutes. Damn brilliant if ya ask me.” Captain Price says, patting Simon on the shoulder.
Sergeant! Simon was a tough man who proudly piled up the charges people sued him for because he won every case without a lawyer. Until this one. This case was a lost cause without a lawyer.
“What do ya’ll think she’s gon’ look like?” Jonny asked, tapping his polished boot on the tiled floor.
Kyle laughed, “Why yer askin’ that? You think you’re gonna score a date?”
“Lawyer chicks are hot.” Jonny shrugged, “And I read ‘er file. Graduated top of her class. Smart lass.”
A firm knock on the door interrupted the conversation. It creaked open, revealing Simon’s lawyer. “So, heard you crashed into a group of nuns, jumped a fence, landed on a dog… then jumped another fence and landed in some cactus?” You laughed. “And now the nuns, the owner of the dog, and the owner of the cactus are suing you. Doesn’t sound like a good day for you.”
“Ay, you got a pretty one, Serg!”
You smiled, placing your briefcase on the table. “So, tell me about the cactus. Did you look like a hedgehog after?”
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adam-apple-murray · 2 years ago
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- distant steps are heard as Jonny teleported. -
Oh,is he coming?
! OFSHMNIEGSKS-... *inhale* he is
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occamstfs · 1 month ago
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Slice of Italy
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After an accident outside a local Italian restaurant, Jonathan finds himself itching to hop in the kitchen himself.
Bear TF with all that implies! In other news I think I'm going to go down to one story a week, been spending a little too much energy here. May open commissions if there is an interest there? Who knows! At any rate, enjoy this story! -Occam
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It wasn’t even Jonathan’s fault the statue was broken. His clearly too drunk friends were jacking around and not listening to his voice of reason. The poor DD was just standing closest when it was inevitably knocked over and shattered. If he had followed their lead and fled, it’s likely they’d all be off scot-free, but his need to atone for his friend’s actions in whatever paltry way he could led him to start gathering the scattered pieces.
Hearing the shattering plaster, the hostess runs outside with a gasp as she takes in the scene. She stares in shock at Jonathan before retreating inside to surely grab someone more important. Jonathan is again left with the all too desirable option of flight, staring at pieces of the stereotypical Italian chef he sighs and keeps to his principles, slowly picking up pieces.
Really he did them a favor, he’s always hated the thing. Creepy little thing. He’s been coming here all his life and it’s always seemed like the eyes have followed him. Seeing them lifeless and cracked on the ground doesn’t make them any less eerie though. Nor does the disembodied plaster smirk lying askew to their side. Before he can shudder Jonathan jumps as the door to the restaurant slams open and out comes a burly manager, “Ah c’mon kid, now why’d ya go and do that?” 
Jonathan drops the shards of the statue he still held in shock as he stammers to explain that really he’s not at fault. Never especially good at doing anything but ceding ground to authority figures he immediately folds, “I well, um it wasn’t really my fault um. It was, uh- I’ll do whatever I can to make this right. I-” Looking in the young man���s eyes the manager sighs and waves him off, “No no kid don’t you- Accident’s happen. Hmph Cavallo loved that statue though hah!” There’s a sadness in his eyes as he looks at the shattered man once more before returning his gaze to Johnathan with a squint.
“You’re the youngest Clark boy eh?” Correct, though now well an adult, there remains a tinge of irritation any time it’s brought up that he will always be the youngest, the smallest, no matter how long time treks onward. Still, not the time, “Yes sir.” The manager scratches the back of his head and motions the younger man inside, “Why don’t you come in, I’ll have one of my hosts sweep up the mess later.” Jonathan furrows his brow as he’s ushered inside, any attempts he makes at offering his hand to do the dirty work are met with hems and haws from the manager as he is instead led into an office in the back of house.
“You just sit here Jonny and I’ll uh- Hm?” He pauses and looks at Jonathan, no, past Jonathan. As if he’s staring through the young man and seeing something beyond. Something different. Seconds pass and a pit grows in Jonathan’s stomach as the manager twitches soundlessly, wanting the moment to pass he calls out to the man, “Romeo? You alright?” 
