Indoor Scene Manga

A 19‑year‑old male named Kalric Kessler. Medium‑long wavy dark brown hair, piercing black eyes (natural black, no glow). He is sitting in a low, grounded pose — feet planted wide apart, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together in front of his lower torso. His posture is relaxed but intimidating, like a predator waiting for prey. His expression is cold, unreadable, and quietly menacing — a calm “what’s next?” look that carries no fear, no hesitation, only the quiet certainty that whatever comes, he will handle it. His eyes are sharp, focused, almost emotionless, as if calculating several moves ahead. The camera angle is slightly low, looking up at him, making him appear larger, more imposing, and deeply unsettling. He wears a simple black academy robe with minimal gold trim or subtle details (no hat/hood), over a plain white shirt. The background is dark and empty, amplifying his presence. The lighting is dramatic, with sharp contrasts and deep shadows, emphasizing the hard lines of his face and the stillness of his posture.
Full color manga panels. No text, no speech bubbles. A tall man (Frost) stands in front of a young wolf-girl in a snowy mountain pass. He gently places his hands on her shoulders, calm and composed despite the storm. She looks up at him, tense but relieved. They walk side by side through the snow toward a small wooden cabin hidden between mountains. Warm light glows from inside, contrasting with the cold blue environment. Snow falls softly around them. Near the cabin, beside a natural hot spring, Frost begins removing his heavy winter cloak and outer clothing, preparing to enter the warm water. Steam rises into the cold air. The wolf-girl stands nearby with her arms crossed, slightly pouting and visibly upset. She watches him closely, her tail moving subtly behind her, showing hidden emotion and expectation.
Full color manga panels. No text, no speech bubbles. A tall man (Frost) stands in front of a young wolf-girl in a snowy mountain pass. He gently places his hands on her shoulders, calm and composed despite the storm. She looks up at him, tense but relieved. They walk side by side through the snow toward a small wooden cabin hidden between mountains. Warm light glows from inside, contrasting with the cold blue environment. Snow falls softly around them. Near the cabin, beside a natural hot spring, Frost begins removing his heavy winter cloak and outer clothing, preparing to enter the warm water. Steam rises into the cold air. The wolf-girl stands nearby with her arms crossed, slightly pouting and visibly upset. She watches him closely, her tail moving subtly behind her, showing hidden emotion and expectation.
Full color manga panels. No text, no speech bubbles. A tall man (Frost) stands in front of a young wolf-girl in a snowy mountain pass. He gently places his hands on her shoulders, calm and composed despite the storm. She looks up at him, tense but relieved. They walk side by side through the snow toward a small wooden cabin hidden between mountains. Warm light glows from inside, contrasting with the cold blue environment. Snow falls softly around them. Near the cabin, beside a natural hot spring, Frost begins removing his heavy winter cloak and outer clothing, preparing to enter the warm water. Steam rises into the cold air. The wolf-girl stands nearby with her arms crossed, slightly pouting and visibly upset. She watches him closely, her tail moving subtly behind her, showing hidden emotion and expectation.
Full color manga panels. No text, no speech bubbles. A tall man (Frost) stands in front of a young wolf-girl in a snowy mountain pass. He gently places his hands on her shoulders, calm and composed despite the storm. She looks up at him, tense but relieved. They walk side by side through the snow toward a small wooden cabin hidden between mountains. Warm light glows from inside, contrasting with the cold blue environment. Snow falls softly around them. Near the cabin, beside a natural hot spring, Frost begins removing his heavy winter cloak and outer clothing, preparing to enter the warm water. Steam rises into the cold air. The wolf-girl stands nearby with her arms crossed, slightly pouting and visibly upset. She watches him closely, her tail moving subtly behind her, showing hidden emotion and expectation.
Full color manga panels. No text, no speech bubbles. A tall man (Frost) stands in front of a young wolf-girl in a snowy mountain pass. He gently places his hands on her shoulders, calm and composed despite the storm. She looks up at him, tense but relieved. They walk side by side through the snow toward a small wooden cabin hidden between mountains. Warm light glows from inside, contrasting with the cold blue environment. Snow falls softly around them. Near the cabin, beside a natural hot spring, Frost begins removing his heavy winter cloak and outer clothing, preparing to enter the warm water. Steam rises into the cold air. The wolf-girl stands nearby with her arms crossed, slightly pouting and visibly upset. She watches him closely, her tail moving subtly behind her, showing hidden emotion and expectation.
