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// Hello I’m alive again :) Been a rough past few months, I apologize for my absence!! I hope everyone is doing well

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// Safin definitely fits into the endless villain monologue trope (that’s basically canon). Like, he will totally waste time or lose the upper hand in a situation because he’s just giving exposition about some abstract concept lmfao 😭 😭 😭

And it’s not really because he’s super full of himself or anything, it’s just that he’s spent so much time analyzing all of his own actions. He has justified them to himself in his own way, and speaking about it aloud sort of solidifies that for him. His own warped sense of reasoning is what allows him to do terrible things and still sleep at night. He wants you to know that he has thought about it and “no i am not in the wrong you just aren’t thinking about it hard enough here let me explain for 20 minutes why this is fine”

Most of his made-up logic behind why he does awful things is totally immoral and straight up false but he’s kind of delusional enough to not really realize his faults

Bro will kill hundreds of innocents and be like “oops anyways guys it’s ok i had a good reason ❤️ why are u still mad at me”

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living ghost

WORDS: ghost result of your role in the magic forest cinematic universe quiz by sikenpilled // ghost result of what classic monster are you quiz by lichfucker // God gave the desert too many teeth by R. Wright // by postbrat // Buffet Etiquette by Hieu Minh Nguyen // a certain coldness known to jellyfish, ghosts, and me by lissar

ART: winter ghosts by Sean Fitzgerald // while you are sleeping by Christina Bothwell //thoughts flow by ursminor // ghosts of you and me by Kim Dorland

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MY BEAUTIFUL PROOF LIES ALL IN RUINS.

Headcanon ; a  ( somewhat )  brief explanation on the work and pursuits of safin’s family

1960s: The birth of a pharmaceutical enterprise nurtured in the city of Kazan's lively industry was promising as soon as it was conceived. Gostan Safin, a young and passionate chemist, had built up a chemical enterprise after the ban on the private business sector in the USSR was lifted in 1964, leaving the field in shambles. Though it was a legitimate production cooperative on paper, much of Gostan's association thrived on the  shadow economy and black market  that had quickly inflated during the ten years that the private ban was in place. Gostan worked with other individual entrepreneurs in this cooperation and refined raw materials to be sold back to the state. The enterprise was unique in that it saw the product move through its entire life cycle: from the germination, growth and harvesting of the source plants to their refinement into several products of various uses.

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1970s: The enterprise quickly rose to high prominence and prospered financially during its early years in the Brezhnev Era. Soon enough, due to policy changes, national stagnation kicked off in 1975 and Gostan and his associates made the move to begin producing not only medicines but now bio-weaponry for the state. This decision was made after they saw that the industry had been prioritised and military spending was  skyrocketing  as the Cold War continued. This is where he made most of his profit — chemical warfare. Around this time Safin began supplying SPECTRE, an international terrorist organisation, with various poisons and chemical products.

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1980s: By the time Lyutsifer was a young child, the Soviet economy had taken a  drastic  dip to rock bottom. Failed reforms and political turmoil saw the USSR in its Era of Stagnation. Times were tough for the Soviet people, though it was especially difficult for industries that hadn't capitalised off the spike in arms and heavy industry demand. The enterprise's profits slowed, but, fortunately, it survived off its various connections as a weaponry supplier.

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1990s: The USSR's turbulent history came to an end in 1991. The Russian Federation took its place and immediately began moving towards a market economy once again. Foreign trade was properly reinstated and the privatisation of state enterprises completely changed how the new Russian society would function. Assassinations and corruption became commonplace in Russian businesses after state enterprise stocks were released, essentially redirecting large sums of money that had once belonged to the community into the hands of a  select few people. Gostan's former partners whom had primarily been involved with the business in order to avoid being prosecuted by the Soviet government seemed to either mysteriously fall ill or leave the country, fading into the background and leaving one man as the victor. Safin maintained his  iron grip  on the enterprise and remained in his position as the sole executive, immediately buying out the now available stocks and investing in foreign assets and watching as profits soared. Many of his produced poisons were used by the state in assassinations and cover-ups that occurred around this time of uncertainty.

Though profits were at an  all-time high, inflation in Russia was as well. Gostan had become somewhat of a business oligarch, leading the chemical industry in Russia as profits landed in the billions and found himself with more power and influence than he  had ever thought possible. Unfortunately, his reign came to a swift end as he and the majority of his family were killed by SPECTRE with poisons of his own creation under  Ernst Blofeld's  command in 1994. The murders were painted publicly as an accident, and Lyutsifer was left seriously damaged and hospitalized — the only one alive.

