#trolls trance

[disastrousduckss]

Also drew @zivazivc 's oc Hed with one of my own. SNSNSNSN may have went a little crazy with the colors

Oc's name is Trance and I still need to make him a full ref😭😭😭

[rocksibblingsau]

Fuck it their names are Trance and Bit Wave

[salty-rey]

Screw it. Here; have some Troll oc lore!

I thought of Wisp for their name because of their wavy hair. But it can also mean about someone's baby hair.

So, I came up with that Wisp can't grow out their hair out like the others.

Then I thought of someone sad.

That they couldn't save their sibling because their hair couldn't stretch out far enough, and their sibling got eaten by the Bergens.

Thus, the name changed when they went to live with the Techno Trolls.

[jade-green-butterfly]

What personalities do Tempo and Trance have? Do they have any hobbies? 😁

Ooh, they're just like their dads :3 They are both well-behaved, and Tempo is calm like Kanye and Trance is energetic like Synth ^.^ They love practice raves with Dad and learn a few hypnosis tricks with their Papa😁

[king-trollex-fangirl]

Gift for @jade-green-butterfly and @x-elyssa-x

Tempo and Trance as eggs! 🤗🤗🤗🤗 I thought about making twins as eggs since I saw them as guppies! 😍😍😍😍

Tempo and Trance belongs to @jade-green-butterfly and @x-elyssa-x

Bonus art 🤗

Synth pregnant with the twins!!! 😍😍😍😍😍🤗🤗🤗🤗😊😊😊😊

[yazzdonut]

i mean

can i just post a cringe homestuck drawing I just made that looks exactly like fanart from 2012 i need to get over it

[tezzbot]

Thinking and stinkin about the techno chapter of On The Road... (Working names for these two techno trolls are Trance and Anemone/Annie :P)

[zivazivc]

So in the second movie we see poppy and branch get, basically drugged by smooth jazz. Do you think different kinds of music can be like drugs to trolls who aren't off that genre? I'm just thinking about floyd & his ex band mates just getting high after putting on a funky record

I can't explain to you how much i love this ask, Sapphire! Like it made me obsessed sljhfdjd I was focusing so much on that ringpop pacifier from the third movie and thinking of other troll drugs I could come up with (like sour worms lol) that I completely forgot about smooth jazz!!

Eventually Floyd got up like in a trance, started dancing hippie-style, tripped over his own feet, and never got up

Floyd is still 14 here and they are all morons. Also I think Floyd would in general be much more affected by this genre because he doesn't have any Rock Troll blood like the rest of them. Slowly they will learn through morally dubious trial and error... Pray for them.

the records Flea borrowed:

[fernistired]

Trollex and his little brother Trance (my oc) in trolls artstyle... or kinda

[fernistired]

THAT'S MY BABY BOYYYYYY 🥺💚💚💚

I'll be honest techno trolls do be a struggle for me

But I've been really wanting to draw some

Here's Prince Trance, an oc that's King Trollex's brother

He belongs to @fernistired

[meraki-sunset]

having a hard time explaining grimdark and trickster to a friend

think you can help?

they get godtier just fine but the other two keep confusing them because right now they think

grimdark = chaos in anarchy sense, but trickster = chaos in haha funny meme sense

Sure, let me see…

GRIMDARK mode is described by Doc scratch as “going completely off the deep end in every way”.

It turns your skin an unnatural dark gray, and in rose’s case to be surrounded by a dark aura, while jade had a spacey green aura.

It’s basically a black magic power up deeply connected to the horroterrors, a state of mind that comes from letting them influence a broken mind. For Rose, it was the death of her mother, and then trying to reveal the horror terror’s secrets. For Jade, she was heartbroken, but also she got mind controlled into entering the grimdark state by the condesce, who is also connected to the horrorterrors.

As an extra, Hussie described Eridan as also going into grimdark when he began murdering people, tho his case must’ve been more symbolical, as he presented the perfect scenario to become grimdark, the complete loss of hope, waiting for Jack to kill them all (due to his title being prince of hope, ergo Destroyer of hope) added to Feferi breaking their moiraliance talking with Sollux, being the detonator for his broken mind, and him being a Derse player, so his dream self was around the horroterrors and had interacted with them prior, he was also interested in magic like rose, had a wand just like her and sought for answers about, like her. He just lacked the connection to the horroterrors in that crucial moment.

