#lantern scene tangled

[currymunches]

tangled lighting study ☀️ 💜

[deeva-arud]

So, about that one AU that's been marinating in my mind for years

[liillyliilly]

Genius on Genius Crush

kageyama tobio x reader words; 780 synopsis; she's an inventor of sorts, kageyama likes to watch her slow descent into a crazed creation kick. he's also good at volleyball so there's that.

Raising an eyebrow, Kageyama pushed the notebook away from his face so that it was lying on his desk instead of being pressed up close to his face. This was a common occurrence for Kageyama. Y/n would try to show him her new invention of sorts, just to test the waters of possible reactions for the general public.

“It’s a diagram?” Kageyama offered a simple answer to their question. But that didn’t seem to please her seeing as she slumped into the back of their chair and let out a huff of agitation, her arms folded and bouncing her knee.

“Of course, it’s a diagram, but what is the diagram of?”

“How am I supposed to know? It looks like a cylinder with drawings on the outside.” Kageyama pushed the sketch aside, choosing to instead look at the drawings Sugawara gave him to study for hand signals to use in volleyball matches. His realm of knowledge and her realm of knowledge rarely overlapped. Yet, they both respected their mutual expertise.

“It's a lantern,” Y/n said, taking the drawing book back and shoving it into her bag. Standing up to leave the classroom. “I’ll need you to come over tonight so that I can test out if it works.”

If there was anything that Y/n managed to do right, it was being able to shake up the resolve of Kageyama. Even though they had been friends for a while, there is a large leap from just hanging out at a person’s house to the dramatics of actually going over to a person’s house with a purpose. That purpose is to see the model Y/n made.

Sitting on her bed, just kind of awkwardly looking around at the walls and little trinkets splayed out, Kageyama tried his best to even out his heartbeat. Racing at the thought of being in her room. All alone, with each other.

“You good? You look a little pale.” Y/n called out from where she was investigating in her closet. Ruffling objects and jackets around in search of the model of the lantern.

“Perfectly fine.” He choked out. Tugging at his collar so he would have more room to breathe.

“Ta-da!” Y/n hopped out of her closet to show the around two-foot-tall lantern she had made. “Okay, let me explain how it functions, and then we can go outside to see if it works!” She excitedly jumped over to Kageyama, handing him the lantern.

It was made of a fabric shell, with a small candle which was attached by wires at the opening in the bottom. It resembled a hot air balloon and just looking at it made Kageyama want to smile. Y/n had drawn a bunch of stick figures all around, some of him even. There was one that had him looking angry, with his eyebrows drawn thickly and sharp, but next to his angry stick figure was Y/n hugging him with a goofy smile drawn on.

Another drawing was of her holding up another miniature drawing, it was all very meta.

“Can I light it?” Kageyama poked Y/n in the leg. Which caused her to jolt upwards from how she was crouching down to inspect her project.

“Yes. Please, do the honors Kageyama.” Y/n tried to mimic an important military general before cracking out of the character to give him a smile and a nod of the head.

They went to the backyard, her parents were sipping some lemonade on porch chairs while her siblings were running around in circles throwing blades of grass at each other.

Placing the lantern down in the center of the field, Kageyama brought the lighter into the cylinder and lit the wick. At first, nothing happened, and she was rubbing her hands together, urging the science of air pressure to finally work.

Then, suddenly, it began to float. The yellow light began its ascent to the top of the universe.

Kageyama looked over to Y/n, she was smushing her face from how thrilled she was at the fact that the lantern worked. As it was going upwards into the sky, all the lantern became was a small orange flame, the stick figure drawings mere lines on the lantern.

“Look at how cool that is Kageyama!” Y/n shook Kageyama by shaking his shoulder and arm, she dropped his arm before giving him a big hug. “Thank you for believing in me.”

Kageyama stiffly wrapped an arm around her, before easing up and using his other hand to rest on the back of her head moving it upwards so that she could face him. “I always believe in you.”

[thedeepfanpage]

[mycherrycola]

I spent a while trying to think of alternate hairstyles to try on Virgil's luscious long hair but all my brain gave me was 'Rapunzel in Tangled (2010)'

[tothelasthoursofmylife]

S4E8: KuroTangled - "And for that one moment, everything was perfect..."