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2000s: Lyutsifer Gostanovna Safin, having been sixteen at the time of the incident and hospitalized for nearly the entire year of 1995, was in no shape to continue his father's legacy, so it sat in limbo. Having been the youngest of four, he was never prepared for such a task, aspiring towards more academic and humanistic pursuits under the assumption that his older brother, Vadim, would take over the company when it was time. Unfortunately, it seemed that if Lyutsifer didn't take up his father's enterprise, the assets would be lost to someone else, essentially ruining what his family had dedicated their lives to. Pressured by this, in 2001 at the age of twenty - three he had formally become the company's overseer, just as his father had been.

It was obvious that running his father's company had  never been his desire,  and the enterprise adopted a group-based administration in order to let it function more autonomously. Investments were put back into chemical warfare and quietly produced for multiple foreign powers. All ties were cut with SPECTRE and it seemed that Lyutsifer had decided to cease any sort of involvement with the group. Their conflict would remain a secret.

Despite his introverted and idiosyncratic nature, the youngest Safin proved himself to be a calculated and effective businessman. His father had been a charismatic socialite, and it was to that of which he owed much of his success. He knew how to lead a group and turn a deal in his favour. His son would take an approach with less of a social factor, running the company covertly and making appearances only when it was needed. Instead of being respected for his confidence and likeable nature akin to the man before him, he was a  quiet leader;  not a necessarily meek one, but a sort of unseen draconian power that commanded silent respect.

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TRY AS HE MIGHT TO IGNORE IT ; THERE WAS A SINISTER FAMILIARITY TO SAFIN THAT HE HAD EXPERIENCED ONE BEFORE. A sense of understanding the 00 was reluctant to touch. He had felt such a thing during his time with Raoul Silva. With Silva it had been much more pronounced however ; like looking into the mirror of his future after realising he was expendable. With Safin , it was a little different. THIS WAS THE VERY THING HE WOULD NOT BECOME. He might have been on the path to it once. Angry , bitter. Vengeful. Such intense emotions had no place in a 00′s world but James had felt them , as much as he hated to admit it.

‘James’. He thinks he much prefers being called Bond - there’s a sense of vulnerability with his first name he doesn’t like , an intimacy as if they were friends. IF IT WAS USED TO GET UNDER HIS SKIN , SAFIN HAS CERTAINLY SUCCEEDED. “Men who murder. Do you think us to be the same?” An eyebrow quirks. “Every now and again to keep the world moving - to save the lives of millions , a trigger has to be pulled. I’d say that’s a fair cry from chemical warfare , wouldn’t you?” HERAKLES NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN CREATED. Damn M! damn his arrogance. “I imagine it’s likely to end the same way for me as it did for my father , but i’ve learned to live with it if it keeps men like you from taking the lives of millions simply because you had a difficult childhood.” His hand tightens on his own gun , ready to move as quickly as his injured body enabled him , when needed.

Through  some  sort  of  sick  rationale    and  warped  idea  of  individual  values,  he  did  think  the  both  of  them  to  be  the  same,  in  a  way.  He  could  tell  that  Bond  knew  it,  too.  A  begrudgingly  shared  understanding  that  the  other  did  not  seem  too  keen  on  discussing.  The  two  had  gone  down  paths  that  looked  drastically  different  from  the  perspective  on  an  onlooker,  but  he  truly  believed  that  they  were  more  intertwined  than  they  seemed.  Frustratingly,  the  man  in  front  of  him  seemed  to  have  a  lot  that  Safin  hadn't  been  able  to  obtain  himself.  Though  he  would  never  admit  it,  there  was  a  deep  sense  of  envy  he  felt  for  Bond.

A  CERTAIN  GREEN  -  EYED  JEALOUSY  THAT  WANTED  HIS  HEAD  ON  A  STICK.

His  carefully  composed  demeanour  seemed  to  falter  for  just  a  short  moment  at  the  other's    grossly    watered  down  claim  about  his  motivations,  jaw  visibly  clenching  and  eyes  narrowing  in  disdain.  That  was  what  he  thought  it  was:  a  difficult  childhood?  That  wasn't  all  it  was.  It  couldn't  be.  Even  the  thought  of  entertaining  such  an  idea  made  him  feel  increasingly  sick  —  and  hateful.  Without  a  word,  the  trigger  was  pulled  and  a  shot  rang  out,  the  deafening  echo  filling  the  surrounding  concrete  maze.

