#biblical vash tag

[frogenthusiastt]

his pronouns are he/hymm

[princesspeachel]

LMAOOO

[blacksoulkid]

Tumblr is bugging out and won't let me post the pictures of my new merch but I got new stuff in my shop!

Trigun keychains

Wolfwood mousepad

Bloody pronoun pins

RE4 standee

Biblically Accurate Angel body pillow

And restocks of

Maruki mousepad

Disco elysium mousepads

💖Thanks for looking 💖

[astrovagrant]

vash's gorgeous iridescent angelwing feathers slowly darkening as his hair does, turning ashen in color in dappeled clumps against the original white but still shimmering when they catch the light - and still-white feathers stick out here and there, post-trimax, but his wings are now heavily splashed with gray, the tips dipped in black, and a beautiful pigeon-like oil spill of a feathered collar/ruff sprouting on his face, neck, and across his shoulders and the top of his chest instead of those of a blinding white dove that he had before.

[eshtaresht]

be not afraid? what happened to getting loved for the horror of you

something to summarize polygun feels for my psychic blast series

Summary:

When dealing with Vash the Stampede, one must remember about his tendency to bristle with feathers and intrude on the other's mind (accidentally, of course). Normal looking guy? Wrong! Psychic blast

Rated M, 3 works (finished), 13.8k words total

Relationships: Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson & Vash the Stampede, Meryl Stryfe & Vash the Stampede, Meryl Stryfe & Milly Thompson & Vash the Stampede, Meryl Stryfe/Milly Thompson

Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson, Meryl Stryfe

Additional Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, umm sorta?, Broken Bones, Dubious First Aid, Biting, Mild Blood, Poetry(partially), so like what if wolfwood is fenrir and vash is tyr. what when, but also this is as close as it gets to gay sex, Canon - Manga; Body Horror, Eye Contact, Biblically Accurate Angels (Abrahamic Religions), Fluff and Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Breakdown, (of eldrich kind), Crying, hints at future polygun, Mild Gore, (of eldrich sorts), Caves, Shock & Awe, Hugs, Background Meryl Stryfe/Milly Thompson, Self-Harm, Blood, ascii art telepathic blast, Canon Disabled Character; Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Arguing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Intrusive Thoughts, yep this one's heavy, vague trimax spoilers, they are so bad at communicating with words, Past Character Death, woowoo haunts the narrative as one does, Grief/Mourning, implied past queerplatonic polygun, Prose Poem, (partially. in 2nd peson pov), Panic Attacks

[the-babygirl-polls]

Vash Stampede - Trigun, Trigun Maxima, Trigun Stampede

Propagandas:

He's just such a bleeding heart, has sad backstory with sad downsloped eyes and dramatic fashion sense. Loves too much and pays the price for it. Just so loveable, one determines he's babygirl on sight.

he's a blonde twunk with a slut waist and skank legs. and he's suffered more than jesus <3

He’s the most wanted man on the planet and he serves CUNT doing it, especially in the original manga. He’s also a biblically accurate angel-type-thing and an ace gunman who refuses to shoot back at the people who want his bounty :]

He's this super cool legendary gunman who terrifies everyone on the planet because he leaves destruction in his wake BUT it's not his fault because he's literally just chilling and everyone wants him dead for something he didn't do. He doesn't even like shooting people he just wants to maybe get some donuts and take a nice nap but nooo he walks into town and everyone decides "let's bullet hell this guy, cause massive property damage, and say it's his fault!" Also he's horrendously doomed by the narrative and the prettiest boy you ever did see. Look at those big ol blue eyes and tell me he's not babygirl. You'd be lying.

Other Additions:

The 2023 version is more babygirl but his manga version is also very baby and very girl. Would put both images of him together since the design is different.

pleeeeeease include a picture of maximum or 98 Vash and not just stampede Vash. theyre ALL babygirls, not just the stampede redesign. i wanna see his ugly ass broom hair on a poll too

He's simply THE baby girl, you know

Please tag both "Trigun" and "Trigun Stampede" for the fandoms!

[beesinspades]

Happy New Year, the seventh chapter of my Creechur Vash canon divergence fic is up! In this chapter, we're dealing with the aftermath of....all that.

Tags and summary for the whole fic below!

Current Total Word Count: 39.7k

Pairing: Nicholas D. Wolfwood/Vash the Stampede Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Biblically accurate Vash, but make him even more beastly, (for better or worse the author drew him so you can get an idea), Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Harm, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Vash the Stampede Has an Eating Disorder, Purring Vash the Stampede, No TriMax Spoilers, Wing Grooming, Major Character Injury

Chapters: 7/11

Summary:

Months after the July disaster, Wolfwood is asked by a small town to kill the monster that lives in the vestiges of an old ship. Although he refuses, a little girl's plea not to hurt her friend sends him on a new course—not knowing the beast he'll find in the wreckage might be more than he bargaine

[nepentheisms]

Trigun Bookclub Archive

Many thanks go out to everyone who enjoyed my reactions and meta. I've compiled them here for easier access.

I discuss the religious themes and imagery in the manga quite a bit, and the posts that specifically delve into Christian tradition and religious texts are tagged under #Guns&God meta.

Trigun Volume 1:

On those salmon sandwiches

Trigun Volume 2:

Legato and his accessories

Wolfwood's intro + potential reference to St Nicholas

TriMax Volume 1:

Visual similarities in the way Wolfwood and Milly make their entrances in this fight

TriMax Volume 2:

Wolfwood and his big ol' death flag

TriMax Volume 3:

Leonof/Knives parallels

Brief bit on Geof Darrow

TriMax Volume 4:

Tidbits (don't pay too much attention to this one. I done goofed a lot)

Knives vs Vash on how they obtained their "followers" + fun with the murder music concept

TriMax Volume 5:

Beginning the crucifixion-adjacent injuries tally

Night-blooming cereus

Possible inspiration behind Elendira's name

TriMax Volume 6:

Me being sad about that moment Vash reaches out to comfort Meryl

TriMax Volume 7:

Crucifixion-adjacent injuries tally update

TriMax Volume 8:

Applying some Buddhist concepts to the conversation between Vash and Knives

Knives as the dragon of Revelation 12

TriMax Volume 9:

Goddammit Nicholas

TriMax Volume 10:

Peter and the Wolfwood

Post by gaelachros with additions from pancake-breakfast and myself on the Christian imagery and themes in this volume

TriMax Volume 11:

Reflecting on Juneora Rock - a possible reference to the biblical empty tomb narratives

TriMax Volume 12:

More on Revelation 12 + Knives/Leonof visual parallels

TriMax Volume 13:

Livio vs Elendira

TriMax Volume 14:

Meryl comes in clutch, discussing Mary Magdalene parallels

Final tally on crucifixion-adjacent injuries

Thinking about that Genesis symbolism

Final Thoughts:

Trigun and averting apocalypticism

[messier074]

Trigun Vol 1 Chapter 10

This is one of the bits I read wayyy too fast when I first read Trigun, and it made some parts a little unclear. Rereading now (and since this arc is in the 98 anime) it’s easier to understand. It’s mostly focused on Meryl and Milly (my beloveds), but I think other people in the tag have said most of my thoughts on Meryl’s arc here much more eloquently. So, there’s two places I want to talk about.

