SNV! Sora

⋆SNV! Sora⭒

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☆💫Sora Info💫

☆🌊💫Susora💫🌊

1: Holding Sora

2: Kentarō (child)

3: Kentaro Bday

3: Susora kissing

Duos

💚✨Loki and Sora💚✨

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The dedication I have to save all Susano'os Photos in the Manga

Here is my version of Odin!

Wodasten was once an egalitarian Awukhoziel from the Sibutozera tribe who ascended into heaven after completing his quest for wisdom and knowledge. He's an immensely wise entity with a deep thirst for knowledge, willing to do anything to acquire a more thorough understanding of the multiverse. Due to being an enigma, his motives are not always clear, his past shrouded in mystery, and his strengths and weaknesses aren’t fully understood, even by those closest to him. He’s a force to be reckoned with, fuelled by intense passion and fury, especially during high-stake situations. He inspires others to tap into their own fervour, sparking creativity and ecstasy, and is often an admirable muse behind great poetry and music. As a master strategist, he stays far beyond the game, always planning several moves ahead of his enemies and allies alike. Yet, beneath his bold exterior lies a thoughtful and reflective leader, often lost in contemplation of the mysteries of the multiverse. While lost in thought, his introspective nature can create emotional distance, making it challenging for others to form close bonds with him. Furthermore, his tendency to keep secrets and hide truths, even from those he cares about, can foster mistrust and conflict. Despite his introspective nature, his passion for his goals burns bright, stopping at nothing to achieve them, all the while remaining fiercely loyal to those he cares about. With his cunning wit and intelligence, he outmaneuvers foes and achieves his ambitious goals, no matter the cost. He uses his intelligence and charisma to manipulate others into doing his bidding, even if it means betraying their trust. Wodasten has a hard time waiting for things to unfold naturally, leading him to take drastic measures and forcing the pace of events to align with his will. 

He’s a 6’ 8” (203.2 cm) slender, wiry, and athletic mesomorph with a rectangular figure, broad shoulders, square chest, narrow waist, and muscular limbs. He has ruddy turnstone wings, snowy skin, and brownish moles above his left eyebrow, in the centre of his neck, two on his left deltoid, and one on the back of his hand. His shoulder-length red blonde hair has streaks of silver-grey, tied into a fishtail braid, and his stylishly messy balbo beard frames his face in a rugged, battle-worn manner. His eyes are a piercing blue like the icy waters of a fjord and his left one has been gruesomely gouged out, covered up by an eyepatch of luxor gold leather. He dons a cacophonous moon-elk cloak with an oxford blue sheepskin lining of sprinkled stars that faintly glow a light purple. He wears a wide-brimmed hat of oxford blue velvet with a silky deep violet ribbon that has gold-embroidered runes, heavy corduroy wool trousers, and mid-calf boots of purplish-grey fur. Wodasten has a gilt-brass torc and four rings: a golden wedding band, a bronze valknut ring on his left middle finger, a peridot signet on his right ring finger, and a lapis lazuli ansuz rune (ᚨ) ring on his right index finger. He wears a knee-length indigo linen tunic with silver flax embroidery of sea serpents, ravens, and eyes, and a bronze chain belt styled like the Web of Wyrd symbol. Over his tunic, he’s wearing a sleeveless vest of trimmed rosy-throated warthog fur with a gold brooch shaped like a wolf’s head. He’s in possession of Draupnir, a magical ring of abundance forged by two dwarf brothers that can replicate itself eight times every ninth night. He also possesses a sword for martial pursuits that requires skill and finesses to wield, and Gungnir, a spear that never misses his targets and always returns to him.

