#Palter

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US Vogue July 1959

Nena von Schlebrügge wears a short-sleeved black silk tussah dress by Julius Werk. Vogue Pattern 9739. Palter DeLiso Shoes.

Nena von Schlebrügge porte une robe manches courtes en tussah de soie noire par Julius Werk. Vogue Pattern 9739. Chaussures Palter DeLiso.

Photo Jerry Schatzberg vogue archive

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Palter, Robert. “The Place of Mathematics in Whitehead’s Philosophy.” The Journal of Philosophy, vol. 58, no. 19, 1961, pp. 565–76.

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OC animatic featuring @Gabsterbobby and @m-azing's OCs

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Whipmas batch 2/3

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The Folksmen’s one and only Jerry Palter

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Libraries, records, and Kore: Archives on Mount Olympus [Part 5]

Continued from part 4

Soon enough, we get back to the Fates and their memory tape once more! In episode 111 ("You Tell Me"), we see two of them assembling the record in a tape titled "Hades & Persephone" while saying they need to work on their filing system due to the amount of time it is taking them to find the tape in the first place. A few episodes later, in episode 113 ("Tell"), Hades gets the tape delivered to him, like a person would deliver a pizza. Fancy that! I can't think of any archive that would have a delivery service like that, but I know that some public libraries, like the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore City, have a program to ship books to people, so I guess this somewhat similar.

Reprinted from my Wading Through the Cultural Stacks WordPress blog. Originally published on Nov. 28, 2020.

The tape itself comes up in various later episodes. In episode 114 ("VHS"), Hades watches the tape for the first time and is flabbergasted. Then, in episode 115 ("The Bringer of Death"), the season 1 finale, he tries to call Kore after watching the tape, and finally, he watches the tape, again, in episode 116 ("In Plain Sight"), still aghast at what he sees. The assembly of the tape is also showcased in the season 1 recap of the webcomic.

This isn't all. In episode 125 ("A Tree"), there a recap from an earlier episode showing that records of an incident in the mortal world of Kore's supposed destruction are missing, and in episode 127 ("Artistic Rendition"), the report of the incident is put together. That leads to what happens in episodes 130 ("The Guest") and 131 ("Interview with the Barley Mother"): Kore begins to tell her truth about what happened. This is an important part of authentic communication between people, making "genuine interaction" possible, as noted by Theology of Work, and it is important to give the truth a "strong foundation." That is exactly what Kore does when she speaks to Hades about what happened, speaking into his tape recorder (another 80s vibe of this webcomic), with her truth allowing for their relationship to deepen, as they both trust each other, showing the value of her truthfulness.

Truthtelling itself is valuable in truthtelling commissions about past injustices, like in the case of the oppression of indigenous people in Australia or many other countries across the world since the 1970s, allowing for awareness of past actions, encouraging all to move forward peacefully. It is also is vital in bioethics, related to the idea of informed consent, and can counter the idea of paltering: misleading people by "telling the truth."

Kore does not engage in paltering here but rather tells what happened from her perspective and it makes her a stronger person by doing so, even though it is an intensely emotional experience, as would be expected after everything that Kore has been through.

© 2022 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

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Journal #5

(Written with assistance from Wick)

(Notes are out of universe)

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"To Kill a Unicorn" by DC Palter

Intrigue and mystery pull you right into this book's cinematic scenes #books #bookreview #reading #readerviews

To Kill a Unicorn DC PalterPandamoon Publishing (2023)ISBN: 978-1950627615Reviewed by Lily Andrews for Reader Views (12/2023) “To Kill a Unicorn” is a highly anticipated mystery by DC Palter.  It follows Ted Hara, a programmer with MeCan Mobiles who is approached for help by his former lover.  She’s a lawyer and sister to his friend Ryu who suddenly disappeared after acquiring a new job in a…

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Who is Nancy Palter? Lew Palter wife