First, the title: “Little Arcadia”. Arcadia technically refers to a particular region of Greece, famed for its "unspoiled and harmonious wilderness” (quote taken from Wikipedia). However, it’s used here in the more poetic sense, which refers to, more generally, a utopian vision of a place that is one with nature. Specifically, it’s often associated with Eden, and an unspoiled, perfect wilderness that is fundamentally unattainable.

So, what does it mean that this chapter is called “Little Arcadia”? (note: this is assuming that this is the same title in the original Japanese) Well, in one part, it’s just as simple as the straightforward meaning: it’s about a little piece of Arcadia, a piece of land that’s a pastoral oasis in the desert of this planet. But, reading into it possibly too much, there’s the Edenic connotation of the word. Trigun isn’t shy about Biblical allusion, so I feel it’s very likely that this connotation was meant.

This land is a piece of Eden, is a piece of something lost, from a prelapsarian time. Literally, “prelapsarian” means “before the fall of man” (meaning before Adam and Eve left the garden) and that specific wording begins to sound familiar in the context of Trigun, doesn’t it?

The fertile land created by the geo-Plant is literally a piece of the time before they fell, and referring to it as “Little Arcadia”, connects the ships to Eden, and Boy Oh Boy do I have some spoilery thoughts on that.

(I’ll note that I’m not actually Christian, just went to a Catholic school and once read the Bible for fun as a kid, so I’m sure I’m missing some nuance on this discussion.)

Anyway, secondly (and my thoughts on this are much shorter I promise), this page.

As @revenantghost​ said in this post, this is a dream Vash holds, that one day, this whole planet will be like this, as is what those in the ships likely intended, had everything gone as planned. Saying that “This land is all our hopes and dreams” physically ties those dreams to the land of this planet. People are metaphysically tied to the land, which is something that recurs throughout Trigun, as I sort of mentioned when I talked about chapter 5.

Also, this is just a fun note, but a couple years before Trigun came out, Tom Stoppard wrote a play called Arcadia, and it’s amazing. Highly recommend if you like the interplay between tragedy and comedy in a story about order and chaos and science and math and the past and the present.

[bloodypeachblog]

Ok I've seen this tag going around called 'creature vash' and since he's not human anyways, I would like to make my own spin on it.

Let's say something happens, like I dunno, a fight between Vash and some gang of outlaws. The outlaws do something real bad, like shoot a hostage or hurt one of his friends. This sets Vash into a rage and that's when the creature comes out.

His remaining hand morphs into a weird claw-like hand with 7 inch long fingers, his body movement resembles a feral animal, his hair turns white, his eyes turn totally black, and he has fangs. Looks like a total demon. He has no control over himself and his actions when he's like this, so he charges at the gang and just rips them to shreds.

Once the rage dies down, Vash turns back to his old self and sees the carnage he's created. Sometimes, he walks away calmly with no emotion on his face until he's completely out of sight and all by himself and he lets it all out. Other times he freaks out and runs off to hide and cry. Either way, he's traumatized each time. He doesn't want people to be scared of him, but he knows he did when he turns into that...thing.

I dunno, I like the idea of him having this side when he's absolutely angry, like no-doubt-about-to-commit-genocide angry. And with people on tumblr giving him monstrous features since he's not human, like almost looking like a biblically accurate angel for example, I like the idea of him showing how not fully human he really is.

But that's just me, I'm weird.

[yellowocaballero]

so youve mentioned dc vash and knives a couple of times in your tags, do you have any more thoughts about it or is it more along the lines of the vibes are right?

Oh man. Honestly, it's the fact that I've mentioned several times that Trigun is very mythological, and the DCU follows that larger scale mythology feeling very well and naturally.

It also helps that Vash has very Superman energy - incredibly powerful alien adopted by humble person really into imparting moral lessons every second of the day, who plays dumb and big goofball idiot in order to hide the fact that he's so incredibly powerful because he likes to fit in with humanity and think of himself as human, and he takes an ultra-pacifistic stance because he's so powerful he can curb stomp everybody else and messiah complex/syndrome/metaphor where he's often mistaken for a biblical figure and lots of respect and love for humanity and Chronic Hero Syndrome and etc etc etc and -

Hey, started this ask going "Vash feels like Superman in a lot of ways" and then listing it out. Wow, that's very superman. I think I could easily see Vash and Knives in the DCU. I don't think Vash would try to do anything superheroic at all - I think he works in a coffee shop and tries to mind his own business. When his supervillain brother shows up and tries to take over the world again he just shows up and smacks him with his giant evil arm cannon and then leaves. He landed on Earth in the 1800s and grew up in the ACTUAL Wild West, literally. Sure, why not.

[mushewhosta]

five comfort characters, five tags :)

thank you for tagging me, @cheer-me-up-scotty! Here I am, a month later.

I am unsure whether I understand the notion of a comfort character well. Still, I’ve picked a few fictional guys whose fictional existence satisfies me deeply and inexplicably.

