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vaathnaos · 7 months

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Shifting Sands!

Chapter 1

Part 6

So you know how Time has an injured eye and swing around a massive heap of iron, too big to be called a sword ? He’s just Guts, like straight up just Nuts. You don’t know how much fun i’m gonna have drawing him fight stuff!!

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#the legend of zelda #tloz #linked universe #linked universe au #zelda au #shifting sands au #lu sky #lu wind #lu time #lu legend #zelda art #my art #zelda fandom #fanart #my comic #traditional art #berserk inspired #rip miura

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conostra · 3 days

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Griffith's Relationships

The White Hawk. The White Phoenix. The King of Falconia. The Savior. Femto. The Blessed King of Longing. Once, the greatest mortal to ever wield a sword. The bane of the Black Swordsman. The most beautiful man alive. Him with a stature nothing short of pure magnificence. You know him. You love to hate him. I’m talking about one of the greatest characters not just in manga, but in all of fiction: Griffith.

Griffith is one of many examples of how masterful Kentaro Miura was with a pen, be it pressing against a notebook or a panel. An incredibly written character, as complex as they can come, with some of the most complicated, deep, and tragic relationships I’ve ever seen put to any form of media.

Here, I’ll be discussing what is inarguably a core tenet of Berserk: Griffith’s relationships. With two exceptions, there is no dispute that Griffith’s relationships are the singular most important part of the media he resides in, there is no debate over whether or not they are still crucial parts of understanding both Guts’ disposition, and the world of Berserk. Griffith’s different approaches to interacting with those in his vicinity warps the very world itself, and his whims shape the very nature of the conflicts the protagonist engages in.

Here, in 6 parts, we will be dissecting Griffith’s most important relationships through Berserk, how they shaped him, and what they explain about who he is and how he got to where he is now.

Part 1: The Boy, and The Hawks

Part 2: The Governor.

Part 3: The King.

Part 4: Charlotte.

Part 5: The Wings of the Hawk (1)

Part 6: The Wings of the Hawk (2)

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Part 1: The Boy, and The Hawks

Throughout the story of Berserk, Griffith goes through many changes, some more drastic than others. But no change is more pivotal than the one caused by a certain young bird who flocked with him and the Hawks when he first started his journey. Before Guts, before Casca, Griffith was no one. He was a commoner, no more than a child, starting his own little group of misfit warriors to become… something. Whatever it was, surely, it must set him on the path to his dream. But to the others, whatever that something was did not matter. It was of no consequence to them whether that mystical something ever came into fruition. All that mattered was that Griffith was the one who was pulling them along with him into the smoke that obscured their immediate war-torn futures.

Among them was a young boy. Younger than Griffith, even. So young, he would even bring his toys onto the battlefield. A young boy who admired him from what he thought was afar, but in actuality could be only a few feet away at times. It was like admiring a star, or, as Griffith puts it, “the hero of some story.” A hero not too unlike the toy knight Griffith found one day in his satchel, no owner left to claim it, as he lay on the ground, blood pooling around him as it soaked through his bare clothes, no armor, merely a tunic and a dream. A dream to serve alongside Griffith. A dream to aid Griffith in achieving his dream, a small dream, a dream to aid another man’s story.

Griffith wondered, as he placed the boy’s toy back on his chest, whether, when he died, he felt comfort from his dream. Or, perhaps, did he die in agony, unable to achieve it? Was death the start of a new dream, or the end of all other ones? Was it even the boy’s dream that he felt as he slipped away? Or was it the dream Griffith imposed upon him? He did not know the answers.

But he knew one thing- that he could no longer idly hope for his dream to be achieved. He knew he could not simply throw enough numbers at the board, have enough fights, gain enough men, and maybe he’d get lucky, and his dream would simply fall into his lap. He would have to take initiative. He would have to work for his dream, would have to devote every waking moment, every sleeping moment, to the pursuit of that dream.

