Maybe someday

Trying to get back in the swing of drawing after that weekend haha. I got no art done, and I should've because it's a great distraction.

Here's a warm up that took way too long haha. It's Cosima! Who accidentally became one of my favorite OCs as far as backstory and whatnot goes

Though I seriously fail at drawing her to look like her face model ugugugug I am not happy with the way her face looks haha

But here have a little story~

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The suit was her favorite color; a deep, rich blue that she always loved. Cosima grabbed it and padded to her bathroom, slipping out of her leather apron and uniform, a relief after the long day's work. She took a moment to marvel at the gorgeous decor, knowing if it wasn't for her family's wealth and her... handicap, she would be living in normal barracks with the other unseated shinigami. Before she got into the shower, Cosima pulled on the blue swimsuit, fingering the material before turning to look at herself in the mirror. It was an almost daily ritual; Cosima would never be caught dead without a shirt in public, let alone in the beautifully colored bikini. But she hated to have it go to waste... She sighed and eyed her reflection critically.

She didn't exactly hate her body, she was short with a little muscle, a point of pride for her since it came from her job. Her feet, large for her height, were a sore spot. and her tattoo, in memory of her lost zanpakuto, always stirred up a sense of nostalgia and loneliness. But... She fingered the scar lightly, left over from the same attack that stripped her of her zanpakuto. It was something she would never be able to show in public. But...

But there was someone pushing her way in, insisting she was beautiful. Someone that maybe... just maybe, Cosima would be able to bare herself to. The thought made her blush violently, and she chuckled to herself, shaking her head. It would be a long time before that happened, she was sure, and even then, her new friend might feel the same about the scar as Cosima did herself... disgusted, ashamed.

As Cosima stripped the bikini off and got in the shower, the gentle insistence by her new companion that she was, in fact beautiful, nagged at her, and the blush wouldn't go away. Perhaps, with a little persistence, Cosima would be able to believe it herself.