#crane hermit

[nahare-shin]

My updated hear me out list.

[quantumleper]

Yamcha vs Tien at the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai | Dragon Ball | Tien Shinhan Saga

[shakingtuna]

i think he loves them both in his own fucked up way but if chiaotzu and tien were falling off a cliff and shen only had one hand he would definitely grab tien

[degenerate-otaku]

YOUNG MASTER ROSHI AND MASTER SHEN!!!

Some alternative versions!!

sorry for having the thoughts about obscure dragonball characters it will happen again

[yellowmellow841]

May 28th

Day 28 of hermit a day May!

I love Crane Wives and she fits this song so well <3

Also I love @pearlescentmoo as she is a fellow Australian

[comparativetarot]

The Hermit. Art by ​Asia Orlando.

[masterofdespair]

It seems many of my fellow rogues have made blogs for themselves, thankfully they haven’t noticed mine yet….I wouldn’t hear the end of it

[whompthatsucker1981]

awesome day for people who love looking at kelp and creatures. kelp and creature lovers make some noise

[ofspaceandearth]

Tag drop!

[hyacinthmenace]

hear me out, the song easier by the crane wives x transfem!scar

[nahare-shin]

drawing toriyama babies is my greatest struggle, but my personal favorite dragon ball "what if" will always be "what if goku went to crane school instead of turtle school.

crane school always seemed more focused on actual technique while turtle school focused mainly on raw power, so i kinda wonder how much it would've impacted how goku fights. i don't see goku ever being down for murder but i figure that's not necessarily required, just definitely not discouraged either.

[shakingtuna]

i can't be the only one who gaf about them

[degenerate-otaku]

Sneak peek at a fic I started today (i wrote 4000 words in one day...)

Oh my God, they were roommates-

THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED!!?!

[hermit-writes]

Hermit Prints — Aphelion (The City of a Billion Stolen Souls

This project was for the book Aphelion: The City Of A Billion Stolen Souls by S.E. Crane. The cover art is by Martina Belli.

This is in the 6×9 format, with cream paper and matte cover options. The manuscript has 178,349 words and the final books has 531 pages.

It is currently available in paperback or free online via Campfire.

If you’d be interested in getting your story typeset and ready to print, please visit my commissions page.

In a world where tech runs off the concept of one’s soul and where dragons steady cosmic scales, heroes are shaped in the shadow of an ancient grudge. Horizon’s Crown was an Earther triumph; a stage at the frontier of the settled systems, a city of hope and dreams and infinite potential. Now, under the watchful eye of its orbital island, it straddles the line between dead and dying; a city of nightmares and endless sorrow. Varrett Vild Vickers belongs into a pilot’s chair. He’s meant to dodge asteroids, to race dragons, not chase credits so he can pay rent while HC’s major demographic clicks its teeth at him and tries to eat his face off. But it’s fine. Really. He copes. Or that’s what he tells himself, all the way until a woman falls from the sky and turns his already upside-down life very sharply sideways. Armed with nothing but her worst-kept secret and a ledger of lies, Sophya Soulwright tricks her way into Horizon’s Crown, looking for not only her sister, but for redemption and a meaning to a life she’s never held dear. What she finds instead is a city trying its hardest to live, and a man who courts death every step of the way. He’s infuriating. Tireless. And after a glitch binds their souls together, stuck with her.

Book front and spine

Book interior (printed)

Book interior (screen)

[entertainmyfait]

The hermits and their cranes this season I swear. Like everytime I turn around someone is like mmm cranes and don’t get me wrong they look great but between the ocean/water themes and cranes???

[mawofthemagnetar]

Scar Talks.

(This is a prequel to another tumblr fic I wrote. Check it out!)

“…As I was saying, Scar,” Doc chuckled evilly, “we have ways of making you talk.”

“Really?” Scar said incredulously. He pulled on the restraints tying his arm to the chair, “I mean, Doc, I’ve been in a lot of interrogations before. You don’t have the chops.”

