Fantasy Town Manga

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creer moi une fille aux cheveux rouge
SCI fi , phantasia
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.
A young woman named Mika who gets turned into the Venus de Milo
seorang pemuda yang menyukai sejarah kembali ke masa lalu dan menemukan varian multiversenya yang berada di jaman abad pertengahan dengan nasionalitas berbeda dan menemukan jika ingin kembali diharuskan menemukan artefak legendaris dari 3 kembarannya
Panel 1 Wide shot: A vast noble bedchamber under low candlelight. Lord Michael Fortinbras, his wife, the priestess concubine, and the woodcutter girl all lie beneath the same tangled sheets in the great bed. Their state of undress and the disordered bedding make the situation clear without lingering on it. Fortinbras is already asleep, snoring heavily. SFX: GRRRHHH… KHHH… Caption: The lord slept soundly, as though nothing in the chamber could trouble him. Panel 2 Closer shot: The woodcutter girl lies awake near the edge of the bed, clutching the blanket close to herself. Her face is tense and exhausted. In the background, the wife lies silent with eyes closed, unmoving, while the priestess concubine stares upward in weary thought. Woodcutter (small text): “…Are you awake?” Panel 3 Priestess close-up: She turns her head slightly toward the woodcutter. Priestess: “Yes.” Panel 4 Two-shot: The woodcutter keeps her voice low so as not to wake either Lord Fortinbras or the wife. Woodcutter: “Do you still believe?” Priestess: “…In what?” Panel 5 Woodcutter close-up: Her expression is bitter, wounded, and searching. Woodcutter: “In God.” “In justice.” “In anything beyond men like him.” Panel 6 Medium shot: Fortinbras’s huge sleeping form dominates the background; the women are smaller beneath the sheets in the foreground. Woodcutter: “We are made to share his bed whenever he desires.” “He sleeps in comfort.” “And we lie here as though our will means nothing.” “So tell me…” “What kind of God watches that and stays silent?” Panel 7 Priestess close-up: Shadow crosses her face. Priestess: “There was a time I would have answered easily.” “I would have spoken of trials, of divine order, of justice beyond this world.” Panel 8 Half-panel: The priestess looks toward the dark canopy above. Priestess: “But such words sound different here.” “They are lighter in a temple…” “…than in a lord’s bed.” Panel 9 Woodcutter close-up: Her jaw tightens. Woodcutter: “Then God is weak.” Panel 10 Priestess turns to face her fully. Priestess: “Or distant.” “Or silent.” “Or perhaps men commit cruelty and call it their right, because no one dares deny them.” Panel 11 Three-woman composition: The wife is now visibly awake, listening in silence, though she says nothing. The priestess and woodcutter remain the focus. Woodcutter: “Then we are powerless.” “Even with God.” Priestess: “For now.” “Faith does not unmake cruel men.” “It does not break a lord’s power in a single night.” “The powerless endure by learning where power lives… and waiting for it to crack.” Panel 12 Final wide panel: All four remain in the same bed beneath the heavy blankets—Fortinbras asleep and oblivious, the wife silent and unreadable, the priestess grim, the woodcutter staring into darkness. SFX: GRRRHHH… Priestess: “Do not mistake silence for approval.” “The heavens may be silent…” “…but silence is not surrender.” Caption: And so the night endured beneath one man’s shadow, while three women measured the cost of living under it.
Encounter between the three characters: BBB is the demon of Gluttony Devilun is the demon of sloth Kupyadel is the angel of love
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.
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.
Um anjo de seis asas que reza pela paz e esperança.
a witch was travel around forest, when suddenly theres a snake
the sister changes his borhter into a girl using a magic wand
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.
Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .Levi is vampire . The door opened and I looked in the mirror,I look who came. so I knew who was standing behind me. "Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe years." Mia beep quietly. "Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly. "When did you remember your previous life?" Levi asks and Miu already smiling. "Five years ago Levi." LEVI grits his teeth. "I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate." I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes. "In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell." A tear falls from my eye. "Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject." I say and he straightens up. "What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise. "Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here." He nods and grabs my hand. "I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together." He squeezes my hand even tighter.