Focus returns to the manager’s eyes and he laughs, “Hah! Of course, sorry about that sir! You just let me know if you need anything Mr. Clark.” With that he does a nod and closes the door behind himself, there’s the click of a lock but Jonathan doesn’t notice as he instead hones in on the fact that he just called the manager by his name.
He racks his mind to remember if he introduced himself, the manager did recognize him after all? Perhaps they’ve met before. He chews on the idea and tries to ignore the feeling of pulling the man’s name from some place in his mind he doesn’t have access to. Maybe he was wearing a name tag. Of course, with a sigh of relief tension fades from his chest before he even realizes how tight it had become from anxiety. He has all employees wear name tags after all, helps the customers feel at home.
After a second of rest he is struck with the implications of that flitting thought. He what!? Tightness in his chest returns with a furor as memories or meetings with teams of people he doesn’t recognize flash through his mind. Planning a culture, running shifts, designing a restaurant. Clutching at his chest with one hand and his head with the other Jonathan worries he’s losing it and goes to sit down. Reflexively opting for the cushy desk chair behind the desk rather than either of the two by the door. “God it was just a tacky statue, why am I having an episode about this!?” 
Sitting in the boss’ chair Jonathan finds himself growing unreasonably warm. Sweat drips from his brow as he tries to bring to mind strategies one would use to soothe a panic attack. Looking for something solid in the room to focus on Jonathan sees a photo of the owner standing next to the gaudy statue. Grimacing, through grinding teeth he grunts out a “not helpful.” Even less helpful is the ensuing migraine, as it pangs he blinks concertedly and upon reopening his eyes he finds the image has shifted to one of himself standing next to the statue, a too large smile plastered on his face just like that of the god-awful statue. Somewhere repressed within him the phrase ‘happiest day of my life’ pings, though his conscious mind resounds with an image of his college graduation.
Clearly unable to find peace in this room he fights against his perpetually pliant instincts and stands to leave despite Romeo’s request. Now standing, he realizes something bizarre has seemingly begun to happen to his body. It’s like he’s bloated? Looking down he sees buttons on his shirt suddenly straining. His indisputably slim waist has begun to expand. The sensation of being starved and sated paradoxically rise at once within Gionathan as he feels the sudden urge, an otherworldly need to burp. He chokes it down at first but as his waist continues to strain, now revealing skin in between buttons as his chest too begins to bulge he is unable to stop the rising gas.
Polite young man he is, even as it erupts he tries to at least quiet his burp, which only causes it to burst with more force. Louder than those performative burps that blare from his less than couth cohort, his face burns with embarrassment despite being alone in the room. His body doesn’t stop at one either, he belches uncontrollably as body inches larger with each release. Quickly bursting buttons off the front of his shirt and freeing a torso that, alongside growing a healthy layer of weight, has begun to itch.
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His blonde treasure trail has slowly begun to thicken as his fingers furiously scratch into his new weightier gut. Not noticing the definitive muscle hiding beneath he instead balks as he feels his light body hair spread out and upwards. Sticky sweat still covering his form as the heat has not abated in the slightest he looks down to observe the unfamiliar curves sticking out from his chest as his few nearly invisible chest hairs begin to thicken in the center of his chest, meeting the still rising furry patch on his stomach. 
The movement of his arms bring a new change to his mind as they too have not been spared from these must be imagined changes. New biceps breach the open air as they bulge large enough to tear the sleeves into tatters, not obscene but simply too large to be restrained by his usually loose fitting button-up. Gionathan has never been especially proud of his figure, but looking down and seeing something more akin to the countless forms of men he’s masturbated to throughout the years brings a new, less terryfying emotion to whatever this nightmare is.
