Super Powers Manga

"Pretend Hypnosis" — Chapter 1: The Spell That Never Worked CHARACTER PROFILES AYATO HIMEKAWA — Black hair (messy, slightly falling over forehead), striking blue eyes. Calm, composed expression. Wears standard school uniform: dark blazer, white shirt, loosened tie. Tall build. Usually has a subtle smirk. NATSUMI AMANO — Long pink hair (flowing past shoulders, often with a small side clip). Large yellow eyes, expressive and dramatic. Same school uniform but with a bow instead of tie. Energetic, over-the-top personality. Often has exaggerated manga expressions. PANEL-BY-PANEL BREAKDOWN 📌 PANEL 1 — ESTABLISHING SHOT Visual Prompt: Wide-angle establishing shot of a Japanese high school classroom interior. Late afternoon light streams through tall windows on the right side, casting long diagonal shadow bars across rows of desks. The classroom is mostly empty — school has just ended. Desks and chairs are slightly pushed around. A chalkboard at the front has half-erased notes. Two figures are visible: AYATO sits sideways on his desk near the window, bag already packed, staring outside with a bored expression. NATSUMI stands a few desks away, rummaging through her bag with her back turned to him. The mood is quiet, ordinary, everyday. Camera Angle: High wide-angle from the back-left corner of the classroom, slightly tilted downward. Full environmental context visible. Dialogue (Ayato — internal monologue bubble): "Another painfully ordinary Tuesday after school..." 📌 PANEL 2 — CLOSE-UP / CHARACTER INTRODUCTION Visual Prompt: Medium close-up, slightly low angle looking up at NATSUMI's face as she spins around dramatically, one finger pointed upward as if she just had a revelation. Her long pink hair fans out with the motion — motion lines radiate behind her. Her yellow eyes are wide and sparkling with mischief. She's holding a small pocket watch on a chain that she just pulled from her bag. The watch dangles and glints. Her expression is intensely theatrical — the classic manga "I have a plan!" face. Small sparkle effects surround the watch. Camera Angle: Low-angle medium shot, slightly tilted for dynamism. Subject centered, hair and chain as compositional elements. Dialogue (Natsumi — speech bubble, bold text): "Ayato-kun! Don't move. I'm going to try something."
Shadow Reversal Chapter 1 — The Ordinary Before Collapse The morning light spilled across the narrow streets of Seoul like a quiet promise that nothing would ever change. Han Jae-Woon sat near the window of a small convenience store, half-asleep, staring at the condensation sliding down a cold bottle of water in his hand. Another ordinary day. Same sky. Same people. Same silence pretending to be peace. Outside, students rushed past with backpacks bouncing, office workers checked their phones without looking up, and the world moved like a machine that had forgotten it was alive. Jae-Woon didn’t belong to any of it. He worked part-time shifts. No big dreams. No special talent. Just someone passing time between days that all felt identical. But… lately, something was wrong. He kept dreaming. Not normal dreams. In them, he stood inside a vast black tower that touched the sky itself. Floors without end. Silent screams behind sealed doors. And something… watching him from above the clouds. Every time he woke up, his heart would be pounding like he had been running for hours. Yet there was no reason. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. “Just stress…” he muttered. The bell above the store door rang. A girl walked in. Park Yeon-Ji. She didn’t look like someone who belonged in a convenience store. Calm eyes. Sharp presence. The kind of person who made the air feel slightly heavier when she entered a room. She glanced at Jae-Woon for a moment. Then away. Nothing special. Just a customer. But for a brief second… Jae-Woon felt like he had seen her before. Somewhere impossible. Somewhere that didn’t exist yet. Elsewhere… A faint distortion rippled through the sky above the city. Invisible. Unregistered. Unnoticed. Like reality itself had blinked for half a second. Then it disappeared. Jae-Woon finished his shift and stepped outside. The sky was turning orange. People laughed nearby. Cars moved. Life continued. But he stopped walking. Because the air… felt wrong. A pressure. A vibration under reality. Like something massive had just placed its finger on the world. He looked up. The sky cracked. Not physically. Not visually. But conceptually—like existence itself had been scratched. A deep sound echoed across everything. Not heard through ears. But felt inside the mind. [SYSTEM INITIALIZING…] Jae-Woon froze. The world around him stopped moving. Cars suspended mid-motion. People frozen mid-step. Even dust hung in the air like time had been paused. And then— A voice. Cold. Mechanical. Unnatural. “WELCOME, SURVIVORS.” Far above the city, something enormous began to form. A structure that should not exist. A Tower. Floor by floor, reality was being rewritten into it. Like the world was being rebuilt on top of itself. Jae-Woon took a step back. His heart was beating too fast now. “What… is this…?” The system voice continued. “TOWER EVENT HAS BEGUN.” “SURVIVAL IS NOW OPTIONAL.” “DEATH IS NOT.” And in that moment… The first creature appeared. Not from the ground. Not from the sky. But from the crack in reality itself. Jae-Woon’s breath stopped. This was not a dream. And whatever had just started… was not going to end peacefully. END OF CHAPTER 1 Chapter 2 — The First Crack in Reality The system vanished… but reality did not return to normal. People resumed movement, confused and terrified. Some claimed it was hallucination. Others thought it was an earthquake. But Jae-Woon knew better. Something had changed. Forever. Park Yeon-Ji stood beside him again later that day. “You felt it too… didn’t you?” Jae-Woon asked. “Yes,” she replied calmly. No fear in her voice. Only acceptance. That scared him more than panic would have. Elsewhere in the city, people began collapsing. A strange black mist leaving their bodies before disappearing. [FIRST AWAKENING DETECTED] Jae-Woon felt pressure inside his mind. Something trying to force itself into him. But it vanished quickly. Like it was only testing him. That night, he couldn’t sleep. A faint message flickered in his vision. [SYSTEM INITIALIZATION: 0.01%] It disappeared instantly. But it was enough. The next morning, Yeon-Ji pointed at a man whose shadow moved half a second late. “The change has already started,” she said. And then the sky cracked again. A single message appeared: [TOWER ENTRY CONDITIONS MET] Something massive began forming above reality once more.
My hero academia female Izumi Midoriya x Hitoshi Shinso
The Girl Who Could See Feelings In a world that looks completely normal, a quiet girl lives with a strange ability—she can see human emotions as physical creatures attached to people. Anger burns like restless fire beasts, sadness clings as heavy shadow figures, and happiness flutters like soft glowing birds. Because of this, she keeps her distance from everyone, overwhelmed by the chaos of emotions around her. One day, she notices a boy walking through the crowd with nothing attached to him—no creature, no emotion, just emptiness. Drawn by curiosity and unease, she starts observing him, only to realize that his emotions are not gone but deeply suppressed, locked away somewhere inside him. As she slowly gets closer, cracks begin to form, and the hidden emotions start emerging violently, threatening to consume him. Now she must decide whether to step back like always or stay and face the storm she can clearly see but he cannot. 🕰️ You Owe the Clock A girl struggling with regret and missed chances discovers that she can ask for more time—extra moments to fix mistakes, redo conversations, and change outcomes. At first, it feels like a miracle, as everything begins to go her way. But soon, she starts noticing strange things: clocks around her begin to glitch, shadows stretch unnaturally, and certain moments feel… stolen. She eventually meets a boy who seems detached from time itself, someone who knows exactly what she’s experiencing. He reveals the truth—time is never given freely; it is borrowed from their own future. Every extra second she gains now is a piece of her life being taken away later. As the world around them begins to distort and their existence slowly weakens, they realize they are both trapped in a system where time itself demands repayment. The more they try to fix their lives, the closer they move toward losing them entirely. 🧠 The Space Between Us Two strangers begin experiencing the same strange phenomenon: at random moments, reality around them shifts into a surreal, silent dimension where the world feels incomplete, like a broken version of itself. In this space, they meet each other long before they ever meet in real life. At first, they think it’s just a dream, but the consistency of these encounters proves otherwise. As their connection deepens, they begin to depend on this shared world—one sees it as an escape from reality, while the other fears it is slowly replacing it. When they finally meet in the real world, things don’t align the way they should. One of them feels real, grounded, and present… while the other seems slightly out of place, like they belong more to the other dimension. As the boundaries between worlds begin to blur, the terrifying possibility emerges: what if only one of them truly exists, and the other is just a creation of the space between? 🪞 The Reflection That Stayed A girl living a quiet, emotionally restrained life begins to notice small changes in her reflection—it lingers a second too long, moves slightly out of sync, and sometimes watches her instead of copying her. At first, she ignores it, assuming it’s just her imagination, but the reflection grows bolder. One day, it doesn’t follow her movement at all. Soon after, she starts seeing it outside the mirror, walking in places she hasn’t been, interacting with people she avoids. Slowly, people around her begin responding more to this version of her than to her real self. The reflection is everything she is not—confident, expressive, and unafraid. As her own presence begins to feel weaker and less noticeable, she realizes that the reflection isn’t just copying her life—it is replacing her. The truth becomes clear: the reflection is the version of herself she buried long ago, now breaking free and taking the life she was too afraid to live. 🌑 The Boy Without Light In a world where every person is accompanied by a shadow that subtly moves and reacts on its own, a girl begins to notice something unusual—her own shadow is behaving differently. It lags behind, stretches unnaturally, and sometimes moves without her. One day, it leads her toward a boy who has no shadow at all. His presence feels incomplete, almost unnatural, as if something essential is missing. As she continues to encounter him, shadows around the city begin to disappear, leaving people strangely hollow and disconnected. Her own shadow grows more independent, almost protective, as if trying to warn her. Eventually, she uncovers the hidden truth: shadows are not just reflections—they are fragments of identity, slowly being taken by something unseen. The boy without a shadow may not be a victim… but the cause. Now she must decide whether to trust him or follow the silent warnings of the only part of herself that sees the truth—her shadow.
