Webtoon Style Manga

Halaman 1 Hujan baru saja reda. Jalanan masih basah, bercermin lampu-lampu kota yang mulai menyala. Laki-laki itu berjalan cepat, menunduk, menghindari genangan. Perempuan itu datang dari arah berlawanan, buru-buru, payung di tangan masih menetes. Mereka hampir bertabrakan. Laki-laki itu terhenyak. Maaf, ucapnya refleks. Lalu ia mendongak. Dan waktu seolah berhenti. Perempuan itu juga membeku. Payung di genggamannya hampir jatuh. Mata mereka bertemu. Cukup sedetik, tapi cukup lama untuk merasa dunia di sekitar mereka menghilang. Laki-laki itu tak bisa berkata-kata. Ia hanya melihat rambutnya yang sedikit basah, rintik hujan yang masih menempel di bulu matanya, dan senyum kecil yang tersungging di bibirnya karena kecanggungan ini. Perempuan itu akhirnya tersenyum. Maaf, balasnya lirih. Tanpa sepatah kata lagi tentang perasaan yang baru saja tumbuh, mereka berlalu. Saling menoleh sekilas, lalu tersenyum sendiri. Di tengah dinginnya malam usai hujan, hangat yang aneh justru bersemayam di dada mereka masing-masing.
Suggested Title: Echo Resonator: The Boy Who Sees the Last Memories (Vol. 1) Description: What if an object's last memory was your own death? Haru Tanaka is a high school student trapped in a world of static and echoes. He possesses a skill that no one else has: by touching any object, he can see the last memory recorded in it. For Haru, the world is nothing more than a collection of other people's moments, a constant noise that has forced him to isolate himself from everyone... except Yuuki, his childhood friend and the only person who seems to leave no trace in his visions. His life changes drastically when he finds his lost cellphone in an abandoned classroom. When he touches it, the vision is not a memory from the past, but an echo of the future: a dark alley, a shadowy figure, a bloody knife, and the clock striking 11:11 PM. In the vision, the victim is Haru himself. Can you change the future if it has already been written as a memory? Join Haru in a frantic race against time in this supernatural psychological thriller. With only a few hours before the clock strikes the designated hour, Haru must use his gift to find out who is chasing him and why, while dealing with the growing mystery of Yuuki and the nature of his own powers.
L’anime commence dans une genre de salle noir vue première personne du perso principal , ( des yeux rouge?) nous parle et nous dit : "tu sais déjà ce qui va se passer tu la vue dans ton rêve , sa ne devrait aps tarder et à ce moment la….tout finira" en tendant sa main vers nous , le perso ne peux pas parler est effrayer on voit ses clignement de yeux , et quand la main arrive sur notre visage( donc pile au moment où il dit "tout se finira" il se réveille en sursaut , son amie qui était venue le réveiller sursaute aussi elle lui parle mais il entend pas , il regarde autour de lui frénétique et il entend comme si il avait les oreilles bouchées , son amie lui touche l’épaule et il revient à la "normale" et elle dit :"tu pleure ?" Le héros dit Nn Et la nouveau clignement du perso principal mais quand l’œil se rouvre on a la vision de l’amie qui regarde le perso principal qui a effectivement une larme à l’œil
Kurisutīna is a short, shy blonde girl who fled her homeland because of war. Her father died in the conflict, and her mother, consumed by grief, escapes into alcohol and neglects her emotionally. In a foreign country, Kurisutīna struggles at school, is rejected because of her origin, and feels isolated despite her constant efforts. Lost and fragile, she searches for her identity and a reason to keep going. One day, she meets Māseru — a tall, quiet, and mysterious boy whose face is never fully shown. Calm and distant, he helps Kurisutīna see the world differently, teaching her that life is not built on grades, status, or material things, but on inner peace, self-understanding, and finding one’s own happiness. Later, another person enters her life — more direct and grounded in reality. They become close, and through this friendship Kurisutīna becomes aware of the cruelty, injustice, and emptiness of the world around her. Suddenly, this person disappears, leaving behind only words that linger in her mind. Kurisutīna continues attending school, but slowly begins to understand the meaning of those words. Eventually, she runs away from home to truly discover herself. During her journey, she encounters situations that reveal both the good and evil of humanity. Each experience helps her confront her fears, emotions, and desires. Step by step, Kurisutīna begins to understand who she is — realizing that the answers she was searching for in others had always existed within her.
tamam ilk sayfayı renkli tasarla. panelleri ve diyalogları aşağıda veriyorum, A4 boyutunda olacak 📄 PAGE 1 – Dialogues 🟦 Panel 1 (Okul dışı – büyük açılış paneli) Narrateur (dış ses): C’était une matinée normale au Collège Saint-Jean… Narrateur 2 (dış ses):: …du moins, en apparence. 🟦 Panel 2 (Sınıf – öğretmen tanıtıyor) Professeur Durant : Classe, nous avons un nouvel élève aujourd’hui. Professeur Durant : Je vous présente Lucas Martin. Lucas : Euh… bonjour tout le monde ! 🟦 Panel 3 (Lucas kendini tanıtıyor) Lucas : Je suis très content d’être ici ! Lucas : J’adore les sciences et le sport ! Emma (iç ses): Il a l’air gentil… 🟦 Panel 4 (Lucas heyecanlı – hafif gergin) Lucas (iç ses): Calme-toi, Lucas… tout va bien… 🟦 Panel 5 (Düşme sahnesi, ayağı takılır) Effet sonore : TAP TAP Lucas : Oh non— ! Maxime : Ça commence déjà… 🟦 Panel 6 (Yerde yatıyor – komik final) Emma : Lucas, fais attention ! Lucas : Je… je vais bien ! Narrateur (küçük kutu): Et ainsi commença l’année la plus mouvementée du collège… Komik ton Akıcı A2–B1 seviyesine uygun Abartı yok Manga temposuna uygun kısa cümleler
Когда я открыла глаза увидела что я все еще жив. На самом деле я попала в аварию и вот очнулась в незнакомой месте. Я всегда задавала себе вопросом что будет после смерти где и куда мы идем. А сейчас я находясь в незнакомом месте я полном порядке странно вроде после смерти наши воспоминания не исчезает? Но где же я куда я переместилась или это рай? Осмотрюсь на улице чувствую я на каком то странном месте или я переместилась в прошлое. Странно это какой год? Я немножко походила и нашла людей мне надо что то спросить -Извините? Не знаете где я нахожусь? И какой сейчас год? -Дамочка сейчас время правления клана Хань и это столица клана Гусу Лань. -Хорошо спасибо большое Подождите я что сплю нет я же умерла или после смерти такое должно произойти? Я четко помню слово Гусу Лань, это моё любимое произведение. Я реально нахожусь здесь значить это должно быть страна Китай. Я должна быть рад потому что это мой любимый манге но какой сейчас сюжет и кто я вообще? Вдруг из за этих все переживаний я потеряла сознаний.
While Jesus was walking, he saw a man who had been born blind. His followers asked him, “Teacher, whose sin caused this man to be born blind—his own sin or his parents’ sin?” Jesus answered, “It was not because of his sin or his parents’ sin. He was born blind so that God’s power could be shown in him. While it is daytime, we must continue doing the work of the one who sent me. Night is coming, and no one can work at night. While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.” After saying this, Jesus spat on the ground and made some mud with the saliva. He put the mud on the man’s eyes. Then he told him, “Go and wash in the Pool of Siloam.” (Siloam means “Sent.”) So the man went to the pool, washed, and came back able to see. Some people had seen this man begging before. They and his neighbours said, “Look! Is this the same man who used to sit and beg?” Some said, “Yes, he is the one.” But others said, “No, he only looks like him.” The man himself said, “I am the man.” They asked, “What happened? How did you get your sight?” He answered, “The man they call Jesus made some mud and put it on my eyes. Then he told me to go to Siloam and wash. So I went and washed, and then I could see.”
