Dog Manga

A beautiful women hot women walking on a street, she saw a dog and go near to it. She trying petting the dog. The dog was happy
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving. That was enough. After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here.
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving. That was enough. After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here.
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
this needs to be in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving. That was enough.
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
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.
story of 1 character donbosco of telling the the 2 character is the provincial of shillong province. don bosco was tekking him that the two salesian brothers needed more efforts in their and they need the accompaniment of many spiritual priests
Un profesor explicando a dos jovenes sobre la mecanica ysus ramas
📖 CRÔNICAS DOS REINOS ENTRELAÇADOS Volume 1 — Capítulo 1: O Céu Quebrado 20 páginas 🌓 PÁGINAS 1–2 (Splash Dupla) Arte: O céu literalmente rachando. Uma fissura colossal corta as nuvens. Três cores irradiam da fenda: verde, laranja, violeta. Silhuetas quase invisíveis nas nuvens: A Árvore-Mãe O Coração de Ferro Uma torre distante em Nocturne Narração: “Toda era termina da mesma forma. Primeiro… o céu se parte.” 🌓 PÁGINA 3 Quadros fragmentados, como vidro quebrado. Floresta queimando. Engrenagens esmagando corpos. Mãos esqueléticas emergindo do chão. Sem texto. 🌓 PÁGINA 4 Close no protagonista correndo em um vazio branco. Uma voz ecoa: “Você viu.” 🌓 PÁGINA 5 Ele para. O chão se transforma em raízes negras. Outra voz, metálica: “Você criou.” 🌓 PÁGINA 6 Sussurro grave: “Você libertou.” Três sombras o cercam. 🌓 PÁGINA 7 Ele acorda bruscamente. Respiração pesada. Suor. Quarto simples. Madrugada. Silêncio pesado. 🌓 PÁGINA 8 Ele percebe algo na mão. Um fragmento cristalino, pulsando nas três cores. Pequeno. Antigo. Ele não sabe de onde veio. 🌓 PÁGINA 9 Ele tenta largar o fragmento. Não consegue. Por um segundo, o quarto escurece. 🌓 PÁGINA 10 Corte externo. A vila dorme. Mas o céu pisca brevemente com as três cores. Ninguém parece notar. 🌓 PÁGINA 11 Manhã. Mercado simples. Pessoas comentam: “Os animais ficaram agitados ontem.” “Senti um peso estranho no ar.” O protagonista observa em silêncio. 🌓 PÁGINA 12 Um velho viajante encara o protagonista fixamente. Ele aponta para o fragmento. “Você também viu?” 🌓 PÁGINA 13 Close no velho. “A Eclipse das Almas não é mito.” Ele menciona três reinos: Eldoria Ferronis Nocturne 🌓 PÁGINA 14 O protagonista pergunta: “O que é isso?” O velho responde: “É o começo… ou o erro.” 🌓 PÁGINA 15 O fragmento esquenta. O velho se afasta, assustado. 🌓 PÁGINA 16 O protagonista vê por um segundo: A Árvore-Mãe chorando seiva negra. Pisca. Volta ao normal. 🌓 PÁGINA 17 Visão rápida: O Coração de Ferro abrindo um “olho” mecânico. Pisca. Desaparece. 🌓 PÁGINA 18 Visão final: Um selo rachando em Nocturne. Algo respira atrás dele. 🌓 PÁGINA 19 O fragmento se eleva levemente no ar. Forma um símbolo antigo. Pessoas ao redor não veem. Só ele vê. 🌓 PÁGINA 20 (Splash Final) O céu acima da vila racha por um segundo. Muito sutil. Mas real. Narração final: “O destino não escolhe heróis. Ele escolhe pontos de ruptura.” Preto. 🎭 Função do Capítulo Introduzir o mistério. Conectar protagonista aos três reinos. Estabelecer que algo já foi iniciado. Criar sensação de inevitabilidade. Nada foi explicado completamente. E isso é intencional. Mistério bem feito é tensão sustentada.
