Anime Style Art Manga

Ami, a curvy, 19-year old, African American girl from Chicago wakes up in a new world ruled by dungeons and dragons. This world is based off Japan's Oda era, so she wakes up in a kimono and caught between the affections of three male suitors.

Noah noticed her during a late shoot.
Rain machines soaked the street set. The crew shivered. Tempers flared. But Iria moved calmly, shielding equipment, checking reflections, adjusting brightness so the artificial rain looked like poetry instead of chaos.
“You don’t panic,” Noah said quietly when she handed him a towel.
“I do,” she replied. “Just not where people can see.”
He smiled—not the practiced one, but a real one. Small. Careful.
From then on, they talked in moments between takes. About coffee. About bad scripts. About how fame felt like standing under a sun that never set.
“You ever wish you could disappear for a while?” Noah asked.
Iria looked at the lights overhead.
“I did,” she said. “Then I learned how to shine without being seen.”
That answer stayed with him.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

A young man name Ousugi Sakae looks out over a crowd of fascists (generic Imperial Eagle imagery) High, distant wide shot: protagonist small; world/crowd huge. Power imbalance. Telephoto compression Backlit silhouettes / blown-out sky Long, hard shadows at ground level: predators’ viewpoint. “Manga page with a grounded, paramilitary neo-noir style: realistic anatomy, weighty tactical gear (steel plates, cloth straps, gas masks, red-lensed goggles), late-1950s/’60s industrial city backdrop—concrete, rebar, rusted rail lines—night rain and fog, low-key lighting, desaturated blues/grays, cinematic 35mm framing, hard shadows, subtle film grain, crisp fine linework, dense hatching, high-contrast screentones, reserved facial expressions, somber atmosphere. Original characters only.”

Haruto’s team reaches the Ice Castle. Kiyomi rejoins them. The caravans prepare for battle. Hikari, conflicted, waits alone, torn between loyalty and the warmth Haruto showed her. The final confrontation looms.

Characters: Haruto, Yukari, Hideki, Kiyomi, Tsaritsa, Hikari, Hiroshi, Setsuna

tydasuk estaria treinando seus golpes de Taekwondo, ansioso para o próximo torneio que ira vir, usando um kimono que japoneses usam, então seu vô interfer seu treino, acalmando tydasuk e que ele precisa acreditar na própria força, então tydasuk fica aliviado, e agradece seu vô pela mensagem positiva, então seu vô diz que ira treinar junto com eles, e ambos acabam treinando juntos, para tydasuk fica mais forte para o próximo torneio

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Serious manga portrait, staring directly at viewer. Intense eyes. Detailed face, dramatic shadows.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.
Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.
Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious

Panel 1 (wide, top):
A car on the road.

Caption:

Distance was just a number.

⸻

Panel 2:
Map fragment: Utena → Vilnius.

Caption:

He drove (white kia sorento) to see me.

⸻

Panel 3:
Interior of Akropolis shopping mall, Vilnius.
They see each other for the first time.

Small date in the corner:

November 29

Caption:

Our first meeting.

⸻

Panel 4 (close-up):
Eye contact. Slight tension.

Caption:

Our first “hi” in person.

$Haruto and Yukari struggle to cooperate after Yukari’s sudden autonomy. Yukari’s cold demeanor clashes with Haruto’s emotional drive. Reika tries to mediate, but Yukari questions her own existence and Akirame’s role in her creation. Their bond begins to fracture as they prepare to leave the shrine.$

Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only.
Panel 2: Interior of a massive, high-tech exam hall of Arcadia Sovereign Academy. Dozens of rows of desks with students sitting and taking a written exam. Overhead lights and digital clocks add a tense atmosphere. Focus on three students:
– Kanzaki Reo in the middle, relaxed, leaning back slightly with his pen down, already finished early, a small confident smirk on his face.
– To one side, Kurozawa Rika, short black hair and glasses, sitting straight with a serious expression, calmly answering questions.
– To the other side, Sakurai Hina, shy-looking girl with short brown hair and a hair clip, sweating and nervously gripping her pen, clearly stressed.
Caption at top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – Entrance Exam, Stage 1: Written Test.”
Small thought bubble for Reo: “So this is how they pick future rulers… interesting.”
Clean shounen lineart, same visual style as previous panel.

Setsuna returns Hikari to the Crimson Wolfs Cemetery. Akirame praises them. Setsuna recruits Hiroshi, the playful 4th Caravan, and his tiger Kage, and Tsaritsa, the icy 5th Caravan. Meanwhile, Hikari begins to doubt her loyalty. Haruto’s team approaches the Ice Castle, ready for battle.

