Tris~~

@trishusband.itch.io

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I read, review and sometimes write Sci Fi and Fantasy. Disabled Nonbinary Transsexual Lesbian, Fae/Faer for lesbians, She/Her for everyone else. Often NSFW, I guess I write smut now. 🔞 Just a futch little goblin girl named Tris.

That evening, I was making her a Kyniska’s Triumph: it's a cocktail not unlike a gin sour but with a dash of ground cloves in between. You had to be quite careful with the measurements—too little and you’ve just got a gin sour, too much and you’d be lucky if she could taste the gin at all. I know, you’d think that I would remember a woman coming into my bar looking like she was the child of King Zeus, but after working bars for most of your life you stop paying attention to faces until a person does something to really stand out. The drink, though? That drink was perfect.
Book cover for Keeping the Peace by Tris Husband.
Still from Sleuth (2007).
Book cover for House of the Underworld by Cirice Gray and Maria Ying
Yeah, I guess you could say that I knew Isadora, daughter of Eudoxia—as much as anyone can truly know that woman.
honestly, if thats how hed run? I might have give him a chance. If hed come out and said "when I was a teenager I was groomed by the US military and it took me a decade of my life to break free of that mentality. I was a nazi and a misogynist and that isnt who I am now." I would be like okay, I can get that. But hes every step denied it. Hes made excuses. He claims he was never right wing and that his edgy posts dont reflect his values and that he was a drunk but hes always respefted women. he claims he didnt know it was a nazi symbol when multiple gfs say "nah he straight up called it 'my totenkomf'. Hes show that hes just a fucking politician who will lie to get power.
Headline reading "Democrats' project 2029 goes after tech companies with online safety plan"
Pride 2026 Bundle: Brighter than the Stars bundle page. It says 6878.22 of 6969.00 raised.
A picture of a beautiful giant pink dragon woman. She is holding up a blonde woman with one hand and smiling hungrily at her.
dont maje me tap the sign meme. it reads "The popularity of a work of art does not mean it is high quality."
Profile of Alex Winter from Bill and Ted's. He is following me.
Headline that reads "Asmongold says no one wants to be a character that looks like your average 43 year old suburban mom"
A large pink dragon woman holds a much smaller woman in two of her fingers. She is smiling, with a hungry look on her face.
Bloodstained Porcelain by Lucy Stubbs
The Moth of The House of Hua by Maria Ying.
Flower of the Underworld by Cirice Gray
Book cover for From The Inside by Sophia Turner
captain picard with one hand out and a distressed look on his face
She straightened her spine with her lips pressed firmly together. “I see.” She started to turn. “I must go, Isadora, and see if my spouse needs anything. If you won’t come in, I bid you good⁠—” I took hold of her and pulled her towards me. She tilted her head forward and our lips slammed hard into each other. She didn’t fight or pull away, instead she kissed me with a surprising hunger. We pulled apart slowly and she stood there looking at me.
Her impossibly soft hands took hold of one of mine and drew my fingers up to her lips. She kissed the tips of each one, her hot breath making the hairs on the back of my hand stand on end. “I knew you would come back for me,” she whispered. “I knew you weren’t dead. I’ve kept myself for you, all these years.” “What?” I asked to the darkness. She pulled away and I watched her shadow retreat to the bed. “Shut the door,” she said softly. “And come show me how much you’ve missed me.”
Book cover for New Year's Eve by Tris Husband.
“Euphrasia,” xe responded. “I used to work for the cops, when I was fresh out of the creche. I wasn’t a good fit, so I went into private work. I used to work for a detective named Kleonike, who said I should call you up if I ever wound up in trouble.” Good ol’ Kleo, always dropping trouble into my lap. I silently cursed my past self for following her into the Politea Academy. “Yeah, that tracks.”
I woke up the next day feeling like a new woman. Galene brought me extra sausage and eggs with my breakfast and I didn’t give her any guff for it. I’d found my client and got zer home safe and sound; I could allow myself a little celebration. When I got into the office it was almost lunch and no one was waiting around by the door; with the way things had gone the last week, that wasn’t a guarantee. I brought fresh flowers to leave on the otherwise empty secretary’s desk and I took my time cleaning up the place. I threw open all the blinds, letting Apollo’s light fill the little waiting room. Maybe I should have found someone to take care of the office for me years ago, but there was something to be said for giving it the once over now and again. The only problem was that, when I sat behind my desk and lit my cigarette to wait for the first client, the pit of my stomach told me it was going to be a hell of a day.
I woke up the next day feeling like a new woman. Galene brought me extra sausage and eggs with my breakfast and I didn’t give her any guff for it. I’d found my client and got zer home safe and sound; I could allow myself a little celebration. When I got into the office it was almost lunch and no one was waiting around by the door; with the way things had gone the last week, that wasn’t a guarantee. I brought fresh flowers to leave on the otherwise empty secretary’s desk and I took my time cleaning up the place. I threw open all the blinds, letting Apollo’s light fill the little waiting room. Maybe I should have found someone to take care of the office for me years ago, but there was something to be said for giving it the once over now and again. The only problem was that, when I sat behind my desk and lit my cigarette to wait for the first client, the pit of my stomach told me it was going to be a hell of a day.