Chu Wanning from The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Have you ever projected onto a character so much you felt like throwing up? His loneliness, yearning, and lack of understanding of what love is supposed to be, yet feeling so much of it, compels me. He’s so kind and self-loathing; I can’t stand him the way I can’t stand myself. Truly & unironically comforting

Vash the Stampede from Trigun, Trigun Stampede I was raised very catholic. Now I have a thing for such characters: the messiah deemed dangerous by the Church, the actual Jesus figure, overbrimming with goodness, yet persecuted, sometimes even killed by the system, in the name of Christ. There are more of those, but I can’t love Father Flote (Red Noses) as much as I love Vash; there’s a bit more to his appeal. It’s the biblically accurate gun, I suppose

Shen Qingqiu from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System There’s a brutal honesty in his unreliability. There’s something impossibly human about this narrative device of a man. He satisfies the cognitive scientist in me - I want to fMRI the fuck out of him. And oh, I love the kindness in him that he dismisses so easily. I love him; I love him the way I’d love a friend

Gu Yun from Stars of Chaos Ah, this is just a pure comfort character. Strong and witty, his eyesight is shit (same), and despite being young, his back is like that of an ancient man (HE JUST LIKE ME FR)

Can’t think of a number 5. Can’t think of any female character either, I have to go contemplate my gender for a minute.

EDIT

So today Seven Seas posted the Guardian cover and I almost started crying when I saw it. It occurred to me that yes, obviously,

5. Shen Wei form Guardian

He’s as much a comfort character as they get. Literal comfort. I have a photo of zyl as Shen Wei in a little frame that I used to keep on my desk to motivate me to study. He’s the academia god I pray to when in academic despair, which is often. The glasses I wear every single day are identical to the pair Shen Wei had in the drama. Some of my academic work I did with him in mind, as a tribute of sorts. He’s the promoter I turn to when the real life ones fail me 💜

Tagging:

@everythiiingoes @apprenticedmagician @taralkariel @scrhtt @fandom-queen-aka-trash

[paenling]

dying for 'horticulture blues' part two. obviously fic happens when it happens, but just wanted you to know i loved part one so much and i'll be eagerly awaiting more, however long it takes <3

hello stranger! thank you for finding me here :D part two is currently around 12k and nearly complete, so hopefully it will be up soon. your support is most appreciated!

this fic totally grew legs! and a plot! the masterdoc including outlines for additional parts in the series (including the development of vashwood and eventual mashwood, which are now getting their own entries) is sitting around 30k, so there will be even more after horticulture blues is done :)

in the meantime, for any of my followers who don't know, don't mind if I shamelessly promote my own trigun fic:

horticulture blues — Vash is dealing with some seasonal baggage. Meryl takes it upon herself to make sure he doesn't deal alone. (Welcome to my character study cleverly disguised as smut, plant biology headcanons, and Vash being gender as all hell. Featuring girlboss Meryl, biblically accurate Vash, and fanon tropes both warmly embraced and beaten with a stick until unrecognizable.) Pairing: Meryl Stryfe/Vash the Stampede. Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. Additional warnings in tags & author's note. Words: 8,260. Incomplete (1/2).

[eshtaresht]

Independent (M, 2.7k)

kitten's first dead dove

Summary:

Vash rolls this bit of pondering around, but without much consideration or focus: he followed this line of thought so many times over the last century, the thread of it weaved itself into the background tapestry of his headspace. A much more piercing thought tears through it at the moment. He just wants this to end. _____ or, very bad no good brothers having a normal one

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Category: Gen

Relationships: Millions Knives & Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Millions Knives/Plants/Vash the Stampede (Trigun)

Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Millions Knives (Trigun), Elendira the Crimsonnail (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Legato Bluesummers

Additional Tags: Blood and Gore, Body Horror, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, on page metaphysical sa, Cannibalism, Character Death, ego death, Rebirth, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, I don't even know how to tag this, Suicidal Thoughts, Pyrrhic Victory, so what if these two pulled a paul (tlt reference), copious amounts of space metaphors, biblically accurate sibling behavior

[a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin]

Desecration of a Priest

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Rating: Mature- 18+ only (Minors DNI)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Nicholas D. Wolfwood/Meryl Stryfe

Tags: Religious Symbolism and Imagery, Religious Trauma, Biblical References, Priest Wolfwood, Ex-Church Girl Meryl, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Hand Job, Priest Kink, Corruption Kink, Hate Fucking then it turns Sweet, Sassy Meryl, Virgin Wolfwood, Brief Overstimulation

Wordcount: 5.5k

Bars and clubs were rife with those searching for salvation they couldn’t find at church.

So why was Nicholas D. Wolfwood there?

Cross-posted from my AO3 account.

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Meryl clenched the bottle in her hand until her knuckles were white, glaring over the top of her drink at the man across the bar. The dim interior lighting rested warmly on his tanned skin, eyes pools of wet ink behind his dark hair. His rugged appearance drew in the surrounding ladies as if he was a magnet, their vague yet suggestive comments rolling off his back like water while Meryl looked on, temper rising with each moment that passed.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood.

A man of god who happened to be in the one place Meryl didn’t expect him to show up. He belonged at the church behind a pulpit, dark priestly wear buttoned up to his throat. Here at the bar the only indication of godliness wrapped around his neck in the form of a silver chair with a small cross adorning it. It was barely a hint offered to those around him that he was off the market, and yet they still flocked to him, drawn in by his smile. He was suave and charming, after all.

And an asshole.

She’d known Wolfwood when she was a young teenager. He’d been just a bad then too. Their families had met at church, her demure dress choking her despite it’s loose fit when she was first saw him, cheeks flushing. He shook her hand, introduced himself with his full name and a sly cockiness that should have given her pause, claiming he was to be a priest. Meryl’s interest hadn’t been feigned as she attempted to make conversation with him. Each Sunday, she would approach him with an eager nervousness, only to be brushed off a moment later as he called out a greeting to someone else and left her standing alone in her pale dress, stomach dropping into her shiny church shoes. Each indirect rejection was burned into her mind with a branding iron, alongside the cruel words spoken to her out of earshot of the adults.

“Morning, Shortie,” he replied. “I see you’ve gotten into mommy’s makeup again.”

Meryl flushed, putting a hand to her face, suddenly ashamed she had tried her hand at eyeshadow again to impress him.

“Looks like you got punched in the face,” he towered over her, inspecting her face with a cheeky grin. “Still better than that whorehouse look you had a few weeks ago.”

Meryl could feel herself heat up at the memory, and tapped her finger against the dark glass of the bottle in her hand, still directing her venomous glare towards the old acquaintance who’d appeared in her sanctuary. How the man had even managed to get ordained was beyond her. Last she’d seen of him he was still in training, keeping up with coursework by the smallest thread of charisma, something Meryl was sorely lacking at the same age. She’d started losing both it and her faith after one of Wolfwood’s cruel “jokes”.