All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in...

All that time never even knowing Just how blind I've been...

Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight...

Now I'm here, suddenly I see...

Standing here, it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be...

And at last I see the light...

And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light...

And it's like the sky is new And it's warm and real and bright...

And the world has somehow shifted...

All at once everything looks different...

Now that I see you...

All at once, everything is different Now that I see you

Now that I see you...

[silverysongs]

tangled, a perfect movie

[dazedantics]

Speeding though it today and got pretty far, but the first bit I worked on for my Riddle Animatic breaks my heart

I realize I made it ... but aghh I dunno it seemed like fitting exposition

Anyway, full Rapunzel/Riddle animatic may be out in time for valentine's day as long as I can keep up the motivation

My Kofi & YT

[mistress-light]

Cinta is just so beautiful, kind and bloody badass. She deserves happiness.

[cowboylikejesper]

i’ve been having wesper!tangled AU brainrot

[tehzeldamaster]

All at once, everything is different

Now that I see you🌸

[starsha-k-luna]

After reading a post by @lastoneout about their Trolls Tangled AU I decided to draw Branch & Poppy during the Lantern Scene.

I also love the idea of Branch & Poppy being Eugine & Rapunzel, also I agree that “I can see the Light” suits them very both.

I hope you like it @lastoneout

[cyberfestivaldonkeycash]

The lantern scene in Tangled makes me tear up every time I watch it without fail. When the king and queen release the lantern and the music comes in with all the other lanterns, the whole town lighting up. It’s the most beautiful scene ever animated, maybe even created. I just love Tangled, I could talk about this movie forever and probably will.

[egophiliac]

Is lanterns event is the shortest right? We dont even have the perfect or grim, only Riddle Jack Kalim and Deuce. Whole event it just Riddle character development in Tangle theme. Also prove that miss roseheart is suck and Riddle is ready to free.

it was one of the shorter ones, yeah! (if you don't count, like, Master Chef or the other ones that aren't really story-based.) I thought it was super cute though! :> especially given how we were in the Halloween + main story gauntlet for a while there, it was a nice easy little breather. honestly I think it was mostly about just seeing everyone come together to make fun of them help our boys be the prettiest tower princesses of all. 💐 (if for some reason this involves Jade refusing to take off the deer mask, so be it)

(and, you know, we finally got a knitting scene, so of course I'm happy)

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🐚⚓️🫧List of Random Things For Your Dark Coastal Settings | For Writers🐚⚓️🫧

Since you all loved the list of random things for Dark Academia, here’s a list of items, things, sights etc.. you might find in a Dark Coastal setting.