RISE ABOVE THE CLOUDS PANEL:1 Morning sky,soft golden clouds Narattor:Every sky begins with a sunrise … and every hero begins with a doubt Tharaneesh: what if I’m not strong enough? PANEL:2 Sarveswaran flying beside him Sarveswaran:strength isn’t power .its belief PANEL:3 Broken sky bridge hanging between clouds . Narrator :the sky bridge collapse leaving many clouds villagers trapped Villages :helping us ! PANEL:4 Tharaneesh looks down nervous Tharaneesh : its too for .... I might fall PANEL:5 Sarveswaran places a hand on his shoulder Sarveswaran :courage is talking the step anyway PANEL:6 Tharaneesh leeds-light sorrounds SFX :SHINE ! NARATTOR :The movements he believed, the sky responds PANEL:7 Sky bridge reforms with glowing Villagers :you did it PANEL:8 Tharaneesh smiles , standing taller Tharaneesh :I guess I was strong all alone . FINAL PANEL Both heroes watching the sunset Narattor:when you rise above fear ,you didn’t just touch the sky
🔹 BÖLÜM 1 – SESSİZLİKTEN ÖNCE Scene 1 Panel 1 (Wide Panel) Night cityscape. Flickering streetlights. Long shadows stretch across buildings. Narration Box: “Some nights feel heavier than others. Even silence holds tension.” Panel 2 (Wide Panel) Three figures standing on a rooftop, overlooking the city. Panel 3 (Close-up – Polat) Muscular body, clenched fists, calm but intense eyes. Thought Bubble (Polat): This city… something’s wrong again. Panel 4 (Medium Shot – Yigit) Glasses reflecting light, hands in pockets. Speech Bubble (Yigit): “Even the wind changed direction.” Panel 5 (Medium Shot – Arda) Standing at the edge, hair moving in the wind, eyes glowing slightly. Speech Bubble (Arda): “This city isn’t the same anymore.” Panel 6 (Close-up – Yigit adjusting glasses) Speech Bubble (Yigit): “Nothing stays the same.” “But some things can still be controlled.” Panel 7 (Close-up – Polat) Speech Bubble (Polat): “That’s why we’re here.” Panel 8 (Silent Panel) Metallic sound echoes from afar. SFX: CLANG…
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 3 characters stand silently atop a large basin overlooking a sprawling city below them. Dark storm clouds are at the outskirts of the city. Lighting cracks as it bears down upon the city.
Astid stood as a giantess while hiccup, being tiny, was climbing up Astrids boot. Astrid remarks that he won't have his dragon all the time, and that if he wants to get back to normal he better reach her shoulder quick
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.
Miu is girl and Levi is boy . I need colored manga "I'll be fine." Miu drink more Levi blood than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm Levi health. Levi picked Miu up before Miu passed out. A few days later Miu woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping in chair close to bed. Miu moved a little and it woke Levi up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." Levi whispered and Miu blinked. "Levi" smiled and Levi hugged Miu. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Levi asks and Miu start to cry. "I'm sorry." Levi puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." Levi says and gets on the bed and hugs Miu tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time Miu held him close. "Am I okay?" Miu say to reassure Levi and his breathing calms down. Levi looks into Miu eyes again and Miu look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." Levi replies and Miu widen eyes. "That's not possible." Miu say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." Levi says and Miu kiss him. Levi kisses Miu back and caresses Miu cheek. Miu feel more sorry for scaring Levi than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." Miu whisper and kiss Levi and pull Levi closer. Miu stroke Levis hair until both fall asleep again.
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.
A line art comic about character 1 running through a bunch of small monster that are failing to catch her.
the sister changes his borhter into a girl using a magic wand
Moments later she appeared in the forest. Before the tree. Before the woodcutter. “Greetings, woodcutter,” she said casually. The man turned and smiled. “Greetings, traveler.” He raised his axe slightly in greeting. “Would you like to accept a quest?” Virella tilted her head. “Tell me something first.” The woodcutter blinked. “Yes?” “Where is the wood you’ve gathered?” He hesitated. “Well… the wood I gathered is…” His voice faltered. Virella stepped closer. “Where is your house?” “I… live with my mother and sister…” “And what are their names?” Silence. The woodcutter’s breathing quickened. Virella’s eyes gleamed with faint magic. “When was the last time you brought wood home?” “The last time I—” His voice broke. “How long have you been cutting this tree?” “I have been cutting this tree for…” He froze. In color.
Two former lovers, now enemies: the guy was betrayed and wants to destroy everything, and the girl, who is the princess of this kingdom, wants to stop him. The two face off.