Characters: Setsuna, Hikari, Akirame, Hiroshi (4th Caravan), Kage (tiger), Tsaritsa (5th Caravan), Haruto, Yukari, Hideki, Kiyomi

Panel 1:
Gamer at computer dies
Panel 2:
Baby held by queen in castle
Panel 3:
Young prince with magic book
Panel 4:
Prince summoning fire magic
Panel 5:
Prince fighting dragon
Panel 6:
Prince becomes demon king

Комикс в стиле семейной комедии. Три члена — ax², bx, c — представлены как “семья трехчленов”, живущая в многоэтажке под названием “Парабола”. Изобрази сцены: a — папа, b – мама, с – бабушка, дедушка Дискриминант: Мудрый старец или гениальный учёный. Имеет прибор (лупу или компьютер) для расчёта формулы дискриминанта (D = b^2 - 4ac). Дети - Корни x_1 и x_2: два весёлых близнеца. Добавь смешные диалоги. Семья раскладывается в формулу ax^2 + bx + c = a(x - x_1)(x - x_2) Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя, желтая

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

A teenage boy walking on a city street, car approaching fast, shocked expression, motion blur, dramatic manga style, black & white, high tension, cinematic angle”
Teen floating in darkness surrounded by swirling light, ethereal energy around him, confused expression, thought bubble: ‘Where… am I?’ manga style, black & white, mystical aura”
Baby boy reborn in luxurious noble family chamber, wrapped in blanket, soft expression, parents holding him proudly, elders watching in awe, manga style, black & white, light beams from ceiling”
“Close-up of baby’s face, curious wide eyes, thought bubble: ‘I… I’m small? Where am I?’ manga style, black & white, cute mischievous expression”
Golden aura shining around baby’s chest and forehead, light rays from above, soft glowing effect, elders and parents amazed, manga style, black & white, cinematic lighting, divine atmosphere”
Mother smiles holding baby, father stands proudly, elders whispering in background, manga style, black & white, soft shading, dialogue bubble: ‘A rare child, blessed by heaven’”
Close-up of baby’s tiny smirk, mischievous eyes, looking at parents and elders, manga style, black & white, subtle humorous expression, thought bubble: ‘Heh… I wonder what fun I can have here’”
Wide shot of noble chamber, sunlight streaming through windows, baby in crib, parents and elders around, soft shadows, manga style, black & white, cinematic composition”
Glowing small orb or artifact on shelf near baby, faint magical aura, baby reaching toward it curiously, manga style, black & white, dynamic angle”
Close-up of elder faces, surprised and worried, manga style, black & white, subtle dramatic shading, thought bubble: ‘This child… is unusual’”
Tiny Qi energy pulse radiates from baby as he touches artifact, floating papers and scrolls in room, manga style, black & white, expressive energy lines, dynamic panel
Wide exterior shot of noble manor, morning sunlight, heavenly rays shining down on baby chamber, soft clouds, manga style, black & white, epic cinematic feel, caption: ‘Thus begins the Mischief Heir’s story’”

Blair is a young warrior in his mid 20s with a short beard and a short mustache. He has short brown hair and is 5'7. Lilith is the demon of lust, crimson skin with horns, demonic wings and sharp claws. Lilith is 6 ft tall, taller then Blair. The story starts with Blair infiltrating Lilith's castle. He makes his way to Lilith's throne room where he confronts her, sitting on her throne. Blair readies his sword, however Lilith is completely calm. She rises from her throne and walks towards him. She seduces him with her words, inviting him close to her, all he has to do is put down his sword. Blair puts down his sword, seduced by Lilith and makes his way to her. Lilith embraces Blair and the two kiss.

Blair is a young warrior in his mid 20s with a short beard and a short mustache. He has short brown hair and is 5'7. Lilith is the demon of lust, crimson skin with horns, demonic wings and sharp claws. Lilith has glowing crimson eyes. The story continues as Blair kneels before Lilith who is now twice his height. She summons a mirror in front of them both as she stands behind Blair, who can see their height difference. She proceeds to taunt him, reminding him that she owns him now. Lilith proceeds to lift up one leg and place her foot on top of Blair's head as they stand in front of the mirror, commanding him to kneel and reflect on my status as a man which Blair does.

Blair is a young warrior in his mid 20s with a short beard and a short mustache. He has short brown hair and is 5'7. Lilith is the demon of lust, crimson skin with horns, demonic wings and sharp claws. Lilith is 6 ft tall, taller then Blair. The story starts with Blair infiltrating Lilith's castle. He makes his way to Lilith's throne room where he confronts her, sitting on her throne. Blair readies his sword, however Lilith is completely calm. She rises from her throne and walks towards him. She seduces him with her words, inviting him close to her, all he has to do is put down his sword. Blair puts down his sword, seduced by Lilith and makes his way to her. Lilith embraces Blair and the two kiss.

