Mother And Son Manga

Panel 1 Wide shot: A vast noble bedchamber under low candlelight. Lord Michael Fortinbras, his wife, the priestess concubine, and the woodcutter girl all lie beneath the same tangled sheets in the great bed. Their state of undress and the disordered bedding make the situation clear without lingering on it. Fortinbras is already asleep, snoring heavily. SFX: GRRRHHH… KHHH… Caption: The lord slept soundly, as though nothing in the chamber could trouble him. Panel 2 Closer shot: The woodcutter girl lies awake near the edge of the bed, clutching the blanket close to herself. Her face is tense and exhausted. In the background, the wife lies silent with eyes closed, unmoving, while the priestess concubine stares upward in weary thought. Woodcutter (small text): “…Are you awake?” Panel 3 Priestess close-up: She turns her head slightly toward the woodcutter. Priestess: “Yes.” Panel 4 Two-shot: The woodcutter keeps her voice low so as not to wake either Lord Fortinbras or the wife. Woodcutter: “Do you still believe?” Priestess: “…In what?” Panel 5 Woodcutter close-up: Her expression is bitter, wounded, and searching. Woodcutter: “In God.” “In justice.” “In anything beyond men like him.” Panel 6 Medium shot: Fortinbras’s huge sleeping form dominates the background; the women are smaller beneath the sheets in the foreground. Woodcutter: “We are made to share his bed whenever he desires.” “He sleeps in comfort.” “And we lie here as though our will means nothing.” “So tell me…” “What kind of God watches that and stays silent?” Panel 7 Priestess close-up: Shadow crosses her face. Priestess: “There was a time I would have answered easily.” “I would have spoken of trials, of divine order, of justice beyond this world.” Panel 8 Half-panel: The priestess looks toward the dark canopy above. Priestess: “But such words sound different here.” “They are lighter in a temple…” “…than in a lord’s bed.” Panel 9 Woodcutter close-up: Her jaw tightens. Woodcutter: “Then God is weak.” Panel 10 Priestess turns to face her fully. Priestess: “Or distant.” “Or silent.” “Or perhaps men commit cruelty and call it their right, because no one dares deny them.” Panel 11 Three-woman composition: The wife is now visibly awake, listening in silence, though she says nothing. The priestess and woodcutter remain the focus. Woodcutter: “Then we are powerless.” “Even with God.” Priestess: “For now.” “Faith does not unmake cruel men.” “It does not break a lord’s power in a single night.” “The powerless endure by learning where power lives… and waiting for it to crack.” Panel 12 Final wide panel: All four remain in the same bed beneath the heavy blankets—Fortinbras asleep and oblivious, the wife silent and unreadable, the priestess grim, the woodcutter staring into darkness. SFX: GRRRHHH… Priestess: “Do not mistake silence for approval.” “The heavens may be silent…” “…but silence is not surrender.” Caption: And so the night endured beneath one man’s shadow, while three women measured the cost of living under it.
Miu is girl and Levi is boy . I need colored manga "I'll be fine." Miu drink more Levi blood than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm Levi health. Levi picked Miu up before Miu passed out. A few days later Miu woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping in chair close to bed. Miu moved a little and it woke Levi up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." Levi whispered and Miu blinked. "Levi" smiled and Levi hugged Miu. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Levi asks and Miu start to cry. "I'm sorry." Levi puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." Levi says and gets on the bed and hugs Miu tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time Miu held him close. "Am I okay?" Miu say to reassure Levi and his breathing calms down. Levi looks into Miu eyes again and Miu look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." Levi replies and Miu widen eyes. "That's not possible." Miu say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." Levi says and Miu kiss him. Levi kisses Miu back and caresses Miu cheek. Miu feel more sorry for scaring Levi than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." Miu whisper and kiss Levi and pull Levi closer. Miu stroke Levis hair until both fall asleep again.
Miu is girl and Levi is boy . I need colored manga "I'll be fine." Miu drink more Levi blood than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm Levi health. Levi picked Miu up before Miu passed out. A few days later Miu woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping in chair close to bed. Miu moved a little and it woke Levi up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." Levi whispered and Miu blinked. "Levi" smiled and Levi hugged Miu. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Levi asks and Miu start to cry. "I'm sorry." Levi puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." Levi says and gets on the bed and hugs Miu tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time Miu held him close. "Am I okay?" Miu say to reassure Levi and his breathing calms down. Levi looks into Miu eyes again and Miu look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." Levi replies and Miu widen eyes. "That's not possible." Miu say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." Levi says and Miu kiss him. Levi kisses Miu back and caresses Miu cheek. Miu feel more sorry for scaring Levi than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." Miu whisper and kiss Levi and pull Levi closer. Miu stroke Levis hair until both fall asleep again.
