#Зима reverse 1999

[loser-man-central]

My wife has a murderous puppy dog boyfriend

I apporve of their relationship

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#zima reverse 1999 #зима reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 #pavia

[bagel-boy-sama]

Uh oh.

Guess who's down bad for the really sleepy man again?

Help.

HE'S SO PRETTY???? AND THE NOT BEING GOOD AT SPEAKING WHEN NOT SPEAKING RUSSIAN IS EGEFNNDNDNSNE

love him. Would die for him. He needs a nap.

зима bestest man. Told be to stop writing if I didn't want to write. Words I need to hear daily.

#reverse 1999 #зима reverse 1999

[kaytub]

зима from reverse 1999 cuz I'm obsessed w him

#reverse 1999 #winter reverse 1999 #зима reverse 1999 #fanart #art #i love him so much #long tailed tit

[yuellii]

“ The... inspiration always comes at night... till now. ” — zima / gn reader, for @st-pavlov-foundation winter event

Day 18 — Sweaters / Blankets

“There’s… snow,” says he.

His nose scrunches up as a snowflake tickles his skin upon its wake, and almost instinctively does he bury half his face under his scarf. And that’s when the presence of his garment makes him realize that it is something you lack—a source of warmth to shield you from this growing cold. Zima hurries to push you back inside, shutting the door in a panic.

He’s only recently begun to become considerate.

Twenty-nine years of being beguiled by Earth’s nature, and yet it’s taken him this long to truly notice the little things. Little things, such as the slight goosebumps lining your arms, or the pajamas you still wore, or the lack of warm clothing on your body. Years ago, he might’ve not noticed how warm he was compared to you, or even how your neck did not carry a scarf like he did. He might’ve been inconsiderate.

“The first snowfall,” you hush excitedly nevertheless. “No wonder it’s colder now, even inside.”

You shiver from an opened window, and he stays silent, the slightest of pouts ghosting upon the line of his lips. That was when you almost toppled over, a sudden weight dropping down on your shoulders with no remorse as a spread of heat enveloped the back of your body. It seemed almost like an attack if not for the scent of pine filling your nostrils, as well as the pale arms that carelessly dropped the coat onto you.

( Good intentions, truly—but that execution of his might’ve been terrible. He’s certainly more observant than he was before, but there might be a few more things he still needs to learn… )

Your hand dashed to your shoulders to quickly catch the top of the coat before it slid off your body, Zima not realizing he actually had to adjust the piece of clothing before leaving it on you. The shyness of his fingertips proved hesitant as they stuttered in its movements just to help you; he only figured the warmth of his coat would help you, but only ended up cursing himself for not anticipating this drawback.

“But,” you muttered closer to him, burying half your face onto the top lining of his coat, “Won’t you be cold?”

( His heartstrings strum, just an ever-so slight melody in the air. It’s as he buries half his face in his scarf, just as you do the same in his coat. You’re matching. He finds his lips smiling inside his scarf. )

He hums in incoherent thoughts, muffled words reassuring, “‘M fine… I’m… Used to snow.”

Zima catches your eyes lower to the flush of his cheeks. He wonders what you’re thinking about. Surely, it’s something more interesting than him.

“Let’s get blankets and hot chocolate?” you propose.

“Hm?”

“So that we’re both warm.” There’s a smile on your face: One that he can see clearly from your eyes alone, and not your lips that still his themselves under his coat. He’s never thought a person could smile like that before. He needs to write this down.

But he stays silent, stringing words of rhyme and of natures in love that you’ve so dangerously planted in his mind. And he blanks out, comfortably indeed, mindlessly allowing you to pull him along as you prepare blankets and hot chocolate mugs for him to learn even more about warmth.

This blanket… It suddenly felt lovelier shared with you.

#st. pavlov foundation #зима x reader #zima x reader #reverse 1999 x reader #зима reverse 1999 #зима #zima #reverse 1999

[julyforest0o]

oh, those russians...

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[39raccoons]

save me another gacha game another gacha game save me

#reverse 1999 #arknights #zima reverse 1999 #zima arknights #зима reverse 1999 #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #illustration #digital art #fanart

[spiritual-turg]

I miss my wife, tails

i love my wife so much

#a post #art #i havent drawn him in awhile #i miss him so much #loml #Зима reverse 1999 #зима #zima reverse 1999 #zima #my wife #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 fanart

[lance-rayne]

art dump

i have a severe brain rot with Pavia, in case you can’t tell

pardon my unstable art style

featuring Zima as well

p.s anyone interested in my R1999 OC?

#my art #pavia #pavia reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 #zima #зима #зима reverse 1999

[juthemagicalclown]

reverse: 1999's logic :

teenagers : working for the government, fighting against the government, killing people, talking to dead people, etc.

a 29 year old russian, literally the oldest non-supernatural character we know of : silly poet befriending birds and wondering why does it rain??

#this is a joke #please dont come at me #i know he's literally exiled #anyways i love Зима #зима #зима reverse 1999 #zima #zima reverse 1999 #reverse 1999

[normiree]

"Do you ever wonder why it rains?"