He can use the corpses of giants and deities to create the heavens and earth, breathe life into unborn beings, and control slain warriors. The deities made him into a divine strategist and archmage with absolute analytical and emotional intelligence, wisdom, wits, and knowledge over white and black magic and ancient science. He’s a shapeshifting oracle with the ability to manipulate artistic expression, writing, runes, destiny, storms, victory, and the Wild Hunt. He can survive solely on wine, turn living creatures into dust, and induce blindness, curses that cause death and insanity, and battle frenzy. He has mastery over spearmanship and horse-riding, and can subconsciously improve his biophysical fighting ability by delving deeper into his hereditary. In order to traverse the multiverse easily, he can teleport anywhere through prisons, high-stake battles, gore, destruction, ravens, and wolves.

FAMILY:

Unnamed grandfather or “Búri”

Unnamed father or “Bor”

Unnamed mother or “Bestla”

Unnamed Angel of Wetlands, Clairvoyance, and Prophetic Marriage or “Frigg” (ex-wife)

Baldevroz (son)

Unnamed nine lovers

Heimodazul (son)

Unnamed Angel of Earth or “Jörð” (ex-lover)

Thodenuraz (son)

Hotanderi (adoptive son)

Huljatemo (adoptive granddaughter)

Fenszri (adoptive grandson)

Jormungadi (adoptive grandson)

Sifjawo (daughter-in-law)

Thojazrude (granddaughter)

Magnezori (grandson)

Modethavi (grandson)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Odin

Angel of the Scaffold, Battle Death, Magical Knowledge, and Poetic Victory

Wayfinder

Overthrower

Eagle Head

Iron Mask

Gore-inviter

Bale-worker

Helmet-bearer

Spear-charger

Battle-blinder

Raven-tester

Horse-wolf

Resounding One

Hoary Beard

Fetter Loosener

Shield Shaker

Slain Receiver

Wide Famed

Gallows’ Burden

Wavering Eye

Attacking Rider

Contrary Advisor

Journey Empowerer

Mover of Constellations

Sure of Victory

Ruler of Treachery

Swift in Deceit

The Very Wise

Enemy of the Wolf

Commander of Magical Songs

Leader of the Primal Streams

The Wanderer In Gaping Frenzy

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, his name means “lord of frenzy or leader of the possessed”.

He’s an avatar of Solaphurine

He collects ancient texts, artifacts, and relics, storing them in a vast, secret library of Valhalla, always seeking new knowledge to consume.

Wodasten whispers strategies and ideas to himself, even in the midst of chaos, always thinking several moves ahead.

He scribbles poetry and lyrics on parchment, inspired by the world around him, and often leaves them for others to find.

He takes long, solitary walks, reflecting on his past and contemplating the consequences of his actions.

Wednesday was named after him

He’s the creator of runic alphabet

He’s the leader of the Wild Hunt, leading undead warriors, well-known knights, fantastical beasts, and Pnemazokhus to roam the skies for quarry.

He’s a fond gambler as he enjoys making wagers on the outcome of events, though he often cheats to get his way. He has bet his own life against several giants and deities, and made friendlier wagers with his family, friends, and coworkers.

He’s responsible for killing Ymejahor with the use of Gungnir, using his body to create Pangaea.

He stole the mead of poetry from the Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri, which is the source of the ability to speak and write beautifully and persuasively.

As an Awukhoziel, he found a well that was guarded by a shadowy, all-knowing ghost who charmed him into sacrificing his eye for a drink. He gouged out his left eye with Gungnir and dropped it into the well, which allowed him to drink from the waters of heavenly knowledge.

In order to complete his quest for wisdom and knowledge, he hung himself from an ash-yew hybrid called Yggdrasil for nine days and nights as a sacrifice to learn the secrets of the runes. The knowledge of these runes allowed him to tap into the celestial, terrestrial, and mystical aspects of the multiverse.

Wodasten originally wanted to ascend to godhood, but became an angel after Thiwazur gave him a second chance at life because he respected his wisdom, prowess, and cunningness.

He’s destined to be eaten by a monstrous wolf named Fenszri

He’s strong enough to easily defeat giants and lesser deities

He has two ravens, Hugisna and Musfovna, perched on his shoulders, acting as his eyes and ears as they travel every morning, gathering information for him.