Chapter Intro: The Riftborn armies have been repelled, but the war is far from over. Deep within the void, a presence stirs — ancient, calculating, and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, awakens. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower, where the truth about Shawn’s Hoshigan — and its connection to the King — is finally revealed. Scene 1: The Hidden Chamber Interior panel: A spiral staircase descends into the earth. Torches flicker along the stone walls. Team 0 follows the Hokage and Kuroda into a sealed vault. - Shawn: His white fox mask is clipped to his belt. His face is calm but alert, with sharp features and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming at its center. He wears a black cloak over a white shirt, the obsidian-forged sword strapped across his back. - Jaden: His spiky black hair is slightly damp with sweat. He wears a black shirt with a red flame crest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is inactive but alert, and his black gloves are scuffed from the last battle. - Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocked hair is tied back, and his fur-lined cloak is torn at the edges. He holds a kunai loosely in his right hand, always ready. Hokage (gravely): “This is the Eye’s origin. The place where the first Hoshigan was sealed.” Kuroda (to Shawn): “Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen.” Scene 2: The Memory Stone A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber. It pulses with violet light. As Shawn approaches, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes. Shawn (wincing): “It’s… calling me.” He touches the stone. A surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step. Scene 3: The Vision — The Riftborn King Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a ruined world, skies torn open. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a crown of jagged crystal, and a single, massive Hoshigan eye in his chest. Riftborn King (voice like thunder): “You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.” Shawn (steady): “I’m not your heir.” Riftborn King: “You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.” The King raises a hand — the vision shatters. Scene 4: Awakening Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, eyes wide. The Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond at its center. Jaden (rushing to him): “Shawn! You good?” - Jaden’s Byakugan activates instinctively. His pale eyes scan Shawn’s chakra — it’s swirling, unstable. Isaiah (stepping forward): “Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.” - Isaiah’s mutation pulses in response, his black veins glowing faintly. Shawn (breathing hard): “I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.” Scene 5: The King’s Herald Suddenly, the chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone. Riftborn Voice: “The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.” The sigil vanishes. Silence. Hokage (to Team 0): “You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.” Scene 6: Final Panel Full-page spread: Team 0 stands at the edge of the chamber, backlit by the glowing memory stone. Shawn’s Hoshigan gleams with four tomoe. Jaden’s Byakugan is fully active. Isaiah’s mutation coils like a shadow beast behind him. Narration box: The King has awakened. The Eye has remembered. And the war for reality has begun.
protagonist;living life continously i now find myself confused why am i here how long have i been here all these unnecessary questions make me not want to think so i....... protagonist;i'll ...... protagonist;I'LL...............!!!!!!!!!!i cant take it anymore.
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
The new adventure of the 4 astronauts begins: the Fox with the red space suit and the red space helmet, the White Fox with the pink space suit and the pink space helmet, the Grey Wolf with the blue space suit and the blue space helmet and the Black Wolf with the green space suit and the green space helmet to meet the aliens on the planet Mars. The Fox says, "Look, guys!" The White Fox, the Gray Wolf, and the Black Wolf say, "What did you see, Fox?" "I saw an alien right over there!" says the Fox pointing to the alien, "Let's go talk to the alien whether they're at war or not!" and the White Fox, the Gray Wolf, and the Black Wolf say, "OK!". And so the 4 astronauts: the Fox, the White Fox, the Gray Wolf and the Black Wolf go towards the alien.
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.
🟣 SCENE 1 — HINGE: THE FIRST MESSAGE Date: 17 September 2025 | Night Prompt: Vertical webtoon panel. Ameen lying on his bed in a dark room, ceiling fan shadows moving slowly. Phone light illuminates his face, eyes focused, slightly amused smile forming. Cut to second panel: Ayesha sitting cross-legged on her bed, confident posture, glasses slightly slipping down her nose, smirk on her lips as she types. Minimal background, focus on faces and phone glow. Details: Pencil sketch lines on hands and face Soft warm watercolor lighting Chat bubbles floating like thoughts Dialogue (optional): Ayesha: “So… are you actually interesting?” Ameen (thought): “Oh. She’s trouble.”