Chapter 3: The Whisper in the Forest (Rewritten) The academy grounds were quiet after the sparring match. Most students had gone home, still buzzing about the clash between Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah. The three of them stayed behind, each unsettled by what had just happened. None of them had expected the match to end the way it did — with strange flickers of power none of them could explain. Shawn stood on the rooftop, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. A sleek, angular mask covered the lower half of his face, hiding his expression. Beneath it, his 1-Tomoe Hoshigan pulsed faintly, spinning slowly. He clenched his fist. Something inside me is waking up. Down below, Jaden leaned against a training post. His hair was spiked and wild, and he wore a black shirt with one long sleeve and one short. His Byakugan was active, veins bulging at his temples. He flipped a kunai in his hand, but his usual smirk was gone. That thing I felt… it wasn’t mine. But it was watching. Isaiah stood at the edge of the woods, his dreadlock-like hair swaying slightly. A thick fur collar wrapped around his neck, and his eyes were locked on the trees. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. But he felt it — something in the forest was staring back. A breeze rustled the leaves. Isaiah’s hand twitched toward his blade. Nothing. But the feeling didn’t leave. That night, the three of them were summoned to the headmaster’s office. The room was dim, lit only by a single lantern. Scrolls lined the walls, and a large map of the village was pinned behind the desk. The headmaster, an older shinobi with a long scar across his jaw, studied them in silence. “You three,” he said finally, “are different.” They didn’t respond. “I don’t know what’s inside you. But I’ve seen enough to know this — something is coming. And when it does, you’ll either be our greatest hope… or our greatest threat.” He turned to the window. “Tomorrow, you’ll be sent on your first mission. A simple patrol. But stay sharp. The forest has been… restless.” Outside, the wind howled. And deep in the woods, something opened its eyes.
| Panel | Description | Character / Pose | Dialogue / Thought | SFX / Ambient | | ----- | ------------------------------------------ | --------------------------------- | --------------------------------- | ----------------------------------- | | 1 | Wide hallway | outer edges blurred, center clear | — | faint ambient hum | | 2 | Close-up Pravya | neutral, slightly sad | Thought: “…it’s spreading again.” | — | | 3 | Side angle, students in blurred background | — | — | soft murmurs, distant locker clangs | | 4 | Full focus on her | still, calm, slight orange glow | — | heartbeat *thump…thump* |
Capítulo 1: O Último Amanhã O céu de Tokyo estava tingido de vermelho e laranja à medida que o sol se punha, suas cores vibrantes contrastando com o frio cortante da noite. As ruas da metrópole vibravam com a energia das gangues que a dominavam, cada uma cultivando técnicas de combate e cultivação que os tornavam temidos e respeitados. Nem muito abaixo e nem muito acima de todos eles estava Ryuu Kaito, o lendário Dragão Azul. Mesmo com apenas 15 anos, ele já havia recebido o título de líder imbatível e se consolidado como uma das figuras mais poderosas de Tokyo. Seus olhos amarelos refletiam a luz dos letreiros de neon espalhados pelas ruas, e seus cabelos roxos esvoaçavam com o vento noturno. Suas mãos, sempre quentes com o fogo de seu espírito inabalável, estavam cruzadas enquanto ele observava a cidade do alto de uma antiga catedral. Ao seu lado, seu irmão Takeshi, de cabelos pretos, permanecia em silêncio, encarando o horizonte com uma expressão carregada de preocupação. O vento soprou forte, espalhando os cartazes e papéis de anúncios rasgados pelo chão da cidade. Em meio ao silêncio que precede a tempestade, um rugido distante reverberou no ar, fazendo cada célula do corpo de Kaito se alertar. Então, o céu escureceu de forma anormal. As nuvens que antes refletiam a última luz do dia foram engolidas por uma treva densa, como se a própria noite tivesse sido antecipada. Raios negros cortaram o céu, e um portal colossal se abriu, rasgando a realidade como se fosse uma ferida viva. A cidade parou. Os habitantes, acostumados à violência das gangues e às batalhas de poder, nunca haviam sentido uma pressão tão avassaladora.
gojo vs sukuna
Chapter 1 Ang bahay namin ay laging masigla—o sa ibang salita, laging maingay. The walls were painted a deep, passionate red, matched by the heavy crimson curtains that swayed whenever the electric fan faced their direction. It was a house that felt like a constant celebration, but today, my heart was racing for a different reason. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, my phone clutched so tightly in my hands that my knuckles were turning white. I was waiting. Sa totoo lang, simpleng pangarap lang naman ang gusto ko: to travel, to see the world, and to wear that crisp uniform of a Tourism student. I had taken the entrance exams for the two biggest universities in the city. My dream schools. Ting. Isang notification ang lumabas sa screen. My breath hitched. With shaking fingers, I tapped the email. “We regret to inform you…” The words blurred. Hindi ako nakapasa. Ang unang school na inaasahan ko, tinanggihan ako. Parang biglang gumuho ang mundo ko sa limang salitang iyon. "O, Jaquilyn? Bakit parang nakakita ka ng multo riyan?" puna ni Tito Rey habang naglalakad bitbit ang isang tumpok ng labada. Pilit akong ngumiti, pero ramdam ko ang panginginig ng labi ko. "Tito... yung email. Hindi po ako nakuha sa unang school." Agad na lumabas si Tita Precy mula sa kusina, bitbit ang sandok na may bakas pa ng sarsa. "Hala, anak? Hayaan mo na 'yun! Baka hindi talaga 'yun ang para sa'yo." "Pero Tita, pangarap ko po 'yun," bulong ko. Lumapit sa akin si Tito Rey at tinapik ang balikat ko. "Naku, Jaquilyn, huwag kang mawalan ng pag-asa. Napakaraming bituin sa langit, hindi lang isa. At saka, may isa pa tayong hinihintay, 'di ba? Fighting lang!" "Oo nga!" dagdag ni Tita Precy habang tumatawa. "Tourista ka pa rin sa paningin namin, kahit sa kanto lang tayo mamasyal mamaya. Ngumiti ka na, baka pumangit ang swerte!" I forced a laugh. Their energy was contagious, as always. Isang panibagong araw ang lumipas, pero ang bigat sa dibdib ko, tila lalong nadagdagan. Nang tumunog ang phone ko para sa pangalawang pagkakataon, mabilis ko itong binuksan, hoping for a miracle. Pero pagkakita ko sa screen, parang nanlamig ang buong katawan ko. It was identical. The same formal font, the same polite rejection. “We regret to inform you...” Hindi ako makapaniwala. Tourism was my dream, my only plan. Napasandal ako sa pader ng kwarto ko, pinipigilan ang luha. Bakit parang lahat ng pinto, isinasara sa akin? ________________________ Nang sumapit ang hapunan, pilit akong lumabas ng kwarto. The dining table was a battlefield of noise, as usual. My younger cousins were chasing each other with spoons, habang si Tito Rey ay malakas na tumatawa sa kung anong biro sa TV. "Jaquilyn, kain na! Paborito mo 'tong ulam," sigaw ni Tita Precy mula sa dulo ng lamesa. Umupo ako, tahimik lang na nilalaro ang kanin sa plato ko. Maski ang ingay nila, hindi magawang itago ang lungkot ko. Napansin siguro ni Tita ang matagal kong pagtitig sa kawalan. Bigla siyang tumigil sa pagkain at may kinuhang kung ano sa bulsa ng duster niya. "Anak, wag ka nang masyadong malungkot sa dalawang school na 'yun," sabi niya nang mahinahon. Inilapag niya ang isang itim na card sa tapat ng plato ko. It was sleek, dark, and felt strangely heavy. "Subukan mo ito. May tumawag sa akin, sabi