Un jeune lycéen de 15 ans rêve de devenir joueur de football professionnel à Liverpool fc. Il habite à othis, une petite campagne française, pour pouvoir jouer au niveau régional son père l'emmène à la JA Drancy à 50 minutes de route,chaque jours. La bas les coach's ne croient pas en lui malgré les qualités évidente t de Jawan. Il ne joue jamais en équipe première mais il réalise toujours de bon match avec l'équipe B. Depuis l'âge de 10 ans, Jawan joue à Drancy, mais il n'a toujours pas sa chance en équipe une. Un grand club de la région parisienne organise des détections et Jawan est pris dans ce club car un coach voit en Jawan une intelligence de jeu digne des plus grands joueurs,c'est ainsi qu'une nouvelle aventure commence
My story is about a boy named Vex Lobius, a high school student who lives in the city of Axstral, a place shrouded in eternal twilight and surrounded by ancient ruins. Vex belongs to the Lobius family, known for having once guarded a dark power that threatened the city. Because of this, everyone fears him and treats him like a monster, even though he has never done anything wrong. One day at school, after being targeted and provoked by the bully Caleb, Vex loses control of his emotions and awakens a mysterious power within himself. The energy bursts out uncontrollably, destroying part of the classroom and terrifying all the students. From that moment on, Vex realizes that the dark power of his family has awakened inside him as well. Frightened and confused, he runs toward the ruins outside the school, wondering whether he will truly become the monster everyone believes he is… or if he will manage to control that power and uncover the truth about his heritage. The story is a mix of dark fantasy, school drama, and supernatural power awakening, with a gloomy and mysterious atmosphere.
That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan. Ryan. Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh. "One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends." She’d believed him. But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward. "Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise." That was three years ago. She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her. Her ears drooped slightly. I hope you’re okay, Ryan.
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
Boy and girl After a long-distance relationship, Amal and Moncif finally meet for the first time in Meknes, near the train station, on a rainy day. They feel shy but instantly connected. They go together to a small café and drink coffee while talking and laughing. Later, they take an Uber to Cocopark, where they play bowling, laugh a lot, and forget about time. They walk outside under the rain, sharing their first kiss beneath the falling rain. After that, they go to the cinema and watch a movie together, then eat at KFC. As they walk again in the rain, Amal talks nonstop, telling Moncif stories about her city, Meknes, and her favorite places. When they return to the train station, the mood changes. Amal starts crying because she doesn’t want Moncif to leave. They hug tightly, holding onto each other for a long time. Moncif finally leaves on the train, and Amal goes home in a taxi, sad but holding beautiful memories of their first meeting
Panel Type Medium-wide panel (Quiet setup panel before a major reveal) Action The suited woman is shown turning a page of the newspaper. One hand grips the edge of the paper The page is mid-turn, slightly curved Motion is slow and deliberate This is not casual reading — it’s intentional. Newspaper Content (Very Important) The visible text on the newspaper is unreadable: Lines instead of real words Abstract blocks of text Scribbled or blurred typography Headline shapes without legible letters The reader can tell it’s important news, but cannot read it yet. This visually says: Not yet. Composition & Camera Camera angled from the side Focus on: Her hands The movement of the page Her face may be partially visible or cropped — expression controlled The newspaper dominates the lower half of the panel. Visual Style Black-and-white manga Clean linework Light screentone on paper Subtle motion lines on the page edge only No sound effects No dialogue Mood Anticipation. Withheld truth. The calm before information hits. 🚫 Negative Prompt No readable text No headlines No exposition No dramatic gestures No speed lines
Against the backdrop of old England, Charles Dickens stands on the street and talk abouy himself, and this is what he says: I was a famous English writer. I was born in 1812 in Portsmouth, England. My family was poor, and my childhood was difficult. When I was only twelve years old, I had to work in a factory to help support my family. This difficult experience greatly influenced my life and work. I saw how difficult life was for poor people, especially children. Later, I began writing stories about the real social problems of my time. I loved reading and learning. I believed that books could change people and make society a kinder place. In my novels, I showed the difference between good and evil, kindness and cruelty. My most famous works include "Oliver Twist," "A Christmas Carol," "David Copperfield," and "Great Expectations." My stories are full of emotion, strong characters, and important life lessons. My books are still popular today. People all over the world read my stories for pleasure and inspiration.
