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Its a romance manga, i dont know if i want to make yaoi but till then i want a romance story about 2 classroom guys. Vicente Martinez and Ivan Ballena. Vicente is medium height and ivan is quite shorter. Ill send the images of them below. I only want 1 page and it will be about them eating lasagna and talking about the classes, the last panel they both look at eachother.
A girl name Aikawa Rin the most prettiest girl and a new student A boy who just ordinary who doesnt treat her as a angel Genre: Romance, comedy, highschool.
masterpiece manga illustration, japanese manga style, black and white manga tones, detailed screentones, expressive eyes, emotional storytelling, slice of life atmosphere, school comedy romance, clean manga lineart, dynamic panel composition Brianna, a stylish 15-year-old latina high school girl with long dark hair, confident but emotionally sensitive, Patita, a cheerful and energetic 12-year-old latina middle school girl with playful personality, daily school life, sibling friendship, emotional moments, comedy situations, classroom scenes, walking home together, friendship and romance themes, japanese school setting, highly expressive manga reactions, cinematic manga panels, soft emotional atmosphere professional manga page composition, authentic shoujo and slice of life manga aesthetic
20s male fall in love with 20s girl who is wearing red leather gloves
20s male fall in love with 20s girl who is wearing red leather gloves
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Love story
20s male fall in love with 20s girl who is wearing red leather gloves
20s male fall in love with 20s girl who is wearing red leather gloves
A young man is walking into a elite high school for the first time and as he is walking past the list of students, he soon discovers a woman with turquoise colored hair with various piercings on her eyebrows and ears. And she has a confidant smirk on her face, with the young man looking on in shock.
Change the main girl's hair back to turquoise.
The girl on panel five, make her hair color orange.
Busty Cat girl with black cat tail wearing red satin daring dress with cleavage. Her hair is styled and groomed. Wear diamond earings and diamond necklace. Red lipstick and red finger nails. She want to know do you have enough man to handle me what I need? [This scene is not NSFW]
The young man then walks through the corridors of the school until he arrives at class 3-B
Panel 1 (wide, top): A car on the road. Caption: Distance was just a number. ⸻ Panel 2: Map fragment: Utena → Vilnius. Panel 1 (Top, wide) Bus arriving in Utena. She stepping off with a small bag. Caption: This time, I went to him. ⸻ Panel 2 At his place. Table with sushi. Casual atmosphere. Caption: We had sushi at his place. (No exaggerated romance, just normal, real.) ⸻ Panel 3 Later. Living room. She lying down slightly on the couch. He sitting close. No text. ⸻ Panel 4 (Close, intimate framing) He leans closer. Their faces very near. Almost a kiss — but not yet. Small caption: He was very close. OR more subtle: Almost.
I need a little more variety with the hair color of the background characters. And change the girl who introduced herself as Mei have dark orange hair.
Witch say: Yes. And she cast a spell again and a man come behind me and hug me and my pregnant belly. I feel love. I love my husband and I feel love to my baby who is growing inside me. Welcome to womanhood Samantha. That is your name isn't it? Yes it is. The end
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel dining room very late at night. Only a single lamp remains on above the dinner table. Sandrine sits sideways on the table barefoot in an oversized white shirt, one leg folded beneath her while the other brushes lightly against the man standing between her knees. The remains of dinner sit forgotten around them: wine glasses, candles burned low, plates untouched for hours. She studies him carefully with calm possession and deep satisfaction, fully aware of the effect the entire weekend has had on him already. The room feels warm, exhausted, intimate, and suspended outside normal time. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexual acts NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I want you empty at the end of the weekend.”
The young man takes his seat in the classroom, and the homeroom teacher begins to introduce call out the names of the other students before the woman with the turquoise hair enters the classroom.