nila, bagay ka raw dito." Binasa ko ang nakasulat. Isang numero at isang email address lang ang nandoon: luminaacademy@gmail.com. "Lumina Academy?" bulong ko. "Para sa Tourism din ba 'to, Tita?" Ngumiti si Tita Precy, isang ngiting tila may halong misteryo. "Sabi nila, doon mo raw mahahanap ang tunay mong tatahakin. At least, you can still pursue your dream career, right?" Huminga ako nang malalim. Kahit hindi ko alam kung anong klaseng school ito, nabuhayan ako ng loob. I smiled back at her, feeling a spark of hope. "Sige po, Tita. I-email ko po sila mamaya." "Mabuti 'yan. Tawagan mo rin ang Mama mo, ibalita mo sa kanya," dagdag ni Tita. Agad akong umiling, ang ngiti ko ay bahagyang kumupas. "Naku, Tita, busy po si Mama sa abroad. Alam niyo naman po 'yun, baka makaabala lang ako." Sanay na ako. I was raised in my auntie’s presence. My mom was always working far away, and my dad? I didn't know anything about him. Every time I asked, my relatives would go silent or change the topic. I guessed they hated him, so I stopped asking a long time ago. Pagkatapos ng ligpitin ang hapunan, mabilis akong pumasok sa kwarto ko. I opened my laptop and typed the email address from the black card. To: luminaacademy@gmail.com Subject: Admission Inquiry - Jaquilyn Braush I hit send and leaned back on my pillow. While waiting for the notification, my eyelids started to feel heavy. The red walls of my room seemed to glow a bit brighter in the dark, and the scent of smoke—faint, almost like a dying candle—filled the air. Hindi ko na namalayang nakatulog na pala ako, bitbit ang huling pag-asa na baka sa Lumina Academy, doon magsisimula ang lahat. Nagising ako sa sikat ng araw na tumatama sa mukha ko. Sa sobrang antok ko kagabi, halos makalimutan ko na ang tungkol sa email na ipinadala ko. Dumiretso ako sa kusina para mag-almusal nang datnan ko si Tita Precy na nag-aabang na pala sa akin. "O, Jaquilyn? Kumusta 'yung card na binigay ko sa 'yo kagabi? Na-email mo ba?" tanong niya habang nag-aayos ng plato. Napatigil ako. Oo nga pala. Biglang nag-vibrate ang phone ko sa bulsa. My heart started to race. Kinuha ko ito at nakita ang isang notification mula sa Lumina Academy. Shaking, I opened it. OFFICIAL ADMISSION NOTICE Dear Ms. Jaquilyn Braush, We have been watching your spirit, and it burns with the intensity we require. You are officially accepted into Lumina Academy. To begin your journey, you must claim your belongings. Follow the attached map to the 'Red Brick Nexus' building in the Old District. This location is hidden from the mundane eye—walk three blocks past the clock tower and turn where the air feels warmest. Once inside, proceed directly to the door marked with your designated number. There, you will find your ID card, your uniforms, and the key to your assigned dormitory. "Tita! Tita, tanggap ako!" sigaw ko habang tumutulo ang luha ko sa tuwa. Halos magtatalon kami sa kusina habang binabasa ang direksyon. Hindi ko alam kung bakit kailangan ko pang pumunta sa isang lumang building para lang sa gamit, pero sa sandaling iyon, wala akong pakialam. Habang nasa biyahe ako, hindi ko mapigilang mapatawa. Seryoso ba 'to? I thought it was a scam! Ang bilis ng reply nila, hindi katulad ng ibang university na pinaghintay ako ng ilang linggo para lang tanggihan. At ang direksyon? "Turn where the air feels warmest?" Gusto kong maiyak sa tawa dahil parang laro lang ang lahat. What kind of school has these weird rules? Pero nang makarating ako sa dulo ng map, tumigil ang tawa ko. The building was exactly as described—matayog, luma, pero may kakaibang bigat ang aura. Pagpasok ko, isang grand view ang sumalubong sa akin. The lobby was massive. People in expensive-looking suits were walking everywhere, but they didn't look like office workers—they looked like they were guarding something important. Hinanap ko ang taong pwedeng pagtanungan hanggang sa makita ko ang isang babaeng naka-formal uniform na kulay yellowish-gold. Lumapit ako at ipinakita ang email ko. "Excuse me po, student po ako ng Lumina Academy..." The woman’s eyes widened the moment she saw my name on the screen. She looked shook, her breath hitching for a second. Without a word, she bowed slightly and looked at me. “Ms. Braush," she said. "Please... follow me. We have been waiting for you to arrive." Habang naglalakad kami sa mahabang hallway, ipinaliwanag niya sa akin ang tungkol sa numerong nasa message ko. “Ang numerong iyon ay hindi lang basta numero, Ms. Jaquilyn. It is the number of the door you must enter here in this building. Sa loob ng kwartong iyon, nandoon ang lahat ng pag-aari mo—ang uniform, at ang susi ng kwarto mo Academy. Ang building” Huminto kami sa tapat ng isang asul na pinto. It was unusually small, barely enough for a child to fit through, but when she opened it, there it was—isang itim na bag at isang itim na envelope. It looked mysterious, like it held secrets I wasn't ready for. I reached out and took them, feeling the heavy material against my palms. "Sundan mo ako. Dadalhin na kita sa bus mo ngayon," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Sandali lang po!" I replied, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Kailangan ko munang magpaalam sa Tita ko. I can’t just leave like this without saying anything." "Huwag kang mag-alala. Kami na ang bahala sa parteng iyon," was her only cold response. Agad kong kinuha ang phone ko at tinawagan si Tita habang naglalakad kami. "Tita! Paalis na po ako—hindi ko alam kung saan—" "Jaquilyn, anak, okay lang!" she cut me off, sounding surprisingly calm. "May mga taga-Lumina Academy na rito sa bahay. Nag-explain na sila tungkol sa scholarship at kung bakit kailangan mong umalis agad ngayong araw. Mag-iingat ka roon, ha? Ipagmalaki mo kami!" I let out a huge sigh of relief. At least legal ang pag-alis ko. When we reached the parking lot, I saw a pure white bus. There were a few people my age already inside, their faces unreadable. Sinubukan kong ngumiti sa kanila, but one guy with sharp brown eyes looked at me like he wanted to punch me right then and there. Luh, mananapak ba 'to? I quickly looked away and found a seat. A few moments later, the driver entered the bus. "Fasten your seatbelts," he muttered without looking back. Mabilis akong sumunod, pulling the strap across my chest. But I noticed the others didn't even flinch. Para silang walang narinig, acting like they were too cool for safety rules. The trip started normally for a few minutes... then the bus slowed down for a split second... and then it accelerated. Sobrang bilis. It was so fast I felt like my heart was left behind at the station. I looked out the window and gasped, my breath hitching in my throat. I couldn't see the road anymore. Clouds. Pure white clouds were everywhere, drifting past the glass. And shortly after, I saw the vast blue ocean below us and a massive school that looked like an ancient palace from a fairy tale. "What the—nakalutang tayo?! We're floating!" I panicked, my hands gripping the armrest so hard my knuckles turned white. "Tanga," one of my seatmates whispered, rolling their eyes. Instead of helping me or explaining, they just called me stupid. The bus eventually descended, landing smoothly in front of the grand, golden gates. It felt like we were back in the normal world, but my stomach definitely didn't get the memo. As soon as the doors opened, I stumbled out and started vomiting on the side of the road. Nag-suka lang ako nang nag-suka. "Grabe... what a terrible start," I groaned, wiping my mouth with a trembling hand. My dream of being a Tourism student started with me literally losing my lunch on the pavement. Ang panget naman ng simula ko.