A boy who eventually becomes a doctor faces constant failures, humiliation, and poor decisions throughout his life. Despite being hardworking, he never gets the right opportunities, and in the end, he dies filled with deep regret. However, after his death, he suddenly gets a second chance and returns to his past—back to his school days. Although his body is that of a student, his mind is that of a fully experienced doctor. At first, he is shocked and confused about how this is even possible, but he soon realizes that it is not a dream, but reality. Now, he has a chance to change his life. He remembers all the mistakes, struggles, and the people who once looked down on him. From that moment, he makes a firm decision that this time, he will not make any mistakes. He begins to approach his studies, career, and decisions with a completely strategic mindset. Since he already knows which paths are right and which are wrong, he becomes focused and confident from the very beginning. Even in school, his behavior changes completely. Earlier, he was an average and uncertain student, but now he appears calm, wise, and goal-oriented. Gradually, he starts outperforming others in academics because he already understands many concepts in advance. Deep in his mind, he resolves that this time he will get into a top medical college and become a successful doctor—someone who stands on his own and is never suppressed by anyone. This transformation in his thinking and personality becomes clearly visible, and with this strong determination, he begins his new life—fully prepared to change his destiny.
L’histoire se déroule dans un collège calme où les journées sont normalement simples et organisées. Tout change avec l’arrivée d’un nouvel élève : Lucas Martin. Dès son premier jour, Lucas attire l’attention, mais pas toujours pour de bonnes raisons. Dans la salle de classe, il se présente avec enthousiasme, mais tombe rapidement en marchant. Ensuite, pendant le cours de sciences, il provoque une réaction incontrôlable en ajoutant trop de produit, ce qui remplit la salle de mousse. La situation devient encore plus chaotique pendant le sport, où Lucas mélange les équipes et crée de la confusion. Peu à peu, Lucas pense qu’il est un problème pour la classe. Il se sent inutile et différent. Cependant, ses camarades ne le voient pas de cette manière. Malgré ses maladresses, ils apprécient sa gentillesse et son énergie. Un jour, les élèves lui préparent une surprise : un diplôme de “Super Gaffeur”. Lucas est d’abord surpris et pense qu’on se moque de lui, mais il comprend rapidement que c’est un geste d’amitié. À la fin, Lucas accepte sa personnalité. Il comprend que ses erreurs font aussi rire et rapprochent les autres. Grâce à lui, la classe devient plus joyeuse et unie.
Chapter 1 : Stone It wasn’t such a blissful day, like it seemed. The sun gazed through the lightly scattered clouds, the sort of rays that make you squint at the worst possible moments. Hot days like this are rare in England; yet I don’t value them the same way as everyone else. Everyone is sweaty, stinky, and they forget what a shower is. While I was thinking those exact thoughts, I caught a glimpse of a pale green light. It soon became more than a glimpse—a scenic view, one to die for. A moment later I was in a dark room, or maybe a dark warehouse. No, it was certainly a bottomless ocean which trapped me. Me? I was free to do anything. Where was my body? I would repeat three times over millions of seconds. I lost count at 533,600,527 seconds. I never got bored, however; it all felt like an instant freeze-frame on a TV show. I knew that I counted for months, maybe years, so how did I never feel the need to sleep, not even an urge to yawn? Then it hit me: a single drop of a dark yellow liquid. Suddenly, the sun I once hated met my thankful gaze. How long had it been? How long was I turned to stone? Chapter 2 : Unravel From the first moment i realised what was going on , i started thinking the same thing over and over , im done for. How on earth would a highschool boy like me , survive all alone in a primitive world?
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. "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.
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.
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.