So Grimdark is basically when the horroterrors cause the player's most primal and violent tendencies to be pushed to the forefront

The grimdark is also described a “the fabled blackdeath trance of the woegothics”. So a dark trance that people like Rose and Eridan are inclined to fall victim of (in my opinion)

TRICKSTER mode, in the other hand, is described by Calliope as something that brings out your full potential, that brings all your walls down and puts all your inner thoughts in the outside and all your creative power in your hands. It strips you from all social and mental barrier.

It gives you reality altering Powers, allowing you to jump from place to place, probably dimension hopping, manifest objects and makes you super happy and candy colored to the point of losing grip in reality

The problem is that cherubs are very different from humans. For a cherub, who is supposed to fly around in the endless space protecting/destroying a certain part of the void, and its inhabited planets, feeding of black holes, fighting entities to death to ultimately mate in the shape of a big ass snake, a juju that’s basically drugs that can make you forget every wall you built up floating around space alone, and move forward as a happy missile ready to find a mate sounds good. But humans are social creatures, and cherubs are not. Cherubs don’t answer to anyone and don’t have Friends, they don’t need to follow any social cues. Humans built their relationships carefully, and they have secrets and barriers to protect themselves and others. They hide things like crushes and resentment and problems, because well, for the sake of peace, for the sake of not braking every relationship they have. That’s something that Calliope and Caliborn never fully grasped and understood why the kids came to hate the juju when they woke up

So that’s all I could gather. Essentially they are different kinds of power ups, opposite to one another at their core, BUT in both the person isn’t fully there and is being guided by primal instincts, be it rage/sadness or Hope/happiness and they both have consequences in the user because neither is supposed to be used on humans or even trolls.

[kittyball23]

Intrusion (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Poppy and Branch are out, seeking peace, quiet, and each other. Though, with four not-so-discreet snoopers around, that may not be so much of a possibility

A/N: Welcome to the next oneshot collection I've planned for TBT, "Brodacious!" (Also found on AO3, Wattpad, and Fanfiction.net under the same name) Can't wait to write for the Main 7, but of course, going to kick things off with a little Broppy ;) Think of this first one as a new edition (haha) of my oneshot from Trolls 3.0 "Setting the Mood" (ch 11) Rated G!

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Being a queen was a lot of work.

Branch knew this about Poppy, even before she had officially placed the crown on her head and received the title. Seeing King Peppy run Pop village, and then Poppy succeeding him, he could tell that the duties eventually took their toll on the two Trolls.

But, in turn, that’s what made quiet moments more appreciated. The times where she’d have a break to share alongside Branch for just the two of them to do as they pleased were always cherished, even if it was something simple like staying in his bunker, cuddled on the couch,eating cupcakes and other sweets while whispering silly but sweet things to one another. Or whether it was something a little more planned, like the picnic date he’d taken her out for that evening.

Twilight had fallen, and the sky was painted a beautiful gradient shade of orange and purple. Stars began to dot the sky, and the glow bugs began to flutter out, adding beauty to the scene around them. Though to Branch, nothing was more beautiful than the sight of the pretty pink-haired Troll that he was proud to call his girlfriend, even if she had a little bit of frosting stuck to her cheek from the cupcake she was eating. But it was not to worry. That’s why she had him. He was her partner, the metaphorical king to her queen, and the cupcake-frosting-wiper to her cupcake-frosting-mess.

He chuckled, scooting a little closer and setting his own cupcake down on the picnic blanket so that he could reach up and dab at her cheek with a napkin. She giggled in spite of herself and not being more cautious to not make such a mess eating, and then looked up gratefully into his deep, blue eyes. Branch felt himself entranced by her fuchsia gaze as well, and his hand lingered on her cheek, using his thumb to caress the skin where her cute freckles were. The moment was so perfect – why, it even sounded like there was sweet music going off in his head just from looking at her so.

But… maybe it wasn’t just in his head. Poppy blinked, coming out of her trance, and perked an ear. Branch did too, glancing around but not seeing anyone around just yet. Then he heard the voices a little more clearly – four very distinct and recognizable voices - and some rustling in the nearby bushes as an indicator of where it was coming from.

