Brooding Protagonist Manga

I about a boy o lives to play
A beautiful young woman walking in the rain through a busy city street
A young witch tries to hide from the Inquisition in a dark forest
a witch was travel around forest, when suddenly theres a snake
Panel 1 (Large Panel) Wide view of a dusty village cricket ground. Kids playing cricket with broken stumps. Text Box: "In a small village in India…" Panel 2 A teenage boy swinging a bat powerfully. Text Box: "One boy dreams bigger than anyone else." Panel 3 (Close-up) Boy smiling confidently. Dialogue: Arjun: “One day… I’ll become the greatest cricket player in the world!”
The mistress becomes a dangerous demoness
Character 1 flies up into the air suddenly, making character 2 look up in shock. character 3 jumps behind character 2, a determined look on her face.
Fais-le pour moi. Il y a deux personnages, Salman et Luke. Ils sont amis. Dans une scène, on voit un lycée. Salman et Luke discutent en classe, et soudain, ils aperçoivent un épais brouillard par la fenêtre. De ce brouillard surgit un monstre terrifiant.
Blond men staring at the castle from far away (medieval)
Un jeune garçon de 12 ans qui porte un t shirt blanc et un short noir
The story is about an 8-year-old young girl who finds herself on a mysterious island and she finds that there is not alot of food and her stomach starts growling and she knew she was starting to get hungry as she knew her stomach wouldnt stop after it did its first stomach growl. So she found this tree which grows these special fruits which after she eats one of the fruits to fill her still empty tummy she finds that she was transforming into a monster of some kind as she was growing bigger and her hair was growing longer and rapidly covering her eyes plus she could feel her stomach become more toned as the transformation continued until it stopped and she noticed her new looks and body while looking in the lake near the tree that she got the fruits from. The girl now bigger would use her new body to build herself a temporary shelter within a cave where she would stay as the effects would wear off and she would slowly become younger and would eventually return to her 8-year old self with her toned stomach and longer hair being a reminder of her previous transformation.
The World's Finest Aristocrat was Reincarnated as an Assassin
Mladý chlapec Kubko sa vyberie do Vysokých Tatier, kde objavuje vysokohorské rastlina ako kosodrevina, lomikamen, horec a plesnivec alpinsky a vysokohorske zivocichy ako svišť, kamzík a orol. Zisťuje ako je možné, že dokážu prežiť v takých podmienkach. Vieš mi vytvoriť pribeh pre ziakov 5 rocnika aby mali v komixe zahrnutu tuto temu vysokohorské rastliny a zivocichy
yury era a reencarnação da besta mais temida, o bapihomit, algo que o próprio não sabia e sempre questiona o que acontecia quando ela se estressava muito, seu pai dizia que era devido que ele ativava a adrenalina e entrava em estado de flow, ela nunca acreditou nisso e buscou estudar isso, se formando em química
Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only. Panel 1: Wide cinematic shot of Arcadia Sovereign Academy, a gigantic ultra-modern school complex on an artificial island at sunrise. Sleek towers, bridges, and a huge exam building, with crowds of nervous teenagers in school uniforms lining up outside for the entrance exam. In the foreground, one boy stands out: Kanzaki Reo, a confident first-year candidate with messy dark-gold hair and sharp amber eyes, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and slightly amused while everyone else looks tense. Big caption at the top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – where future rulers are chosen.” Manga style, clean shounen lineart, high contrast, dynamic composition.
