the few times that griffith loses some semblance of control over his anger/frustration publically it always inevitably turns guts on… griffith is chewing someone out and guts is shifting in the background doing a bad job of hiding his chub
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Berserk (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Griffith/Guts (Berserk) Characters: Griffith (Berserk), Guts (Berserk), Casca (Berserk), Rickert (Berserk), Corkus (Berserk), Judeau (Berserk), Pippin (Berserk), Gaston (Berserk), Band of the Hawk, Charlotte (Berserk) Additional Tags: griffguts, Romance, Comedy, Romantic Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Fluff, Fluffy Ending, No Smut, Some Plot Series: Part 1 of GriffGuts Happily Ever After Summary:
When Griffith heard Guts’ decision to leave the Band Of Hawks, he was willing to do just about anything to make him stay, even if that meant six cups of wine and an unplanned visit to Guts’ room at 2 a.m in the morning. The aftermath of such a decision was definitely something he did not see coming.
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)
I’ve been a fan of the Berserk manga since 2009, and the recent chapters with Casca have me very excited for her possible return. I wanted to depict her as triumphant and fierce, but still guarded emotionally.
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so like, tbh I actually think griffguts would be p vanilla in general, and that post was kind of a joke about how thrilled Griffith was to cede control of his life over to god/fate. BUT if he was into bdsm he would definitely be a sub and not a dom imo
yk some ppl like being responsible for other ppl, like giving orders, like
being in control, so they work to be in that position of power in their
personal and professional lives, but Griffith is def not one of them lol. for Griffith, being in control is a necessary requirement of his dream, and it’s p much canon that he wants a reprieve from it.
so if god is the one who ends up taking the reins in the tragic version of
berserk, in the happy version then obviously Guts is the one who gives Griffith a break from responsibility every night and adds some balance
to his life.
also to maintain this pretentious not-actually-meta take lmao, Griffith’s narrative is basically about wanting to be absolved from
his feelings of guilt. the tragedy of his narrative is that he could’ve
had that through a relationship with Guts, through Guts telling him he
isn’t cruel, through Guts seeing all the things he hates about himself
and loving him anyway, but instead he got it through fate claiming
control over his life and god telling him he’s the chosen one whose
whole existence was dictated since before he was even born.
so i’m js, Griffith relinquishing control to Guts some nights + praise kink = ~thematically resonant~ sex lol
but like to actually go at this from a real character standpoint, imo Griffith’s got way too many self loathing issues to want to hurt/dominate anyone
when he doesn’t have to, and again like, having power is a burden to him. if he
had to dom it would be a chore with a lot of potential to backfire and
add to his self loathing, x1000 if it was someone he loved, ie, Guts.
like, it’s just canon that he doesn’t want to order Guts around lol.
And he’s insecure about whether Guts sees him as cruel, he wants Guts to want him rather than keeping Guts by force, etc, so I think even just consensually domming Guts would light his self loathing up bc it would be like a reenactment of what he fears/hates about himself. Whereas subbing to Guts (w/ the right atmosphere ofc, ie full of praise and tenderness, not like, sadism and degredation) would reassure him that Guts wants him.
To be more detailed, I
think in particular he’d like being tied up and knowing he couldn’t
escape – so struggling and testing his restraints. that visceral feeling
of control being taken away would be good for getting him in the
right head space. Knowing he’s not in control, that he’s ceded control
to someone else for a while, would be a huge part of what he likes about
it.
(I mean considering how extreme Griffith’s issues w/ guilt and responsibility are I think it’s maybe a little silly to think bondage would be theraputically relaxing for him lol, but yk, it still ~feels right~)
And again, praise kink man. Lots of “you’re so good”s and “I
love you like this” etc. Not so much with a focus on looks, but more
just existing? And letting Guts see him so vulnerable and open, and being praised for it, etc.
I
could see him being into pain. Not like as a punishment thing, but as a
way of grounding himself in the physical and distracting himself from
his thoughts by focusing on something. Imo that’s why he self harms. But
I don’t think it would really be like, a healthy thing lol, considering
his self-harming behaviour, and I don’t think Guts would be willing to hurt him
anyway. Instead he’d rather try to overwhelm Griffith with pleasure to drown out his
thoughts. orgasm control and edging, anyone?
