Isekai Elements Manga

a boy is summoned by a famous researcher, and asks him to discover a mysterious phenomenon
Manga de 2 paneles que muestra una conexión mística a través de un espejo entre dos mundos. Panel 1: Ryo, un joven reencarnado con aspecto de héroe de fantasía, mira con asombro un espejo antiguo en un entorno medieval; un bocadillo de texto dice: '¿Kenji?'. Panel 2: En la Tierra moderna, Kenji mira su reflejo en el espejo de su habitación con lágrimas en los ojos, viendo la silueta de su hermano del otro lado; un bocadillo de texto dice: '¿Rinto?'. Estilo Shounen, atmósfera melancólica y cinematográfica
Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only. Panel 2: Interior of a massive, high-tech exam hall of Arcadia Sovereign Academy. Dozens of rows of desks with students sitting and taking a written exam. Overhead lights and digital clocks add a tense atmosphere. Focus on three students: – Kanzaki Reo in the middle, relaxed, leaning back slightly with his pen down, already finished early, a small confident smirk on his face. – To one side, Kurozawa Rika, short black hair and glasses, sitting straight with a serious expression, calmly answering questions. – To the other side, Sakurai Hina, shy-looking girl with short brown hair and a hair clip, sweating and nervously gripping her pen, clearly stressed. Caption at top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – Entrance Exam, Stage 1: Written Test.” Small thought bubble for Reo: “So this is how they pick future rulers… interesting.” Clean shounen lineart, same visual style as previous panel.
A boy named Ramal running in yard and see the purple thing in the ground and he wanted to grab it but the purple thing was in his heart and he falls to groun the. He wakes up in hospital
O céu está carregado, não com tempestade… mas com silêncio. A montanha de Forgul ergue-se imensa, coberta de neve antiga, como se o tempo ali tivesse parado. O vento sopra, mas não há som — apenas o frio. No topo de uma escarpa, Kyandris espera. Sozinha. Os pés descalços afundados na neve, o corpo tenso… a respiração irregular. As orelhas de lobo tremem ligeiramente, atentas a qualquer sinal. Os olhos… fixos no horizonte. "Ele vai voltar… ele tem de voltar…" O tempo parece arrastar-se.
Page Layout: 6 panels Context/Sub Info for AI: The Agents are not fully powered yet; fear, confusion, awe dominate. Only Obasi appears fully powerful. Kamiye is the first to arrive; others (Joshua/Agent Xata, Nimi/Ayakoji, Agent Black, Jamui, Ocean, Aiden, Michael) appear later. System messages guide them; The Ark is the hub. Powers are present but subtle — no full auras yet. Perspective emphasizes hierarchy: Obasi is towering/calm, others small/uncertain. Environment: Roblox-inspired fantasy, colored manwha vibes, cinematic angles. Mood: suspense, tension, mystery. Panel 1: Scene: Kamiye in his dimly lit room, sitting at desk, computer glowing. Expression: curious, slightly excited. Text: "Another game… but this one feels different." Color/Style: warm room lights, soft shadows, glowing blue from screen, colored manwha style. Panel 2: Scene: Kamiye being transported; room fragments breaking apart, light swirling around him. Expression: surprise, confusion, fear. Text: "What… is happening?!" Color/Style: bright white and cyan light, fragments floating, colored manwha style. Panel 3: Scene: Kamiye lands on a huge empty platform called The Ark, with floating gates, twilight sky. Expression: awe + fear. Text: "...Where am I?" Color/Style: soft mist, muted environment colors, focus on Kamiye, cinematic perspective. Panel 4: Scene: Obasi appears far ahead, calm, powerful; light hitting him from behind. Expression: confident, mysterious. Text: "Welcome… to the Roblox Trials." Color/Style: contrast bright vs shadow, only Obasi looks fully powerful. Panel 5: Scene: Floating holographic system screen above Kamiye. Expression: frozen in fear/confusion. Text: "Player identified: Kamiye. You are eligible for the Agent Trials. Stand by for further instructions." Color/Style: holographic blue glow, semi-transparent text overlay. Panel 6: Scene: Obasi steps closer; Kamiye instinctively backs up. Expression: Kamiye – fear + anxiety; Obasi – calm, observing. Text: "Only the worthy will inherit the power of the Nexus. Watch carefully… and prepare yourself." Color/Style: twilight tones, soft contrast, perspective emphasizes Kamiye shrinking. Extra Notes for AI: Focus on subtle power hints for Kamiye and system messages. Only Obasi shows clear dominance/presence. Perspective: low-angle shots for Obasi, medium shots for Kamiye, cinematic framing. Expressions: fear, awe, confusion, curiosity. Environment: floating gates, misty twilight, Roblox fantasy aesthetic, colored manwha style.
