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birthday doodle for my friend @/filmdevil on tiktok!

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lil doodle for my friend @/21niightmares on twitter!

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lil doodle for my friend @/downeyjessevan on twitter!

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i love your art and i’d love to commission you one day when i finally finish writing my fic🫶

hello nonnie, this response is very late but i am so emotional that you wanted to commission me in the midst of my super long hiatus when i thought everyone might have forgotten about my silly blog. i would be happy to work on something for you. the good news: my commissions are officially—as of today—open again!

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uh… *taps mic* is this thing on

hai! not sure if anyone’s still reading this blog, but i wanted to write something here anyway. it’s been well over a year since i last posted, and a lot has changed.

i’ve been working on a personal project—my webcomic—since around october 2023. i didn’t expect it to become such a long journey, but it has. and it’s been the most fulfilling yet challenging thing i’ve ever worked on. it’s inspired by some of my favorite shows like daredevil and the mandalorian, and it’s taken over my heart in the best way. i’ve only been outlining it, not illustrating yet, but i'll be announcing more about it when the time feels right.

i also moved to new york. these years, i've really fallen headfirst into a daredevil hyperfixation. i’ve made close friends here who love the show as much as i do. we talk every day. we even go set-hunting when they’re filming in the city. we've even gotten to be best friends with marvel security. becoming friends with fellow fans pulled me out of an art rut i’d been stuck in since 2022.

i had started feeling like art—especially static pieces—didn’t matter anymore. with the rise of ai art, the attention economy, and shortening attention spans, it felt like everything was speeding past me. like unless i was telling a story, what was the point? but making little birthday pieces for my new friends reminded me that art still matters. even quiet art. even small things.

...so i’m reopening commissions! i wiped the old waitlist since it’s been a few years, but if you’re still interested, the prices haven’t changed. i’ll probably be more active on instagram and twitter from now on, but i still want this space to stay alive for more personal updates like this.

also—i became a designer at netflix. i don’t get to illustrate there, but i design digital products and experiences. and i’ve really loved it. it’s a good fit for me.

one last thing… i’ve met charlie cox twice now. and both times were really special. there’s so much coming for born again season two, and i still can’t believe i get to be near it. it feels like—for the first time in a while—i’m in the right place. in the right city. with the right people. doing the things that matter to me.

thank you for being here, if you still are. miss you guys! ( ´͈ ᵕ `͈ )♡

love, bun 🐇✧*。

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i love your din art so much💜💜 u r so talented

aa, thank you so much! you are the SWEETEST <3

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I love how soft and natural your lineart looks. Do you have any tips on how you color it from standard black?

eee thank you so much! i use photoshop and add a clipping mask on top of the lineart layer. then, i apply a lighter color right on the clipping mask layer. this ensures that it only overlays the lineart layer. i hope this helps, feel free to dm if any questions! i'd be happy to help.

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|| When You Come Home ||

Frank Castle x female reader

I wrote a lil thing to go with my gorgeous commission by @bunnelbie ! 😍

The sound of an engine pulling up outside has you dropping the knife and vegetables you had been preparing down on the counter. He had sent you a text earlier in the day telling you that he'd be back today and you had been buzzing, almost unable to concentrate on anything other than just waiting for him to walk through that front door.

When he'd left, the first couple of days had been fine. He'd send you updates, just checking in to let you know he was alive. Then it would go quiet for a while and of course during those times your head was full of worry, but then he'd always get in touch again to let you know he was safe.

One time he had called you, late at night just as you were settling down in bed. He had filled your ears with sweet promises of everything he was going to do to you when he came home, and the memory of it now dances just underneath your skin.

You go to the door ripping it open just as he's getting out of his truck, seeing him standing there with his bag slung over one shoulder. Then you're running the short distance across the drive barefoot, throwing your arms around him.

"Frankie!"

He grins so wide, dropping the bag and returning your tight hug. You're never letting him leave for so long ever again, you think to yourself. The sound of his chuckle as you frantically pepper kisses all over his face fills you with a syrupy warmth that you've been missing for almost a month. Your Frank is finally back in your arms and you're so grateful.

"Hey you," his grizzled, out-of-use voice meets your ears and only makes you squeeze him more before pulling back and kissing him properly.

"Goddamn baby I've missed you." He lifts you off the ground and you squeal with delight as he spins you around. When he lets you down you don't fail to notice the slight groan he makes.

"You're alright? You're not hurt?" You hurriedly inquire, your hands touching almost every bit of him as you scan for anything more serious than the scrape on his cheek. He looks tired and you're sure you'll find some bruises later on, but other than that you're satisfied that there's nothing concerning.

He starts to walk you backwards into the house. "Nah I'm not hurt, don't you worry. You gonna let me come in huh?" He kids, and you laugh, pulling him inside and closing the door as he puts his bag down on the floor. As he shrugs off his jacket your eyes catch a glint of silver on his wrist. "Oh my god, you're actually wearing it?"

Frank glances at the bracelet around his right wrist, surprised that you thought he wouldn't. "'Course I'm wearin' it, you got me it!"

"I know I- I just thought you might think it was silly."

You had one too, a silver chain with a charm. A heart with a tiny skull etched on it.

Frank steps up closer to you, nudging his nose against yours before kissing the tip of it. "Ain't silly, every time I see it I'm reminded of you, sweetheart. That's all that kept me goin' some days."

He smiles softly as your eyes go Bambi-wide at his admission and you look like you're about to burst into tears but when he strokes his fingers through your hair and thumbs over your cheek it tempers the strength of your emotion. "I love it baby."