Specifically with Guts, he’d be really, really into
being manhandled and rough, fast, desperate sex. The sense that Guts
can’t help but fuck him because he wants him so much. Unfortunately for Griffith, Guts would absolutely not be able to do that lol. At least not for a long time.
Actually
to focus on Guts for a bit, I think he’d be kind of a terrible dom.
Like, i’m ngl, at its core I feel like griffguts is bottom4bottom,
sub4sub lmao, but then there’s like a million mitigating factors, like trauma, and canon shifting power dynamics – like eg if Guts has heard the
promrose hall speech, he would never in a million years sub to Griffith,
while if he hasn’t he’d be more than happy to be ordered to suck his
dick or w/e.
buuut I think if we’re going the bdsm route then
overall Guts would be more comfortable domming than Griffith would be,
and Griffith would want to sub more than Guts would, so there you go.
What
Guts would be into, wrt domming Griffith, would be praising him, would
be feeling powerful, would be knowing Griffith trusts him, and would be
knowing Griffith well enough to be able to drive him wild without being
told what to do lol. And ofc the whole power exchange thing with Griffith being a leader/king/whatever in day to day life but Guts knowing Griffith lets him take control when they’re alone would really satisfy Guts on that deep level where he wants Griffith’s attention/regard imo.
Also imo Guts is more service top if anything,
so it would take a while for him to get to the point where he feels
confident in doing things to Griffith without Griffith’s input and Griffith assuring him he’s into it, but he’d get there eventually. Which would be important bc if Griffith was telling him what to do the whole time he was tied up it would defeat the purpose.
Ok I think this response is long enough lol.
all of this basically … like, what a lot of people don’t know is that kink is more often about dealing with trauma/stress through these kinds of dynamics rather than about just being horny and wanting to be spanked. relinquishing control to someone else is the CORE of subbing, and if that someone else is the only person griffith could allow himself to be vulnerable with? whew!
he’d love being tied up and blindfolded. he and guts would basically have very long, very sensual sessions intended to help griffith relax and temporarily remove the weight on his shoulders. guts would LOVE doing that, since he’s, as you said, all about pleasing others. yes, it would take him a while to get used to being in control instead of doing whatever griffith asks him to, but if he knew it helped griffith, and if he knew it meant that griffith trusts him more than anyone and that he’s the only one griffith lets in like this … that would give him the push he needs.
so yeah, when i’m talking about dom/sub stuff wrt griffguts it’s never like the full kinky bdsm that people tend to imagine, it’s just a type of dynamic which, if acted out properly, can be very healthy for the both of them, and their relationship. their sex is still very sensual, loving, and passionate. those two honestly couldn’t have it any other way lol. after all, for both of them their primary need is to be loved.
a griffguts fanmix; [a lot of these are about specific times in their history, or more about one or the other– mostly griffith. I think I will end up adding to this by reblogging it]
florence and the machine – cosmic love A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it’s left me blind
Casca makes fun of Guts for being protective of her, assures she can still watch his back.
Charlotte appears. Casca is reminded of her feelings for Griffith and says they’re the same, still.
Casca immediately clings to Guts, to sublimate her feelings of jealously and longing for Griffith. She has Guts, at least, in this way she can’t have Griffith. It’s the same for Guts, when he runs ahead after realising how vulnerable Griffith has been with him and literally leaves Casca behind.
They cling to each other while looking for Griffith because he is what they are both ultimately focussed on.
I feel like I remember seeing confirmation that Miura was inspired by Hellraiser, tho it could’ve just been speculation I guess, but either way yeah big similarities there lol.
tbh I think we’re supposed to think the possibility exists for Guts to become an apostle, but not a Godhand, since a new member only joins up once every 200 something years. But I personally don’t think it’s going to happen.
But Femto/NeoGriff opposing the rest of the Godhand, now that’s something I think is a possibility. Void is sketchy as fuck, he seems to know more than the rest of the Godhand, and he’s got ultimate big bad written all over him. Plus Miura hinted that he’s going to be really relevant. Add in the fact that theoretically there must’ve been 5 other Godhand members 1000 years ago (since one of them can only incarnate every 1000 years, and this must’ve happened more than once to be a recognized cycle) so Godhands don’t last forever, and ngl I do wonder if there’s going to be a conflict between NeoGriff and the Godhand.