Make a whole enemies to lovers script, about a poor, skater, troublemaker, tattooed, black hair, hazel eyes guy names Blake Morritz that meets and later in story falls in love with the rich, popular, shy, creative, long brown hair, brown eyes girl Zoey Hart. Dialogues and language english, and keep it all consistent
The next scene she is in her black lacy underwear and t shirt with the denim skirt on the ground (belt buckle also opened) and she is till crossing her arms.(this picture is not NSFW)
She get hot date. They end up bed. Soon she was pregnant. They get married as she was pregnant. Her chest size increased by pregnancy. She get again pregnant and again. They lived happy life as family on beach. Theyre children grow up and they get older. Even older +60 years old she like to look good as grandmother. The end
One life is a spark in time But a spark can set a fire In that fire here burns a love A love that will send you higher
20s male fall in love with 20s girl who is wearing red leather gloves
fairy mermaid in distress, finding love through loss
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night train compartment returning home after the weekend. Rain slides slowly across the dark window while distant city lights blur past outside. Sandrine sits alone curled into the corner of the seat barefoot in an oversized cashmere sweater, short dark bob slightly tousled from travel. A glass of red wine rests beside her phone while she looks toward the viewer with calm certainty and quiet fascination. The atmosphere feels emotionally suspended between distance, longing, and continued possession. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “The slight pain should remind you exactly who you belong to when you touch yourself for me.”
Um jovem de 17 anos muito bonito e hibrido de lobo branco de 1,79 perdeu os pais acaba virando um pisicopata e preucurando por vingansa ate conhecer na escola um homen hibrido de leão preto de 1,98 e acaban se apaixonando
20s male fall in love with 20s girl who is wearing red leather gloves
Yes, that can work as a relationship and self-discovery scene, provided the focus is on vulnerability, honesty, and understanding rather than explicit sexual content. Secret Garden — “Tell Me” Panel 1 Hotel room — Antwerp — Late afternoon The city hums softly outside the window. Sandrine sits comfortably at the end of the bed. Bare feet resting on the duvet. Freek sits opposite her. She notices him looking. Not hiding it. Not embarrassed. Simply aware. A small smile appears. Sandrine: You’re looking. Freek: I know. ⸻ Panel 2 She shifts slightly, becoming more serious. Curious. Interested. As though studying something she has only recently begun to understand. Sandrine: Then tell me. Freek looks up. Sandrine: Not what you think I want to hear. Tell me what actually goes through your mind. A moment of silence. The question is genuine. Not a test. Not a game. A request for honesty. Freek: More than I can explain. Familiarity. Affection. Curiosity. Desire. Recognition. A feeling of home. A hundred associations that only exist because they’re yours. Sandrine listens carefully. The answer surprises neither of them.
MANGA TITLE: ECHOES OF AUTUMN (秋の残響) Genre: Drama, Romance, Psychological, Slice of Life Visual Style: High-contrast ink work, detailed background cross-hatching (similar to Your Lie in April or A Silent Voice), heavy use of white space for Swiss scenes, and dense screen-tones for Tokyo scenes. 📖 VOLUME ONE: THE COMPLETE LAYOUT PAGE 1: Two Worlds apart (Introductory Spread) Panel 1 (Large, top half): A wide, sprawling shot of the Swiss Alps in autumn. The mountains look giant and lonely. A small hospital building sits at the base. In the corner, a small narrative box text appears. Caption Box: "We lived thousands of miles apart." Panel 2 (Bottom Left): A close-up of CLARA (19). Her platinum-blonde hair is tied in a loose braid. She’s wearing a soft knitted sweater, sitting on her hospital bed. Her eyes (emerald, drawn with high-light reflection) are locked onto her phone screen. Panel 3 (Bottom Right): A harsh panel boundary shifts the scene to a messy, dark room in India. KRISHAN (21) sits cross-legged on a bed, his dark messy hair falling over his face. The screen glare illuminates his eyes. Clara’s Text Bubble (Overlaying Krishan's panel): "The autumn leaves are falling in Switzerland today. I wish you could see it." PAGE 2: The Digital Sanctuary (Montage Page) Panel 1: A close-up of Krishan’s hands typing furiously