Before you start reading—this is, quite literally, a manga about a man trying to save a dessert that has turned into his "bride." (As in a baumkuchen waifu, Taiyaki waifu, Dango waifu, Mochi waifu, and a guy named Keni) this manga is called "5 desserts" for a guy who just wanted dessert but something went wrong. But the desserts needed help (To become real humans and not dessert human's) so Keni helps.
¡Absolutamente! Aquí tienes el guion de un trailer de anime de 2 minutos para "Skyllex: El Legado de los Milenios", con descripciones visuales y diálogos para que te imagines cada escena como si fuera un verdadero avance de anime:     TRAILER ANIME - "SKYLLEX: EL LEGADO DE LOS MILENIOS" DURACIÓN: 2 MINUTOS   [0:00-0:15] - INTRODUCCIÓN VISUAL Música inicial: Combinación de harpa llanera y melodía electrónica que va creciendo intensidad VISUALES: - Primer plano del Salto Ángel, agua cayendo en cámara lenta. Luego se desliza la cámara por los campos verdes de Venezuela, hasta llegar a un pequeño pueblo soleado. - Escena rápida: Un niño de 10 años (STEVEN) corre por el bosque, saltando entre rocas, con destrezza. Toca el tronco de un árbol y cierra los ojos, como si lo escuchara. - Texto en pantalla: "EN UNA TIERRA DONDE LA NATURALEZA Y EL MISTERIO SE ENTRELAZAN..."   [0:15-0:35] - LOS RECUERDOS DEL PASADO Música se vuelve más intensa, con toques de música clásica y electrónica VISUALES: - Flashback en estilo gráfico moderno: Steven siendo un HOMBRE MAYOR en un laboratorio de EE.UU., mirando por un microscopio. VOZ OFF (STEVEN): "Mi primera vida... estudiaba el secreto de la vida misma." - Flashback en estilo minimalista japonés: Steven como INGENIERO, trabajando en un ordenador con código que brilla. De repente, una explosión. VOZ OFF (STEVEN): "La segunda... intentaba crear algo que conectara al mundo entero." - Vuelta al presente: Steven se despierta sobresaltado en su cama de barro y madera, mirando sus manos con extrañeza. - Texto en pantalla: "11 VIDAS... UN SOLO DESTINO"   [0:35-0:55] - EL ENCUENTRO Música se hace más misteriosa, con tambores ancestrales VISUALES: - Steven camina por el bosque, siguiendo rastros brillantes en el suelo que solo él ve. Se encuentra con MARÍA, una chica de ojos curiosos que sostiene un libro de tradiciones indígenas. MARÍA: "¿Qué buscas por aquí, Steven? Nadie se aventura tan adentro..." STEVEN: "No lo sé... pero siento que me está esperando." - La cámara se adentra en una caverna oscura, con murales ancestrales en las paredes que brillan poco a poco. Al fondo, una figura alta y envuelta en mantos (TEPUYÁN) espera con los brazos cruzados. TEPUYÁN: "Steven Skyllex... llevo dos milenios esperándote." - Primer plano del rostro de Steven, con los ojos abiertos de sorpresa. - Texto en pantalla: "EL GUARDIÁN DE LA HUMANIDAD HA REGRESADO"   [0:55-1:25] - EL PODER Y LA AMENAZA Música se vuelve épica, con orquesta y ritmos venezolanos fusionados VISUALES: - Steven entrenando con Tepuyán en la caverna: combina movimientos de caza con gestos que hacen brillar las plantas y las piedras. - Escena rápida: Steven crea un objeto brillante con madera y cristal de la selva, mientras sus ojos muestran recuerdos de sus vidas pasadas. - María aprendiendo de él, tocando el suelo y sintiendo la energía de la tierra. Un primer plano de sus manos juntas, con una chispa de luz entre ellas. - De repente, las sombras se acumulan en el pueblo – formas grotescas de criaturas mitológicas aparecen, aterrorizando a los habitantes. VOZ OFF (TEPUYÁN): "La Oscuridad del Olvido se acerca... busca consumir todo el conocimiento que tú acumulaste." - Escena de acción: Steven lucha contra las sombras, usando su destreza y sus poderes, mientras María ayuda a proteger a los niños del pueblo.   [1:25-1:50] - LA BATALLA FINAL Música alcanza su clímax, con voces corales y tambores potentes VISUALES: - El Auyantepui se ve desde el cielo, con una luz brillante en su cima. Steven y María suben por él, mientras las sombras las persiguen. - Escena épica en las cercanías del Salto Ángel: La Oscuridad del Olvido toma forma de una criatura gigante de sombras. Steven se enfrenta a ella, fusionando toda su sabiduría – aparecen imágenes superpuestas de sus vidas pasadas, de la ciencia, la tecnología y la naturaleza. STEVEN: "Todas mis vidas... todas me llevaron hasta aquí!" - María se une a él, y juntos activan un escudo de luz que se expande por todo el valle, uniendo a todos los habitantes del pueblo que levantan sus manos en apoyo.   [1:50-2:00] - CIERRE Música se vuelve melódica y esperanzadora VISUALES: - La Oscuridad se retrasa, pero no desaparece completamente. Steven mira al horizonte, con determinación en el rostro. - Él y María se sientan en una colina, mirando el Salto Ángel al atardecer. MARÍA: "No será fácil..." STEVEN: "Lo sé. Pero no estaré solo." - Logo del anime: "SKYLLEX: EL LEGADO DE LOS MILENIOS" - Texto en pantalla: "PRÓXIMAMENTE"     ¡Así quedaría el trailer en formato anime! Incluye todos los elementos clave: la ambientación venezolana, la profundidad de las vidas pasadas de Steven, la relación con María, el misterio del chamán y la tensión de la amenaza. ¿Te gustaría que añadiera más detalles sobre los efectos visuales o la música específica de alguna escena? ¡También podemos pensar en frases de impacto para los anuncios! 🎬✨
A young man just out of high school (Ousugi Sakae) grapples with a world falling into fascism, the loneliness of adulthood, and his sense of obligation to oppose fascism and bring about an especifist anarchist revolution to save everyone. Additionally, he is in love with his kouhai (Emma) who is also dedicated to the cause. They can't really be together because that would complicate an already dangerous life. Or could they? What kind of life and love is there in a world being corrupted by hatred? Is bravery and comradery enough to turn the tide and win the revolution? Or is something more needed? There should be a sense of nostalgia for a world that never existed, and a longing for a future world yet to be. He should be feel a sense of solidarity with his friends and Emma but also isolation and loneliness because the world is so unpredictable. This manga should be an intro duction to the characters and the world.
Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only. Panel 1: Wide cinematic shot of Arcadia Sovereign Academy, a gigantic ultra-modern school complex on an artificial island at sunrise. Sleek towers, bridges, and a huge exam building, with crowds of nervous teenagers in school uniforms lining up outside for the entrance exam. In the foreground, one boy stands out: Kanzaki Reo, a confident first-year candidate with messy dark-gold hair and sharp amber eyes, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and slightly amused while everyone else looks tense. Big caption at the top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – where future rulers are chosen.” Manga style, clean shounen lineart, high contrast, dynamic composition.
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?
A 20-year old man working in a dead end convinience store died when the building collapsed and is transmigrated to a magical fantasy world by the world's goddess. He is given a magical store to run like a convenience store and is given skills to manage it.
Eryon abrió los ojos en una aldea humilde. Sus manos eran jóvenes… pero su mente seguía intacta. Recordaba guerras. Traiciones. Errores. Y sonrió. No por felicidad… sino porque ahora tenía ventaja. “El poder sin mente es ruido. La mente sin poder… es estrategia.” Mientras otros entrenaban con espadas, él observaba. Mientras otros luchaban, él aprendía patrones. En días… entendió lo que a otros les tomaba años.