And that’s not a stupid question. Like, I don’t think Femto and NeoGriff are in conflict, but I absolutely wonder if NeoGriff has some inner conflict going on with his reawakened emotions, whatever they are. So if that’s the case I wouldn’t really describe that as NeoGriffith vs Femto so much as the last vestiges of human Griffith vs Femto/NeoGriff, but hey that’s just semantics, no one knows wtf is going on with NeoGriff internally or whether he’s distinct from Femto, etc. So I guess “maybe” is my actual answer to that, haha.
Thanks for the ask, idk there’s lots to think and wonder about. I can’t wait til Miura starts actually like, revealing stuff and getting the plot going again lol.
As much as canonically I’d not enjoy Guts as an apostle, fanfictionally I’d be all the fuck over that (AND he’d be EVEN MORE focussed on Griffith oh delicious).
this is the thing that gets me about apostle guts:
a story where guts became an apostle and neogriffith’s feelings can all actually be blamed on the fetus would be a story about two dudes in love, who both became monsters to escape their self-destructive feelings for each other, and through wacky happenstance ended up magically compelled to love each other anyway
and honestly i’d read tf out of it
that’s literally so fucking good I’d be scared to write it
I’ll just add: Miura was clearly inspired by many sci fi works. Hellraiser, Slan, Ubik, …And Call Me Conrad, Destination: Void … I don’t know if he ever confirmed it in an interview, but it’s more than obvious at this point.
“Throbbing… A faint throbbing. My blood should have been frozen…”
I wanted to paint something to highlight the complexities of Guts’ and Griffith’s relationship post-eclipse. The hill of swords scene is really just one facet of it, but the pounding heart and forgotten rage speak volumes. I also added a few closeups because painting all of the details took me quite awhile! I learned a lot and had a ton of fun doing it, though.
Casca had her place at Griffith side, nursing her crush on Griffith, then Guts showed up and took that place with much greater success than Casca had. Then Guts overheard the dream speech, decided to vacate his place and hand it back to Casca, which he does by encouraging Casca and Griffith to get together romantically.
And idk this is just a good parallel to illustrate some of that.
Oh absolutely.
among the other parallels I sometimes visually compare how Guts and Casca keep exchanging positions as the series goes on.
For example in the panel when Griffith gets shot on the hunting trip, Casca immediately rushes to cradle Griffith (helpless expression) and Guts draws his sword and stands facing outward(looking protective) in front of them, looking for the source of the threat.
Later after griffith’s rescue from the tower when Wyald grabs and drops him, Guts is the one who rushes to cradle him (helpless expression) and Casca draws her sword and stands over them (looking protective).
And I love this.
The second scene is also one of my favorite moments of all three of them in general. Because Casca is in full lioness gaurding her Cubs mode. And Guts literally just let go of his sword in a threatening situation for the first time ever and it’s all just very significant to me.
One particularly warm evening Casca shows up at Farnese’s house, spirits her away when her parents aren’t looking and takes her for a drive in her beat up old truck. Farnese was honestly pretty confused about the whole thing but it was Casca so she was down, even though that rowdy girl didn’t give her time to change out of her pjs. Anyway, they drive for a while and Casca’s oddly silent, like she usually isn’t all that talkative but rn she’s just staring out at the road and the trees around them and just not saying anything. She’s got a real determined look but there’s still a light blush coloring her face, which Farnese notices. She doesn’t say anything immediately being caught up in the moment, but after a while she shakes off her trepidation and speaks up.
“So…what’s your angle?” She asks lightly, accompanied by a fidget in her seat to mask the wavering of her voice.
Casca just shakes her head, resting her elbow on the door and pressing a hand to her face. “No angle,” She says firmly, accompanied by a slight smirk and a squint. “I just figured you’d probably want out of that stuffy house. It smells like old people and you know it.”
Holding back a laugh, Farnese just raises an eyebrow, pressing her lips into a thin line. “Your truck smells like cows and dirt.”
“Yeah yeah, princess.” Waving a hand to ward off Farnese (who was poorly trying to hide how much she unironically liked being called princess), Casca falls silent again for a while before heaving a sigh and looking out the window, peering through the trees to their left. Outside it was reaching dusk, the sky turning shades of deep pink and orange, the sun low enough to look at without hurting your eyes. She didn’t have much daylight left. Working up some courage, Casca turns back to Farnese and speaks in a burst. “You wanna do something crazy?”