Gionathan feels butterflies in his chest as he clutches at definitive pecs that now lie on top of it. He bites his lip as the idea that there’s now something you can grab there shoots a wave of static into his mind. Knees almost giving way as he takes time to explore his changes, Gionathan returns to sit in his chair and feel himself up. As he continues to chew on his lip to avoid moaning, his eyes remain shut to allow his imagination to flourish. 
This leaves him unaware of the tan that has begun to tint his changing body. Having not been exposed to sunlight in well over a decade, pasty is almost too generous a word to describe his pale torso. And yet, as his thickening hands trail across his meatier waist and play with a chest still growing weightier, his skin darkens to one naturally sun-kissed. 
Wider palms smearing sweat across an expanding torso, his mind begins to drift. Playing with chest hair as it grows thicker his fingertips almost accidentally come across nipples that have grown extensively as his pecs begins to bulge larger. Beginning to play with them his changes begin to accelerate. His mouth scrunches up as itches begin to burn across his face. Stubble that has been kept off his face from a once-a-week shave rapidly rears its head before it thickens en masse. Sideburns shove themselves wider to cover the whole of his cheeks before expanding under his chin as each follicle surges larger and darkens.
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Green eyes flicker brown as Gionovan’s suddenly dark stubble quickly leaks upward, staining his pert blonde coif dirty, then brown, before finally turning as black as the curls that have begun to overtake his chest. Each strand changes as his hands continue to dance and delight in his bulkier body. His mouth scrunches as a mustache he’s never dreamed of growing begins to bulge out of his upper lip. Thicker than the hair on his head as memories of his hairline retreating over the years begin to assert themselves into his memory. Coffee dark eyes twitch while remaining closed, his hands trail up to his neck and come across scratchy stubble as he realizes that something is happening beyond skin deep changes. 
Pausing his reverie, the young man no longer’s eyes open to see a name plate on his desk, Gionovan Clarvallo. “No, tha’s not-” He clutches at his throat as his voice rumbles deeper. Gionovan stands with a start and the sound of the seat of his pants tearing open resounds in the room. He groans and leans on the table as thighs grow wide and his ass expands into quite a powerful cushion. Clenching his stubble hidden jaw he can barely even realize that he lost something when he languished in his changing form. The label young man doesn’t quite apply anymore as smile crinkles crack around his eyes. His mind races once more to find things to hold onto.
He’s Gionovan Clarvallo. He’s lived in this town for most of his life, or no he lived in the city for a while didn’t he? The man groans as two lifetimes crash into each other like a fusion reaction. His studies evaporate to be replaced by prodigious years at culinary school. His gap year fades as recollections of traveling New York City to find hidden gems and expand his palette grow increasingly vivid, and unknowingly vital to who he is. Once more Gionovan feels a rising need to burp. Hand curling into a fist he covers his mouth and he sees dark curls bathe down his fore arm.
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The forest of hair that had only just begun to decorate his chest and stomach rapidly begins to thicken to cover every inch of his form as he struggles once more against pressure rising up his throat. Gionovan launches into a fit of belching once more. With each release his body changes further, jungle of chest hair spreading further, expanding and thickening, growing dark enough to completely hide tanned skin beneath it. His whole body grows wider, taller, heavier. Sweat trails down the side of his torso as his wildly increasing haven of pit hair drips with his new heady musk. Pants burst to shreds as his thighs grow to a size that can scarcely be covered while newly hairy shoulders grow bulkier to match his thickening neck and the weighty arms they are charged to maneuver. 
Clutching at his stomach as it expands and grows fluffier with both darkening hair and comfortable weight, Gionovan realizes something. He tastes food more delicious than he’s ever experienced before dancing across his tongue. Flavors unfathomable and unfamiliar make their home in his mouth as his body continues to morph with every heaving release. Pesto sears his sinuses as the waistband of his underwear begins to struggle against his expanding ass and the suddenly monolithic testament to his masculinity bulging in his crotch. Airy gelato cleanses his palate as his stomach begins to hang over said waistband as his legs grow thick enough to send tears in the elastic and curls grow thick enough across them to be a pelt. The aftertaste of rich creamy fresh tomato pasta overwrites more and more of who he once was as memories of his time in the kitchen and traveling the world for new tastes chips away at whatever edges of Jonathan that remain.