As she walks, she stumbles over a loose stone and falls to the ground, her hair flowing around her face and her expression a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
Một ngày đẹp trời ở Kivotos, sensei đi dạo cùng với Hina, vừa đi vừa trog chuyện. “Sensei, em có điều này muốn nói.” “Điều gì vậy em?” “Về chuyện có liên quan đến Trung học Abydos.” “Abydos có chuyện gì à?’ “Hình như chuyện này cũng có Hoshino bị liên lụy.” “Hina...em có chắc không vậy?” “Em không chắc cho lắm nhưng chắc chắn có kẻ đang cố nhắm đến Abydos.” Sensei đứng trầm ngâm suy nghĩ một lúc lâu. Nhận thấy sensei như vậy. Hina nói: “Thầy đừng kể chuyện này với bất kỳ ai ở Abydos, đặc biệt là Hoshino vì nếu biết thì em ấy sẽ hành động cực kỳ nguy hiểm.” “Vậy à...” Tối hôm đó, sensei ở lại trường. Đêm ấy, trường học vắng lặng. Sensei ngồi một mình trong phòng giáo viên, ánh đèn vàng hắt xuống trang giấy trắng. Bên ngoài, gió sa mạc thổi qua khung cửa, mang theo hơi nóng khô khốc. Trong lòng Sensei, lời cảnh báo của Hina cứ vang vọng: Abydos đang bị nhắm đến… nhưng chưa rõ bởi ai. “Có lẽ mình phải giữ kín chuyện này. Các em… vẫn còn quá ngây thơ để gánh nặng này.” Sensei khẽ thở dài, tựa lưng vào ghế. Đêm trôi qua chậm chạp, như muốn thử thách sự kiên nhẫn. Rồi bình minh đến. Ánh nắng đầu ngày rọi xuống cổng trường, xua đi bóng tối của đêm qua. Sensei khoác áo, bước ra sân, và như thường lệ, lại đến lớp cùng các em học sinh Abydos. Sáng hôm sau, ánh nắng sa mạc rọi xuống cổng Abydos. Sensei bước vào, đôi giày để lại dấu hằn trên lớp cát nóng. “Sensei!” – Shiroko vẫy tay, nụ cười trong trẻo như xua tan cái nắng gắt. Serika thì cau có: “Thầy đến muộn rồi đó, em chờ mãi để hỏi bài tập.” Nonomi ôm chồng sách cao ngất, vừa đi vừa lẩm bẩm: “Hôm nay phải dọn thư viện nữa…” Ayane chỉnh lại kính, khẽ nói: “Sensei, hôm nay em có bản báo cáo muốn thầy xem.” Hoshino khoác tay sau đầu, ngáp dài: “Thầy đến rồi à… vậy thì hôm nay em sẽ nghỉ ngơi thêm chút nữa.” Sensei mỉm cười, nhìn từng gương mặt quen thuộc. Trong lòng, nỗi lo về lời Hina vẫn còn đó, nhưng trước mắt Sensei chỉ thấy một gia đình nhỏ đang cố gắng sống sót giữa sa mạc khắc nghiệt. Ngày nào cũng vậy, Sensei cùng các em đi tuần quanh trường, dạy thêm vài bài học, hoặc đơn giản chỉ ngồi nghe các em kể chuyện. Những khoảnh khắc ấy khiến Sensei cảm thấy Abydos không chỉ là một ngôi trường, mà là một nơi để bảo vệ bằng cả sinh mạng. Lại một đêm nữa sensei ở lại trường. Dường như sensei đã quá quen với việc ngủ lại ở trường thay vì đi về nhà cách trường đoạn khá xa và phải đứng rất lâu để chờ xe buýt. Nhưng đêm nay sensei cảm thấy khung cảnh có gì đó hơi khác thường mặc dù ngôi trường vẫn im lặng về đêm như cũ. Sensei mở cửa sổ phòng và nhìn lên bầu trời đêm và nhận ra trên trời không có lấy một ngôi sao nào. Semsei lúc này cảm thấy như có gì đó đang theo dõi mình từ xa dù cả Kivotos đã tắt đèn và không có lấy một bóng dáng ai trên những con đường. Sensei khẽ khép cửa sổ, nhưng ngay lúc ấy, một âm thanh nhỏ vang lên từ sân trường. Tiếng kim loại va chạm, hay tiếng bước chân rất khẽ? Sensei lặng người, tim đập nhanh hơn. “Có ai… ở đây sao?” Nhưng khi nhìn xuống, sân trường vẫn tối đen, không một bóng người. Sensei khẽ nhíu mày. Đêm nay, có gì đó thật sự khác thường.