Nancy Palter will be discussed in this post. We will look at her marriage to the famous actor Lew Palter. Who was Lew Palter? He was born as Leon Louis Palter  on November3,1928. He was a famous American actor who appeared in film,stage and television series. He is famed for his role in the 1997 film Titanic which he starred as Isidor Straus. He equally appeared  as Justice Benjamin Halperin in…

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Word List: Hannibal

Aperitif - an alcoholic drink taken before a meal as an appetizer

Assiduous - showing great care, attention, and effort; marked by careful unremitting attention or persistent application

Calumniation - to utter maliciously false statements, charges, or imputations about

Castigation - to subject to severe punishment, reproof, or criticism

Commove - to move violently; agitate; to rouse intense feeling in; excite to passion

Cozen - to deceive, win over, or induce to do something by artful coaxing and wheedling or shrewd trickery

Dissentient - expressing dissent (i.e., to withhold assent or approval; or differ in opinion)

Fabulist - a creator or writer of fables; liar

Heterodox - holding unorthodox opinions or doctrines; unconventional

Immurement - to enclose within or as if within walls; imprisonment

Intemperance - lack of moderation

Internecine - deadly; mutually destructive

Inveigle - entice; to acquire by ingenuity or flattery

Mythomania - an excessive or abnormal propensity for lying and exaggerating

Outré - violating convention or propriety

Palter - to act insincerely or deceitfully

Parlous - full of danger or risk; obsolete: dangerously shrewd or cunning

Phantasmagoria - a constantly shifting complex succession of things seen or imagined; a bizarre or fantastic combination, collection, or assemblage

Recondite - difficult or impossible for one of ordinary understanding or knowledge to comprehend

Rufous - reddish

Sanguinary - bloodthirsty, murderous

Schism - separation; disharmony

Soigné - well-groomed, sleek; elegantly maintained or designed

Sybarite - voluptuary (i.e., a person whose chief interests are luxury and the gratification of sensual appetites); sensualist (i.e., one who is persistent or excessive in their pursuit of sensual pleasures and interests)

Truculent - deadly, destructive

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Your image seeps into the corners of his mind, a little worm eating away at his rotting brain. His shapeless memories- were replaced with your kind words and sweet laugh, how your eyes crinkled when you smiled. He thinks it's not fair to let the blissful parasite live in his mind like this, the way he's let you crawl into his sanity and heart. Plagued by it, visions of you in the corner of his eye, niggling at his brain to look- for his eyes to stray from the mission- the worm continuing to chew away.

He's not a man anymore, but you make him feel alive. A blessing with your touch and soft voice, he wonders what god he's pleased for your gifted to him on a silver palter, all giving- a lamb in the jaws of a putrid wolf. His decay was not frightening to you one bit, embracing him whole, with his burns and scars. He was a vague shape of a man, but you treated him like no one ever had. The worm replaces thoughts of blood and violence. He let the worm eat, let it consume him, eating the hollow man he was and making him into something worthy of you.

He didn't pray anymore, his worship turning towards you. There was no need for some unseeing, all-knowing god when his rough hands could hold his world. Why worship anything other than what the sweet-like worm had told him, had enlightened him? He felt hot, breathless, floating on a cloud. His head spun with an uncomfortable uge, bile in the back of his dry throat. He had found his purpose outside the endless killing- his body meant for more.

The worm. The worm. The worm. The worm is Nikto's love, his love for you.

It had eaten him whole.

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One might think I went a little overboard when I used my talents, to give my old college buddy Charles Wentworth II, the son he'd always wanted. Life threw him a curveball when his little boy just, stayed little. It took only 8 months to change that.

At 19, he was almost fae. 5'4" 110lbs soaking wet, the 3rd Charles in the line was thin, lithe, soft-tempered and good mannered. Clean and neat, always top of his class, the boy was head of the Student Council in High School, when his Father hoped he'd have excelled in Football, the same as his old man.

Charles II knew I'd gone into psychiatry out of college, majoring in Behavioral Studies with a minor in biochemistry. He'd seen what I could do to a person with just 10 minutes of talking. Out like a light, I'd fill their heads with all sorts of triggers, innocent fun to make the guys in the dorms laugh.

