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🖤 PLANCHE 2 — Lire pour survivre Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : sombre, froide, mais avec une petite respiration Nombre de cases : 6 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Même rue que la planche 1. Aris enfant marche seul, tête baissée. Des affiches sont collées sur les murs (avis, annonces, lois). Ambiance : Indifférence totale. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mur) Description visuelle : Affiche à moitié déchirée. Du texte visible, pas entièrement lisible. On comprend qu’il y a des mots. Ambiance : Le monde écrit, mais inaccessible. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris enfant arrêté devant le mur. Il regarde l’affiche. Son regard est concentré, sérieux. Ambiance : Curiosité, attention. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains) Description visuelle : Aris décolle soigneusement un morceau de l’affiche. Ses doigts sont sales, mais délicats. Ambiance : Précaution, respect. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris assis dans une ruelle, dos au mur. Il tient le papier. Ses lèvres bougent légèrement. Ambiance : Concentration silencieuse. Texte (très petit, discret) : Des fragments de mots lisibles sur le papier (ex : “marché”, “pain”, “rue”, “interdit”). 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris appuyé contre le mur, lisant. Autour de lui, la rue est sombre. Son visage est un peu moins fermé que sur la planche 1. Ambiance : Calme. Refuge intérieur. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (pour MangaAI) La lecture = seule échappatoire Pas de sourire exagéré Pas de lumière magique Juste un peu moins d’ombre sur le visage d’Aris Le monde reste dur, lui trouve un refuge
CyberWolf Chapter 1: Awakening (Rough Draft) Tori Mack woke up because his body felt wrong. The room was quiet, filled with the low hum of machines. White lights burned above him, and the air smelled clean—too clean. His head throbbed as he tried to remember how he got there, but his mind was blank. He moved his right hand. Metal shifted. Tori froze and slowly lifted his arm. From shoulder to fingertips, it was solid steel—smooth, dark, and unbreakable. His breathing picked up as he tried to move his right leg. Metal again. “What… is going on?” he whispered. “You’re awake,” a calm voice said. Tori turned his head. A man stood beside the bed, watching him closely. He looked older, his expression patient, like someone who had been waiting for this moment. “My name is Ein Tucker,” the man said. Tori tried to sit up. His body responded easily, stronger than it should have been. He swung his legs off the bed and stood. His metal foot hit the floor with a solid thud. “I don’t remember anything,” Tori said, panic creeping into his voice. “What happened to me?” “You were caught in a storm,” Ein said carefully. “You didn’t survive it the way a normal human would.” “So what am I?” Tori asked. “Still human,” Ein replied. “But also something more.” “Rebuilt by who?” Tori asked. “That’s a conversation for later,” Ein said. “What matters now is that you’re alive.” Tori clenched his metal fist. It didn’t shake. It didn’t hurt. “When I was unconscious,” Tori said quietly, “I dreamed of wolves watching me.” Ein’s eyes sharpened for a brief moment. “Focus on learning how to move,” Ein said. “The rest will come in time.” Tori stood there—half flesh, half metal—feeling power beneath his skin. His old life was over.And the beginning of CyberWolf had just begun
[ESCENA 1 - CONFIADO, SONRIENDO] ¡Otra victoria más! En la pista soy invencible. Nadie me gana. Soy el mejor deportista de toda la escuela. ¡Número uno! [PAUSA, CAMBIA EXPRESIÓN A NERVIOSO] [Pausa 1 segundo] [ESCENA 2 - NERVIOSO, TARTAMUDEANDO] Aunque... eh... hay una cosa en la que no soy tan bueno... [PAUSA, SONROJADO] [Pausa 1 segundo] [ESCENA 3 - TRISTE/DRAMÁTICO] El amor. Ahí sí que siempre pierdo. O-oye... ¿c-cómo le dices a la chica que te gusta... que te gusta? Porque yo... yo no tengo ni idea. [SUSPIRO] Puedo ganar cualquier carrera... pero cuando se trata de ella, ni siquiera logro pasar la línea de salida.