The Cliffside 🌊

Jagged slate-gray rocks jutting out from the churning sea

Swaths of wild, windblown grasses and mosses clinging to the cliffs

Crumbling stone ruins half-hidden in the fog

The eerie cries of seabirds circling overhead

Gnarled, salt-weathered driftwood scattered across the shoreline

The Cove 🐚

A small pebbly beach tucked into a sheltered inlet

Seaweed-covered tide pools teeming with mysterious marine life

Centuries-old fishing nets and lobster traps hung to dry

Weathered wooden rowboats moored at a rickety dock

The salty, briny scent of the sea lingering in the air

The Lighthouse 🗼

A tall, round stone tower with a flickering lantern on top

Faded nautical charts and weather-beaten log books inside

An antique brass telescope trained on the horizon

The heavy thump of the lighthouse bell in the distance

Coils of fraying rope and a tarnished brass spyglass on the windowsill

The Shipwreck 🛥️

The rusted, half-submerged hull of an ancient sailing vessel

Tangled knots of kelp and barnacles clinging to the metal

Fragments of shattered wood and twisted metal debris

The eerie, echoing creaks and groans of the wreckage in the waves

Fragments of weathered, sun-bleached bones glinting in the murky depths

The Coastal Cottage 🏠

A small, weathered wooden house with peeling paint

Tattered sheer curtains fluttering in the salty sea breeze

Shelves lined with antique glass bottles and driftwood sculptures

A wood-burning stove with a teapot whistling softly

The distant sound of foghorns cutting through the mist

The Shipwreck Cove 🚢

Jutting black cliffs, their bases strewn with the bones of broken ships

Seaweed-covered ribs of an old shipwreck, barnacles clinging to the wood

Rusted metal and shattered glass glittering in the crashing waves

Cawing of crows circling overhead, their shadows flickering on the rocks

The hollow, echoing sound of the wind whistling through the caves

The Seaside Cemetery 🪦

Rows of crumbling tombstones covered in moss and lichen

Twisted, windblown trees casting long, ominous shadows

The faint scent of night-blooming jasmine on the breeze

A rusted wrought-iron gate creaking open to the path

Fog rolling in, obscuring the distant sound of the surf

[crosshairscrustysock]

Firstly I love love how in depth and lore filled you’ve made the island, the festival and the elders and everything else really brings it to life

I alsooo love how phee put Luciana in her place 🤭 and the giggle I let out when crosshair was enjoying himself at the festival

And that ending 😭😭 oh man hunter has is badddd and who could blame him Lyra is so lovable 🥹

Ch 12: The Festival

~ Master List ~ Previous Chapter ~ WC: 3.2k ~ Featuring fanart by @ve-ti-ver!!

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“Your turn, Silver!” Luciana yelled over the music, holding a hand out to Crosshair after just having released Wrecker. The Town Square was packed with people from the entire planet, all enjoying the highly-anticipated lunar festival. Hundreds of tables and tents had been erected for a great variety of foods, activities, and wares, and huge screens and stages had been set up around Square as well as across the beach, allowing the party to continue beneath buildings and the palm trees alike. 

“Not a chance,” Crosshair said, folding his arms across his chest and not moving from his lean against the stone wall beside him. 

“Come on, you have to!”

“I do not.”

“Yeah you do!” Wrecker hollered, pushing his brother forcefully toward Luci, who dragged him out into the throngs of people dancing in front of one of the makeshift stages. She whirled around in front of him, grabbing his hands and placing them on her hips as she swayed with the music. Hunter elbowed Echo and tipped his head in their direction, both sharing a hearty laugh at the sight of an insanely-stiff Crosshair almost refusing to move as she danced against him, but there was the tiniest flicker of amusement on his staunchly grumpy face. 

“He deserves it,” Wrecker insisted, picking up his tray of food. “Aww man! Now my wraps are cold!” 

“Looks like he’s paying for it now,” Echo remarked, laughing again at Crosshair’s expression of shock as Luciana turned to face him, staggering her legs between his and slithering down to the ground and back up again. 

“She looks like a snake on a tree,” Hunter chuckled. “Can’t say I’m surprised though.” 

“If I were the betting type, which I am decidedly not,” Tech chipped in from his seat beside Phee, “I would estimate that it would take a longstanding relationship that included a great deal of depth and trust to convince Crosshair to dance without the need to portray a sour and unwilling front.”

“Well, don’t hold your breath,” Echo said.

“I wasn’t planning to,” Tech answered. 

They chatted and ate, tucked into a large table that was squeezed into one of the many nooks and crannies of the Town Square. The space had been totally transformed: it was filled with colorful tents, string lights, and sparkling mirror balls, and they’d had some time to explore the fantastic variety of goods from other islands on the planet. Omega had enthusiastically perused row after row, first with Hunter and then with her friends from the school, who she was apparently back on good terms with. So Hunter had returned to his brothers and Phee, who together had procured an impressive assortment of plates and trays from the food carts. 

“Well get a load of this,” Phee said, the rest following her gaze back to Crosshair, who now had not one but two girls grinding on him from both the front and the back. 

“Women have such weird taste,” Echo commented, and they all had to stifle their laughter to quickly look back at their plates and each other when Crosshair’s sharp eyes flickered in their direction. A few minutes later, he’d extricated himself from the situation, walking stiffly to the table with his hands clasped over his crotch. He sat down wordlessly, crossing his legs and shifting uncomfortably before pulling his jacket off and settling it in his lap.