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As he sits in the office, his office, rubbing at a torso that is rapidly becoming a hairy musclegut, he scratches at his thickening beard as a strange instinct rises as the aftertastes, or memories rather, continue to ephemerally rise. He could cook better than that. It’s why he opened his restaurant after all. To offer nothing but the best to this little town. To help ensure that every inch of the world has to experience the heavenly flavors he’s been so fortunate to enjoy. It’s why he opened his Slice of Italy. Standing with a grunt, there’s a knock on the office door and he realizes that he is almost completely nude. With a gasp, Giovanni clears his throat and calls out, “One minute Romeo!” 
He goes to a cabinet in the corner and pulls out a change of clothes, well-suited to his massive form. He’s learned that a man of his size, and passion, should always keep an outfit on standby, after all it’s impossible to predict what any odd day will hold. Quickly struggling into the clothes he figures it’s about time to go up a size as gets the snug clothes on. Smiling at a picture of himself with the statue out front, Giovanni Cavallo goes to unlock his office door and greet his manager. Romeo smirks knowingly at the restaurant’s owner and executive chef before directing the massive man’s attention to a couple of younger men standing uncomfortably near the entrance.
“Evening Hon. Those two over there are the ones that uh, broke the display.” Giovanni puts his meaty hand on Romeo’s shoulder and with a wink rumbles out, “Thanks Rome. Know I can always count on you.” Matching silver bands appear on the fingers of both men and Romeo rolls his eyes before heading off to manage the front of house before the dinner rush is to begin. Giovanni then turns his attention to the hellions awaiting his reprimanding. Sizing them up he imagines what retribution they are to undergo. They could just pay for damages but where’s the fun in that. After all he was always quite fond of that little guy, almost a spitting image of himself he thinks with a smirk, not nearly as hot though. Flexing involuntarily he meets the pair and they immediately squeal.
The pair toss each other under the bus before Giovanni even has a chance to open his mouth and the massive chef scowls. No, these two need to be taught a lesson. At the clearing of his throat the bickering rats are struck mute and stare up at the owner. The kitchen could use a couple new junior chefs. Imagining the two men before him shaping up to fine young professionals under his tutelage, he has no recourse but to offer they work off the damages, “You boys any good in the kitchen?” Shiftily looking at each other the idea seems easy enough and in no time at all Romeo’s tossed them aprons and they’re in the back of house working up a sweat.
They find themselves more at home prepping vegetables and decorating dishes than they do in their actual homes. Quickly do they become acclimated enough to the kitchen that doing anything else is anathema to them. Their light hair rapidly shades darker and their outfits adapt to become suitable to the jobs they enjoy so much. The pair of once ruffians shift and stretch as their physiques become impressive as Giovanni’s was way back when he was their age. Wandering about his restaurant, the executive greets guests and compliments his staff, driving them to strive even harder to make him proud. 
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When he gets to his two newest hires, Alessio and Angelo, Giovanni watches them sprout taller as beards race to thicken and hide their shy smirks from his praise. Patting them on the back both men struggle to focus on their tasks at hand as his attention brings them more satisfaction than they could imagine. Commenting on their impressive figures he offers to show them the ropes at the gym in their free time and the junior chefs make eye contact as their biceps bulge larger. Giovanni laughs heartily, bringing a smile to everyone within earshot as they continue to craft the perfect slice of Italy in this small town. “You boys remind me of when I was younger heh, Keep up the good work!”
With that Giovanni goes to stand sentinel at the entrance and welcome guests in. In lieu of his little standee someone’s gotta be the first smiling face that guests see, and given how smooth nights at Giovanni’s Slice of Italy always are, his presence is superfluous. He’s just happy to be here and every day the titan strives to make sure that every guest and employee is as well.
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