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[kim-soleum-always-works]

Baek Saheon's relationship with Soleum in Pt3. An Analysis. Spoilers up to Ch395

How does Saheon view Kim Soleum?

(Quick Note. When I refer to Soleum is when I refer to the person Kim Soleum as a whole. When I refer to the Psychopath, I'm specifically referring to Soleums personality/act of a psychopath in front of Saheon.)

Let's start with a quick summary of what I think and then go into deeper analysis.

Generally I believe Saheon treats Soleum as the Agent and NOT the Psychopath. In fact Saheon seems to be trying to prove that the personality of the Psychopath was never real and that the Agent was the real Soleum underneath the Psychopath

However those are just my general feelings and can easily be proven true with an explanation of this line

But thats a more simple analysis/theory for another post. For this post I want to go line by line and try to analyze Sahoeuns current mindset. So lets begin shall we?

(Quick Note: I am doing this analysis while having reviewed all Agent and Saheon scenes minus the initial Jisan Village scene. I have not reviewed the Psychopath and Saheon scenes for this analysis and am relying off of memory. If I make a mistake regarding the Psychopath feel free to inform me.)

Ch392

In this chapter Saheon seems generally uncertain on how to treat Soleum. Whether to treat him as the Psychopath who he dislikes and tormented him or the Agent who he deeply cares about.

First off Soleums begins acting as the Psychopath. Instinctually l suppose since he makes an active effort to NOT act like the Psychopath or aggravate Saheon later on.

Sharp, cold, unpredictable. I'm pretty sure I don't need to pull up proof to say this is exactly how the Psychopath behaves.

Now for how Saheon behaves. First we can deduce from his actions that he's gotten some sort of inspiration from the Psychopath act in his own behavior. Finding control in being unpredictable. We can see it in The Researchers comments later in the chapter

We can see that when he needs to gain control over a situation he suddenly behaves in a fairly threatening and intimidating fashion. As shown when he heard a commotion, despite his previous friendly behavior.

And he continues this attitude in an attempt to get him and Soleum to speak privately.

He's seemingly grown a lot since we last saw him. He seems to be more confident and self assured. He's clearly confused on Soleums presence here. And yet....

He flinches. Mr. Four years of experience, HQ representative, Section Chief flinches. At a worker who has as much value as an expensive lab rat. A worker whose currently beaten the hell up and soaked to the bone. He flinches.

Shows he's quite shaken by the Psychopath to the point where one single word causes him to flinch. Yet his next actions don't seem to align with his behavior towards the Psychopath at all...

First this line. Where he speaks in what appears to be a more worried and confused tone despite starting with an accusation. The accusation matching his history towards the Psychopath but his general tone and worry aligns with how he treats the Agent. Which you can see reflected in his reunion with the Agent after nearly a year.

Matching the tone of accusation combined with worry.

Which then leads to the next line. A line again matching the dynamic between the Agent and Saheon

Where he directly attacks Soleum though he clearly doesn't mean much by it. Its just an honest thought. A thought which he definitly wouldn't feel safe enough to say to the Psychopath, but something we've been shown he feels safe enough to do with the Agent

And the next line

Now i'm not too sure about this line. Sneering, mockery. Generally seems to line up with his dislike for the Psychopath. And yet it's been shown he never behaves that way with the Psychopath. He doesn't feel safe enough to. Behaving like that is a risk he isn't willing to take. But yk when he has been sneering and full of mockery?

When he found the Agent as a collapsed lump of a human body. Another position where he found Soleum as injured. Food for thought.

The next line is a line matching neither Psychopath nor Agent

This one actively refers to his history and assumptions of Soleum with the "are you living like this to avoid being noticed?". His worry lines up with his feelings on the Agent but he's never spoken to the agent like this. He's been annoyed by the Agents incompetence and treated him like he's stupid but he's not spoken with this cool and detached tone.

He also hasn't behaved like this with the Psychopath. Never been worried about him or been so condescending towards him as far as I remember. This appears to be a mix. Where he treats him like the Agent with the awareness that this is Kim Soleum. The Psychopath. Could also be due to his newfound confidence as Section Chief? The next line implies it could be both.

He seems to be shifting more towards an attitude he would direct towards the Psychopath. Attempting to hoard power over him and take advantage of that. But not to the full extent he has before. Here he only seems to want to make the hierarchy clear. He even seems to be mimicking the way the Psychopath used to speak to him. Making the other feel lower and correcting their attitude.

And Soleums next line encourages his perception that this is the Psychopath. Not the Agent

Mostly in the unpredictability. Matches in the way the Psychopath would talk. Answering in what appears to be a random and inconsistent manner, catching Saheon off guard. Saheon seems to be upset by this before moving on.