Liel, seorang pengusaha sukses yang dingin dan tidak percaya pada cinta, telah kehilangan kepercayaan pada wanita setelah dikhianati oleh mantan pacarnya. Ayaa, seorang wanita yang ceria dan optimis, bekerja sebagai desainer grafis di perusahaan Liel. Mereka bertemu secara tidak sengaja di kantor, dan Liel langsung tertarik dengan kecantikan Ayaa. Namun, Ayaa tidak tahu bahwa Liel adalah bosnya, dan Liel tidak ingin Ayaa mengetahui identitasnya. Mereka mulai menghabiskan waktu bersama, dan Liel perlahan-lahan membuka hatinya pada Ayaa. Namun, ketika Ayaa mengetahui kebenaran tentang identitas Liel, dia merasa tertipu dan memutuskan untuk menjauh. Liel menyadari bahwa dia telah jatuh cinta dengan Ayaa, dan dia akan melakukan apa saja untuk mendapatkannya kembali. Ayaa, yang juga telah jatuh cinta dengan Liel, harus memutuskan apakah dia bisa memaafkan Liel dan menerima cintanya. Cerita ini akan menjadi perjalanan emosional yang penuh dengan cinta, pengkhianatan, dan akhirnya, kebahagiaan. *Liel:* - Umur: 28 tahun - Pekerjaan: Pengusaha sukses - Kepribadian: Dingin, tidak percaya pada cinta - Latar belakang: Dikhianati oleh mantan pacarnya *Ayaa:* - Umur: 25 tahun - Pekerjaan: Desainer grafis - Kepribadian: Ceria, optimis - Latar belakang: Tidak memiliki pengalaman cinta yang baik
Chapter 1 : Stone It wasn’t such a blissful day, like it seemed. The sun gazed through the lightly scattered clouds, the sort of rays that make you squint at the worst possible moments. Hot days like this are rare in England; yet I don’t value them the same way as everyone else. Everyone is sweaty, stinky, and they forget what a shower is. While I was thinking those exact thoughts, I caught a glimpse of a pale green light. It soon became more than a glimpse—a scenic view, one to die for. A moment later I was in a dark room, or maybe a dark warehouse. No, it was certainly a bottomless ocean which trapped me. Me? I was free to do anything. Where was my body? I would repeat three times over millions of seconds. I lost count at 533,600,527 seconds. I never got bored, however; it all felt like an instant freeze-frame on a TV show. I knew that I counted for months, maybe years, so how did I never feel the need to sleep, not even an urge to yawn? Then it hit me: a single drop of a dark yellow liquid. Suddenly, the sun I once hated met my thankful gaze. How long had it been? How long was I turned to stone? Chapter 2 : Unravel From the first moment i realised what was going on , i started thinking the same thing over and over , im done for. How on earth would a highschool boy like me , survive all alone in a primitive world?
L’histoire se déroule dans un collège calme où les journées sont normalement simples et organisées. Tout change avec l’arrivée d’un nouvel élève : Lucas Martin. Dès son premier jour, Lucas attire l’attention, mais pas toujours pour de bonnes raisons. Dans la salle de classe, il se présente avec enthousiasme, mais tombe rapidement en marchant. Ensuite, pendant le cours de sciences, il provoque une réaction incontrôlable en ajoutant trop de produit, ce qui remplit la salle de mousse. La situation devient encore plus chaotique pendant le sport, où Lucas mélange les équipes et crée de la confusion. Peu à peu, Lucas pense qu’il est un problème pour la classe. Il se sent inutile et différent. Cependant, ses camarades ne le voient pas de cette manière. Malgré ses maladresses, ils apprécient sa gentillesse et son énergie. Un jour, les élèves lui préparent une surprise : un diplôme de “Super Gaffeur”. Lucas est d’abord surpris et pense qu’on se moque de lui, mais il comprend rapidement que c’est un geste d’amitié. À la fin, Lucas accepte sa personnalité. Il comprend que ses erreurs font aussi rire et rapprochent les autres. Grâce à lui, la classe devient plus joyeuse et unie.
High above the world, within a realm of pale marble halls and endless skies, a young woman stood before a shimmering mirror of magic. Through the mirror she watched the mortal world below. Her name was Kaelis. Daughter of Lysera. Granddaughter of Aurelion. Though divine blood flowed within her veins, Kaelis was not fully a god. Her mother had chosen a mortal lover long ago, making Kaelis something unusual among the divine—half god, half human. Perhaps that was why she struggled to understand the indifference of her kind. Behind her, another figure watched. Lysera herself. Elegant, distant, and composed in the way only ancient gods could be. “You watch them often,” Lysera said calmly. Kaelis didn’t turn from the mirror. “They’re suffering.” Below them the world unfolded in countless scenes—wars between kingdoms, starving villages, merchants cheating the poor, monsters tearing through travelers. Lysera remained unmoved. “This world functions exactly as intended.” Kaelis clenched her fists. “Wars… crime… corruption. People die every day. And we do nothing.” Lysera’s voice sharpened slightly. “That is not our role.” “They worship us,” Kaelis said. “They pray to us. They believe we protect them.” Lysera stepped closer. “Destiny governs this world. Mortals walk the paths laid before them.” Her gaze hardened. “And destiny cannot be changed.” Kaelis looked back toward the mirror, frustration burning behind her eyes. But what she saw next made her heart stop. In color
The story takes place in a modern Japan reshaped by the emergence of Manifestations—supernatural abilities that awakened suddenly a generation ago. At first, Manifested individuals were feared, hunted, and misunderstood. But as their numbers grew, governments were forced to adapt, creating strict systems to regulate, train, and monitor them. Society now lives in a tense balance: Manifested citizens walk the same streets as ordinary people, yet invisible lines divide them. To manage this new reality, elite institutions like Reidō Academy were established. Part school, part military facility, part containment center, Reidō trains young Manifested students to control their powers while quietly assessing which ones might become threats. Behind its polished reputation lies a network of surveillance, political agendas, and secret research into unstable awakenings.The world outside the academy is no safer. Criminal syndicates exploit Manifested children, rogue operatives like Ryona Itadori challenge the government’s authority, and rumors spread of ancient bloodlines whose powers defy classification. Ordinary citizens live in awe and fear, unsure whether Manifestations are humanity’s evolution—or its downfall. Amid this fragile landscape, a new generation rises: students with unstable abilities, hidden pasts, and destinies shaped by forces they don’t yet understand. And at the center of it all stands Toji Zenith, an unmanifested boy whose quiet presence hides a power older and more dangerous than the world is prepared for.
What i was thinking for my story was that after reaching the age of 8 you get to find your power called "renx". Renx allows you to summon a weapon your weapon could be anything even another human, the Renx is different for everyone. But not everyone can have a Renx, theres a 50% chance that you get one abd 50% chance that you dont. Renx helps you fight monsters called Olyn creatures. The Olyns taken over most of the world but brave humans created strong fortresses in some countries. There is multiple factions formed with only Renx users, The Sacred, The Fallen, The Shattered, The Lost, The Union. The Union is the main faction that controls all the other's. The Sacred focuses on fighting the Olyn, The Fallen focuses on protecting the Fortresses, The shattered focuses on healing the injured, The Lost scout areas near the Fortresses to make sure they're are no Olyns approaching, and The Union gives orders to every faction. Each year The Union gives a test to those who want to join one of the factions very few get selected each year, only about 450 people get chosen and then each faction gets to choose 90 people depending on that they're useful for.Lets make our main character have 2 Renx 1 human like Renx and a weapon that looks like a cross that serves as a sword and a gun.The summoned human has their own personality and they follow your orders. I want to makes this like a boys love genre too the main character somehow falls in love with a guy from a different faction
In an era where six Supremes mark the absolute ceiling of existence, the world moves under a quiet, grinding tension: five Supremes stand revealed, anchoring nations, deterring wars, and defining the limits of power, while the sixth vanished long ago without death, omen, or echo, leaving behind not silence but a sense of deliberate containment that only beings at that level can feel; kingdoms ring their borders with alliances and naval forces, especially along the eastern ocean where island chains hide ancient mana scars, academies promote Gifted through rigid ranks obsessed with combat metrics and measurable mana, blind to the truth that Supremacy is not earned but survived, and above it all walks the MC, a Supreme who abandoned the system itself after realizing it was not a ladder but a cage, designed after the disappearance to prevent another from breaking reality the way the missing one nearly did; as nations posture, research forbidden spells, and quietly fear escalation, the MC senses what others refuse to name, that the missing Supreme did not fall or transcend but uncovered something beyond Supremacy and chose exile or imprisonment to stop it from cascading, making the current balance an illusion sustained by fear and ignorance, and as cracks spread through mana laws, island anomalies stir, and Supreme senses begin to distort, the story moves toward an inevitable convergence where the MC, the vanished Supreme, and the system meant to bind them are forced into collision, deciding whether the world remains stable, ascends, or shatters under the weight of truths it was never meant to hold.