異世界転生された少年
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
Un profesor explicando a dos jovenes sobre la mecanica ysus ramas
The scene begins with a boy named Krop leaving a job application place, slightly sad because he was rejected for a job again. He returns to his apartment and begins thinking about his career future. He opens the fridge but finds nothing to eat. He goes to a store to buy some food, and on his way back, he hears a girl screaming in a dark alley. He quickly enters to see and starts hearing a girl crying, and when he gets close to her, her facial features change and she tells him, "You fool," releasing a strange energy on his stomach that throws him backward. When he gets up and looks at her, he finds her flickering like a TV screen. He says, "Who are you, for heaven’s sake?" She says, "You shouldn’t see me like this, but who cares? I can simply delete myself from your memory, and in this way, we will defeat you." The hero thinks to himself, "Wait, delete myself? Memory? Delete memory?? Do you want to erase my memory of the time I saw you, but I must remember what I’ve seen now? This is dangerous. And why is she flickering like a TV? Is she not real?" He looks at the pen in his pocket and says, "I found it," pulls it out quickly, looks at her flickering body, and starts writing on his hand. He writes: "Strange flickering." She notices and says, "What!" and makes a hand snap that makes him lose consciousness for a moment and lower his head. The girl says, "I understand, he wants to write notes about me on his hand," and suddenly hears someone approaching, so she says, "Who cares? It won’t help him," and leaves, dropping an accessory with a strange symbol. Krop regains consciousness on the ground. A man comes to help him and asks, "What happened?" He replies, "I don’t know." Then he says, "Why am I here, and why do I feel pain?" He stands up and reads what is written on his hand. He is surprised and says, "This is my handwriting, but when and why?" He starts trying to understand and finds that symbol on the ground, then says, "It seems something happened here." Krop returns to his apartment. He starts eating his dinner while thinking, "What does ‘strange flickering’ mean? Does that mean I saw something strange, and why can’t I remember it?" He holds that symbol and says, "And what is this also?" "Ah, this seems strange." He gets up, goes to make his coffee, and watches TV. When he turns it on, there’s flickering on the screen. He says, "Ah, again, this flickering… Flickering!!" By the way, if I was the one who wrote it, the closest word to ‘flickering’ I remember is ‘TV flicker.’ He starts staring at the flickering, then turns off the TV and goes to sleep. The next day, he wakes up to a ringing phone. He answers: "Krop here." He says, "Yes." The caller says, "We reviewed your file that you submitted for the job here last week." He says, "Wait, who are you?" The caller replies, "I am the manager of Cardo Cafe, and you have been accepted. You need to be here before 8 AM to start work." Krop responds happily, "Finally, thank you so much! I’m coming right away." He gets up quickly, puts on his clothes, grabs a piece of bread, and rushes to the cafe. He enters and finds the waiter asking, "What do you want?" He replies, "I’m here to work." The waiter says, "Oh, you’re the new recruit? The manager told me about you. My name is Sarodem, call me Saro, and my colleague here is Mira. The manager is Grim. I hope you enjoy your time with us." Then the manager comes and says to Krop, "Come here, I’ll give you your work uniform, and you’ll start cleaning now." Krop removes his clothes, puts on the work uniform, and gives his clothes to Saro to hide. Krop starts working with them, cleaning tables and floors. Saro brings drinks and coffee, and Mira is the waitress taking orders and serving them. After a long day of work, their shift ends. Krop tells Saro to give him back his clothes. Saro goes to the storage room, picks up Krop’s clothes, and as soon as he carries them, that symbol falls. Saro examines it for a moment and says, "What is this thing? It’s strange," then returns it and gives the clothes back to Krop. Krop changes back into his clothes and returns to his apartment, only to find the door open, even though he made sure to lock it with the key he keeps under the carpet outside. He thinks he forgot to lock it. When he enters, he finds the place messy, as if someone entered. He starts searching around the apartment for anything missing and finds that nothing was stolen. He begins thinking about why a thief would come to him, even though his apartment isn’t luxurious
A young thin man searches for a foreign city to go to university, he founds one, what he doesnt know is that this whole city is run by Beautiful giantesses, they are huge, but its also a really modern city not like his village
Boy had been died by car
Когда я открыла глаза увидела что я все еще жив. На самом деле я попала в аварию и вот очнулась в незнакомой месте. Я всегда задавала себе вопросом что будет после смерти где и куда мы идем. А сейчас я находясь в незнакомом месте я полном порядке странно вроде после смерти наши воспоминания не исчезает? Но где же я куда я переместилась или это рай? Осмотрюсь на улице чувствую я на каком то странном месте или я переместилась в прошлое. Странно это какой год? Я немножко походила и нашла людей мне надо что то спросить -Извините? Не знаете где я нахожусь? И какой сейчас год? -Дамочка сейчас время правления клана Хань и это столица клана Гусу Лань. -Хорошо спасибо большое Подождите я что сплю нет я же умерла или после смерти такое должно произойти? Я четко помню слово Гусу Лань, это моё любимое произведение. Я реально нахожусь здесь значить это должно быть страна Китай. Я должна быть рад потому что это мой любимый манге но какой сейчас сюжет и кто я вообще? Вдруг из за этих все переживаний я потеряла сознаний.