Once more we seem to be lining up with his behavior towards the Agent. Aside from his comment of "did you lose it all to gambling or smth?" Which directly alludes to his thoughts and perceptions of Soleum, his behavior aligns with that of the Agent

Whenever the Agent mentions something bad happening to him, Saheon will suddenly go quiet. Which matches up with his behavior in Part 3. Then he seems to be going back into the strange mix of attitudes

Where he wouldn't act like this with the Psychopath because he doesn't care to help him. But he also doesnt act like this with the Agent. Because he never cared to hold power over the Agent like wanted to with the Psychopath. A mix of behaviors.

Until suddenly Soleum says this. And Saheon flinches for a different reason.

and this is immiedatly reminiscent of two pf the Agents behaviors.

1. The Agents insistence that he will not threaten him.

Okay so apparently I ran out of images pls hold ☝️

I will continue in a reblog

[cataractcamelot]

The lover that came at kse's call... Eurydice and Orpheus?

[cataractcamelot]

Bill Cipher, on the verge of being defeated by Stanley and Stanford Pines, manages to pull one last hurrah on Stanley before his timely demise, taking the human with him in the last moments of his life.

In other news, Stanley Pines dies and reincarnates into The Duchess Approves. It only gets more melodramatic from here.

[cataractcamelot]

Okay bad news this is 1.7k I'm putting ts under the read more

A Leading Expert - A Study Of Resonance

It is a dreary day, raining gloomily under the heavy clouds that shade the earth beneath it a lifeless grey that Severus Snape pauses by a certain room, down the hall between the upstairs bathroom and his own bedroom.

It does not help that the house is unusually quiet—though it tends to be a more silent home when it’s occupants happen to be of the more quiet, studious types, and Severus had long been left behind by any neighbours that could remain in the area. He does not truly intend to pause, but it is of notice to him that the entrance is a little open where the others are closed; the sounds that he hears escape past the door sound an awful lot like humming, which is…rather joyous of the only person who might feasibly be using that room. 

“…”

He finds his footsteps faltering as he passes by. He was initially here to pick something up that he left upstairs, and the action of using an accio to retrieve the item seems…not quite wasteful, but a waste of his legs who were glued to the downstairs potion room, of which Severus can tell need the exercise every now and then. He is used to being forced to remain in a single spot for numerous hours at a time, but with the freedom of his own pursuits to find and the consistent sluggardness of time, doing something refreshing every now and then is appreciated by his mind, even if refreshing can be compared to getting up and picking something up from the upstairs, rather than spelling it to him. 

Severus finds himself at the crack of the open door, his body hiding behind the shadow of the room’s lamplight like a fiend in fear of the daylight. The man on the other side hums a song slowly under his breath…is that Celestina Warbeck he hears from the other man’s mouth?

He…finds that he doesn’t want to bother him. Undoubtedly he will cease humming, and whatever pleasant mood the man might be in will wilt as Severus comes to infringe on his workspace. The man is halfway through his twenties, and with him is a youthful countenance, if his continued singing is of any note. 

The singing pauses. Severus looks down, and finds that he has not stepped on a creaky board nor had accidentally touched the door. 

The room goes eerily silent, and it comes to him that this situation is far too familiar to him. His breaths are impossibly quiet, and his body leans towards the door as his hand reaches for his—this will not do. Before Percy can start hexing the door and right through it, Severus bites the bullet and knocks on the door, wincing at its volume.

“It is me, Percy. Lower your wand.” His voice is faintly hoarse, not to a concerning extent, but still far too much for what Severus rather wishes he says with instead. 

The door on the other side quiets once more. And when Severus thinks for a short moment that he’s going to hear the other man growl out a question to verify his identity, he chuckles, leaving Severus in pause. 

There are footsteps, and before Severus can even consider turning around to leave the door is swung open, and with errant strands of hair covering his eyes, glasses a smidge bit too loose on the nose, the visage of Percy Weasley-Prewett greets him with a goofy smile. 

“Hullo, Severus. How long have you been there, shadowing my door?”

The other man is in a very visibly good mood, and the tone of his words lean more on teasing rather than anything else, so Severus forces himself to relax and answer in kind. He resolutely doesn’t think about that moment that happened less than a minute ago. 

“Not for long, if you will believe it. I only meant to pass by this room, after all.”

Percy grins. “Am I not worth a visit, then? Don’t tense up like so, Severus, I was only joking.” Severus hadn’t been aware that he had in fact stiffened once more; Morgana forbid it take four years since the war to make him rusty. “Aren’t you busy with your projects downstairs? Something you forgot?”

“It’s good to stretch your legs every now and then, from what I gather.” Severus gestures towards the clock, because Percy is just as much of an offender in this particular violation as he is. He would hear it if Percy had come down for a quick snack, after all, and no one has entered the kitchen as far as he could surmise. 