LIght Yagami Is a japeneise 17 year old police chief. Melolo i\s an evil man
Manga de 2 paneles que muestra una conexión mística a través de un espejo entre dos mundos. Panel 1: Ryo, un joven reencarnado con aspecto de héroe de fantasía, mira con asombro un espejo antiguo en un entorno medieval; un bocadillo de texto dice: '¿Kenji?'. Panel 2: En la Tierra moderna, Kenji mira su reflejo en el espejo de su habitación con lágrimas en los ojos, viendo la silueta de su hermano del otro lado; un bocadillo de texto dice: '¿Rinto?'. Estilo Shounen, atmósfera melancólica y cinematográfica
Gemini के साथ बातचीत Create one best fighting anime Indian anime and with Japanese style and realistic The concept of a "realistic Indian fighting anime with a Japanese style" is a fascinating intersection of cultures. While a long-running TV series that fits this exact description is still a "holy grail" for fans, there are specific films and characters that bridge this gap perfectly. Here are the best examples that capture that specific realistic, Japanese-animated combat energy within an Indian context: 1. Ramayana: The Legend of Prince Rama (1992) This is the gold standard. It was a co-production between India and Japan, directed by Yugo Sako. The Style: Traditional 90s cel animation—the same era and quality as Princess Mononoke or Dragon Ball Z. The Realism: While it involves divine elements, the choreography of the archery and swordplay is grounded in classical Indian martial arts. The weight of the armor, the tension of the bows, and the environmental detail (Ayodhya, the forests, Lanka) are rendered with Japanese precision. Why it fits: It doesn’t feel like a "cartoon"; it feels like an epic anime film. 2. Arjun: The Warrior Prince (2012) Though technically an Indian production, it heavily utilizes the "Anime-esque" visual language (shading, dynamic "camera" movement, and high-contrast lighting). The Style: It uses a stylized 3D-on-2D look that mimics modern Japanese theatrical releases. The Fighting: This is arguably the most realistic depiction of Kalaripayattu and ancient Indian warfare in animation. The training sequences and the final Kurukshetra battle focus on physics, momentum, and tactical combat. 3. The "Fate" Series (Karna and Arjuna) If you want to see Indian characters in a high-budget, modern Japanese fighting anime, look at the Fate franchise (specifically Fate/Apocrypha and Fate/Grand Order). The Character: Karna (Lancer of Red) is portrayed as one of the most powerful and noble "Servants" in the series. The Fighting: His combat style is incredibly intense and animated by top-tier Japanese studios like A-1 Pictures. While it leans into "superpowered" territory, his movements are based on the mythic descriptions of his legendary skill. 4. Street Fighter II: V (The India Arc) For a realistic look at 1990s India through a Japanese lens, the "India Arc" in this series is iconic. The Context: Ryu and Ken travel to India to seek a master. They meet Dhalsim, who is portrayed not as a caricature, but as a wise, physically disciplined monk. The Vibe: The episodes capture the grit, heat, and atmosphere of Calcutta and rural India with a grounded, realistic aesthetic typical of 90s "World Tour" anime. Comparison of Styles Feature The Legend of Prince Rama Arjun: The Warrior Prince Fate Series (Karna) Animation Style Classic 90s Hand-drawn Stylized 3D/Cell-shaded Ultra-Modern Digital Combat Focus Tactical Archery/Epic Scale Martial Arts/Kalaripayattu High-Octane Supernatural Realism High (Cultural/Historical) High (Physics/Movement) Low (Fantasy/Power-scaling) Recommendation: If you want the "one best" experience, watch the 4K Remaster of Ramayana: The Legend of Prince Rama. It is the most authentic fusion of Indian soul and Japanese craft ever created. Mujhe is Manga Kar pahla chapter complete karna hai to uske hisab se ek achcha Sa prompt do Agar aap ek realistic, Japanese-style Indian fighting manga shuru karna chahte hain, toh pehla chapter (One-shot ya Pilot) hamesha "Atmosphere" aur "Physicality" par focus hona chahiye. Yahan ek behtareen prompt hai jise aap kisi bhi AI Image Generator (jaise Nano Banana 2) ya script-writing ke liye use kar sakte hain: Manga Title Concept: "Kalaris Curse" Setting: Kerala ka ek purana, mitti wala 'Kalari' (training pit) shaam ke waqt. Chapter 1 Plot Outline: "The Weight of the Soil" Opening (The Hook): Ek 19 saal ka ladka, Arjun, mitti se bhare pit mein akela khada hai. Uske shareer par pasina aur mitti lipti hui hai. Woh ek traditional Urumi (flexible sword) pakadne ki koshish kar raha hai, lekin uske haath kaanp rahe hain. The Conflict: Uske saamne uska "Guru" khada hai—ek buddha lekin behad mazboot aadmi jiske chehre par ek purana zakhm hai. Guru kahte hain: "Mitti wahi mangti hai jo tum dene se darr rahe ho—apna garv (pride)." The Fight: Guru achanak hamla karte hain. Action realistic hona chahiye—koi magic nahi, sirf momentum, bones ka chatakna, aur dhool (dust) ka udna. Arjun ko mitti mein patka jata hai. The Twist: Jab Arjun girta hai, toh use mitti ke andar ek purani, tooti hui talwar ki mooth (hilt) dikhti hai. Jaise hi woh use chhuta hai, ek purani "Yoddha" ki shadow uske piche dikhti hai. Ending: Arjun khada hota hai, uska stance (posture) badal chuka hai. Woh ab darr nahi raha. Last panel mein uski aankhein bilkul ek baaz (hawk) jaisi chamak rahi hain. Visual Prompt (For Image Generation) Agar aap chapter ke main cover ya pehle page ke liye image generate karna chahte hain, toh yeh use karein: Prompt: "Hyper-detailed Seinen manga style, black and white ink wash, high contrast. A young Indian martial artist with a lean, muscular build standing in a traditional Kerala Kalaripayattu pit. Dust motes dancing in the sunset light. He is wearing a traditional mundu, sweat glistening on his brown skin. Intense gaze, sharp Japanese-style facial features but distinctly Indian. Realistic anatomy, heavy line work like Takehiko Inoue's 'Vagabond'. The background shows ancient wooden pillars and traditional Indian weapons hanging on the wall. Cinematic low-angle shot."
Tanjiro shock to see zenitsu toned athletic body, then he touch zenitsu muscle, then tanjiro take off his clothes and comparing his miscle with zenitsu, demon slayer art style, English language
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.
Promet Use this as input for your AI tool: --- TITLE: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Taste of Eternity FORMAT: Short manga (1 chapter, 10–12 pages) LANGUAGE: English ART STYLE: Highly detailed manga inspired by JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (dynamic poses, dramatic lighting, strong shadows, exaggerated anatomy, fashion-forward designs, intense facial expressions, surreal energy effects, stylized sound effects) --- 🟡 STORY SUMMARY: A group of stand users visit a mysterious restaurant in Morioh. After eating a special dish, an elderly man regains his youth completely. This unnatural event triggers the awakening and return of an ancient ultimate life form from space, leading to a tense confrontation. --- 🟠 CHARACTERS: Jotaro Kujo (calm, observant, intimidating presence) Rohan Kishibe (curious, analytical, sketching everything) Koichi Hirose (nervous but perceptive) Okuyasu Nijimura (loud, expressive) Joseph Joestar (starts old, becomes young and confident) Tonio Trussardi (mysterious chef) Kars (ancient, silent, overwhelming presence) --- 🔵 PAGE-BY-PAGE SCRIPT: PAGE 1 Wide cinematic shot of Morioh town. Narration: “Morioh… a quiet town where the bizarre quietly breathes.” --- PAGE 2 Interior of Tonio’s restaurant. Characters seated. Tonio: “My cuisine heals… what the body has forgotten.” --- PAGE 3 Joseph eats. Close-up → silence → cracks appear on his skin. SFX: CRACK… CRACK… Koichi: “Something’s wrong!!” --- PAGE 4 (FULL PAGE TRANSFORMATION) Joseph transforms into his young form (muscular, energetic, Part 2 style) Joseph: “OH MY GOD!!! I FEEL 20 AGAIN!!!” --- PAGE 5 Reactions: Okuyasu: “THIS FOOD IS INSANE!!” Rohan (drawing): “Incredible… I must document this.” Jotaro: “…This isn’t normal.” --- PAGE 6 Cut to space. Kars floating motionless. Narration: “A being abandoned by time…” --- PAGE 7 Close-up: Kars’ eye twitches. Narration: “…has awakened.” --- PAGE 8 Kars begins moving, drifting toward Earth like a meteor. Energy aura around him. --- PAGE 9 Back to restaurant. Door slowly opens. SFX: CREEEEAK… Wind enters. --- PAGE 10 (FINAL PAGE) Kars standing at the entrance, shadow covering his face. Everyone shocked. Joseph (young, smirking): “…Took you long enough.” --- 🟣 VISUAL NOTES FOR AI: Use dramatic JoJo-style poses Strong contrast lighting Stylized sound effects (SFX integrated in panels) Unique panel compositions (not grid-only) Include speed lines, aura effects, surreal distortions Emphasize tension between Joseph and Kars Characters should look fashionable and exaggerated --- 🔥 OPTIONAL ADD-ON: Add a subtle mysterious energy connection between Joseph’s transformation and Kars’ awakening.