a hyper futuristic cityscape with flyinf cars.
Lo, Nuns! orBy the Grace of the SaintsBeing An Honest Accounting Of The Orders Of Nuns Which May Be Found In The Eighty Kingdoms. With such Scandals and Outrages as may Shock even the most Curious Reader! Chronicled for your Interest by the Esteemed Mrs. Noémi LagrâceTranslated for The Modern Age by Miss Jemma Topaz
Book cover of Lo, Nuns! Or By the Grace of the Saints by Jemma Topaz. Five nuns in multicolored habits stand in a portrait. One is armed with a sword and armor, another in a white habit and leaping at a cat, another staring at a fossil with a demonic hand behind her, another with claws that she is using to cover her face, and finally a nun in a black habit with a curved knife and a sly smirk.
Plato/Socrates meme, labelled "My sicko friends in my mentions"
A sick ass looking lady in plate armor. 10/10, would politely ask her to share a barrel of mead with me after we storm the castle.
A hot model wearing plate armor. The pate armor does not detract from her hotness.
Book cover for Keeping the Peace by Tris Husband
donny darko meme. First panel says "I made an enlightened third gender for my book." Second panel says "A third gender or is it just a degendered trans woman?" the third panel says "Its a degendered trans woman..."
A bundle goal meter showing 2,436 of 3500 raised, which equals 69%.
scully meme format, reading top to bottom: retelling of a classic crime noir novel in a queer normative cyberpunk world with a transfem lesbian protagonist whk fucks on the page
bill hader popcorn meme that reads "me watching the latest publishing scandal"
Story cover for New Year's Eve by Tris Husband
The "Top Sellers" category, with House of the Underworld by Cirice Grey at the top.
Book cover for The Spy and Her Serpent by Maria Ying.
"days without" simpsons meme that reads "a tme artist drawing an offensive caricature of a transfem".
Book cover for Now Will Machines Hollow The Beast by Benjanun Sriduangkaew.
a black cat sleeps in a woman's lap.
Book cover for And... Now She's Empress of the Galaxy!? by Fern V. Bedok.
It would have been difficult for Xenogoras’ place to be more different than Xenokrates’ if someone had tried. The Hall of Gentle Repose—as the plate on the steel-barred gate informed me—was a large and lush home sitting beside a Temple of Hades in one of the less damp, less dreary corners of the Underworld. A cobblestone path led past well-kept lawns and manicured hedges up to a three-story building with a relatively—when compared to the polished basalt temple it sat beside—warm and welcoming exterior. Wrapped around the home was a covered porch populated by numerous rocking chairs, a few of them occupied by the old and the dying as they waited for the inevitable with warm blankets wrapped around their legs.
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Eve started to say something as someone knocked on the door. A waifish cambion cracked the door open and peeked his head in. “Five minutes till countdown, girls!” He began to duck back out until he saw me and paused; the door swung fully open as he took a few steps into the room. “Eve, honey, who is this delicious-looking morsel?” His red eyes bore into me as he did a little bow at me. She rolled her eyes as she stood and pulled me up with her; everyone but Saaal begun to head for the door at the same time. “Amelia, this is my annoying little brother Terry.” Eve batted at him a few times until he straightened from his bow, a look of mock offense on his face. She laughed and looked back at me, no doubt recognizing the confusion on my face. “We share a mother. Where my father was a boring old man who died of dysentery a few years after I was born, his was an incubus who spent the end of my mother’s life with her.” Terry waved his hands in the air as if he were clearing a terrible stench, “By all the is unholy, darling; can you dolls go more than five minutes without dredging up ancient history?” He pouted at Eve when she rolled her eyes again. “Come on, I don’t want to miss the countdown. I’ve got my eyes on the lips of that personal trainer that Azera brought.”
A warning flashed across her irides. Her implants injected her system with counter-agents, bringing time back to something resembling a normal flow. She trembled with exhaustion as the throne released her connections. Urien grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close to where he had been floating; he plugged an interface into the back of her neck and tapped a display for a few moments. "She's stable. Lommán, you're up!" Lommán pulled himself into the throne and twitched as the command lines snaked into his ports. Urien hauled Maxima away from the throne; he pushed her against the bulkhead, activating her suit's magnetization to keep her in place. Satisfied that she was secure, he retook his seat and strapped himself in. The ship shuddered again as Lommán's voice was suddenly ringing in her ears, "Seventh and Eighth, engage corvettes. Pila salvo armed." As her breathing calmed, Maxima glanced over at Urien and smirked. "Stiffer defense than we'd hoped for."