on his screen. He is smiling genuinely. Krishan’s Dialogue Box: "One day, Clara. I’ll fly over there. We'll walk through those alpine meadows together." Panel 2: A vertical, slim panel. Clara holding the phone close to her chest, her eyes closed peacefully. The medical heart monitor is subtly visible in the background shadow. Caption Box: "He made my world feel bigger than these four sterile walls. For a moment, I wasn't the 'sick girl.' I was just me." Panel 3: A collection of small, overlapping borderless panels showing text message snippets flying between them as time passes (indicated by changing moon phases outside their windows). PAGE 3: The Fractured Screen (The Climax/Breakup) Panel 1 (Large, dramatic): The page is heavily shaded with dark screen-tones. Rain is aggressively beating against Clara's hospital window. Clara is coughing into a cloth, her expression strained and pale. Her hand holding the phone is shaking. Panel 2 (Close up on Phone Screen): Bold, hand-written manga font. Screen Text: "Don't wait for me anymore, Krishan. You have a life to live. Please... go to Japan like you always planned. Loving a ghost will only destroy you." Panel 3: Krishan staring at his phone screen in absolute shock. The background lines distort (speed lines/shock effects) to show his sudden panic. Panel 4 (Bottom of the page): A completely black panel. In the middle, a small phone icon showing: Powering Off... Caption Box (Krishan): "The hardest part wasn't letting go. It was knowing that my presence was draining her fragile heart." PAGE 4: The Neon Void (Tokyo Transition) Panel 1 (Two-Page Spread Effect): A massive, hyper-detailed drawing of Shibuya Crossing or Shinjuku at night. Towering buildings, blinding neon advertisements (drawn with deep blacks and negative white space), and massive crowds of faceless people carrying umbrellas. Panel 2 (Small, centered): Krishan standing completely still in the middle of the moving crowd. He looks older, wearing a heavy winter coat, looking deeply detached. A single cherry blossom petal drifts into the panel frame. Caption Box: "So, I ran away. To a city so loud and crowded that I hoped it would drown out the silence she left behind." PAGE 5: Parallel Endings (The Tragedy) Panel 1 (Top Left): The Swiss hospital room. The sun is setting behind the Alps, casting deep shadows. Clara lies completely still on the bed, a peaceful, faint smile on her lips. Her eyes are closed. The heart monitor line goes completely flat across the background grid. Clara’s Final Thought Bubble: "Thank you for showing me the world, Krishan... Be happy." Panel 2 (Bottom Right): Krishan sitting inside a moving Tokyo subway train. The window glass shows a reflection of his face mixed with the passing city lights. He is staring down at his phone. Panel 3 (Extreme Close-up): Krishan’s eye widening as a single tear escapes and drips down his cheek. He is looking at an email notification from the Swiss medical center. PAGE 6: The Unsent Draft (The Resolution) Panel 1: Krishan back in his small Tokyo apartment, surrounded by canvas paintings of mountains and phone screens that he has been frantically working on. He opens his old chat log with Clara. Panel 2 (Large focal panel): He discovers a section marked Draft under Clara's profile. He taps it open. Unsent Draft Box (Clara's handwriting font): "Krishan, if you ever read this... I didn't send it because I didn't want to anchor you to a dying girl. But knowing you was the most beautiful chapter of my life. I love you. Live boldly for me." Panel 3: Krishan weeping silently, pressing the tablet screen against his forehead. The tears smudge his ink-stained fingers. Panel 4 (Final Panel - Spans the width of the page): Krishan standing on a Tokyo rooftop at dawn. The morning sun is rising over the cityscape. He holds his sketchbook close, looking up at the sky with a sad, but deeply resolved and genuine smile. Final Caption Box: "We never met. We never got to say goodbye. But your echo will guide my brush forever." [END OF VOLUME]