He has two wolves, Gersivka and Frepuzaki, who stay by his side during the Wild Hunt and battles, roaming the field for slain warriors that he can use. He casually feeds them elk meat and mortal flesh, and lets them drink blood and clean water.

He has a fearless eight-legged steed with green-tinted silver fur, which was the son of Lokjafeni–disguised as a mare–and an inhumanly strong stallion. His name is Sleipanur and he can gallop faster, jump higher, kick harder, and whinny louder than any other horse.

Here is my version of the Green Knight from Arthurian legend!

Melothardus Burtelakhi Haludozert is the famous yet scornful, distant, and nomadic Verdurous Knight and protector of the natural world, understanding secrets and rhythms of the earth. With a mysterious past and motivations, he’s known for being an enigma, making him intriguing and unpredictable. He’s an erotically seductive womaniser with a deep hatred for cowardice, laziness, cheating, immaturity, misogyny, and those who tarnish chivalry and justice. There is a hint of fearsome mysticism that surrounds him, and he strictly adheres to the principles of chivalry such as loyalty and courtesy. Despite his noble stature, he remains humble and unassuming as he eschews glory and recognition, but can come across as narcissistic and stubborn at times. His presence commands respect and exudes a natural air of authority, while giving him confidence to remain resolute and steadfast in the face of adversity. With a calm and composed demeanour, he’s fearless in the face of danger, willing to take risks and face them head-on. He’s the sagacious paragon of virtue, embodying honour, integrity, morality, and the willingness to offer advice and guidance. Due to being ever watchful and alert, he’s always prepared to defend the innocent and vanquish evil. When he’s deadly serious and wrathful, he’s prone to seeking revenge against people who wronged him and those he cares about. As a result of a devastating tragedy that left Melothardus with emotional scars, he’s vulnerable to melancholy and doubtful introspection.

Melothardus is an imposing 13’ 8’ (416.56 cm) mesomorph with an inverted triangle figure, perfectly rigid muscles, semi-broad shoulders, prominent thighs, and a well-endowed penis. He has a rugged and weathered pallid complexion and a coiled birthmark of a pinkish hue above his left eyebrow. Green gold freckles adorn his face, and his sunburst nutmeg-marigold eyes pierce through the darkness like a lantern in the forest. His flowing hair that gracefully drapes over his shoulders and mid-neck, puffy goatee are a silver-blue with delicate curls and streaks of faint coppery red. His sparkling plate armour with watermelon tourmaline hues is made from the spiritual essence of nature with decorations of copper rose vines, lavender blossoms, and dried elderberries. In the centre of his cuirass with bronze tassets is a heraldic golden dragon with ivory boar tusks and ruby eyes holding three moss agate fox tails. His helmet looks like the face of a bronze man peering out of dense nettle foliage with brownish-black spots. This helmet is adorned with a bell-shaped garland of scarlet hawthorn flowers, hanging white wisteria blossoms, oak leaves, and copper rose thorny vines. He dons a green gold cape with bronze edges and copper rose stars, a mid-back hooded cloak of red deer fur with its tail still intact, a golden thistle brooch, and a bough of holly tied to a thick strand of rope as a necklace. He wields a double-blade battle-axe twice his height with a head of silver-red metal, a thorny golden chain that acts as a shoulder strap, and a shaft in the hue of a forest canopy. He has a blood-drenched longsword forged from the spiritual essence of the bleeding oak and weeping maple. His battle-axe can cause natural disasters once it slams to the ground, while his longsword shimmers like the earth after a spring shower in the presence of corrupted lands. Melothardus is in possession of a yew bow with a woven boar sinew as a bowstring and gold-tipped arrows inside a quiver made from a hollowed-out log.