“Can’t enjoy it too much, can you?” Phee jabbed, sliding a cup of the tropical drink they were sharing in his direction. Luciana was now dancing with the other girl and had been joined by a few others that seemed to know her, all bouncing around in a jubilant cluster. Hunter scanned the square, squinting against the strobing lights that reflected off of the mirrored balls that hung across ropes from rooftop to rooftop. 

“I have not yet seen Lyra, if she is the object of your search,” Tech informed him, and Hunter quickly rearranged the deer-in-the-headlights look that had popped onto his face. 

“I’m just looking around,” he said, forcing nonchalance into his voice. Tech leaned closer, his arm pressing against Hunter’s for a second from the close proximity of their chairs, and he pulled it away upon noticing. 

“It is not a shameful thing to feel attraction to another,” Tech said earnestly. “It is quite natural, especially for individuals like us who have spent most of our lives so far with little to no individual autonomy. There are entire realms of the human experience we are now able to explore… if we wish… that can be quite enjoyable.”

Hunter stared at him, wondering how they’d gotten to the point where Tech was teaching him about relationships and the human experience, and opened his mouth for some kind of retort. But he was cut off by Luciana’s return, bouncing over to their table with an exhilarated flush on her cheeks.

“Isn’t this great?!” she squeaked, simply beaming as she looked around before reaching out to Hunter. “Your turn, babe! Let’s go!”

“You already did me,” he complained, unmoving in his seat.

“Mmm, you wish,” she quipped, fixing him with a mock pouty stare. She had already danced with him, coaxing him into an awkward little shuffle of his own while she’d swayed against him and made him feel things that had been a distant memory since his “shiny” days. “Alright, fine. Looks like it’s up to you, Sparky.” She sidestepped over to Tech, massaging his shoulders for a second before he sat forward quickly. 

“I would rather not,” he said, almost choking over his words in the shock of being touched so forwardly.

“That’s what they all say… at first,” she winked. 

“Keep moving, honey,” Phee said, with just enough volume and edge to catch the attention of everyone at the table. Luci looked at her, each woman smiling pleasantly while a whole assessment took place under the surface. Phee lifted her chin slightly, reaching over with one hand to place it gently on top of Tech’s where it rested on the arm of his chair beside her. Her confidence was tangible as she gazed calmly at Luciana, who tapped the side of her nose, pointed at Phee, and gave her a little salute before scampering back to her group of friends.

“Was that part of the human experience I’m missing out on?” Hunter asked quietly, leaning back in his seat with a smug grin as Tech gave him a sidelong glare. 

Eventually, the music transitioned into raucous applause as the current performers finished their set and cleared off the stage. The screens went blank from the colorful display they’d been set on, then slowly loaded some camera views of the stage as the crowd quieted. The sound of drums began, growing louder as a procession of native Xyloans made their way up the street, the people parting before them. Their regal manes had been braided intricately, and their traditional tunics had been replaced with colorfully-painted regalia. They held drums and staffs, walking in a stately line composed of a handful of elders and a few younger males. Taking their places on the stage, a hush fell over the crowd as the chief slowly raised a hand. 

“We honor the island!” he said loudly, his sybillant accent accentuating his Galactic Basic.

“We honor the island,” the others repeated, tapping their staffs once. 

“The sacred will endures,” he announced, pausing for the others to echo. “We offer gratitude for its protection. None come who are not deemed so, and we rest in its wisdom, throughout the changing of the tides and the passing of the generations!”

“Their perception of the island as a sentient being worthy of respect and cooperation is admirable,” Tech commented, returning his gaze to the stage as Hunter nodded in agreement.

The elders continued, each rising to share a part of the story of the island, which had been around longer than any could remember. They insisted that the island protected itself through ancient magic and some other forces that were beyond understanding. Continuing to the story of The Alignment, they explained that it was a phenomenon that happened every couple hundred years, when the moons and planets of the system would line up in a particular way, bringing to life the old magic for some kind of new enlightenment that would be shared with a chosen few to benefit the people as a whole. The Xyloans’ time ended with a ritualistic chant, honoring each of the planets and moons in the system and inviting the island to share its secrets freely, and they ended with a kneeling prayer of gratitude. 

“That was beautiful,” Phee said in awe, watching their stately departure so closely that she didn’t notice Tech’s affectionate gaze fixed on the side of her face. 

