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Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair. Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh. Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair. Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh. Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
Комикс в жанре супергероики. Три супергероя — “ax^2+c=0”, “ax^2+bx=0” и “ax^2=0”. Каждый спасает мир своим методом решения. Герой без c умеет делить на x: на кадре x(ax+b)=0, герой без b умеет извлекать корень: на кадре ax^2=-c, третий герой решает мгновенно: на кадре x=0. Вставь динамичные кадры, где они показывают свои формулы как суперсилы. Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя
PANEL 1 Ruang kelas kuno. Bangunan batu. Cahaya matahari masuk dari jendela. Suara murid-murid ribut. Murid A: “Eh, lihat tuh… Jelata datang.” Murid B: “Masih aja sekolah padahal nggak ada gunanya.” --- PANEL 2 Jaylat berjalan pelan. Wajah datar. Tatapan kosong. Duduk di kursi belakang dekat jendela. Narasi (kotak hitam kecil): Nama yang tak tercatat… lebih mudah diinjak. --- PANEL 3 Guru masuk dengan tongkat kayu. Guru: “Hari ini ujian potensi sihir. Siapa pun yang hasilnya tinggi, akan dipilih langsung oleh kerajaan.” Seluruh kelas heboh. Murid C: “Kesempatan jadi bangsawan!” Murid D: “Jaylat pasti paling bawah lagi.” Tawa. Jaylat hanya menatap keluar jendela. --- PANEL 4 Satu per satu murid maju. Bola kristal pengukur sihir bersinar. Guru: “Nilai 7.” “Nilai 5.” “Nilai 8.” Tepuk tangan. --- PANEL 5 Guru: “Berikutnya… Jaylat.” Kelas hening sesaat, lalu terdengar bisikan dan tawa kecil. Murid A: “Palingan 1.” --- PANEL 6 Jaylat berdiri. Langkahnya tenang. Ia menyentuh bola kristal. Dalam satu detik… Kristal menyala terang. Angka muncul: 3 Semua tertawa. Murid B: “Tuh kan.” --- PANEL 7 (ZOOM DETAIL TANGAN JAYLAT) Jari Jaylat sedikit bergerak. Aura hitam tipis mengalir— tapi hanya terlihat sekilas. Angka di kristal sebenarnya bergetar di dalam: 3… 40… 200… ∞ Namun dari luar tetap terlihat angka 3. Narasi kecil: Mengurangi kekuatan jauh lebih sulit daripada melepaskannya. --- PANEL 8 Guru menghela napas. Guru: “Seperti biasa… rendah.” Jaylat tersenyum kecil. Jaylat (dalam hati): “Bagus.” --- PANEL 9 (MALAM HARI – ASRAMA) Jaylat berdiri sendirian di halaman belakang. Bayangannya di tanah… tidak mengikuti gerakannya. Bayangan itu memiliki tanduk. Tanah mulai retak perlahan. Suara dalam bayangan: “Kau terus menahan diri… sampai kapan?” Jaylat menutup mata. Jaylat: “Selama dunia masih bisa berjalan tanpa dihancurkan.” Aura hitam menghilang. Retakan tanah kembali normal. --- PANEL TERAKHIR Keesokan paginya. Kerajaan mengirim utusan ke sekolah. Utusan: “Kami mendeteksi lonjakan sihir abnormal tadi siang. Seseorang di sekolah ini menyembunyikan sesuatu.” Close-up wajah Jaylat. Tatapan berbeda dari biasanya. Narasi akhir: Mereka mulai mencari Raja Iblis… Tanpa tahu ia duduk di kursi paling belakang.
screenshot of a anime boy who is 12-13 years old personality kind helpful and stubborn he with a smile on his face Spiky anime-style hair: hair color Warm caramel / light copper → soft, approachable, kind but still adventurous eyes color pick for Cakiro: Amber / golden brown eyes skin color Peachy / light apricot skin outfit Page 3 His eyes open halfway. Amber-golden, still unfocused. He squints at the ceiling, then shuts them again. “Five more minutes…” he mutters. The room remains quiet.
