...Until I'm something they want.

JINGIBERIJUNK IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS

Times are tough over here, with having to spend money on bills, transportation, family, food and other things. Unfortunately, I’m a bit in the hole with payments due to unforeseen circumstances and my work doesn’t give me enough hours to pay for everything. So, I’m opening up commissions!

While I’m primarily in the Dragon Ball Z fandom, I’m flexible and willing to draw almost anything! Aliens, monsters, animal-people — you name it! I will also do anything NSFW, such as sexual situations and kinks, violence, mild gore, nudity, etc. However, the some of the only things that I probably can’t do is anything explicitly gory, normal animals, or anything illegal (like minors or incest). But otherwise, I’m pretty open!

IM me if you’re interested, and I’ll send you my e-mail so we can discuss in detail what you want, what references you’re able to give of the characters/background/poses in question, and how much it’ll cost. Then I will send you my paypal.

Promo:

       Selective Mutual Only RP Blog blog for                                  Son Goku of Dragon Ball Z                                                   Penned by Skully mun of                                                                 StopLickingThingsWeird       

   Gero glanced at the approaching redhead, his eyes widening just a fraction as he recognized the bashful newcomer. Serrana… his prototype. She had been a stepping stone to the completion of his perfected project, allowing him to test the limits of creating life and modifying it’s DNA, and break through them…

    She was also supposed to be dead, devoured by Cell to provide him the nourishment he needed to hunt down Androids Seventeen and Eighteen. Either she had managed to escape her premeditated fate, or Cell had grown so powerful without her bio-extract while in his imperfect form that he saw no reason adding any unnecessary bulk once he reached perfection. Regardless, he was surprised (and rather disappointed) to see her living a rather mundane life, and even making an attempt to court Android Three.

   Why did none of his androids carry out his ambitions? His vengeance? Why did they settle for a life of wretched simplicity among inferior creatures? Why?

“Wha…W-what?” Serrana uselessly stammered as the other spoke, the young woman growing pale at the dawning realization of who she was speaking to. It may have been Marcia’s body, but these were Gero’s words, speaking as if he’d been ripped straight from one of her most unpleasant memories. For a moment, all she could see was Dr. Gero standing clearly before her and she was a weak child again, being regarded with that same cold look of contempt and disdain, as if her mere existence was hardly worth tolerating. 

Serrana had always imagined that if she ever encountered her father again, she would tell him off. That she would face him and get answers for everything he’d done that still hurt to think about. But no. She felt small.

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