#sonnetos

[grandwretch]

the scene where sonetto and lilya turn training into a game and play co-op games until they make themselves sick laughing made me really ship them. like yeah I ship sonetto w vertin and matilda too but what she could have w lilya is so.... like untouched by sonneto's trauma. its so sweet and fun and lilya is so protective and sonetto wouldn't have to be the strong one for once. it makes me insane.

[iloveyanderes]

Me trying to play some reverse 1999😊

The fire department showing up at our house fully armed with water.🫥

... don't ask🫤

[emagios]

"We've told you before, right?" "Not everybody likes arcanists, Sonetto. They are dangerous. And because they are dangerous they are feared. They are not human. And those that are not human are different, and those that are different are hated. And you, Sonetto, are an arcanist. You will not find friends outside nor would they want to be. But we're not like them. That is why you are here. If not for us, you would have gotten yourself into worse situations. Maybe you would never have been in any situation except dead and forgotten. We don't want that for you, and that is why we protect you. Keeping you here in this house is for your protection. Here you can use your abilities as much as you like. As free as you like. All we ask of you is to stay, and in turn you use your abilities into good use. Like helping us." [AU in which Sonetto was never founded by the SPDM, rather gets adopted by a family instead. However, her abilities are manifested early. Seeing the potential in what exactly her magic does, her foster parents do not persecute her, instead using her ability of creation to compose works of art and sell it. ] I'm not much of a lore buff so idk how the magic system works. So I'm just assuming that when arcanists start showing signs of magic, it first starts off as "wild" magic. Random bursts of shazam and all that. As they grow up, then it starts to become something distinct. The game makes it seem that arcanists can cast "spells" or just regular magic (Like with Sonetto and Matilda having similar moves) and at the same time they have a magic that is unique to them. Matilda with her divinity, TF with her healing. Sonneto's case is maybe similar to Blonney in that it involves creating something from their imagination. Furthermore is that Sonneto's ability require intention? or at least a form of emotion and passion (which imo is so cool character-wise because the irony is so so good Sonneto, who strives to be the Foundations perfect soldier. Who strives to follow in its ideal of order before opinion. Before emotion, yet even her own magic contests that. Or maybe I got the details wrong and I'm being delusional LOL but I digress) So yeah, that's what I have in mind so far. I'm glad I finally got around to drawing it out, because the idea has been itching at me since Christmas lmao. Also! I'm also thinking of planting her to be somewhere maybe around the late 19th to early 20th century? Like the rest of the suitcase squad, Vertin will eventually encounter her as part of her being assigned in locating "unregistered/rogue" arcanists in hopes of recruiting them to the Foundation. Yes this idea was mainly made with vernetto / tk14 in mind lol But there's also some schneider mention for the verschneider angst ofc

[sleeplesssmoll]

I have a silly little headcanon that sometimes, when Vertin comes back to the suitcase late at night, Sotheby, Regulus and most likely Sonneto would be on the couch asleep and Druvis would come out of the dining room with a cup of tea, explaining that they fell asleep while waiting for her. Vertin would feel a tinge of guilt since her team waited for her to get back but also would feel touched since they wanted to wait for her, that she gets reminded that she isn't alone in this anymore, that instead of a cold, solemn solitude of the suitcase that she was used to for four years, she now comes back to a warmth of love and care.

(This found family has tormenting for months now, Vertin deserves sm better, they all do. Take this as comfort for the pain this game has given us all :])

Thank you! I love these headcanons 😭

Druvis is Suitcase mom and I adore her.

Let me return the favor!

Blonney gave Jessica a radio and her favorite station is one that reads out horror stories submitted from around the world. Sonetto always covers her ears when she passes her room in case she hears anything.

Sotheby doesn't like cutting funny shaped potatoes since she finds them cute. Druvis has a dedicated section in the garden where she uses these potatoes to grow more potatoes, as well as other vegetables with similar fates. Sotheby is pleased by this.

Blonney decides Vertin needs more casual clothes since she looks "too stiff." Jessica and Sonetto join her on this mission. They got carried away when they realized Vertin is really fun to dress up. The Timekeeper let them have their fun, but in the end she only bought a set of suspenders and a new scarf from the many outfits she tried, much to their dismay.

[purgemarchlockdown]

My brain is still in Es-Amane situationship mode (es quest my darling wait for me I’ll finish you soon…) and my brain is going Es Timekeeper and then Amane as the assistant ala Sonneto. But unlike Vertin and Sonneto where Sonneto is the good doggo and Vertin is the rule-breaker curious of the outside. It’s Amane who’s the rule-breaker curious of the outside, and Es is the super proper best student.

So Amane does the all the funky rebellion stuff while Es looks over like “*sighs* I wish I had an identity and sense of personhood but no I must Follow the Rules and be a Attachmentless Soldier” but at the end of it all Es saves Amane from getting Reversed, and it fucks the both of them up for ages.