“You know that letting a boy hold your hand is a sin,” Wolfwood jeered at her from across the hallway in church as Meryl yanked her hand out of Vash’s. The blonde-haired boy had only offered to help her up when she’d tripped over her own feet, and now Wolfwood was mocking her for it.

“Too bad now,” Wolfwood shrugged. “You’re ruined. Guess Vash will have to take responsibility and marry you.”

“He’s just being a jerk,” Meryl mumbled to Vash, face red as a tomato. “Wolfwood!”

Wolfwood ran off cackling, Meryl on his heels, her strides extra-long to accommodate for her short height as she chased him.

“Wolfwood get back here!”

“Oh, no,” he ducked into a room. “I’m being chased by a lecherous woman! Someone help me!”

“Nicholas!”

“Ooh, first name basis now, are we?” he waggled his eyebrows, and it made Meryl’s ears burn. She couldn’t even find the words to scold him, standing with her fists clenched at her side, head down.

It hadn’t just been Wolfwood’s bullying that made her loathing towards church grow and fester. She started questioning the pastors, her parents, and all of the people she’d looked up to once she reached that age where she wanted to know why. When no answers were satisfactory, Meryl began to dig her heels in, pushing the boundaries of what her family and church deemed acceptable. Hair got cut shorter and shorter, rising in tandem with the hem of her dresses and skirts, while her carefully crafted perfect persona began to crumble.

Soon enough, instead of lily-white dresses and frilly socks at church, Meryl found herself wearing black dresses and fishnet tights at bars and clubs. She thought places like those would suit her best; after all, there was no place for her in a church of white wool. She liked the sharp bitterness of alcohol and the ache of debauchery- both sins according to the Bible. Even the acrid smell of smoke was comforting to her now; those with no god apart from booze and nicotine didn’t give a rat’s ass if Meryl’s shoulders were bare, or if she pressed a kiss to the lips of a stranger while intoxicated. Bars and clubs were rife with those searching for salvation they couldn’t find at church.

So why was Nicholas D. Wolfwood here?

Meryl narrowed her eyes, taking a swig from her drink. Didn’t he have a dick-riding appointment with the man upstairs on Saturday nights? He was a priest, wasn’t he? Sitting surrounded by a bunch of horny vixens at the bar didn’t seem to be very godly to Meryl.

Her pissed-off curiosity got the best of her and she hopped off her bar stool, heels clicking as she strode over to Wolfwood. His eyes were drawn to her as she leaned against the counter, posture oozing boredom and irritability.

“The hell are you doing here, priest?” Meryl emphasized the last word. “I thought holy men didn’t frequent sinful places such as this.”

Wolfwood had turned his body to face hers, hand wrapped loosely around his half-full glass. His signature annoying smirk had been plastered across his face and Meryl resisted the urge to smack it off. It was if nothing had changed since she left the church nearly six years ago- Wolfwood’s toothy grin still made her stomach coil in anticipation.

She still wanted him, no matter if he was an asshole; wanted those upturned lips parted in a plea, begging for forgiveness from her instead of god.

“We are to spread the good word to all. And what place needs him more than here?”

“Nowhere needs your god,” Meryl plucked his drink out of his hand, taking a sip while keeping eye contact. Her nose wrinkled. “A mocktail?”

“Why do you seem so surprised?” Wolfwood laughed. “I’m a priest.”

She snorted.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Meryl, my child-”

“Ew, don’t even start,” Meryl made a face. “Do not pull that shit with me. I know who you really are, and it sure as hell isn’t this.”

She gestured to the cross hanging around his neck. Wolfwood put a hand to his chest dramatically. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned three down- a scandalous amount for a priest. She dragged her gaze from the skin peeking through his open top.

“Come on, Meryl,” Wolfwood laughed, resting his cheek on his fist. “What is a girl like you doing in a place like this? You were such a good kid.”

Meryl leaned back against the bar, elbows propping her up as she scowled, crossing one leg over the other on her stool, missing how Wolfwood stole a glance at the skin of her thighs, tracing up her sides until he settled on staring at her lips.

“It isn’t for everybody,” she let out a big sigh. “My parent found god in church, but no matter how hard I looked, he wasn’t there.”

“God isn’t only at church,” Wolfwood smiled, putting a hand on hers. “He’s everywhere. You just have to open your eyes.”

Meryl dropped her gaze to where his large hands covered hers. She’d love to see them pinned above his head as he writhed under her…

“We all have different definitions of god,” she said, pulling her hand away. “Isn’t that right? They said that in a sermon once.”

Wolfwood grinned, appearing eager to talk holiness. His smirk rubbed Meryl the wrong way though, too reminiscent of the times he’s speak cruelly to her. The only difference now was an underlying temperance, a hesitation as if he was holding something back with a caution unlike what Meryl was accustomed to witnessing in the cocky bastard.

“We all have different interpretations of god,” he clarified. “Many might see god the same way, but it is ultimately up to each individual to search out and understand god in their own unique perspective.”

“Well, I have wonderful news for you, then,” Meryl drawled. “Because I have found god in places that you wouldn’t believe.”

“Meryl,” Wolfwood sighed, just catching himself before he rolled his eyes.

“You don’t believe me?” Meryl sat up, frowning. “Just because I find god in a bar or club, that makes me wrong?”

“Sin is in opposition to god,” Wolfwood explained to her.

He was preaching to the choir, and Meryl made a noise of disgust in her throat. It was like he forgot she was raised by religious fanatics.

“This argument could go on all night,” she inspected her nails. “Why are you even here? Honestly?”

Wolfwood’s cheeks darkened under his tan and he tore his eyes away from Meryl, rubbing the back of his neck. That caution was back again, bleeding through his movements even thicker now.

“Especially on a Saturday night,” Meryl leaned forward, well aware that her loose top was falling open a bit in front. “Father Wolfwood.”

He coughed, clearing his throat.

“I was hoping… that maybe I could convince you to come back to church.”

Meryl huffed, flopping back onto the bar with a groan.

“Trying to convert me in my own goddamn house. Will the horrors never end?”

“Meryl-”

“Wolfwood,” she countered, tone mocking. “Did you honestly come out here just to ask me to come back to church? I assume the flirting with those girls earlier was also a conversion attempt? Don’t get ahead of yourself; they only want your dick, not your god.”

