i actually kinda like how unconcerned griffith is. he’s just like, welp what can you do casca, naked man + naked woman = acceptable, naked man + naked man = bad, that’s just the natural way of things and I got way too much internalized homophobia to fight it. (“warming a man is a woman’s duty, he said.”)
lol i seriously cannot read griffith’s narrative as anything but dream/heteronormativity vs guts/living ur gay truth.
like i’ve seen this scene described as just tone-setting casual ye olde sexism, but it feels too significant for that. it just fits their whole messed up love triangle dynamic so perfectly, it’s like, an ideal establishing action that just sums it all up.
I was actually a bit pissed when I found that out, but it’s one of those things that’s infuriating at first and then it makes sense later. It had nothing to do with sexism and everything to do with knowing that people would want Guts killed. No one would dare do anything to Guts while Casca was there. Griffith doing it himself would cause a lot of raised eyebrows for sure and he was shrewd enough to know that.
She’s right to be angry though, but Griffith doing it himself/leaving Guts alone would have been a bad idea.
this explanation has never occured to me but it does make a lot of sense logically.
but then i have to ask, why wouldn’t griffith/miura give that as the explanation then? there’s no in-story or out of story reason to keep it secret that i can think of, and it would make more sense for griffith to use that as his reasoning since it would presumably piss casca off less. plus i guess in the same vein griffith could’ve theoretically asked some dude to cuddle with guts while casca stood guard, but it had to be casca herself.
so tbh while it works as an explanation, I don’t think this is what Miura was intending. I def think it’s supposed to be basically an introduction to the way Casca’s narrative is all about misogyny and being a woman.
(I don’t think Miura necessarily intended the internalized homophobia thing btw, it just fits so well and reading it that way improves the story imho, and I can’t help but see it everywhere throughout lol)
i actually kinda like how unconcerned griffith is. he’s just like, welp what can you do casca, naked man + naked woman = acceptable, naked man + naked man = bad, that’s just the natural way of things and I got way too much internalized homophobia to fight it. (“warming a man is a woman’s duty, he said.”)
lol i seriously cannot read griffith’s narrative as anything but dream/heteronormativity vs guts/living ur gay truth.
like i’ve seen this scene described as just tone-setting casual ye olde sexism, but it feels too significant for that. it just fits their whole messed up love triangle dynamic so perfectly, it’s like, an ideal establishing action that just sums it all up.
the top row of panels are actually A Lot for some reason
like their interaction and the reason why casca is pissed off, which makes griffith’s commiserating hand on her shoulder a ridiculously shallow and assholish gesture
or like casca’s awful skin tight pants lol
actually ugh now that i think about it it rly sucks how casca starts out violently objecting to this shit – punching guts in his stab wound here after being ordered to keep him alive bc another man can’t nakedly share body heat with him, and then throwing a knife at guts when she wakes up naked next to him again in the cave – and eventually ends up fucking guts. i’m sure miura was going for more of a cutesy forced-contact-leading-to-more bullshit vibe but doing it like this makes it feel more like she’s being worn down into her societally-assigned place (”in this man’s heart”)
idek i’m just tired and rambly. i hate romance tropes they’re all like this.
tfw your morning sex is interrupted by weird drama just outside your tent
Guts’ slow realization that
he had Griffith on a completely unrealistic pedestal and
destroyed him because of his belief that Griffith is distant and untouchable and above him is perfectly mirrored, foreshadowed, and summed up by this statement of Casca’s:
Except yk Guts never gets that moment of realization that his feelings have a sexual component.
And it’s just so easy to read this as a statement on that lol, on how if Guts did have that realization maybe the fact that Griffith isn’t a god would’ve followed. Or if he’d had another few minutes between this
and the Eclipse.
Like I’m js you equate removing Griffith from his pedestal and seeing him as a fallible human to recognizing your buried attraction to him w/ one character, I’m obviously going to follow that thread through to the other character and his paralleled feelings towards Griffith.
Maybe it’s a bit much to equate Guts swinging his sword several hundred times until his hand is covered in blisters to Griffith scratching himself, but hey both are forms of self-harm associated with their dreams. (Plus the blisters work as a solid symbol of Guts’ typical self-destructive way of fighting, letting monsters stab him so he can shoot them, that kinda thing).
Anyway I just noticed that Guts’ hand was bandaged the morning he left the Hawks despite it having been a month since he had to kill anyone, and was like, hmm.
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I mean maybe in theory dude Casca would have his own very different subplot and character arc, but I have no idea what it could be bc there’s nothing really to base it on. It’d basically be inventing a whole new character.