Sidenote: I suppose in this situation Jackalope would be Constantine? I wonder if in this situation Jackalope wanted to see if Es would follow orders fully (let them all die) or if they would do something. Making saving Amane the proof that Es isn’t the perfect attack dog they want them to be.

[taniahylian]

Read my new Sonetilda one-shot here!

Summary: Sonneto's incantations need the right verse to work; a piece of poetry that truly touches her heart. However, when she finds a small poem written in French and asks Matilda to translate it for her, the poor duckling finds herself in quite a pickle.

[lu-lul]

I’m super bored to so I wanna introduce my kins further!!

Fickins all follow a set of head canons!

Vertin (Reverse 1999): hazel blue eyes light tan skin color!

Cassidy (FNAF): medium short fluffy dark hair! Missing left eye

Sayaka (Madoka magica): half blind

Jayfeather: super duper long shoulder scar! Shoulder to apart of his legs

Emu otori: light tan skin with freckles ^^ typing quirks! Zhe typez like thiz :3 if you need a translation I will always add one

Asahina mafuyu: glasses

Those are a few of my higher kins :3

Hu tao is my current shift and she has no HCS! she’s one of my lower kins ^^

Also please interact if youre a

Sonneto kinnie (reverse 1999)

Kanade Yoisaki kinnie (project sekai)

[reflectedshine]

hello! if you’re able to, would you be able to create rentry graphics of Pavia in a similar fashion to how you made Sonneto’s? ^_^ thank you so much in advance!

hello, i don't plan on usually answering asks for requests but i wanted to make an exception for this to thank you for being the first request on the blog, and to say that these turned out a little less varied then Sonetto's just because Pavia doesn't have as much art to use, i do hope you like them regardless, and thank you again

[fishermanshook]

Forever Yours (yan!timekeeper x gn!reader)

tw: mentions of kidnapping (ooc as shit)

yan!vertin who, at first, wasn't interested in having a relationship with you that wasn't purely for work reasons. As the timekeeper, she simply just doesn't have the time to support your relationship and it wouldn't be fair to either of you. So, she keeps her head low when the two of you pass by each other. A simple nod and small smile was enough for the both of you as you trekked in different directions.

yan!vertin who starts to see you more often. Not on purpose and certainly is just coincidental that you get put in her group for a mission. Whether it be to stop an accident from taking place or trying to change the past, she finds herself looking for you in her crowd.

yan!vertin who starts to walk by you on purpose now. Doing anything in her power to be able to get to talk to you more. You don't seem to mind though, putting your work on hold just to have a conversation with her. How sweet, she thinks. You have to care, even if it may be only an inch of your heart that does.

yan!vertin who starts taking more of a liking to you. Finding herself stumbling on her words and turning beet red whenever you’re around. Sonneto catches on, as it’s obvious to see what’s happening. But that’s just what she thinks. What she doesn’t know, is that these pure affectionate thoughts she has of you start to turn more obsessive by the second.

yan!vertin who catches herself thinking about you more than she should. It’s becoming a problem and both her and Sonneto know it. Yet, she can’t bring herself to confess, let alone get over you. She’s to scared of rejection, too scared to be left without love again. But the storms coming soon, she better think of something quick.

yan!vertin who explains the situation to you. Saying you must come with her or you and everything and everyone you love will be wiped from existence. Vertin knows you know about the storm, but your knowledge of it is so small that she can design intricate lies that weave into each other like a web. She extends the tragedy to something even more horrifying that at first, she struggles to get you to go. But after a lot of convincing and tears (yours and hers combined), you agree to come with her. Vertin takes your hand in hers and leads you to elsewhere.

yan!vertin who brings you to a different area, and while you're still struggling to wrap your head around everything, you can barely make out the mumble of words coming from behind you.

"I'm so sorry, you'll understand soon."

Before you can comprehend what she means, you black out. You still won't know what she means until you wake from your forced slumber, and find yourself inside of her suitcase. Alone and cold, you wait for her presence.

She's the only person you'll ever see from here on out.

note: happy holidays everyone! enjoy this first (of hopefully many 🤞) reverse 1999 fic! stay safe, love y’all! #vertins wife #i wanna redo my entire blog you guys

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[okiankeno]

Absolutely need to write something about vermin and schneider or matilda and sonneto or just tennant graaaah

[redmaples]

"i'd say, your flute playing makes my weary heart swell! perhaps you should consider becoming a traveling bard as well."

          The bard's presence had long since been heard by Kazuha, and he's only grateful the other let him complete his song. "The compliment is greatly appreciated. However, I believe it is best for me to simply be a wandering traveler and play my flute whenever nature inspires me."

[iloveyanderes]

Tragic lesbians ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......(potential spoilers for reverse 1999 below)

[devolusion-a]

@sonnetos​     /     get over here gayboy

“You know —”  This can only go poorly.  “Last time I saw Xiao, I asked him about you.  His ears turned red.”  She grins, leaning nearer, smug in the extreme.  “Don’t suppose you’d know anything about that?”