He looks over to the countertop distracting you from getting overwhelmed. "You cookin'?"

You nod. "Yeah, just making some dinner. Wasn't sure when you'd be back exactly or if you'd even be hungry, but I thought I'd get it started anyways."

"Oh yeah I'm hungry alright. Let me wash up real quick and we can finish it together, how 'bout that, hm?"

You grasp at him, scrunching your fingers in his shirt like he's going to disappear again but he just smooches you over and over promising he'll be right back in just a minute. You go back to the chopping board in the meantime and when he returns he slinks his hands around your waist, his chin settled in the crook of your shoulder and neck.

"Oh, is this what you call helping?" You tease, but you're full of love at the easy contact between you. It was like he'd never been gone.

"Mhm," he hums, kissing into your hair again as he continues shadowing you.

You giggle, trying to get stuff done with him hanging on to you, but he does eventually chip in to get everything prepared and in the oven. It was usually Frank who did the cooking when he was home, and he was really damn good at it. He kept you fed in a multitude of ways.

After dinner the washing up is left as tomorrow's problem, because right now you just want to spend quality time with your man. He's back from battles he's not quite ready to share, and even when he is ready to open up about it you doubt you'll get the full story, but that's alright.

Frank sits down on the couch, spreading his legs wide and beckoning you to join him. When you climb right on him making yourself comfortable in your favourite place, on his lap, he quietly chuckles, taking you in his arms.

You kiss him.

Yeah you had kissed earlier but this was different. Now, you knew he was safe, he wasn't going anywhere, you could slow down, revel in the feel of each other, his soft, warm lips on your mouth like you'd always dream of when he was away. Tonight, you wouldn't be alone in your bed, he'd wrap you up in his arms and be yours, and you would be his. But for now the taste of him is your focus, and the light scratch of his day-old stubble against your skin is so welcome as he seeks gentle, tentative permission to deepen the kiss. You open for him, always looking for and finding ways to be closer. As your tongue dances against his, your fingers card through his hair. It's grown out a little and you smile against his teeth when his familiar grunt meets your ears as you give a sharp little tug on it and he bites your bottom lip in flirty retaliation.

His fingers hook around the back of your knee anchoring you to him. As if you're going anywhere. He drinks you in as the sun is setting, calloused fingertips trailing your bare arm and raising goosebumps in their wake as you make out like teenagers behind the bleachers.

"I love you," He says softly after a while when you part to catch a breath, forehead leaning against yours, "so goddamn much, baby."

"I love you too, Frank." You close your eyes, feeling his heartbeat under your fingers and trying to press the words in there, rebrand them deep and fresh.

"Can I take my woman to bed?" He asks you with a sly smile. "Because if I recall a certain conversation correctly, I promised her a whole lot of lovin' when I got home…"

"Mm I haven't forgotten. You've got it coming too y'know, Frankie." You trace your lips along his jaw causing him to let his head fall back and grant you the space to lightly nip and kiss at his neck. An appetizer of what's yet to come. He makes a low sound from deep in his chest and can't wait any longer, scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom.

"I'm all yours."

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A picture of Jasmine and Dr. Strange made by @bunnelbie

@dxctorstephenstrange

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slower commissions sep–jan

hi friends! i hate that this blog is so impersonal, i figured i'd share more personal updates every once in a while (#bun.txt for filter). it also keeps me accountable to show up here more often like the good old days!

just an fyi that starting sep 6 (until january) commission progress will be slower, as i'm enrolling in harvard business school online which will be a huge time commitment (this artist is learning business, baby!). and i'm also working on some personal art projects (to be revealed) and possibly some privately scheduled commissions—and all of that on top of a full-time job so praying i survive 🙏 but i look forward to ramping back up soon after! i know i'm not that active—my 60-hr job and mental health continue to kick my ass. but i am going to change that. my goal is to be posting at least once a week next year!

and i've been meaning to say thank you to all my followers for your support, whether it's been a like, a comment, commission, or other—i see it all and am grateful. i want to make so much more fanart in the future (i eagerly await daredevil: born again tbh because apparently i have a hyperfixation that will not die). matt murdock girlies, my dms are open—say hi! we can talk about anything, esp. matt murdock hehe. i can talk for hours about that man <3

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Damn your drawings are ..... 😱❤️

thank you so much! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა❤️

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YOU GUYS!!!!! @bunnelbie did a commission piece for me!!! For my Din Djarin and OC!Reader, it's incredible and amazing!!! She is so sweet and so amazing to work with!

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Me: *sees your art*

Wallet: ho don't do it you are unemployed

Me:

hello! i’m so flattered you’ve thought about commissioning and aaah that cat is totally me right now or whenever someone takes the time to leave something nice in my inbox. i actually offer a few discounts if that entices you any more, feel free to ask if you’re ever interested!

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Oh, my good golly gosh, y’all! After seeing some of her stupendous art floating about the Tumblrverse, I knew I just had to commission something from the truly talented @bunnelbie. Once again she has rendered me speechless! I got a little self-indulgent with my request and looking at the finished product is like seeing one of my ultimate dreams come true. To the brilliant artist, the words “thank you” don’t seem like enough for all the joy you’ve brought to me.

Without further ado here is me and one of my favorite Pedro Pascal characters cutting a rug “La La Land” style. *See below the cut for a dramatic reveal*

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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 💗

gah!!! you are so sweet, thank you so much bb, right back at u <3

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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 💗

hugging you through my phone btw 🥺💗

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Please do more DD art I love it so much 💖💖💖

thank you, bb! dd art is definitely on my mind; i want to do so, so much more! 💗