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
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
michael kaiser from bluelock with cape blowing in the wind
The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth. He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment. Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson. “Morning, Shane! Morning, Steel!” Mathew chirped
🌌 ASTRAL SOVEREIGN Episode 1 — “The Star That Fell” COLD OPEN EXT. NIGHT SKY – MOUNTAIN RANGE A vast star-filled sky stretches above jagged mountains. Wind moves slowly through drifting clouds. A distant meteor streaks across the sky. NARRATOR (V.O.) In a world where summoners bind creatures from distant realms… power determines the fate of kingdoms. The meteor grows brighter as it cuts across the night. NARRATOR (V.O.) For centuries, summoners have commanded spirits, beasts, and ancient entities beyond imagination. The meteor begins to fracture. Thousands of tiny glowing fragments scatter like falling stars. NARRATOR (V.O.) But once in a thousand years… the stars choose a sovereign. SCENE 1 EXT. CLIFFSIDE – NIGHT A lone figure stands on a cliff overlooking a vast valley. This is CIEL DOR. Silver-white hair moves in the wind. His long black coat flows behind him. He watches the sky. CIEL (quietly) That star… The meteor explodes into a brilliant cosmic flare. Suddenly— The constellations begin shifting. The sky rearranges itself into a glowing circular pattern. SCENE 2 CLOSE-UP – CIEL’S HAND A glowing ASTRAL SIGIL appears on his right hand. Blue light pulses through his arm. CIEL (startled) What…? The sigil spreads glowing energy. Wind erupts around him. SCENE 3 SKY ABOVE THE CLIFF The clouds form a massive summoning circle spanning the sky. Cosmic light pours downward. NARRATOR (V.O.) The Astral Realm had sensed its ruler. A deep mysterious voice echoes through the air. MYSTERIOUS VOICE (V.O.) The Sovereign has returned. Ciel looks around, confused. CIEL Who said that? SCENE 4 SUMMONING EVENT A glowing portal opens behind Ciel. Stars swirl inside it like a galaxy. Energy bursts outward. Ciel turns slowly. A massive silhouette appears within the portal. Heavy footsteps echo. SCENE 5 REVEAL – LYRA A gigantic CELESTIAL WOLF emerges. Its body is made of glowing stars and cosmic light. Particles drift from its fur like falling stardust. Ciel stares in shock. CIEL A… summon? The wolf steps forward. It lowers its massive head. Then kneels before him. SCENE 6 CIEL AND LYRA Ciel slowly raises his hand. He gently touches Lyra’s head. CIEL Why… are you bowing? Lyra speaks telepathically. LYRA (V.O.) Because you are the Astral Sovereign. Ciel’s eyes widen. CIEL Astral… Sovereign? SCENE 7 WIDE SHOT – CLIFF Ciel stands beside the massive celestial wolf beneath the starry sky. The summoning circle fades slowly. NARRATOR (V.O.) On that night, the heavens themselves chose their ruler. Lyra lifts its head and howls. The stars flare brightly across the sky. FINAL SCENE EXT. SKY – NIGHT The constellations shine brighter than ever. Far away… A dark crack forms in the sky. NARRATOR (V.O.) But every light casts a shadow. Deep within a distant dimension— A pair of red glowing eyes open in darkness. NARRATOR (V.O.) And the Void was beginning to stir. END OF EPISODE TEXT ON SCREEN: ASTRAL SOVEREIGN TO BE CONTINUED
Kaoruko Waguri trying to impress his crush by becoming hyper muscular girl
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.
young boy has to decide a career to follow when completes 16. Between Wizard, Knight, Hunter, Assassin, Monk, Healer, Necromancer or Crusader. He decides to be a Healer, but he is really overpowering. On his journey he founds couple friends that helps him to create a guild and build a whole castle that needs to be protected against wars from others players
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.
주인공이 소파에 누워 성의 없이 스마트폰 자판을 툭툭 치는 모습. 화면에는 "ㄱㄱㄱㄱㄱ"가 가득함. "아, 귀찮은데... 일단 대충 채워서 포인트만 받자!" (효과음: 타닥타닥) [단순 반복 금지] 의미 없는 자음/모음, 특수문자 나열은 반려 대상입니다.