Wolfwood, for as personable and self-assured as he was earlier with total strangers, had suddenly grown embarrassed and quiet. It was a nice change from the rude bully Meryl was accustomed to. Maybe now that she was able to snap back it made him think twice about his words. She bit her lip, thinking about how much she’d like to make him uncomfortable- make him squirm. Have him feel out of control and ashamed like he’d done to her all those years ago.

“So… Father Wolfwood,” Meryl’s voice oozed sarcasm as she stole his drink again, watching him from under her dark lashes. “You came out to a bar on a Saturday night just to try to drag me, the prodigal son- or daughter, if you will- back to god. You came out to this ‘cesspit of debauchery’ -as I believe I’ve heard you call it before- for me?”

“Jesus said to leave the ninety-nine sheep to seek out the one lost one,” Wolfwood kept his eyes on hers, as much as they were tempted to drift lower to the pale collarbones underneath.

“What a good priest,” Meryl rolled her eyes. “But you were such an awful boy… how ever did you get through seminary?”

Wolfwood sucked his teeth, leaning forward.

“Prayer and hard work. After you left… I realized it was- I wasn’t helping you. I was supposed to be an example for you, and I messed that up, big time. I cleaned up my act. Haven’t touched a drop of alcohol, smoked a cigarette, swore- nothing. I’ve been a good man,” Wolfwood said earnestly, and Meryl felt a flutter in her stomach at the confession.

“Oh,” her mouth hung open slightly, brows raised in surprise.

I only want to wreck him more now.

“I want to prove to you that I’m better. I’m a man of god,” he reached out, taking her hand.

“Celibacy and all?” Meryl asked, amused.

Wolfwood blushed, stammering.

“W-well of course,” he looked away. “Priests have to be. It’s part of the job.”

“Hm, sounds like shitty deal,” Meryl took a long sip of Wolfwood’s drink.

“I get to shepherd a flock,” Wolfwood said earnestly. “I get to guide the lost to Christ.”

“Ooooh,” Meryl held up her hands, wiggling her fingers. “You get to follow a bunch of stuffy rules and tell people they’re sinners. Sounds like a riot. If I wanted someone up my ass all the time, I’d rather it be the fun way.”

Wolfwood was currently discovering new shades of red for his skin to burn while Meryl ran her mouth, much to her amusement.

“Listen, Wolfwood,” she set his glass down. “I appreciate that you’ve turned your life around or whatever. Good for you. I’m glad it worked out. But this-”

Meryl gestured around her to the music and dim lighting, laughter and drunken calls echoing around the bar in a cacophony of noise that felt almost musical.

“Is where I found myself. Not some hypocritical church. This is my home. This is where I found my god, and it isn’t some rule book.”

“Meryl,” Wolfwood stood, taking her wrist as she tilted her head, eyes lidded.

“I spent my whole childhood trying to find and live up to your god. I’m not going to go back to hating everything about myself.”

“You don’t have to,” Wolfwood said.

“You don’t believe that,” Meryl scoffed. “If you did, you wouldn’t be trying to drag me back to church.”

“I just… I miss seeing you. I feel like I drove you away,” Wolfwood took a deep breath.

Meryl leaned in until her breath fanned against his ear, hearing Wolfwood’s breathing hitch as her fingers toyed with the chair around his neck.

“You sure as hell didn’t make me want to stay.”

She pulled back, flicking the chain out of her fingertips so it rested on his heated skin again.

“You’ve got a chance to change that now.”

“What- how?” Wolfwood asked, eager but wary, hands clenching.

Meryl’s lusty eyes bore into Wolfwood’s dark ones and he swallowed under her intense gaze. He felt like he’d walked straight into the mouth of a lion, Meryl’s eyes calculating and enticing.

“I want you,” Meryl drained the rest of his drink, placing the empty glass on the counter and sliding onto his lap. “So show me how much you want me back.”

“I-I-” Wolfwood’s mouth was opening and closing like a fish, his throat bobbing as he took in Meryl’s bare shoulders and full pout, the hollow between her small breasts, slinky dress barely covering them. “I’m a priest, Meryl.”

“Yeah, and?” she traced a finger along his jaw.

And I’m going to ruin you.

“I can’t do this. I-I’m bound by oath to remain, ah, pure…”

“Oh, I see,” Meryl slid off his lap with a sigh, not bothering to tug her dress down as it rode up, teasing a peek at the curve of her ass. “Well, enjoy the rest of your evening, Nicholas.”

Meryl stalked away, praying her bluff would work. She needed him to come after her, needed him to be the one to chase her. She was playing a delicate game of cat and mouse. If she made the wrong move, she’d lose Wolfwood and wouldn’t get what she wanted.

“Meryl! Wait- please, hang on-”

Meryl continued out of the bar without looking back; her stride brisk.

“Meryl- Meryl!”

“You’ve made yourself clear, Wolfwood,” she called without turning, still keeping her pace. “I won’t bother you again. Go back to your precious flock.”

“You are my flock!”

“I am nothing of the sort!” Meryl felt herself puff up, spinning on her heel to face him without meaning to. It took a second longer than she wanted to recompose herself. “I’m the wolf in sheep’s clothing, don’t you remember?”

She laughed harshly and huffed, hailing a taxi with one hand as the words she’d heard whispered behind hands at church played and echoed inside her mind.

Just watching out for the other children, my ass, Meryl scowled. They just didn’t like that I asked them hard questions they couldn’t answer.

Wolfwood caught her hand, staring into her crystalline eyes. His expression was more serious, hard around the edges as he opened his mouth.

“Meryl, God-”

“I don’t give a shit about your god,” Meryl shook him off as the taxi pulled up. “And until you’re willing to accept that, we’ll never see eye-to-eye.”

She released him, ducking into the taxi and crossing her legs, giving her address to the driver. Wolfwood slid in next to her, brows furrowed. Meryl was surprised her tactics were working as well as they were- it was like she had him on a leash.

“Father Wolfwood, whatever are you doing?”

“Drop it,” he growled as the taxi darted into traffic. “Look Meryl, I’ve been doing my damn best to try and apologize-”

“Is that what all of that was?” Meryl crossed her arms. “Because it felt like you were trying to coerce me into going back.”

“I know I was a dick when we were younger,” he admitted, and Meryl noticed how his speech was starting to slip back into the careless flippancy she remembered. “I want to make it right. I’m trying to be better.”