Crea el primer capítulo de un manga estilo anime con fuerte inspiración en Evangelion, ambientado en una secundaria moderna donde cinco estudiantes son seleccionados como pilotos de mechas tipo EVA para combatir entidades misteriosas. Los personajes principales son: • Henry: protagonista, piel blanca, cabello erizado, personalidad seria pero emocionalmente compleja, con conflictos internos y actitud desafiante. • Luis: moreno, cabello rizado, usa lentes negros de prescripción, inteligente pero arrogante; tiene una relación tensa y conflictiva con Henry. • Ayala: apariencia intimidante, rasgos similares a un lobo (ojos afilados, actitud feroz), fuerte y poco expresivo. • Joshi: de apariencia delicada y afeminada, emocionalmente perceptivo, inteligente y estratégico. • Celeo: de origen chino, calmado, reservado, muy analítico. El capítulo 1 debe comenzar con un evento extraño (como un ataque o aparición de una entidad desconocida) que interrumpe la vida escolar normal. Introduce el ambiente de la secundaria, las dinámicas entre los personajes (especialmente la mala relación entre Henry y Luis), y revela poco a poco que han sido elegidos para pilotar los EVA. Incluye: • Diálogos estilo manga • Narrativa dramática y psicológica • Escenas de tensión y misterio • Introducción a la organización que controla los EVA • Un final impactante que deje intriga Tono serio, oscuro, psicológico, con elementos de acción y conflicto emocional. Estilo visual detallado, tipo manga japonés.
The episode opens with a silent sky as the date 16 August 2063 appears, its stars barely visible under artificial glow. The scene shifts to Beijing, China, where a plane lands at a crowded airport. Among the crowd, two young men finally meet after years apart — Satoshi Kakamura, an undercover spy secretly sent to investigate a mysterious organization connected to assassinations of world leaders, and Koruko Kesei, an architect living in China. A brief flashback shows their long friendship and promise to meet again one day. They head to a café and talk casually until Koruko hesitantly reveals a confidential project: a massive construction ordered to be completed in only seven months. He admits he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, but trusts Satoshi. The real problem, however, is that workers assigned to a specific underground area have been disappearing. This immediately raises Satoshi’s suspicion because his mission involves tracking a hidden civilization of killers targeting influential figures worldwide. Later that night, the two walk through the advanced yet strangely lifeless city toward Koruko’s home. Satoshi feels uneasy, missing the peace and nature he prefers. At the house, Koruko introduces him to his family and they share a calm dinner together. Afterward, Koruko shows Satoshi his room and leaves him to rest. Satoshi changes into casual clothes, calls his parents in Germany, and has a quiet, reassuring conversation before falling asleep. The next morning, while Koruko’s family watches television, Satoshi walks out rubbing his eyes — only to freeze behind them as breaking news reports appear: 76 celebrities missing and multiple major buildings collapsed across the world. The screen fades to black, ending Episode 1. Anime Title: Everything’s Fair in Peace 🎬
Aiko spends her days working between two jobs, one of them a small bakery filled with the scent of warmth and routine. It’s there that she meets Kaito—a quiet boy who becomes a regular customer, always ordering the same thing, always lingering just a little longer than necessary. What Aiko doesn’t realize is that, somewhere between shared smiles and late-afternoon conversations, Kaito has fallen in love with her. Aiko’s heart, however, remains tied to Ren, her childhood friend. Even as Ren grows distant and emotionally unavailable, she continues to chase the comfort of what they once were, unaware of how much she is losing by holding on. Mina watches from the sidelines, as she corrupts Ren’s mind even more only loving him for his money isolating him from all his friends and making him hurt aiko. Kaito stays silent, offering kindness without expectation, choosing patience over confession. He listens when Aiko talks about Ren. He smiles even when her pain has nothing to do with him. And each day, as he leaves the bakery, he carries his unreturned love with him. Four hearts move in the wrong directions, bound by timing, silence, and fear. In a world where everyone is loving someone who cannot love them back, happiness feels impossibly far away. A bittersweet manga about quiet devotion, missed chances, and the kind of love that exists even when it is never chosen.
Panel 1 (Full-width splash, establishing shot) Wide exterior view of Blackspire Keep at night, snow falling gently. A lone rider (Lady Seraphine in dark cloak) approaches the gates on horseback. Caption (top): "Midnight. The eve of his nameday." SFX: clip-clop… clip-clop… Panel 2 (Medium shot) Seraphine dismounts in the courtyard. Servants scatter in fear at her expression—eyes narrowed, lips pressed thin. Close-up inset on her face: subtle disgust already flickering. Thought bubble (small): …I only wished to surprise him. Panel 3 (Tall vertical panel) Seraphine strides down a torch-lit corridor, riding crop dangling loosely. Her boots echo. Background: shadows stretch long. SFX: thud… thud… thud… Panel 4 (Wide panel, door POV) The heavy solar door creaks open. Warm candlelight pours out. Foreground: Seraphine's silhouette in the doorway, cloak billowing slightly. Inside: chaotic bed scene just visible—bare limbs, tangled sheets, laughter frozen mid-breath. Panel 5 (Large panel, reveal) Full interior shot of the decadent bedroom: massive four-poster bed, candles guttering, furs and silks strewn everywhere. Center: Fat Lord Fortinbras sprawled naked, belly shining with sweat, surrounded by four equally naked noblewomen (two mother-daughter pairs: Mirene & Celine Varnholt; Elira & Lyssia Drayce). They freeze, eyes wide in horror. Under the bed: two more half-hidden girls in shifts, peeking out in terror. SFX: gasp! Panel 6 (Close-up on Seraphine) Tight on her face—eyes half-lidded, upper lip curled in revulsion. No shout. Just quiet, visceral disgust. A single bead of sweat rolls down her temple (not from anger—from sheer distaste). Thought bubble: …This… is what my husband chooses. Panel 7 (Medium group shot) The women scramble in panic: sheets tear, bare feet slap stone, arms cover themselves. Mirene clutches fabric; Celine bolts; Elira drags her daughter. The two under-bed girls crawl out, red-faced, fleeing past Seraphine like rats. Background: Fortinbras wheezes, trying to sit up, belly jiggling pathetically. Panel 8 (Over-the-shoulder from Seraphine) She stands motionless. View past her shoulder: the fleeing women disappear down the hall. Fortinbras in foreground, small and ridiculous on the ruined bed, mouth open in excuse. His speech bubble (stammering): "S-Seraphine… my love… this is—" Panel 9 (Extreme close-up on Seraphine) Her eyes only—cold, contemptuous pupils reflecting candle flames. No dialogue. Just a slow, deliberate blink of disgust. SFX: soft … Panel 10 (Medium shot) Seraphine steps forward one pace. She reaches out slowly and plucks a long auburn hair (Mirene's) from his damp chest. Holds it up between thumb and forefinger like something diseased. Her expression: lip curled further, nostrils slightly flared. Panel 11 (Tight two-shot) Close on Fortinbras's face—sweat pouring, small eyes darting, pleading. Inset panel (small): Seraphine's mouth, corners turned down in pure revulsion. Her dialogue (quiet, flat): "You are… disgusting." Panel 12 (Full-page splash, final blow) Seraphine turns her back and walks out, cloak swirling. The door begins to close behind her. Foreground: Fortinbras alone on the wrecked bed, naked, small, surrounded by cooling candles and the stench of his own excess. His face: crumpled in shame. Background fades to black around the edges. Caption (bottom, small text): She feels no fury. Only nausea. SFX: click (door shutting) (End scene.)