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// hii sorry i’ve been lurking the dash and scheming evilly lately. i’m still here and reading everything but.

i started new anti-psychotic meds (blah) and they’re making me feel like a zombie. also starting a summer tech course i really wanted to get into (wooo) so. anyways yeah those r the updates for today lmfao

i have stuff i’m writing it’s just taking 10x longer than it would usually

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The  chemist  was  no  stranger  to  comments  like  that  of  which  the  Brit  spat  at  him;  a  short  quip  on  the  latter's  lack  of  understanding  for  'men  like  him'  was  all  too  familiar.  Whether  it  was  in  a  business  setting  or  a  'business'  setting  such  as  this,  underhanded  slights  about  his  drive  and  ambition  were  commonplace  in  discussion.  All  it  garnered  from  Safin  anymore  was  a  displeased  sigh  as  if  a  slight  inconvenience  had  occurred.  As  he  listened  to  the  ramblings  of  a  bleeding  man,  a  final  statement  from  Bond  on  the  matter  caught  his  attention.

" Your  words  shock  me,  James."  Catching  007  in  hallway  was  both  a  blessing  and  a  curse.  A  careful  hand  worn  by  years  of  chemical  exposures  rested  firmly  on  a  sleek  handgun  acting  as  an  extension  of  himself,  the  only  thing  between  him  and  his  adversary.  A  lifeline.  "Men  who  murder  typically  understand  the  importance  of  control  greater  than  anyone."  A  man  with  a  reputation  like  James'  surely  had  a  unique  relationship  with  control  of  his  own.

A  small  exhale  of  amusement  followed  the  injured  man's  threat.  "And  you  believe  it  will  end  well  for  you?" 

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      “I don’t understand men like you - this need to play god.” James spits , blood dripping down his chin. HE’S SLUMPED AGAINST A WALL , TRYING TO GET HIS HEAD STRAIGHT. Chance would be a fine bloody thing. “It must be exhausting , the need to be in control of everything , can’t imagine it.” Yet ; if he gave it enough thought , wasn’t that what James did himself? deciding who lived and who died? it’s not a comparison he likes as true as it might be.             “It won’t end well for you unfortunately , it never does. If it isn’t me that takes the shot it will be someone else.” 00′S HAVE ALWAYS BEEN EXPENDABLE UNFORTUNATLEY. A harsh lesson he’d had to learn whilst on a train fighting for a measly list. The scar on his shoulder still twinges now and again.

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I took so long to actually get to writing but I feel settled enough now !!

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﹆  GOD  KILLS  INDISCRIMINATELY  AND  SO  SHALL  WE.

Independent  &&  private  heavily  headcanon  —  based  LYUTSIFER  SAFIN  from  No  Time  to  Die  ( 2021 )  by  Foxglove  (  21+,  he/any,  AST  )  .    18+

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// Definitely a villain trope to give said character some sort of facial scar(s) / disfigurement and I think that whole narrative is interesting, to say the least.

Obviously speaking in reference to Safin. In my research on TCDD dioxin poisoning and its effects I saw a LOT of realllllyyyy sketchy articles about Viktor Yushchenko insulting his literal face in like actual news articles? Just reminds me of things I saw about Safin’s chemical burns and how “”ugly they are and they shouldn’t have been added””. Like bro what are people on. They had to be added for continuity. Also I think it would add some interesting points in his personal narrative u know. He has scars and he never will not <3

Why are people so shitty about these things. Not everyone has to be the most conventionally attractive person ever that’s so lame. Ok rant over I was just seething over Beauty Standards (TM)

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Weirdly, I’ve always been more drawn to villains.

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// I know literally nothing about GIF editing and I need to learn because I just spent over an hour in photoshop trying to figure out frame animations and video asset exporting and got nowhere

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// youtube knows me, it keeps recommending me bond-related videos and actor interviews and they know goddamn well it’s all i can think about lately

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// I barely have any mutuals on here yet but. Sorry for being MIA I literally spent like 2 days trying to work on Safin’s doc but i just kept zoning out 😭 I spent like an entire night reading about the effects of dioxin poisoning but i got no actual work done until now... I love having the worst attention span ever

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"Douleur" - Tomb of Robert Didsbury in the Montmartre Cemetery, Paris.