“You cursed,” Meryl commented blandly.

“Oh fucks sake,” he snapped. “Is that all you care about?”

“What I care about-” Meryl yanked him down to her level by his shirt. “-is you getting it through your thick-ass skull that not everything is about you and your god.”

She let go of the priest’s shirt, giving him a light shove as she did so. Wolfwood blathered on, words falling on deaf ears. Meryl was thankful she didn’t live too far from the bar and that the taxi driver was confident (Wolfwood called it “reckless”). She paid the fare as it rolled to a stop, thrusting cash at the man before digging out her keys as Wolfwood stumbled after her to her apartment. She just needed him to follow her a little further- past her threshold of her door... Meryl moved to slam it in his face, but Wolfwood stopped it with one hand, forcing the door open as she tried shutting it.

“Listen, Shortie,” he snapped, following her inside. “I’m trying to atone for all the stuff I did, okay? I’m trying to apologize and-”

“Atone?” Meryl spun around to face him. “You want to atone? Apologize? Make up for how shitty you treated me? You know how I felt, right?”

Wolfwood allowed himself to be forced back onto the couch, dumbfounded by Meryl’s sharp words.

“Or were you truly oblivious to everything? Either way you treated me like shit.”

“Meryl-”

“Don’t ‘Meryl’ me!” she snapped, pushing him down as she climbed onto his lap, taking hold of his collar with both hands.

She crashed her lips into his, his hands coming up in surprise, twitching before lowering to her hips, gingerly caressing the plush of her thighs like he was touching the Tree of Knowledge for the first time: reverent and afraid god would smite him. Meryl’s tongue pressed into his mouth, drawing a surprised, muffled groan from the man beneath her. Their noses bumped in a feverish desperation, teeth and tongue and lips melting together as Meryl indulged herself in the most damnable sin with the man who had helped turn her away from god. Breathless and panting, she pulled back to inspect her prize- her prey. Wolfwood was no better, his entire visage burning up as he stared at her in wonder.

“What, is that your first kiss, mister priest?” Meryl’s words were harsh, but her soft tone tempered the words.

Wolfwood’s silence answered for him, and Meryl felt the wickedness in her soul rejoice. She’d stolen the priest’s first kiss- the boy who’d told her that she was dirty and ruined forever because she’d touched another man’s hand: his first kiss.

The man who was supposed to be a celibate priest; pure for his flock, was starting to feel his soul corrupt under the touch of her fingers. His intentions had been pure when he arrived at the bar that night: he was going to apologize and ask Meryl to come back to church, and that was it.

“You have one chance,” Meryl breathed the words against his jaw. “Exactly five seconds starting now to leave, if you want to. One…”

Wolfwood’s hands shook against her body, fingers twitching as he stared dumbly at her lips forming the words- swollen and glossy. Meryl traced her hands down his front, undoing Wolfwood’s shirt one button at a time.

He really shouldn’t be doing this.

“Two.”

He had taken a vow of celibacy for his position. He was already going too far.

His starched white shirt peeled away to reveal a thick chest adorned with dark hair, heaving from the way her lips had ravished his mouth earlier.

“Three.”

He should leave now- leave before the temptations of his flesh controlled him completely. Before he gave into those base urges he’d had towards Meryl since he first met her.

Hands danced across his clenching abdomen with feather-light touches, and Wolfwood groaned, low and raspy.

“Four.”

He was a man of god-

Wolfwood’s glassy eyes watched Meryl in fascination. He couldn’t tear himself away, or even try to make a move when he was so entranced by the way she moved her hands against the planes of his body.

“Last chance, Father Wolfwood,” she reached for the hem of her dress.

Fuck it all.

Wolfwood reached out to help her lift it over her head, revealing small breasts and a smooth expanse of skin beneath the black fabric. A plain black pair of underwear hugged Meryl’s hips, just as soft as her skin under Wolfwood’s hands. He marveled that even the silk robes at the church didn’t feel as rich as the curve of her hips.

“Five.”

Meryl shoved him down, a cruel, delighted look lighting up her face. Wolfwood had never seen something so beautiful before. Her fingers caressed his face as her mouth moved against his, leaving him thirsty for more. He could feel her hips on his groin, rolling down on the tent in his trousers, providing him with blessed friction.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Meryl’s lips dragged down his body. “Have to be; for god.”

The word was spit with contempt, and Wolfwood could feel shame creeping up his chest as Meryl freed him from the confines of his pants. It excited him, though; he groaned at the feeling of her small hands rubbing him through his boxers.

It was foreign to have someone else touching him. Wolfwood had urges, and he wasn’t above taking care of his own needs, even if it left him feeling a bit guilty, but he reasoned it was fine, since it was just him. He was still celibate, technically. Now, he wondered how anyone wanted to be a priest when they had to give up this.

Meryl wasted little time in removing his boxers, leaving him stark naked on her couch, the only clothing she still wore covering the part Wolfwood was desperate to see.

“How does it feel?” Meryl purred, pleased with the way Wolfwood’s cock jumped in her hand. The priest bit his lip.

“M-Meryl,” Wolfwood panted, feeling his stomach coil.

He arched up into her touch, holding back a whine. Her pace increased in speed, leaving Wolfwood digging his hands into the couch, battling pleasure and shame.

“You’re supposed to be pure for god,” Meryl laughed from between his legs. “And here you are; getting stoked off by a sinner.”

The realization washed over him like a bucket of cold water, and he wanted to tell her to stop, but his body betrayed him as he let out a gasp, curling forward with a moan and burying his hand in her hair as the tension in his loins mounted. He panted, shame burning on his face as he let out a throaty cry, coming with a jerk in Meryl’s delicate yet firm grip.

“Well?” Meryl lifted her hand up, showing Wolfwood his spend all over her hand as he came down from his high. “How does it feel to be a sinner like the rest of us?”

Embarrassment colored his face and Wolfwood tried to scowl, but the orgasm had his head reeling. He could only snap out an awkward accusation.

“Is this your god? Sex?”

Meryl cleaned his seed off her hand with her tongue, not breaking eye contact until she finished. Wolfwood’s humiliation melted away as his throat went dry at the action, unable to focus on anything except her tongue pressed against her own skin, lapping up the evidence of his sin. She showed him her mouth before swallowing it down, face changing from pleased to sadistic satisfaction.