“Oh, oh-oh-oh, yeaheahah, come on, come on

Oh, oh-oh-oh, Sha-la-lala-la, la-lala, mmm-hmmm…”

Not making a whole lot of effort to hide themselves much, Branch and Poppy could see the heads of John Dory, Clay, and Floyd peeking out from behind the bushes, harmonizing a melody, while Bruce took on the main vocals.

“There, you see her,

Sitting there across the way,

She don’t got a lot to say, but there’s something about her...

And you don’t know why but you’re dying to try

You wanna, kiss the girl…”

Branch rolled his eyes as his other brothers added their own voices.

“Yeah, you want her,

Look at her you know you do,

It’s possible she wants you to,

But there’s one way to ask her

One way to ask her

One way to ask her…

Boy, you better do it soon,

No time would be better,

And it don't take a word, not a single word,

Go on, and kiss the girl, kiss the girl…”

Poppy giggled a little at their antics, but then grimaced a little upon seeing the rather annoyed look on Branch’s face. She knew that Branch definitely didn’t like this. She gently patted his hand. “Hey,” she said softly, “we can move somewhere else, you know.”

Branch glanced at her a bit deadpanned, but then a slight smirk tugged the corner of his lip. “Actually, I’d rather take the advice.”

And before Poppy could question what was going on, she was promptly tugged towards his face, his lips enveloping hers. Poppy sighed gratefully and returned the kiss as an eruption of wolf-whistles and jeering came from the other side of the bush.

“Woo-hoo! Way to go Branch the Heartthrob 2.0!” Bruce called out.

“Cool as ice but with all the spice!” John Dory riffed.

Clay in the meantime elbowed his brothers and gestured out wildly towards the pair. “See? SEE? Serious Boy Clay still has a couple of old tricks up his sleeve!”

“Way to go, Bromeo!” Floyd shouted to Branch encouragingly, clapping his hands.

But Poppy and Branch remained deaf to the brothers, their only focus being on the passion that they ignited between each other.

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A/N: I don't know about you, but when I watched 2023 Little Mermaid earlier this year, my brain kept distracting me by saying "Yo, Sebastian is just Spruce with a Jamaican accent" lmaooo

(also this version of Kiss the Girl is from Descendants 2, it's my fav version :3)

[amyelevenn]

hiii pookie 🎀

can i request a lando fic where he's streaming and f!reader (who is chronically online) uses like tiktok references and talks to the chat while lando just sits there clueless?? and its like super funny and wholesome and the reader teases him abt it??

THANK YOU AND ITS TOTS FINE IF YOU DON'T‼️

have an amazing day!

chat, am I cooked?

PAIRING; Lando Norris x f!reader

SUMMARY; lando's chronically online girlfriend teases him on stream for not knowing any tiktok brain rot.

WARNINGS; none, just fluff

A/N; aaaa what I cute request!! I really hope I did your idea justice! pls pls pls let me know thoughts and feelings

1.1k words masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

You can’t help but grimace as Lando manages to somehow get killed. Again. For the 11th time. Not that you were counting, or anything like that.

You didn’t even know what game he was playing, or who he was playing with. All you really knew was that dying was bad. But that is kind of a universal thing so, really, you didn’t know much of what was going on.

His pretty face is contorted in an expression that you can tell is anger, but he is attempting to conceal it for yours and chat’s sake.

“Well,” you sigh, trying to lighten the mood, “that was not a sigma male moment.”

The slow turn of his head to your direction, slack jaw and wide eyes makes you quietly giggle to yourself. You try and stay stone faced, maintain the façade of being a loving girlfriend who takes her boyfriend’s games (and deaths) as serious as he does.

“…What did you just say?”

“Umm… I’m just saying you lost a few aura points for that one, Lan.”

He looked like a deer in headlights, and you love every moment of it.

“Chat, what the hell is she on about?” turning back to face his set up, he sees multiple comments of laughter, crying emojis and people trolling him, and yet none of them can offer him an explanation.

“Chat do not tell him what is up. That would not be very sigma of you,” you smile, struggling to contain your enjoyment of his befuddlement. “You are very cute when you don’t know what I’m saying.”