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel room after she has already left. Only a single bedside lamp remains on beside tangled sheets and the lingering disarray of the weekend. The room is empty except for the faint impression of Sandrine’s presence still everywhere: her abandoned wine glass, one forgotten heel near the chair, the subtle indentation she left in the bed. The scene feels emotionally suspended between absence and continued possession. Her voice is implied more than heard — intimate, calm, and quietly authoritative, as though replayed from memory inside the viewer’s mind. The atmosphere feels psychologically consuming, intimate, and deeply private. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You may come… as long as you still feel the ache I left for you.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel bathroom after a shower. The mirror is still fogged with steam while soft amber light reflects off wet tiles. Sandrine stands alone barefoot at the sink in an oversized white shirt, slowly drying her damp hair with a towel. One bare leg rests lightly against the bathroom counter while droplets of water still glisten faintly along her neck and collarbone. She pauses for a moment to look toward the viewer through the mirror with calm affection and faint amusement, fully aware of the effect her words have on him. The atmosphere feels intimate, domestic, psychologically consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I’m going to leave my scent on your face again… because I know how much you love it.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel corridor very early in the morning. Soft golden wall lights illuminate the empty hallway while distant elevator sounds echo faintly. Sandrine stands alone outside the hotel room barefoot in an oversized white shirt beneath an open coat, suitcase resting beside her. She pauses before leaving, one hand lightly touching the doorframe as though savoring a private thought. Her expression is affectionate, calm, and faintly amused — fully aware that what she leaves behind is not only memory but physical longing. The atmosphere feels emotionally suspended, intimate, and psychologically overwhelming. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You’ll feel that ache all week… and stay hard every time you think of me.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel restaurant late at night. Soft golden lighting, wine glasses half full, muted conversations around them. Sandrine sits elegantly at the table in a black dress, one heel slipped off beneath the tablecloth. She looks completely composed while discussing work calmly. Beneath the table, her bare foot presses slowly and deliberately against the man’s crotch while she lightly touches the stem of her wine glass. He struggles visibly to maintain composure while listening to her speak. She watches his reaction for only a fraction of a second before returning to the conversation naturally.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel bedroom late at night. Most of the room is dark now, illuminated only by soft bedside light and faint city glow beyond the curtains. Sandrine stands in the doorway between the bathroom and bedroom, oversized white shirt loose around her body, dark hair slightly damp from brushing her teeth before bed. One bare foot rests lightly against the carpet while the other remains partly hidden behind the doorway. She looks toward the viewer with calm affection and quiet certainty, one hand still resting on the doorframe. On the bed in the foreground, rumpled sheets and the outline of someone already waiting beneath them imply emotional intimacy and anticipation. The atmosphere feels private, warm, emotionally charged, and deeply domestic. NO explicit sexuality NO nudity NO explicit anatomy ONE speech bubble only: “You may come before you sleep.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet elegant hotel bathroom at night. Warm amber light reflected softly in the mirror, faint city lights visible beyond the doorway to the bedroom. Sandrine stands calmly beside a seated man in a leather chair, preparing a traditional wet shave with quiet concentration. The man is shirtless. She wears an oversized white shirt loosely tied at the waist, sleeves rolled slightly upward, barefoot against the cool tile floor. The man sits relaxed beneath her attention, head tilted slightly back. A shaving brush and straight razor rest beside a bowl of shaving foam on the counter. Sandrine’s expression is focused, affectionate, quietly authoritative — fully absorbed in the intimate ritual of preparing him carefully. The atmosphere feels ceremonial, intimate, and emotionally charged and sexual. Subtle implication that she is grooming and preparing him intentionally for her own pleasure later. Soft reflections in the mirror, cinematic shadows, elegant manga realism. ONE speech bubble only: The woman says: “I want you perfectly smooth for me.”
