Quiet Character Manga

**Panel 1:** Shy girl with long hair holding books walking under cherry blossom trees at school **Panel 2:** Girl bumps into tall boy with dark hair, books falling, pink petals floating around them **Panel 3:** Close-up of their hands touching while reaching for the same book on the ground **Panel 4:** Both standing and blushing while looking away from each other, cherry blossoms falling
Título del cómic “Un rumor no define quién soy” 🟨 Personajes Laura: niña amable, tranquila y buena amiga Elizabeth: compañera que inicia el conflicto Amigas del grupo Maestra (figura mediadora) 🟩 Historia dividida en viñetas (escenas) Viñeta 1: La amistad 📍 Patio de la escuela primaria Laura aparece jugando y riendo con su grupo de amigas. 💬 Laura: —Me gusta mucho estar con ustedes, somos muy buenas amigas. 💬 Amiga: —¡Sí! Siempre nos apoyamos. Viñeta 2: El cambio 📍 Salón de clases Elizabeth está hablando en secreto con otras niñas. 💬 Elizabeth (susurrando): —Laura dijo cosas feas de ustedes… 💬 Amiga (confundida): —¿De verdad? Viñeta 3: El rumor 📍 Pasillo de la escuela Las amigas comienzan a alejarse de Laura. 💬 Laura (pensando): —¿Por qué ya no me hablan? ¿Qué hice mal? Viñeta 4: El conflicto 📍 Recreo Laura escucha a Elizabeth hablando mal de ella. 💬 Elizabeth: —No confíen en Laura, ella no es buena amiga. 💬 Laura (triste): —Eso no es verdad… Viñeta 5: El dolor 📍 Baño o banca del patio Laura está sola, con expresión triste. 💬 Laura (pensamiento): —Me duele que hablen de mí sin conocer la verdad. Viñeta 6: Pedir ayuda 📍 Salón de clases Laura se acerca a la maestra. 💬 Laura: —Maestra, alguien está diciendo cosas falsas sobre mí. 💬 Maestra: —Gracias por decirlo, vamos a hablarlo con respeto. Viñeta 7: La verdad 📍 Reunión del grupo La maestra reúne a las niñas. 💬 Maestra: —Hablar mal de alguien puede lastimar mucho. Aquí escucharemos la verdad. 💬 Laura: —Yo nunca hablé mal de ustedes. Las quiero como amigas. Viñeta 8: Reflexión 📍 Elizabeth con expresión de arrepentimiento 💬 Elizabeth: —Lo siento… hablé sin pensar y causé un problema. Viñeta 9: Perdón y aprendizaje 📍 Patio Las amigas vuelven a estar juntas. 💬 Amiga: —Perdón por no preguntarte antes, Laura. 💬 Laura: —Gracias por escucharme. Aprendimos algo importante. Viñeta 10: Final 📍 Todas juntas 💬 Narrador: —Los rumores pueden causar daño, pero hablar con la verdad y respeto puede sanar las amistades. 🟪 Mensaje del cómic (puede ir al final) 📝 Moraleja: Hablar mal de los demás puede causar conflictos, pero la comunicación, la honestidad y el respeto ayudan a resolverlos.
a very tall CEO woman with red hair is walking down a road, and sees a much shorter woman with black hair. she bends down to the shorter woman's eye level to ask if she needs help, thinking she is a child. however, the woman asks the taller woman to sit down next to her. the two women sit down on a nearby bench, and it turns out that the shorter woman has a taller sitting height than the taller CEO woman because the CEO's height is mainly in her legs. the CEO even has to look up at the shorter woman when they both sit next to each other. the CEO is embarrassed.
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
Suggested Title: Echo Resonator: The Boy Who Sees the Last Memories (Vol. 1) Description: What if an object's last memory was your own death? Haru Tanaka is a high school student trapped in a world of static and echoes. He possesses a skill that no one else has: by touching any object, he can see the last memory recorded in it. For Haru, the world is nothing more than a collection of other people's moments, a constant noise that has forced him to isolate himself from everyone... except Yuuki, his childhood friend and the only person who seems to leave no trace in his visions. His life changes drastically when he finds his lost cellphone in an abandoned classroom. When he touches it, the vision is not a memory from the past, but an echo of the future: a dark alley, a shadowy figure, a bloody knife, and the clock striking 11:11 PM. In the vision, the victim is Haru himself. Can you change the future if it has already been written as a memory? Join Haru in a frantic race against time in this supernatural psychological thriller. With only a few hours before the clock strikes the designated hour, Haru must use his gift to find out who is chasing him and why, while dealing with the growing mystery of Yuuki and the nature of his own powers.