Première scène d’une histoire isekai en style webtoon japonais / manga. Une classe de lycée entière (environ 70 élèves) est soudainement téléportée dans un autre monde. Les élèves portent des uniformes scolaires couleur café, certains sont choqués, d’autres effrayés, certains tombent au sol, d’autres se regardent sans comprendre. L’environnement est étrange et fantastique : ciel irréel avec des couleurs inhabituelles, lumière mystique, sol inconnu, légère brume magique autour du groupe. L’atmosphère est tendue et dramatique, sentiment de confusion, de peur et d’incompréhension. Au centre de l’image, un petit groupe d’élèves se démarque légèrement, comme des futurs personnages importants. Style artistique : Korean webtoon + Japanese anime, haute qualité, traits nets, ombrages doux, expressions faciales très détaillées. Éclairage cinématographique, lumière surnaturelle venant du ciel, tons dramatiques. Composition dynamique, vue semi-large pour montrer le groupe et le nouveau monde. Ambiance : début d’une aventure sombre, mystérieuse et dangereuse.
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.
A large buff older man get transported to another world and uses his wrestling skills to become the demon king
Fais-le pour moi. Il y a deux personnages, Salman et Luke. Ils sont amis. Dans une scène, on voit un lycée. Salman et Luke discutent en classe, et soudain, ils aperçoivent un épais brouillard par la fenêtre. De ce brouillard surgit un monstre terrifiant.
there are lot of lighting and it happens in calofornia , then som of them are attracted to a lab
“Panel 1: A wide shot of a brick-like wall of cells. Panel 2: Epi the Guardian stands in front of the wall. Dialogue: 'We are Epithelial! We line the body and keep germs out!' Panel 3: Epi blocking a cartoon germ with a shield.”
Dai from universe j and universe n have met. Although unwilling, their differing ideals forced them to confront each other, and they were ready to face each other.
Crossfire and LunaVale stand side by side at the dungeon entrance. LunaVale: “I can heal. Want to team up?” Crossfire: “…Sure.” They enter the dungeon — glowing crystals, dark corridors. Crossfire fires a volley of arrows, motion lines showing speed LunaVale casts a healing spell, soft particles swirling around Crossfire. Caption: Their synergy is instant.
I stood near a hologram of a young boy no older than nine with silver hair and green eyes. His name was Lis Tolope. He was born in a noble family but almost immediately they send him to an orphanage because he was an earth mana user instead of their traditional light and dark. Lis spent his whole life believing his parents either died or wanted him to be safe until the day seven year old little shit tripped him breaking a button on the instead of his pants helping him recollect the night his parents abandoned him. After remembering he went to their house to check on them finding they had six children living with them–made their abandonment of him twice as hurtful.
Katyka tenía seis años y todavía dormía con los pies descubiertos. En la penumbra de su habitación, la noche parecía contener la respiración. Las paredes, pintadas en tonos suaves azul y rosa, se veían deslavadas, como si un amanecer se hubiera quedado atrapado ahí y se negara a avanzar. La cama baja estaba revuelta, con una manta hecha bolita cerca de los pies y un peluche boca abajo, mirando al vacío. Sobre la mesita de noche, libros de dibujos con esquinas dobladas y hojas arrugadas se amontonaban alrededor de una caja de crayones abierta. La ventana estaba entreabierta. Por la rendija entraba un aire frío que hacía bailar la cortina. Más allá, clavada en el cielo, brillaba una estrella distinta a las demás: una luz de plata, fija, alerta. La Estrella de Plata. Katy soñaba. En su sueño, el cielo no era cielo, sino un espejo oscuro. Sobre él, siete lunas flotaban alineadas en perfecta quietud, como cuentas en un hilo invisible. Cada luna tenía un símbolo grabado en su superficie, tan nítido que parecía dibujado con luz: La primera, un fuego que se retorcía sin consumir nada. La segunda, un copo de hielo, fractal e imposible. La tercera, una pluma suspendida en caída eterna. La cuarta, una garra curvada, afilada, casi viva. La quinta, una lágrima que nunca terminaba de caer. La sexta, una sombra sin forma, como un borrón vivo. La séptima, un símbolo hecho de ondas, como un canto congelado. Las siete lunas giraban lentamente sobre sí mismas, proyectando reflejos que se entremezclaban. Cada vez que una luna se inclinaba, su símbolo se estampaba en el espejo oscuro bajo ellas, como si marcara un territorio secreto. Katy no hablaba en el sueño. No sabía si podía. Pero sentía algo: una presión en el pecho, un tirón suave que no dolía, pero que daba miedo. Como si alguien —o algo— la estuviera tomando de la mano desde muy lejos y tirara de ella hacia esas lunas. Entonces escuchó la voz.