“Quiero un manga de 5 paneles ambientado en un torneo de béisbol en Denver. En el primer panel, se ve el estadio lleno, con el equipo de los Sombreros de Paja en el campo, vistiendo las camisetas de los Rockies. En el segundo panel, Luffy está bateando con toda su energía, y Zoro lo acompaña en la base. En el tercer panel, Nami lanza una bola perfecta desde el campo corto. En el cuarto, Usopp lanza un gran out desde el jardín derecho. Y en el quinto panel, todos celebran abrazados, con las luces del estadio brillando detrás”
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 make her more serious and studious
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 make her more serious and studious
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.
البانل يظهر شخصية رئيسية واقفة على حافة مبنى مرتفع، مع خلفية مدينة مظلمة تتلألأ أضواؤها في الليل. الشخصية تبدو متوترة، عيناها تتلألأ بالقلق والتصميم في الوقت نفسه. هناك خطوط حركة حولها لتوضيح ريح قوية تهب من الأعلى، وأوراق متناثرة تطير في الهواء. في الأعلى، بالجانب الأيسر من البانل، فقاعات حوار صغيرة متدرجة توضح أفكارها الداخلية: "هل يجب أن أفعلها؟ هل أنا مستعد؟". التظليل يعتمد على أسلوب الخطوط المتقاطعة (cross-hatching) لإبراز الظلال العميقة في المدينة، مع استخدام الدرجات الرمادية لتقوية الجو الكئيب والمشحون بالتوتر. البانل يركز على التباين بين الظلام والضوء، مع تركيز الضوء على وجه الشخصية ليظهر التوتر الداخلي بشكل واضح.
Seraphim Requiem The Divided Heirs Prologue — The Lie Everyone Believed History recorded that the angels rebelled. History recorded that Heaven cast them down. History recorded that the rebellion failed. History lied. Because the rebellion did not fail. It was guided. And the one everyone blamed… Was only holding the strings they gave him. Chapter I — The Night the Marks Awoke The sky did not crack when the Sigils returned. There was no trumpet. No divine voice. Only silence. Leon woke first. A pulse beneath his skin — deep crimson light etched into his forearm like burning scripture. It did not hurt. It whispered. Across the city, Kaelion stared at the same mark carved into his flesh. His did not whisper. It roared. Two heirs. Two interpretations of the same power. And somewhere unseen, something ancient stirred.
In this calculus manga , trajectory analyst Alex is tasked with tracking a test rocket at Mission Control. Ten seconds after launch, Alex must determine the rocket's instantaneous velocity, explaining that visually, this is represented by the slope of the tangent line on the height graph at that precise point. To perform the calculation accurately, Alex works with Supervisor Sam to use the formal limit definition of the derivative, breaking down the algebraic steps. The mission is briefly interrupted by a sensor glitch that causes a clear discontinuity on the ascent graph. Alex analyzes this anomaly, explaining that because the function is not continuous at that moment, it cannot be differentiable. After resolving the issue, the rocket’s path stabilizes, but the flight stages become more complex. Realizing the limit definition is too slow for these new models, Alex utilizes basic differentiation rules to rapidly compute the velocity, confidently leading the mission to orbit.
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.
close-up of a young man touching his head with one hand, messy black hair, tired eyes looking downward, subtle sadness on his face, light sweat on his temple, quiet and calm mood, soft shadows, minimal background, emotional stillness manga thought bubble (inner monologue): “That dream again…” inal manga panel, same young man, same facial features and expression, slightly lifted head, mouth slightly open as if speaking softly, calm and composed demeanor, seated on the bed, relaxed posture, empty negative space for narration box, balanced composition, peaceful contrast after fear narration box text: “That same dream. It’s already the third time this week.”
Heizou ruled the student council room like it was a chessboard, every move planned, every rule enforced. Kazuha drifted through the halls like a breeze, sleeves rolled up, trouble following him without much effort. When Kazuha landed in detention—again—Heizou was the one assigned to supervise. What started as sharp words softened into late conversations. Heizou discovered that Kazuha’s rebellion wasn’t cruelty, but restlessness; Kazuha saw that beneath Heizou’s perfect composure was someone tired of being alone. Papers were finished, rules were bent, and laughter replaced suspicion. By the time the bell rang, neither wanted to leave. Between order and chaos, they found something steady—each other.