Black Verse:-A world of darkness and demons "Dark World", a palace surrounded by mountains "Ryomen palace", where demon lord of destruction had ruled.he is planning to destroy Earth.Our heroes "Namoshi" (main character) and his brother Antaro have to leave Earth to stop him.Namoshi has the power of lightning and thunder and his brother Antaro have power of fire and lava.they say some verses to get their powers and abilities.
A young woman born into an aristocratic family is gently talking with a humble farm worker. Despite the clear difference in their social status, she feels drawn to his sincerity and quiet strength. As they speak, warm sunlight falls over a vast field of blooming sunflowers, swaying softly in the summer breeze. Their conversation is calm and intimate, filled with unspoken feelings, as if the world around them has faded away, leaving only the two of them in that golden moment.
Russia in the 1990s. A young man, Ivan, about 25, is dressed in sportswear. He has a short haircut and a scar on his nose. He smokes a cigarette on the balcony
The protagonist Miyo is sitting on the edge of her bed. She is a beautiful girl with dark skin, short hair, and a soft, plump figure. Her head is down. She’s staring at her hands. They already feel tired.
**“The Third Chair”** Lin Zhixia first met Zhou Jin at a window-side table in a café. The sunlight was beautiful that day, yet the chair across from him was empty. She learned later that the chair belonged to his girlfriend—Shen Yan. Zhou Jin never hid the truth. He said he loved someone, and he also said he wasn’t sure whether he could still love another. Lin Zhixia understood—yet she sat down anyway. Their relationship was like a nameless river. Unspoken, unacknowledged, never crossing the point of no return— and yet, step by step, it ran deeper. When Shen Yan appeared, everything finally gained weight. She was calmer than Lin Zhixia had imagined. She only looked at her and said, “You’re not a bad person.” The words felt sharper than a knife. That night, Lin Zhixia asked herself for the first time in earnest: If love has to hurt someone in order to exist, did she really want it? Zhou Jin tried to keep her, saying, “I can’t live without either of you.” But in that moment, Lin Zhixia suddenly understood— in a love shared by three, someone is always sitting in the extra chair. She stood up and gave up her seat. Later on, the café was still the same café. By the window, the table still held three chairs.
A guy walks down the street. He trips on a banana and is sad. He says "Why did someone put a banana in the road". Another guy walks up. He is tall and he says "I am banana man"
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.
This is a wild, satirical concept—very Jujutsu Kaisen meets true crime commentary. Here is the English translation, keeping the dramatic, "shonen-style" flair intact. Comic Title: "Domain Expansion: Paradise Lost vs. Party Purgatory" The Concept: The Battle of Infernal Domains In an interdimensional plane of existence where "cursed energy" generated by vice and infamy takes physical form, the greatest transgressors do not fight with fists, but with the expansion of their psychic "Domains." Here, Jeffrey Epstein and Diddy clash to determine who is the true "Master of Modern Darkness," each projecting his own twisted vision of power and corruption. The Plot Act I: The Summoning of Domains The story opens in a "Non-Place"—a floating arena amidst clouds made of broken TV screens and burnt banknotes. Jeffrey Epstein, possessing a cold and calculating aura, his snow-white hair reflecting moonlight even in the day, smiles sardonically. He has just activated his Domain Expansion: "The Temple of Secrets." The environment transforms: the Non-Place vanishes, replaced by a spectral, lush version of his private island (Little Saint James). Skeletal palm trees stand against a violet twilight sky. A colonial villa, elegantly sinister, rises at the center. The air is thick with recorded whispers, the echo of contracts, and the distant thrum of a landing helicopter. On the island, instead of sand, there are fragments of shredded legal documents. The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Epstein’s domain is that anyone who enters is immediately ensnared in a web of legal debt, non-disclosure agreements (NDAs), and implicit blackmail, manifesting as invisible, suffocating chains. On the other side, Diddy—with an expression of brazen arrogance, wearing a fur coat that sparkles with strobe lights and sunglasses reflecting a million paparazzi—does not hesitate. With a defiant cry, he activates his Domain Expansion: "The Endless Party." Epstein’s domain is torn asunder by an explosion of neon lights and deafening