The story takes place in a modern Japan reshaped by the emergence of Manifestations—supernatural abilities that awakened suddenly a generation ago. At first, Manifested individuals were feared, hunted, and misunderstood. But as their numbers grew, governments were forced to adapt, creating strict systems to regulate, train, and monitor them. Society now lives in a tense balance: Manifested citizens walk the same streets as ordinary people, yet invisible lines divide them. To manage this new reality, elite institutions like Reidō Academy were established. Part school, part military facility, part containment center, Reidō trains young Manifested students to control their powers while quietly assessing which ones might become threats. Behind its polished reputation lies a network of surveillance, political agendas, and secret research into unstable awakenings.The world outside the academy is no safer. Criminal syndicates exploit Manifested children, rogue operatives like Ryona Itadori challenge the government’s authority, and rumors spread of ancient bloodlines whose powers defy classification. Ordinary citizens live in awe and fear, unsure whether Manifestations are humanity’s evolution—or its downfall. Amid this fragile landscape, a new generation rises: students with unstable abilities, hidden pasts, and destinies shaped by forces they don’t yet understand. And at the center of it all stands Toji Zenith, an unmanifested boy whose quiet presence hides a power older and more dangerous than the world is prepared for.
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
What i was thinking for my story was that after reaching the age of 8 you get to find your power called "renx". Renx allows you to summon a weapon your weapon could be anything even another human, the Renx is different for everyone. But not everyone can have a Renx, theres a 50% chance that you get one abd 50% chance that you dont. Renx helps you fight monsters called Olyn creatures. The Olyns taken over most of the world but brave humans created strong fortresses in some countries. There is multiple factions formed with only Renx users, The Sacred, The Fallen, The Shattered, The Lost, The Union. The Union is the main faction that controls all the other's. The Sacred focuses on fighting the Olyn, The Fallen focuses on protecting the Fortresses, The shattered focuses on healing the injured, The Lost scout areas near the Fortresses to make sure they're are no Olyns approaching, and The Union gives orders to every faction. Each year The Union gives a test to those who want to join one of the factions very few get selected each year, only about 450 people get chosen and then each faction gets to choose 90 people depending on that they're useful for.Lets make our main character have 2 Renx 1 human like Renx and a weapon that looks like a cross that serves as a sword and a gun.The summoned human has their own personality and they follow your orders. I want to makes this like a boys love genre too the main character somehow falls in love with a guy from a different faction
In an era where six Supremes mark the absolute ceiling of existence, the world moves under a quiet, grinding tension: five Supremes stand revealed, anchoring nations, deterring wars, and defining the limits of power, while the sixth vanished long ago without death, omen, or echo, leaving behind not silence but a sense of deliberate containment that only beings at that level can feel; kingdoms ring their borders with alliances and naval forces, especially along the eastern ocean where island chains hide ancient mana scars, academies promote Gifted through rigid ranks obsessed with combat metrics and measurable mana, blind to the truth that Supremacy is not earned but survived, and above it all walks the MC, a Supreme who abandoned the system itself after realizing it was not a ladder but a cage, designed after the disappearance to prevent another from breaking reality the way the missing one nearly did; as nations posture, research forbidden spells, and quietly fear escalation, the MC senses what others refuse to name, that the missing Supreme did not fall or transcend but uncovered something beyond Supremacy and chose exile or imprisonment to stop it from cascading, making the current balance an illusion sustained by fear and ignorance, and as cracks spread through mana laws, island anomalies stir, and Supreme senses begin to distort, the story moves toward an inevitable convergence where the MC, the vanished Supreme, and the system meant to bind them are forced into collision, deciding whether the world remains stable, ascends, or shatters under the weight of truths it was never meant to hold.
Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair . The door opened and I looked in the mirror, so I knew who was standing behind me. "Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe 1000 years." I beep quietly. "Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly. "When did you remember your previous life?" He asks and I'm already smiling. "Five years ago Levi." He 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.
seinen manga, black and white, soft grayscale, cinematic lighting TWO PANEL layout Panel 1: split screen LEFT SIDE: a woman sitting relaxed, barefoot, holding a phone in ONE hand only her other hand is not visible calm expression RIGHT SIDE: a man standing alone, shirt open or disheveled IMPORTANT: - he is holding a phone in ONE hand (visible) - his OTHER hand is placed LOW on the FRONT of his jeans - his arm angle points downward to the front of his body - the hand is PARTIALLY HIDDEN by his torso and camera angle - camera is slightly from the side so the arm position is clear his posture is tense, leaning slightly forward TEXT: “Still like that?” reply: “Worse.” Panel 2: same composition LEFT SIDE: woman placing phone face down, not looking RIGHT SIDE: man now completely still IMPORTANT: - same arm position: one hand holding phone, other hand LOW on front of jeans - shoulders tense, head slightly lowered TEXT: “Not before I say.” “…now.” reply: “Yes.”