"Pretend Hypnosis" — Chapter 1: The Spell That Never Worked CHARACTER PROFILES AYATO HIMEKAWA — Black hair (messy, slightly falling over forehead), striking blue eyes. Calm, composed expression. Wears standard school uniform: dark blazer, white shirt, loosened tie. Tall build. Usually has a subtle smirk. NATSUMI AMANO — Long pink hair (flowing past shoulders, often with a small side clip). Large yellow eyes, expressive and dramatic. Same school uniform but with a bow instead of tie. Energetic, over-the-top personality. Often has exaggerated manga expressions. PANEL-BY-PANEL BREAKDOWN 📌 PANEL 1 — ESTABLISHING SHOT Visual Prompt: Wide-angle establishing shot of a Japanese high school classroom interior. Late afternoon light streams through tall windows on the right side, casting long diagonal shadow bars across rows of desks. The classroom is mostly empty — school has just ended. Desks and chairs are slightly pushed around. A chalkboard at the front has half-erased notes. Two figures are visible: AYATO sits sideways on his desk near the window, bag already packed, staring outside with a bored expression. NATSUMI stands a few desks away, rummaging through her bag with her back turned to him. The mood is quiet, ordinary, everyday. Camera Angle: High wide-angle from the back-left corner of the classroom, slightly tilted downward. Full environmental context visible. Dialogue (Ayato — internal monologue bubble): "Another painfully ordinary Tuesday after school..." 📌 PANEL 2 — CLOSE-UP / CHARACTER INTRODUCTION Visual Prompt: Medium close-up, slightly low angle looking up at NATSUMI's face as she spins around dramatically, one finger pointed upward as if she just had a revelation. Her long pink hair fans out with the motion — motion lines radiate behind her. Her yellow eyes are wide and sparkling with mischief. She's holding a small pocket watch on a chain that she just pulled from her bag. The watch dangles and glints. Her expression is intensely theatrical — the classic manga "I have a plan!" face. Small sparkle effects surround the watch. Camera Angle: Low-angle medium shot, slightly tilted for dynamism. Subject centered, hair and chain as compositional elements. Dialogue (Natsumi — speech bubble, bold text): "Ayato-kun! Don't move. I'm going to try something."
PAGE 2 — FLASHBACK (3 PANELS) Panel 1: Bright kitchen. Young Jay (5 years old) dancing with his mom. Mom (laughing): “Keep your rhythm, baby!” Panel 2: Hospital room. Beeping monitor. SFX: BEEP… BEEP… BEEEE— Panel 3: Her hand goes limp. Rain transitions back to present. ART STYLE Black & white / grayscale only Gritty manga texture Light grain, soft motion blur
two boy and two girl fourteen year old in the phillipine earlzsad, ashref,shina,farel discover four stone fire,wind,water,nature earl has the fire and ashref has the wind and shina has the water and farel has the nature and the villain is adrin has the demon king stone control the darkness
2. Feature I – Foundations of a Movement Manga scenes of Indigenous community meetings under trees or in community halls. Researchers and elders planning together, drawn with realistic proportions but manga expressions and motion lines. Soft infographic overlays showing TORs, workflow, and partnership webs. Warm, earthy tones.
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.
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.
the big guy teasing and hugging the small one affectionately but still keep the personality of each character obviously(one is pretty shy, introverted and crybaby and the other one who is bigger is playful and also bullying and also strong and can playfully tease and bully the small one easily and he obviously loves the small one)
Kaoruko Waguri trying to impress his crush by becoming hyper muscular girl
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.
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.
6 year old blonde girl with wearing a blue hairband with ribbon on top, wearing blue denim pinafore dress, underneath a white top, and white high knee socks with light blue ribbons.
Haruto and Yukari struggle to cooperate after Yukari’s sudden autonomy. Yukari’s cold demeanor clashes with Haruto’s emotional drive. Reika tries to mediate, but Yukari questions her own existence and Akirame’s role in her creation. Their bond begins to fracture as they prepare to leave the shrine.