A girl wear swimsuit in the beach
Love story
Gostaria que você escrevesse uma história baseadas nesses fatos gostaria de criar uma história sobre um rapaz brasileiro campeão sub 15 de judô no campeonato mundial, que na final é sondado por uma técnico japonês a ser treinado por ele no Japão, o rapaz não queria mas pela oportunidade de estudar de graça em uma escola prestigiada, aceita a escola fica em uma cidade mediana , onde o garoto passa alguns dias na casa do técnico e depois vai para um quarto perto da escola, ele tem aula com uma universitária que tem família no Brasil, lá ele sofre discriminação por ser estrangeiro e entender pouco da cultura, a filha do técnico mesmo contra sua vontade é obrigada a ajudar ele na escola, ela é muito boa no judô e bem popular na sala, a presidente do conselho, filha do maior empresário da cidade, que está no 3 ano, fica tentando descobrir o porque a escola deu uma bolsa pra esse estrangeiro, já que o técnico é o diretor esconderam o fato dele ser campeão mundial, o colégio mesmo sendo muito prestigiado nunca mais ganhou o título regional de judô, por que a escola rival tem sempre ganhando, nos primeiros dias ele acaba salvando um outro rapaz do bulling de veteranos do clube de judô, mesmo ele sendo mais forte prefere, apenas se defender para que não sofra punições, e quando uma menina só 2 ano vê grita e faz com que os valentões deixem ele, poderia escrever essa história sendo baseada em mangás japoneses com drama, esporte e romances, além da história ter 5 heroínas que vão se apaixonado aos poucos por esse brasileiro
Satuki Koto: (pic 1)"Ugh. Never mind." *She mutters under her breath, half-annoyed, half-amused. Misuzu (pic 2)is impossible—yet somehow… not entirely unbearable* *As The sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the courtyard as they continue walking, hands still loosely linked—one cold and steady, the other slowly warming up to the idea of this absurd little charade. The courtyard grows quieter as the sun sets, casting a soft orange glow over the school grounds. Students have mostly cleared out, leaving Satsuki and Misuzu walking side by side in an oddly comfortable silence—well, as comfortable as it can be with one of them radiating pure indifference.* Satuki Koto: "We didn’t completely fail today." *She glances down at their still-connected hands, then slowly pulls away, brushing her fingers against her skirt like she’s erasing evidence.* Satuki Koto: "Tomorrow. Same time. Don’t make me come find you." Misuzu:...um question? *flat voice as she raises her hand up like an npc* *Satsuki pauses mid-step, slightly taken aback by the hand-raise gesture. She turns to Misuzu, eyebrow raised* Satuki Koto: "…You do know you can ask questions without doing the whole NPC thing, right?" Misuzu:....right.....uhm...........date? ***flat voice*** Satsuki blinks once, then slowly crosses her arms. Her expression shifts—slightly less annoyance, slightly more dry amusement. Satuki Koto: "Oh? So now you remember the word 'date'? And here I thought you only spoke in one-syllable responses." *She tilts her head, studying Misuzu like she's trying to solve a cryptic puzzle* Misuzu:...no not really *flat voice**
The story starts off with a girl named Aniko Suemora sitting in her classroom and some girls walk up to her and ask if she wants to hang out with them and Aniko declines. Then it cuts to a boy (you can make the name for the other characters from here on out) Where he is talking to a bunch of his guy friends. Then they both Aniko and the boy leave their classrooms that are right next to each other and they bump into each other. (Aniko should have long silver hair and a cute face) They start talking and they become friends. Aniko spends time with the boy a lot and then the boy introduces a new friend that is a boy and you can make the name for him. They all spend time together and some seperatley and then they meet a final boy who you can make the name for. And they are all friends and do grouo activites. Then all 3 boys meet up (not aniko) just to talk and they end up realising all 3 boys have a crush on aniko. So when they hang out they each try to impress aniko and continue the story after that but I dont want aniko choosing a boy yet. Make there be embarrassing moments, cute moments, scary moments, and romanctic moments.
Celebrating their first anniversary, a couple searches for a special tamagotchi plushie of the character kuchipachi. They successfully find the plushie, and celebrate with a kiss.