#Harl Vincent

[rjalker]

yeah I'll be rewriting this so fucking Rudolph also gets stabbed and dies. and so does his shitty fucking would be dictator nephew. LMFAO

this story is so badly written it's fucking hilarious. (CRL+F to find Gray Denim)

also I am changing his name to Leonardo. I am not calling him a name that sound like the R slur.

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Beneath the huge central arch in Cooper Square a meeting was in progress—a gathering of the gray-clad workers of the lower levels of New York. Less than two hundred of their number were in evidence, and these huddled in dejected groups around the pedestal from which a fiery-tongued orator was addressing them. Lounging negligently at the edge of the small crowd were a dozen of the red police.

“I tell you, comrades,” the speaker was shouting, “the time has come when we must revolt. We must battle to the death with the wearers of the purple. Why work out our lives down here so they can live in the lap of luxury over our 355 heads? Why labor day after day at the oxygen generators to give them the fresh air they breathe?”

The speaker paused uncertainly as a chorus of raucous laughter came to his ears. He glared belligerently at a group of newcomers who stood aloof from his own gathering. Seven or eight of them there were, and they wore the gray with obvious discomfort. Slummers! Well, they’d hear something they could carry back with them when they returned to their homes!

“Why,” he continued in rising tones, “do we sit at the controls of the pneumatic tubes which carry thousands of our fellows to tasks equally irksome, while they of the purple ride their air yachts to the pleasure cities of the sky lanes? Never in the history of mankind have the poor been poorer and the rich richer!”

“Yah!” shouted a disrespectful voice from among the newcomers. “You’re full o’ bunk! Nothing but bunk!”

An ominous murmur swelled from the crowd and the red police roused from their lethargy. The mounting scream of a siren echoed in the vaulted recesses above and re-echoed from the surrounding columns—the call for reserves.

All was confusion in the Square. The little group of newcomers immediately became the center of a mêlée of dangerous proportions. Some of the more timid of the wearers of the gray struggled to get out of the crowd and away. Others, not in sympathy with the speaker, rushed to the support of the besieged visitors. The police were, for the moment, overwhelmed.

The orator, mad with resentment and injured pride, hurled himself into the group. A knife flashed in his hand; rose and fell. A scream of agony shrilled piercingly above the din of the fighting.

Then came the reserves, and the wielder of the knife turned to escape. He broke away from the milling combatants and made speedily for the shadows that lay beyond the great pillars of the Square. But he never reached them, for one of the red guards raised his riot pistol and fired. There was a dull plop, and a rubbery something struck the fleeing man and wrapped powerful tentacles around his body, binding him hand and foot in their swift embrace. He fell crashing to the pavement.

A lieutenant of the red police was shouting his orders and the din in the Square was deafening. With their numbers greatly augmented, the guards were now in control of the situation and their maces struck left and right. Groans and curses came from the gray-clad workers, who now fought desperately to escape.

Then, with startling suddenness, the artificial sunlight of the cavernous Square was gone, leaving the battle to continue in utter darkness.

Cooper Square, in the year 2108, was the one gathering place in New York City where the wearers of the gray denim were permitted to assemble and discuss their grievances publicly. Deep in the maze of lower-level ways seldom visited by wearers of the purple, the grottolike enclosure bore the name of a philanthropist of the late nineteenth century and still carried a musty air of certain of the traditions of that period.

In Astor Way, on the lowest level of all, there was a tiny book shop. Nestled between two of the great columns that provided foundation support for the eighty levels above, it was safely hidden from the gaze of curious passersby in the Square. Slumming parties from afar, their purple temporarily discarded for the gray, occasionally passed within a stone’s throw of the little shop, never suspecting the existence of such a retreat amidst the dark shadows of the pillars. But to the initiated few amongst the wearers of the gray, and to certain of the red police, it was well known.

Rudolph Krassin, proprietor of the 356 establishment, was a bent and withered ancient. His jacket of gray denim hung loosely from his spare frame and his hollow cough bespoke a deep-seated ailment. Looking out from behind thick lenses set in his square-rimmed spectacles, the watery eyes seemed vacant; uncomprehending. But old Rudolph was a scholar—keen-witted—and a gentleman besides. To his many friends of the gray-clad multitude he was an anomaly; they could not understand his devotion to his well-thumbed volumes. But they listened to his words of wisdom and, more frequently than they could afford, parted with precious labor tickets in exchange for reading matter that was usually of the lighter variety.

When the fighting started in the Square, Rudolph was watching and listening from a point of vantage in the shadows near his shop. This fellow Leontardo, who was the speaker, was an agitator of the worst sort. His arguments always were calculated to arouse the passions of his hearers; to inflame them against the wearers of the purple. He had nothing constructive to offer. Always he spoke of destruction; war; bloodshed. Rudolph marveled at the patience of the red police. To-day, these newcomers, obviously a slumming party of youngsters bent on whatever mischief they could find, were interfering with the speaker. The old man chuckled at the first interruption. But at signs of real trouble he scurried into the shadows and vanished in the blackness of first-level passages known only to himself.

yeah that old man's gonna get stabbed. in my version wait til you see the bullshit he's planning.