Title: Punch Create a 6-panel emotional comic with a soft, minimalist visual style. Main character: Punch, a small monkey with a round head, and big expressive eyes. Keep the design consistent. Tone: calm, emotional, simple, realistic, no exaggeration. Panel descriptions: Panel 1: A baby monkey alone in a large empty space. Feeling of vulnerability. Text: “Punch nació sin su madre.” Panel 2: The monkey notices a plush toy on the ground and approaches it carefully. Text: “Para ayudarlo a sobrevivir, le dieron un peluche.” Panel 3: The monkey hugging the plush toy tightly, finding comfort. Text: “Se aferró a él como si fuera su madre.” Panel 4: The monkey sitting apart from a group of other monkeys, showing social difficulty. Text: “Le costaba relacionarse con los demás.” Panel 5: The monkey beginning to interact with others, still holding the plush toy. Text: “Con el tiempo, empezó a adaptarse.” Panel 6: The monkey sitting peacefully without the plush toy, showing growth and independence. Text: “Punch creció. Y ya no lo necesitaba para estar bien.” Style: soft lighting, neutral backgrounds, minimal composition, emotional storytelling.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Crea el primer capítulo de un manga estilo anime con fuerte inspiración en Evangelion, ambientado en una secundaria moderna donde cinco estudiantes son seleccionados como pilotos de mechas tipo EVA para combatir entidades misteriosas. Los personajes principales son: • Henry: protagonista, piel blanca, cabello erizado, personalidad seria pero emocionalmente compleja, con conflictos internos y actitud desafiante. • Luis: moreno, cabello rizado, usa lentes negros de prescripción, inteligente pero arrogante; tiene una relación tensa y conflictiva con Henry. • Ayala: apariencia intimidante, rasgos similares a un lobo (ojos afilados, actitud feroz), fuerte y poco expresivo. • Joshi: de apariencia delicada y afeminada, emocionalmente perceptivo, inteligente y estratégico. • Celeo: de origen chino, calmado, reservado, muy analítico. El capítulo 1 debe comenzar con un evento extraño (como un ataque o aparición de una entidad desconocida) que interrumpe la vida escolar normal. Introduce el ambiente de la secundaria, las dinámicas entre los personajes (especialmente la mala relación entre Henry y Luis), y revela poco a poco que han sido elegidos para pilotar los EVA. Incluye: • Diálogos estilo manga • Narrativa dramática y psicológica • Escenas de tensión y misterio • Introducción a la organización que controla los EVA • Un final impactante que deje intriga Tono serio, oscuro, psicológico, con elementos de acción y conflicto emocional. Estilo visual detallado, tipo manga japonés.
Miu is girl qnd Levi is boy "I'll be fine." I drink more than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm his health. He picked me up before I passed out. A few days later I woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping. I moved a little and it woke him up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." He whispered and I blinked. "Levi" smiled and then hugged me. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" He asks and I start to cry. "I'm sorry." He puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." He says and gets on the bed and hugs me tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time I held him close. "Am I okay?" I say to reassure him and his breathing calms down. He looks into my eyes again and I look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." He replies and I widen my eyes. "That's not possible." I say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." He says and I kiss him. He kisses me back and caresses my cheek. I feel more sorry for scaring him than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." I whisper and kiss him as a friend. I stroke his hair until we both fall asleep again.
Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .Levi is vampire . The door opened and I looked in the mirror, so I knew who was standing behind me. "Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe 1000 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.
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.
