Magical Creature Manga

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair. Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh. Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
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.
a short story about ai who diss people openly, but seemingly no one notices. it's for a free manga trial. make it ungodly funny, please
Boy with half white half black hair walks in Girl with blue hair walks in Boy says: ohayou Girl says :ohayo They greet eacho other
I want a comic of two people in the park, a boy and a girl, they run into each other and then the boy tells her that he is going to a museum, he invited her and she accepts, while they are walking to the museum they talk about the esthetics in philosophy, how it surged and what is it and then they get to the museum and the comic ends there
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
this needs to be in color take out the book and weapon please use the character from last panel 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. 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.
this needs to be in color take out the book and weapon please use the character from last panel 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. 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 man with his hair tied back, wearing a white t-shirt with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, black shorts, and blue sneakers is called Mizaki. After playing basketball, he returns home and uncovers a mysterious crystal that gives him power, right after that, the government calls him for he annual team vs team death fight.
An Guy in the first photo visits his dad in the second photo in jail and The Guy in the first photo said "Dad how have you been?" And his dad said "I'm good son, you?" The Guy said "I'm good dad."
medium shot, the young man sitting on the edge of the bed, head lowered, exhausted expression, messy hair falling over eyes, quiet atmosphere, soft shading, calm contrast after chaos, bedroom background blurred
"A rugged 80s rocker with a secret gentleness falls for a cold, aloof barista in a quiet city cafe. He returns every night, offering simple gestures and soft words to melt her frozen heart. A slow, wonderful tonight romance that ends on a stunning high-rise rooftop with a kiss, all without a single word needed."
A furry cat boy he's working with a restaurant and he is so lonely he is having 1 friend his friend furry cat too and 1 day he's fall in love with a restaurant he's fall in love with a boyfriend his boyfriend wolf boy and they are will be getting date and they are beautiful working together with a restaurant and the end
A young man from Australia named Liam, Is travelling to Japan on a student exchange program. He meets up with his old Japanese friend Shota who acts as his guide at the new japanese high school. Liam tries to be cheerful and friendly to everyone. But he's soon overwhelmed with how strict and formal Japanese high schools really are.
“anime classroom morning light, soft shoujo manga style, warm atmosphere, students entering the room, desks and windows, gentle lighting, calm school vibe” DIÁLOGO: Narración (Sorao): "Otro día más… ojalá nadie me mire demasiado." en estilo manga y que no tenga tanto colores fuertes que sea como un manga real de papel
inside a house around the years of Christianity where he died and was depressed for not having received his power from God, and became the failure of the family, everyone was disappointed by him but not his sister Gika who however did not tell him and kept it to herself
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
Post-apocalyptic Earth in year 2070, wide cinematic shot, polluted oceans glowing faint green, cracked barren lands, collapsed megacities under smog-filled skies, abandoned factories, broken satellites falling from orbit, dark dystopian sci-fi manga style, highly detailed line art, dramatic lighting, somber atmosphere, no text, black and white manga shading
Tachio era, April 1923, at Ueno Park, a man wearing white uniform while carrying suitcase full of clothes was walking in the park; at that time the cherry blossoms were in full bloom he looked around him to see the families sitting together, children playing around.
tamam ilk sayfayı renkli tasarla. panelleri ve diyalogları aşağıda veriyorum, A4 boyutunda olacak 📄 PAGE 1 – Dialogues 🟦 Panel 1 (Okul dışı – büyük açılış paneli) Narrateur (dış ses): C’était une matinée normale au Collège Saint-Jean… Narrateur 2 (dış ses):: …du moins, en apparence. 🟦 Panel 2 (Sınıf – öğretmen tanıtıyor) Professeur Durant : Classe, nous avons un nouvel élève aujourd’hui. Professeur Durant : Je vous présente Lucas Martin. Lucas : Euh… bonjour tout le monde ! 🟦 Panel 3 (Lucas kendini tanıtıyor) Lucas : Je suis très content d’être ici ! Lucas : J’adore les sciences et le sport ! Emma (iç ses): Il a l’air gentil… 🟦 Panel 4 (Lucas heyecanlı – hafif gergin) Lucas (iç ses): Calme-toi, Lucas… tout va bien… 🟦 Panel 5 (Düşme sahnesi, ayağı takılır) Effet sonore : TAP TAP Lucas : Oh non— ! Maxime : Ça commence déjà… 🟦 Panel 6 (Yerde yatıyor – komik final) Emma : Lucas, fais attention ! Lucas : Je… je vais bien ! Narrateur (küçük kutu): Et ainsi commença l’année la plus mouvementée du collège… Komik ton Akıcı A2–B1 seviyesine uygun Abartı yok Manga temposuna uygun kısa cümleler
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.
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.