[heartsforvin]

happy birthday, honey!! ‹𝟹

thank you harls !! <33

[obsidian-sphere]

“Faster than Light” by Harl Vincent in “Amazing Stories Quarterly,” Fall-Winter, 1932. Illustrated by Wesso.

[getvalentined]

A-Z ask game: O(tailored) bc I would like to slide you a song[String Theocracy, Library of Ruina], R, U please!

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I looked up the song and I'm assuming it's this!

I was gonna say that I was getting huge A Turtle's Heart vibes off this, then I realized it was the same person so that explains it. I'm not a huge fan of the track itself* but those lyrics!

I'm going with Genesis, for sure, specifically Genesis to Zack.

Cut it off, cut down your loss All that stubborn loyalty is gonna get you killed In a world built on convenient theories For the puppets on TV There is comfort in the strings If you're gonna control me At least make it interesting theatrically [...] Cut it off, you've already lost All that precious bravery is gonna get you hurt In a world that feeds on the minority May that self-centered belief lead you to peace If you're gonna replace me At least have the audacity to kill me thoroughly

I'm not sure there's anything I could say to explain that interpretation that these lyrics don't already say loud and clear. Thank you for sharing it with me!

* I'm not generally a fan of jazz, and this song is really jazzy; also the way Mili mispronounces words to fit a rhythm that they could have fit anyway is pretty egregious in this track, and that's the thing that keeps me from listening to more of her music. The combination of the two makes me a bit "ehhhh," but that's just me! It's a really solid track, just not my vibe. THOSE LYRICS THOUGH, GODDAMN.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Answered here! A little convoluted because for me, all ships are friendships regardless of whether there's a romantic context.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Oh this is a fun one!

1. Vincent Valentine (FFVII) is my favorite character in all of fiction and I've explained the why of that a couple times over the years, but suffice to say there is just nothing like finding a character with whom you resonate so intensely that you can love them even more after over a quarter century than you did when you first discovered them as a child.

2. Harle (Chrono Cross) is way up there! I love her entire character arc, starting as an agent of human destruction who falls in love with the very person she was created to kill, and holding that love so tightly that the horrifying superweapon she was fused into uses magic to sing him the song he needs to save the entity responsible for the destruction of her own people. Harle is my favorite female character ever, even moreso than Miyazaki's Nausicaä, which is saying a lot coming from me.

3. Turo (Pokemon Violet) will be my third. Not Professor Turo, mind you, the other Turo, the one who actually gave a shit about the safety of others, who loved the son that wasn't actually his so much that he gave everything to make sure the world he lived in would be safe. I have a soft spot for characters willing to give themselves up for love, and familial figures determined to set things right even if it means they won't get to live with the family they're saving will make me sob every single time. I'm not normally into mainline Pokemon titles (I like Arceus, Gale of Darkness, Snap, etc.) but Turo is literally what sold me on this one and it turned out to be one of the best story experiences I'd had in years (even outside his part).

I wanted to include a Zelda character, but I realized that's basically impossible because I love too many of them to choose one as a favorite. I managed to narrow it down in my head to Midna, King Rauru, or Nabooru, and then I thought of Mipha for .027 seconds and literally burst into tears because I love her so much and I can't not talk about her if I'm talking about favorite Zelda characters—and I decided I couldn't do that so I set that franchise down for this one.

[ for the A to Z ask game ]

[nem0c]

Vietnam War - Galaxy Science Fiction Magazine, June 1968

Sourced from: http://natsmusic.net/articles_galaxy_magazine_viet_nam_war.htm

Transcript Below

We the undersigned believe the United States must remain in Vietnam to fulfill its responsibilities to the people of that country.

