godspell

bruh you see how jacked bang was in the newest one punch chapter? he looks like tanktop master (murata redraw foreshadowing) https://i.imgur.com/gLmlVyY.jpg

got any oranges? vitamin c is good for this kinda thing same with tea, no milk though

I think this is her official costume. In the comics she was never a woman and fights batman. So im imagining she got caught

        Day and night became indistinguishable as they intertwined with one another, fusing into the same thread of time. is that better?

need some help whatcha think of this sentence? its weird right? any idea how to fix? Day and night amalgamated into a single stream as they passed by painfully slow.

does this sound too weird? A passing conversation piqued your ears, causing your steady pace to suddenly lag when a crackling lightning bolt of consternation struck your body.

ok last time and ill stop spaming you xD         The cubes of ice, which once languidly drifted inside of the murky black abyss that was contained in glass, now rested peacefully at the bottom when you decided to head back home. As the afternoon morphed into the early evening, the sun shifted accordingly. Now hovering above the horizon, the blaze reined unabated by the thin, wispy clouds that accompanied it, simmering the city beneath it uncomfortably. Combined with the fervor that radiated from the bodies that drifted around you, your skin became adored by protective beads of perspiration in an attempt to cool your torrid flesh. 

better?         The cubes of ice, which once languidly drifted inside of the murky black abyss that was contained in glass, rested peacefully at the bottom when you decided to head back home. As the afternoon morphed into the early evening, the sun shifted accordingly. Now hovering above the horizon, the blaze reined unabated by the thin, wispy clouds that accompanied it, simmering the city beneath it uncomfortably. Combined with the fervor that radiated from the bodies around that drifted around you, your skin became adored by protective beads of perspiration in an attempt to cool your growingly torrid flesh. 

how does this sound         The cubes of ice that once languidly drifted inside of the murky black abyss that was contained in glass finally rested at the bottom once you decided to head back home. As the afternoon morphed into the early evening, the sun shifted accordingly. Now hovering above the horizon, the blaze reined unabated by the thin, wispy clouds that accompanied it, simmering the city beneath it uncomfortably. Combined with the fervor that radiated from the bodies around that drifted around you, your skin became adored by protective beads of perspiration in an attempt to cool your growingly torrid flesh.