Role / Style Instruction (keep at top): You are a professional black-and-white manga artist illustrating a finished manga page. Follow panel composition, camera direction, tone, and pacing exactly. Do not redesign characters or alter story content. PAGE GOAL Establish a calm fantasy village where magic is ordinary, subtly introduce social distance around the main character, and clearly define his relaxed, grounded personality. The page should feel warm and normal, with an underlying sense of quiet separation. PAGE LAYOUT One large horizontal establishing panel at the top Two stacked panels beneath it Clean gutters Natural left-to-right reading flow No extreme angles, no dramatic effects PANEL 1 — ESTABLISHING THE WORLD Wide village street in the morning. Warm light. Lived-in fantasy environment. Show everyday magic, treated as routine: A baker flicks a small controlled flame from his fingertip like striking a match Water floats smoothly into jars, shaping itself gently A woman calmly pulls glowing thread from thin air; it spins briefly before wrapping neatly onto a spool No one reacts to the magic. This is normal life. Dialogue placement (light, unobtrusive): Villager 1: “Morning already? Wind’s lively today.” Villager 2 (smiling): “Better than yesterday. Fire mage nearly burned the stall again.” Magic should feel subtle and practical, not flashy. PANEL 2 — THE WATCHING EYES Kaisen Lorenin walks down the street with dual swords crossed on his back. He is centered, walking calmly. Villagers are half-hidden: Faces peeking from doorways and windows Eyes visible before mouths Whispering posture Composition should isolate Kaisen within the crowd. Dialogue (small, quiet speech bubbles): Villager 3 (whispering): “That’s Lorenin’s boy.” Villager 4: “He got time magic, right?” Villager 3: “…Yeah. Something like that.” PANEL 3 — KAISEN’S RESPONSE Close-medium, three-quarter view of Kaisen. Relaxed posture Genuine, casual smile Small wave No visible magic Clean background with fewer villagers This panel belongs entirely to him. Dialogue: Kaisen: “Morning.” CHARACTER NOTES (DO NOT ALTER) Kaisen Lorenin: calm, approachable, grounded, no visible magic use Dual swords on his back at all times No dramatic expressions yet TONE & STYLE Black and white manga style Clean linework Minimal effects Subtle shading Realistic proportions Calm pacing Magic integrated into daily life IMPORTANT CONSTRAINTS Do NOT add extra characters Do NOT change dialogue Do NOT add dramatic magic effects Do NOT make villagers openly hostile Do NOT change panel layout This page should feel peaceful, normal, and quietly distant.
Um jovem talento da base do pxg jogando o sub 17 pela França contra a Inglaterra
DUAS CRIANÇAS DE 8 ANOS INDO PARA A ESCOLA. A MENINA COMENTA QUE ESTÁ COM DOR DE DENTE, E O MENINO DIZ QUE TEVE A VISITA DE UMA DENTISTA ESCOLA E ENSINOU QUE PARA NÃO TERMOS DOR DE DENTES, PRECISAMOS ESCOVAR OS DENTES 3 VEZES AO DIA APÓS AS REFEIÇÕES E NUNCA ESQUECE DE DORMIR COM OS DENTES LIMPOS. DISSE TAMBÉM QUE PRECISAMOS TER UMA ALIMENTAÇÃO SAUDÁVEL, NÃO COMER MUITO DOCE E QUE PRECISAMOS VISITAR O DENTISTA A CADA 6 MESES. A MENINA DIZ QUE TEM MEDO DE DENTISTA, MAS O MENINO A ENCORAJA.
PAGE 1 : L'ambiance (Le calme avant la tempête) Case 1 (Plan d'ensemble - Très large) : Une vue panoramique d'une ville immense mais détruite. Des gratte-ciels éventrés, des lianes partout. Le ciel est gris, lourd. SFX : VUUUUUU (Le vent qui souffle). Case 2 (Plan moyen) : Zoom sur une ruelle sombre encombrée de débris. On voit une silhouette encapuchonnée de dos qui marche. C'est JIN. SFX : CRIC... CRAC... (Bruits de pas sur du verre). Case 3 (Gros plan) : Focus sur la main de Jin. Elle est humaine, mais elle tient un appareil étrange qui bip (un détecteur). SFX : Bip... Bip... Case 4 (Gros plan visage) : On voit le bas du visage de Jin. Il sourit légèrement. JIN : "Bingo."