Awfully giddy, Percy doesn’t do something as silly as laugh again, but his smile is amused to say the least. “Perhaps we should go on a walk—when the rain lets up a little, of course. I find myself missing the trails we used to take when we had traversed via mountains and forests before.”

The storm rolls on, as if to remind both Severus and Percy of its existence. Not that he had forgotten, but he turns anyway to regard the lone window in the hallway. It rattles with the winds, but it will hold. Severus had ensured that. 

“When the rain ceases, indeed.” The sound of it was rather enjoyable.

Percy shuffles, moving away from the entrance and holding the door open. “Since you’ve decided to grace me with your presence, allow me to show you what I’ve been working on.”

Severus walks in and the first thing he notices is that the lone desk in Percy’s room holds numerous amounts of notes and stray papers and photos, taped to the walls, pinned to a board, and strewn haphazardly around a leather bound journal. It does not take Severus a significant time to guess what it’s for, and what exactly Percy has been working on, but he approaches the desk to examine the scene closer, where the images of their exploits with the dementors greet him.

Severus’ hand hesitates over a polaroid photo, depicting the back of his own head, ducking under a branch in dimness with his lumos as the only source of light in the general area. “Is this for the study you’re planning to publish soon?”

If Percy was glowing with lackadaisical whimsy, now he was beaming brilliantly like the lamp on his desk. “It is, in fact!” Percy moves next to Severus, gesturing to the group of photos with dementors at the forefront. “There is an awful dearth of study on the soul, you see, and you know quite enough of how difficult it was for me to procure actual, genuine study on the properties of the soul. For something so integral to wizards and muggles alike, there’s a surprising lack of conclusive theories regarding the sense of self. I fear I’m basing a good amount of my study on personal experience, but luckily the freed dementors were kind enough to give me some much needed perspectives on the topic.”

Severus shakes his head, sighing. “How you communicate with the creatures so effectively, I will not fully understand.” It is easy to be humble when it comes to this particular topic, for Severus can truly conclude that Percy is the most learned of the two of them when it comes to the matter of the soul. He has heard of and even met a few of the many who have such unique experiences or understandings on such topics, but none can truly hold a candle to what Percy knows now. The concept of it is somewhat pleasing, though this thought is one that is more difficult to express.

“I would say it was a relationship only we could’ve received ourselves, Severus.” The rain patters on, and Percy is completely unreactive to the howling winds that threaten the windows, and only threaten. “We had greatly assisted in their dilemma, after all, I daresay that there might be very few wizards who could say the same thing right now.”

Severus concurs. “In that way, there is also a very few number of living wizards now that can contest to having significantly aided in ending the war. Not to mention a unique, one of a kind, special Order of M—”

“—Severus, I had hoped you wouldn’t mention that again!” Percy splutters, bumping Severus on the side with a faint guffaw that he cannot help but reciprocate, snickering as Percy complains that he will forever be singled out in the Ministry records; where Severus is one of the many names with an Order of Merlin, First Class, Percy’s name will remain steadfast and alone under a list that was begun four years ago. Percy Weasley-Prewett: Order of the Ministry.

It comes to Severus belatedly while in a debate—that can be described as friendly, though mostly because both Percy and Severus had come to the conclusion that targeting the other would only lead to another fight that would require them to make up sooner or later—that he had momentarily forgotten to return to his project downstairs. It was the whole reason he had arrived here himself, after all. The item he most undoubtedly had forgotten to retrieve was still waiting for him in his room, but all the older man can think about is how he would like to pick it up later, once this debate is over. Once he and Percy has had supper, because the night was fast approaching and Severus had lost track of time. 

When Severus mentions this, Percy perks up at the thought of cooking, and eager to continue where they left off, asks Severus if he can assist in the preparation. In the four years since Percy had lost his magic, the him of now is far more comfortable with his squib-like existence, though he continues to note the inconsistent longing that flashes through his face when magic is displayed before him. Severus flips to a random page in one of the cookbooks they had purchased years ago, and Percy acquiesces to the recommendation. 

“I have forgotten. Weren’t you supposed to pick something up on the way?”

“It is as you say, Percy. I can simply summon it to myself at a later time. Now, how shall we separate the workload for the recipe…?”

The rain is loud against the windows, but Severus spells the glass to muffle the sound of the storm into a more pleasing pitter-patter. The sound of the heavy rain shall not bother the household. This is merely one of the littler promises Severus makes quietly in his heart where no one can whisper within it, hoping against hope that he can keep it—though with Percy speaking his ear off, this one in particular should be relatively easy to follow through on. 