L’anime commence dans une genre de salle noir vue première personne du perso principal , ( des yeux rouge?) nous parle et nous dit : "tu sais déjà ce qui va se passer tu la vue dans ton rêve , sa ne devrait aps tarder et à ce moment la….tout finira" en tendant sa main vers nous , le perso ne peux pas parler est effrayer on voit ses clignement de yeux , et quand la main arrive sur notre visage( donc pile au moment où il dit "tout se finira" il se réveille en sursaut , son amie qui était venue le réveiller sursaute aussi elle lui parle mais il entend pas , il regarde autour de lui frénétique et il entend comme si il avait les oreilles bouchées , son amie lui touche l’épaule et il revient à la "normale" et elle dit :"tu pleure ?" Le héros dit Nn Et la nouveau clignement du perso principal mais quand l’œil se rouvre on a la vision de l’amie qui regarde le perso principal qui a effectivement une larme à l’œil
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.
🖤 PLANCHE 3 — Le temps insiste Fonction narrative : transition Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : répétition, fatigue, hiver intérieur Nombre de cases : 6 Âge Début de planche : 7–8 ans Fin de planche : 12–13 ans 👉 Le saut se fait visuellement, sans texte explicatif. Tenue (CONSTAMMENT LA MÊME) haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale pantalon large déchiré pieds nus vêtements trop grands au début, un peu moins à la fin 👉 Même tenue = le temps passe, pas les moyens. 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN (début) Description visuelle : Même mur que la planche 2. Aris enfant (7–8 ans) est assis au sol, dos au mur. Une affiche devant lui. Il essaie encore de lire. Ambiance : Déjà-vu. Texte (petit, hésitant) : « m… a… » 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN SERRÉ (détail) Description visuelle : Ses doigts sont sales, un peu abîmés. Ils suivent maladroitement une ligne de texte. Ambiance : L’effort est réel, le résultat nul. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (ellipse) Description visuelle : Même mur. Même posture. Mais Aris est un peu plus grand (10–11 ans). Les affiches ont changé, se sont accumulées. Ambiance : Le monde avance. Lui, à peine. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN SERRÉ (visage) Description visuelle : Aris 12–13 ans. Traits plus tirés. Regard fatigué. Il lit lentement, syllabe par syllabe. Texte (haché, lent) : « mar… ché… pa… » 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris s’arrête. Il ferme les yeux. Sa tête touche le mur. Ambiance : Épuisement, pas abandon. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris se relève et s’éloigne. Il est maintenant adolescent, plus grand, toujours maigre. Le mur est couvert d’affiches. Ambiance : Il n’a pas gagné. Mais il n’a pas arrêté. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 Ce que cette planche fait (important) montre la durée justifie la lecture plus tard prépare la planche 4 (les livres jetés) renforce le caractère obstiné d’Aris aucune victoire
A cat and mouse from enemies to friends
Un jeune garçon de 12 ans qui porte un t shirt blanc et un short noir
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.
🖤 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
6 hours of sleep. 8 hours at the workplace. average mood was neutral. read a book. no social activities. skipped lunch. no workout.
Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only. Panel 1: Wide cinematic shot of Arcadia Sovereign Academy, a gigantic ultra-modern school complex on an artificial island at sunrise. Sleek towers, bridges, and a huge exam building, with crowds of nervous teenagers in school uniforms lining up outside for the entrance exam. In the foreground, one boy stands out: Kanzaki Reo, a confident first-year candidate with messy dark-gold hair and sharp amber eyes, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and slightly amused while everyone else looks tense. Big caption at the top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – where future rulers are chosen.” Manga style, clean shounen lineart, high contrast, dynamic composition.
The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving. That was enough. After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here.
Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving. That was enough. After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here.
A 18 year old Japanese woman named Mika, who gets turned into the Venus de Milo. She has a short black hair with a bang covering her left eye and with a heart necklace and has grey eyes. She's seminude and armless after the petrification. She's the copy of the Venus de Milo in a museum with her likeness intact.
Miu is girl qnd Levi is boy "I'll be fine." I drink more than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm his health. He picked me up before I passed out. A few days later I woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping. I moved a little and it woke him up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." He whispered and I blinked. "Levi" smiled and then hugged me. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" He asks and I start to cry. "I'm sorry." He puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." He says and gets on the bed and hugs me tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time I held him close. "Am I okay?" I say to reassure him and his breathing calms down. He looks into my eyes again and I look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." He replies and I widen my eyes. "That's not possible." I say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." He says and I kiss him. He kisses me back and caresses my cheek. I feel more sorry for scaring him than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." I whisper and kiss him as a friend. I stroke his hair until we both fall asleep again.