Letting out the laugh at that, Farnese pulls at her seat belt and leans forward to get a better look at Casca’s face. “Casca, I’ve already done two crazy things tonight, come outside at 8 o’clock at night and get in your raggedy-ass truck. What more do you want from me?“
“You’re insulting my girl now, you’re on thin ice, bitch!” Breaking out into her own fit of laughter, Casca pulls off temporarily onto a side road and lets the excitement play itself out. After a couple minutes of fun, she lets out a breath of finality and rests her arm on the steering wheel, about to give another snarky comment before pausing to admire the angelic form in the seat next to her. At that very angle, the low-hanging sun cut through Farnese’s hair like butter, giving her a golden glow that caught Casca entirely off-guard. “So, do y-” Her voice cracking, Casca quickly clears her throat and looks out the windshield, her lips pursed. “So. I’m being serious – do you wanna do something crazy, Farnese?” Punctuating her question by tapping on the dashboard, she twitches as Farnese snorts and starts laughing yet again.
“I-I, I’m s-orry, I just- I just can’t,” Grinning, Farnese kicks her legs as much as the confined space will allow and narrows her eyes at a very confused Casca. “I just can’t take you seriously when you look at me like that.” Sitting up straight and biting the middle of her lip, she flicks her eyes down and back up and nods, her eyebrows and shoulders bouncing in tandem. “Sure, let’s go do something fucking crazy.”
—
Driving down the dirt roads she knows by heart, Casca feels a sickening warmth building in her body as they get closer and closer to her destination. As she pulls onto the glorified path that’ll lead them there, the warmth takes over her everything, her stomach clenching like a vice grip and her mind careening through space and time. Throwing the truck into park and turning off the lights, she closes her eyes for a brief moment and then turns to Farnese, leaning towards her briefly before kicking open her stuck door. “We’re here,” She whispers in a low, ominous tone, slamming the door back shut and shoving her hands into her pockets.
“Well we’re out in the boonies, aren’t we.” Farnese thinks out loud, slipping out of the truck and looking around with her hands on her hips.
Taking off at a steady pace down a walking trail, Casca shrugs. “We live in the midwest, it’s all the boonies, Farnese.” Pausing to let the girl catch up, she leans against a tree and looks down, a genuine smile on her face. “Yes…”
A little further down the trail is a natural picture frame focusing on a modest pond. Flicking her tongue out to wet her lips, Casca trots a bit further down to get a better look. There were several similar bodies of water in the area, all of which she’s very familiar with, but this was definitely the cleanest, and in her opinion, the prettiest. The sun is just peeking through the canopies of the trees across the pond and casting soft rusty images on the water. Tossing a nearby pebble into the pond, Casa smirks as the sun catches each ripple and tosses back the light.
“Swimming?” Resting a hand on Casca’s shoulder, Farnese uses her as a counterbalance and places her other hand on her knee, leaning down to get a better look at the water. “Swimming is the ‘crazy thing’? I can swim any time I want to, y’know.”
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment, Casca viciously fights her urge to falter or hesitate, trying to push every single negative scenario she’s considered out of her head. Everything rests on this one moment, and by God she’s determined to be stronger than her anxiety just this once. “Yeah, you can,” She murmurs, stepping back from Farnese and walking towards the water. “But,” She continues, her fingers sliding under the edge of her shirt. “You can’t just swim with me any time you want,” Pulling her shirt up and off, she tosses it to the side and tousels her hair, raising and eyebrow and tilting her head as she lets Farnese behold her in all her braless glory. “Now can you?”
FUCK. GAY. FUCK. GAY.
Her face immediately building a shade of dark crimson, Farnese stumbles over her words, stammering and helplessly waving her arms as her knees lock up and she sways like a reed in the wind. “I-eh-uh-I-I-ugmh?” Blinking, she knits up her eyebrows and gulps down her emotion (it’s a very big gulp), and Weakly smiles, the edges of her mouth moving like they’re attached to strings and a crazy puppeteer is controlling her every movement. “W-w…well, I, I uhm…I suppo…se…” Starting to trail off, she smacks her own cheeks and shapes up, mimicking Casca’s now very strained caricature of an expression. “No, I suppose I…can’t.”