Panel 1 (Top Panel – Close-Up): Extreme close-up of a muscular male manga warrior’s lower face. It is a freezing snowy environment. His breath is visible as cold vapor/smoke coming from his mouth. Snowflakes are lightly falling. Part of his long, spiky hair is visible. The mood is cold, tense, and silent before battle. High detail on the breath vapor and shadows. Panel 2 (Bottom Panel – Wide Shot): A dramatic wide shot from behind the same warrior (back view). He stands alone in a vast snowy battlefield. He holds a sword in one hand. In front of him, an enormous army (hundreds to thousands of soldiers) is charging toward him aggressively. The soldiers look small compared to him to emphasize scale. Add motion lines and depth to show the army rushing forward. The warrior stands firm and fearless.
seorang perempuan bernama olin yang mengalami transmigrasi ke dunia komik,memasuki karakter dicky yang ternyata adalah perempuan yang menyembunyikan gender nya kerana suatu hal,dicky memiliki intrik yang ambigu dengan kedua saudara kembar daffa dan darren.saat pesta dansa dicky ingin istirahat dan berjalan keruang istirahat kerajaan,namun dia salah memasuki ruangan.dicky mengunci pintu ruangan dan melepas cicin transformasinya yang membuatnya berubah menjadi wujud perempuan yaitu lyn.namun saat dia sedang istirahat memejamkan mata di sofa, dia tidak mendari keberadaan darren dan daffa yang sedang berada di sudut ruangan tidak sengaja melihat semua hal itu
A young woman in her late twenties/early thirties has taken in her nephew after his dad dropped him on her doorstep. She must now balance the responsibilities of a growing career, navigate the dating scene, and care for a 6 year-old boy. People often mistake the child as hers and she receives mixed reactions (some believing she had children too young, or that she was frivolous since the child does not have a dad). She has difficulty navigating the dating scene as most guys are not interested in a woman who already has a young child. It is a romantic comedy that depicts a healthy and loving mother-son relationship between the young woman and her essentially adopted child. It shows people's ability to judge without knowing the details, the harsh reality of being a young mom, and the kindness of a man willing to love the young woman and her adopted son unconditionally.
🖤 PLANCHE 5 — L’abri Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : silence, isolement, vent Nombre de cases : 6 Tenue (canon, inchangée) : haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, rapiécé pantalon large déchiré pieds nus posture fermée, fatiguée aucun élément moderne 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : Une ancienne ferme abandonnée, hors de la ville. Herbes hautes. Clôture cassée. Grange à moitié effondrée. Maison principale encore debout, sombre. Le ciel est gris. Le vent fait bouger les herbes. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris de dos) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, debout face à la ferme. Il est petit dans le cadre. Le livre est serré contre lui. Ambiance : Hésitation silencieuse. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — DÉTAIL (la porte) Description visuelle : La porte de la maison est entrouverte. Elle grince légèrement sous le vent. L’intérieur est noir. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Le visage d’Aris. Fatigué. Neutre. Pas de peur visible, juste l’habitude. Ambiance : Il a déjà été chassé ailleurs. Texte (très petit) : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN (intérieur) Description visuelle : Intérieur de la maison. Vide. Poussière au sol. Murs fissurés. Un pan de toit laisse passer un peu de lumière. Aris est assis contre un mur. Le livre posé devant lui. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Gros plan sur le livre fermé. Les mains d’Aris hésitent au-dessus de la couverture. Silence total. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (VERROUILLÉE) Aris cherche le calme Il ne fuit pas → il s’isole Il n’attend rien du livre La maison est déjà morte Rien de magique encore 👉 La tension vient du silence, pas de l’action.
Lode runner, a cheerful and upbeat yet calm down-to-earth and rational dandere galactic policewoman named nao, is assigned a retrival mission, to retrieve the items stolen by the enemy, deep in enemy territory, the policewoman Nao, clad in a blue mod dress with a red hemline, red go-go boots with yellow soles, yellow opera gloves, and a white telecommunication headset, must infiltrate the enemy zones, carrying a laser drill pistol to dig holes in the ground that Nao can fall through to traverse the enemy zones, but the enemy robot guards, equipped with taser-grip hands, will get stuck in-between the walls of the holes, the holes dug by nao's laser drill pistol will reseal overtime, causing robots to be immured and warped to just above the enemy zone. nao's go-go boots have small hover thrusters made to allow for a safe landing for her, though she can't use the thrusters to fly.