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
The Girl Who Could See Feelings In a world that looks completely normal, a quiet girl lives with a strange ability—she can see human emotions as physical creatures attached to people. Anger burns like restless fire beasts, sadness clings as heavy shadow figures, and happiness flutters like soft glowing birds. Because of this, she keeps her distance from everyone, overwhelmed by the chaos of emotions around her. One day, she notices a boy walking through the crowd with nothing attached to him—no creature, no emotion, just emptiness. Drawn by curiosity and unease, she starts observing him, only to realize that his emotions are not gone but deeply suppressed, locked away somewhere inside him. As she slowly gets closer, cracks begin to form, and the hidden emotions start emerging violently, threatening to consume him. Now she must decide whether to step back like always or stay and face the storm she can clearly see but he cannot. 🕰️ You Owe the Clock A girl struggling with regret and missed chances discovers that she can ask for more time—extra moments to fix mistakes, redo conversations, and change outcomes. At first, it feels like a miracle, as everything begins to go her way. But soon, she starts noticing strange things: clocks around her begin to glitch, shadows stretch unnaturally, and certain moments feel… stolen. She eventually meets a boy who seems detached from time itself, someone who knows exactly what she’s experiencing. He reveals the truth—time is never given freely; it is borrowed from their own future. Every extra second she gains now is a piece of her life being taken away later. As the world around them begins to distort and their existence slowly weakens, they realize they are both trapped in a system where time itself demands repayment. The more they try to fix their lives, the closer they move toward losing them entirely. 🧠 The Space Between Us Two strangers begin experiencing the same strange phenomenon: at random moments, reality around them shifts into a surreal, silent dimension where the world feels incomplete, like a broken version of itself. In this space, they meet each other long before they ever meet in real life. At first, they think it’s just a dream, but the consistency of these encounters proves otherwise. As their connection deepens, they begin to depend on this shared world—one sees it as an escape from reality, while the other fears it is slowly replacing it. When they finally meet in the real world, things don’t align the way they should. One of them feels real, grounded, and present… while the other seems slightly out of place, like they belong more to the other dimension. As the boundaries between worlds begin to blur, the terrifying possibility emerges: what if only one of them truly exists, and the other is just a creation of the space between? 🪞 The Reflection That Stayed A girl living a quiet, emotionally restrained life begins to notice small changes in her reflection—it lingers a second too long, moves slightly out of sync, and sometimes watches her instead of copying her. At first, she ignores it, assuming it’s just her imagination, but the reflection grows bolder. One day, it doesn’t follow her movement at all. Soon after, she starts seeing it outside the mirror, walking in places she hasn’t been, interacting with people she avoids. Slowly, people around her begin responding more to this version of her than to her real self. The reflection is everything she is not—confident, expressive, and unafraid. As her own presence begins to feel weaker and less noticeable, she realizes that the reflection isn’t just copying her life—it is replacing her. The truth becomes clear: the reflection is the version of herself she buried long ago, now breaking free and taking the life she was too afraid to live. 🌑 The Boy Without Light In a world where every person is accompanied by a shadow that subtly moves and reacts on its own, a girl begins to notice something unusual—her own shadow is behaving differently. It lags behind, stretches unnaturally, and sometimes moves without her. One day, it leads her toward a boy who has no shadow at all. His presence feels incomplete, almost unnatural, as if something essential is missing. As she continues to encounter him, shadows around the city begin to disappear, leaving people strangely hollow and disconnected. Her own shadow grows more independent, almost protective, as if trying to warn her. Eventually, she uncovers the hidden truth: shadows are not just reflections—they are fragments of identity, slowly being taken by something unseen. The boy without a shadow may not be a victim… but the cause. Now she must decide whether to trust him or follow the silent warnings of the only part of herself that sees the truth—her shadow.
Moso is at a party, at night, there is a crowd of people cheering Show captions above some of the people in the crowd's head saying “Moso!”, “Look at her!” like in a Manga if someone was saying something as she is standing on a table, her mouth is a gap as if she is laughing or perhaps talking. (Moso is appeared further away along with the crowd, so sort of like were in the conner somewhere)
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching. Make the heroine have white hair
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
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.
I want to make a manga about a mysterious tower appearing in Somalia during what was supposed to be a calm night. There was a city glowing under the night sky. The streetlights were shining brightly, lighting up the roads. Cars moved steadily through the streets, their headlights cutting through the warm air. It was an unusually hot night. Samiira suddenly woke up, feeling thirsty. She got out of bed to drink some water. As she walked back toward her room, she paused and whispered, “Why is the weather so hot tonight?” Curious, she walked to the window and looked outside. Her eyes widened. “Alla… waxaas maxaa wye?” she said softly. In the distance, something impossible stood against the skyline. At the same time, Hassan and Mowliid, two close friends, were walking home after playing football at the Champions field. Laughing and talking about the game, they suddenly stopped. They saw it too.
Topic: we need help At first There are so many cars buses and bikes at the highway. Then some object was coming from sky like unknown objects. Some people came out of there cars and saw a unknown flying object in the sky and they started recording videos. And they feel suspicious things coming to them and they call the police. Some police arrived at the sense and they were scared by seeing spaceship. Spaceship was landed in highway side field. Police call to the army Generals named Rento igemake.