sound. The island partially fades, giving way to a futuristic, chaotic, and bottomless nightclub. Champagne bottles explode into clouds of sticky foam. Virtual dancers with distorted celebrity faces perform in loops. The air is saturated with the smell of sweat, expensive perfume, and a faint scent of "baby oil" that is anything but innocent. The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Diddy’s domain is that anyone who enters is forced to dance incessantly, suffering a sensory bombardment that renders them unable to think clearly, while being slowly "anointed" and weakened by a shimmering oil that leaves them vulnerable to manipulation. Act II: The Clash of Cursed Powers The two "masters" face off at the intersection of their domains. * Epstein manipulates his island: the trees transform into legal tentacles attempting to seize Diddy; the ocean waves are made of "dirty money" trying to drown him; and the villa’s screens project compromising videos intended to paralyze his reputation. His attacks are based on "Secret Information" which, when they land, reveal the opponent's weaknesses and past crimes. * Diddy responds by evoking the "Eternal Celebration": subwoofers launch soundwaves that shatter the structures of Epstein’s island. Giant champagne bottles transform into explosive projectiles. The oil permeating his domain becomes a corrosive substance that dissolves Epstein’s legal documents. His attacks are based on "Distraction and Corruption," aimed at eroding the opponent's will and making them "lose control" of their facade. During the fight, they exchange venomous barbs that, in this comedic context, sound like boasts of their own infamy: Epstein: "You’re just a novice! I built an empire on omertà, not some block party!" Diddy: "Old man! I reinvented the game! You were just an amateur with a checkbook! I have the charisma!" Act III: The Collapse of Domains and the Supreme Revelation As the two grow more enraged, their domains begin to merge into a grotesque mess: an island with built-in nightclubs, palm trees dancing to trap music, and legal contracts swirling like confetti. At the climax of the clash, a third entity manifests. It is not a being, but a gargantuan "Eye of Public Opinion" that opens above them, surrounded by millions of smartphone screens. This eye does not judge; it simply observes, recording every single infamy. The power of this "Eye" is so great that both domains—built on secrecy and distraction—begin to collapse. The Eye is not an attack, but a simple revelation. In that moment, Epstein and Diddy realize that the true "curse" is not their enemies, but the constant and inexorable surveillance of a world that, eventually, sees and judges everything. The comic concludes with the two trapped in a "non-place" made of cell phone screens showing their own misdeeds. They realize their "battle for dominance" was in vain. Neither can truly win when their very existence is under the world's merciless spotlight. Visual Style and Tone * Tone: Black comedy, grotesque and surreal satire, with a touch of existential horror. * Art Style: Highly detailed and dynamic, with a sharp contrast between the perverse elegance of Epstein’s domain and the gaudy excess of Diddy’s. The Domain Expansions should be visually spectacular and unsettling at the same time. * Colors: A rich and vibrant palette with heavy light-and-shadow contrasts, turning almost psychedelic during the Domain Expansion phases.
It was a quiet morning. Too quiet to mean anything. Yuuma Sangakai walked to school with his head down, counting the cracks in the pavement because looking up made things worse. Eleven years old. Too thin. Too easy. He checked over his shoulder once. No one. His stomach loosened just a little. “Please,” he whispered. Not to God, not to anyone in particular. Just a habit. “Not today.” "Hey Yuuma!" said Zoruhiko, his best friend, running towards him. Yuuma waves, "Hey Zoruhiko!! How are you?" "Hmm... Cool. What 'bout you?" asked Zoruhiko. "I'm awesome!!!!" said Yuuma. He remembered and said "Ay! I got this new bicycle today!! With gears!!!" "Woahh!! Then let's have a cycle race today from the bus stop till the new supermarket!!" screamed Zoruhiko in excitement... "Sure dummy!!! Be ready to get defeated!! At 8 PM today!!" proclaimed Yuuma, arrogantly smirking. "Tch! We'll see 'bout that loser!" said Zoruhiko, annoyed...
Xochi, 19 and Mexican-American, gets turned into the Angel of Independence, a seminude and golden statue located in Mexico City. Xochi has dark brown short hair with a bang nearly covering her right eye and has light green eyes. Xochi is seminude and has golden wings along with a laurel wreath and a broken chain in each hand also with the original pose.
