#reclipse 2025

It's been a while since the participants of the @berserkexchanges Reclipse 2025 were unveiled, but I am only now sharing the piece I made for the lovely and unrepeatable @gyodragon , whose art has inspired so many and defined the Berserk fandom for over a decade now. The moment I realised who my assignment was, I started sketching and writing and erasing and scraping and ultimately ended up committing to this piece, a depiction of a lonely girl's dream beyond the open window, and the one waiting on the other side.

But I also wanted to include another rough sketch that I couldn't bring myself to fully scrap, but which also somehow feels complementary to the first one.

In this one, I wanted a reimagined scenario of the (now iconic) "in the rain" sketches by gyodragon, but with a twist, where, during the darkest time of his life as the black swordsman, Guts finds himself in a bit of a situation: when trying to hunt down an apostle is not as hard as stumbling upon an underground lake that doesn't reflect back your face, but the deepest regrets of your own heart.

Reclipse: a 2025 Berserk gift exchange

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Summary:

In his nightmares, Guts is still trying to save him, he thinks. But no magic ever comes without a terrible cost, and Griffith is the one paying the balance.

(Graphic Depictions Of Violence: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, for @enisywrites and @berserkexchanges)

Snippet:

In some ways, it all leads back to the tower.

If Griffith’s counting correctly, it’s been nearly three weeks since that day the Hawks broke into the tower and peeled what remained of his body off the putrid floor.

Since Guts cradled him amongst the other Hawks, whispering that somehow he was going to fix everything before tearing through the torturer and the rest of the King’s men.

That he’s safe now.

And perhaps when Griffith’s awake, it’s easy enough to believe his captain, but there’s little respite when the tent flap shuts.

My entry for the Reclipse 2025 fic remix exchange! I decided to try doing a podfic since people have told me I have a soothing ASMR voice (🥰) and it was a great opportunity to record the amazing and much-loved Since I Am Coming To That Holy Room.

Signups are open for Reclipse exchange

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Signups are open until Friday, 15 August at 6 PM UTC.

The creation period is August 16 to September 13.

This is a gift exchange for the Berserk fandom, in which writers, artists and podficcers "remix" each other's work.

Would you like to see fanfic based on your Berserk fanart? Or fanart or podfic based on your Berserk fanfic? Would you like to see a "remix" - someone else's interpretation of the same concept? In this exchange, you can request any of these, and you'll "remix" someone else's work in turn!

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Summary:

But with nothing but silence ricocheting off the walls, Griffith found his confidence starting to slip. The shoes he’d worn to the masquerade were stylish and gave off the aristocratic air he’d become all too good at emulating, but once he’d closed the doors, he’d nearly torn the strap pulling them off.

OR

A masquerade gives Griffith the perfect opportunity to let the mask slip.

(Explicit, for @gyodragon and @berserkexchanges)

Snippet:

The chilly night air wrapped around him, a welcome reprieve from the nearly suffocating heat of the ballroom. He closed his eyes and braced his hands on the stone, taking the first deep breath of the evening.

As a boy, he would spend evenings watching the last rays of sunlight caress the castle from the roof of his small house. Now, with the castle behind him and the sun before him, the view from above felt even lonelier than the one below.

“Admiring your kingdom?” a familiar voice said behind him, and he turned to see Guts braced against one of the pillars, the feathers on his hat ruffling in the breeze.

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This is a gift exchange for the Berserk fandom, in which writers, artists and podficcers "remix" each other's work.

Signups are open until Friday, 15 August at 6 PM UTC.

The creation period is August 16 to September 13.

Check out the FAQ for more details & DM me if you need an AO3 invite.