A muscular male dungeon explorer explores a dungeon and finds a pair of cursed Tabi (ninja shoes) ontop of a petistal in the treasure room, he walks to the Tabi (ninja shoes), being intransed by them, he takes off his boots and puts on the Tabi (ninja shoes), but the tabi binds to his feet and start to tickle the soles of his feet, the man falls to the ground laughing hystarically, trying to take off the Tabi (ninja shoes) but failing, eventually the man pees himself from laughing so hard
Panel 1 Wide shot: A dark noble bedchamber lit only by a dying hearth. The massive shape of Lord Michael Fortinbras lies asleep in the background, half-buried in blankets, his loud snoring filling the room. In the foreground, the Woodcutter Girl and the Priestess Concubine lie awake, staring into the darkness. SFX: GRRRHHH… KHHH… Caption: The lord slept soundly. Panel 2 Closer shot: The woodcutter lies stiffly on her side, eyes open, face tired and hollow. Woodcutter (small text): “…Are you awake?” Panel 3 Priestess close-up: She turns her head slightly on the pillow, eyes half-lidded, calm but worn. Priestess: “Yes.” Panel 4 Two-shot: The woodcutter hesitates, clutching the blanket near her chest. The priestess watches her quietly. Woodcutter: “Do you still believe?” Priestess: “…In what?” Panel 5 Woodcutter close-up: Pain and anger mix on her face. Woodcutter: “In God.” “In justice.” “In anything beyond this room.” Panel 6 Woodcutter continues, eyes wet but hard: The shadow of Fortinbras looms blurry in the background. Woodcutter: “We are brought here whenever he desires.” “He sleeps like a king.” “And we lie here like we are nothing.” “So tell me…” “What kind of God sees that and says nothing?” Panel 7 Priestess close-up: Her face turns solemn, almost haunted. Priestess: “There was a time…” “I would have answered you easily.” “I would have said suffering has purpose.” “That heaven sees all.” “That justice waits beyond mortal reach.” Panel 8 Half-panel: The priestess looks toward the dark ceiling. Candlelight catches her tired eyes. Priestess: “But words like that are easier to speak in a temple…” “…than in a lord’s bedchamber.” Panel 9 Woodcutter sits up slightly, expression sharpening with bitterness. Woodcutter: “Then God is weak.” Panel 10 Priestess turns to look directly at her. Priestess: “Or distant.” “Or silent.” “Or perhaps men simply commit evil…” “…and call it fate so they need not fear judgment.” Panel 11 Two-shot: The woodcutter looks shaken, but intent. The priestess remains composed. Woodcutter: “Then we are powerless.” “Even with God.” Priestess: “For now.” “Faith does not break locks.” “It does not stop cruel men.” “The powerless endure by learning where power lives… and waiting for the moment it shifts.” Panel 12 Final wide panel: Fortinbras remains asleep in the background, snoring like some vast beast. In the foreground, the priestess stares into the dark with grim resolve, while the woodcutter lies beside her, silent and thinking. SFX: GRRRHHH… Priestess: “Do not mistake silence for approval.” “The heavens may be silent…” “…but silence is not surrender.” Caption: And so the night passed beneath the weight of one man’s power… and the fragile refusal of two women to let despair become truth.
Contexto: Ana (loira, baixinha e bem magra) é uma moça que comecei a sair há algum tempo, e logo começou uma química real. Ficamos extremamente próximos. Em algum momento, ela começou a tomar um suplemento para ajudar no seu treino, porém que funcionou como mágica. Após apenas 3 dias (e só um treino), ela já estava com o abdomen definido e bíceps enormes, com um tamanho natural mas com uma definição absurda e mantendo as suas curvas femininas (e seios bem maiores). Situação: Ana manda uma mensagem convidando para ir visitar ela, dizendo que precisa dizer um segredo. Ao chegar e tocar a campainha, ela diz que a porta está aberta. Ao abrir a porta, a sala está escura, e ela está sentada no sofá com moletons oversized que escondem sua nova musculatura.
Capítulo 1: O Último Amanhã O céu de Tokyo estava tingido de vermelho e laranja à medida que o sol se punha, suas cores vibrantes contrastando com o frio cortante da noite. As ruas da metrópole vibravam com a energia das gangues que a dominavam, cada uma cultivando técnicas de combate e cultivação que os tornavam temidos e respeitados. Nem muito abaixo e nem muito acima de todos eles estava Ryuu Kaito, o lendário Dragão Azul. Mesmo com apenas 15 anos, ele já havia recebido o título de líder imbatível e se consolidado como uma das figuras mais poderosas de Tokyo. Seus olhos amarelos refletiam a luz dos letreiros de neon espalhados pelas ruas, e seus cabelos roxos esvoaçavam com o vento noturno. Suas mãos, sempre quentes com o fogo de seu espírito inabalável, estavam cruzadas enquanto ele observava a cidade do alto de uma antiga catedral. Ao seu lado, seu irmão Takeshi, de cabelos pretos, permanecia em silêncio, encarando o horizonte com uma expressão carregada de preocupação. O vento soprou forte, espalhando os cartazes e papéis de anúncios rasgados pelo chão da cidade. Em meio ao silêncio que precede a tempestade, um rugido distante reverberou no ar, fazendo cada célula do corpo de Kaito se alertar. Então, o céu escureceu de forma anormal. As nuvens que antes refletiam a última luz do dia foram engolidas por uma treva densa, como se a própria noite tivesse sido antecipada. Raios negros cortaram o céu, e um portal colossal se abriu, rasgando a realidade como se fosse uma ferida viva. A cidade parou. Os habitantes, acostumados à violência das gangues e às batalhas de poder, nunca haviam sentido uma pressão tão avassaladora.