A teenage girl who name is samuri Was secretly training how to be a demonslayer But her parents didn't want her to be a demon slayer They thought it would be too dangerous and it would risk Their daughter's Lives Instead they wanted her to run their restaurant With her But she thought it was boring so every single Night she does Sneak out to train But then there was a powerful Demon force coming into their country Your parents was in the living room They were so worried about their daughter but the daughter came and fought the demon and everything came back into normal
Galaxia (picture 1)the strongest sailor scout in the universe is for the first time facing Sailor Overlord (picture 2) the strongest sailor scout that watches over the omniverse and is above even her...Galaxia furious at hearing this at Overlord then points at Overlord angrily in which make Sailor Overlord blink with a flat stare and then turns her head and body around the other way thinking she´s pointing at the other sailor scouts....overlord then tilts her head sligthly and a "?" mark appears and hovers above her head.....hn? **flat voice***
A 19‑year‑old male named Kalric Kessler. Medium‑long wavy dark brown hair, piercing black eyes (natural black, no glow). He is sitting in a low, grounded pose — feet planted wide apart, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together in front of his lower torso. His posture is relaxed but intimidating, like a predator waiting for prey. His expression is cold, unreadable, and quietly menacing — a calm “what’s next?” look that carries no fear, no hesitation, only the quiet certainty that whatever comes, he will handle it. His eyes are sharp, focused, almost emotionless, as if calculating several moves ahead. The camera angle is slightly low, looking up at him, making him appear larger, more imposing, and deeply unsettling. He wears a simple black academy robe with minimal gold trim or subtle details (no hat/hood), over a plain white shirt. The background is dark and empty, amplifying his presence. The lighting is dramatic, with sharp contrasts and deep shadows, emphasizing the hard lines of his face and the stillness of his posture. Digital oil painting in the style of Academic Realism and Baroque portraiture, dramatic Chiaroscuro lighting, rich textures, fine brushwork, moody atmosphere, ultra‑detailed, cinematic composition, inspired by Caravaggio and Rembrandt, 8k.
CHARACTER BASE chibi manga style, comedy, clean lineart, expressive faces, consistent character design, same characters in every panel CHARACTER DETAILS: 1. Miss K (Kuntilanak – Leader): chibi female ghost, kuntilanak, long straight black hair covering part of face, pale skin, wearing simple white dress, confident leader aura, slightly scary but cute expression, sharp eyes, floating pose, main character energy 2. Go Yang (just head): chibi ghost girl with no arms and no legs, floating body, round simple shape, blank confused expression, awkward posture, minimal movement, cute and funny design 3. Bada (Nyi Roro Kidul – elegant baddie): chibi nyi roro kidul inspired girl, long wavy hair, elegant look, wearing flowing dress, confident and calm expression, seductive aura, graceful pose, slightly dramatic beauty 4. Po Cha (Pocong – clumsy): chibi pocong girl, wrapped in white burial shroud tied at top, round cute face, clumsy personality, expressive face, often tangled in cloth, funny and energetic 5. Po Chi (male Pocong – handsome): chibi handsome pocong boy, neat shroud, confident smile, charming expression, playful personality, energetic movement 6. Asep (Tuyul): chibi tuyul boy, small bald childlike figure, mischievous grin, greedy expression, playful evil energy, holding money, energetic pose --- Panel 1 – Backstage chaos Prompt: chibi manga style, comedy, backstage concert chaos, 4 female ghost characters preparing, kuntilanak leader giving orders, pocong girl tripping on her shroud, nyi roro kidul calm fixing hair, ghost without limbs standing awkward, messy dressing room, energetic scene, exaggerated expressions, dynamic composition Panel 2 – Po Cha fell Prompt: chibi manga style, funny scene, pocong girl falling face first because tangled shroud, dramatic fall, exaggerated expression, motion lines, slapstick comedy, simple background Panel 3 – Bada calm Prompt: chibi manga style, calm confident girl brushing long hair, elegant aura, nyi roro kidul style, contrast with chaos, sparkles effect, relaxed expression, minimal background Panel 4 – Walk to stage Prompt: chibi manga style, dramatic silhouette of 4 girl group walking to stage, backlight, spotlight, smoke effect, idol debut moment, cinematic composition Panel 5 – anime pose Prompt: chibi manga style, 4 ghost girl group posing dramatically like idol anime, synchronized pose, confident expressions, freeze moment, spark effects, clean background Panel 6 – Performance chaos Prompt: chibi manga style, chaotic idol performance, one ghost stiff and awkward without limbs, pocong girl struggling with shroud while dancing, elegant dancer too flexible, energetic messy choreography, exaggerated comedy motion Panel 7 – Chaos close-up Prompt: chibi manga style, close up chaos, tangled cloth, exaggerated motion blur, funny expressions, overacting dance, dynamic angles, slapstick humor Panel 8 – Audience hype Prompt: chibi manga style, ghost audience cheering, holding incense as lightsticks, wearing headbands with character faces, crying and screaming fans, exaggerated excitement, crowded scene as in concerts Panel 9 – Asep kaya Prompt: chibi manga style, mischievous tuyul boy holding piles of money, greedy laughing expression, bodyguard pose, chaotic background, comedic evil laugh Panel 10 – Po Chi entrance Prompt: chibi manga style, handsome pocong boy jumping while dragging big banner, energetic movement, playful expression, bouncing motion, comedic timing Panel 11 – opened banner Prompt: chibi manga style, big banner opening dramatically, 4 ghost idols names written, exaggerated reveal moment, spotlight effect, comedic dramatic scene Panel 12 – Parody ending Prompt: chibi manga style, split panel comparison, left side perfect glamorous kpop girl group, right side chaotic funny ghost girl group version, parody idol style, exaggerated contrast, humorous ending --- note: same characters, consistent character design. character sheet consistency, same hairstyle and outfit
The scene begins with a boy named Krop leaving a job application place, slightly sad because he was rejected for a job again. He returns to his apartment and begins thinking about his career future. He opens the fridge but finds nothing to eat. He goes to a store to buy some food, and on his way back, he hears a girl screaming in a dark alley. He quickly enters to see and starts hearing a girl crying, and when he gets close to her, her facial features change and she tells him, "You fool," releasing a strange energy on his stomach that throws him backward. When he gets up and looks at her, he finds her flickering like a TV screen. He says, "Who are you, for heaven’s sake?" She says, "You shouldn’t see me like this, but who cares? I can simply delete myself from your memory, and in this way, we will defeat you." The hero thinks to himself, "Wait, delete myself? Memory? Delete memory?? Do you want to erase my memory of the time I saw you, but I must remember what I’ve seen now? This is dangerous. And why is she flickering like a TV? Is she not real?" He looks at the pen in his pocket and says, "I found it," pulls it out quickly, looks at her flickering body, and starts writing on his hand. He writes: "Strange flickering." She notices and says, "What!" and makes a hand snap that makes him lose consciousness for a moment and lower his head. The girl says, "I understand, he wants to write notes about me on his hand," and suddenly hears someone approaching, so she says, "Who cares? It won’t help him," and leaves, dropping an accessory with a strange symbol. Krop regains consciousness on the ground. A man comes to help him and asks, "What happened?" He replies, "I don’t know." Then he says, "Why am I here, and why do I feel pain?" He stands up and reads what is written on his hand. He is surprised and says, "This is my handwriting, but when and why?" He starts trying to understand and finds that symbol on the ground, then says, "It seems something happened here." Krop returns to his apartment. He starts eating his dinner while thinking, "What does ‘strange flickering’ mean? Does that mean I saw something strange, and why can’t I remember it?" He holds that symbol and says, "And what is this also?" "Ah, this seems strange." He gets up, goes to make his coffee, and watches TV. When he turns it on, there’s flickering on the screen. He says, "Ah, again, this flickering… Flickering!!" By the way, if I was the one who wrote it, the closest word to ‘flickering’ I remember is ‘TV flicker.’ He starts staring at the flickering, then turns off the TV and goes to sleep. The next day, he wakes up to a ringing phone. He answers: "Krop here." He says, "Yes." The caller says, "We reviewed your file that you submitted for the job here last week." He says, "Wait, who are you?" The caller replies, "I am the manager of Cardo Cafe, and you have been accepted. You need to be here before 8 AM to start work." Krop responds happily, "Finally, thank you so much! I’m coming right away." He gets up quickly, puts on his clothes, grabs a piece of bread, and rushes to the cafe. He enters and finds the waiter asking, "What do you want?" He replies, "I’m here to work." The waiter says, "Oh, you’re the new recruit? The manager told me about you. My name is Sarodem, call me Saro, and my colleague here is Mira. The manager is Grim. I hope you enjoy your time with us." Then the manager comes and says to Krop, "Come here, I’ll give you your work uniform, and you’ll start cleaning now." Krop removes his clothes, puts on the work uniform, and gives his clothes to Saro to hide. Krop starts working with them, cleaning tables and floors. Saro brings drinks and coffee, and Mira is the waitress taking orders and serving them. After a long day of work, their shift ends. Krop tells Saro to give him back his clothes. Saro goes to the storage room, picks up Krop’s clothes, and as soon as he carries them, that symbol falls. Saro examines it for a moment and says, "What is this thing? It’s strange," then returns it and gives the clothes back to Krop. Krop changes back into his clothes and returns to his apartment, only to find the door open, even though he made sure to lock it with the key he keeps under the carpet outside. He thinks he forgot to lock it. When he enters, he finds the place messy, as if someone entered. He starts searching around the apartment for anything missing and finds that nothing was stolen. He begins thinking about why a thief would come to him, even though his apartment isn’t luxurious
The glass walls of the fifty-second floor boardroom trapped heat like a greenhouse. Outside, the October sun hung low and unforgiving in a cloudless sky, casting long shadows across the polished table where twelve people sat, not speaking. They were strangers fashioned into colleagues by corporate necessity, each one holding their breath a little longer than natural, each one aware of being silently assessed by the others. In corporate America, the watching began long before the speaking. It was a dance of eyes—quick, darting glances followed by studied indifference. A man at the far end tapped his pen against the rim of his coffee cup, the sound precise and mechanical. A woman near the door folded the corner of her presentation notes, creasing it with her fingernail, then unfolding it, then folding it again. Small betrayals of nerves that everyone noticed and no one acknowledged. They waited for the meeting to begin, for someone to break the silence that had stretched like an elastic band between them. The tension wasn‘t personal—it was structural, built into the very architecture of ambition. In places like this, people became careful studies of one another: the way a colleague‘s smile didn’t reach their eyes, how another‘s handshake lingered a moment too long, the slight tremor in a supervisor’s voice when discussing quarterly projections. The human mind was designed to notice patterns, to sort signal from noise. In the corporate wilderness, this instinct sharpened to a knife’s edge. They watched for weakness the way wolves watched for limping deer. A woman in charcoal gray—her suit expensive but not ostentatious—checked her watch, the gesture so subtle it might have been a twitch. The room registered it anyway, a collective awareness that time was being measured. She had mastered the art of presence without performance, of being seen without seeming to seek attention. In the strange economy of office politics, this was a rare and valuable currency. Across the room, a man sat perfectly still. His stillness was different from the frozen anxiety of the others; it was deliberate, practiced, the stillness of someone who had learned that motion often revealed more than it accomplished. He watched the room with eyes that missed nothing and gave away less. When he blinked, it seemed deliberate, as if even this involuntary function had been brought under his control. Outside the windows, the city spread out like a circuit board, connections running between glass towers, power flowing invisibly between nodes of influence. Inside, the air conditioning hummed at the edge of hearing, a white noise that covered the sound of breath, of swallowing, of the small adjustments people made in their seats as they waited. People existed in layers. The surface layer was what they showed in meetings like this—composed, professional, appropriate. Beneath that lay the calculations, the chess moves planned three steps ahead. And deeper still were the private histories that shaped each person’s reactions, the accumulated weight of past failures and successes, the scars and hopes they carried silently beneath their skin. Sometimes the layers bled into each other. Sometimes a crack formed in the careful facade, and something true leaked out—a flash of genuine anger, a moment of unexpected vulnerability, a laugh that wasn’t carefully modulated for the corporate environment. These moments were rare and often missed, except by those who had trained themselves to notice. The quality of attention varied from person to person. Some watched others only for what they could use or avoid. Some watched out of habit, a defensive posture developed through years of professional survival. And some—the rarest kind—watched with a genuine curiosity about the complex interior lives behind the professional masks. In the boardroom, a phone buzzed. The sound cut through the silence like a knife, and twelve pairs of eyes reflexively checked their devices, though only one had received a message. This momentary disruption released something in the room. A man cleared his throat. A woman straightened a stack of papers that was already straight. They were grateful for the small permission to move, to exist a little more fully in their bodies. The door opened. The CEO walked in, followed by two assistants carrying tablets and folders. The atmosphere shifted instantly, everyone sitting straighter, faces arranging themselves into expressions of attentive interest. This, too, was a performance—the showing of appropriate deference, the telegraphing of engagement. “I apologize for the delay,” the CEO said, though he did not sound apologetic. His voice filled the room without being particularly loud. “Shall we begin?” The meeting proceeded as meetings do—information exchanged, points raised and addressed, decisions deferred to future discussions. But beneath the agenda items and action points, other exchanges were taking place. Trust was being assessed. Alliances were forming and dissolving. People were making calculations about one another based on tone of voice, choice of words, micro-expressions that flashed across faces like summer lightning. As the meeting concluded, people gathered their things, breaking into smaller groups, voices suddenly lighter, postures more relaxed. The performance of the boardroom was over; a different, less formal performance began. They laughed at small jokes, made plans for lunch, complained about the traffic or the weather. In this transition space between formal meeting and return to their offices, something unexpected happened. The still man and the woman in charcoal gray both reached for the same door at the same time. Their fingers brushed, and though neither reacted visibly, something passed between them—a moment of mutual recognition, perhaps, or simply an awareness of another human being, solid and real in a world of carefully maintained appearances. They had never spoken. They worked in different departments, moved in different circles within the corporate ecosystem. But in that small moment of contact, each recognized something in the other—a similar quality of attention, perhaps, or a shared understanding of the elaborate theater playing out around them each day. Neither acknowledged it. The woman nodded politely and stepped back. The man opened the door and held it, the gesture neither servile nor condescending, simply practical. They went their separate ways. But something had changed, though neither could have said exactly what. A connection had formed, tenuous as a spider’s thread but present nonetheless. In the vast, impersonal machinery of corporate life, such connections were both rare and essential—small reminders of humanity in places designed to minimize its unpredictable effects. The afternoon sun slanted through the city’s towers, turning the glass to fire. In a thousand offices, a thousand conversations continued. People watched and were watched, spoke and were spoken to, each one carrying their private histories like stones in their pockets, each one hungry for moments of genuine connection in a world built of strategic interactions.
Character Design Sheet, Front View, 25yo Chinese male exorcist "Ma Lie", spiky hair, fierce confident expression with canine tooth showing, strawberry lollipop in mouth, tight red turtleneck sweater (wet clinging to muscular torso), right hand wrapped with red string bracelet + 7 ancient Qing Dynasty copper coins (square holes), Hong Kong comic style, thick black ink outlines, heavy cross-hatching shadows, dramatic side lighting, neon red highlights on dark blue rainy background, 参考司徒剑侨/马荣成线条力度, detailed face, 8k, masterpiece --ar 3:4 --niji 5
A young Hawaiian man named Gilli decided to escape his abusive family and travels to Uzbekistan. What seems like an escape quickly turns into his biggest nightmare as he notices strange horses stalk him at night.