PAGE 6 — “THE THREE” Panel 1 (wide forest entrance) Three cloaked figures appear between trees. White cloaks blend into snowstorm atmosphere. Panel 2 (close-up feet level) No footprints. Snow untouched beneath them. Panel 3 (first figure close-up silhouette) Perfect stillness. No breath movement. Caption: No footsteps followed them. Panel 4 (second figure close-up hand) A small dark bell hanging. Slight motion without cause. Panel 5 (bell close-up extreme) Bell chimes mid-air, sound visually represented as distortion waves. Caption: It rang without rhythm. Panel 6 (final panel — eerie wide) Forest warps subtly around the sound waves. Birds absent. Silence feels broken rather than maintained. Caption: Like it belonged to another world bleeding through this one.
Maki Zenin, after abandoning her former path as a sorcerer, decides to enter Buddhist teachings to seek inner peace and discipline. She shaves her head completely as a symbol of detachment from her past and wears simple traditional monk robes instead of her usual combat outfit. The story follows her journey at a remote mountain temple where she trains her body and mind through intense meditation and spiritual practice. Though she seeks tranquility, the spirit of a warrior still burns within her, and she must confront the shadow of her former self while learning to control her strength with wisdom rather than anger. The atmosphere is dramatic yet peaceful, blending disciplined martial presence with spiritual awakening in a black-and-white manga style.
Manga about an architecture student spending one sleepless night in the studio. No dialogue, only thoughts and lines. Repetitive drawings, hands, drafts, floor plans, models. The story shows how architecture is formed through repetition, doubt, and quiet persistence. A manga told through one word: "Fix / Revise". Architecture student facing critiques, red lines, broken models. The word transforms from pressure into structure. Manga about an architecture student walking inside a building that feels larger than themselves. The building plans overlap with thoughts. Minimal text, strong negative space. Architecture manga focusing only on hands. No faces. Hands drawing, cutting models, erasing lines. Architecture as physical labor and persistence. Split-page manga: before and after studying architecture. Same character, different ways of seeing space. Buildings shift from dreams to systems.
🟣 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.”
Scene 1: The Return Wide panel: Team 0 walks through the village gates at dusk. The sky is orange, the air tense. Villagers glance at them with awe and unease. Narration box: After surviving the Riftborn encounter, Team 0 returns — changed. Jaden (arms crossed, Byakugan deactivated): “Tch. That wasn’t a C-rank mission.” Isaiah (low voice, eyes scanning rooftops): “They sent us out there on purpose.” Shawn (mask cracked, cloak torn): “They wanted to see what we’d become.” Scene 2: Hokage’s Office Interior panel: The Hokage stands at the window, arms behind his back. Kuroda leans against the wall, arms folded. Hokage: “You faced a Riftborn. And lived.” Kuroda: “They didn’t just survive. They adapted.” Cut to close-up of Shawn’s eye — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan spinning slowly. Hokage: “Then it’s time.” Scene 3: Graduation Ceremony Wide panel: The academy courtyard is filled with students. Team 0 stands apart — Shawn masked, Jaden with his one-sleeve shirt and spiked hair, Isaiah with his fur collar and dreadlocks. Headmaster (announcing): “Shawn. Jaden. Isaiah. Step forward.” Close-up: The Hokage ties a headband around Shawn’s forehead. Hokage (softly): “You’re no longer students. You’re shinobi.” Scene 4: Private Moment — Rooftop Night panel: Shawn sits on a rooftop, mask off, staring at the stars. His Hoshigan glows faintly. Shawn (thinking): “This eye… it’s not just power. It’s a key.” Scene 5: Training Grounds — Jaden Action panel: Jaden trains alone, sweat flying as he strikes a wooden post. His Byakugan activates mid-strike. Jaden (gritting teeth): “If I’m gonna protect them… I need more.” Scene 6: Isaiah’s Reflection Interior panel: Isaiah stands before a mirror. His reflection flickers — for a moment, it’s not him. It’s… something else. Isaiah (quietly): “What am I becoming?” Scene 7: The Riftborn Watch Dark chamber panel: The masked Riftborn cultist watches a projection of Team 0. Cultist: “The Hoshigan awakens. The Mutation stabilizes. The Byakugan adapts.” A voice from the shadows replies: Unknown Voice: “Let them grow. When the seal breaks… they’ll remember who they were.” Scene 8: Final Panel — Team 0 Full-page spread: Team 0 stands on a cliff at dawn, headbands gleaming, eyes forward. Narration box: They were forged in shadow. Tempered by truth. And now… they’re ready to face the Rift.