Chapter Intro: The Riftborn armies have been repelled, but the war is far from over. Deep within the void, a presence stirs — ancient, calculating, and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, awakens. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower, where the truth about Shawn’s Hoshigan — and its connection to the King — is finally revealed. Scene 1: The Hidden Chamber Interior panel: A spiral staircase descends into the earth. Torches flicker along the stone walls. Team 0 follows the Hokage and Kuroda into a sealed vault. - Shawn: His white fox mask is clipped to his belt. His face is calm but alert, with sharp features and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming at its center. He wears a black cloak over a white shirt, the obsidian-forged sword strapped across his back. - Jaden: His spiky black hair is slightly damp with sweat. He wears a black shirt with a red flame crest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is inactive but alert, and his black gloves are scuffed from the last battle. - Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocked hair is tied back, and his fur-lined cloak is torn at the edges. He holds a kunai loosely in his right hand, always ready. Hokage (gravely): “This is the Eye’s origin. The place where the first Hoshigan was sealed.” Kuroda (to Shawn): “Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen.” Scene 2: The Memory Stone A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber. It pulses with violet light. As Shawn approaches, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes. Shawn (wincing): “It’s… calling me.” He touches the stone. A surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step. Scene 3: The Vision — The Riftborn King Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a ruined world, skies torn open. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a crown of jagged crystal, and a single, massive Hoshigan eye in his chest. Riftborn King (voice like thunder): “You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.” Shawn (steady): “I’m not your heir.” Riftborn King: “You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.” The King raises a hand — the vision shatters. Scene 4: Awakening Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, eyes wide. The Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond at its center. Jaden (rushing to him): “Shawn! You good?” - Jaden’s Byakugan activates instinctively. His pale eyes scan Shawn’s chakra — it’s swirling, unstable. Isaiah (stepping forward): “Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.” - Isaiah’s mutation pulses in response, his black veins glowing faintly. Shawn (breathing hard): “I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.” Scene 5: The King’s Herald Suddenly, the chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone. Riftborn Voice: “The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.” The sigil vanishes. Silence. Hokage (to Team 0): “You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.” Scene 6: Final Panel Full-page spread: Team 0 stands at the edge of the chamber, backlit by the glowing memory stone. Shawn’s Hoshigan gleams with four tomoe. Jaden’s Byakugan is fully active. Isaiah’s mutation coils like a shadow beast behind him. Narration box: The King has awakened. The Eye has remembered. And the war for reality has begun.
The walk up to the main house was short, a gravel path lined with solar lights that flickered weakly in the twilight. Steel’s property was an oasis of rural quiet, a stark contrast to the neon anxiety of the Starlight Motel. As they approached the house, the golden glow of the kitchen windows spilled out onto the porch. They wiped their boots on the mat; a ritual Steel performed with a surprising delicacy and entered. The kitchen was warm, smelling of rosemary, roasted beef, and yeast rolls. Stephanie was at the stove, stirring gray with the focus of a chemist. “He’s here,” Steel announced, Hanging his keys on a hook. Stephanie turned, wiping her hands on her white apron with a giant red A on it. “About time, Wash up Alex. Use the good soap, not that grease cutter stuff Gerald keeps by the sink.” It was then that Alex noticed they weren’t alone. Sitting at the round oak table, nursing a glass of iced tea, was a young woman. She looked up as he entered, and Alex felt his boots root to the floor. She was petite, perhaps a few inches shorter than him, with long, chestnut hair that fell in loose waves over shoulders. She wore oversized tortoise shell glasses that magnified eyes, the color of polished sapphire. She was wearing scrubs- navy blue with a stethoscope still draped casually around her neck like a scarf. “Alex,” Stephanie said, gesturing with a gravy ladle. “This is Devon. She works with me at the hospital. Devon, this is the stray Gerald brought home.” Alex could feel the heat creeping up his neck as he mumbled. “I’m not a stay, I’m an employee.” Devon smiled, and it changed her whole face, softening the intelligence in her eyes into something warmer. “Nice to meet you, Alex the Employee. Steph say’s you’re the one who saved your boss from a falling plate?”
Your manga is a quiet, emotional slice-of-life story that explores loneliness, grief, and healing through subtle moments and atmosphere. The story follows Erikku, a withdrawn teenage boy who feels emotionally empty after losing someone important from his past. Although life around him continues as normal—school routines, classmates’ laughter, everyday noise—Erikku feels disconnected, as if even the sky above him has fallen silent. The silent sky serves as a powerful symbol throughout the story, representing Erikku’s inner emptiness, unresolved pain, and words left unspoken. His refuge is the school rooftop, a place filled with memories of happier days and a person he once shared deep connection with. This rooftop becomes a space where past and present quietly overlap. The story begins to change when Esutā, a calm and observant girl, appears. Unlike others, she notices the silence Erikku lives in. She does not approach him with pity or forceful encouragement; instead, she listens and acknowledges the quiet he carries. Esutā’s presence introduces warmth and understanding, suggesting that silence is not always absence—but sometimes a pause, waiting for someone brave enough to speak. As Erikku and Esutā share moments under the same sky, subtle changes occur: a breeze begins to move, clouds slowly drift, and the atmosphere softens. These small shifts symbolize emotional healing and the return of hope. The story focuses on inner thoughts, gentle dialogue, and visual storytelling rather than dramatic action. Overall, your manga is a poetic coming-of-age narrative about loss, human connection, and emotional recovery. It highlights that healing does not happen instantly, but through shared silence, understanding companionship, and the quiet courage to open one’s heart again.
erstelle mir einen manga. nutze für den hauptcharakter "Luu" Character 1 als referenz. Für "Rara" nimm als Refrenz bitte Character 2. Panel 1: ganze seitenbreite. man sieht die beiden charaktere Luu und Rara. Rara steht auf der linken Seite, schweigend mit traurigem Blick und gesenktem Kopf. Luu steht auf der rechten Seite. Er ist wütend, beißt die Zähne zusammen. keine Text bubble. Im Hintergrund sind Säulen und engelwachen zu sehen. Panel 2: Rara ist zu sehen. Sie schaut vorsichtig auf. Sie ist von der rechten Seite zu sehen. Nur schwach angedeuteter Hintergrund. Text bubble: "Luu... ich....Bitte..." Panel 3: Luu ist zu sehen. Er wirkt noch wütender. Er ist von der rechten Seite zu sehen. Nur schwach angedeuteter Hintergrund. Text bubble (verbunden mit Text bubble von Panel 2): "Lass uns gemeinsam neu anfangen. Dies hier ist deine Cha-" Panel 4: Luu ist von vorne sichtbar. Emotion wie in refrenzbild 1 mit Tränen und Zorn. Text bubble: "HALT DEN RAND! Ich habe dir vertraut! Ich-" Panel 5: Luu senkt den Kopf und kämpft mit seinen Gefühlen. Text bubble: "Ich habe dich geliebt..." Panel 6: ganze Seitenbreite. Rara ist von vorne zu sehen. Sie schaut enttäuscht und hat den Blick gesenkt. Text bubble ohne Charakterzordnung: "Lebe wohl..."