Speaking just for myself and my own priorities, bc I don’t want to sound holier than thou lol, it’s basically bc gender dynamics are v important to me and strongly affect how I feel about stories/characters/etc.
A man ruining his life because he fell in love with a man has very different connotations than a woman ruining her life because she fell in love with a man. The latter fits into a lot of gender stereotypes, irrational emotional women, women prioritizing relationships/love over careers, women as intrinsically unsuited to having power because we’re too emotional, yadda yadda yadda. A central narrative for a woman revolving around the conflict between her ambition and her heart where her heart wins and she realizes her life goal pales in comparison to a man is always gonna bug me bc of this.
Like, Griffith’s narrative as is plays with a lot of gender stereotypes, which I will always find more enjoyable than playing into them.
Also the other, simpler answer is because I just prefer reading about/watching gay relationships over straight relationships lol.
and wrt that last bit, tbh idk how I’d feel about Casca if Casca was a dude. It’s hard for me to imagine because 90% of her narrative is about being a woman, idek what would be left without it.
This is actually my biggest issue with imagining AUs lol, and why I’m kind of terrible at it.
I mean I think it’s easier for some people to see characters, their personality traits, and transpose them onto another setting, either with different reasons for those personality traits existing, or tweaking those reasons to fit a new setting (eg Guts could’ve still grown up in an abusive home in a modern AU, with a lot of the same issues). I think it takes a certain kind of talent to be able to like, know what to emphasize and what to downplay to make it work and make the characters feel IC in different settings while discouraging the readers from asking too many questions lol. But it’s a talent I absolutely don’t have.
Like if I was writing a griffguts f/f au fic (to take inspiration from that last ask), I have no idea what I’d do. I’d have to spend forever carefully figuring out exactly how to change their backgrounds to make sense and keep them in character. Like you could maybe argue that if Guts showed a willingness to fight/kill at a young age and a talent for it Gambino might still keep her around and teach her to use a sword bc he doesn’t really give a fuck as long as she can help him make money. Idk how believable that is, but it’s like, theoretically possible. If Casca can lead the Hawks Griffith could lead the Hawks as a woman, but ascending to the throne within the system just wouldn’t work in Berserk’s setting, she’d have to go full on Xena-esque warlord and forcibly take a kingdom. Which would still change her character significantly bc she’d be way darker. Her focus would be 100% military rather than focused on political machinations.
She could still be driven by a combination of childish determination and guilt tho at least? Idk my point is that there are a million things to consider in AUs and my problem is that I feel like I have to consider all of them bc I have a nitpicky analytical brain lol, I’d get stuck on all the details, while other people are good at just pinpointing the important stuff and focusing on that and making it work. So I’m basically with you lol, and when ppl ask me about stuff like AU ideas and whatever my answers tend to be kind of shallow bc of this.
Also this is why my favourite AUs to think about tend to be canon AUs/for want of a nail stuff where it’s the same as canon but a character made a different choice or something didn’t happen or whatever. It’s so much simpler.
Well Griffith trying to ascend to the throne thru military feats and heroism would ruin Miura’s ye olde sexism vibe, so he’d either have to boil Griffith’s whole narrative down to just seducing a prince thereby changing the entire plot, or go full (less campy) xena-esque historical fantasy where misogyny just isn’t really a problem. Which would actually be awesome, and if Guts was a woman too that would be the ideal story lol.
Also obviously Guts/Griffith would be considered canon. Like even if it was the exact same level of subtext as the actual story, Berserk would be known first and foremost as a tragic dark romance, and the fact that it’s full of blood and action would be considered secondary. No one in the world would read it and think Guts and Griffith were just platonic friends. I mean, I guess if I were reading it I’d deliberately choose to see them as platonic friends lol, but even I’d know they’re supposed to be in love.
I mean like, if this scene was hetero it would instantly seal the deal on their inevitable romance lbr, you’d be called delusional if you didn’t acknowledge it:
And it’s just one moment out of so many lol.
Bringing Casca into the picture, Miura would go just as hard or harder on the Guts vs Casca as romantic rivals vibe. They probably wouldn’t have a bonding moment followed by burgeoning friendship tho, and obviously they wouldn’t hook up. I figure they’d remain standoffish and surly until the Eclipse, at which point something else would drive Casca insane and Guts could still eventually grow as a person by choosing to take him to Elfhelm bc he’s all that remains of the Hawks or w/e. Or more likely he’d die and something else would drive Guts’ Millenium Falcon narrative.