#Guess who's getting into another gacha? #also I am just a little obsessed #just a little #Random character: *has anything to do with rain* #Me: I'll die for you #I'm not predictable at all shut up >:( #helps that I'm learning russian rn so I practice by translating his dialogue #is playing gacha secretly an academic endeavor?🤔🤔🤔 #His dialogue for entering a team is “Can I.. not?” which is so funny to me #like me too #the amount of tags is getting out of hand #anyways #reverse 1999 #re1999 #зима #зима reverse 1999 #zima reverse 1999 #fanart #reverse 1999 fanart

[rantane]

Zima art help me he's so u he shsushishsushsjshhs

#reverse 1999 #zima reverse 1999 #r1999 #not rantaro related #Зима #Зима reverse 1999

[magical-regical]

I unlocked his monologue and idk why I only thought of this but it's funny so why not

What if зима is the name of the bird on his shoulder and not the guy? So the voice line "зима is... ebullient" is actually him (the poet) describing how his bird is like "yes, mordoor"

#reverse 1999 #zima reverse 1999 #зима reverse 1999 #зима

[bagel-boy-sama]

Being very normal about Zima and can I just say the entire, "Poetry exists for itself, whether or not others know it." Is such a cool theme. Also, for Zima specifically and his exile, it is extremely interesting.

You can see it really clearly two times, in the item description for Κλειώ (Clio) and in A Free Heart.

In Clio it reads, "Used by the owner extravagantly, both the paper and the quill wore out very quickly. After the owner moved to the exile land, replenishing this set of tools was no longer a possibility. Thus, the vast, pale snow became his paper. Thankfully, he never had the habit of preserving his work."

(Side note having Clio, whose entire thing in Greek mythology being around celebrating, preservation, and honoring great works, be the namesake for something talking about how that does not matter is. It makes me so happy. Me when parallels. The writers are giant nerds and I say that with so much love.)

The second time it can be seen is in A Free Heart as it reads, "Do poems belong to parchment? Do poems belong to walnut shell and ink? Do poems belong to the nobles and the king? No, said the snowy night, poems just belong to themselves."

For this specific one I think that poems is talking both about well... poems, but it is also talking about poets - specifically Zima. It is titled "A Free Heart", and it seems that being able to let go of any preservation entirely, not having to record anything, is freeing.

Also, I find it very interesting when you think about the Timekeeper and how that entire job is about recording. A lot of Reverse 1999 is about how remembering the past, its art, its people, its oranges is important. Having a viewpoint in game that is entirely contrary to that (in a not evil organization way), that things exist for the sake of it, and nothing is lost when they can no longer be seen or remembered is. Nice. It is very cool. There is no point to this post I just think it's interesting.

#Zima reverse 1999 #зима reverse 1999 #Reverse 1999 #i am so normal thanks for asking

[tmcnart]

"Зима is... ebullient."

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[yuellii]

could you maybe write something with zima/зима :3? i loved your writings with neuvilette!!!!

“ Now... now I'm going out for a walk... The moonlight is... beautiful... It's good for writing... Maybe... you should try to write a poem too. ” — zima / gn reader

There’s a particular silence in the air in which you have yet to get accustomed to; but for Zima, it was his comfortably preferred state of existence.

He does not speak a word to you in the middle of this cold expanse, the top of his cheeks a snowy pink hue as the bottom half of his face is buried warm under the top of his coat. This old, stone bridge was icy, yet it was glimmering under the brilliant moonlight. A mere simplicity his eyes followed—from the cracks of stone to the sightless ocean, from the ocean to the cloudless sky, and from the sky to the lonely moon. A serenity that encompassed nature; also only a serenity that encompassed you.

You, who encompassed his blanking mind of ethereal solace no poet could ever portray.

Due to his nature of silence, though it does not register to him—perhaps it does not occur to you how lines and lines of the prettiest sentences form in his head just at the sight of you, nor the penmanship inking the inner folds of his sleeves. They were stained with all the words he can think of to describe you, and all the rhyming lines that rivaled you to the royalty and to the heavens. He was quite dramatic at heart… But you didn’t need to know that.

No, not when he can barely form words around you. Not when sometimes, he has too many words to say and he cannot speak a single one of them. Not when you cloud his thoughts with foreign phrases—so admirably, and so helplessly lovestruck in analogy—he can’t even begin to try and translate to English. And so he keeps his mouth shut under his coat, choosing a silence he knows so well.

He sees you stop at the top of the bridge from his peripherals, halting in his steps to join as you stare out into the moonlit ocean. You were just as cold as he was—he could see it in the crinkle of your eyes; but when your head leans to rest on his arm, there’s a beating of his heart that makes him feel warmer than a fire.

“Are you cold?” you ask, gently like the brushing waves below.

“…No.”

It’s so artful, painfully woven like ribbon around his eyes, like he’s blinded by your brilliance in rivalry to the moon. Any poet would kill for a muse like you.

Yet, he still can’t find the words.

Maybe one day, he’ll be able to ink something. Maybe one day, his pen will be able to form something as beautiful as you are. But for now, in this present moment ( from the moon, to the stars, to the ocean, and to the ever-gleaming ice framing perfectly around the Earth ), even all nature were utterly minuscule to the way he thought of you.

🕰️ ;; thankyew anon for liking all my neuvillette fics because i hope they are clear to show how absolutely deranged and delusional i am over him ( insanity )

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[xxcrescent-miragexx]

Зима appreciation post

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