Black and white manga-style illustration of a young male character falling forward from a tall building, body positioned almost horizontally, not vertical. The character is leaning forward mid-air, as if being thrown off balance, with one arm stretched forward and the other trailing behind, legs angled backward. Camera angle is side view / three-quarter view, positioned parallel to the character, not top-down. His hair flows backward due to air resistance, eyes wide in shock, mouth open. The cityscape appears far below and slightly blurred to emphasize height and motion. Strong speed lines flowing backward only. Clean monochrome manga lineart, dramatic perspective. A white speech bubble near his head contains the text: “Ah, Shit.” Negative prompt: vertical falling pose, skydiving pose, spread arms, T-pose, front-facing fall, top-down camera, floating pose, superhero landing, arms fully extended sideways
close-up of the young man touching his head, tired eyes looking down, subtle sadness, soft lighting, calm manga tone, inner monologue bubble thought bubble text: “That dream again…” final manga panel, calm composition, empty space for narration box narration box text: “That same dream. It’s already the third time this week.”
A parasaurid with yellow eyes and black stripes on its back.
a 15 year old boy name Rylo is training in the woods outside of his village he is shooting targets with his his fire by manipulating his fire magic and shaping it to a bow n arrow rylos has greyish short air and his adoptive brother halo who is black with dreadlocks with purple tips on the end of his hair and a diamond black birth mark under his right eye halo his helping his adoptive mother rebecca with dinner in the kitchen Rebecca has blond hair with teal blue eyes she is also thick
Una joven estudiante de secundaria recibe el poder magico del agua al romper un sello antiguo de demonios, al hacerlo un joven mitad demonio le ayudara a restaurar el sello que rompio
I want to make a manga about a mysterious tower appearing in Somalia during what was supposed to be a calm night. There was a city glowing under the night sky. The streetlights were shining brightly, lighting up the roads. Cars moved steadily through the streets, their headlights cutting through the warm air. It was an unusually hot night. Samiira suddenly woke up, feeling thirsty. She got out of bed to drink some water. As she walked back toward her room, she paused and whispered, “Why is the weather so hot tonight?” Curious, she walked to the window and looked outside. Her eyes widened. “Alla… waxaas maxaa wye?” she said softly. In the distance, something impossible stood against the skyline. At the same time, Hassan and Mowliid, two close friends, were walking home after playing football at the Champions field. Laughing and talking about the game, they suddenly stopped. They saw it too.
Персонаж з картинки підходить до будинку з написом "robocode", він хвилюється і дивиться на запрошення в руках до ціїє школи програмування та робототехніки. Зайшовши в школу, він бачить багато щасливих дітей, які програмують і роблять роботів. Персонаж радісно каже: "Нарешті я знайшов місце, де буду вчитись з радістю!"
Akari is the quiet librarian of this hidden archive. One day, a boy named Leo comes in looking for a "lost letter." He’s a regular, and Akari has a massive crush on him, but she stays professional.
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 in the right hand and a broken chain with the left with the original pose.
6 year old blonde girl with wearing a blue hairband with ribbon on top, wearing blue denim pinafore dress, underneath a white top, and white high knee socks with light blue ribbons.
Um jovem talento da base do pxg jogando o sub 17 pela França contra a Inglaterra
Eren wakes up in a familiar city, but something feels wrong. The road he walks every day is still there. His old apartment still stands. But no one can see him. He calls out to people. No one responds. He looks at himself in the mirror—his reflection is blurred, as if he never existed. As night falls, Eren discovers something far worse: Others like him—those who were forgotten—are emerging from the shadows. And they are staring straight at him.
i need a cover art with the four i want the series to be called (fractured kingdoms) have them all preforming on circus balls
un jeune garcon qui trouve une pière prescieuse dans une grosse montagne pour devenir le roi de son village
A young man from Australia named Liam, Is travelling to Japan on a student exchange program. He meets up with his old Japanese friend Shota who acts as his guide at the new japanese high school. Liam tries to be cheerful and friendly to everyone. But he's soon overwhelmed with how strict and formal Japanese high schools really are.