Título del cómic “Un rumor no define quién soy” Personajes Laura: niña amable, tranquila y buena amiga Elizabeth: compañera que inicia el conflicto Amigas del grupo Maestra (figura mediadora) Historia dividida en viñetas (escenas) Viñeta 1: La amistad Patio de la escuela primaria Laura aparece jugando y riendo con su grupo de amigas. Laura: —Me gusta mucho estar con ustedes, somos muy buenas amigas. Amiga: —¡Sí! Siempre nos apoyamos. Viñeta 2: El cambio Salón de clases Elizabeth está hablando en secreto con otras niñas. Elizabeth (susurrando): —Laura dijo cosas feas de ustedes… Amiga (confundida): —¿De verdad? Viñeta 3: El rumor Pasillo de la escuela Las amigas comienzan a alejarse de Laura. Laura (pensando): —¿Por qué ya no me hablan? ¿Qué hice mal? Viñeta 4: El conflicto Recreo Laura escucha a Elizabeth hablando mal de ella. Elizabeth: —No confíen en Laura, ella no es buena amiga. Laura (triste): —Eso no es verdad… Viñeta 5: El dolor Baño o banca del patio Laura está sola, con expresión triste. Laura (pensamiento): —Me duele que hablen de mí sin conocer la verdad. Viñeta 6: Pedir ayuda Salón de clases Laura se acerca a la maestra. Laura: —Maestra, alguien está diciendo cosas falsas sobre mí. Maestra: —Gracias por decirlo, vamos a hablarlo con respeto. Viñeta 7: La verdad Reunión del grupo La maestra reúne a las niñas. Maestra: —Hablar mal de alguien puede lastimar mucho. Aquí escucharemos la verdad. Laura: —Yo nunca hablé mal de ustedes. Las quiero como amigas. Viñeta 8: Reflexión Elizabeth con expresión de arrepentimiento Elizabeth: —Lo siento… hablé sin pensar y causé un problema. Viñeta 9: Perdón y aprendizaje Patio Las amigas vuelven a estar juntas. Amiga: —Perdón por no preguntarte antes, Laura. Laura: —Gracias por escucharme. Aprendimos algo importante. Viñeta 10: Final Todas juntas Narrador: —Los rumores pueden causar daño, pero hablar con la verdad y respeto puede sanar las amistades. Mensaje del cómic (puede ir al final) Moraleja: Hablar mal de los demás puede causar conflictos, pero la comunicación, la honestidad y el respeto ayudan a resolverlos.
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.
A young woman in her late twenties/early thirties has taken in her nephew after his dad dropped him on her doorstep. She must now balance the responsibilities of a growing career, navigate the dating scene, and care for a 6 year-old boy. People often mistake the child as hers and she receives mixed reactions (some believing she had children too young, or that she was frivolous since the child does not have a dad). She has difficulty navigating the dating scene as most guys are not interested in a woman who already has a young child. It is a romantic comedy that depicts a healthy and loving mother-son relationship between the young woman and her essentially adopted child. It shows people's ability to judge without knowing the details, the harsh reality of being a young mom, and the kindness of a man willing to love the young woman and her adopted son unconditionally.
kaki is a human vampire hybridKaki is eating sweet at the sweet shop sitting on the side of the shop by the foot path. a little boy picks his coat pocket and takes his money purse. A disembodied voice is heard only by kaki saying, “the child has taken your money. Are you not going to do anything about it?” Kaki says in a low volume voice, “ I know…but im not done eating this delicious (sweet)” After finishing off his plate, kaki pays the shop keeper with money from his other pocket and walks in the direction the child took
Panel 1 (Wide panel – city rooftop, night) A quiet city under a dark sky. A teenage boy stands on a rooftop, hands in his pockets, wind blowing his jacket. Text (narration): Every night… the city stops breathing for five minutes. Panel 2 (Close-up – boy’s face) His eyes are tired but alert. A digital watch glows. Watch: 4:55 AM Boy (thinking): It’s almost time. Panel 3 (Street below – eerie silence) Cars frozen mid-road. A bird suspended in the air. Everything is still. Sound effect: …… Panel 4 (Medium panel – behind the boy) A girl suddenly appears behind him, holding an umbrella despite no rain. Girl: “You see it too, don’t you?” Panel 5 (Close-up – boy startled) He turns sharply, eyes wide. Boy: “You’re not frozen…” Panel 6 (Half-page style dramatic panel) The sky begins to glow faintly. Time feels tense. Girl (smiling slightly): “Neither are you. That’s why the city chose us.” Watch: 4:59 AM Panel 7 (Final panel – sunrise) Light floods the city. Everything moves again. The rooftop is empty. Text (narration): Tomorrow… I’ll wait again. Small text at bottom: To be continued.