I don’t think there’d be much subtext between Guts and Casca in this theoretical version of Berserk, bc if Casca can’t be Guts’ actual love interest and no homo bridge between Guts and Griffith, what would his role in the story even be, other than the dude who brings Guts’ insecurities out (ie Casca’s pre-romance role). The story’s all about Guts and Griffith, making it het just cuts out the middle man.
On the other hand, if Guts and Casca did still eventually become friends and eventually Casca became the symbol of Guts’ humanity and way of distracting himself from Griffith, I might ship it lol. I can’t lie, I’d actually hate griffguts if it was het, especially if Griffith was a woman, and I’d be searching for an alternative. The narrative about destroying yourself and your ambition because you fell in love would be extremely not my thing if it was a woman falling for a dude, Griffith sacrificing Guts for her dream in this case would probably make me cheer lol, and I’d be first in line to suggest that NeoGriffith’s feelings aren’t real.
So idk I guess my answer to your question is that it would probably still be love triangle-y, but instead of Guts and Casca getting together the focus would stay on Guts and Griffith, probably with Casca as a more minor character. And the plot wouldn’t necessarily have to change, but the setting would to an extent, if we accept that a woman could become a war hero as part of a rise to power.
Also a lot of details would almost certainly change, like Casca’s backstory of being rescued by Griffith and hero worshipping her. I imagine Miura would be more likely to emphasize the protective aspect, and have Casca fall in love after seeing Griffith vulnerable, after joining the Hawks just because. Griffith saving Guts and Guts feeling like he’s found his home could be the same, but if Griffith is a woman I wonder if Guts’ backstory would change a bit to emphasize his mother – maybe instead of dying she’d take off. Yk, that kind of change.
My preference would be to change very little just on principle tbh, but I’m trying to think of what Miura would do lol. Anyway idk, this is getting long so I’ll end my answer here.
I also think homeboy would get reeeeaallllyyyy salty about people not taking social science or history seriously? Like some asshole would say something disparaging about qualitative methods and he would go off.
#projection station
lol i think his intensity about what he does combined with his general ability to take almost everything in stride would equal simple but effective (and maybe passive aggressive) retorts to stuff like that lol. wittier comments than i could come up with.
Articles of the Illustration book (unfortunately only in German). They are about Guts’ departure and Griffith’s reaction to it. Trying my best to translate some of the lines (even if I suck at English too much to find the best words I think):
Title: Something inside Griffith breaks
[…]
Without him having noticed it, Guts has become something indispensable to him. What the “hit in the heart” Griffith does will become his own downfall.
[…]
Has Guts’ departure made him lose his inner “brakes” or is he trying to fill the emptiness of his heart with Charlotte?
(hit as for example by an arrow or a shot, I don’t know how to say it better in english)
Griffith’s body was splayed all across his chest and that constant, steady weight anchored him to the moment. Guts watched his own exhales flutter strands of Griffith’s hair, his face hidden from where it was tucked into Guts’ neck; Guts could feel Griffith’s breath on his bare clavicle, just exposed by the neck of his shirt.
Without thinking, Guts reaches up to rests palm on the downy locks and cards his fingers through them. He can hear, and feel Griffith sigh.
“Are y’gonna fall asleep there.” Guts finds himself speaking into the thick silence of the room; he can see dust floating in the bright sun coming through the corner, and the sight makes him feel even heavier and warm than before.
He doesn’t expect Griffith to respond, but eventually the other man answers.
“… I like it right here.” Griffith murmurs softly, sending a small shock up the side of Guts’ neck. He sounds so small and soft in that moment that Guts feels his heart lurch in his chest, heavy and lopsided. Griffith feels small in his arms now, bare feet barely brushing Guts’ ankles, and soft where he’s kneading gently into the other mans scalp. Griffith is practically purring.
Guts wonders for a beat if Griffith’s head is swimming as much as his.
“I’m safe here… No one can see me-I don’t want anyone else to be here, or look at me,” Griffith continues, wiggling a bit to get comfortable again, “besides you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Guts answers quickly, confused, but Griffith’s gone back to purring again. Guts realizes he never paused in his petting.
Safe.
The word echoed in Guts mind for a second, and he let it move languidly slow through his consciousness, letting it drip of the tongue of his internal voice, repeating it until it was just animal sounds.
He knew what it meant, of course, but it was hard to look in the eye.
Griffith practically nuzzles into Guts’ neck, sending a hot flush over his face and ears. He lays still for a moment before resolving to hook his idle arm up and over the small of Griffith’s back, holding him down, keeping him anchored and steady.
The sigh that punches out of Griffith then carries the weight of a thousand other pairs of eyes, evaporating into the lazy afternoon heat. Guts notes that he could relate, before his eyes close shut and everything goes dark.