But Charles II knew where my interests really were. Behavioral Modification. He'd only seen this one time during our school days, when I tranced Jimmy Palter, the school's most annoying nerd, and by graduation, he'd packed on 50lbs, mostly in his belly, dressed like a hick, and went off to drive Big-Rigs across the country, adding notches to his creaking belt as he screwed his way across country, bedding pretty Diner girls as he hauled goods for my Dad's transport company. Last I'd checked, he was still trucking, with a wife and 5 kids somewhere out west.

Anyway, the strapping young stud you see here, with absolutely no intelligent thought behind those handsome eyes, is Charles Wentworth III. Or, as he preffers now, Chett. Sometimes his football buddies call him Chetworth, but one headlock with their faces pressed to his sweaty pits is enough to stop even the strongest of them, at least for a while. He's an aggressive, hot-blooded powerhouse, and doesn't let anyone forget it.

It had only taken an hour to wriggle my influence into his good natured, innocent mind. His father had asked him to come see me, and an hour later, the boy was thrilled to have sessions with me every day for the foreseeable future. I'd given him a perscription for what he was convinced were vitamins, but were really prototype HGH and Testosterone boosters a friend at a Pharma-Lab in Serbia gives to, well, select clientelle, with the agreement that we send the results asap. Some of this stuff may as well be nuclear Hormone-bombs, its no wonder the FDA refuses to even look at it!

So, A month in, and the boy was a nervous wreck. Trembling with excess energy, his feet tapped anciously during the first sessions, the supplements and my trances sending his body into overdrive. He said he felt like he was on fire, all the time, hot and clammy, and that his body tingled, pent up, wound tight like a spring. I let him suffer with this for a few weeks, I watched as the confusion led to annoyance, and he finally came to my office in the middle of the day, skipping class for the first time in his life, asking me for help. I tried to hid the wicked smirk on my face, and really got down to it. It was easy to drop him down into trance, and from there, My work really began.

4 months in, Chett had gotten a bit of weight on him, his body now tight and toned, working out alone when the gym was empty. The supplements really kicked his body into overdrive, sweat poured from him, soaking his shirts and shorts. He'd complained about it for only a short time, until I convinced him that was the smell of Effort. Of athletic Prowess. Of well-worked Male. As usual, anything I said became the truth, and I soon found him taking sniffs of himself after working out, flexing absentmindedly as he noticed the changes to his body.

By the 6th month, the supplements had shot through his body, setting it into a second puberty of sorts. He grew taller, hitting 6', his legs long with a solid densness that rivaled some of the soccer players. His torso was like a marble statue, each muscle easily traced, as he had very little bodyfat. The Chett was stuffing himself with pritein and calories at my suggestion, really pushing for some size, but his pesky metabolism just wouldn't let him bulk. His father decided that, "Behemoth" as the original plan had intended, wasn't necessary, and we went with "Classic All American Boy" instead. What began as a shrimpy welp, turned into a marble stature, then the beginnings of a diamond-cut stud.

His shoulders widened, giving him that perfect masculine taper, while his face lost its boyish softness, replaced with sharper, more intensly sharp features. His size 7s grew quickly, his feet ruinding sneakers left and right, until he'd leveled off at a wide size 13. His chest began to grow a smattering of hair, his pits were thick, dense wiry bushes. He had that Pretty-Boy look. Fuzzy in all the right places. Sure, he reeked like a Varsity Locker room, but hey, Charles II wanted an athletic son, he knows from our own college days what that entials.

I could see the Sorority Girls and cheerleaders beginning to take notice, but for now, I'd kept Chett firmly away from women. That would come later. I recieved several new prototype supplements, each targeting a different system of the body. By the time he'd finished taking these, he was 6'2" 170, a tall, well built stallion, with nothing but the gym and my trances to quell the neverending storm of energy and hormones flooding his system. He was pent up, on edge, ready to go off anytime. And I knew just what I had to do.

