Artist / Florence / Italy

Flavia is an very (very, very) tall girl (181 cm), book eater, galactic nerd/geek, know-it-all, obsessed by tv series (especially of the bbc), she has a blue tardis nails and she is a great girl, and I think one day—if we're very very lucky—she might even be a good one

Well, the next month I should go to London…
This mean that I need some money….
….so, I try to reopen for commissions,

if you are interested send me a message :D

Traditional Art:

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Digital Art:

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How to request the Commissions:

Send me an ask on Tumblr, or a note on my Deviantart ,or a message on my Etsy shop .

How to pay:

You can pay it through my etsy shop ( La Mandragola ) .

I will open a private sale ( reserved listing ) where you can purchase the commission .

If the piece is in digital art I will send to you by email the high-resolution file of the illustration.

In the case of an illustration / drawing made by traditional art ( pencil , watercolor , gouache , charcoal etc… ) will be sent by mail .

( Shipping costs depending on the country , for more information please refer to the shipping policies of my etsy shop )

For any question send me a message on tumblr, or a note on my Deviantart ,or a message on my Etsy shop .

Thank you :)

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thestormweaver said: Saw your comment through Miz Joely - you do fantastic work - in a sea of fan art, yours is unique. Mixed mediums, different perspectives, unique textures - even if you don't take a single commission, thank you for sharing your art. Truly.

Awww!! Thank you for this lovely message!! It mean a lot to me! Thank you very very much!!

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flavialikestodraw:

miz-joely:

flavialikestodraw:

it’s 2 am in the morning and I am still wondering if I have enough money for going to #london next month… #fuckingHolidays

Ears perking up. Do you do commissions? You know, to earn money for going to London?

I was thinking…

mmmhhh…interesting…maybe I’m going to do something about this tomorrow… :)

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miz-joely:

flavialikestodraw:

it’s 2 am in the morning and I am still wondering if I have enough money for going to #london next month… #fuckingHolidays

Ears perking up. Do you do commissions? You know, to earn money for going to London?

I was thinking about this right now … should I open for commissions? I don’t know if my drawing style could be right to open for commissions (because it’s too darkness, or heavy, or poor of colors…)…. maybe I should try?

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it’s 2 am in the morning and I am still wondering if I have enough money for going to #london next month… #fuckingHolidays

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artbylexie:

Quickie sketch of snogging in the lab.

artbylexie:

Quickie sketch of snogging in the lab.

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pleasecallmejee:

flavialikestodraw:


"I know you are not John Harrison".
Her words stilled his movement; his lips closed, resting upon the soft and bruised skin just below her left ear. He always devoted an adequate time of their foreplay to mark her, to show the others that she was taken, not at someone else’s disposal. In one word: his. He remembered one time, when he had covered her body with love bites, and in return, she had branded the skin of his back with the scrapes inflicted by her short nails. The light pain had only enhanced the sweet agony of being inside her, engulfed in her tight warmth, waiting for her to reach her orgasm, before letting go and fill her; but it was a sacrifice he had made gladly, because his reward was witnessing the moment in which she finally lost control over her body, over her mind, and welcomed the chaos.
He chased away the memory, and lifted his face, and a drop of sweat dropped from his eyebrows: his gaze followed with envy his path, from the valley just upon her breast, slowly marching down, towards her flat belly, finally reaching her navel. He trembled from the effort of restraining himself from replaying the same trail, and decided to observe the now silent woman trapped under his arms. She was shivering, but not because she was cold. It was because of the lust, obviously, and…for the first time he saw something different in her chestnut, deep eyes. Oh, what a fool had he been - he could now feel the raw passion, bubbling underneath the surface of a prim-looking girl; the fury, barely restrained, ready to explode. He could understand her anger: after all, he had lied to her, about a lot of things, for months. Since the first time he had seen her, outside the Starfleet hospital, and he had decided that he wanted her. A flicker of defiance appeared in her eyes; unfortunately, it was time for him to take action.
His left hand closed against her neck with the speed of a snake assaulting its prey, but he didn’t tightened his grip on her. His voice deepened, and a part of him exulted at the spontaneous moan that escaped from her sinful lips.
"And. Who. Are. You, Molly Hooper?"

From "The Darkest Star" by potemkinx
This is the link for the other fic inspired by this drawing:
Breathe by jackandhoney
The title of this fanart (and the inspiration for do it) was taken from this song:
The Darkest Star by Depeche Mode

this is gorgeous and hot. i am now mesmerized.

pleasecallmejee:

flavialikestodraw:

"I know you are not John Harrison".

Her words stilled his movement; his lips closed, resting upon the soft and bruised skin just below her left ear. He always devoted an adequate time of their foreplay to mark her, to show the others that she was taken, not at someone else’s disposal. In one word: his. He remembered one time, when he had covered her body with love bites, and in return, she had branded the skin of his back with the scrapes inflicted by her short nails. The light pain had only enhanced the sweet agony of being inside her, engulfed in her tight warmth, waiting for her to reach her orgasm, before letting go and fill her; but it was a sacrifice he had made gladly, because his reward was witnessing the moment in which she finally lost control over her body, over her mind, and welcomed the chaos.

He chased away the memory, and lifted his face, and a drop of sweat dropped from his eyebrows: his gaze followed with envy his path, from the valley just upon her breast, slowly marching down, towards her flat belly, finally reaching her navel. He trembled from the effort of restraining himself from replaying the same trail, and decided to observe the now silent woman trapped under his arms. She was shivering, but not because she was cold. It was because of the lust, obviously, and…for the first time he saw something different in her chestnut, deep eyes. Oh, what a fool had he been - he could now feel the raw passion, bubbling underneath the surface of a prim-looking girl; the fury, barely restrained, ready to explode. He could understand her anger: after all, he had lied to her, about a lot of things, for months. Since the first time he had seen her, outside the Starfleet hospital, and he had decided that he wanted her. A flicker of defiance appeared in her eyes; unfortunately, it was time for him to take action.

His left hand closed against her neck with the speed of a snake assaulting its prey, but he didn’t tightened his grip on her. His voice deepened, and a part of him exulted at the spontaneous moan that escaped from her sinful lips.

"And. Who. Are. You, Molly Hooper?"

From "The Darkest Star" by potemkinx

This is the link for the other fic inspired by this drawing:

Breathe by jackandhoney

The title of this fanart (and the inspiration for do it) was taken from this song:

The Darkest Star by Depeche Mode

this is gorgeous and hot. i am now mesmerized.

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artmediocre:

sherlock-undercover : “17 years old Mycroft takes 10 years old Sherlock to school. Yaaay! Thank you!”
Too adorable to be missed. You’re more than welcome!4th giveaway!

artmediocre:

sherlock-undercover : “17 years old Mycroft takes 10 years old Sherlock to school. Yaaay! Thank you!”

Too adorable to be missed. You’re more than welcome!

4th giveaway!

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