Karen K. Anderson, Poul Anderson, Harry Bates, Lloyd Biggle Jr., J. F. Bone, Leigh Brackett, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Mario Brand, R. Bretnor, Frederic Brown, Doris Pitkin Buck, William R. Burkett Jr., Elinor Busby, F. M. Busby, John W. Campbell, Louis Charbonneau, Hal Clement, Compton Crook, Hank Davis, L. Sprague de Camp, Charles V. de Vet, William B. Ellern, Richard H. Eney, T. R. Fehrenbach, R. C. FitzPatrick, Daniel F. Galouye, Raymond Z. Gallun, Robert M. Green Jr., Frances T. Hall, Edmond Hamilton, Robert A. Heinlein, Joe L. Hensley, Paul G. Herkart, Dean C. Ing, Jay Kay Klein, David A. Kyle, R. A. Lafferty, Robert J. Leman, C. C. MacApp, Robert Mason, D. M. Melton, Norman Metcalf, P. Schuyler Miller, Sam Moskowitz, John Myers Myers, Larry Niven, Alan Nourse, Stuart Palmer, Gerald W. Page, Rachel Cosgrove Payes, Lawrence A. Perkins, Jerry E. Pournelle, Joe Poyer, E. Hoffmann Price, George W. Price, Alva Rogers, Fred Saberhagen, George O. Smith, W. E. Sprague, G. Harry Stine (Lee Correy), Dwight V. Swain, Thomas Burnett Swann, Albert Teichner, Theodore L. Thomas, Rena M. Vale, Jack Vance, Harl Vincent, Don Walsh Jr., Robert Moore Williams, Jack Williamson, Rosco E. Wright, Karl Würf.

We oppose the participation of the United States in the war in Vietnam.

Forrest J. Ackerman, Isaac Asimov, Peter S. Beagle, Jerome Bixby, James Blish, Anthony Boucher, Lyle G. Boyd, Ray Bradbury, Jonathan Brand, Stuart J. Byrne, Terry Carr, Carroll J. Clem, Ed M. Clinton, Theodore R. Cogswell, Arthur Jean Cox, Allan Danzig, Jon DeCles, Miriam Allen deFord, Samuel R. Delany, Lester del Rey, Philip K. Dick, Thomas M. Disch, Sonya Dorman, Larry Eisenberg, Harlan Ellison, Carol Emshwiller, Philip José Farmer, David E. Fisher, Ron Goulart, Joseph Green, Jim Harmon, Harry Harrison, H. H. Hollis, J. Hunter Holly, James D. Houston, Edward Jesby, Leo P. Kelley, Daniel Keyes, Virginia Kidd, Damon Knight, Allen Lang, March Laumer, Ursula K. LeGuin, Fritz Leiber, Irwin Lewis, A. M. Lightner, Robert A. W. Lowndes, Katherine MacLean, Barry Malzberg, Robert E. Margroff, Anne Marple, Ardrey Marshall, Bruce McAllister, Judith Merril, Robert P. Mills, Howard L. Morris, Kris Neville, Alexei Panshin, Emil Petaja, J. R. Pierce, Arthur Porges, Mack Reynolds, Gene Roddenberry, Joanna Russ, James Sallis, William Sambrot, Hans Stefan Santesson, J. W. Schutz, Robin Scott, Larry T. Shaw, John Shepley, T. L. Sherred, Robert Silverberg, Henry Slesar, Jerry Sohl, Norman Spinrad, Margaret St. Clair, Jacob Transue, Thurlow Weed, Kate Wilhelm, Richard Wilson, Donald A. Wollheim.

[spaceintruderdetector]

Amazing Stories August 1929 cover ‘’Barton's Island’’ (Harl Vincent)

[thefugitivesaint]

Julian S. Krupa (1913-1989), 'The Devil Flower', ''Fantastic Adventures'', Vol. 1, #1, 1939 Source

[petersonreviews]

Marvel Science Stories, April/May 1939

Artwork by Norman Saunders

[rjalker]

You can now reblog! Free scifi stories from 1932!!

you can ignore the numbers those are for my compilation

January 1932 120 Creatures of Vibration by Harl Vincent 121 The Mind Master by Arthur Josephus Burks 122 The Winged Men of Orcon by David R Sparks 123 The Seed of the Toc-Toc Birds by George Henry Weiss x Giants on the Earth by Sterner St. Paul Meek 124 The Radiant Shell by Paul Ernst

February 1932 125 The Pygmy Planet by Jack Williamson 126 Wandl, The Invader by Ray Cummings 127 Seed of the Arctic Ice by Desmond W Hall 128 The Space Rover by Edwin K Sloat x The Mind Master by Arthur Josephus Burks 129 Zehru of Xollar by Hal K Wells

March 1932 130 Poisoned Air by Sterner St. Paul Meek 131 The Affair of the Brains by Anthony Gilmore 132 The Hammer of Thor by Charles Willard Diffin 133 Vampires of Space by Sewell Peaslee Wright

April 1932 134 B.C 30,000 by Sterner St. Paul Meek 135 The Finding of Haldgren by Charles Willard Diffin 136 The Einstein See-Saw by Miles John Breuer 137 The Great Dome on Mercury by Arthur Leo Zagat

May 1932 138 Pirates of the Gorm by Nat Schachner 139 The Martian Cabal by Roman Frederick Starzl 140 The Great Drought by Sterner St. Paul Meek 141 The Bluff of the Hawk by Desmond W Hall

