・。 [ jeong jaehyun . cis man . he/him ] - HARLAN “HARLEY” BYUN was blasting MORNING BLUE BY GIANT ROOKS on the sidewalk in austin today . according to other atx residents , the TWENTY-FIVE year old ILLUSTRATOR + FREELANCE GRAPHIC DESIGNER has been given a reputation of being - JUDGMENTAL , but also + ERUDITE . [ SCATTERED BLOTCHES OF INK FOUND DRIED ACROSS HIS HANDS AT ANY GIVEN TIME, THE LINGERING SCENT OF WARM VANILLA AND LYCHEE, & THE LIGHTENING OF COFFEE WITH ONE TOO MANY CREAMERS ADDED ]
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FULL NAME: harlan byun
NICKNAMES: harley
BIRTHDAY: september 5th, 1998
BIRTHPLACE: anchorage, alaska
STAR SIGN: virgo
SEXUALITY: bisexual / biromantic
HEIGHT: 5’11”
EYE COLOR: dark brown
HAIR COLOR: black
BUILD: lean muscular
OCCUPATION: illustrator / freelance graphic designer
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, korean, & russian
HOBBIES: drawing, reading, collecting special editions of his favorite books, playing the drums & knitting
BIO
his parents love story is described as an uneventful one by his mother but his father claims the contrary since he was the one who ended up with a boiling hot cappuccino spilled across his dress shirt
a supposed meet cute if one considers having to take the man they spilled their coffee on to the nearby emergency room to make sure it didn’t leave any long lasting burns
his mom was an environmental protections specialist who valued taking care of the ocean and the vast beauty of alaska’s nature, while his father was the assistant district attorney in anchorage
harley was born four years into their marriage, the middle child between his older brother and his younger sister. his father, lover of taking trips driving his harley davidson across the alaska-canada highway for scenic views, played the long game by planting the seed of the name harlan as an option, claiming a deep appreciation of novelist harlan ellison, but really wanting to have a kid named after his harley motorcycle
to this day, harley is well aware of his namesake after riding behind his father on one of his weekend trips, and he thinks his mom has caught on with his nickname always having been harley and never called harlan ( only when he’s in trouble )
his family was an eclectic bunch, a mixture of hippie like attitudes from his mother and the odd combo of his by-the-books father who could flip a switch to the spontaneous man he became once he left work. his parents encouraged harley and his siblings to find their passion in life like they had and it took some time for harley to realize that his love for drawing could be that
harley in school was known as the class clown with an uncanny ability to filter in and out of friend groups with an ease. to harley, there wasn’t anything blocking a possible friendship or connection of you found common ground in a conversation. he had his eye on rhode island school of design for college and what better way then rubbing elbows with the best students in each subject to make up a study group and have their fairy dust of knowledge sprinkle down on him
for someone with a reputation for cracking jokes and easy going nature, harley inherited his father’s ability to flip between unserious to full attention at the drop of a hat. he knows how to have fun while recognizing when a situation calls for something more serious
while he wasn’t valedictorian of his class, he did manage to win prom king and secure a spot at his dream school in rhode island to study illustration. college passed by the same as high school, semesters blurring by in a mixture of parties and buckling down to sharpen his craft
fast forward to age 23 and harley finds himself in austin, texas after an offer from a small publishing company to take him on as a children’s book illustrator for books they contract. it pays good enough for harley to support himself and he’s become best friends with the middle aged woman who’s his supervisor so it’s a win win
while in college harley learned how to use adobe suites and after a school project of recreating a book cover for a famous book, harley realized how fun he found the experience. since then he’s been growing his portfolio and has been freelancing his skills to self-publishing authors and publishing houses alike to help create book covers and jackets.
he’s been in austin for two years now and is finally feeling like he’s comfortable with where he is in life and is even considering maybe later on moving to seattle or new york is he’s able to secure a full time position as a book cover designer at one of the major publishing houses
rn harley is just vibing !! here to have fun and create stories for him to yap to his work bestie about by the coffee machine. loves to go to estate sales and buy cool ( useless ) bits and bobs for his apartment and collecting special editions of his fave books so you may catch him hunched over his laptop trying to outbid some other loser for a first edition book
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[slides this to you across the table] have i told you about the og love of my life, my favorite gamer boy, my husband, Matt Death Note?
( template . picrew . all art by @strawberrisoulmate <3 )
bonus notes:
implied post-canon
matt isn't a hacker in the sense that he actively has a job; he only does it when mello asks him to.
similarly, mello will occasionally ask my insert to proofread the novels and other such documents he's written. he pays her for this as well, but only because he won't accept her refusal. she doesn't count that as "a job."
technically, wammy's still pays us for being smart orphans lmao
LOOK AT OUR DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
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the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.
the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.
friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.
if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!
what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!
people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.
you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.
your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.
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