🖤 PLANCHE 2 — Essayer de lire Âge d’Aris : 7–8 ans Style : manga noir et blanc, fantasy médiévale Ambiance : tension silencieuse, maladresse enfantine Nombre de cases : 6 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Rue étroite de la grande ville. Murs en pierre couverts d’affiches écrites. Aris, enfant de 7–8 ans, marche lentement le long du mur. Aris (tenue) : haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, trop grand manches trop longues pantalon large déchiré, trop long pieds nus, sales Il lève la tête vers les affiches, trop hautes pour lui. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mur) Description visuelle : Une affiche abîmée, pleine de texte serré. Les lettres sont petites, complexes, irrégulières. Certaines parties sont déchirées ou effacées. Ambiance : Incompréhensible pour un enfant. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris se met sur la pointe des pieds pour lire. Son visage est concentré mais perdu. Bouche entrouverte, sourcils froncés. Texte (très petit, hésitant) : « m… a… » 🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (main) Description visuelle : Le doigt d’Aris suit une ligne de texte… puis glisse, se trompe, s’arrête au mauvais endroit. Ambiance : Échec immédiat, maladresse. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris baisse la tête. Ses épaules retombent. Les affiches restent là, immobiles, au-dessus de lui. Ambiance : Frustration silencieuse, incompréhension. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris s’éloigne du mur. Il est petit dans la rue, dos voûté. Les affiches sont derrière lui. Ambiance : Il n’a pas appris. Il essaiera encore. Texte : Aucun. 🔒 RAPPEL CANON (à ne plus changer) Aris 7–8 ans tenue kimono blanc sale, pantalon déchiré pieds nus aucune réussite, aucun progrès juste l’envie et l’échec
Character Reference: Character Description: An energetic , look young, 60-year-old Asian woman, short bob layer hairstyle with reddish-purple-brown tint, wearing white-rimmed glasses. She has a funny, expressive face. Outfits: sporty yoga Prompt cho các khung hình (Style: Funny Comic/Caricature): Panel 1: Dì Tư holding a smartphone, looking at a flower on a balcony, excited expression, funny comic style. Panel 2: Dì Tư performing a weird yoga pose on the floor to take a photo of a low-hanging flower, extreme body twist, exaggerated funny pose. Panel 3: Close up of Dì Tư's face, shocked expression, lightning bolt icon near her back indicating a "crack" sound, smartphone tilting. Panel 4: Dì Tư lying flat on her back (Savasana pose), holding a small white balm jar (Bach Ho oil), looking exhausted but funny, balcony background.
🟦 PAGE 1 — MORNING ESTABLISHING (4 PANELS) Style: black and white manga, realistic shading, seinen tone, soft morning lighting Panel Layout (READ RIGHT → LEFT) Panel 1 (TOP RIGHT, wide establishing shot): A quiet suburban Japanese-style city at sunrise. Soft light over rooftops, telephone wires, empty streets. Mood: peaceful but slightly lifeless. Panel 2 (TOP LEFT): Interior bedroom, messy but realistic. Bed unmade. Curtains slightly moving with morning wind. Panel 3 (BOTTOM RIGHT): Close-up of digital alarm clock reading 7:12 AM, sharp focus, high contrast. Panel 4 (BOTTOM LEFT): Ren lying on bed, teenage boy, messy dark hair, blank expression, eyes open staring at ceiling. Lighting: soft window light crossing his face. Caption (small, subtle): “Morning always feels the same.”