He possesses keen sight, smell, and hearing, and can easily blend into natural environments by manipulating the wavelengths of sound, colour, and light. He can transform into verdant trees, a patch of sweet-smelling wildflowers that can induce fertile pregnancies, and animals basked in a subtle yet shimmering green hue. When his eyes glow fiercely, his mind, instincts, and raw strength become more akin to that of a warmongering, ferocious, and arrogant predator. His abnormal strength allows him to wield his massive battle-axe with ease, uproot trees, move the largest stones, overpower skilled warriors with a single blow, and withstand powerful attacks without flinching. Melothardus is a master of swords, axes, battling, tactical strategies, and exorcism that can communicate with animals and sense changes in nature's equilibrium. He’s impervious to physical death as mortal weapons have little effect on him because blades and arrows pass straight through him like mist and the most grievous of wounds inflicted upon him heal instantly.

He has a meta-teleportation and connection to the celestial and terrestrial aspects of the earth, granting him control over nature, land fertility, the four seasons, plants, animals, and elemental forces. His accuracy, strength, sight, smell, and hearing are significantly enhanced during solstices and equinoxes. He’s highly resistant to attacks based on fire, water, earth, and air elements, but can easily be damaged by the malevolent use of quintessence. He can create shields and barriers of thorny vines, crystalline rock, and blue holy fire to deflect projectiles. He often has brief glimpses of the future that predict enemy attacks and potential life-threatening events. He’s capable of creating deceptive visions and auditory hallucinations, which makes it difficult for his opponents to discern reality. He possesses nearly transcendent wisdom and insight into the human psyche, the secrets of life, multiversal balance, and nature. He has the inhuman charisma to inspire and lead others, and a strange diplomacy that allows him to negotiate and mediate conflicts with ease.

FAMILY:

Kaloghrentius Äglovetrud L’Eyschatonur (adoptive younger brother)

Dinbezramus (ex-lover)

Pelmazodius Malwegrontus-Eyschalobur Culwodrena (son)

Gwalchemozus Vorteghuna (adoptive niece)

Gwalchevodus D’Balenomi (adoptive great-niece)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Verdurous Knight

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Melothardus means “melodious praise or chanting song”, Burtelakhi means “to be contentious, bright lake or churl”, and Haludozert means “high wasteland or disinherited hermitage”.

He was born in a long strand of land called Lyonesse that was swallowed by the Atlantic ocean in a single night during his older teen years. Lyonesse was a kingdom housing people in fair, quaint towns, 140 churches, and a castle-like cathedral, having its citizens work in fertile, low-lying plains. As it was being destroyed, he managed to escape the storm and a subsequent wave with Kaloghrentius and an orphaned Dustezona while riding a gleaming white horse named Trevakloin. After that unfortunate disaster, he looked after Dustezona, giving him minimal warmth and a decent shelter. He taught him how to fend for himself in the wilderness and trained him into a fearsome archer and knight.

The legends surrounding him frame him as a judge and tester of knights

He once challenged Arthegonus’ court to a game, offering his axe to anyone who can behead him with the condition that he gets to return the blow a year later. Everyone chickened out, but his adoptive niece took up the challenge, but failed to behead him. Out of respect for her bravery and putting up a good fight, he gifted her an axe made from his flesh and the spiritual essence of nature.

He trained Dustezona, Gwalchemozus, and Pelmazodius to become powerful and feared knights.

Most of his memories are literally shrouded in mist, which slowly unravels as they continue on their journey to protect the natural world.

His presence has a calming effect on nature, causing plants to bloom and animals to flock to his side in times of need.

He has a weakness for honey cakes and complicated riddles

I personally love this cause like RAHHHHHHHHHH

Since i want to revive the RoR fandom, let's do this:

What's your favorite panel of the manga?

Mine is...

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Hahaha, I have felt crazy no phone ( broke, haha. I've spent 2 weeks with no phone, no tumblr, no anything. My mum was sending me msg on ps5 to check i was okay. XD)

So I decided to draw to stop capain fever from setting in.

I wanted to draw thor with his hair all wind swept and it turned into Hel and Tyr their as well (I uses the snv design, but I think he could be cooler looking theres not many shots of him) I gotta colour it now...;_;

My new phones camera pretty good tho XD

(Also, Thors hammer is annoying to angle...)