“I am my own god,” she straddled him. “And I’m about to be yours too.”

Wolfwood’s eyes widened as she positioned herself over him, her underwear having disappeared at some point. The sudden warmth surrounding him as she drove her hips into his short-circuited his brain, hands scrabbling for purchase.

“M- ah! Meryl!”

“Isn’t this kind of worship much more enjoyable than your boring recitations?” she braced herself with her hands on either side of his head.

He didn’t want to admit it, but Meryl was right. The way she clamped around him made him heady in a way that prayer never could, and the chant of her name falling from his lips as he jerked and cried out felt more natural that the memorized songs he raised to heaven each week.

“I want to ruin you,” Meryl forced him to look her in the eye. “Until you can never show your face in that goddamn church again.”

Wolfwood’s indignant reply was cut short by the slap of skin and welling of pleasure in his stomach and chest, his body tensing and rippling as he squirmed.

“You can start your apology by begging.”

“Be-begging?” Wolfwood had enough coherence for a question. “For what?”

Meryl lifted her hips until Wolfwood’s tip was just barely brushing her folds, entirely out of her heat. He writhed, ashamed as he ached to feel her again. The message was clear. He didn’t want to give into her demands- he was embarrassed enough with the whole situation- but she was like a drug. She’d always been his drug, ever since they met. Why he said all those stupid things as a teen was beyond him. This was what he’d wanted all along, Wolfwood thought ashamedly.

“Please,” his voice was hoarse. “Please, god-”

“You’re not asking god,” Meryl grabbed his jaw. “You’re asking me.”

Wolfwood’s eyes were glazed over with want, and Meryl felt a prick of pride. She released his face, watching his thick chest heave with exertion.

“Please, Meryl, please-”

“Please what?”

Wolfwood searched his rapidly blanking mind for an answer. Was he supposed to apologize or ask for her to continue? Did it matter? He just wanted her closer to him, fucking him until he couldn’t remember his own name.

“Please don’t stop,” he swallowed. “I’m sorry- sorry for everything.”

Meryl dropped herself down onto him again, reveling in the way his face contorted in pleasure.

“Keep begging or I’ll stop.”

Wolfwood’s eyes threatened to roll back in his head as his hands clutched her hips, trying to assist her in moving up and down. Meryl decided against smacking them away, choosing instead to brace herself with one hand against his stomach, which was surprisingly solid.

“I’m- I’m sorry for- ngh! For the way I treated you back th- ah!”

Meryl snapped her hips, enjoying the way Wolfwood struggled to speak with each rise and fall of her body. When he paused, panting, Meryl slowed to a stop, watching the despair build behind his desperate, feverish gaze.

“Please keep going, fuck, Meryl, please-”

Wolfwood’s entire world was condensed down to the way Meryl felt around him, the way the heat rolled off their bodies in the cool apartment air, and the shame and desire filling his stomach. He’d never felt more at home then this moment; buried in the cunt of the woman who plagued his dreams and fantasies.

“Fuck, Meryl, you feel so g-shit! Fuck, don’t stop- please oh g-ngh!”

“Tell me, Nicholas,” Meryl’s breath was coming shorter and shorter as her leg muscles began to cramp. “Tell me who your god is.”

“Meryl!” Wolfwood’s back arched up as he groaned, his orgasm hovering just beyond reach. “Meryl!”

“Is that how you cry out to your god?” Meryl drove her hips down. “Do you say his name so irreverently?”

Wolfwood clawed desperately for something to hold to as his entire body shook, convulsing with a force so great that he wondered if perhaps god had chosen to smite him for his sins.

“Meryl!” Wolfwood’s cry tore from his throat, sounding like a plea and prayer, a desire and need all rolled into one.

That was the sound she wanted to hear: desperate, needy, fully devoted to her, even if only for the moment. Meryl’s cunt enveloped Wolfwood’s pulsing dick, swallowing each twitch and jerk as he came inside her. Wolfwood’s voice fell to a vague murmur as his eyes closed to revel in the dopamine, lips parted as air rushed past them as his breath evened out.

Meryl gave him a few seconds to enjoy it before she started moving again, ignoring the pain in her legs. She’d just ruined the man she’d both wanted and resented for years, and he’d barely even apologized. Like hell she was going to stop now.

“Ah-wait!” Wolfwood’s raspy voice sounded almost pained as he grabbed her arm. “Too- no more, please, Meryl!”

“I thought you were going to atone?” Meryl stared down her nose at him, eyes dark with vindictive desire.

Terror and excitement welled in Wolfwood’s gut and he slowly let go. He had said that, and although this wasn’t exactly what he’d planned for, he wasn’t going to argue with her- to hell with his celibacy and priesthood. He could cross that bridge later. For the moment, he just wanted to stay here with her; to stay enveloped in her heat and fiery passion even if it blackened his soul with sin.

“Well, Nicholas?”

Wolfwood reached one shaky hand up to caress Meryl’s stomach, up her chest until he reached her face. Meryl’s eyes widened in shock, her harsh mask falling away as the priest rubbed a thumb across her lip, entranced by the way her cheeks heated and flushed like they used to when she was younger and he teased her. His chest tightened with regret, knowing that he could have kept her close even if she left the church if only he hadn’t been so flippant and careless. Even if his feelings of shame and desire were twisting into something he couldn’t name or understand, he just wanted to dig both of his hands into her hips and pull her closer, to beg for her to absolve him and let him stay here for the night- for every night.

“If I can earn your forgiveness, then I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Wolfwood pushed himself up, Meryl falling onto her back under him, positions flipped. He mouth had dropped open into a pretty little ‘o’, and Wolfwood pressed chaste, gentle kiss to her lips.

“I’ll beg at your altar until you take all my sins,” he brushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “Until I’m fully yours. Just tell me what you want from me.”

“I…” Meryl was suddenly unsure, her heart fluttering like a bird in her chest.

She was supposed to be in charge. She was the one reeling him in, debasing and defiling him until he wasn’t worthy to be a man of god. Meryl reached up to tangle her hands in Woflwood’s hair, the realization of what she truly wanted finally dawning on her.

“I want to ruin you until your god won’t take you back,” she traced his jaw. “I hate him, and I hate that he has you and I don’t.”