[cataractcamelot]

Guess who reread asor again. You WILL be hearing sevpercy stuff from me tomorrow

[cataractcamelot]

y'all remember that book where the 9-year-old main character was lowk tortured for a bit until she couldn't move her legs anymore? And on the same night this happened a genetically weird grasshopper-cricket thing appeared and sang a song so beautiful that the 12-year-old kid who bullied the 9-year-old main character literally convulsed and screamed because the meanness in him was being like. Eradicated? Does anyone remember that book

[cataractcamelot]

I couldn't save the image due to my phone being half-dead just running the game but OUGHHH THE SINNERS ALL 12 OF THEM IN A ROW OHHH MY GOD YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN IT OUGHHHH MY HEART IS PUSHING ITSELF OUT OF MY CHEST PARENTAL INSTINCTS ARE FLOODING ME LIKE NEVER BEFORE

[sandtastesgreater]

thank you outis

[cataractcamelot]

It's so funny to me that the moment runge tells Eva that he's too busy to go looking for Tenma the universe just goes "fr??" And goes ahead and frees up his whole schedule. Like go, my emotionally constipated and obsessive detective. Go scratch that itch and arrest Dr Tenma. Go apeshit

[toweringclam]

Sinners ranked by how bad a day they were having when they had their ID photo taken

Hong Lu

Truly, a beautiful day.

Don Quixote

The worst thing to happen to her today was the cameraman telling her that she isn't supposed to smile for this.

Ryoshu

Covered in blood. Not sure whose, but it isn't hers. C.B.M.W.

Outis

She woke up this morning and put on her old uniform, ready to face judgement for her many, many war crimes. It's turned out slightly better than expected.

Rodion

Well she WAS having a good day.

Ishmael

Had very different plans for the day that did not involve getting Shanghaied by a shady corporation. I'd be pretty miffed too.

Meursault

Meursault.

Faust

Silently regretting every single decision in her life that led up to this point, and knowing exactly what she could have done differently. Chat is laughing at her. Chat will never stop laughing at her.

Sinclair

Nobody has kicked this puppy yet, but he knows it's coming. He flinches every time someone raises their leg. It's gonna be soon. Any moment now, someone's gonna kick the puppy. He's at the point of hoping he gets kicked just so they can get it over with.

Heathcliff

Now this dog's been kicked. Many, many times. You think that looking this rough would rank him lower, but he's used to it. Getting the shit kicked out of him is a pretty normal day for Heathcliff.

Yi Sang

The world's saddest, wettest man at his saddest and wettest. Wait a minute, why is he so wet? That could seriously skew the results here.

Gregor

He has not had a good day. In fact, he has never had a good day. That is the face of a man who has given up hope of ever having a good day. Every day you meet him is the single worst day of his life. He aspires to having a day that is merely bad.

[carlfernsby]

Fanart for the absolute masterpiece of a fanfiction Study of Resonance by mymovingfingerwrites

Took some artistic liberties depicting the last scene for chap 31 CULMINATION(7/7)

@mymovingfingerwrites

[cataractcamelot]

oh this is beautiful this is gorgeous oh my god you cooked so hard I'm throwing up

[writing-prompt-s]

You were a god of textiles; respected, but generally considered a minor deity. But everything changed when mortals started regularly describing spacetime and reality as a 'fabric'.

[cataractcamelot]

2020-2022 dsmp would've loved this one

[cataractcamelot]

just got out of the ghost story, still gotta work

[rayghosts]

i used to think that agent grapes' clark kent glasses were useless since pretty much every person who saw him could immediately tell that hes kim soleum. but now after reading ch 299 im beginning to think it might have been a useful disguise after all, just not against humans. imagine if he went into a disaster looking like himself and just as hes confronting the big scary monster to rescue the citizen its about to kill, the monster stares at him wide-eyed and goes, "hooooooly heck are you Braun's Friend? from Braun's Late Night Talk Show?" and drops the citizen its holding to take out a Dark Smartphone and ask for a Dark Selfie, meanwhile soleum can feel agent bronze and agent choi staring at him and hes sweating bullets trying to think of how to explain that hes sort of friendly exes with a ghost celebrity who let him appear on his tv show thats famous among ghosts

[retr0classic]

Do you think he still got summoned

[cataractcamelot]

It's hard to explain and hard to visualize rn but. ASOR!Percy's relationship with Severus and Tom reflecting different versions of himself that he elevates or dissipitates depending on the person. I dunno how to explain it idk man.

Severus being someone he trusts the most out of anyone, especially because he 1) knew the truth of his origin earlier and 2) have traumabonded so hard that they can't find true comfort in anyone except each other, and Tom being someone Percy can never trust fully due to being both the manipulative Tom Riddle and the budding Dark Lord. In that same vein, Percy sometimes lies to Severus or straight up does everything except admit the truth, while with Tom everything he says is a calculated truth that cannot be denied and yet is also complete falsehood. Isn't that crazy????

It seems like it but also not?? I'm missing something here but I know it's a step in the right direction. Sevpercy and Tompercy hashtag forever.

[peanutbutershrimp]

love drawing these dudes lol