#moly

[fleursfairies]

HELLO????? AWOOOGA

[ij4ever]

HERMES!!! (and Jay)

I have a different version too!

How did I do?

[fanartka]

[leniisreallycool]

I understand that most animators aren't botanists and don't know that plants that store energy have to have a place to store that energy. Whether it's stored in tubers (potato), rhizomes (turmeric and ginger), taproots (carrot), or bulbs (onion), it has to have something. Moly would have had a bulb of some kind. It wouldn't have had fibrous roots because not much of anything is stored in fibrous roots. They have to have storage organs.

Artists I know this is such a non issue but please do a little bit of botanical research

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_730 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[aaronofithaca05]

Oddyseus crack fic

okay, I'm having a problem the potion is not working!!!

I used all my flowers and I'm dry.

Send moly ASAP!!!! She's HERE

SHE'S HERE I CAN FEEL HER, AWHHHHHHHH

[wordsandmorewords]

january, goodbye

that moly snowdrop to serve as a cure a flower tonic for a poison sullen and toxic

white petals signify a nascent Spring send forth a clarion call, for those dove wings to fall

february may it soon conjure relief from these dreary gray, listless, blank days

[kindred-spirit-93]

why tf is hermes on tumblr and why is he trying to give me drugs??

[unsightlymuse]

Tumblr knows.

[bernardsgfs]

[houseki-no-ocs]

Two more of Moly!!!

First one is Moly pre powdered and with her hair down! Second one is just Moly being Moly

[despairinthedeqarture]

im literally dead eycte is so fit

[littlechiabastard]

Moly is trying to sneak up on me again but I'm keeping a close eye out

[sixminutestoriesblog]

snowdrops

Thou fairy gift from summer,

Why art thou blooming now?

The Snowdrop by Letitia Landon (L.E.L)

January in the Northern Hemisphere can be a hard time to celebrate a birthday. It's cold, winter still has a ways to go yet and everyone is pretty hung over from the rash of holidays that took up the past three months straight.

Enter the delicate and determined snowdrop.

Once upon a time, so the story goes in Germany, back when the world was new, Winter was sent out to find itself a color. Knowing how everyone raved about the beautiful colors of the Flowers, Winter went to them and asked if one of them would give him their color to wear. Prideful and protective of their own glory, the Flowers laughed at Winter and turned away from him. Only one didn't laugh. The snowdrop, small and dainty, offered to share its color with the Winter. In gratitude, Winter promised that the cold of its touch would never harm the little flower and it would be allowed to bloom during Winter's reign whenever the little flower liked.

The snowdrop, legend claims, can create its own warmth.

It is also one of the first flowers to bloom each year, often before the snow has even finished melting, its hard leaves able to push up through ice and frozen soil, popping up to carpet the forest floor in a very different white, filling the sharp winter air with its light fragrance. If you listen, the stories say, you can hear the faint sounds of their petal bells ringing, waking up the rest of the world to spring's arrival.

The plucky little snowdrop has been around for a very long time and they have a lot of stories that go with them.

In Romania and Moldova, snowdrops, sometimes called 'daughter of the wind', were the results of a hero's battle against Winter (or the Winter Witch). Winter had decided to prevent Spring, either by trapping the Sun or simply refusing to move on. The Sun's lover - or Lady Spring herself - fought with Winter and in each place their blood fell, snowdrops sprang up.

When Adam and Eve were chased from the Garden of Eden at the beginning of the world, Eve wept so bitterly that an angel took pity on her. He breathed onto a falling snowflake and everywhere the snow fell, snowdrops sprang up, to give the weeping woman hope and the promise of a better future.

Snowdrops were Persephone's tears when she was freed from Hades in Greek myth and their arrival heralded her return to her mother.

The flowers are sometimes called 'Candlemas bells' because Christian stories say that when Mary went to the Temple to be purified and to present Jesus there as her first-born on February 2, an angel gave her the gift of snowdrops.

Want another one?

In Homer's Odyssey, Sean Bean Odysseus is given a magical plant called 'moly' by Hermes. He uses this to resist Circe's poison. There's debate whether Homer's moly was truly meant to be a snowdrop - but at least as far back as Roman times, the snowdrop was believed to be an antidote against poison. In modern times, doctors are using it to help in the fight against Alzheimer's.

Don't get carried away with the home remedies just yet. Snowdrops can be toxic to pets and humans can suffer from imbibing too much as well.

Overall, given all the stories associated with snowdrops, it shouldn't surprise anyone that they are seen as symbols of hope and rebirth, or light in the darkness and triumph over tribulation. Their white color gives them a symbolism of purity. In the story of Snow White, her name is sometimes changed to Snowdrop. These little flowers give those worn down by the snow the promise of sunlight and brighter days to come.

Unless you were a Victorian. Because - of course. Snowdrops had a habit of growing in cemeteries and church yards and so Victorians viewed them as omens of illness at best and death at worst. Seeing a single snowdrop was bad. Bringing a single snowdrop inside your house was nothing short of inviting death in.

Luckily, that doesn't have to stop the rest of us from being delighted by these determined flowers and holding to the faith that, when the snowdrops arrive, better days are soon to come.

[artstationable]

li moly

Freelance Concept Artist (工作联系微信molygp03))

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[idya-shroud]

*fades into existence behind you and floats up to watch over your shoulder as you’re playing your usual video game*

*watches silently for a few minutes*

Hey, what game is this, it looks fun! 😸

*smiles my signature Cheshire Cat grin at you*

@your-local-grinning-cat

Idia was peacefully enjoying his game within his dark room, the only light source being his screen where it flashed an array of different colors, almost like a disco ball.

Being by himself and having Ortho gone to do his own things, he wasn't expecting any kind of company, so when he heard someone's voice behind him, he nearly sprung up into the ceiling like a cat.

"W-w-who are you a-and how'd you get past the security system?!" He was shaking like a leaf at this point.