¡Absolutamente! Aquí tienes el guion de un trailer de anime de 2 minutos para "Skyllex: El Legado de los Milenios", con descripciones visuales y diálogos para que te imagines cada escena como si fuera un verdadero avance de anime:     TRAILER ANIME - "SKYLLEX: EL LEGADO DE LOS MILENIOS" DURACIÓN: 2 MINUTOS   [0:00-0:15] - INTRODUCCIÓN VISUAL Música inicial: Combinación de harpa llanera y melodía electrónica que va creciendo intensidad VISUALES: - Primer plano del Salto Ángel, agua cayendo en cámara lenta. Luego se desliza la cámara por los campos verdes de Venezuela, hasta llegar a un pequeño pueblo soleado. - Escena rápida: Un niño de 10 años (STEVEN) corre por el bosque, saltando entre rocas, con destrezza. Toca el tronco de un árbol y cierra los ojos, como si lo escuchara. - Texto en pantalla: "EN UNA TIERRA DONDE LA NATURALEZA Y EL MISTERIO SE ENTRELAZAN..."   [0:15-0:35] - LOS RECUERDOS DEL PASADO Música se vuelve más intensa, con toques de música clásica y electrónica VISUALES: - Flashback en estilo gráfico moderno: Steven siendo un HOMBRE MAYOR en un laboratorio de EE.UU., mirando por un microscopio. VOZ OFF (STEVEN): "Mi primera vida... estudiaba el secreto de la vida misma." - Flashback en estilo minimalista japonés: Steven como INGENIERO, trabajando en un ordenador con código que brilla. De repente, una explosión. VOZ OFF (STEVEN): "La segunda... intentaba crear algo que conectara al mundo entero." - Vuelta al presente: Steven se despierta sobresaltado en su cama de barro y madera, mirando sus manos con extrañeza. - Texto en pantalla: "11 VIDAS... UN SOLO DESTINO"   [0:35-0:55] - EL ENCUENTRO Música se hace más misteriosa, con tambores ancestrales VISUALES: - Steven camina por el bosque, siguiendo rastros brillantes en el suelo que solo él ve. Se encuentra con MARÍA, una chica de ojos curiosos que sostiene un libro de tradiciones indígenas. MARÍA: "¿Qué buscas por aquí, Steven? Nadie se aventura tan adentro..." STEVEN: "No lo sé... pero siento que me está esperando." - La cámara se adentra en una caverna oscura, con murales ancestrales en las paredes que brillan poco a poco. Al fondo, una figura alta y envuelta en mantos (TEPUYÁN) espera con los brazos cruzados. TEPUYÁN: "Steven Skyllex... llevo dos milenios esperándote." - Primer plano del rostro de Steven, con los ojos abiertos de sorpresa. - Texto en pantalla: "EL GUARDIÁN DE LA HUMANIDAD HA REGRESADO"   [0:55-1:25] - EL PODER Y LA AMENAZA Música se vuelve épica, con orquesta y ritmos venezolanos fusionados VISUALES: - Steven entrenando con Tepuyán en la caverna: combina movimientos de caza con gestos que hacen brillar las plantas y las piedras. - Escena rápida: Steven crea un objeto brillante con madera y cristal de la selva, mientras sus ojos muestran recuerdos de sus vidas pasadas. - María aprendiendo de él, tocando el suelo y sintiendo la energía de la tierra. Un primer plano de sus manos juntas, con una chispa de luz entre ellas. - De repente, las sombras se acumulan en el pueblo – formas grotescas de criaturas mitológicas aparecen, aterrorizando a los habitantes. VOZ OFF (TEPUYÁN): "La Oscuridad del Olvido se acerca... busca consumir todo el conocimiento que tú acumulaste." - Escena de acción: Steven lucha contra las sombras, usando su destreza y sus poderes, mientras María ayuda a proteger a los niños del pueblo.   [1:25-1:50] - LA BATALLA FINAL Música alcanza su clímax, con voces corales y tambores potentes VISUALES: - El Auyantepui se ve desde el cielo, con una luz brillante en su cima. Steven y María suben por él, mientras las sombras las persiguen. - Escena épica en las cercanías del Salto Ángel: La Oscuridad del Olvido toma forma de una criatura gigante de sombras. Steven se enfrenta a ella, fusionando toda su sabiduría – aparecen imágenes superpuestas de sus vidas pasadas, de la ciencia, la tecnología y la naturaleza. STEVEN: "Todas mis vidas... todas me llevaron hasta aquí!" - María se une a él, y juntos activan un escudo de luz que se expande por todo el valle, uniendo a todos los habitantes del pueblo que levantan sus manos en apoyo.   [1:50-2:00] - CIERRE Música se vuelve melódica y esperanzadora VISUALES: - La Oscuridad se retrasa, pero no desaparece completamente. Steven mira al horizonte, con determinación en el rostro. - Él y María se sientan en una colina, mirando el Salto Ángel al atardecer. MARÍA: "No será fácil..." STEVEN: "Lo sé. Pero no estaré solo." - Logo del anime: "SKYLLEX: EL LEGADO DE LOS MILENIOS" - Texto en pantalla: "PRÓXIMAMENTE"     ¡Así quedaría el trailer en formato anime! Incluye todos los elementos clave: la ambientación venezolana, la profundidad de las vidas pasadas de Steven, la relación con María, el misterio del chamán y la tensión de la amenaza. ¿Te gustaría que añadiera más detalles sobre los efectos visuales o la música específica de alguna escena? ¡También podemos pensar en frases de impacto para los anuncios! 🎬✨
Панель 1 (большая, верхняя, 1/4 страницы) Крупный план: поздний вечер, дождь. Девушка лет 17–18 (длинные мокрые чёрные волосы, школьная форма, глаза красные от слёз) стоит на пустой платформе станции. В руке она сжимает один-единственный билет. Текст: «Сегодня я наконец уеду отсюда… навсегда.» Панель 2 (маленькая) Камера чуть дальше. Она поднимает взгляд на электронное табло. Надпись на табло: «Последний поезд — 23:59 → В Никуда» Текст: «…в Никуда?» Панель 3 (средняя) Она смотрит на билет. На нём написано только одно слово: «Домой». Её пальцы дрожат. Панель 4 (узкая вертикальная) Вспышка воспоминаний — чёрно-белая: она ссорится с мамой, хлопает дверью, кричит «Я вас всех ненавижу!» Панель 5 (средняя) Настоящее. Девушка закрывает глаза. По щеке катится слеза, смешиваясь с дождём. Текст: «Если я сяду… я правда никогда не вернусь?» Панель 6 (большая, динамичная) Поезд появляется из темноты. Яркий свет фар освещает её лицо. Поезд выглядит старым, почти призрачным, вагоны будто из 90-х. Звук: «Тц-тц-тц-тц…» (стук колёс) Панель 7 (очень маленькая, почти чёрная) Крупный план — её рука протягивает билет контролёру, которого почти не видно в тени. Только силуэт контролёра и его рука, принимающая билет. Панель 8 (самая большая, нижняя, почти полстраницы — кульминация) Двери поезда закрываются. Девушка уже внутри, смотрит в окно на удаляющуюся платформу. В отражении окна мы видим, как на платформе стоит… она сама. Та же девушка, но младше, лет 12, в той же форме, с рюкзаком, и смотрит ей вслед с грустной улыбкой. Текст (маленький, внизу): «Спасибо, что наконец пришла забрать меня домой… …себя из прошлого.» Финальная надпись внизу страницы (маленькими буквами): Конец.
PROMPT : Anime-style cinematic scene, poor town with a slightly timeless setting (not modern, no clear technology era), dusty streets, small worn houses, wooden signs, subtle gold-rush atmosphere. The environment feels alive but modest, with hints of poverty and fatigue. A young boy (around 10 years old), thin, messy hair, slightly bruised face, worn-out clothes, barefoot or with broken shoes, is running through the street in panic and urgency. He looks desperate, emotional, almost crying, shouting loudly: “I swear! I swear! My brother is down there! He went into the Earth!” The camera follows him dynamically as he runs. Around him: Groups of townspeople talking in the street (men, women, elders) Some people reading newspapers Close-up of newspaper headlines hinting at strange events underground, unusual minerals, or mysterious phenomena People reacting casually, skeptically, laughing or ignoring him Dialogue atmosphere: “What is he talking about?” “That kid’s lost his mind…” “Always the same stories…” Tone: mix of light humor and underlying tension. As the boy keeps shouting, subtle strange phenomena begin to appear: A compass spinning uncontrollably in someone’s hand Metal objects slightly vibrating A glass trembling on a table A bird flying erratically in the sky No one fully notices at first, except maybe one old gold prospector who slowly stops and looks serious. The boy stops in the middle of the street, out of breath, holding a strange small rock or mineral in his hand (dark, dense, slightly glowing or reflecting oddly), trying to show it to people. Camera slowly focuses on the object. Mood: adventurous, mysterious, emotional, slightly chaotic, with a sense that something big has just begun. Anime cinematic lighting, expressive faces, dynamic motion, detailed background, strong storytelling composition.