Wolfwood’s face hovered inches above hers, humid breath mixing with hers as his lidded eyes were swallowed by want. Meryl cradled his cheeks with her hands, pressing a kiss to his lips with closed eyes. There was no malice or anger behind the movement this time as their mouths moved slowly, hungrily against each other. Hands tugged gently at each other, eager but not demanding. Lips separated to swallow air, both of them heady with the sudden whiplash of tenderness and sincerity. Wolfwood looked down at Meryl, dazed but content.

“So… you don’t like sharing?” he grinned.

Meryl’s voice was a whisper as she pulled him back down to her.

“I am a jealous god.”

[kuwaiti-kid]

The 10 Best Christian Anime

Watching a couple of hundred series and hundreds of more episodes, movies, OVAs, and other anime content, I have been able to find several that can be relatable to Christians.

Now, I am not saying these are anime made by Christians, or for Christians, or are they biblical in theme.

There are a couple of those, but I don't recommend them as they are pretty ancient (Superbook, Flying House). Instead, the list below reflects anime that either has lessons that we can apply to our daily walk with God or biblical themes found in the characters or plot.

One way or another, for me, these anime reminded me of who God is or how He wants me to live my life to honor Him. Some you might know, while others might be a surprise. Let me know which ones you think should have been on the list, and which of these you enjoyed or want to watch!

The 10 Best Christian Anime

Trigun

This is an older series, one of my personal favorites that I watched years ago sometime after it was released. I had no idea it would have any Christian themes until analyzing it a long time after viewing it. The series is about a wanted man named Vash the Stampede, who has a mysterious past.

He is very silly, but is extremely skilled with a gun and has an impeccable aim. He is hunted by all sorts of people who want to collect his bounty, but the anime gets much better later on as you discover his history and what truly happened on the planet.

Vash's gentleness and desire to help others is his motto, “love and peace!”. He exemplifies good character, is respectful, but most of all, he understands the weight of his sins and seeks retribution for them. Along for the ride is Wolfwood, a priest with a large machine gun-shaped as a cross.

That doesn't make a lot of sense, but if you watch the anime, you'll see why his character is very impactful. Overall, I recommend this one even though the animation is somewhat dated; you will love this one if you like action, some comedy, and a strong plot.

Clannad

I have not watched this one again for some time, but now (as of this writing) it's on Netflix, I hope to rewatch it. It's a love story about two students who fall in love, friendships, and the hardships of life. What makes Clannad stand out for many fans, myself included, is how deep it hits you.

This show is not afraid to get real with emotions, daily struggles people go through when in a relationship or marriage, and the effects of depression and pain.

It can be a little bleak at times, as the content gets pretty heavy later on in the series. Don't let the beginning fool you, it's lighthearted and seems like a regular slice-of-life or school anime, but it hits your heart later on. I don't want to spoil anything, but let me know what you thought after watching it!

Haibane Renmei

Haibane is an older anime that you might not have heard of. It wasn't very popular, but the story was unique in that it deals with angels. The characters are all angels, dealing with their past in a slice-of-life and drama setting.

It's not a fast-paced, action-packed anime, but it deals with the repercussions of our actions, good or bad. It keeps the mystery of how they arrived where they are, which keeps you entertained. Overall, an excellent anime to watch if you aren't looking for anything heavy.

Violet Evergarden

Wow, this anime (which currently can be watched on Netflix) helped remind me why I love this genre of animation. There's so much bad, dull, or copy-cat animes out there that I was looking for a breath of fresh air, and I found it in Violet Evergarden.

The animation, for me, was excellent, and the story of how Violet becomes an Automemory doll, transcribing letters for clients to express themselves through words. The show delves into the meaning of love, finding peace in pain, and shares the personal stories of various characters in each episode.

It's a spectacular show that I hope you enjoy.

Kino no Tabi: The Beautiful World

I have not finished watching this whole series, as I am still going through it. This is a remake of the original, so you can either view the older version or the redone one from 2017. Kino rides a motorcycle (that talks!) through various places and nations, discovering different cultural, political, or other differences in each one.

What makes this anime special is how Kino interacts with the citizens or situations she is put in. It's a very philosophical anime that asks a lot of questions and gives us perspectives that we don't always have an answer for. I think it's good to have questions, and not have all the answers, because it makes us human and knows that we have to rely on God to help us even if we never understand it all.

Rurouni Kenshin

If you have never watched Rurouni Kenshin before, then you will are in for a treat. It's an older anime and looks a little dated, but the story and its main character are the highlights.

Kenshin is a traveling ex-assassin from a war that has ended in old Japan. He decides never to kill again, so he uses his reverse sword (its sharp side isn't used) to stop that causing chaos wherever he goes. His passion and conviction to not kill is an example to die to ourselves when we want to harm others.

It's hard to do, and Kenshin experiences very trying situations that push him to his limits, but you will have to watch the anime to see what happens. I recommend watching the New Kyoto Arc as it skips a lot of filler.

Samurai Champloo

Another older anime but a classic. It also deals with samurai, two of them, who go through various adventures with a young girl who tags along. The music is one of my favorites in a series, the animation is top-notch, as is the action, and it deals with a group of Christians around the end as part of the story.

It is somewhat historical, so you get a taste of what life was like in Japan back in these days, and I highly recommend checking it out. 

My Hero Academia

This is a more recent anime that has gained a lot of popularity. It's all about superheroes, which is the perfect time to capitalize on that genre. MHA deals with a young group of students going to school at a hero school called U.A. and goes through their adventures of fighting villains, learning about their powers, and teamwork.

What makes this one stand out for me as a Christian, is its morality and how good overcomes evil. It doesn't make it so black and white every time, so it makes the viewer think if the villain's actions are justified or not.

Overall, it's a fun anime with action, drama, mystery, and quick-moving plots that keep you hooked!

My Last Day

Though it's not an anime series, it's a short video showing the crucifixion of Christ in excellent animation.

I highly recommend it, as it's a powerful display of what it might have looked like to see the Son of God take the cross, be crucified by the Romans, and how He left the grave. 

Manga Messiah

Yes, it's a manga, but it's very well done. I am a proponent that if Christians are going to be involved in the creative arts (music, art, writing, etc.), we should do our best.

This series of manga goes from Genesis until I believe revelation, each volume dealing with a different section in the bible. This one deals with the coming of Jesus Christ, His miracles, and preaching the kingdom on Earth, death, and resurrection.

Definitely check it out if you're a manga fan.

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