[dandelionne]

@sonnetos​​ : ‘ don’t be a stranger. ’ |  * don’t starters

     THERE WAS SOMETHING different about this bard, although she could not quite place what it was. she had heard him play as she was passing by, finishing an early evening patrol. as the citizens of mondstadt were returning home for the night, she was turning right back towards the knights of favonius headquarters, intent on finishing the paperwork that she had set aside in order to do a final walk through the streets. she had only intended to hear the end of the song he’d been playing, but the beginning notes of the next had stopped her.

     SHE RECOGNIZED IT immediately. as a child her mother had forced her to learn many ballads. it was part of her training, for a knight was meant to know more than just combat, & jean had been nothing if not an eager pupil. the memories of those days came back to her then, of memorizing the words underneath a tree in windrise on a warm day, largely left to her own studies. relaxed & slightly drowsy, these were the moments where she had found peace. 

     THE SONG ENDED, reminding jean that she was no longer that training child, the one reaching for a dream connected to a legacy that still seemed too grand. she was the acting grand master, the dandelion knight, an accomplished symbol. but, just for a moment, she had forgotten all of it. 

     STEPPING FORWARD, SHE gave the bard what one might consider a generous amount of mora for his perfomance. &, though she wanted to speak up, to tell him how the performance had moved her, she couldn’t find the words ( or the courage ). luckily, he spoke first, eliminating the need.

     don’t be a stranger.

     ON THE SURFACE, the call seemed like nothing more than the end of a transaction–––– a performer asking a generous customer to return–––– but, there was something behind his smile, a mischievousness in his eyes, as if he’d known what he’d done. but, certainly, that was impossible, she was sure of it.

     ❝ of course. ❞

     WITH A GENTLE nod of her head, she offered a smile in return. this bard had gotten her attention for sure, & there were questions that she’d certainly like answered. &, should her inquiries lead her nowhere, then she would have an opportunity to hear another song.

    ❝ i look forward to hearing you play again. ❞

[heartblown]

@sonnetos​​ asked: ❝ just make sure it rhymes. ❞ || earl prompts - accepting !!

“ what the hell rhymes with albedo ?? ” she laments, tucking a pencil behind her ear to communicate unimpeded (alice has an awful habit of absolutely launching anything small enough to throw when she gets enthusiastic). they’ve been at this for hours, and venti was only becoming more and more unhelpful.

she’s got a list of words that she’s been told rhyme slightly to the right of her main draft, of anything that ended with ‘edo’. it only has ‘credo’ and ‘teredo’ on it, because their life was an absolute nightmare and why did she decided to make a song for each of her kids. and why was it so much easier to come up with songs for klee ??

more importantly, would albedo care if she changed their name, just a little bit ?? at this point it was an option she had to consider. something to bother rhinedóttir about in her next letter, which alice will begin after they finish this verse. at least venti had agreed to set it to music for only a bottle of dandelion wine — she was loathe to let any of mondstadt’s other bards come within twenty meters of her, for what they figured were obvious reasons. alice fingerspells, “ e-g-o ?? w-e d-o ?? ”

[ahlite-a]

@sonnetos : “  everyone keeps asking how i’m doing but— you’re the only person i really feel like i can talk to.  ” :(     /     accepting.

Is she a horrible, selfish thing?  She feels it, suddenly, coming close after her quiet joy (  and relief, desperate relief, the knowledge that these words and this show of trust will keep her alive for a while  ) at her best friend’s soft confession.  She is not happy that he is hurting, nor that he feels like their other friends cannot be confided to.  But she is happy that he trusts her / that he loves her, because they must love her to say this.

Is she a horrible, selfish thing?  She is so, so sorry that something off in her chest, the always - there anxiety / sense of being wrong / sense of dying dying dying dead settles as her hand moves to wrap around his shoulder, to tug him to lean into her side while she does the same.  It’s a late night, the moon high and streets empty, sitting inside the palms of the statue wearing a face that isn’t his.  She is sorry, freckles glowing faintly in the dark.  She is sorry, and she loves them.  She is sorry, that most days she doesn’t feel anything anymore, and she is sorry for knowing that this makes her feel loved and she’s so desperate to feel anything that she’ll take it.

Lumine’s head tucks beneath theirs, against their collarbone, and he feels Venti wrap an arm around him, hand settling on his waist.  Their head leans against his.  Touch.  It’s quiet, when Lumine responds with, “then talk.”

They will never be skilled with words like he is.  They will never speak in poetry, and it will never be natural show love with words.  But they know that words matter to them, and they love them, and even if Lumine cannot respond the way he needs, they can at least listen.

Are they a horrible, selfish thing?  Maybe.  But if they can help their best friend, maybe they’re allowed to be.

“I’m here,” they whisper, and when the bard’s grip on them tightens imperceptibly, their hold on him does the same.  “I’m here.”