A 18 year old Japanese woman named Mika, who gets turned into the Venus de Milo. She has a short black hair with a bang covering her left eye and with a heart necklace and has grey eyes. She's seminude and armless after the petrification. She's the copy of the Venus de Milo in a museum with her likeness intact.
Heizou ruled the student council room like it was a chessboard, every move planned, every rule enforced. Kazuha drifted through the halls like a breeze, sleeves rolled up, trouble following him without much effort. When Kazuha landed in detention—again—Heizou was the one assigned to supervise. What started as sharp words softened into late conversations. Heizou discovered that Kazuha’s rebellion wasn’t cruelty, but restlessness; Kazuha saw that beneath Heizou’s perfect composure was someone tired of being alone. Papers were finished, rules were bent, and laughter replaced suspicion. By the time the bell rang, neither wanted to leave. Between order and chaos, they found something steady—each other.
Sci-fi anime illustration of lopunny controlling a holographic console, glowing blue interfaces, cool color palette, futuristic lab setting, thoughtful expression
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing. It didn’t matter. The crowds kept shrinking. The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word. She was invisible. One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon. "The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again." "What about Cinder?" someone asked. "What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out." Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Out. Replaceable. Done. She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that. A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety." She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.
lets do a 4 page comic story of how the clown become a Director Of Photography. Use the attached pictures for charecter reference. Use the following for precise design parameters. 🔒 MASKED DIRECTOR MASTER STYLE LOCK (UPDATED) Visual Style Core • Smooth graphic novel illustration inspired by Sin City • High-contrast black and white • Clean inked shapes • Solid blacks • Sharp edges • No photorealism • Occasional deep red accents only • Dark, theatrical, stoic tone like a pantomime villain • Distressed texture allowed on background only CRITICAL CLOTHING CONTROL • NO grain texture on clothing • NO speckled shading on fabric • NO noise overlay on characters • NO painterly brush texture on clothes • Clothing rendered with clean solid blacks • Controlled ink line detail for folds • Hard graphic shadow shapes only • Texture restricted to background elements only Panel Rules (When Used in Comics) • Solid white panel borders • White or lightly textured background (unless specified otherwise) • Clean speech bubbles with bold comic lettering • No background texture bleeding into characters Character Integrity • Designs must remain consistent across panels • Even when seen from behind or side angle, silhouettes must match established design • Equipment must be clearly visible and readable • Secondary characters slightly lifted in tonal value if needed to separate from foreground Make The Clown sinister with a sinister laugh
Title: Starlight Notes Story: Haru, a shy high school boy, finds a mysterious notebook in the library. Whatever he writes in it comes true—but only at night under the stars. One evening, he writes, “I wish to talk to the cutest girl in school, Aoi.” To his surprise, under the starlit sky, Aoi appears in the school courtyard, smiling and asking, “Haru… did you write this?” Confused but enchanted, Haru discovers that Aoi is a magical girl who appears whenever someone’s wish is pure. Together, they share secret starlit adventures, laughing, studying, and sometimes accidentally causing tiny magical chaos at school. Through their nightly adventures, Haru and Aoi slowly fall in love, learning that sometimes the most ordinary days can become magical if shared with someone special. Ending: One night, Haru wishes for a normal school day with Aoi by his side. The next morning, Aoi appears in class—not under magic, but for real—smiling at him like she always had, proving that their love can exist both in magic and in reality.