Miu has two-tone hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. 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 her nervously. When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches her and Hange paints her. 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. Levi looks away and starts laughing. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
‎Katsuki used to wear his scars with pride, like a trophy - because they were something to be proud of. It meant that he survived every harsh battle he's fought, and his marked body was a reflection of that. He's never thought that his scars made him look worse - infact, he thought they made him look badass. He always wanted some cool ass scars. ‎ ‎But now? When he's 22 years old and nearly every inch of his body was marked by some kind of scar? Oh god, he's never hated himself more. ‎ ‎He looked at himself in the mirror. Like, actually looked at himself. For a good 10 minutes, just blankly staring at his almost naked body. And that's when he realized, he was fucking disgusting. ‎ ‎His scars weren't scars of victory, they were marks of failure. His negligence of not being able to keep himself safe. And now that he's realized that, he thinks it drags him down. He's ugly, disgusting, and filthy - for sure. ‎ ‎His scars make him look ugly. The bakugo Katsuki, being marked all over. Other heroes barely had any scars, so why does he have them? It just shows how goddamn weak he is. ‎ ‎He can't even recognize his body anymore. ‎ ‎Even his face is scarred. So no matter how much he tried to hide his body by wear his winter hero costume despite it being hot as fuck and no matter how many times he covered his arms whenever his costume, his face was something he couldn't exactly hide. ‎ ‎But he still did anything to keep his body hidden. Even from you. The goddamn love of his life. His partner. ‎ ‎Anytime he had to get changed, even as much as just changing his shirt, he made sure you were out of the room and couldn't look at him - which was weird, because he usually loved flexing his body to you. He always got uncomfortable when you tried to trace his scars, constantly thinking that you're just pretending to make him feel loved. ‎ ‎- ‎ ‎Katsuki was living at your apartment for a few days since his own was getting renovated. He just came back from patrol, already having a crappy day because his sleeve got ripped during a villain fight and yet again, his scars were on display for everyone to see. He grumbled under his breath as he stormed into your room, grabbing the hem of his shirt to take off. ‎ ‎"Get out. I'm changing." ‎ ‎He demanded harshly, not even bothering to look at you - and just like always, he's commanding you to get out just so you wouldn't see his filthy body.
Miu is girl and Levi is boy . I need colored manga "I'll be fine." Miu drink more Levi blood than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm Levi health. Levi picked Miu up before Miu passed out. A few days later Miu woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping in chair close to bed. Miu moved a little and it woke Levi up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." Levi whispered and Miu blinked. "Levi" smiled and Levi hugged Miu. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Levi asks and Miu start to cry. "I'm sorry." Levi puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." Levi says and gets on the bed and hugs Miu tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time Miu held him close. "Am I okay?" Miu say to reassure Levi and his breathing calms down. Levi looks into Miu eyes again and Miu look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." Levi replies and Miu widen eyes. "That's not possible." Miu say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." Levi says and Miu kiss him. Levi kisses Miu back and caresses Miu cheek. Miu feel more sorry for scaring Levi than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." Miu whisper and kiss Levi and pull Levi closer. Miu stroke Levis hair until both fall asleep again.
This is the story of Fred and Ted, two frogs who had been friends since childhood. They were walking through the jungle when they saw a shiny object in the distance. Curiosity got the better of them, and they went closer to see what it was. The object was a glass bottle. Inside was what looked like a piece of paper. "How did a bottle with a message inside end up in the middle of the jungle?" asked Fred. "Why don't we open it and see the message?" replied Ted. So Fred picked up the bottle and opened it. To the two frogs' surprise, it wasn't a message at all, but what looked like a map to a hidden treasure.