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 make her more serious and studious
Black and white manga-style illustration of a young male character based on the reference image: short, slightly messy black hair, sharp eyes, calm yet serious facial features, modern casual appearance. The character is falling from a tall building, captured in a dramatic mid-air moment from a diagonal perspective. His expression shifts from composed to shocked, eyes widened and mouth slightly open. One arm reaches outward instinctively while his body tilts forward during the fall. The city far below is blurred with motion lines to emphasize speed and height. Clean monochrome manga line art, strong contrast, detailed shading, cinematic tension. A white speech bubble near his face contains the text: “Ah, Shit". Classic Japanese manga panel style, dynamic composition, black and white only.
A professional 6-panel colored manga page. [Plan 1: Domain Expansion] Panel 1: Sukuna summons a dark domain filled with glowing red Hyperbola equations and floating Combination symbols $C_n^k$. Panel 2: Gojo counters with a blue Ellipse barrier protected by golden Binomial Newton expansion formulas $(a+b)^n$. [Plan 2: The Ultimate Clash] Panel 3: Sukuna fires Parabolic slashes $y^2=2px$ mixed with Permutation codes $A_n^k$. Panel 4: Close up on Gojo's Six Eyes calculating the binomial probability of the attack. Panel 5: Gojo fires a massive "Hollow Purple" orb, merging energy that shatters a giant Pascal's Triangle in the background. Panel 6: Gojo stands victorious over the shattered coordinate grid, floating "Q.E.D" text in the sky. Style: High-quality colored anime art, vibrant neon blue and red effects, cinematic lighting, sharp mathematical debris.
A quiet residential street somewhere in Japan. Among small restaurants and convenience stores sits a tiny independent bookstore. The shop sign reads: レトロ漫画堂 A modest storefront filled with posters of old manga series and fading magazine covers from the 80s and 90s. A small display near the entrance advertises a new release. Inside the shop. On a display table sits a freshly stacked pile of manga. The cover reads: 「超銀河バスターZ 新装版①」 A reissue of a legendary 1980s sci-fi action manga. A hand slowly reaches into frame and picks up one of the volumes. The person holding the manga lifts it slightly… and inhales deeply. The unmistakable smell of a newly printed tankōbon. A quiet moment. Internal monologue: “There it is… The scent of fresh ink and paper.” The person flips the pages gently. Still no view of his face. The bookstore owner watches from the counter with an amused smile. Owner: “Looks like you’ve been waiting for that one.” ________________________________________
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.
PAGE 1 : L'ambiance (Le calme avant la tempête) Case 1 (Plan d'ensemble - Très large) : Une vue panoramique d'une ville immense mais détruite. Des gratte-ciels éventrés, des lianes partout. Le ciel est gris, lourd. SFX : VUUUUUU (Le vent qui souffle). Case 2 (Plan moyen) : Zoom sur une ruelle sombre encombrée de débris. On voit une silhouette encapuchonnée de dos qui marche. C'est JIN. SFX : CRIC... CRAC... (Bruits de pas sur du verre). Case 3 (Gros plan) : Focus sur la main de Jin. Elle est humaine, mais elle tient un appareil étrange qui bip (un détecteur). SFX : Bip... Bip... Case 4 (Gros plan visage) : On voit le bas du visage de Jin. Il sourit légèrement. JIN : "Bingo."
La page d'ouverture présente le titre grandiose "AetherCards: Dreamweaver Odyssey" en lettrage steampunk luminescent, entouré d'une illustration manga pleine page en cel-shading : un dirigeable colossal d'Albion fend les nuages holographiques d'un ciel hybride high-tech et rétro-futuriste, avec des engrenages aethériques tourbillonnants et des ombres d'avatars prothétisés ; en bas, le slogan d'OmniTechnik "L'Imagination est la Nouvelle Réalité" pulse comme un implant neuronal, invitant le lecteur à devenir un "Dreamer", un adolescent ordinaire du monde réel technologiquement avancé qui, via le dispositif Neuro-Sync (NS), plonge dans l'univers virtuel steampunk d'AetherCards pour un tournoi légendaire, où deck-building, choix moraux et combats tactiques déterminent si tu conqueras les cieux ou succombes à l'addiction virtuelle.