PÁGINA 1 Prompt para Geração de Imagem: "Página de mangá estilo shounen, leitura da direita para a esquerda. 4 quadrinhos grandes: 1. Quadrinhos superior direito: Paisagem ampla do Monte Fuji ao fundo, vila japonesa antiga à beira de um rio, sol poente pintando o céu de laranja/amarelo. Um jovem (Marcos) de cabelos castanhos, vestindo roupa de guerreiro com detalhes verdes/amarelos, segura uma katana com lâmina escura e detalhes coloridos que brilham suavemente. Narração: 'PERÍODO SENGOKU — Nas margens do Monte Fuji, uma pequena vila abriga um jovem com laços para uma terra distante...' 2. Quadrinhos abaixo: Plano médio em Marcos, olhos fechados. Luzes verdes/azuis flutuam ao seu redor, silhueta de onça-pintada ao fundo. Fala: 'A terra me fala... Ela sente quando algo está errado.' 3. Quadrinhos superior esquerdo: Ninja (Felyppe) de cabelos loiros claros, vestes escuras, cinto com ferramentas/shurikens precisas, pulando entre telhados. Fala: 'Os sinais estão claros. O Clã Kuroyami já está por perto. Precisamos estar prontos.' Nota lateral: 'Ferramentas criadas com conhecimentos de meus ancestrais alemães.' 4. Quadrinhos abaixo: Marcos e Felyppe de frente um para o outro, sombras de samurais de preto se aproximando ao fundo. Fala: 'Eles vieram mais cedo do que esperávamos!' Linhas de velocidade ao redor das sombras. Estilo: Mangá clássico, linhas nítidas, contraste bem definido."*
Page 1 The protagonist wakes up. On the ceiling, written in messy handwriting: “DON’T FALL ASLEEP AGAIN.” He doesn’t remember writing it. Page 2 In the bathroom mirror, his face is slightly blurred. When he blinks — the reflection doesn’t. Page 3 Outside, everyone has his face. But different versions: Crying Smiling too wide Emotionless Terrified They all walk past him like nothing is wrong. Page 4 One of them stops. Leans close. Whispers: “Which one are you?” Page 5 Reality starts overlapping. Panels duplicate slightly off-center. Multiple versions of him stand in the same place. One says: “I’m the one who wanted to disappear.” Another: “I’m the one who wanted to be perfect.” Another: “I’m the one who pretends.” Page 6 He looks at his hands. They turn semi-transparent. Inside his arms, silhouettes of other “him” are screaming silently. Page 7 Everything freezes. Black background. White text: “IDENTITY DETECTED AS DEFENSE MECHANISM.” Page 8 He stands in a white void. Thousands of versions of himself surround him. They speak in unison: “You are not the original. You are a temporary arrangement.” Page 9 His body starts fragmenting into words: “I’m scared.” “I need control.” “I’m not enough.” “I don’t exist.” The words scatter like ash. Page 10 Pure white page. A tiny black dot in the center. Small text: “Consciousness rebooting.” In the bottom corner, barely visible: “Don’t fall asleep again.”
Chapter Intro: The seal is broken. The Rift stirs. Deep within the void, a presence awakens — ancient and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, has opened his eye. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower. There, the truth behind the Hoshigan, Isaiah’s mutation, and the Riftborn’s obsession with their bloodlines is finally revealed. Scene 1: Descent into Secrets Interior panel: A spiral staircase winds deep beneath the Hokage Tower. The walls are carved with ancient symbols. Torches flicker with blue flame. - Shawn: Cloaked in black, his white fox mask with red markings clipped to his belt. His face is calm, with sharp cheekbones and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming — a black diamond at the center. The obsidian-forged sword rests across his back, humming with gravitational energy. - Jaden: His long, flowing black hair cascades down his back, tied loosely at the base. He wears a black shinobi robe with a red flame crest on the chest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is dormant but alert, and his black gloves are worn from battle. - Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocks are tied back, and his jagged fur-lined cloak drapes over a cream-colored combat tunic. A kunai spins slowly in his right hand, his eyes scanning every shadow. Hokage (gravely): “This vault predates the village. It holds the truth behind your powers.” Kuroda (to Shawn): “Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen — by something older than chakra itself.” Scene 2: The Memory Stone A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber, pulsing with violet light. As Shawn steps forward, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes with a flash. Shawn (wincing, voice strained): “It’s… calling me.” He reaches out. The moment his fingers touch the stone, a surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step, their expressions locked in concern. Scene 3: The Riftborn King Revealed Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a shattered world — skies torn open, stars bleeding. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a jagged crystal crown, and a massive Hoshigan embedded in his chest. Riftborn King (voice like thunder): “You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.” Shawn (steady, eyes glowing): “I’m not your heir.” Riftborn King: “You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.” The King raises a hand. The vision shatters. Scene 4: The Eye Evolves Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, breathing hard. His Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond spinning at the center. Jaden (rushing forward, long hair flowing): “Shawn! What happened?!” His Byakugan activates instantly, veins bulging at his temples. He scans Shawn’s chakra network — it’s swirling, unstable, like a storm inside a bottle. Isaiah (stepping in, dreadlocks swaying): “Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.” His mutation pulses in response, black veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. Shawn (voice low, eyes burning): “I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.” Scene 5: The King’s Herald The chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone. Riftborn Voice (disembodied): “The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.” The sigil vanishes. Silence falls. Hokage (to Team 0): “You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.” Scene 6: Final Panel Full-page spread: Team 0 stands before the glowing memory stone. - Shawn: Cloak fluttering, Hoshigan gleaming with four tomoe. His obsidian blade hums with power. - Jaden: Long hair flowing, Byakugan fully active, lightning crackling at his fingertips. - Isaiah: Dreadlocks wild, mutation coiled like a shadow beast behind him, kunai in hand. Narration box: The King has awakened. The Eye has remembered. And the war for reality has begun.
Jane a coworker at a massive company. His boss is pretty young. The boss’s wife. And the boss are looking for kids, but can never get any. That’s when the boss had an idea. Their lab has been working on this new chemical to regress people to younger ages and they can be customize to whatever age you want. And they inject the serum into Jane turning him into a toddler around 4 to 5 years old. They do this because sense of Jane has technically no family. He’s the perfect person for their family. They already have a nursery and everything set up a bunch of pull-ups a crib, a changing table toys, booster seat for toddlers stroller everything that they needed for one they even have a bunch of clothes for him, which some of the clothes they have in a bag after his shrinking from the serum, he officially turned into a toddler. He’s left in oversized, work clothes compared to his work clothes in his new body he looks quite tiny now they change him and get him out of those work clothes and put him into her clothes like a pull up and some clothes like a shirt and pants and socks, but since it was midnight instead of pants, he was in a shirt, pajama pants and a pull-up, and then they carried him to the car where they buckled him in to His toddler car seat and then they went home and put him into bed the next day they got him to get to know the rest of the family one of the family members is his older sister which is in college and the grandmother and grandfather the mom sister, the fathers parents of course basically the whole family even cousins a day after that they prepare and they get ready because on that day they do his fifth birthday. They take him to the park afterwards where he plays with all his cousins his cousin‘s friends. A lot of people have fun here and they do some barbecue fun time. and now they start changing like their family though Jane is starting to feel uncomfortable a little because he is treated like a baby now.
orn Between Realms — Volume I: The Man Who Should Not Exist is a character-driven shōnen fantasy set in a cultivation-based world where essence flows invisibly through all living things and power is determined not by brute strength but by control, compression, and intent within a rigid, political hierarchy of nations, bloodlines, mentors, and elite academies. At its center is Elias, a reincarnated anomaly whose consciousness survived death through an AI entity named Axiom, sacrificing portions of his emotional memory to preserve his core identity. Beginning at age eight and progressing toward his entrance into an elite academy at fourteen, Elias evolves from a heavy, emotionally suppressed child burdened by fragmented memories into a jovial, mischievous, strategically playful prodigy who values understanding over dominance. Lean, long-limbed, slightly above average in height, with soft black hair falling over deep gray eyes that sharpen with focus and warm when he smiles, Elias carries a quiet pressure in combat—an aura that commands without noise. Guided by loving, emotionally present parents—his grounded hunter father and perceptive, essence-sensitive mother—he resolves his grief not by reclaiming what was lost but by choosing what remains, while training under mentors both real and augmented through Axiom’s ethical-limited tactical support. As he approaches academy life—structured by dark silver-trimmed uniforms, floating platforms, courtyard duels, social factions, and talent politics—his journey blends high-stakes growth, slice-of-life tension, psychological identity themes, and a slow-burn three-member harem composed of a rational strategist, a fierce competitor, and a mysterious girl tied to deeper instability beneath the cultivation system. With clean, cinematic shōnen visual energy and subtle seinen undertones, the story explores identity after loss, power versus responsibility, control versus chaos, and the strength of family as the anchor that keeps a boy who should not exist from becoming something the world cannot contain.