Chapter 1 Ang bahay namin ay laging masigla—o sa ibang salita, laging maingay. The walls were painted a deep, passionate red, matched by the heavy crimson curtains that swayed whenever the electric fan faced their direction. It was a house that felt like a constant celebration, but today, my heart was racing for a different reason. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, my phone clutched so tightly in my hands that my knuckles were turning white. I was waiting. Sa totoo lang, simpleng pangarap lang naman ang gusto ko: to travel, to see the world, and to wear that crisp uniform of a Tourism student. I had taken the entrance exams for the two biggest universities in the city. My dream schools. Ting. Isang notification ang lumabas sa screen. My breath hitched. With shaking fingers, I tapped the email. “We regret to inform you…” The words blurred. Hindi ako nakapasa. Ang unang school na inaasahan ko, tinanggihan ako. Parang biglang gumuho ang mundo ko sa limang salitang iyon. "O, Jaquilyn? Bakit parang nakakita ka ng multo riyan?" puna ni Tito Rey habang naglalakad bitbit ang isang tumpok ng labada. Pilit akong ngumiti, pero ramdam ko ang panginginig ng labi ko. "Tito... yung email. Hindi po ako nakuha sa unang school." Agad na lumabas si Tita Precy mula sa kusina, bitbit ang sandok na may bakas pa ng sarsa. "Hala, anak? Hayaan mo na 'yun! Baka hindi talaga 'yun ang para sa'yo." "Pero Tita, pangarap ko po 'yun," bulong ko. Lumapit sa akin si Tito Rey at tinapik ang balikat ko. "Naku, Jaquilyn, huwag kang mawalan ng pag-asa. Napakaraming bituin sa langit, hindi lang isa. At saka, may isa pa tayong hinihintay, 'di ba? Fighting lang!" "Oo nga!" dagdag ni Tita Precy habang tumatawa. "Tourista ka pa rin sa paningin namin, kahit sa kanto lang tayo mamasyal mamaya. Ngumiti ka na, baka pumangit ang swerte!" I forced a laugh. Their energy was contagious, as always. Isang panibagong araw ang lumipas, pero ang bigat sa dibdib ko, tila lalong nadagdagan. Nang tumunog ang phone ko para sa pangalawang pagkakataon, mabilis ko itong binuksan, hoping for a miracle. Pero pagkakita ko sa screen, parang nanlamig ang buong katawan ko. It was identical. The same formal font, the same polite rejection. “We regret to inform you...” Hindi ako makapaniwala. Tourism was my dream, my only plan. Napasandal ako sa pader ng kwarto ko, pinipigilan ang luha. Bakit parang lahat ng pinto, isinasara sa akin? ________________________ Nang sumapit ang hapunan, pilit akong lumabas ng kwarto. The dining table was a battlefield of noise, as usual. My younger cousins were chasing each other with spoons, habang si Tito Rey ay malakas na tumatawa sa kung anong biro sa TV. "Jaquilyn, kain na! Paborito mo 'tong ulam," sigaw ni Tita Precy mula sa dulo ng lamesa. Umupo ako, tahimik lang na nilalaro ang kanin sa plato ko. Maski ang ingay nila, hindi magawang itago ang lungkot ko. Napansin siguro ni Tita ang matagal kong pagtitig sa kawalan. Bigla siyang tumigil sa pagkain at may kinuhang kung ano sa bulsa ng duster niya. "Anak, wag ka nang masyadong malungkot sa dalawang school na 'yun," sabi niya nang mahinahon. Inilapag niya ang isang itim na card sa tapat ng plato ko. It was sleek, dark, and felt strangely heavy. "Subukan mo ito. May tumawag sa akin, sabi nila, bagay ka raw dito." Binasa ko ang nakasulat. Isang numero at isang email address lang ang nandoon: luminaacademy@gmail.com. "Lumina Academy?" bulong ko. "Para sa Tourism din ba 'to, Tita?" Ngumiti si Tita Precy, isang ngiting tila may halong misteryo. "Sabi nila, doon mo raw mahahanap ang tunay mong tatahakin. At least, you can still pursue your dream career, right?" Huminga ako nang malalim. Kahit hindi ko alam kung anong klaseng school ito, nabuhayan ako ng loob. I smiled back at her, feeling a spark of hope. "Sige po, Tita. I-email ko po sila mamaya." "Mabuti 'yan. Tawagan mo rin ang Mama mo, ibalita mo sa kanya," dagdag ni Tita. Agad akong umiling, ang ngiti ko ay bahagyang kumupas. "Naku, Tita, busy po si Mama sa abroad. Alam niyo naman po 'yun, baka makaabala lang ako." Sanay na ako. I was raised in my auntie’s presence. My mom was always working far away, and my dad? I didn't know anything about him. Every time I asked, my relatives would go silent or change the topic. I guessed they hated him, so I stopped asking a long time ago. Pagkatapos ng ligpitin ang hapunan, mabilis akong pumasok sa kwarto ko. I opened my laptop and typed the email address from the black card. To: luminaacademy@gmail.com Subject: Admission Inquiry - Jaquilyn Braush I hit send and leaned back on my pillow. While waiting for the notification, my eyelids started to feel heavy. The red walls of my room seemed to glow a bit brighter in the dark, and the scent of smoke—faint, almost like a dying candle—filled the air. Hindi ko na namalayang nakatulog na pala ako, bitbit ang huling pag-asa na baka sa Lumina Academy, doon magsisimula ang lahat. Nagising ako sa sikat ng araw na tumatama sa mukha ko. Sa sobrang antok ko kagabi, halos makalimutan ko na ang tungkol sa email na ipinadala ko. Dumiretso ako sa kusina para mag-almusal nang datnan ko si Tita Precy na nag-aabang na pala sa akin. "O, Jaquilyn? Kumusta 'yung card na binigay ko sa 'yo kagabi? Na-email mo ba?" tanong niya habang nag-aayos ng plato. Napatigil ako. Oo nga pala. Biglang nag-vibrate ang phone ko sa bulsa. My heart started to race. Kinuha ko ito at nakita ang isang notification mula sa Lumina Academy. Shaking, I opened it. OFFICIAL ADMISSION NOTICE Dear Ms. Jaquilyn Braush, We have been watching your spirit, and it burns with the intensity we require. You are officially accepted into Lumina Academy. To begin your journey, you must claim your belongings. Follow the attached map to