"Hungry Cat"
Panel 1:
Cat stares at empty food bowl.
Panel 2:
Cat meows loudly at sleeping owner in bed.
Panel 3:
Owner fills the food bowl, looking sleepy and annoyed.
Panel 4:
Cat ignores the food and sleeps in the empty box the cat food came in.

Комикс в жанре приключенческой школы магии. Герой — Макс Матемаг — сталкивается с магическим квадратным уравнением, которое держит в плену корни. Чтобы освободить корни, Максу нужно использовать Теорему Виета: сумма корней и произведение корней. Показать, как он вычисляет x_1+x_2=-b/a и x_1⋅x_2=c/a и шаг за шагом освобождает каждый корень. Финал — все корни свободны, а Макс получает “Кристалл Формул” как награду Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя, желтая

Создай комикс в стиле космического путешествия. Главная героиня — пилот Кривая √x. Её космокорабль строит траекторию строго вправо, начиная из точки (0;0). На экранах корабля отображаются точки графика. Добавь первые кадры: герой пробует лететь влево — “Ошибка! Под корнем не может быть отрицательных чисел!”. Добавь панель с подписанными свойствами: область определения, монотонность, медленный рост

CyberWolf
Chapter 1: Awakening (Rough Draft)
Tori Mack woke up because his body felt wrong.
The room was quiet, filled with the low hum of machines. White lights burned above him, and the air
smelled clean—too clean. His head throbbed as he tried to remember how he got there, but his mind
was blank.
He moved his right hand.
Metal shifted.
Tori froze and slowly lifted his arm. From shoulder to fingertips, it was solid steel—smooth, dark, and
unbreakable. His breathing picked up as he tried to move his right leg.
Metal again.
“What… is going on?” he whispered.
“You’re awake,” a calm voice said.
Tori turned his head. A man stood beside the bed, watching him closely. He looked older, his
expression patient, like someone who had been waiting for this moment.
“My name is Ein Tucker,” the man said.
Tori tried to sit up. His body responded easily, stronger than it should have been. He swung his legs off
the bed and stood. His metal foot hit the floor with a solid thud.
“I don’t remember anything,” Tori said, panic creeping into his voice. “What happened to me?”
“You were caught in a storm,” Ein said carefully. “You didn’t survive it the way a normal human would.”
“So what am I?” Tori asked.
“Still human,” Ein replied. “But also something more.”
“Rebuilt by who?” Tori asked.
“That’s a conversation for later,” Ein said. “What matters now is that you’re alive.”
Tori clenched his metal fist. It didn’t shake. It didn’t hurt.
“When I was unconscious,” Tori said quietly, “I dreamed of wolves watching me.”
Ein’s eyes sharpened for a brief moment.
“Focus on learning how to move,” Ein said. “The rest will come in time.”
Tori stood there—half flesh, half metal—feeling power beneath his skin.
His old life was over.And the beginning of CyberWolf had just begun

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.
Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious

A beautiful blonde girl looks at you, petite, slim and well curved, curly hair. Wearing a stunning dress showing cleverage

FEATURE II — Investigating the Climate Lie Machine
Grassroots Disinformation Research

In Matabeleland North, our field teams completed a landmark study with the Tjwa community. The research reveals how climate disinformation impacts resource access, daily decision-making, and community adaptation.
These findings now anchor our content pipeline — from animations to community exhibitions — and the full report will be released on our public document-sharing platform.

Africa Climate Disinformation Toolkit

The continent’s first integrated guide to climate misinformation has been finalised. Led by an information integrity expert, the toolkit documents:

Recurring myths

Localised misinformation patterns

Platform-driven manipulation

Emerging online climate narratives

Launching this December via webinar, the Toolkit already informs youth trainings and content strategy. It will be publicly accessible for download and reading.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.

The story continues as Lilith tells Blair that she saw everything in her vision. She embraces Blair, telling him that its time for him to let go. She will make his desires come true and guides him to her throne. Whispering to him that she knows he wants to shrink and worship a tall demon. As she sits down, she presents her crimson feet in front of Blair's face and instructs him to start by kissing her feet. She proceeds to inform him as he worships her feet, she will absorb his devotion to her and grow in height and power. Blair hesitates, however Lilith assures him that I will transferring his power to her and worshipping a beautiful powerful demon, his greatest desire. As Blair begins to kiss her feet, Lilith receives great pleasure as she begins to grow a foot in height. Praising him for being a good boy.

CLIMATE X INDIGENOUS VOICES
MAGAZINE EDITION – 2025 HIGHLIGHTS
OPENING NOTE

2025 has been a defining year for Climate X Indigenous Voices — a year of deep listening, bold experimentation, and continent-wide action against climate disinformation. From grassroots fieldwork to global information integrity frameworks, this project has cemented itself as one of Africa’s leading voices on climate truth, Indigenous knowledge, and digital resilience.
This edition captures the milestones, stories, and sparks that shaped our journey.