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
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.
Xochi, 19 and Mexican-American, gets turned into the Angel of Independence, a seminude and golden statue located in Mexico City. Xochi has dark brown short hair with a bang nearly covering her right eye and has light green eyes. Xochi is seminude and has golden wings along with a laurel wreath in the right hand and a broken chain with the left with the original pose.
Dai from universe j and universe n have met. Although unwilling, their differing ideals forced them to confront each other, and they were ready to face each other.
Panel 1 (large) A swirl of soft light as LunaVale appears — silver hair flowing, crescent staff glowing. Riku (off-panel): “…Who’s that?” Panel 2 (small) Close-up of LunaVale’s gentle smile. Panel 3 (medium) Riku’s eyes widen slightly — the first spark of interest. Panel 4 (small) Chat bubble pops up: LunaVale: “Hi! Are you running this dungeon alone?” PAGE 3 Panel 1 (wide) Crossfire and LunaVale stand side by side at the dungeon entrance. LunaVale: “I can heal. Want to team up?” Crossfire: “…Sure.” Panel 2 (medium) They enter the dungeon — glowing crystals, dark corridors. Panel 3 (medium) Crossfire fires a volley of arrows, motion lines showing speed. Panel 4 (medium) LunaVale casts a healing spell, soft particles swirling around Crossfire. Caption: Their synergy is instant. PAGE 4 Panel 1 (large) Boss fight — a massive stone golem swings down at them. Panel 2 (small) Crossfire dodges, barely. Panel 3 (small) LunaVale raises her staff, eyes determined. Panel 4 (medium) A burst of moonlight slams into the golem. Panel 5 (small) The boss crumbles. Crossfire: “…Nice.” LunaVale: “You too.” PAGE 5 Panel 1 (wide) The two avatars stand in the glowing aftermath. Caption: Two strangers. Two worlds. One perfect match. Panel 2 (medium) Friend request icon appears between them. Panel 3 (large, bottom) Split-screen: - Riku in his dark room, staring at the screen. - Miyu in her soft-lit bedroom, smiling shyly at her monitor. Caption: This is where everything begins. ⭐ If you want, I can: - Continue Chapter 2, 3, 4… panel-by-panel - Convert all 5 volumes into manga panels - Create fight scene panel layouts - Create romantic moment panel layouts - Create cover and splash page layouts Just tell me how far you want to go. Panel 4 (small) Chat bubble pops up: LunaVale: “Hi! Are you running this dungeon alone?”
Crossfire Hearts follows Riku Hayase, a talented but emotionally burnt‑out FPS player, and Miyu Aoyama, a gentle, isolated girl who finds comfort in MMORPGs. Their worlds collide when they meet inside Eternal Realms, where Riku plays as the swift, deadly ranger Crossfire, and Miyu plays as the luminous healer LunaVale. What begins as a simple dungeon run slowly becomes a bond neither expected. As they grow closer, their in‑game partnership becomes a lifeline for both of them. Riku rediscovers joy after competitive burnout, while Miyu finds someone who listens, understands, and never judges her. Their first real‑life meeting is awkward, sweet, and life‑changing — the moment their online connection becomes something real. But their relationship is tested by Obsidian Crown, a rival guild led by the cold strategist Blackthorn and the obsessive assassin NightReaver, who fixates on Miyu and targets Riku out of jealousy. Guild wars, PvP duels, and server‑wide conflicts push Riku and Miyu to fight side by side, strengthening their bond even as real‑life pressures mount. Miyu’s strict home life becomes the greatest obstacle. Her mother disapproves of gaming, isolates her, and eventually cuts her off entirely. The emotional distance nearly breaks them — Miyu feels trapped, Riku feels helpless, and their worlds begin to drift apart. But they refuse to let go. Riku confronts her mother, Miyu stands up for herself, and their friends rally around them. The final arc brings everything full circle: Riku competes in the world esports championship while Moonlight Vanguard races Obsidian Crown to defeat the expansion’s final raid boss, the Eclipse Sovereign. Both battles mirror each other — pressure, teamwork, trust, and the fear of losing what matters most. Riku wins the championship. Moonlight Vanguard clears the raid first. And in front of a roaring crowd, Riku and Miyu finally confess their love openly — not as Crossfire and LunaVale, but as themselves. The story ends years later, with the two living together, still gaming side by side, still partners in every world they share.