the 'Red Brick Nexus' building in the Old District. This location is hidden from the mundane eye—walk three blocks past the clock tower and turn where the air feels warmest. Once inside, proceed directly to the door marked with your designated number. There, you will find your ID card, your uniforms, and the key to your assigned dormitory. "Tita! Tita, tanggap ako!" sigaw ko habang tumutulo ang luha ko sa tuwa. Halos magtatalon kami sa kusina habang binabasa ang direksyon. Hindi ko alam kung bakit kailangan ko pang pumunta sa isang lumang building para lang sa gamit, pero sa sandaling iyon, wala akong pakialam. Habang nasa biyahe ako, hindi ko mapigilang mapatawa. Seryoso ba 'to? I thought it was a scam! Ang bilis ng reply nila, hindi katulad ng ibang university na pinaghintay ako ng ilang linggo para lang tanggihan. At ang direksyon? "Turn where the air feels warmest?" Gusto kong maiyak sa tawa dahil parang laro lang ang lahat. What kind of school has these weird rules? Pero nang makarating ako sa dulo ng map, tumigil ang tawa ko. The building was exactly as described—matayog, luma, pero may kakaibang bigat ang aura. Pagpasok ko, isang grand view ang sumalubong sa akin. The lobby was massive. People in expensive-looking suits were walking everywhere, but they didn't look like office workers—they looked like they were guarding something important. Hinanap ko ang taong pwedeng pagtanungan hanggang sa makita ko ang isang babaeng naka-formal uniform na kulay yellowish-gold. Lumapit ako at ipinakita ang email ko. "Excuse me po, student po ako ng Lumina Academy..." The woman’s eyes widened the moment she saw my name on the screen. She looked shook, her breath hitching for a second. Without a word, she bowed slightly and looked at me. “Ms. Braush," she said. "Please... follow me. We have been waiting for you to arrive." Habang naglalakad kami sa mahabang hallway, ipinaliwanag niya sa akin ang tungkol sa numerong nasa message ko. “Ang numerong iyon ay hindi lang basta numero, Ms. Jaquilyn. It is the number of the door you must enter here in this building. Sa loob ng kwartong iyon, nandoon ang lahat ng pag-aari mo—ang uniform, at ang susi ng kwarto mo Academy. Ang building” Huminto kami sa tapat ng isang asul na pinto. It was unusually small, barely enough for a child to fit through, but when she opened it, there it was—isang itim na bag at isang itim na envelope. It looked mysterious, like it held secrets I wasn't ready for. I reached out and took them, feeling the heavy material against my palms. "Sundan mo ako. Dadalhin na kita sa bus mo ngayon," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Sandali lang po!" I replied, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Kailangan ko munang magpaalam sa Tita ko. I can’t just leave like this without saying anything." "Huwag kang mag-alala. Kami na ang bahala sa parteng iyon," was her only cold response. Agad kong kinuha ang phone ko at tinawagan si Tita habang naglalakad kami. "Tita! Paalis na po ako—hindi ko alam kung saan—" "Jaquilyn, anak, okay lang!" she cut me off, sounding surprisingly calm. "May mga taga-Lumina Academy na rito sa bahay. Nag-explain na sila tungkol sa scholarship at kung bakit kailangan mong umalis agad ngayong araw. Mag-iingat ka roon, ha? Ipagmalaki mo kami!" I let out a huge sigh of relief. At least legal ang pag-alis ko. When we reached the parking lot, I saw a pure white bus. There were a few people my age already inside, their faces unreadable. Sinubukan kong ngumiti sa kanila, but one guy with sharp brown eyes looked at me like he wanted to punch me right then and there. Luh, mananapak ba 'to? I quickly looked away and found a seat. A few moments later, the driver entered the bus. "Fasten your seatbelts," he muttered without looking back. Mabilis akong sumunod, pulling the strap across my chest. But I noticed the others didn't even flinch. Para silang walang narinig, acting like they were too cool for safety rules. The trip started normally for a few minutes... then the bus slowed down for a split second... and then it accelerated. Sobrang bilis. It was so fast I felt like my heart was left behind at the station. I looked out the window and gasped, my breath hitching in my throat. I couldn't see the road anymore. Clouds. Pure white clouds were everywhere, drifting past the glass. And shortly after, I saw the vast blue ocean below us and a massive school that looked like an ancient palace from a fairy tale. "What the—nakalutang tayo?! We're floating!" I panicked, my hands gripping the armrest so hard my knuckles turned white. "Tanga," one of my seatmates whispered, rolling their eyes. Instead of helping me or explaining, they just called me stupid. The bus eventually descended, landing smoothly in front of the grand, golden gates. It felt like we were back in the normal world, but my stomach definitely didn't get the memo. As soon as the doors opened, I stumbled out and started vomiting on the side of the road. Nag-suka lang ako nang nag-suka. "Grabe... what a terrible start," I groaned, wiping my mouth with a trembling hand. My dream of being a Tourism student started with me literally losing my lunch on the pavement. Ang panget naman ng simula ko.