Page 1-2: Preparing for Eid Scene: The girls are sitting in the living room, talking about Eid " Meg: "I am so excited for Eid, but I feel sad for people who don't have enough ".Jo: "Yes... some children might not get any gifts or food "?Beth: "Maybe we can do something small to help them "?Meg: "What if we make them happy with little presents or sweets ".Jo: "That sounds nice! We can plan it together "Mom: "Ilove your idea, girls. Eid is not just for receiving, it's also for giving Page 3-4: Planning Scene: The girls discuss what each will do "Meg: "I think I can bake some sweets and share them "?Jo: "I will make some simple toys for the children. What do you think "Beth: "I have old clothes that I don't use. I can give them too "Meg: "That's perfect! Everyone can do something ". Jo: "Yes, we will make a small gift for each child "Mom:"| will collect all your gifts, and we can go together to give them Page 5-6: Working Together .Scene: The girls are busy preparing their gifts and food "!Meg: " like baking sweets, it smells so good ". Jo: "Making toys is fun, but I hope they will like them "Beth: "'m folding the clothes nicely. I hope they feel warm "Meg: "'m so happy we are doing this together ". Jo: "Yes, working together makes it even more fun "Beth: "Seeing them happy will make our Eid even better Page 7-8: Distributing Gifts Scene: Outside, the family gives food and gifts to the children "Beth: "Look at their smiles! They are so happy "Meg: "I feel so good giving them sweets "Jo: "It's amazing to see their faces light up ".Mom: "The joy of giving is much bigger than receiving "Meg: "I didn't know helping others could feel this wonderful "!Jo: "Yes... this is the real spirit of Eid Page 9-10: Returning Home .Scene: The girls walk home, feeling proud and happy "!Jo: "This is the best Eid I have ever had "Meg: "I agree. It feels better than any big gift ".Beth: "I want to do this every year *Mom: "That is the true meaning of Eid, helping others "Meg: " will always remember this feeling of joy "!Jo: "Next year, we can do even more Page 11-12: Ending Scene: The family sits for Eid breakfast, happy and laughing "Beth: "We should always help those in need "Meg: "Yes, let's make it a family tradition ".Jo: "A part of every Eid will go to the poor from now on "Mom: "I am proud of you girls. Giving makes Eid brighter for everyone "Meg: " love our family's Eid plan Jo: "And Ilove seeing everyone smile
A Guy name Gojo Soju, a high jujutsu sorcerer that are Gojo clan. Currently need Find a girlfriend and want to Find Strongest sorcerer. (Make manga for me, Strongest other than gojo Satoru ,it's gojo soju (the birth of Strongest). (Do the timeline with current manga Jujutsu Kaisen Modulo))
yuuka zenin do clã zenin um clã renomados de feiticeiros jujutsu que tem como principal técnica a invocação das dez sombras que são shikigamis cada um com sua especialidade yuuka zenin tem um irmão chamado tsurugi que têm como técnica a restrição celestial que foca em trazer o potencial físico do seu corpo ao extremo para lutar de igual pra igual contra maldições
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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
Your manga is a quiet, emotional slice-of-life story that explores loneliness, grief, and healing through subtle moments and atmosphere. The story follows Erikku, a withdrawn teenage boy who feels emotionally empty after losing someone important from his past. Although life around him continues as normal—school routines, classmates’ laughter, everyday noise—Erikku feels disconnected, as if even the sky above him has fallen silent. The silent sky serves as a powerful symbol throughout the story, representing Erikku’s inner emptiness, unresolved pain, and words left unspoken. His refuge is the school rooftop, a place filled with memories of happier days and a person he once shared deep connection with. This rooftop becomes a space where past and present quietly overlap. The story begins to change when Esutā, a calm and observant girl, appears. Unlike others, she notices the silence Erikku lives in. She does not approach him with pity or forceful encouragement; instead, she listens and acknowledges the quiet he carries. Esutā’s presence introduces warmth and understanding, suggesting that silence is not always absence—but sometimes a pause, waiting for someone brave enough to speak. As Erikku and Esutā share moments under the same sky, subtle changes occur: a breeze begins to move, clouds slowly drift, and the atmosphere softens. These small shifts symbolize emotional healing and the return of hope. The story focuses on inner thoughts, gentle dialogue, and visual storytelling rather than dramatic action. Overall, your manga is a poetic coming-of-age narrative about loss, human connection, and emotional recovery. It highlights that healing does not happen instantly, but through shared silence, understanding companionship, and the quiet courage to open one’s heart again.