Scene 1 – The Alarm Didn’t Ring 🖼️ Panel Description:
Close-up of a digital alarm clock showing 8:17 AM. Bright red numbers. School starts at 8:30. Morning sunlight blasting through bedroom window. Ren’s hand suddenly slams down onto the bed as he jolts awake. 🎭 Emotion:
Shock. Rare panic. 🌫️ Lighting:
Bright morning light flooding the room. 📌 Important Detail:
Ren without glasses here. His eyes look sharp and intense without them. 🎬 Scene 2 – Running Through Neighborhood 🖼️ Panel Description:
Wide shot of a quiet Japanese residential street. Houses, power lines, vending machines. Ren sprinting in school uniform, bag bouncing behind him. His tie slightly loose from rushing. 🎭 Emotion:
Focused but stressed. He hates being late. 🌫️ Lighting:
Crisp bright blue morning sky. 📌 Important Detail:
This should feel energetic and dynamic — motion blur on legs. 🎬 Scene 3 – First Sign of Malice 🖼️ Panel Description:
Ren running past a salaryman standing at a crosswalk. The man looks exhausted, staring blankly ahead. Around the man’s shoulders floats faint black smoky aura. Ren turns his head slightly while running. 🎭 Emotion:
Ren – alert, observant.
Salaryman – drained, emotionless. 🌫️ Lighting:
Normal daylight, but the dark aura slightly distorts the air around it. 📌 Important Detail:
The aura should look subtle but unnatural — like smoke that moves against the wind. 🎬 Scene 4 – The Street Feels Wrong 🖼️ Panel Description:
Ren slows down slightly as he runs through a busier intersection. Multiple people visible now — students, office workers. Several of them have darker, thicker Malice around them. Some have it trailing behind them like shadows stretching too long. 🎭 Emotion:
Ren’s expression shifts from annoyed to concerned. 🌫️ Lighting:
Still bright morning, but add faint shadow tones creeping into the corners of the panel. 📌 Important Detail:
This is unusual — normally only a few people have visible Malice. Today, there are many. This hints something is escalating. 🎬 Scene 5 – Close-Up: His Eyes Notice Everything 🖼️ Panel Description:
Close-up of Ren’s face while running. Wind pushing his hair back. In his pupils, reflections of dark smoke drifting through the crowd. 🎭 Emotion:
Subtle unease. He realizes something is off. 🌫️ Lighting:
Bright light on face, but reflection in eyes darker. 📌 Important Detail:
No glasses yet — his gaze looks sharper and more serious without them. 🎬 Scene 6 – A Student About to Rupture 🖼️ Panel Description:
A high school boy walking ahead of Ren. He’s clutching his chest slightly, looking irritated. Thick dark smoke is swirling violently around him — more aggressive than the others. The smoke twitches like it has claws. 🎭 Emotion:
The boy looks stressed and angry.
Ren looks alarmed. 🌫️ Lighting:
Slight shadow cast over this section of the sidewalk. 📌 Important Detail:
This Malice is unstable — it should look heavier, almost forming shape. 🎬 Scene 7 – The Almost Touch 🖼️ Panel Description:
Ren reaches out while still jogging and lightly bumps into the stressed student’s shoulder. The moment their shoulders touch— Black smoke flows rapidly from the student into Ren like it’s being vacuumed. 🎭 Emotion:
Ren winces slightly from the sudden intensity.
The other student looks confused, like a headache just disappeared. 🌫️ Lighting:
Brief dark flash effect around Ren’s chest. 📌 Important Detail:
Inside Ren’s chest area, faint dark swirl appears again — slightly bigger than before. 🎬 Scene 8 – Inside His Mind (Very Brief Flash) 🖼️ Panel Description:
Dark cathedral-like void. Massive chained shadow creature. A thin stream of smoke falls from above and merges into it. One chain rattles loudly. 🎭 Emotion:
Oppressive. Watching. 🌫️ Lighting:
Deep black with faint red glow from creature’s eyes. 📌 Important Detail:
This time the creature’s head slightly lifts. 🎬 Scene 9 – School Gates in View 🖼️ Panel Description:
Ren finally sees the school gates in the distance. Students flooding in. But above the school building… A faint dark haze hovering like a storm cloud. 🎭 Emotion:
Ren looks unsettled. 🌫️ Lighting:
Bright morning sky — but the haze above the school subtly darkens that area. 📌 Important Detail:
This is visual foreshadowing. The Malice concentration is strongest at school. 🎬 Scene 10 – He Puts On His Glasses 🖼️ Panel Description:
Close-up of Ren stopping just before entering school grounds. He pulls his glasses from his pocket and slowly puts them on. His expression becomes calm again. 🎭 Emotion:
Controlled. Composed. Mask on. 🌫️ Lighting:
Light reflects off lenses dramatically. 📌 Important Detail:
When the glasses settle on his face, the dark haze becomes slightly clearer in his vision — like focusing a lens. This suggests:
The glasses are a limiter and a focusing tool.