He pouts, pulling your chair closer to him in an act of defiance. You could tell he just wanted to know what you were saying, but you were keen on not giving in. “Sometimes it is as if you are speaking a different language,” he huffs, and you know he said it to get laughs out of his viewers, but the proximity of him whispering it into your ear sent chills down your spine.

The move had multiple viewers commenting things along the lines of:

“DAMNNNN LANDO GOT RIZZ”, “oh em gee he is the rizzler!!” and “rip carlos you would’ve loved to see Lando’s rizz.”

“Ha! I know that one! I’ve got lots of rizz, chat, how do you think I bagged this baddie?” he grins, slinging his arm around the back of your chair. It was comfortable, familiar for the two of you.

“He is lying chat he has no skibidi rizz don’t listen to his lies!!!”

He gasps, pretending to be offended by your insinuation. Lando breaks into laughter, and the melody was music to your ears. With how much fun the pair of you and the viewers were having, you both had forgotten that you had even ordered take-away for dinner. It was only until you heard numerous knocks on the front door of your shared apartment that you were broken out of your trance, lost in the comedy of the stream.

As you move to get up and answer the door, Lando stops you. His hand lands softly on your shoulder, gently pushing you back into your seat.

“You stay right there baby, I’ll get the food for us,” he smiles. The moment was sweet, endearing. If anything, it made you fall in love with him anymore. He places a soft kiss to the top of your head, warming your heart and your cheeks.

He hopped off his chair, and you saw he was wearing those grey trackies of his that made his butt look oh-so-good.

“Ooohhhh chaaat,” you started, making Lando turn around just as his made it to the bedroom door. “Chat I GYATT something in my eye!”

You double over in laughter as his sends you a puzzled look, muttering some nonsense under his breath as he leaves. You watch as the viewers spam their two cents, laughing alongside you at his innocence to internet brain rot.

He isn’t gone for long, and when he comes back, he has dinner from your favourite Italian place in hand. You gasp, ecstatic to devour the deliciousness of Papa John’s homemade pasta.

“Thank you, Italy, for inventing Papa John’s! if only Italy were real,” you fake frown, making sure Lando saw your sad expression.

“Italy?? Italy is real?? I don’t get it,” he huffs, placing the takeout bag on the desk.

You go to reach for your dinner, but your boyfriend is quick to whip it out of your reach.

“Explain what the hell you are saying to me and how Italy isn’t real, then you get dinner.”

You faux gasp, acting all shocked that he would have the audacity to withhold food from you.

“Well… i’m doing it, are you?”

“That doesn’t even make sense??”

“Chat am I cooked?” you giggle, no longer able to hide your amusement of his obliviousness.

“SHE IS CONSTANTLY SAYING THIS!! when it’s just her and I alone, she always asks chat if she is cooked,” Lando bursts, pleading and pleading with the viewers the help him understand the voodoo that you constantly say. His ignorance to your silly sayings always made your day, adding to the vibrance of your relationship as you would poke fun at him for not understanding you. 

He finally gives in and hands you your dinner, unable to refuse your warm smile and glimmering eyes. God, the things he would do to make sure you would never lose your spark.

“Well, we are going to eat in peace now, so goodnight chat!” Lando announces, moving to shut off the stream. “Say goodbye for forever to my beautiful girlfriend chat, she is banned from here on out!”

“You know what that means chat, we are gonna go fu-”

“BYEEEE!” he yells over the top of you, ending the stream before you could finish your sentence. It closes, and he turns to you with a sly grin.

“You little muppet!” it only takes a second for you to recognise the mischievous look breaking out on his face; it was a look you knew all too well.

“Noooooo Lan no don’t do it!” you squeal, already sprinting out the door before he could catch you.

“Get back here you rascal!”

Two steps out the door, and he had already caught you. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around, all while you are squirming in his grasp. You are both laughing your heads off, and he finally puts you back on your feet.

You look up at him, but you can’t get any words in before he presses a chaste kiss on your lips. You melt into him, unable to resist his temptations. The warmth of his body radiates onto you, pulling him closer.

“I love you,” he mumbles between quick pecks.

You had never felt more complete within your life than you did in that moment.

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

as always, feedback is appreciated!