Black-and-white dark manga page, 4 panels, slow psychological pacing. Panel 1: Takashi Kenta lying on his bed at night, holding phone above his face. Handsome face, sharp jawline, silver eyes glowing from phone light. Messy room, dark walls, urban loneliness. Large dialogue bubble: "Another night… just me and this screen." Panel 2: Side view close-up of Kenta scrolling endlessly. Soft shadows contour his attractive face. Large thought bubble: "I don’t even remember what I’m looking for anymore." Panel 3: Extreme close-up of Kenta’s silver eyes, reflective, tired but beautiful. Narration box (large): "Time moved, but he stayed still." Panel 4: Phone screen showing a chess CHECKMATE. Kenta’s lips slightly curved in a quiet smile. Large dialogue bubble: "At least here… I’m not invisible."
Shadow of Justice is a dark, psychological manga set in a city where crime once thrived under a broken legal system. When a mysterious figure wearing a devil mask emerges, criminals begin disappearing one by one. Unlike the law, he does not arrest, judge, or forgive—he eradicates crime entirely. As fear spreads, the city transforms into a place of absolute order and uneasy peace, where crime drops to zero and citizens are forced to question whether safety achieved through terror can still be called justice. A lone police officer investigates the phenomenon, torn between duty and the undeniable results. The story explores morality, justice, fear, and responsibility, building toward a chilling conclusion where the devil mask is quietly put away, leaving behind a city forever changed. Not all justice acts in the light.
A cracked training ground at sunrise. Dust floats like tiny stars. A teenage boy, KAITO, kneels, fists trembling. Kaito (thought): “Why won’t it answer me…?” Close-up of his palm. A faint ember flickers, then dies. His jaw tightens. Sweat drops. Kaito: “Come on… just once more!” A shadow stretches over him. His mentor, MASTER RYU, stands calm, arms folded. Ryu: “You’re forcing it. Fire doesn’t obey pressure. It responds to will.” Kaito snaps back, frustrated. Kaito: “I am using my will!” Ryu’s eyes narrow slightly. Ryu: “No. You’re using fear of failure.” Silence. Wind sweeps the dust. Kaito looks down at his shaking hands. Flash of memory: a burning village, screams echoing. Kaito (thought): “I couldn’t save anyone…” Kaito exhales slowly. His posture steadies. A brighter flame ignites in his palm, steady this time. Ryu gives a faint, approving nod. Ryu: “There it is. Not fear. Resolve.
كيدو هو شاب عادي يعيش حياة فاشلة ومليئة بالإحباط، يشعر أنه غير مهم ولا يملك أي هدف. في يوم غامض، ينتقل فجأة إلى عالم آخر قاسٍ تحكمه قوانين القوة والرتب. في هذا العالم، لا يُعامل كبطل مختار، بل كشخص ضعيف في أدنى طبقة، مهدد بالموت في أي لحظة. مع مرور الوقت، يكتشف كيدو أنه يمتلك قدرة خفية لا يراها الآخرون — نظام غامض يمنحه فرصًا للتطور كلما واجه خطرًا حقيقيًا أو اقترب من الموت. بينما يصعد تدريجيًا بين طبقات القوة، يبدأ في كشف أسرار هذا العالم، ويكتشف أن نقله لم يكن صدفة، بل جزء من مخطط أكبر مرتبط بكيان مجهول يراقبه منذ البداية. القصة تركز على تطور كيدو النفسي قبل قوته الجسدية، وصراعه بين رغبته في البقاء وخوفه من أن يصبح وحشًا مثل هذا العالم
Noah noticed her during a late shoot. Rain machines soaked the street set. The crew shivered. Tempers flared. But Iria moved calmly, shielding equipment, checking reflections, adjusting brightness so the artificial rain looked like poetry instead of chaos. “You don’t panic,” Noah said quietly when she handed him a towel. “I do,” she replied. “Just not where people can see.” He smiled—not the practiced one, but a real one. Small. Careful. From then on, they talked in moments between takes. About coffee. About bad scripts. About how fame felt like standing under a sun that never set. “You ever wish you could disappear for a while?” Noah asked. Iria looked at the lights overhead. “I did,” she said. “Then I learned how to shine without being seen.” That answer stayed with him.