Artist / Florence / Italy

Flavia is a very (very, very) tall girl (181 cm), book eater, galactic nerd/geek, feminist, know-it-all, film and tv series addicted , 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

*Commissions are OPEN*

*My art*

*La Mandragola*

Camden Road #LondonTrip #London #aFlorentineGirlInLondon

Camden Road #LondonTrip #London #aFlorentineGirlInLondon

#London day 1: rain, red bus and King’s Cross #aFlorentineGirlInLondon #LondonTrip #laMandragola

#London day 1: rain, red bus and King’s Cross #aFlorentineGirlInLondon #LondonTrip #laMandragola

Waiting for the train to the airport #London #LondonTrip #aFlorentineGirlInLondon #laMandragola

Waiting for the train to the airport #London #LondonTrip #aFlorentineGirlInLondon #laMandragola

-10 hours to London!

….this waiting is killing me (booooooored) u.u!

canibecandid:


 His skin burned with the intensity of the comets that were streaming across him and he knew that she could feel it as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up and the way she lightly stroked the inside of her arm.Tears sat on the brim of her lashes and she blinked them away hurriedly, squeezing his hand. “But you were so beautiful. Just like I always knew you would be.” She says it while her other hand comes to his face and traces the plumes and flares of green and yellow he knew existed because of his former usage, her thumb running over his bottom lip and he closes his eyes and revels in the feel and sensation of her touch.Sherlock ran a hand from her shoulder and down the length of her arm, absorbing her patterns to his memory. Beautiful, she was so heart-achingly beautiful, as his shaking hands cupped her face and drew her forward. Slivers, blues, purples flecked up to her cheeks to meet his touch. Comets skipping from his arms to hers, or maybe it was the other way around? Did it matter?His lips slanted over hers and he could feel the waves of the mock solar-flares covering them both.
[Preview from Stardust, art by flavialikestodraw]

Please don’t repost or remove credit!
but oh my god, look at this glorious art work.
Thank you, Flavia!

canibecandid:

His skin burned with the intensity of the comets that were streaming across him and he knew that she could feel it as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up and the way she lightly stroked the inside of her arm.
Tears sat on the brim of her lashes and she blinked them away hurriedly, squeezing his hand. “But you were so beautiful. Just like I always knew you would be.” She says it while her other hand comes to his face and traces the plumes and flares of green and yellow he knew existed because of his former usage, her thumb running over his bottom lip and he closes his eyes and revels in the feel and sensation of her touch.
Sherlock ran a hand from her shoulder and down the length of her arm, absorbing her patterns to his memory. Beautiful, she was so heart-achingly beautiful, as his shaking hands cupped her face and drew her forward. Slivers, blues, purples flecked up to her cheeks to meet his touch. Comets skipping from his arms to hers, or maybe it was the other way around? Did it matter?
His lips slanted over hers and he could feel the waves of the mock solar-flares covering them both.

[Preview from Stardust, art by flavialikestodraw]

Please don’t repost or remove credit!

but oh my god, look at this glorious art work.

Thank you, Flavia!

-1 day to London!!!

….why the suitcase isn’t already done by itself?? u.u

holnnes:

"I don’t want to die. I want more time. I want more time. Take all of your pointless consumer fucking lives. I was going to do so much. I was going to be special.”

Sometimes just thinking about Third Star causes me physical pain and sometimes I spend 4 hours on Paint Tool SAI harnessing that pain for artistic purposes

Oh my god this is gorgeous! O_O

canibecandid:


 His skin burned with the intensity of the comets that were streaming across him and he knew that she could feel it as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up and the way she lightly stroked the inside of her arm.Tears sat on the brim of her lashes and she blinked them away hurriedly, squeezing his hand. “But you were so beautiful. Just like I always knew you would be.” She says it while her other hand comes to his face and traces the plumes and flares of green and yellow he knew existed because of his former usage, her thumb running over his bottom lip and he closes his eyes and revels in the feel and sensation of her touch.Sherlock ran a hand from her shoulder and down the length of her arm, absorbing her patterns to his memory. Beautiful, she was so heart-achingly beautiful, as his shaking hands cupped her face and drew her forward. Slivers, blues, purples flecked up to her cheeks to meet his touch. Comets skipping from his arms to hers, or maybe it was the other way around? Did it matter?His lips slanted over hers and he could feel the waves of the mock solar-flares covering them both.
[Preview from Stardust, art by flavialikestodraw]

Please don’t repost or remove credit!
but oh my god, look at this glorious art work.
Thank you, Flavia!

Thank you and you’re welcome dear :D <3

canibecandid:

His skin burned with the intensity of the comets that were streaming across him and he knew that she could feel it as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up and the way she lightly stroked the inside of her arm.
Tears sat on the brim of her lashes and she blinked them away hurriedly, squeezing his hand. “But you were so beautiful. Just like I always knew you would be.” She says it while her other hand comes to his face and traces the plumes and flares of green and yellow he knew existed because of his former usage, her thumb running over his bottom lip and he closes his eyes and revels in the feel and sensation of her touch.
Sherlock ran a hand from her shoulder and down the length of her arm, absorbing her patterns to his memory. Beautiful, she was so heart-achingly beautiful, as his shaking hands cupped her face and drew her forward. Slivers, blues, purples flecked up to her cheeks to meet his touch. Comets skipping from his arms to hers, or maybe it was the other way around? Did it matter?
His lips slanted over hers and he could feel the waves of the mock solar-flares covering them both.

[Preview from Stardust, art by flavialikestodraw]

Please don’t repost or remove credit!

but oh my god, look at this glorious art work.

Thank you, Flavia!

Thank you and you’re welcome dear :D <3

Little preview of my latest finished (finally :D&#160;! ) #commission #sherlolly #sherlock #stardust #digitalArt #WorkInProgress

Little preview of my latest finished (finally :D ! ) #commission #sherlolly #sherlock #stardust #digitalArt #WorkInProgress