One night, later on, upon returning to the castle, Casca finds Griffith with a man known for… having a particular taste regarding young boys. Later on, she finds him, bathing himself in a nearby river. He begins to quite literally tear into himself, ripping open his arm in a perfect metaphor for how he feels. He claims he has logically reasoned out that what he did was necessary in order to make sure that he gets the funds needed to properly helm a militia the size he will require. But this is only after admitting that he feels that he must be as filthy as those who follow him, because he does not deserve to be clean when his dream is smeared in the blood of thousands who follow his words.

Despite his supposed recovery from this mental break, and despite his claims, the scene of that young boy, dead on the battlefield, with his only belonging encapsulating the lofty ideal to which he held Griffith, broke him. It could have, should have broken any man who would be in the same situation. But it did not just break Griffith. It melted him down, only to reforge him again. That young boy pushed Griffith to do whatever it takes to achieve his dreams, and to accept that casualties will occur. It was a notion Griffith accepted, but not one he fully understood until it was there, laid bare in front of him, forcing him to either confront it, or to give up. And Griffith confronted it. And it warped him. As the story progresses, we see that Griffith is still affected by the death of this young boy, and that his blood still stains crimson all of Griffith’s decisions.

Without this death, perhaps Griffith is content to simply grow the Hawks through skirmishes, through battle, and through battle alone, until another opportunity presents itself. Perhaps Griffith does not sleep with the old man. Perhaps Griffith does not engage in the activities he does later on in the story, assassinating rivals in his chase of his dream of a throne. Perhaps he does not pull Guts as his sole equal in the depravity he lowers himself to for his dream, sending him on an assassination mission where Guts has a realization of equal magnitude to his own. But Griffith does not recover from this spiral. Perhaps, if this child did not die as a result of Griffith’s own actions, perhaps The eclipse never occurs. Perhaps Griffith must work ten times as hard, it takes ten times as long, but perhaps Griffith does not become the false emotional stonewall he acts as. Perhaps he gains a new dream, perhaps he does not, but either way, perhaps he can have that journey with those he loves, he values, to keep him company.

And Griffith loves the Hawks. All of them. Perhaps not to the same degree, but for all of them, Griffith feels this same type of patriarchal, shepherd-esque obligation, with perhaps the exception of Guts, and Guts alone. He takes on the burden of making the hard choices, of putting himself through hell, to attempt to mitigate the harm they can potentially receive as much as possible. He bears the weight of every victory, every loss of every individual, all willingly given for the sake of his dream. He alone bears the cross of being the head of the Hawks, at every step of their journey.

And this makes his decision at the Eclipse all the more powerful. Some may think that Griffith made the decision because he did not actually care about the Hawks, those who would so loyally lay down their lives if he were to so much as ask. But no. The thing that makes Griffith’s decision to follow that through, to sacrifice all of the Hawks for the sake of his dream so sickening, so gut-wrenchingly despicable, is that he does care. He values each and every single life that was lost at the hands of the apostles, and the demons that began to ravage his party at his behest. He has to care. After all, the Behelit requires him to sacrifice whatever he values most in order to give him his chance at his dream.

All this death and mayhem, yet underneath it all, it is the scarlet blood of a single child, barely younger than him, that tinges Griffith’s memory.

#griffith #casca #guts berserk #anime discussion #griffith is probably my GOAT villain I'm ngl #character breakdown #berserk #femto #RIP Miura #every time his pen touched paper was a masterstroke

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nefeliiii · 2 years

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“If you're always worried about crushing the ants beneath you... you won't be able to walk.”

-𝐆𝐮𝐭𝐬

2/3 of the Berserk Trio?? I dunno, I have a vendetta against Griffith so I’ll debate doing him lol

☾∘∙ creds:

Miura Kentaro (mangaka)

@anniechromes (Danbooru)

✧ ∘ 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜-!

≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡ ♰ ≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡

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tsukuyomi-e · 2 years

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Can't wait to read the new Berserk chapters ! Of course, I'm still sad that it won't be the same it'd have been if Miura-sensei did it himself, but I'm glad they chose one of his closest friends (whom Miura himself told his relationship with him inspired him Guts and Griffith's friendship) to continue the manga.

So here is another, less sad and more hopeful tribute. I should redraw the first I did last year though...

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mensfactory · 1 month

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Marcello Gandini (26 August 1938 – 13 March 2024)

The father of some definitive road cars, he penned two full generations of Lamborghini starting with the Miura as well as the first Volkswagen Polo, Citroen BX, the Renault 5 Supercinq and numerous others. It is for his far-fetched and futuristic wedged concept cars though that Mr Gandini will probably be best-remembered.

Rest in Power !

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optimvsprinceps · 2 years

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I hate when people who say "RIP Kentaro Miura" then turn around and insult Hunter x Hunter's release schedule. Togashi's chronic pain from lumbago is well known, so there is no excuse for expecting him to give his body and quality of life to draw us comics on a grueling schedule.

I would rather HxH never come back than Togashi suffer to bring it to us. Manga artists deserve to live and thrive like everyone else. Miura is gone and so many like him die young. But Togashi is an example of how stories like Miura's should have ended. Life comes before manga, always.

Let's appreciate the new chapters without forgetting that the only reason we can get them is that Togashi is taking care of his health.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #rip kentaro miura

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dekheadsjunkyard · 1 month

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Commission for a friend

RIP to some of the greatest legends out there

#fanart #commission #guts berserk #goku #yugi mutou #yugioh #dragon ball #berserk #anime fanart #rip akira toriyama #kentaro miura #kazuki takahashi #dekheadart

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sandreeen · 10 months

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Gintama 2 Bloopers: Itou Kamotarou vs. Hijikata Toshirou Fight ↳ Wherein Hijikata's sword ends up steadily balanced on Itou's arm

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specialwheels · 1 month

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Marcello Gandini (right) with Nuccio Bertone with drawings for the Ferrari Rainbow circa 1975.

In a 2009 interview with Robert Cumberford, editor at Automobile Magazine, Gandini said "his design interests are focused on vehicle architecture, construction, assembly, and mechanisms – not appearance".

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juriyuna · 1 month

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I keep thinking about Haitani's lines here. She has a feeling that Kuroda is going to ask her out later, but she's not exactly giddy at the prospect of dating him. The way she words it makes it sound more like she's going with the flow because he's nice and they've been friends for a long time, rather than this being something she actively wants for herself.

There's something to the fact that she's scared she'll end up drifting away from Asahi, too. If a girl gets a boyfriend and starts putting him above all else, that's a conscious choice on her part, not an immutable matter of course-- but it's common enough that Haitani is afraid it'll happen to her. The implication that she values her relationship with Asahi more than a potential romance with Kuroda... hm... (i could be seeing things, but it reads a bit like she's got a crush on asahi that she might not have picked up on yet.)

It's all just... idk; this lens makes Haitani's death that much more tragic to me. She's so worried about losing what she has with Asahi, and then shortly after Asahi reassures her that it'll be alright, Haitani gets killed in a freak accident that rips them away from each other for good. And sure, Asahi can summon ghosts, but that's really only useful for seeking closure. She and Haitani will never get to stay the way they were before, and they'll never get to grow any closer, no matter how much they wish they could.

#RIP haitani you deserved so much better ;;#magia record #miura asahi #haitani #asahaita #rarepair so rare i'm creating new tags #to try to lessen the pain there's something almost darkly funny about the timing here #haitani: idk if i want to date this guy... i mean he's okay but...#a passing witch: don't worry i gotchu 👍 one engine fire explosion coming right up #evil guardian angel who gets you out of potentially awkward situations by killing you #on the bright(?) side she and asahi can have matching grisly scars now

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madomagitransparent · 10 months

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