Scar glanced across the room, to where Keralis was leaning against a suspiciously-blank wall. Apart from Keralis’ perch, the chamber was empty, and Scar decided to ignore it for now. He had far more pressing concerns, like the awful sartorial choices of his fellow Hermits.

Both of them were wearing matching white suits with black ties and dress shoes, which Scar thought made them look very silly. He’d humor them for awhile (and make fun of them for sure), and then he was making for the door. 

Speaking of the door… His wheelchair was still parked beside him. Not that it was much help, because the door was still locked. Great. Well, never hurt to try some honeyed words…

“By the way, this is the most accessible interrogation room I’ve ever been in. No sills, nice flat hallways, big doors. Top three for sure. Thanks for that.” Scar said warmly.

Doc sniffed, doing his best to hide his smile.

“Of course. What do you take me for? Anyway. We’re getting off-topic, Scar. Like I said, we have ways of making you talk. And you’re going to tell us everything you know.”

“I don’t think so. You two don’t have deep enough pockets for that.” Scar chuckled.  

“But Sweetface,” Keralis said, batting his eyes, “I need to know! I need to! It’s important!” 

“Well, what do you want to know? Maybe we can work something out,” Scar said smoothly, “make all of this unnecessary.”  

“Oh, I’ll tell you. You know where Etho keeps his computer, yes? And his keyboard. And his tissue box. I just want to give him better things.” Keralis said, pressing his hands to his chest, “You just have to tell us where he keeps these things. It isn’t that hard.” 

Scar shook his head. 

“So that’s what you’re after…Well, no can do, Keralis. Etho swore me to secrecy. And is paying me handsomely.” 

Keralis shrugged. 

“Suit yourself. Doc? Take it away.” 

Doc stepped in front of Scar with an evil smile. 

“One chance. Tell us where Etho keeps that keyboard, and you can leave.” 

Scar smirked. 

“This ain’t my first rodeo, Doc. I’m not telling you anything.”

Doc just shrugged, and punched a button on the wall. 

Scar spared a glance at Keralis, who was smiling benevolently. 

A slimestone flying machine slid up, revealing a well-lit room on the other side of a tinted glass wall. In that room, Iskall and Gem sat on either sides of a table, chatting away with big smiles on their faces. 

“That’s your method? Chitchat?” Scar raised an eyebrow, “This is pathetic.”

Doc leaned in, eyes blazing with menace. 

“I wouldn’t be so cocky,” he said softly, “this glass is completely soundproof. They can’t hear a word we’re saying in there. But there’s speakers in the walls. You’ll be able to hear everything.”

Scar frowned. 

“How’s that going to help?”

Doc grinned, and tapped a button on his wrist. 

“Gem? Iskall? Time for you to earn your pay. If you’re both ready…we can begin.”

Both hermits craned their necks up to look at the ceiling. They both shrugged, and then they started to talk. 

The speakers kicked on, and-

“No, that’s not right.” Gem said, “See, that Anakin guy was the bounty hunter, right? With the friend who’s dressed as a bear?”

“Oh, yeah, right. My bad. And then the guy in the like, blue and white trashcan, he’s…?” Iskall scratched his head and started to write something on a piece of paper. 

Scar’s eyes bugged out. 

“Doc. How long are they going to do this?” Scar said, beads of sweat staring to form on his forehead. His smile was gone. 

“That’s up to you.” Doc said with a vicious smile.

“-Okay, I think I got this worked out,” Gem said, “so that Obiwobi guy fought off the Death Star with a sword?”

Scar screamed. 

“Yeah, now you’re getting it. And then that Luke guy was all, “I am your father!” to, uh, what was her name again?” Iskall scratched his head. 

“I think it was Lilo?” Gem said, “Yeah, definitely Lilo.” 

Scar threw his head back and screamed.

“I’L TALK! I’LL TALK! MAKE IT STOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!”