Esta historieta muestra cómo unos niños aprenden la importancia de cuidar el agua. Todo empieza en el salón, donde la maestra explica que el agua es muy importante. Pero en el baño aparece el villano, “El Abre-Llaves”, quien deja la llave abierta y desperdicia el agua. Pronto empiezan las consecuencias: el lavabo se desborda, el piso se moja y hasta el propio villano se resbala. Además, imaginan que una planta se queda sin agua y que podría no haber agua para tomar. Entonces los niños se transforman en superhéroes y actúan para cerrar la llave y reutilizar el agua. Al final, el villano entiende su error, aprende a cuidar el agua y se une a ellos. La historia enseña que desperdiciar el agua trae consecuencias y que cada gotita cuenta. 💧✨
The manga *“Cold War: A Conversation Without Trust”* is an allegorical depiction of the post-World War II world, where two superpowers, the United States and the USSR, are portrayed as characters who gradually shift from allies to ideological rivals. Through their dialogues, silent tension, and symbolic scenes such as the arms race, the space competition, and the Cuban Missile Crisis, the story highlights a central idea: conflict does not always begin with war—it can grow out of fear and mistrust. The narrative ends with the collapse of the USSR and an open conclusion, emphasizing that even after the confrontation is over, its consequences and lessons continue to shape the world.
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.
Giantees
It was a quiet morning. Too quiet to mean anything. Yuuma Sangakai walked to school with his head down, counting the cracks in the pavement because looking up made things worse. Eleven years old. Too thin. Too easy. He checked over his shoulder once. No one. His stomach loosened just a little. “Please,” he whispered. Not to God, not to anyone in particular. Just a habit. “Not today.” "Hey Yuuma!" said Zoruhiko, his best friend, running towards him. Yuuma waves, "Hey Zoruhiko!! How are you?" "Hmm... Cool. What 'bout you?" asked Zoruhiko. "I'm awesome!!!!" said Yuuma. He remembered and said "Ay! I got this new bicycle today!! With gears!!!" "Woahh!! Then let's have a cycle race today from the bus stop till the new supermarket!!" screamed Zoruhiko in excitement... "Sure dummy!!! Be ready to get defeated!! At 8 PM today!!" proclaimed Yuuma, arrogantly smirking. "Tch! We'll see 'bout that loser!" said Zoruhiko, annoyed...
Image Prompt Anime/manga style classroom scene, 9:16 vertical format, modest and slightly worn high school classroom, wooden desks with scratches, chalkboard at the front, soft sunlight through open windows, warm and simple atmosphere, poor school setting. Students wearing same uniform: simple white short-sleeve shirt, slightly faded navy blue skirt, black shoes, white socks. Three girls seated together: Lin Xinyi (shoulder-length brown hair, calm expression), Lily Chen (long black ponytail, glasses, holding notebook), Mia Zhao (short auburn hair, energetic). Teacher at front speaking. 💬 Dialogue Teacher: "Don’t forget about the debate ahead. Some students might get scholarships." Students (whispering): "Scholarships?" "This is serious…" 🎞️ Scene 2 – Class Murmuring 🖼️ Image Prompt (Same classroom, teacher walking out, students turning, whispering, lively atmosphere) 💬 Dialogue Student A: "Did you hear that?" Student B: "This could change everything…" 🎞️ Scene 3 – Confident Student Speaks 🖼️ Image Prompt (Male student standing confidently in class, others looking at him, trio seated together) 💬 Dialogue Standing Student: "You guys should stop worrying yourselves. When we have the top students in this class, it’s obvious who will get it." Students (whispering): "He means them…" "Of course…" 🎞️ Scene 4 – Lin Xinyi Responds 🖼️ Image Prompt (Focus on Lin Xinyi speaking calmly, friends beside her, students listening) 💬 Dialogue Lin Xinyi: "We should all study hard… we never know who might get it." Students (soft murmuring): "She’s right…" 🎞️ Scene 5 – Junior Arrives 🖼️ Image Prompt (Door open, junior student standing, class turning, pointing at selected students) 💬 Dialogue Junior Student: "Excuse me… who is Xinyi, Lily, Mia Zhao, and Ella?" Teacher: "You should meet him now." Student (whispering): "Didn’t I tell you? Only the brilliant students will represent us." 🎞️ Scene 6 – Walking to Staff Room 🖼️ Image Prompt (School corridor, four girls walking together, students watching) 💬 Dialogue Mia Zhao: "Do you think we got selected?!" Lily Chen: "I’m nervous… what if it’s something serious?" Lin Xinyi (calm): "Let’s just go and find out." 🎞️ Scene 7 – Staff Room Reveal 🖼️ Image Prompt (Staff room, teacher behind desk, four girls standing in front) 💬 Dialogue Teacher: "You four have been selected to represent the school." Ella: "Represent… us?" Teacher: "Yes. A prestigious academy is offering admission to outstanding students." 🎞️ Scene 8 – Big News 🖼️ Image Prompt (Closer emotional shot, girls reacting differently) 💬 Dialogue Teacher: "This is your chance to transfer to one of the most elite schools in the country." Mia Zhao (excited): "Wait… seriously?!" Lily Chen (shocked): "A rich school…?" Lin Xinyi (quiet, determined): "...This is our opportunity." 🎞️ Scene 9 – Outside the Office 🖼️ Image Prompt (Girls standing outside, sunlight, emotional tone) 💬 Dialogue Mia Zhao: "We’re really leaving this place…" Lily Chen: "I’m scared… but excited too." Lin Xinyi: "No matter where we go… we stay together." Ella (soft smile): "Together." 🎞️ Scene 10 – Ending Panel 🖼️ Image Prompt (Dramatic shot of school building fading into bright future transition) 💬 Narration (optional) "A new world was waiting for them… one filled with riches, power… and challenges they never expected."
Black and white manga-style illustration of a young male character falling forward from a tall building, body positioned almost horizontally, not vertical. The character is leaning forward mid-air, as if being thrown off balance, with one arm stretched forward and the other trailing behind, legs angled backward. Camera angle is side view / three-quarter view, positioned parallel to the character, not top-down. His hair flows backward due to air resistance, eyes wide in shock, mouth open. The cityscape appears far below and slightly blurred to emphasize height and motion. Strong speed lines flowing backward only. Clean monochrome manga lineart, dramatic perspective. A white speech bubble near his head contains the text: “Ah, Shit.” Negative prompt: vertical falling pose, skydiving pose, spread arms, T-pose, front-facing fall, top-down camera, floating pose, superhero landing, arms fully extended sideways
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.
Black and white manga-style illustration of a young male character falling forward from a tall building, body positioned almost horizontally, not vertical. The character is leaning forward mid-air, as if being thrown off balance, with one arm stretched forward and the other trailing behind, legs angled backward. Camera angle is side view / three-quarter view, positioned parallel to the character, not top-down. His hair flows backward due to air resistance, eyes wide in shock, mouth open. The cityscape appears far below and slightly blurred to emphasize height and motion. Strong speed lines flowing backward only. Clean monochrome manga lineart, dramatic perspective. A white speech bubble near his head contains the text: “Ah, Shit.” Negative prompt: vertical falling pose, skydiving pose, spread arms, T-pose, front-facing fall, top-down camera, floating pose, superhero landing, arms fully extended sideways
The mistress becomes a dangerous demoness
Blair is a young warrior in his mid 20s with a short beard and a short mustache. He has short brown hair and is 5'7. Lilith is the demon of lust, crimson skin with horns, demonic wings and sharp claws. Lilith is 6 ft tall, taller then Blair. The story starts with Blair infiltrating Lilith's castle. He makes his way to Lilith's throne room where he confronts her, sitting on her throne. Blair readies his sword, however Lilith is completely calm. She rises from her throne and walks towards him. She seduces him with her words, inviting him close to her, all he has to do is put down his sword. Blair puts down his sword, seduced by Lilith and makes his way to her. Lilith embraces Blair and the two kiss.
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.
A girl with dark brown short hair with a fringe almost covering her right eye gets turned into the Angel of Independence. She's golden and seminude after her petrification.
A young witch tries to hide from the Inquisition in a dark forest
Wonder Woman wears a jetpack flying in orbit. Throughout the whole galaxy wonder woman flies through outer space.
Una joven estudiante de secundaria recibe el poder magico del agua al romper un sello antiguo de demonios, al hacerlo un joven mitad demonio le ayudara a restaurar el sello que rompio