“Indeed,” he murmured quietly.

An announcer’s voice drowned out the hubbub as he informed everyone of the rest of the evening’s events: more music, dancing, and debauchery would be followed by the lighting of the lanterns as the night turned into the next day, and they would be sent up toward the moons with everyone’s wishes for the next year. The music returned at full volume, string lights dancing in the breeze, and Hunter rose to his feet, rubbing his head at the throbbing of the bass that reverberated throughout his skull. 

“I’m gonna grab a snack and head home,” he said, nodding to the others. 

“But you’re gonna miss the best part!” Wrecker exclaimed.

“How do you know it’s the best part? You’ve never been to one of these,” Crosshair drawled, pointing a toothpick in his brother’s direction now that he had “relaxed” enough to uncross his legs. 

“It’s gonna be awesome,” Wrecker insisted, unfazed. 

“We’ll catch you later,” Phee said, giving Hunter a nod and a smile. He returned it, grateful for the indirect permission that quieted any other complaints or jabs that might be thrown his way, and pulled on his jacket, slinging his bag over his back before heading toward the rows of food stands. He was assailed by rich scents and sounds – sizzling meats, chopping and scraping, yelling in various languages, and more spices than he’d ever seen in one place. His shoulders were slumped in slight dejection as he wandered, squinting at each of the picture menus and feeling overwhelmed with the decision of what to eat. 

“Hunter!” a familiar voice called, and he perked up quickly, turning to see Lyra waving at him from the end of one of the many long lines. She beckoned for him to join, and he did, smiling warmly as he drew near. 

“I was looking for you,” he said, hesitating awkwardly at his own words. “I mean… We all… Anyway, how’s your night?” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people here,” she said, leaning in to be heard over the cacophony. “This is the food from Plata I was telling you about! They’re these amazing plates with little triangles of pita bread and the most delicious mix of meat, veggies, and sauce. Did you eat already?”

“I picked on some stuff here and there. But I was getting ready to head home.”

“Oh,” she said, quickly recovering from a subtle flash of disappointment. “I get it – I can bring you a plate tomorrow, if you don’t mind leftovers?”

“No, it’s alright,” he reassured, glancing up at the menu. “We’ve just been here for a while, and it’s… a lot.”

“I get it. Well, if you do want to eat, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve to make it all a bit more bearable, if you’d like to stick around. But no worries if bed sounds better!”

“Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Ten minutes later, they found themselves at a small table for two that was neatly tucked into a narrow alleyway between two stone apartment buildings that blocked out a great deal of the sound from all directions. There were a few other tables along the edge, filled with fellow introverts, quiet-seekers, and lovers looking for a more intimate setting. Hunter’s stomach tightened as he noticed the couple behind Lyra begin to make out, languorously caressing each other as their open-mouthed kisses grew more passionate. He shifted his focus to her, tuning back in to the story she’d been sharing about her experience at last year’s festival.

“It was uncanny how much they could tell just by looking at me… Or maybe they were just really good at saying things that could apply to almost anyone, but still. It was quite the encounter. Did any of you go to the elders this year for a reading?”

“No,” Hunter answered, scooping up a bite with a piece of pita bread. “But one of them had some mystical words for me when I first got here.”

“Oh?” Lyra said, curiosity piqued. “Care to share?”

“That I was fragmented,” he shrugged. “And something about the smoothing of the sea.” It felt intensely personal to say it out loud, even though he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about the overall mysticism of the island and its native inhabitants. 

“Hmm,” she mused thoughtfully. “I love the way they see this place and everyone in it.”

Another loud announcement came, notifying everyone that the lanterns would be sent up in half an hour. Lyra’s eyes grew wide, and she looked at Hunter with a spark of excitement that lit up her otherwise calm features. 

“Do you want to see that?” she asked, a weird energy coming from her as though she were trying to disguise her eagerness beneath a front of nonchalance. 

“Um, I suppose…” He hadn’t planned to, but her sudden interest was somewhat infectious. “It sounded like it was going to be chaos.”

“Down here it is,” she nodded, beginning to eat the rest of her plate more quickly. “But I found an amazing lookout that gives you an entirely different view. We’ll have to ride up to the observatory though, and we’ll have to go quickly.”

