MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, SILENT SALT COOKIE, IS VOICED BY MY OTHER BEAUTIFUL WIVES, OPTIMUS PRIME AND SOUNDWAVE????
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MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, SILENT SALT COOKIE, IS VOICED BY MY OTHER BEAUTIFUL WIVES, OPTIMUS PRIME AND SOUNDWAVE????
I was saying on my Twitch stream this week that I wondered what Yarnaby sounded like if they were voiced by Jeff the Shark from Marvel Rivals.
So I threw this together. Enjoy. š
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silent salt got another trailer today, and HIS VOICE WAS REVEALED.
Not only that, but there is a high possibility that Jon Bailey is his VA. Jon Bailey has voiced Soundwave, as well as other transformers characters.
As a person who fucking LOVES Soundwave AND Silent Salt, this just made my day EEEEEEEEEEE IāM SO EXCITEDD
Hardwood Floors/ A.B.
He doesnāt know Iām alive.
To say I fell in love with Anthony Bridgerton would be a drastic understatement; the mere sight of him leaves me feeling like my chest is caving in, my limbs feel weak, and if he meets my eyes (which he never does) I feel slightly faint. It doesnāt matter that I care for himāIām a scullery maid, and maids donāt marry rich men like Anthony Bridgerton. Not even if you feel like you might die if you have to live the rest of your measly life in such a low position without him.
āI hope youāre going to do something about that.ā Madame Pomphrey says, jostling my side with an elbow, and I almost slip and bust my ass on the hardwood floors Iām currently mopping.
āAbout what?ā I inquire, but my face heats up. Sheās caught me staring againāAnthony works in his study for possibly three hours or more a day, and that studyās door is cracked open with a slight view of the man himself hard at work. He doesnāt look up onceāhe doesnāt need to. If he knows Iāve mopped the same section of hallway twice now, heās doing a hell of a good job pretending not to notice. Right now heās bent over his desk writing furiously, brow furrowed, chestnut hair tumbling onto his forehead. He looks busyāhe looks devastatingly handsome.
āYou know what Iām talking about.ā Madame sniffs, her voice a meager whisper as she saunters by me, raising one perfectly groomed eyebrow. Madame Pomphrey, the head of the household only under Lady Bridgerton herself, serves not only as housekeeper, tutor, and friend of Lady Bridgerton, but she also happens to be my adoptive mother. She also happens to be actutely aware of my feelings for Anthony, and seems to be under the impression that heād somehow love me back. āYou have to actually talk to him if you want his attentions.ā My mother continues, combing bright ginger-blonde hair up into an easy up-do, which she secures with pins she procured out of nowhere.
āAnd how do you expect me to do that?ā I hiss, leaning against my mopās handle, and cast my eyes quickly towards the door. The hall is big, but not so big that he couldnāt hear what weāre saying if he listened in hard enough. āHe wonāt even look at me.ā
āI wouldnāt look at you either if I was him, what with you running around like a lovesick puppy and hiding whenever he steps into the room.ā Madame scoffs, and pauses to look at me, her vibrant green eyes scanning me with barely hidden amusement. āTalk to him for once. Heās not a rude man. Certainly loves conversation, thatās for sure. Especially from women.ā The knowing smirk on her mouth sends my heartbeat into a frenzy, and I feel my face warm at the implication.
āIām not going to...ā I pause, searching for the appropriate words. ā...ātalkā to him. Like that, I mean.ā
āIām not sure I get what youāre suggesting.ā Madame feigns confusion, but even I can see the obvious laughter shes supressing. āOnce youāre done with this hallway, move to a different one. Iām quite sure two times around is enough cleaning for one floor.ā
My face reddens and I nod, watching with a sinking stomach as she strides away, off to organize a party or yell at the maids or whatever Madame likes to do in her free time. My sigh is slow and heavyāIām suddenly tired, and all this talk of Anthony and I and other women is making me queasy. With a resigned sniff I tuck my bright hair behind my ears and set about my task, unsure of how much longer I can keep up the charade before he does notice Iāve mopped this hall twice.
āHavenāt you mopped this hall twice?ā An amused male voice calls out, and my entire body goes tense as a wire, my blood chilling to ice inside my veins. I cant move. āEliza, isnāt it? Are you alright?ā
Eliza. I think, tossing my own name around my head like a mental game of tennis. I eye the end of the hallway with a new sense of longing for the kitchensāIf I ran now, would he bother to chase me? Iād probably have to fake my own death and run away, but well, Iām sure the circus is still accepting applications or however they acceptā
āMiss,ā Anthony continues, much closer now, and I almost jump out of my skin when his hand lands on my shoulder. He retracts his arm quickly, raising both eyebrows. ādid I startle you?ā He asks, and thereās unmistakable amusement dancing in his bright, pine colored eyes. My heart does a stupid whomp, my mouth feels dry, and Iām pretty sure Iām going to pass out.
āI was justāā I begin, and swallow audibly. My cheeks feel hot. Am I sweating? āI wanted to make sure the floor was really clean. Iāmāhow do you know my name?ā I blurt, unable to save my dumb babbling when I voice aloud the question that leaps into the forefront of my thoughts.
āOf course I know your name.ā His expression is confused, and he glances around the hallway like someone might come save him from the insane girl standing before him. āWeāyouāve lived at the Bridgerton home for a while. Youāre Madame Pomphreyās daughter, yes? Eliza?ā
āYes Iām Eliza.ā I say, and as if it couldnāt get weirder, I add, āand youāre Anthony.ā My heart must be showing in my eyes, because instead of running away from me, he suddenly smiles. Itās so brilliant, so beautiful, I literally think I might make good on that fainting spell I was promised.
āItās nice to finally meet you, Eliza.ā He says, tilting his head as he looks at me, and I swear his eyes roam up and down my figure from head to toe as if actually assessing my entirety. And as if the ghost of some lady of high society has possessed me in this moment, I actually have the damned audacity to move to hold my hand out like heās going to kiss it. Immediately I drop my arm back to my side, face reddening anew.
āYou too, Anthony. My lord.ā Good god, have I been calling him by his first name this whole time?
āGood day, Miss Eliza.ā He grins, and to my combined shock and horror, reaches out to take my hand. Holding eye-contact, those dark eyes filled with what can only be mirth, he brushes his lips over my bare knuckles ever so gently before allowing me to take my hand back.
I watch as he nods his head to me, casting me one more agonizing up-down, before turning on his heel and striding away. I stare at the back at my hand, imagining that I can still feel the touch of his lips.
Good god.
No good could possibly come of this, not when Anthony Bridgerton knows I exist.
Me, the whole gameplay trailer:
This is my payback to Nostalgia Critic's Jurassic Park Franchise reviews, and a payback to an unnecessary trend that Doug started with reviewing movies still in theaters. Even though he said that he won't review monies in theaters in his "Review Must Go On" video. Boy that had gone out the window quickly, just mostly out of desperation than copyright strikers. Sure the films are based on nostalgic properties made around his time (1980s and 1990s), but the problem is that these movies are TOO NEW! If they just came out of theaters, that won't count as something nostalgic. What truly qualifies it is if it's 20 or even 100 years old! Call me butt-hurt if you will, but he did made many contradictions and mistakes in his reviews.
This is a political cartoon that basically represents my feelings on certain popular reviewers. Inspired by the Exon Shame/Ridicule pole.
I just learned 9 minutes ago Jon Bailey is voicing Jeff the Land Shark.
Also, in Tumblr tags typing in āJeffā first gets you āthe Killer.ā What a weird juxtaposition.