[ozzgin]

hai,baby ...I know your request is closed now. And if you don't mind, can I leave my request when your blog is open? ( If no that's okay,you can delete this request) alright....So, I really like the butterfly demon that you made for Inuyasha and Sesshomaru on request.And I thought what if the fem s/o butterfly demon had met Sesshomaru and Inuyasha ( separate please) when they were little (the fem s/o butterfly demon was also still a child at that time) Dancing on a hill or mountain with the moonlight shining on her and her beautiful butterfly wings,Instead of being surprised by them Femin s/o elegantly stretches out her hand to invite them to play or dance in the middle of the forest . ( Headcannon)

Definitely! I’m very glad you enjoyed the idea, all of my requests are always so creative! I wouldn’t write so much if it wasn’t for all the vivid prompts. The whole atmosphere you described immediately reminded me, for some reason, of this song from 'A Troll's Fairy Tale' Otome game. It just set up the whole mood of the story.

Inuyasha/Sesshomaru x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons: First meeting

Featuring a young Inuyasha and Sesshomaru and their first encounter with the child demon.

Inuyasha

Inuyasha was never a child to cause trouble. He always clung to his mother's soft sleeves, quickly following behind her as his tiny footsteps barely made a sound against the polished tatami. So whatever possessed him that night is, to this day, beyond his understanding. Nonetheless, on a certain night with full moon, he snuck outside and ran across the tall grass and up the hill until he reached a glade.

It was almost as if someone had called him by his name, a mumbled, merely audible whisper echoing from the distance. He’d been to this place many times before with his mother, yet now it looked entirely different. His small body cowered before the crooked, swaying shadows of the tall trees and he wanted to run away, doubting his intentions. That’s when the clouds cleared and the patch of open greenery was once again bathed by pale light. He hadn’t noticed the other person. A child, like him, carelessly and effortlessly dancing around, indifferent to the world. Although it couldn’t have been a human. Inuyasha was very much familiar with demons given his own family, but he’d never seen one like this. Adorning her back, a pair of sheer, colorful wings fluttered gently in the wind.

He must’ve been staring rather intently, because the mysterious nocturnal artist finally noticed his presence. You seemed pleased by the idea of having company, so you enthusiastically skipped and twirled your way over, extending an inviting hand. He barely grazed his fingers against yours when the worried shouts of his mother startled him out of his trance. “I think I have to go back home”, he muttered apologetically. “Mom is looking for me.” And with that, he begun sprinting away, occasionally looking back to see if the butterfly girl would still be there.

Sesshomaru

Even as a child, Sesshomaru had always been aloof and independent. It wasn’t uncommon for him to disappear at random times, so no one would question it, especially given he’d always return safely. Sometimes he just needed time to himself and away from others, in order to gather his thoughts and also train, hoping to close the gap between him and his father. Other times he’d wander out of pure curiosity, out of the desire to explore.

It was during one of his nightly expeditions that he felt the sudden desire to follow along a certain path. He knew very well where it led, to one of the cozily hidden glades he’d visit for his sword training. Though he’d never been there after dark, so this was a first. Once he reached the forest clearing, he shuddered slightly at the cold wind. It was unexpectedly chilly for late spring and the cherry blossom branches creaked with the breeze, scattering clumps of petals. He surveyed the area with his big amber eyes and spotted some movement ahead. A girl his age. Or rather, a demon. He involuntarily reached for his sword, expectantly. You were too focused on your movements to realize his presence. A pirouette under the moonlight, and your wings spread open theatrically once you were finished. Sesshomaru was mesmerized.

You heard the quiet gasp and turned to your audience, chuckling at the young boy’s baffled expression. “You can join, too. I won’t mind.” You said reassuringly. Sesshomaru huffed, embarrassed to be caught so beguiled. “Why would I do something so silly?” He retorted, trying to play it cool. He folded his arms and looked away, uninterested. “You can just say you don’t know how to dance.” You teased, cheekily. This seemed to have hit a nerve, as the boy glared at you and answered with a puffed up chest, “S-so what about it, I’m a warrior, not a dancer!” You shrugged and hopped on a nearby rock for some elevation, continuing your little dance. As annoyed as he sounded, Sesshomaru continued to observe you, a faint blush warming his cheeks.

[thoughtformchoreographer]

Can march eridan tell us anything abt her backstory?