I'd had him on edge for the last 8 monnths. his grades slipped until he nearly got ckicked from school. Luckily, I miraculously had a place for him on the Football team. And he eagerly joined, wanting nothing more than to try and burn off all the aggression on the field. He was a beast from his first practice, I'd programmed everything he'd ever need to know about the game into his mind for months. He absolutley plowed through opponents. It was incredible to see.

I finally let the damn break after a hard-fought summer Game. he'd performed just as I expected. Like a perfectly trained, expert player. Nobody would ever guess Chett had ever been a weedy little boy. Expecially not after I'd set him loose, allowing him to notice the girls all over the field, cheering and buoncing about from player to player. when Sandra Rinaldi, heir to an immense national Grocer's fortune slid up to him, pushing the sweaty hair from his eyes, he couldn't help it. One look at her, and he pounced, kissing her hard right there in the field. 8 months of hormones and denial had been released.

From what I learned through locker room talk in the days following, Chett had given Sandra quite the workout that night, and every day since. Although the two weren't exclusive, Chett tending to get his dick wet anytime, anywhere, with anyone just as programmed, Chett seemed to have a natural incling toward her, and ended up asking her to marry him just after graduation, his father thrilled at the possibility of grandkids and Sandra's inheritence bolstering their own family's fortune.

From tiny waif of a boy, to a true blue American Stud, Charles Wentworth III was now both satisfied and thrilled with his family's future. His strapping, handsome Jock of a son made him proud, cleaning up well for his father to parade him around Gala's and business events, other big-wigs taking notice of the Wentworth's "good genes", not knowing what it took to build the boy up as you see here.

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I want to see what Palther is doing

Palter was standing in front of eir mirror, brushing eir fur. Ey sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Oxime cooed from across the room.

“I’m nervous. Did you see how Renin was glaring at me?” Palter whispered. “He was preparing to arrest me!”

“That’s not true. We both know you’re innocent.” Oxime walked over and placed its hand on eir shoulder. Palter took its hand and rubbed it against their face tenderly. Oxime let out a small sigh.

“Palter.” Oxime drew closer, and placed a kiss gently on eir head. The two embraced.

“No matter what, I’ll support you. Darling too. We’re in this together.” Oxime murmured. “When we married, I vowed I’d protect you. No matter what. And that still stands.”

Palter grunted. Ey hated expressing eir emotions. But Oxime brought them out so easily.

“Alright. Doesn’t change that I’m nervous.” Palter broke out of Oxime’s arms. Oxime chuckled quietly.

“You don’t have to do this.” Oxime reminded em gently.

“I don’t want Wick to testify alone.” Palter poked at their head tuft. “I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let Darling’s kid go through that alone. Besides, I’ve got to clear my name. Our name.”

“Don’t throw Darling under the bus. He was just trying to help.” Oxime reminded Palter. Oxime began tidying up its own appearance. Palter nodded.

“I won’t. I’ll just tell the truth.”

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Hello Magical Friends~☆

The date for the ball has been confirmed!!

The Blue Moon Ball will be held in LATE MAY, on the week of May 19-25.

The official announcement post with details on the event and the prologue prompt will be released on the 30th of April!! That will give you all around 3 weeks to prepare for the event.

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A note, you are NOT REQUIRED to participate in all prompts, just do what you want and what you can. You can do one RP prompt for the week, a few sketches, whatever strikes your fancy.

It will be close to my finals week for this date and I will be moving out of my dorm soon, so I may not do much in terms of Roleplaying, but I will be making a few small art pieces for each day if I can :)

If you DO want to RP with me (I will only be RP-ing Lurien for this event), please organize with me (@the-necrobotanist ) beforehand :3

At most I'll probably do RP with 3 people personally, I'll get overwhelmed otherwise. But I will be sending asks to participants to see if they're having fun!

Thank you! We hope you're excited for the ball magical friends!

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