Someone takes the Luidaeg. The Luidaeg says not to, but Toby hunts her down anyway.

Parker wakes up with wings.

An explosive misunderstanding leaves Jiang Cheng assuming he's escaped matchmakers forever and Yu Ziyuan assuming she can solve her son's singleness with the right young man. Only one of them can be right. But what will Jiang Cheng do when the last name on the matchmakers' new list is his friend, Nie Huaisang?

At the blade—or claw—of an enemy is the only way Liu Qingge has ever imagined he will die, and though it would obviously be preferable for it to happen after thousands of years of immortal mastery, he would settle for thirtyish if it was epic.

There is nothing less epic than being spared by Luo Binghe, except for being spared by Luo Binghe every day for the past two and a half years.

A celebration of all the queer characters you can't bury. Or, if you do bury them, they don't stay down for long.

(For manzanas-amargas, the AU where Carl, Ryan, and Andrew are inept paranormal investigators.)

Claire is really damn good at giving home haircuts. Matt is an appreciative test subject.

Hell has all the best musicians.

Withnail is a rare kind of creature and Marwood is still young enough to think this is a good thing.

“You found me.” The almost suffocated inanity that spills out of Tang Fan’s mouth cuts down all other riotous, competing sound in the room, in Sui Zhou’s head. “I called out to you.”

“I heard you,” Sui Zhou murmurs. Even this is too much to give his voice to. He gives it over despite himself. He gives himself over in spite of many selves for Tang Fan.