June 1932 142 Vulcan's Workshop by Harl Vincent 143 Two Thousand Miles Below by Charles Willard Diffin 144 Hellhounds of the Cosmos by Clifford D. Simak 145 The Raid on the Termites by Paul Ernst 146 Priestess of the Flame by Sewell Peaslee Wright

July is missing

August is missing

September 1932 147 Loot of the Void by Edwin K. Sloat 148 Disowned by Victor A Endersby 149 Raiders of the Universe by Donald Albert Wandrei 150 Slaves of Mercury by Nat Schachner

October is missing

November 1932 151 The Cavern of the Shining Ones by Hal K Wells 152 A Scientist Rises by Desmond Winter Hall 153 When the Sleepers Woke by Arthur Leo Zagat 154 The Passing of Ku Sui by Desmond Winter Hall

December is missing

[heartsforvin]

hi paigey baby!! hope all is well with you. i was looking through vin’s insta for the first time in a while and yeaaah bf is looking goood. the after shower ones he posts always murder me 😮‍💨

✶ i’m thinkin’ that crush is gonna be reignited. also saw you have a new vinnie fic with a breeding kink!! god that is one of my all time fav kinks.. cant wait to read it and die 😵‍💫

hi baby !! just saw you rb it and your comment w it !! thank you so much for the love 🤍🤍

and yes me too 🫦 his gym pics are what is making me feral rn , have you seen his shoulders ???

i’ll definitely keep you on the taglist if you’d like to see more of my kinktober fics / general ones too !!

[obsidian-sphere]

“Amazing Stories Quarterly,” Spring-Summer, 1932. Cover art by Morey for Harl Vincent’s “Water-Bound World.”

[officialtokyosan]

former president vincent harling died so he could be a rorschach test for the lesbians. never forget his sacrifice

[pulpsandcomics2]

Super Science Stories      July 1940

The Day of the Comet by Frederick Arnold Kummer, Jr.

The Timeless Ones by Harry Walton

Outlaws on Venus by John Harry

The Thought-Woman by Ray Cummings

Trouble Shooter by Harl Vincent

[ladythatsmyskull]

Julian S. Krupa illustration for The Devil Flower by Harl Vincent. Published in Fantastic Adventures (May 1939).

[pulpfest]

Like SCIENCE FICTION, the leading contributor to Charles Hornig's FUTURE FICTION was John Russell Fearn, publishing stories using at least four pen names. Other well-known authors who published pseudonymous fiction in the Silberkleit science fiction pulps included Earl and Otto Binder, Edmond Hamilton, Henry Kuttner, and Manly Wade Wellman. The magazines also published work from Stanton Coblentz, Ray Cummings, Ed Earl Repp, and Harl Vincent, writers past their prime who had difficulty placing their work with the better paying science fiction pulps. Perhaps the high point of FUTURE FICTION was the March 1940 number -- featuring cover art by J. W. Scott. Hornig published Isaac Asimov's "Ring Around the Sun," one of two short stories the young writer contributed to the magazine. https://www.instagram.com/p/B95NaLopir3/?igshid=1rs8bho0afdov

[selenethewalker]

My summary for a Juliantina Ace Combat AU.

Setting:

It is set in Ace Combat's fictional world of Strangereal. Specifically in the Usean continent. Probably cover the other places as well. The AU focuses on the 2014 Free Erusea crisis a.k.a. VR Missions. Refer to the Ace Combat Wiki for the list of fictional nations.

Characters:

-Our girls

-Mobius 1 (the GOAT of the Ace Combat series)

-Three Strikes™

-Two original characters I have yet to name.

Summary:

Juliana Valdes had just been accepted into the IUN's Mobius squadron the first Aurelian pilot to do so. She is assigned as Mobius 3.

Valentina Carvajal is a civilian pilot from Farbanti (capital city of Erusea). She is currently working for an Cipher Transport, on a contract to support Yuktobanian and Osean rebuilding efforts through aerial transport of relief goods. Her workmates regard her well for her piloting skills. I mean she is a former Yellow after all.

The Free Erusea terror crisis have become global. Not content on "retaking" Erusea, they began attacking cities and bases worldwide. And the crisis had reached to as far as Yuktobania, where the rest of Mobius Squadron is currently based. They head to Yuktobanian capital Cinigrad to fend off a Free Erusea attack. As Mobius 1 is in North Point, Juliana leads her new squadron to ensure the safety of the capital as part of their peacekeeping duties.

Meanwhile Valentina had just received an order from her boss that she is relegated to fighter escort duty due to their transports beginning to be attacked by the terrorists. She then undusts her Su-37 jet, having been dormant since 2011, complete with Yellow squadron livery. Her team is now assigned to fly to the Yuktobanian capital as well to transport Osean President Vincent Harling to oversee relief efforts.

In the ensuing events, the two soulmates will cross paths in an ironic twist of fate (I mean Ace Combat fans can only know what I fully mean by this lol).