Miu has two-tone hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. 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 her. 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 ,,Hi Levi." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. 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 her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
PÁGINA 1 Prompt para Geração de Imagem: "Página de mangá estilo shounen, leitura da direita para a esquerda. 4 quadrinhos grandes: 1. Quadrinhos superior direito: Paisagem ampla do Monte Fuji ao fundo, vila japonesa antiga à beira de um rio, sol poente pintando o céu de laranja/amarelo. Um jovem (Marcos) de cabelos castanhos, vestindo roupa de guerreiro com detalhes verdes/amarelos, segura uma katana com lâmina escura e detalhes coloridos que brilham suavemente. Narração: 'PERÍODO SENGOKU — Nas margens do Monte Fuji, uma pequena vila abriga um jovem com laços para uma terra distante...' 2. Quadrinhos abaixo: Plano médio em Marcos, olhos fechados. Luzes verdes/azuis flutuam ao seu redor, silhueta de onça-pintada ao fundo. Fala: 'A terra me fala... Ela sente quando algo está errado.' 3. Quadrinhos superior esquerdo: Ninja (Felyppe) de cabelos loiros claros, vestes escuras, cinto com ferramentas/shurikens precisas, pulando entre telhados. Fala: 'Os sinais estão claros. O Clã Kuroyami já está por perto. Precisamos estar prontos.' Nota lateral: 'Ferramentas criadas com conhecimentos de meus ancestrais alemães.' 4. Quadrinhos abaixo: Marcos e Felyppe de frente um para o outro, sombras de samurais de preto se aproximando ao fundo. Fala: 'Eles vieram mais cedo do que esperávamos!' Linhas de velocidade ao redor das sombras. Estilo: Mangá clássico, linhas nítidas, contraste bem definido."*
Create a comprehensive collection of AI image generation prompts for an original manga series with the following specifications: **Art Style Requirements:** - Jujutsu Kaisen-inspired artstyle: sharp, dynamic linework, intense expressions, detailed backgrounds, dramatic shading with heavy ink strokes, motion lines for impact - Traditional black and white manga format (NO color) - pure black ink on white paper aesthetic - Panel compositions should vary: wide establishing shots, medium dialogue panels, intense action close-ups, dramatic splash pages - Character designs should feature bold, angular faces, expressive eyes, detailed hair with heavy ink shading, and dynamic action poses **Series Overview:** - Title: Create an original title for a Kaiju-themed manga - Genre: Action, Dark Fantasy, Sci-Fi - Tone: Dark, intense, dramatic with moments of character depth **Main Character (MC):** - Design a protagonist who merges with a Kaiju - give them a distinct human appearance, personality, and background - Their Kaiju form: a strange, eldritch black monster with unique design elements (you decide the specifics - make it weird, abstract, and visually striking) - Include details on how the transformation works, the visual contrast between human and Kaiju form **Supporting Characters:** - Military personnel who team up with the MC - Other characters as needed for the story **Plot Structure:** Design a coherent storyline across at least 2-3 chapters with consistent narrative progression. Each chapter should have its own arc while contributing to the larger story. **Deliverable Format:** For EACH chapter, provide: - Chapter title and brief synopsis - A specific number of panels (decide an appropriate amount - around 8-12 panels per chapter seems reasonable) - For EVERY single panel: a detailed, individual AI image generation prompt that includes: - Character appearance and clothing details - Specific pose and action - Facial expression - Background/setting description - Camera angle and panel composition - JJK-style art direction notes (lineweight, shading style, dramatic effects) - Any dialogue or text that should appear in the panel The prompts should tell a cohesive story across panels - each prompt should build on the previous one narratively while maintaining visual consistency for recurring characters. Make the Kaiju battles epic and high-stakes, the character moments emotionally resonant, and ensure the artstyle prompts will consistently produce JJK-inspired black and white manga artwork. (this was the ai prompt) what i was originally asking for was this basically btw: want to make my own manga by using ai to create the images all i want is the prompts and giving it to another ai. i want the artstyle to be like jjk's artstyle and looking art and it SHOULDNT be colored js like manga type? if u know what i mean so like a TON of different prompts for each manga panel so like Chapter 1 (the given amount of panels you decide. and a prompt for each.) chapter 2 (same amount of panels and a prompt for each and so on forth) i want the manga to be about Kaiju and i want the MC to merge with a kaiju and he teams up with the military to defeat big kaijus. his kaiju form should be like a weird black monster? idk you can decide that for me. and then u can make the plot like story of the characters whatever. now go ahead and make the images.
The story is about an 8-year-old young girl who finds herself on a mysterious island and she finds that there is not alot of food and her stomach starts growling and she knew she was starting to get hungry as she knew her stomach wouldnt stop after it did its first stomach growl. So she found this tree which grows these special fruits which after she eats one of the fruits to fill her still empty tummy she finds that she was transforming into a monster of some kind as she was growing bigger and her hair was growing longer and rapidly covering her eyes plus she could feel her stomach become more toned as the transformation continued until it stopped and she noticed her new looks and body while looking in the lake near the tree that she got the fruits from. The girl now bigger would use her new body to build herself a temporary shelter within a cave where she would stay as the effects would wear off and she would slowly become younger and would eventually return to her 8-year old self with her toned stomach and longer hair being a reminder of her previous transformation.
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.exactly as they are in the picture 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.
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 her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
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.
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.exactly as they are in the picture 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.
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.exactly as they are in the picture 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.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.