Bluesky · Hashtag

#UF

44
posts · 30d
15
users
1
posts / day
2.9
posts / user
-20% vs last week

#UF is an active hashtag on Bluesky. In the last 30 days, 15 people shared 44 posts with it — around 1 a day. Activity is down 20% versus the previous week, peaking on Sep 6 with 15 posts.

#UF posts per day (last 30 days)

Posts with #UF

Jamar Sedai
@papiwolves.bsky.social
about 13 hours ago
The Magicians X Sailor Moon Collab w @oenomene.bsky.social What starts as just clearing his name, the witch queen's son returns home to Atlanta to break the cycles of fear, family, and reincarnation to protect his community from the immortal leader of witch hunters #PreDV #GN #NA #UF #BVM #LGBT #ND
Crowley, the protagonist, was injured from his exploits. He gets a lecture from a mentor then is healed while being broody and shirtless about the whole thing.
7 9 36
Stephanie Binx 😈 HELLBOUND
@stephwrites.bsky.social
over 1 year ago
Gas station NOSFERATU A corpse mover embarks on a cross-country trek to deliver a deceased serial killer to a private collector. But as strange visions & uncanny encounters drive Rio toward madness, she finds that her cargo is neither dead nor alive—and it needs her help. #Questpit #A #UF #WIP
9 27 85
Rory | Author *₊˚☕୧
@rabauthor.bsky.social
over 1 year ago
A Cloud Merman's Guide to Becoming Human: S̶t̶e̶p̶ ̶1̶:̶ ̶S̶t̶e̶a̶l̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶ Step 1.2: Grow a heart with human's help Step 2: Achieve happiness Steps unclear. Now I’m ripping out any heart I can find. SIMON SNOW x THE LITTLE MERMAID 🪼 🩵 #QuestPit #Q #NA #UF #R
moodboard with dark blue-gray images of jellyfish, boys kissing, hands reachign in the water, storm clouds, and moody cities. overlaying text reads: You're shivering, and your lips are blue... So kiss them, and they won't be blue anymore. Jellyfish Boy by R. A. Betzer
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Amy Oates is querying
@oatesam.bsky.social
over 1 year ago
The Fork in the Road: "I've lost Bette’s scent. I close my eyes to focus and adapt. My nose itches as it flattens, tan fur growing over the skin and scratching my browbone. It’s dark and the street’s quiet; no one will see the change. " #1stLinePit #WIP #A #F #UF #writingcommunity
Moodboard for The Fork in the Road novel in progress, featuring the Appalachian mountains with birds flying over them on one side, and an open book, cozy blanked, and cup of hot cocoa with a spoon in it on the other. In the middle are graphics of a black feather and white magnolia flowers. The title appears on the left side, followed by the pitch: "Someone's kidnapping supernatural beings. Diane Brooks, human and owner of 'The Fork in the Road,' a magical coffee shop and bar, may be the only one who can save them.
Trope Map for The Fork in the Road, a novel in progress. Three images are stacked left to right - a coffee shop counter, a woman with a dark background in red light, and a burning forest. The title "Tropes" sits over the middle image, followed by a list of bullet point tropes: Multi-POV, Women's Rights & Women's Wrongs, Supernatural Kitchen Sink, Mostly queer cast, Mythology in present day, Sentient bar & coffee shop, Enemies to ???
A first page snippet from "The Fork in the Road," a novel in progress. Feathers are lined on the left side of the image, leading to a blue feather at the bottom. A blue text box sits in the middle, featuring text from the first page: 
I've lost Bette’s scent. 
I close my eyes to focus and adapt. My nose itches as it flattens, tan fur growing over the skin and scratching my browbone. It’s dark and the street’s quiet; no one will see the change. The smell of the city sharpens. Damp earth, muddy grass, and crowded bodies linger in the air. But I still can’t smell her. I twitch my nose and restore it to human form.
The storm that flooded the Appalachian foothills, causing mud slides and chasing me to her mother’s house didn’t cover Bette’s scent. That only happened recently.
Her kidnappers are sidhe, the type to steal a child for their own amusement. The rowan berries smashed on the lawn and the tang of lake reeds proved that. They led her through rivers and on trains to disguise their route, but Bette left clues, marking trees, posts, or whatever else she could find with a spot of blood. She must have bitten at a nail or the corner of her mouth to manage it. 
That made it easier to follow their trail, despite being weeks behind. Until I reached Chicago.
3 33 71
kay
@kswrites.bsky.social
over 1 year ago
ADDIE LARUE x VELVET WAS THE NIGHT A hopeless romantic drags a grumpy college student with her to chase after an urban legend, and the rest is… A nightmare of scary men and shady gangs and bloodthirsty vampires. Well, this certainly isn’t the romcom she had in mind. #QuestPit #Q #A #F #UF
A series of six photos set against the backdrop of the ocean at dusk. First row, from left to right: A bus arriving at a bus-stand at night. Two hands holding pinkies at dusk. The silhouette of a woman's side profile lit by a dusky sky. Second row, from left to right: A 7-Eleven storefront at night; sausages and other street food being cooked on a grill; a flower shop with the interior lit up at dusk. In the bottom left corner is a torn sheet of paper with the words, "It's you."
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