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The Names... RIYURA SHIKO! - 名前は…リユラ・シコ!

Riyura Shiko isn't your average transfer student-he's a walking thunderclap in a school uniform, armed with a red bow tie, gravity-defying purple hair, and the kind of energy that could power a small city. After a catastrophic incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline, Riyura is relocated to the halls of Jeremy High in hopes of a "fresh start." The problem? Wherever Riyura goes, normality checks out early. From the moment he bursts through the school gates-shouting greetings at trees, challenging basketball players to dribble pineapples, and composing lunch-table operas for his dumplings-Jeremy High becomes a whirlwind of laughter, embarrassment, and improbable friendship. Yet beneath the slapstick chaos beats a restless heart. Riyura's outrageous confidence hides a kid who's terrified of being ordinary, and his unstoppable antics are his way of reminding everyone-especially himself-that joy still matters. As his classmates slowly learn to see past the absurdity, they discover a spark they didn't know they needed: the courage to be strange, sincere, and fully alive. The Names Riyura Shiko! is a high-energy shonen comedy packed with ridiculous stunts, heartfelt surprises, and the occasional flying pineapple. It's a story about finding belonging not by fitting in-but by blowing the doors off normal and dancing through the confetti that follows. And it is highly unfunny... because it does not aim to be funny. It aims to be as stupid as possible to the point where it annoys the viewer. Because being funny ain't my middle name, because why would I want that! - Sincerely Locke Weisz... :))
Shyzuli_Lolz · 58.4k Views

The Corpse Mother's Lullaby

In a world of gilded lies and broken oaths… a demon who knows only stories of mercy and a slave who has never seen it must navigate a court of treacherous secrets and discover that the most dangerous magic is not power but connection. Aamon is the sweet-natured and clueless son of the terrifying tyrant named The Succubus of the Abyss. Raised in a lightless cell on twisted fairy tales of noble knights, he embodies a paradox: a creature of immense power who believes the greatest strength is mercy. When he finds himself in the mortal kingdom of Varnmoor, he is a fish out of water, fascinated by everything from how meat tastes to the concept of friendship, all while being utterly unaware of the terror his very presence inspires. Ciel is an elf who has known nothing but brutality and servitude. Her spirit is worn down to a nub her world is confined to the scars on her back and the constant gnawing of hunger. When Aamon offers her not a collar but a choice of friendship and a beautiful weaponized gown forged from shadow itself. She is thrust into a world she doesn't understand armed with a lethal grace she never asked for. Thrown together by fate, the pair find an unlikely sanctuary at a cozy inn run by the maternal Betty, a temporary respite from the storm they carry with them. But varnmoor is rotting from within. The mysterious Queen Luna hides a terrifying connection to the Abyss, and her sons the hot-headed heir Valerius and the cunning, observant Prince Dysriel are playing a dangerous game of their own. Forcing him to kill the succubus of sloth if he ever wants to achieve his dream of becoming a knight like Aldric, As Aamon’s innocent quest for belonging and Ciel’s desperate search for safety unravel a web of royal conspiracy and ancient magic, they draw the attention of forces far older and darker than they ever imagined. Aamon must learn that the stories his mother told him were weapons and Ciel must remember that a soul… once thought broken… can still learn to fight.
Meowtel · 18.7k Views

The Defective wolf

He fumbled for his walkie-talkie, a flicker of anticipation lighting his dull eyes. He was about to deliver good news to the faceless bastards at base. But before he could speak, a blur of movement at his feet caught his attention. The werewolf, the one shackled in silver, fueled by a desperate surge of adrenaline or perhaps the raw agony of betrayal, had broken free. The three other men who had accompanied him roared in frustration and gave chase, their heavy boots pounding on the cracked asphalt. But the leader didn't move. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face. Protocol be damned. He unholstered his sidearm, the cold steel a familiar comfort in his hand. He thumbed the transmit button on the walkie-talkie. "Found another one," he reported, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. Then, without a flicker of hesitation, the sharp crack of a gunshot tore through the oppressive silence. The bullet slammed into the fleeing werewolf's back, the impact throwing her forward before she collapsed in a broken heap. His companions, now returning, exchanged irritated glances. "They want them alive," one of them muttered, his voice tight with annoyance. This loose cannon was going to cause problems. Trinity's life has been defined by isolation and the scars of abuse, a stark contrast to the powerful lineage she doesn't know she possesses. Born to a Beta wolf, the Alpha's second, she was cast out as a defective at the mere age of two, growing up completely unaware of the wolf world that was her birthright. That ignorance is violently stripped away when she is abducted and forced back to the pack that abandoned her. Thrust into a world of primal instincts and ancient traditions, Trinity must confront a reality she never imagined. As she grapples with her sudden transformation and the revelation of her true nature, a dark shadow falls over the wolf community: their kind are vanishing. Against her will, Trinity finds herself drawn into the desperate search for the missing, a quest that leads to a sinister quasi-governmental facility engaged in horrifying experiments. Her journey is one of unwilling discovery, as she fights to understand her past and confront the dangerous future that awaits.
Shyrees · 125.9k Views