🖤 PLANCHE 1 — Aris, orphelin Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : sombre, froide, indifférente Nombre de cases : 7 (rythme lent, oppression) 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (pleine largeur en haut) Description visuelle : Grande ville médiévale vue en plongée. Tours hautes, murs en pierre, rues étroites. Beaucoup de bâtiments, peu de ciel. La ville paraît massive, écrasante. Ambiance : Froide, impersonnelle. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Rue étroite. Des passants bien habillés marchent vite. Au bord du cadre, Aris enfant, maigre, sale, assis contre un mur. Aris enfant : Vêtements trop grands, usés. Cheveux en bataille. Regard baissé. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mains) Description visuelle : Les mains d’Aris tendues. Sales, tremblantes. Une seule petite pièce dans la paume. Texte (petite bulle, très simple) : « S’il vous plaît… » 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Un adulte passe sans regarder Aris. Son manteau occupe la moitié de la case. Aris est presque hors champ. Ambiance : Mépris, indifférence. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — CASE ÉTROITE (objet) Description visuelle : Aris fouille dans une poubelle. On voit du pain dur, à moitié moisi. Il hésite. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ VISAGE Description visuelle : Visage d’Aris enfant. Traits tirés. Yeux fatigués, mais attentifs. Il mâche lentement. Ambiance : Faim, résignation. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 7 — CASE FINALE (silencieuse) Description visuelle : Aris recroquevillé contre un mur, la nuit. La ville continue derrière lui : silhouettes, ombres, mouvement. Lui est immobile. Ambiance : Solitude totale. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (IMPORTANT POUR MANGA AI) Pas d’exagération émotionnelle Pas de caricature Aris enfant ne pleure pas La ville est le “monstre” Le silence est plus fort que les mots
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.
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
The protagonist Miyo is sitting on the edge of her bed. She is a beautiful girl with dark skin, short hair, and a soft, plump figure. Her head is down. She’s staring at her hands. They already feel tired.
A guy walks down the street. He trips on a banana and is sad. He says "Why did someone put a banana in the road". Another guy walks up. He is tall and he says "I am banana man"
Russia in the 1990s. A young man, Ivan, about 25, is dressed in sportswear. He has a short haircut and a scar on his nose. He smokes a cigarette on the balcony
Title: Revy’s Black Market Genre: Cyberpunk, Tech-Noir, Dystopian, Underground Economy Tone: Dark, intelligent, rebellious, futuristic Style: High-contrast black & white manga with neon cyberpunk accents, glitch effects, holographic UI overlays WORLD SETTING The story takes place in Vybz Land, a massive futuristic megacity where technology evolves daily, but access to innovation is controlled by powerful corporations and elites. In this world, early access equals power, and being late means being left behind forever. The city is filled with: Neon skyscrapers Surveillance drones Digital billboards Crowded lower districts where people struggle to keep up with the future Hidden beneath this system is an underground network known only as Revy’s Black Market (RBM). THE BLACK MARKET (RBM) RBM is not a physical place — it is a digital gateway. Access is earned, not sold. RBM offers: Early access to emerging technology Secret deals before public release Presales and limited drops AI tools, mobility tech, robotics, and Web3 platforms RBM doesn’t steal technology — it redistributes access and timing. MAIN CHARACTER — REVY Revy is the mysterious overseer of RBM. Appearance: Androgynous cyberpunk figure Long dark coat with glowing circuit patterns One eye enhanced with a digital interface Calm expression, always observing Personality: Highly intelligent Emotionally controlled Speaks in short, powerful lines Never explains everything Revy believes the future should reward curiosity, not wealth. STORY SUMMARY CHAPTER 1 — Access Denied A young citizen in Vybz Land watches others advance while he is left behind by expensive technology. He sees advertisements for innovation he cannot afford. On a dark alley wall, a glowing symbol appears: “The future isn’t sold. It’s accessed.” CHAPTER 2 — The Gate The symbol leads to RBM. A digital interface appears asking for identity verification. When access is granted, Revy appears as a hologram. Revy says: “You don’t buy the future. You arrive before it’s expensive.” CHAPTER 3 — Deals Are Power Users of RBM begin gaining advantages: Smarter tools Faster mobility Better opportunities Corporations notice something is wrong. Someone is disrupting their control. CHAPTER 4 — The Underground Rises RBM grows. More people gain access. The elite begin hunting the source. Revy watches from the shadows and says: “We don’t break systems. We expose their timing.” CORE THEMES Access vs privilege Technology as power Freedom through information The underground economy of the future FINAL MESSAGE RBM is not a store. It is a gateway. Tagline for final page: “Welcome to Revy’s Black Market — where the future is traded early.”