Esto se desarrolla en la dinastía han, el joven general se encuentra en coma, así que su madre busca una novia para que se casen, pero nadie acepta, posteriormente llega un decreto imperial indicando que el general se casará con la hija del duque, y llega el día de la boda, esa noche, la novia va y le da un beso apasionado al general, quien está aun inconsciente en la cama (la cual es una cama elegante de la dinastía han), el novio empieza a reaccionar apasionadamente pero al darse cuenta de que la novia no es su amada la separa y le aclara que la situación no puede continuar, pero después de ese beso él recupera conciencia aunque queda en una silla de ruedas, posteriormente va a buscar a su anterior prometida quien le dice que ella no se casará con un discapacitado, pasan los días y los recien casados tienen otro encuentro romántico ya que él la valora más
Through Time"** is an exhilarating historical adventure that follows Dr. Alex Carter, a dedicated archaeologist with a passion for uncovering the mysteries of ancient civilizations. During an expedition in the Egyptian desert, Alex discovers a hidden temple and an enigmatic amulet inscribed with intricate hieroglyphs. When he inadvertently activates its magic, he is transported back to ancient Egypt. In the bustling city of Thebes, Alex finds himself disoriented but determined to adapt. He meets Nefertari, a resourceful young woman and descendant of the legendary queen Nefertiti. Together, they navigate the vibrant culture and customs of ancient Egypt while preparing for the impending burial of the Pharaoh, whose treasures are at risk from a rival faction led by the cunning Seti. As Alex and Nefertari devise strategies to protect the tomb, they uncover ancient secrets and hidden traps that safeguard the Pharaoh's legacy. The story escalates into a thrilling showdown as Alex uses his knowledge of history to outsmart Seti and secure the treasures for future generations. Ultimately, after restoring peace in ancient Egypt, Alex faces a poignant choice: to remain and help shape the future or return to his own time. His journey not only transforms him but also deepens his appreciation for history's significance. "Through Time" is a tale of adventure, bravery, and the enduring power of knowledge, inviting readers to explore the wonders of the past.
Viñeta 1 – Presentación Texto: “Hola, soy Mia. Hoy aprendí algo nuevo: ¡las fracciones!” Escena sugerida: Mia sonríe sosteniendo una pizza entera. Viñeta 2 – La idea Texto: “Una fracción es cuando dividimos algo en partes iguales.” Escena sugerida: La pizza está dividida en 2 partes iguales. Viñeta 3 – Mitad Texto: “Si me como una parte de dos, me comí 1/2.” Escena sugerida: Mia comiéndose una de las dos partes. Viñeta 4 – Entra el amigo Texto: “¡Hola! Soy Leo. Yo tengo una barra de chocolate.” Escena sugerida: Leo con una barra dividida en 4 partes iguales. Viñeta 5 – Cuartos Texto: “Si me como una parte de cuatro, me comí 1/4.” Escena sugerida: Leo comiéndose un cuadrito del chocolate. Viñeta 6 – Comparación Texto: “1/2 es más grande que 1/4.” Escena sugerida: Mia y Leo comparando sus pedazos. Viñeta 7 – Cierre Texto: “¡Somos los Súper Fraccionadores! ¿Qué fracción usarías tú hoy?” Escena sugerida: Ambos personajes levantando sus alimentos como héroes.
Halaman 1 Hujan baru saja reda. Jalanan masih basah, bercermin lampu-lampu kota yang mulai menyala. Laki-laki itu berjalan cepat, menunduk, menghindari genangan. Perempuan itu datang dari arah berlawanan, buru-buru, payung di tangan masih menetes. Mereka hampir bertabrakan. Laki-laki itu terhenyak. Maaf, ucapnya refleks. Lalu ia mendongak. Dan waktu seolah berhenti. Perempuan itu juga membeku. Payung di genggamannya hampir jatuh. Mata mereka bertemu. Cukup sedetik, tapi cukup lama untuk merasa dunia di sekitar mereka menghilang. Laki-laki itu tak bisa berkata-kata. Ia hanya melihat rambutnya yang sedikit basah, rintik hujan yang masih menempel di bulu matanya, dan senyum kecil yang tersungging di bibirnya karena kecanggungan ini. Perempuan itu akhirnya tersenyum. Maaf, balasnya lirih. Tanpa sepatah kata lagi tentang perasaan yang baru saja tumbuh, mereka berlalu. Saling menoleh sekilas, lalu tersenyum sendiri. Di tengah dinginnya malam usai hujan, hangat yang aneh justru bersemayam di dada mereka masing-masing.
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 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.
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.