📜 Краткий сюжет (Сюжетная арка) Акт 1: Сборка и Отмена (Региональный турнир) Рюдзи вступает в любительскую команду Five Arcans. Изначально он вытягивает матчи в одиночку благодаря "Farm Up" — стимулятору, дающему сверхреакцию. Когда таблетки заканчиваются, у него начинается ломка. Тренер QQQ заставляет Рюдзи отказаться от допинга. Команда компенсирует потерю скорости Рюдзи идеальной командной работой. В финале они побеждают фаворитов, опираясь не на рефлексы, а на доверие, и выходят на Национальный чемпионат. Акт 2: Система и Срыв (Национальный чемпионат в Москве) Ставки возрастают: 86 команд, огромные деньги и давление. Выясняется, что спонсор турнира, корпорация Aethelgard, тайно тестирует на топовых игроках смертельно опасный препарат "Neural-X". Главный соперник Рюдзи, Юки, сходит с ума от передозировки прямо во время матча. QQQ использует жесткие военные методы тренировок, чтобы связать команду в «единый разум» и противостоять химическим гениям. Акт 3: Бунт и Подполье (Кульминация и Финал) Корпорация начинает шантажировать Рюдзи его прошлым с таблетками. Выйдя в полуфинал, Рюдзи решает сломать систему: в прямом эфире он признается в прошлом употреблении допинга и раскрывает заговор Aethelgard. На арене гаснет свет, и за командой начинают охоту корпоративные наемники. При помощи бывшего врага Дайки, Five Arcans сбегают. Гранд-финал они играют дистанционно из заброшенного подвального компьютерного клуба на окраине Москвы. Они побеждают, становясь легендами и свободными изгоями киберспорта. Визуальные акценты для художника: • Контраст между стерильными, высокотехнологичными аренами корпорации и грязными, тесными подпольными клубами. • Визуализация «киберспортивного рывка»: рваные, глитчовые движения под допингом против плавных, синхронных действий при чистой командной игре.
A weary male figure in his late 20s, messy and unkempt dark hair, prominent dark circles under sunken eyes, a gaunt face with a stubble, wearing a tattered dark trench coat over a high-collared black tactical outfit, a melancholic and detached expression. A young woman with a radiant face, sparkling eyes, a warm and gentle smile, long flowing hair, wearing a soft pastel-colored cardigan over a simple white dress, holding an umbrella in one hand and reaching out with the other, an expression of pure kindness. A man with sharp facial features and a stern gaze, wearing a classic brown trench coat, a tailored suit underneath, a fedora hat slightly tilted, holding a thick file and a lit cigarette between his fingers, looking intensely focused. A young man with a focused and reliable look, messy short hair, wearing a loose hoodie and a leather jacket, sitting behind the wheel of a sports car, glancing back over his shoulder with a knowing and serious expression. A weary man with a dark coat standing alone in a rainy city street at night, looking dejected. A young woman with a bright smile walks up to him, holding an umbrella over both of them and offering a warm blanket. He looks at her with surprise and hesitation. A tired-looking man in a dark trench coat running through a dark alleyway, looking over his shoulder. Behind him, a detective in a suit and hat is pursuing, shining a flashlight and holding up a police badge, his face determined. Two young men rushing towards a sleek car parked in a back alley. The protagonist, looking exhausted, is being helped into the passenger seat by his friend, who is dressed in a hoodie. The friend has a serious expression and is looking back to check for pursuers. Inside a simple, warm apartment. A young woman is gently tending to a small cut on the hand of the weary-looking protagonist, who is sitting at her kitchen table. He watches her work with a conflicted expression, his true identity hidden.
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.
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.
Moments later she appeared in the forest. Before the tree. Before the woodcutter. “Greetings, woodcutter,” she said casually. The man turned and smiled. “Greetings, traveler.” He raised his axe slightly in greeting. “Would you like to accept a quest?” Virella tilted her head. “Tell me something first.” The woodcutter blinked. “Yes?” “Where is the wood you’ve gathered?” He hesitated. “Well… the wood I gathered is…” His voice faltered. Virella stepped closer. “Where is your house?” “I… live with my mother and sister…” “And what are their names?” Silence. The woodcutter’s breathing quickened. Virella’s eyes gleamed with faint magic. “When was the last time you brought wood home?” “The last time I—” His voice broke. “How long have you been cutting this tree?” “I have been cutting this tree for…” He froze. Virella leaned close to his ear. “You’ve been cutting this tree for five hundred years.” The man’s face drained of color. “You haven’t moved from this spot.” Her voice grew colder. “You haven’t chopped any wood.” “You haven’t taken anything home.” “Your sister and your mother have been dead for five hundred years.” The world seemed to collapse around him. “You have no home.” She whispered the final truth. “You don’t even have a name.” Memories flooded his mind. A small house. A loving mother. A laughing sister. Cold winter nights. Then darkness. Chains. Magic. Pain. His scream tore through the forest. “No… no this can’t be real… this can’t be real!” His body trembled violently. For a moment— it seemed the enchantment might break. Then he turned back toward the tree. And raised his axe. “I need to gather wood,” he muttered weakly. “My family needs it for the winter.” Kaelis watched from the mirror, tears falling. Virella smiled faintly. “Then live in ignorance for another five hundred years.” She turned away. “The god who destroyed your life doesn’t even remember you.” Her voice faded as she disappeared. “And neither will I.” In color
Moments later she appeared in the forest. Before the tree. Before the woodcutter. “Greetings, woodcutter,” she said casually. The man turned and smiled. “Greetings, traveler.” He raised his axe slightly in greeting. “Would you like to accept a quest?” Virella tilted her head. “Tell me something first.” The woodcutter blinked. “Yes?” “Where is the wood you’ve gathered?” He hesitated. “Well… the wood I gathered is…” His voice faltered. Virella stepped closer. “Where is your house?” “I… live with my mother and sister…” “And what are their names?” Silence. The woodcutter’s breathing quickened. Virella’s eyes gleamed with faint magic. “When was the last time you brought wood home?” “The last time I—” His voice broke. “How long have you been cutting this tree?” “I have been cutting this tree for…” He froze. Virella leaned close to his ear. “You’ve been cutting this tree for five hundred years.” The man’s face drained of color. “You haven’t moved from this spot.” Her voice grew colder. “You haven’t chopped any wood.” “You haven’t taken anything home.” “Your sister and your mother have been dead for five hundred years.” The world seemed to collapse around him. “You have no home.” She whispered the final truth. “You don’t even have a name.” Memories flooded his mind. A small house. A loving mother. A laughing sister. Cold winter nights. Then darkness. Chains. Magic. Pain. His scream tore through the forest. “No… no this can’t be real… this can’t be real!” His body trembled violently. For a moment— it seemed the enchantment might break. Then he turned back toward the tree. And raised his axe. “I need to gather wood,” he muttered weakly. “My family needs it for the winter.” Kaelis watched from the mirror, tears falling. Virella smiled faintly. “Then live in ignorance for another five hundred years.” She turned away. “The god who destroyed your life doesn’t even remember you.” Her voice faded as she disappeared. “And neither will I.”