ACT 1 – The Illusion Jia Wen wakes up at 5AM every school day. She: Spends two hours grooming. Wears replica luxury items. Arrives early so no one sees her taking the bus. Leaves late so no one questions how she goes home. Her Instagram is curated carefully: OOTDs. Café shots. Luxury-inspired captions. Her classmates assume she’s rich. For the first time, she feels noticed. One day at the school café, a guy accidentally spills orange juice on her designer bag. She overreacts. Someone records it. The clip goes viral on TikTok: “Pretty girl with attitude over $4k bag.” People start searching for her Instagram. Her follower count explodes overnight. She feels powerful. For the first time— She thinks the lie might actually become real. ACT 2 – Exposure A comment appears: “That bag isn’t authentic.” Soon, an anonymous account posts comparison photos: Stitching flaws Logo misalignment Screenshots from Taobao listings More posts follow: Zoom-ins on every outfit. Breakdowns of every item. Her followers spike again—but now it’s mockery. In school: Whispers. Side glances. People stop talking when she walks past. Her best friend confronts her: “Why didn’t you just tell me?” The betrayal hurts more than the public humiliation. Then it escalates. The hate account posts: “Her dad drives Grab.” That breaks her. Not because it’s untrue— But because she never wanted her family dragged into her insecurity. ACT 3 – The Boy Who Stayed Ethan, the guy from the juice incident, starts sitting near her during lectures. Not dramatically. Just quietly. He never commented on the scandal. He knew the bag was fake. But he never said anything. One day she snaps at him: “You think this is funny?” He replies calmly: “No. I think you were scared.” They begin having small conversations. He reveals: Growing up rich didn’t mean freedom. He’s expected to take over the family business. Every relationship he’s had was influenced by money. He doesn’t see her as fake. He sees someone trying to survive social pressure. Their connection builds slowly. Through shared lunches. Late-night project work. Honest conversations. No dramatic flirting. Just understanding. CLIMAX – The Choice A mid-tier fashion brand reaches out to Jia Wen. They offer her a paid collaboration. Condition: Lean into the “luxury aesthetic.” She hesitates. At the same time, the hate account threatens to expose more about her family. She realises: If she keeps pretending, this cycle will never stop. So she does something unexpected. She goes live on Instagram. No filters. No luxury backdrop. She admits: The bags were fake. She wanted people to think she was rich. She was ashamed of her normal life. Then she says: “I thought if I looked expensive, I would feel worth more.” She posts a photo of: Her HDB block. Her dad’s car. Her mum’s uniform. Her followers drop. Silence. Resolution Days later, a small local thrift fashion brand reaches out. They don’t want luxury. They want authenticity. She begins rebuilding her page: Budget styling. Real student life. Honest captions. Her following grows slowly—but it’s real. Ethan confesses—not when she’s trending, but when she’s rebuilding quietly. “I liked you before the bag. I liked you after it disappeared too.” She asks him: “Why didn’t you expose me?” He answers: “Because I didn’t want to win by humiliating someone.” They don’t rush into a perfect romance. They start dating slowly. As equals. Without performance. Ending Theme The story ends with Jia Wen walking to school in daylight. No hiding. No leaving early. No staying late. Someone recognises her—not as the fake luxury girl. But as herself. And this time, she doesn’t look away.