"Ek futurist college mein, do alag-alag group ke students takraate hain. Ek high-tech hacker hai, aur doosra martial arts expert. Unke beech shuru hoti hai ek teevra dushmani, jismein bade-bade robots aur hidden powers bhi shaamil hain. Kya ve kabhi dost banenge ya hamesha ke liye dushman rahenge?" ​(In a futuristic college, students from two rival groups clash. One is a high-tech hacker, the other a martial arts expert. A fierce rivalry begins between them, involving giant robots and hidden powers. Will they ever become friends or remain enemies forever?)
Character 1 looks out over the other characters before him. Character 1 mockingly says, "My, my, my... look at all the brave heroes assembled to face me." Defiant expressions appear on characters 2, 3 and 4's faces. Character 1 arrogantly says; "Show me what the City of Tueri can do."
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.
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.
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.
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
FEATURE I — Foundations of a Movement Project Foundations & Ethical Community Partnerships Our year began where all great stories do — on the ground. Core teams were formed across Zimbabwe, Uganda, Kenya and regional media hubs, with contracts, TORs, and workflow structures firmly established. Early engagement with Indigenous partners — including the Tjwa community and others — ensured ethical collaboration, transparent consent, and storytelling shaped with communities, not about them.
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
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.
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 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.
Shadow of Justice is a dark, psychological manga set in a city where crime once thrived under a broken legal system. When a mysterious figure wearing a devil mask emerges, criminals begin disappearing one by one. Unlike the law, he does not arrest, judge, or forgive—he eradicates crime entirely. As fear spreads, the city transforms into a place of absolute order and uneasy peace, where crime drops to zero and citizens are forced to question whether safety achieved through terror can still be called justice. A lone police officer investigates the phenomenon, torn between duty and the undeniable results. The story explores morality, justice, fear, and responsibility, building toward a chilling conclusion where the devil mask is quietly put away, leaving behind a city forever changed. Not all justice acts in the light.
Han Seojun is a quiet photography major who hates crowds but loves observing people through a lens. Online, he runs a faceless late-night stream under the name “VelvetRoom.” He doesn’t show his face. He doesn’t share personal details. He doesn’t do requests. He performs slowly, sensually, like he’s teasing someone specific. And someone always watches. Username: Locke. Never chats. Never spams. Never begs. Just tips. And waits.
"Act as an expert manga critic and historian. I am looking for a recommendation that surpasses 'Dragon Ball' specifically in the category of World-Building and Narrative Depth. I want a series that offers a sense of 'Epic Adventure' but with significantly tighter writing and richer lore. Please find me 3 manga series that meet these strict criteria: Interconnected World: The locations, history, and politics must matter. Unlike Dragon Ball (where new planets are just backdrops for fighting), I want a world that feels alive, with its own economy, history, and factions. Long-term Payoffs: The story should reward close reading. I want foreshadowing that pays off hundreds of chapters later (similar to the 'One Piece' style of storytelling). Expanded Cast Depth: Side characters must have their own arcs and motivations, rather than just waiting for the main hero to save them. For each recommendation, please provide: The 'Hook': What makes the world unique? The Complexity Rating: Is it easy to get into, or does it require heavy reading? Status: Is it finished or ongoing?