The forest was silent. Not peaceful — silent. As if the trees themselves were holding their breath. Team 0 stood in the aftermath of the rift battle, the air still humming with residual energy. The creature they had faced was gone, shattered into fragments of light and static. But the feeling it left behind lingered like smoke. Shawn stood at the center of the clearing, his black mask cracked slightly from the strain. Beneath it, his right eye glowed faintly — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan now fully awakened. 🌌 The Hoshigan Revealed The eye was unlike anything the others had seen. A deep violet iris, with a single tomoe orbiting a star-shaped pupil. It shimmered with cosmic energy, as if the night sky had been trapped inside it. Shawn blinked slowly, and the world around him bent — not visibly, but perceptibly. Gravity shifted. Time slowed. He could feel the weight of space itself responding to his gaze. “I can see… everything,” he whispered. “Not just chakra. Possibilities.” Jaden stepped beside him, his own eyes glowing pale white. 👁️ The Byakugan in Full Force Jaden’s Byakugan was fully active now. Veins bulged at his temples, and his vision extended in every direction. He could see chakra threads tangled in the trees, the faint residue of the rift’s energy, and even the subtle pulse of Shawn’s Hoshigan. “You’re warping the field,” Jaden said. “Even your chakra flow is bending.” Shawn nodded. “It’s like… I’m not just seeing the world. I’m shaping it.” Isaiah stood nearby, silent as always. His fur collar was singed, and his dreadlock-like hair was damp with sweat. But his eyes were sharp. “That thing wasn’t from here,” he said. “And it wasn’t alone.” Return to the Village The team moved quickly, returning to the Hidden Leaf under cover of dusk. The Hokage was waiting. He listened silently as they described the rift, the creature, and the battle. When they finished, he turned to Kuroda, who stood in the shadows. “They’re progressing faster than expected,” Kuroda said. “The Hoshigan has awakened. The Byakugan is adapting. And Isaiah’s mutation is stabilizing.” The Hokage nodded grimly. “Then we’re out of time.” He looked at the three Genin. “You’re no longer students. You’re weapons. And the world is about to remember why it feared the Riftborn.” Elsewhere… In a dark chamber beneath the earth, a masked figure knelt before a glowing rift fragment. “The Hoshigan has awakened,” he whispered. “The seal is breaking.” A voice echoed from the void. “Then the Rift will open again. And this time… they won’t be ready.”
A kind and sweet boy with long black curly hair is helping his friend a energetic and sweet girl with a outfit the girl has long blonde hair in a ponytail
Se trata de una historia que lleva el tema de la estetica el como surge, la historia se da en un parque
🖤 PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc, seinen classique Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indifférence Nombre de cases : 6 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : Bâtiment massif et austère : une académie. Architecture noble, propre, éclairée de l’intérieur. À l’arrière, une ruelle sombre. Ambiance : Savoir à l’abri. Rue froide derrière. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Derrière l’académie. Caisses en bois renversées. Des livres jetés, abîmés, mouillés par la pluie. Des pages collées par la boue. Ambiance : Mépris silencieux. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, maigre, vêtements usés, trop grands. Il s’approche prudemment des caisses. Il regarde autour de lui, comme s’il n’avait pas le droit d’être là. Ambiance : Habitude de la honte. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains) Description visuelle : Les mains d’Aris fouillent parmi les livres. Certains sont trop mouillés. Certains déchirés. Il en écarte plusieurs. Ambiance : Tri lent, méthodique. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet) Description visuelle : Un livre plus épais, plus ancien. Couverture noire, sans titre apparent. Moins abîmé que les autres. Pas de symbole. Pas de lueur. Rien de magique. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris tient le livre contre lui, sous la pluie. Son visage est neutre. Juste une décision simple. Texte (petite bulle, très discrète) : « Celui-là… » 🎯 INTENTION (IMPORTANT POUR MANGAAI) Aris ne cherche pas la magie Il cherche à lire Le grimoire n’est pas présenté comme spécial L’académie jette → Aris récupère Aucun effet surnaturel à ce stade
등장인물은 민수(성인,인기 bj다현의 거액후원자,3년간 다현에게 거액의 별풍선을 결제),영준(성인,다현의 남사친,다현과 섹스하는 사이다.),다현(성인,영준에게 푹 빠져있고 민수를 배려하지만 남자로 안본다.) 1컷:다현이 영준앞에서 엉덩이를 흔든다. 2컷:다현이 영준앞에서 방귀를 뀐다 이모든장면에 민수는 출현하지않는다
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