Romance slice of life my main character is this black haired girl who just got engaged to her long boyfriend and as he started this new job his coworker a blond haired girl they started to be friends at work and they got too close like close friends but everyone called them a couple because they acted like it then his wife gets suspicious of her husband and next thing you know the blond haired coworker mada a first move to the husband and they kissed and they confessed their feelings for eachother then he had an affair with the blond ( she is super pretty ) girl while his wife the black haired girl followed her husband to work to spy on him because she became insane because her husband put a password on his phone hides his phone and its not sexual with his wife and she stalks him to work and founds out that her husband is eating out with the blond girl in his lunch time and they kissed and she gets home cries but she would keep it a secret cuz she can't leave his husband she is too attached then months and months of this happening the blond girl gets pregnant the black haired wife its devastated and broken and miserable cuz she knew that her husband wanted a child with her so much to start a family and stuff and something happens the husband tells his wife that he has a other girlfriend and she is pregnant and he wants to keep the baby and he has no feelings for his wife and he tells her to leave but the husbands mom calls and wants to visit and he panicked and said to his wife to stay and pretend that they are happy but he will get his pregnant girlfriend moved into the house and live with them and the blond girl moves in and the ex wife have a huge fight but the husbands goes to have sex with his girlfriend and the ex wife cries and cries and the blond girl does evil things to the wife and the husband loves it and you can continue with the story from now on
Crossfire Hearts follows Riku Hayase, a talented but emotionally burnt‑out FPS player, and Miyu Aoyama, a gentle, isolated girl who finds comfort in MMORPGs. Their worlds collide when they meet inside Eternal Realms, where Riku plays as the swift, deadly ranger Crossfire, and Miyu plays as the luminous healer LunaVale. What begins as a simple dungeon run slowly becomes a bond neither expected. As they grow closer, their in‑game partnership becomes a lifeline for both of them. Riku rediscovers joy after competitive burnout, while Miyu finds someone who listens, understands, and never judges her. Their first real‑life meeting is awkward, sweet, and life‑changing — the moment their online connection becomes something real. But their relationship is tested by Obsidian Crown, a rival guild led by the cold strategist Blackthorn and the obsessive assassin NightReaver, who fixates on Miyu and targets Riku out of jealousy. Guild wars, PvP duels, and server‑wide conflicts push Riku and Miyu to fight side by side, strengthening their bond even as real‑life pressures mount. Miyu’s strict home life becomes the greatest obstacle. Her mother disapproves of gaming, isolates her, and eventually cuts her off entirely. The emotional distance nearly breaks them — Miyu feels trapped, Riku feels helpless, and their worlds begin to drift apart. But they refuse to let go. Riku confronts her mother, Miyu stands up for herself, and their friends rally around them. The final arc brings everything full circle: Riku competes in the world esports championship while Moonlight Vanguard races Obsidian Crown to defeat the expansion’s final raid boss, the Eclipse Sovereign. Both battles mirror each other — pressure, teamwork, trust, and the fear of losing what matters most. Riku wins the championship. Moonlight Vanguard clears the raid first. And in front of a roaring crowd, Riku and Miyu finally confess their love openly — not as Crossfire and LunaVale, but as themselves. The story ends years later, with the two living together, still gaming side by side, still partners in every world they share.
Morning light crept through the curtains and brushed across my face. I groaned softly and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My room was quiet except for the faint hum of my computer. “…Huh?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, my hair messy from sleep. Something felt different. My mind slowly began to wake up. “What even happened yesterday…?” I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees, trying to piece things together. Then it hit me. The restaurant. The conversation. Her. I could still remember the way the evening felt — calm, easy… surprisingly nice. “Being with her was actually… really nice.” I scratched the back of my head, staring at the floor. Then my eyes widened slightly. “Wait…” I froze. “I never got her number.” A quiet sigh escaped me as I leaned back on the bed. “Well… that’s just great.” The rest of the day passed slowly. Before long I found myself sitting at my desk, controller in hand, playing games like usual. The glow of the monitor lit up the room while the hours quietly slipped by. Match after match. Win, lose, repeat. Eventually I got hungry. I wandered into the kitchen, grabbing something quick to eat before heading back to my room. Later in the afternoon I went out to the gym, lifting weights and trying to clear my mind. Music played in my headphones while the rhythm of reps and sets helped pass the time. Still… every now and then my thoughts drifted back to yesterday. Her smile. Her voice. It was strange. We had only just met… but the memory kept replaying in my head. After the gym I headed home again, tossing my bag onto the floor of my room and collapsing into my chair. “Man…” I stretched my arms. “What are the chances I ever see her again?” Memories of her pop up. Right as I picked up my phone— Buzz. A notification lit up the screen. I frowned slightly and picked it up. Then my eyes widened. It was a message. And somehow… It was from her. My heart skipped. “…Wait.” I stared at the screen again to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. A slow smile spread across my face. “…I guess I am seeing her again."
Keith slouched on his couch, the glow of his phone illuminating the dark corners of his apartment. The bottle on the table was almost empty, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop staring at the screen. Clair. She was kissing Jonny. His best friend. The same Jonny he had told just days ago that he was going to confess. I guess I was just the dancing monkey, he thought bitterly. Always there, always reliable, never the one chosen. A sharp knock at the door yanked him out of his spiral. Tipsy and unsteady, he stumbled to open it. She was standing there. Clair. At least, that’s what he told himself. She looked frantic, her hair slightly messy, her eyes wide. Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped inside. "Do you know where Clair left my files?" she asked, scanning the room with a sense of urgency. Keith blinked. Why is she talking in third person? he thought, but he didn’t dwell on it. He was too focused on the fact that it was her. "They should be somewhere around here," he said, rubbing his temple. She spotted a folder on the table and snatched it up. "Found them," she said, relief flashing across her face. She turned to leave, hand reaching for the door. Before she could, Keith’s hand was already on the door, stopping her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the apartment fell into silence. Time seemed to stretch. He moved closer, heart hammering. He took her hand. She froze—then didn’t pull away. The folder slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a soft thud. Keith leaned in. He kissed her. For a moment, she hesitated. Then she kissed him back. The world narrowed down to that single, electrifying moment. Neon lights from the city outside spilled across their faces, painting the room in sharp colors. He barely noticed when they pulled apart, both breathless. Morning came far too quickly. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, burning his eyes. His head throbbed, a reminder of last night’s haze. He turned in the bed and felt warmth beside him. His stomach dropped. The hair spilling across the pillow wasn’t brown. It was jet black. Recognition hit like a punch to the gut. Olivier Clair. Clair’s older sister. His boss. Keith froze, unable to process what had happened, the memories of last night coming back in a flood of panic, confusion, and disbelief.
"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."
PANEL 1 Ruang kelas kuno. Bangunan batu. Cahaya matahari masuk dari jendela. Suara murid-murid ribut. Murid A: “Eh, lihat tuh… Jelata datang.” Murid B: “Masih aja sekolah padahal nggak ada gunanya.” --- PANEL 2 Jaylat berjalan pelan. Wajah datar. Tatapan kosong. Duduk di kursi belakang dekat jendela. Narasi (kotak hitam kecil): Nama yang tak tercatat… lebih mudah diinjak. --- PANEL 3 Guru masuk dengan tongkat kayu. Guru: “Hari ini ujian potensi sihir. Siapa pun yang hasilnya tinggi, akan dipilih langsung oleh kerajaan.” Seluruh kelas heboh. Murid C: “Kesempatan jadi bangsawan!” Murid D: “Jaylat pasti paling bawah lagi.” Tawa. Jaylat hanya menatap keluar jendela. --- PANEL 4 Satu per satu murid maju. Bola kristal pengukur sihir bersinar. Guru: “Nilai 7.” “Nilai 5.” “Nilai 8.” Tepuk tangan. --- PANEL 5 Guru: “Berikutnya… Jaylat.” Kelas hening sesaat, lalu terdengar bisikan dan tawa kecil. Murid A: “Palingan 1.” --- PANEL 6 Jaylat berdiri. Langkahnya tenang. Ia menyentuh bola kristal. Dalam satu detik… Kristal menyala terang. Angka muncul: 3 Semua tertawa. Murid B: “Tuh kan.” --- PANEL 7 (ZOOM DETAIL TANGAN JAYLAT) Jari Jaylat sedikit bergerak. Aura hitam tipis mengalir— tapi hanya terlihat sekilas. Angka di kristal sebenarnya bergetar di dalam: 3… 40… 200… ∞ Namun dari luar tetap terlihat angka 3. Narasi kecil: Mengurangi kekuatan jauh lebih sulit daripada melepaskannya. --- PANEL 8 Guru menghela napas. Guru: “Seperti biasa… rendah.” Jaylat tersenyum kecil. Jaylat (dalam hati): “Bagus.” --- PANEL 9 (MALAM HARI – ASRAMA) Jaylat berdiri sendirian di halaman belakang. Bayangannya di tanah… tidak mengikuti gerakannya. Bayangan itu memiliki tanduk. Tanah mulai retak perlahan. Suara dalam bayangan: “Kau terus menahan diri… sampai kapan?” Jaylat menutup mata. Jaylat: “Selama dunia masih bisa berjalan tanpa dihancurkan.” Aura hitam menghilang. Retakan tanah kembali normal. --- PANEL TERAKHIR Keesokan paginya. Kerajaan mengirim utusan ke sekolah. Utusan: “Kami mendeteksi lonjakan sihir abnormal tadi siang. Seseorang di sekolah ini menyembunyikan sesuatu.” Close-up wajah Jaylat. Tatapan berbeda dari biasanya. Narasi akhir: Mereka mulai mencari Raja Iblis… Tanpa tahu ia duduk di kursi paling belakang.