A pleasant day in Swastik Residency, Thane. Children can be heard playing games in the Society playground. Amidst the Jolly mood of the society, A rather timid boy sits in the verandah glancing over his book, on the blissful interactions he sought after. Enter Archit, our main character. He was a bright boy and a quick learner. However, appearance-wise, He was just any other boy, you'd find every 2 doors. He would have loved to go play with others if not for his series of tests at his school soon. However, he had some friends who’d come to visit him & study with him. One of them was Jash, also known as "J wala Jash”. Archit hoped at least he would visit on this gloomy day, and so did he. Jash came in and started bothering Archit. He pulled him and asked him to stop being a bookworm for once. Archit was enraged, yet Jash had a point. It had been ages since he had a nice walk, so he agreed. Jash told him he had something to show Archit. Curious, yet nonchalant, they walked the length of their lodge all the way to the nearest elevator. But something was strange. Archit had never seen Jash so excited about something. The elevator dinged and they teetered out the apartment into the large open space. That’s when Archit realised Jash was dressed rather well for a normal day. A matte-brown corduroy over a pleasant white Tee. His trousers hung low yet went well with his outfit he had a musk essence coming off of him. While our man, well, he looked as if he had just woke up from a nightmare and wet his pants. Yet they trotted their way all the way through the society gates to the main road. Archit having not walked for a while, felt tired and uninterested in whatever Jash was so excited about. Jash took Archit to the famous “Tapas Ke Golgappe”. It was a Pani puri shop famous for its “Dhaakan Pani Puri”. Archit slightly annoyed asked the reason for visiting a Pani Puri shop, when he had so much work to do. Jash informed that they were waiting for someone, just a few more minutes. Jash convinced Archit to stay by buying him a ‘Golgappa’ plate while treating himself to Sev puri. While eating a golgappa, Archit saw a charming girl come over. She was gorgeous and stunning. Her smile kept his mouth gape open. Then all of a sudden, Jash took hold of her and introduced her to Archit as his girlfriend. Bamboozled, Archita choked on his golgappa and coughed the life out of him. The girl pitied and grinned at Archit's sorry state. The girl introduced herself as Paulami, Her voice, honey to Archit's ears. At that moment, Archit experienced something, he had never experienced before. his stomach. tickled and his face turned red. Her voice echoed in his ears and his face couldn't stop smiling. Jash & Paulami held each other's hands and started talking like lovebirds. The conversation could be interpreted as a script for a romantic movie. The more they talked, the closer they got. Even the reader could predict what was gonna happen next. Both the lovebirds leaned in for a kiss when it was interrupted by a loud, hoarse voice. from the owner Tapas, “DON'T DO THIS TAATI POTTY IN FRONT OF MY SHOP, DHAAKAN". Scared the shit out of them. The Trio ran all the way home never stopping once. Jash bid Archit farewell and led Paulami to his house. Archit walked back home, thinking of this Newfound feeling. Was it Love? Or was it Hormones? He could never know until they met again. The only thing he could focus on now was recovering from Tapas’ Trauma.
🟣 SCENE 1 — HINGE: THE FIRST MESSAGE Date: 17 September 2025 | Night Prompt: Vertical webtoon panel. Ameen lying on his bed in a dark room, ceiling fan shadows moving slowly. Phone light illuminates his face, eyes focused, slightly amused smile forming. Cut to second panel: Ayesha sitting cross-legged on her bed, confident posture, glasses slightly slipping down her nose, smirk on her lips as she types. Minimal background, focus on faces and phone glow. Details: Pencil sketch lines on hands and face Soft warm watercolor lighting Chat bubbles floating like thoughts Dialogue (optional): Ayesha: “So… are you actually interesting?” Ameen (thought): “Oh. She’s trouble.”
**Panel 1:** Shy girl with long hair holding books walking under cherry blossom trees at school **Panel 2:** Girl bumps into tall boy with dark hair, books falling, pink petals floating around them **Panel 3:** Close-up of their hands touching while reaching for the same book on the ground **Panel 4:** Both standing and blushing while looking away from each other, cherry blossoms falling
Nothing
6 hours of sleep. 8 hours at the workplace. average mood was neutral. read a book. no social activities. skipped lunch. no workout.
jujutsu kaisen, new character, whit ddark aura, entrance
PAGE 1 – SPLASH Wide establishing shot of Driftwood at night. Cozy tavern lights glow in the foreground, Fracture scar pulsing faintly in the purple sky above the town. Caption box top left: "In a fractured world, old friends sometimes find each other again… usually right before everything goes to hell."
Superhero story
Superhero story
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
the sister changes his borhter into a girl using a magic wand
Персонаж с картинки ремонтуючи електронні компоненти відкриває портал у інший вимір. Це світ Аніме
Panel 1: Woman in sweater sitting alone at café window seat with coffee Panel 2: Same woman younger in flashback at same seat with boyfriend Panel 3: Present woman touching empty chair across from her Panel 4: Woman smiling softly while writing in journal at the table
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.