Hunter nodded, finishing the last of his food and scooping up both trays to throw away. He’d enjoyed the island practice of using fathiers instead of speeder bikes for the most part, and he found a soothing presence in the tall, furry animals. Lyra smiled gratefully, pulling on her coat and slinging her purse across her back. She seemed more expressive than he’d yet seen, eyes aglow with anticipation as they wove their way through the crowd, getting bumped and jostled all around as they went against the flow of traffic. After a momentary separation, Hunter felt cold fingers against his own, a tiny thrill running down his spine as he looked up to see her glancing back at him with an unreadable look on her face, having grabbed his hand to keep them together as they pushed through.

“Sorry,” she said over the noise, letting go suddenly, “I just didn’t want to lose you in this–”

“It’s okay,” he said with a small smile, gently wrapping his warm hand around hers. He felt her wave of excitement and saw a flush creeping across her cheeks before she whirled back around, rushing to get outside of the hustle and bustle of the Town Square. 

When they finally came to the edge of town where the stacked flat roofs gave way to hills and trees, Lyra reached into her purse, pulling out two soft, thin ropes, and whistled loudly. Hunter had been scanning the area for any of the wild fathiers, pondering how he’d catch one, but he stared in disbelief as one promptly appeared from the trees, trotting up to Lyra with a cheerful nicker. She held out a flat palm with a cube of sugar in the middle, stroking the side of its neck as its fuzzy lips flapped around the treat.

“That’s… uh… That’s impressive,” Hunter admitted.

“One of the Xyloans taught it to me,” she explained, carefully weaving the rope around its neck and chest. “They’re amazing creatures… They’re eager to please and satisfied just to get some praise and love.” She peered into the forest as though hoping for another to arrive. The quiet was suddenly broken by a huge cheer rising from the crowd in town. “Ah! We’re going to miss it!” she exclaimed, whistling one last time. But no others seemed to be coming, so she shrugged, looking at Hunter with that buzzing excitement that he was beginning to feel as well.

“Want to ride behind me?” he asked, saying what she seemed unwilling to suggest.

“Seems to be our only option,” she nodded, throwing her purse back to its resting place between her shoulders as she led the mount to a huge fallen log nearby. “Grateful for this big guy at least.” She patted the furry horse-like creature, stretching on her tip-toes as it bent its graceful neck toward her, allowing her to stroke one hand down the back of its long, flat ear as Hunter climbed onto the log to swing his leg over the animal’s back. Lyra followed suit, her chest resting against his back for a moment before she scooted back to allow a few inches between them. But when Hunter nudged the animal into action, she inhaled sharply at the sudden movement, grabbing his waist and pulling herself fully against him. 

His hands tightened around the rope as the fathier broke into an effortless lope up the side of the hill, both of them having to lean forward and tighten their legs around its sides to stay on. The feeling of her arms sliding further around his middle and her front nestled against his spine was disproportionately dizzying. It was warm and soft, sending both comfort and tingles radiating throughout his core. He tried to focus on where they were going instead, guiding the steed with pressure from one foot or the other as they steered toward the observatory.

Lyra stiffened as the angle grew steeper, her thighs pressing against the back of his own, her forearms stacked one atop the other against his ribcage and stomach. Hunter was flooded with a yearning that seemed to come out of nowhere, a deep desire to be held and loved instead of always being the responsible one, the strong one, the dutiful one. And yet there came another powerful realization, that he couldn’t or shouldn’t ever have such a thing because he would age twice as quickly. Could he rob someone of the best years of their life and leave them far too soon? Staggering beneath the sudden onslaught of emotions, he leaned forward, separating the top of his body from hers a bit and taking in a deep breath of the cold air as it flew past them. 

Lights from below caught Lyra’s eye, and she turned, seeing the handmade paper lanterns beginning to rise from the beach and the Town Square at the same time. The wind in her ears and the rhythmic gallop of the fathier drowned out any other noise from the celebration, and her heart leapt in her chest as she saw the observatory coming into view. 

“Almost there!” she yelled, leaning close to bring her face closer to his ear, and his own heart skipped a beat.

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