#bonnie was an og fav of mine
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So I may have. um. I dont know. Gotten back into FNaF and have been hyperfixating really hard the last several days. Anyways have Bonnie 2 different ways :)
#bonnie was an og fav of mine#my art#um. ask to tag#also#fnaf#for the second one I was kinda going for that anthro style that was super popular back in its heyday#idk if its still popular but to me it is <3
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Maybe this is asked before but who are your fav female characters on media?
It has.
Maxine Shaw
Cristina Yang
Whitley Gilbert
Annalise Keating
Michaela Pratt
Book!Hermione Granger
“Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour. “No, I’m not,” retorted Hermione. “I’m hoping to do some good in the world!”
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“Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother.”
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“Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker towards Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half-raised his arms. Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach. 'Ouch — ow — gerroff! What the — ? Hermione — OW!' “You — complete — arse — Ronald — Weasley!” She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced. “You — crawl — back — here — after — weeks — and — weeks — oh, where’s my wand?” She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry’s hands and he reacted instinctively. “Protego!”
Piper Halliwell
Sansa Stark
Sula
In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.
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“Lonely, ain't it?” “Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.”
Choi Ae Ra
Meg
OG Princess Jasmine
Nala
Honourable Mentions -- and they’re honourable mentions because the writing gets in the way a lot of the time
Tara Thornton & Bonnie Bennett
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