Suffering, Casca unbuttons her pants and steps out of them at world record speed and leaps into the pond from the tiny cliff overlooking it, poking the top of her head out of the water and staring at a frozen Farnese with a face so heated it could boil the water around her. “Well, uh, are you gonna come in or what?”
Freaking out for a second and letting out an eep of surprise, Farnese looks down into the water and processes that Casca must’ve moved while she was momentarily incapacitated and running on autopilot. “Y-yeAh I, am.” Stumbling around on the shore, she pulls at the fabric of her night dress and mutters expletives at it, turning around in a full circle before her trembling limbs are able to move out of it. Balling it up and throwing it to the side, she nods and moves to step in the pond, instead letting out a screech as she falls off the cliff and plummets three feet before splashing into the water.
Wading over to her, Casca reaches under and pulls Farnese up, shaking her head and smiling wide. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re a mess Farnese.”
As Casca holds her limp form up by the arm, Farnese coughs out water and looks up at her through stuck together bangs, her mouth hanging open as pond water drips out. “Uh. Huh.” She mumbles weakly, getting her legs underneath herself and gripping onto Casca’s shoulders for support.
Tilting her head, Casca does what she can to fix Farnese’s soaked hair, preening it and getting it back out of her eyes. Her heartbeat from before coming back full-force, she takes a lock of golden hair in her fingers and smooths it back behind Farnese’s ear, using the motion to get away with cupping her cheek in her hand. “So, you…” Not able to get out any more than that, Casca trails off and narrows her eyes, slowly travelling them downward and admiring the pictures the waning daylight paints on Farnese’s damp body. Bringing her eyes gradually back up, she’s startled by the saucers staring back at her.
Her eyes wide open and her lips parted, Farnese is fixed on Casca’s face, the thudding in her chest sharing a rhythm with the other girl’s. Leaning in, Farnese closes her eyes tight and brings her mouth within a hair’s breadth of Casca’s. “Just fucking kiss me you idiot.” She quickly murmurs with a tone of desperation against Casca’s lips, her arms pinned between them as Casca heeds the request and bundles her up in the world’s tightest hug, their lips coming together to form the world’s most passionate kiss.
Breaking apart for a moment, Farnese opens her eyes wide again, breathing in Casca’s air like it’s a drug. With the body tremors appropriate of an addiction she didn’t know (or at least wouldn’t admit to) having, she shakily unclasps her fancy lace bra and leaves it to float. Continuing to stare, trance-like, at Casca’s face she leaps out of the water, wrapping her legs around Casca’s body and pressing her hands firmly on the other girl’s face as she goes back in to break the world record for the world’s most passionate kiss.
Holding Farnese up by reflex, Casca takes everything she gives her and multiplies it back. Taking a moment to step back into her head while she lets her body do its thing, she mentally looks up and thanks whatever deities might be out there, desperately thanking them for letting something go terribly right for once in a very long time.
I’m re-reading some of the golden age for finding instances of Guts’ attraction to Griffith reasons but man the way the story is structured it still floors me how strong the focus is on Guts and Griffith’s feelings for each other.
Chapter 1, the very first event we get to contextualize the previous three years which we skipped, where the characters are now and how they’re getting along, is Guts charging into battle against orders and Casca being pissy about it so Miura can show us the dynamic: Guts is Griffith’s fave and everyone knows it, Casca is resentful.
That’s the important info we need to establish going into the story. I love it.
(plus the first sight of Guts and Griffith unhelmeted after 3 years is the two of them staring at each other but the way it’s shown it’s more a part of the aforementioned ‘instances of guts’ attraction,’ coming soon)
I was just talking about this scene with a friend the other day, and I mentioned how I enjoy the translation in the version of the 1997 anime that I watched, which is:
Not that different, but I like the addition of the word ‘pet’ lol. So I got curious about the original Japanese line and went back and checked, and the word used is お気に入り (okiniiri), which indeed can either mean ‘favourite,’ or ‘pet’ as in like, the teacher’s pet, for example.
so like, if you could pick any post-golden age scene/chapter (including the black swordsman arc) and replace guts with casca, which would u want to see most?
I’m sorry if I’m very late for this! But
Tower of rebirth arc. Especially the part where she gets captured by still sadistic pyromaniac Farnese.
That’s a potentially interesting starting point for Farnesca for me.
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