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
this needs to be in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving. That was enough.
in the school, today is the opening day, the small guy is new here, introduced by the teacher of the class, he is cute but also shy and introverted. he hopes to have new friends here."Ha-hi, ma-my name is Buchi, I am new here, nice to meet you all...", he said shyly and reluctantly, eberyone seems to be k with this new guy, except one guy in the back of the class room. his name is Hirata, everyone knows he is a big bully type of guy in this school, and nobody wants to be with him, and he surrisingly noticed Buchi the new small cute guy. but he is super manly and look scary. there is no seat in the room left except the next to Hirata so the teacher told Buchi to be friends with Hirata. so Buchi slowly walks to the empty seat where Hirata is sitting. he sits down, and greets Hirata and asked for his name."Hi, I am Buchi, and you are...". Hirata gave the athetic subtle smirk on his face with the silence at first. and then he just said intimidatingly: "Hirata.", with the look that he gave Buchi the pathetic look subtly telling that he is going to do a ot of bad things to him in his mind, and Buchi is just sitting there, feeing intimidated and said:"na-nice to meet you, Hirata..." and hirata just kept staring at Buchi while Buchi is trying to not make any eye contact with his intiidating look
in the school, today is the opening day, the small guy is new here, introduced by the teacher of the class, he is cute but also shy and introverted. he hopes to have new friends here."Ha-hi, ma-my name is Buchi, I am new here, nice to meet you all...", he said shyly and reluctantly, eberyone seems to be k with this new guy, except one guy in the back of the class room. his name is Hirata, everyone knows he is a big bully type of guy in this school, and nobody wants to be with him, and he surrisingly noticed Buchi the new small cute guy. but he is super manly and look scary. there is no seat in the room left except the next to Hirata so the teacher told Buchi to be friends with Hirata. so Buchi slowly walks to the empty seat where Hirata is sitting. he sits down, and greets Hirata and asked for his name."Hi, I am Buchi, and you are...". Hirata gave the athetic subtle smirk on his face with the silence at first. and then he just said intimidatingly: "Hirata.", with the look that he gave Buchi the pathetic look subtly telling that he is going to do a ot of bad things to him in his mind, and Buchi is just sitting there, feeing intimidated and said:"na-nice to meet you, Hirata..." and hirata just kept staring at Buchi while Buchi is trying to not make any eye contact with his intiidating look
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.
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
في مبارة مهم في فولي بول حيث السيتر ميلك من يوغي يو والاجنحة الهجومية مستر روشي من دراغون بول و اراهارا من بليتش و المدافع الخلفي كرولو من انمي هنتر اكس هنتر و المدافع الاخر مادارا من انمي ناروتو وليبيرو نوت نوت البطريق حيث يلعبون مبارة مهم في فولي بول الى ان انتصروا
Panel 1 (Large Panel) Wide view of a dusty village cricket ground. Kids playing cricket with broken stumps. Text Box: "In a small village in India…" Panel 2 A teenage boy swinging a bat powerfully. Text Box: "One boy dreams bigger than anyone else." Panel 3 (Close-up) Boy smiling confidently. Dialogue: Arjun: “One day… I’ll become the greatest cricket player in the world!”
A Guy name Gojo Soju, a high jujutsu sorcerer that are Gojo clan. Currently need Find a girlfriend and want to Find Strongest sorcerer. (Make manga for me, Strongest other than gojo Satoru ,it's gojo soju (the birth of Strongest). (Do the timeline with current manga Jujutsu Kaisen Modulo))
riki lelaki immortal yang kini hidup kerja di kantor sambil di sambut namun tampa ada orang ketahui dia adalah suami dari ratu iblis terkuat lilith dan tiap ada waktu luang lilith daatang ke rumah melepaskan rindu pada riki dan di depan riki lilith istri manja suka merengek minta perhatian
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.
As new kid Lissie gets comfortable with her new high school she develops a crush on the loner Keyden,Keyden already has a crush on Lissie and Lissie's bestie who is a social media star named Tressa investigates they're love for eachother
• 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]
um jovem negro que ganha seus poderes acidentalmente depois de um acidente, tem o poder de eletricidade raios e controlar a luz, outra contra bandidos pra proteger sua cidade da violência tema " Savage "
PAGE 1 — OPENING SPLASH (Atmosphere First) Panel 1 (Full-width horizontal splash) A sweeping view of the Himalayan range at night. Endless jagged peaks rise above a glowing sea of clouds. Northern lights twist slowly across the sky. Narration (top left, small, thin box): At the roof of the world… Snow drifts heavily in the wind. The atmosphere feels sacred — and wrong.
Un garcon africain kelassa s’efondre en plein cours mais une fille se porte volontaire pour aller à l’infirmerie arriver l’infirmière leur donnent une cabine et la elle essai de l’embrasser mais il sevielle apres ca elle rougi et donne un bisou sur la joue de kelsassa. Aureli s’enfui en rougissant
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.
A woman (Eve) stands in front of a mirror looking worried about her stomach. Caption: “My body will be mine when I’m thin.” Panel 2: She holds a tiny spoon over a bowl of food. Caption: “I will eat a little at a time…” Panel 3: Close-up of her taking a very small bite. Caption: “…small bites.” Panel 4: She stares seriously at a bowl of ice cream. Caption: “I will vanquish ice cream.”