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• Kawada olhando pela janela, mushis voando fora diz <“Mais um dia… sempre assim”> • um balão quadrado no canto direito superior contém [O vilarejo parecia rejeitá-la, o frio e os mushis eram implacáveis]
i need a cover art with the four i want the series to be called (fractured kingdoms) have them all preforming on circus balls
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.
PAGE 1 — FULL BLEED SPLASH Rainy Germantown night. Streetlights flicker. Graffiti wall reads: PULSE POINT in dripping red. Jay Hayes walks alone under a hoodie. CAPTION (Jay – narration): Eleven years. Still feels like yesterday. Low 808 sound effect lettered faint in the rain: SFX: THUM… THUM… THUM…
Character 1 turns to character 3. Character 1: "Solvias! I command you to take Arctos to safety." Character 3: "Yes my lord!" Character 1: "I shall face Marius myself..." Character 2: "No Father! Please!" Character 1: "Follow this Pegasus and stay safe my son. You must lead our people now." Character 2, trembles but nods. Character 3: "Fly now my Prince!" Character 2 and 3 fly from the basin. Character 1 watches them fly away and says solemnly ; "Survive my son..."
Комикс в жанре приключенческой школы магии. Герой — Макс Матемаг — сталкивается с магическим квадратным уравнением, которое держит в плену корни. Чтобы освободить корни, Максу нужно использовать Теорему Виета: сумма корней и произведение корней. Показать, как он вычисляет x_1+x_2=-b/a и x_1⋅x_2=c/a и шаг за шагом освобождает каждый корень. Финал — все корни свободны, а Макс получает “Кристалл Формул” как награду Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя, желтая
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: The Day We Met The sun rose over the Hidden Leaf Village, casting golden light across the rooftops and the stone faces of the Hokage Monument. Birds chirped lazily, and the academy courtyard buzzed with anticipation. Today was the first day of training for the newest class of shinobi — and among them were three who would one day change everything. Shawn stood beneath a tree at the edge of the courtyard, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd. His dreadlocks hung low, swaying slightly in the breeze. He wore a dark cloak and a white fox mask clipped to his belt. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His presence was quiet, but heavy — like gravity itself bent around him. Jaden was already moving. He flipped a kunai between his fingers, sharp eyes darting from student to student. His hair was spiky and wild, and his shirt bore a red flame spiral emblem. One eye shimmered faintly red — a flicker of the Sharingan, maybe. The other was pale, unreadable. He smirked, confident and restless. Then came Isaiah. He arrived late, walking through the academy gates with a slow, deliberate stride. A hood shadowed his face, but the scar over his left eye was unmistakable. He didn’t speak. He didn’t smile. His chakra felt… different. Like something ancient was buried inside him, waiting. The instructor stepped forward, voice firm. “Line up! Today marks the beginning of your journey. You’ll train, you’ll fight, and if you survive — you’ll become shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.” The students scrambled into formation. Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah ended up side by side, silent. They didn’t speak. But something passed between them — a flicker of recognition, a sense of connection. Like their fates were already tangled. None of them knew it yet, but deep inside each of them, something was stirring. A seal. A beast. A mutation. A destiny. And so, the story began.
The World's Finest Aristocrat was Reincarnated as an Assassin
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.
it needs to be in color Part Two: 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. cinder said "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." the ring master said 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.
Long ago Dinosauras ruled the world until a meteor struck and a bunch of different magical animals climbed out of the hot fireball, only to start a war with the dinosaurs, leading them to extinction. Then these magical animals began to start their own advanced civilizations and made a 10-year-old human boy named kyng their leader. Little did they know, not all of the dinosaurs had died in that war; some had survived and gone into hiding, plotting to take back the world from these magical beasts
The main character wakes up in an abandoned prison cell with a watch on his wrist projecting a green light. The color of the light depicts how "sane" the person wearing it is and how close they are to becoming a monster. The main character explores the prison finding keys and clues on how they got there. As he learns more, he tries to find a way to stop what's going on and cure himself before he becomes a monster.
Create a short manga story titled “The Last Train Home.” On a rainy night, a tired college student named Riku waits alone at a quiet train station just before midnight. The last train arrives with flickering lights and an eerie silence. Riku boards the nearly empty train and sits by the window, watching rain slide down the glass. Across from him sits a mysterious schoolgirl he doesn’t remember seeing before. She calmly tells him that he shouldn’t be on this train. Confused, Riku asks why, and she replies that this train doesn’t stop for people who still have somewhere to go.