### Quick hook Open the chapter with a single, unforgettable image that establishes **tone**, **setting**, and the **thread motif**. The first page should feel warm and intimate at first, then leave a small, uncanny sting that promises larger stakes. --- #### Page layout — panel-by-panel (recommended) 1. **Full-width splash (top third)** **Visual:** Golden-hour Bangladeshi village playground; children loop colored yarn between trees; the child-mother is laughing. **Caption (small, lyrical):** a line of the lullaby/proverb that doubles as ritual instruction. **Purpose:** immediate emotional anchor; nostalgia. 2. **Three narrow horizontal panels (middle row)** **Panel A:** Close-up of small hands tying a simple knot; thread texture visible. **Panel B:** Elder watching from a doorway, expression unreadable; soft shadow across their face. **Panel C:** The child’s face, eyes bright, mid-laugh. **Purpose:** tactile detail; introduces the ritual mechanics visually. 3. **Inset circular panel (overlapping middle panels)** **Visual:** A tiny fray in the thread, magnified; a single loose fiber. **Sound/Effect:** a faint onomatopoeia like *sssh* rendered very small. **Purpose:** the first hint of danger; a micro-leak that the reader notices before the characters do. 4. **Two vertical panels (lower left)** **Panel A:** The elder’s hand reaching toward the frayed thread but not touching it. **Panel B:** The child continuing to play, oblivious. **Purpose:** tension between knowledge and innocence. 5. **Lower-right full-bleed panel (bottom)** **Visual:** A sepia-toned archival photograph pinned to a tree or wall, slightly askew; captioned with a redacted note or a single date. **Caption (documentary font):** a terse line linking a “minor slip” to a past event. **Purpose:** immediate narrative hook that promises consequences beyond the playground. --- ### Visual and tonal notes - **Color:** warm, soft palette for the splash; desaturate the archival panel to sepia for contrast. - **Linework:** rounded, gentle lines in childhood panels; use a thin, fraying line motif on the thread itself. - **Gutter device:** a thin drawn thread runs along the page gutter connecting panels; where the fray appears, the thread is visibly thinner. --- ### Sound, pacing, and rhythm - **Silence as sound:** keep the ritual/action panels quiet; use minimal onomatopoeia. - **Pacing:** linger on the knot close-up with two panels instead of one to let readers feel the tactile weight. - **Transition:** the archival panel should feel like a cold cut—a tonal shift that turns nostalgia into foreboding. --- ### Emotional beats to hit on page one - **Warmth:** establish the mother’s childhood joy so the later burden lands emotionally. - **Unease:** seed a single, small anomaly (the fray) that the reader will carry forward. - **Curiosity:** end with the archival hint so readers want to know how this innocent scene ties to larger consequences. --- ### Final micro-direction Make the page readable at a glance but rich on re-reads. The first page’s job is to make readers care about the child, notice the thread, and feel the chill of the archival clue.
Katyka tenía seis años y todavía dormía con los pies descubiertos. En la penumbra de su habitación, la noche parecía contener la respiración. Las paredes, pintadas en tonos suaves azul y rosa, se veían deslavadas, como si un amanecer se hubiera quedado atrapado ahí y se negara a avanzar. La cama baja estaba revuelta, con una manta hecha bolita cerca de los pies y un peluche boca abajo, mirando al vacío. Sobre la mesita de noche, libros de dibujos con esquinas dobladas y hojas arrugadas se amontonaban alrededor de una caja de crayones abierta. La ventana estaba entreabierta. Por la rendija entraba un aire frío que hacía bailar la cortina. Más allá, clavada en el cielo, brillaba una estrella distinta a las demás: una luz de plata, fija, alerta. La Estrella de Plata. Katy soñaba. En su sueño, el cielo no era cielo, sino un espejo oscuro. Sobre él, siete lunas flotaban alineadas en perfecta quietud, como cuentas en un hilo invisible. Cada luna tenía un símbolo grabado en su superficie, tan nítido que parecía dibujado con luz: La primera, un fuego que se retorcía sin consumir nada. La segunda, un copo de hielo, fractal e imposible. La tercera, una pluma suspendida en caída eterna. La cuarta, una garra curvada, afilada, casi viva. La quinta, una lágrima que nunca terminaba de caer. La sexta, una sombra sin forma, como un borrón vivo. La séptima, un símbolo hecho de ondas, como un canto congelado. Las siete lunas giraban lentamente sobre sí mismas, proyectando reflejos que se entremezclaban. Cada vez que una luna se inclinaba, su símbolo se estampaba en el espejo oscuro bajo ellas, como si marcara un territorio secreto. Katy no hablaba en el sueño. No sabía si podía. Pero sentía algo: una presión en el pecho, un tirón suave que no dolía, pero que daba miedo. Como si alguien —o algo— la estuviera tomando de la mano desde muy lejos y tirara de ella hacia esas lunas. Entonces escuchó la voz.
Ms. Aisyah walked slowly between the desks. “One of Freud’s followers, Carl Jung, disagreed with him.” “What did he change?” Mei Ling asked. “Jung said the unconscious isn’t just personal,” she explained. “He believed in a collective unconscious.” The class looked confused. “It means,” she continued, “humans share universal memories and symbols — called archetypes.” “Like heroes? Mothers? Villains?” Amir asked. “Exactly!” she smiled. “Jung moved beyond just sexual instincts and focused on shared human experiences.”Ms. Aisyah erased the board and wrote in big letters: INFERIORITY “Alfred Adler believed people are driven by the need to overcome feelings of inferiority.” “Not hidden desires?” Farah asked. “No. He believed we strive for superiority — to improve ourselves.” She continued, “He also created birth order theory.” “Firstborns?” someone whispered. “Yes. Firstborns may become overachievers. Middle children competitive. Youngest children may feel less responsible.” “But is it proven?” Amir asked. Ms. Aisyah smiled knowingly. “Research shows birth order has very little effect on personality. But Adler’s idea about striving for improvement remains influential.”The class was now fully awake. “Karen Horney strongly disagreed with Freud’s ideas about women,” Ms. Aisyah said firmly. “She replaced ‘penis envy’ with something different.” The class shifted awkwardly. “She argued that what truly matters is basic anxiety.” “What’s that?” Mei Ling asked. “It’s the anxiety children feel when they are small in a big, powerful world.” She showed a photo of a child sitting alone at a beach. “Children cope with anxiety in different ways — by moving toward people, against people, or away from people.” “So personality comes from insecurity?” Farah asked. “Partly. Horney believed poor childhood security leads to unhealthy relationship patterns.”Finally, Ms. Aisyah wrote: Life Span Development “Erik Erikson agreed with Freud that childhood matters,” she said, “but he believed development continues throughout life.” “Not just childhood?” Amir asked. “No. Erikson created eight psychosocial stages — from infancy to old age.” She drew a timeline across the board. “Each stage involves a social conflict. Trust vs mistrust. Identity vs role confusion. And so on.” “So it’s more social than sexual?” Mei Ling asked. “Exactly.”Ms. Aisyah leaned against her desk. “So what did the Neo-Freudians do?” Silence. Then Amir spoke carefully. “They kept Freud’s idea of the unconscious… but focused more on social relationships?” Ms. Aisyah beamed. “Yes. They moved away from sexual instincts and emphasized culture, relationships, anxiety, personal growth, and lifelong development.” The bell rang loudly. As the students packed their bags, Farah whispered, “Poor Freud. Everyone changed his theory.” Ms. Aisyah laughed softly. “That’s how psychology grows.” She erased the board slowly, leaving only one word behind: Evolution.