Vyvyan's recent God tier re-ignition as the Sylph of Mind has travelled further than he expected. Every once in a while, as he focuses on the mind of Dualscar, to keep his anger and defensive violence at bay, a different series of thoughts and memories might walk within the vicinity of his powers, and grant him (and by extension, us as the viewers) glimpses into the pasts of passers by, allowing this fancy schmancy way of answering a very simple ask blog question. Say "purr, thank you Vyvyan!" for giving us this spectacle of a 16 page short comic and written story instead of March looking at the camera and explaining what happened herself.

Long ago, the Prince of Hope trudged an open plain, ingrained in thought, and anger, and upset. His deep trance kept him blind to where he was going, until...

His unintentional collision with the Rogue of Heart sparked conflict. The two had never really had chemistry, or a bond of any kind- no history to mention, but disdain and anger from both sides- not really knowing why. They were stressed, and they saw fit to throw blame on one another. That was all this bunch of trolls ever did. But for the vocal sea dweller- quickly, this escalated, and became too much.

The flood gates had simply been closed a lifetime too long.

The realisation that one was dead usually went over the heads of many ghosts. It can take a while for the revelation to occur, or sometimes, just a moment of understanding. A gentle touch of the hand, or look in the eyes - honesty. Sincerity and bluntness was the harsh reality needed to break that delusion - that seal. Suddenly, none of the arguing mattered. But his feelings were still very, very real.

Together they sat, the rogue having realised that enough was enough - and someone needed help. Even if it was only for a moment. Even if it was someone she didn't know well. Even if she had no advice to offer, and only a loyal, tentative set of kitty ears.

And they played. They played, and played, and played- and quickly did the heart hero catch onto the sheer joy the hope hero discovered within this playing of roles. They got along well after this, and games slowly drifted into becoming their afterlife.

Her journey began here - in a world of roleplay and pretend. She could be anyone she wanted to be - even if just for a session at a time. She found herself here - in a world where she wasn't bound to any heirloom, any responsibility, or false prophecy. She was a kind and sweet girl. She didn't care for murder or blood colour. She had a friend. And she was happy.

And she was not Eridan.

Her name was March.

[alphajocklover]

EB Jewelry

I’ve mentioned before, just once in one of my earlier stories, about a mysterious jewelry store which sells items that change people. The ring that turned a younger man into a soon to be married muscle daddy came from said store. But I never went into details, I never even mentioned anything about the store, not even its name. But today I want to correct that. Today I want to introduce you all to EB Jewelry.

Also known as the Eye of the Beholder jewelry company, it started out as a small local business somewhere in the American Midwest, and began to spread like weeds. It isn’t the largest chain out there, but it is strangely far spread. You can find at least one in every state, and some in other countries. Despite their size and their unconventional and generally confusing business strategy, EB Jewelry has been surprisingly successful, making millions in profit and delighting their investors. But none of that really matters to you does it? You don’t care about how well the company is doing or how they operate. You just care about the transformations.

There are a lot of rumors about how the transformations work. Some people say that the original founder discovered a type of magical gems that are now used in the jewelry. Some people say that the entire company is a front for a group of scientists testing out new transformation technology. I even once heard a theory that the mysterious board of directors are a group of ancient gods enacting their will on the world. Whatever it is, the transformations usually follow a certain pattern. People who need a change are almost subconsciously drawn to EB Jewelry. Eventually they enter a store, and their eyes land on a certain piece of jewelry that they feel is calling to them. They go into a trance, and before they even realize what’s happening they buy it. Then they start to change.

It doesn’t always work like that however. Take their new CEO. The founder of the company and their original CEO died years ago, and the most recent CEO had to leave suddenly due to some… unforeseen circumstances. The company needed a new CEO, stat. And instead of trying to find one this time… they decided to make one. Colin here used to be a 24 year old internet troll who weighed over 250 pounds (most of it fat) and was living in his mothers basement. His Uncle, a high ranking investor in EB Jewelry, made a few calls to the board and ended up buying his pathetic nephew a new watch.

The new Colin was the perfect fit for a CEO. Charming, attractive, young, but also clever, with incredible business acumen and sense of style. He might be younger than a traditional CEO, but he is a better businessman and leader than the last CEO ever was. He’s truly been thriving, and I hear he’s even engaged to marry the company CFO later this year. I can’t wait to see the wedding rings.